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With Male AvatarEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Gregor: Here, Avatar. You will drink this, yes?
  • Avatar: Hmm? What is it?
  • Gregor: Is special medicine Gregor drinks on hard journey! Tastes like bottom of old well, but is very good for you.
  • Avatar: I don't need medicine, Gregor. I feel fine.
  • Gregor: You have no hurting of throat? No hacking up of lung?
  • Avatar: Well, now that you mention it, my throat has been a little sore...
  • Gregor: I battle, Gregor hear you breathe. Is raspy like old dying donkey.
  • Avatar: You must have a terrific sense of hearing to notice that over the din of combat.
  • Gregor: For sellsword like Gregor, health very important. Soldier must be strong, yes?
  • Avatar: I daresay you're right. I don't pay as much attention to my health as I should. What kind of precautions do you take to avoid becoming ill?
  • Gregor: Gregor have three rules: gargle, wash hands, and take temperature!
  • Avatar: Oh. That sounds easy enough. Any other tricks?
  • Gregor: Gregor may have one more thing, but is very secret. Only men can do. You are man too, yes? Maybe Gregor share with you...
  • Avatar: This sounds interesting.
  • Gregor: You sleep in same bed as Gregor! Then we share body heat!
  • Avatar:  I beg your pardon?
  • Gregor: Body becomes very cold at night, yes? This keeps muscles limber!
  • Avatar: An extra blanket will do just fine, thank you.

B SupportEdit

  • Avatar: Say, Gregor? I wanted to thank you for that medicine you gave me. I was feeling great after taking it...but I think it gave me strange dreams.
  • Gregor: Is Gregor maybe in these dreams?
  • Avatar: Er...
  • Gregor: Ho ho ho! Is true! You dream of sharing bed with Gregor!
  • Avatar: We weren't in a bed! We were flying through the air... Then we landed...on the sun, I think. And I rested my head on your knee... Gods, it was horrible...
  • Gregor: Do not be feeling special. Gregor have that effect on many people.
  • Avatar: Since then, I haven't slept in days! Days! Look at my eyes! They're bloodshot!
  • Gregor: Sometimes Gregor have this effect...Usually on women,but- 
  • Avatar: It's not funny! It is most definitely not funny! I have ch-chills up my back even as we speak...
  • Gregor: Chills? Hmm... Here, Avatar. Let Gregor look in eyes.
  • Avatar: No! Stay away from me!
  • Gregor: You are strange person. Now make with the hushing!
  • Avatar: ......
  • Gregor: Bloodshot eyes... Chills on spine... Strange dream... You had insect bite not long ago, yes?
  • Avatar: Er, yes, actually. A great big millipede bit me on the ankle the other day, but...
  • Gregor: Oy, is so terrible! You suffer dangerous infection carried by large bug! We must render treatment with no delay. Gregor fear your life is at stake.
  • Avatar: R-really? It's that serious?

A SupportEdit

  • Gregor: Ah, Avatar. How is recovery?
  • Avatar: Good, thanks to you. The healers said if you hadn't caught the infection when you did, I'd have died. I owe you my life, Gregor.
  • Gregor: Oh ho ho! Sometimes batty old man knows thing or two, yes? You are clever young lad, but old man like Gregor can be teaching you many things. You listen to elders, and one day you might be smart like Gregor.
  • Avatar: Heh, yes, I'll certainly pay closer attention from now on.
  • Gregor: That is water running under bridge. But...
  • Avatar: What? Is something troubling you?
  • Gregor: You still have nightmare dream? Where you fly and put head on Gregor's knee?
  • Avatar: Not anymore, thank the gods.
  • Gregor: Is good. ...Because Gregor has to charge performance fee for appearing in dream.
  • Avatar: A performance fee? For a dream?! That's ridiculous!
  • Gregor: But if you say no more dream, then is okay. We call first one rehearsal. Gregor give steep discount. Now, you look after health so you see no more bad dreams, yes? If you get weak again, you can rest head on knee, no charge.
  • Avatar: I assure you, I will be watching my health very carefully.
  • Gregor: You sound very with the motivation! Gregor believes you!

With Female AvatarEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Gregor: Here, Avatar. You will drink this, yes?
  • Avatar: Hmm? What is it?
  • Gregor: Is special medicine Gregor drinks on hard journey! Tastes like bottom of old well, but is very good for you.
  • Avatar: I don't need medicine, Gregor. I feel fine.
  • Gregor: You have no hurting of throat? No hacking up of lung?
  • Avatar: Well, now that you mention it, my throat has been a little sore...
  • Gregor: I battle, Gregor hear you breathe. Is raspy like old dying donkey.
  • Avatar: You must have a terrific sense of hearing to notice that over the din of combat.
  • Gregor: For sellsword like Gregor, health very important. Soldier must be strong, yes?
  • Avatar: I daresay you're right. I don't pay as much attention to my health as I should. What kind of precautions do you take to avoid becoming ill?
  • Gregor: Gregor have three rules: gargle, wash hands, and take temperature!
  • Avatar: Oh. That sounds easy enough. Any other tricks?
  • Gregor: Gregor may have one more thing, but is very secret.
  • Avatar: Ah. Well, I wouldn't want you to reveal anything you're—
  • Gregor: You sleep in same bed as Gregor! Then we share body heat!
  • Avatar: —not comfortable with... I beg your pardon?
  • Gregor: Body becomes very cold at night, yes? This keeps muscles limber!
  • Avatar: An extra blanket will do just fine, thank you.

B SupportEdit

  • Avatar: Say, Gregor? I wanted to thank you for that medicine you gave me. I was feeling great after taking it...but I think it gave me strange dreams.
  • Gregor: Is Gregor maybe in these dreams?
  • Avatar: Er...
  • Gregor: Ho ho ho! Is true! You dream of sharing bed with Gregor!
  • Avatar: We weren't in a bed! We were flying through the air... Then we landed...on the sun, I think. And I rested my head on your knee... Gods, it was horrible...
  • Gregor: Do not be feeling special. Gregor have that effect on many people.
  • Avatar: Since then, I haven't slept in days! Days! Look at my eyes! They're bloodshot!
  • Gregor: Some of the greatest romances in history start with dreams like this.
  • Avatar: It's not funny! It is most definitely not funny! I have ch-chills up my back even as we speak...
  • Gregor: Chills? Hmm... Here, Avatar. Let Gregor look in eyes.
  • Avatar: No! Stay away from me!
  • Gregor: You are strange person. Now make with the hushing!
  • Avatar: ......
  • Gregor: Bloodshot eyes... Chills on spine... Strange dream... You had insect bite not long ago, yes?
  • Avatar: Er, yes, actually. A great big millipede bit me on the ankle the other day, but...
  • Gregor: Oy, is so terrible! You suffer dangerous infection carried by large bug! We must render treatment with no delay. Gregor fear your life is at stake.
  • Avatar: R-really? It's that serious?

A SupportEdit

  • Gregor: Ah, Avatar. How is recovery?
  • Avatar: Good, thanks to you. The healers said if you hadn't caught the infection when you did, I'd have died. I owe you my life, Gregor.
  • Gregor: Oh ho ho! Sometimes batty old man knows thing or two, yes? You are clever young lass, but old man like Gregor can be teaching you many things. You listen to elders, and one day you might be smart like Gregor.
  • Avatar: Heh, yes, I'll certainly pay closer attention from now on.
  • Gregor: That is water running under bridge. But...
  • Avatar: What? Is something troubling you?
  • Gregor: You still have nightmare dream? Where you fly and put head on Gregor's knee?
  • Avatar: Not anymore, thank the gods.
  • Gregor: Is good. ...Because Gregor has to charge performance fee for appearing in dream.
  • Avatar: A performance fee? For a dream?! That's ridiculous!
  • Gregor: But if you say no more dream, then is okay. We call first one rehearsal. Gregor give steep discount. Now, you look after health so you see no more bad dreams, yes? If you get weak again, you can rest head on knee, no charge.
  • Avatar: I assure you, I will be watching my health very carefully.
  • Gregor: You sound very with the motivation! Gregor believes you!

S SupportEdit

  • Gregor: Oy, what is with long face like horsey? You have nightmare of Gregor again?
  • Avatar: Actually, I haven't dreamed about you for a while, unfortunately.
  • Gregor: Well, is good news, yes? Why you no making with the skipping of joy? ...Wait! You say "unfortunately." You miss dream starring old Gregor?
  • Avatar: Oh gods, did I say that out loud?!
  • Gregor: Uh-oh. Now you red like ripe tomato! So you DO miss nighttime Gregor visit!
  • Avatar: Well...yes, as a matter of fact. You haunt my dreams when I don't want it, but when I start to actually LIKE you? Poof! You disappear completely!
  • Gregor: Is true. Gregor is rude dream stalker. In penance, Gregor offer small trinket.
  • Avatar: Trinket? But Gregor, this is...
  • Gregor: Is magic ring that allow Gregor to stay in dreams as long as you want. Only big condition—when you accept, spell can never be broken. What you say? Are you prepared for life with Handsome Gregor?
  • Avatar: This... Is this a marriage proposal? Are you serious?
  • Gregor: No need ask question when you are knowing of answer. Handsome Gregor never joke about affairs of heart!
  • Avatar: Gregor, I know this is hard for you, but I need you to speak as clearly as possible. Are you proposing?
  • Gregor: If you no need ring, is fine... Just throw in junk pile along with Gregor's broken heart!
  • Avatar: N-no! I do want it! I gladly accept! With all my heart!
  • Gregor: Then Gregor be with you in dream and in the real life, every day!
  • Gregor: Now you listen, Gregor promise to bring his beloved many happiness for as long as we both keep on with the living.

With LissaEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Lissa: EEEEEEK!
  • Gregor: Oy! What is matter?!
  • Lissa: Ohmigosh! Look at that huge bug!
  • Gregor: Is just oversized millipede, yes? No cause to be panicking. You shriek like sun is plummeting into earth—make Gregor choke on tea!
  • Lissa: Oh gods, look at it. Urgh... Plus it might be poisonous!
  • Gregor: Very well. Gregor take bug outside for sake of delicate princess.
  • Lissa: H-hey! I am not delicate! ...But thanks.
  • Gregor: You are brave girl, yes? Face many enemies on the field of battle? Gregor not understand why you lose wits when small insect appears in tent.
  • Lissa: I know, I know. It's just a thing, all right? I can't stand bugs.
  • Gregor: Hmmm. Is just small insects? Or do you fear and hate other things?
  • Lissa: Hmm... Well, I don't like snakes, obviously. Or frogs or newts. Any amphibian, really. Spicy food makes me break out in a rash, but I'm not scared of it, per se. But yeah, I guess that's about it. Er, except for the dark. ...Long nails kind of creep me out, too. Especially if they're all dirty? Oh, and lemons! Don't even get me going on lemon. But the worst are ghosts! Oh, they are just absolutely terrible... ...Yeah, so I guess that's everything. Oh, wait! Certain kinds of sausage—
  • Gregor: Oy, Gregor is sorry he even ask!
  • Lissa: It's weird. I can fight and all that stuff, but when it comes to other things... *Sigh* You must think I'm kinda pathetic.
  • Gregor: No, no. Everyone have fears, yes? You just have few more than usual.
  • Lissa: You think so?
  • Gregor: And besides, in Gregor's opinion, is charming in strange way.
  • Lissa: Aw, thanks, Gregor.

B SupportEdit

  • Lissa: So where are we going, Gregor? You know I'm afraid of heights, right? Oh, and bandits. ...And the dark.
  • Gregor: There may be some dark involved, but is all worth it in end.
  • Lissa: Um...okay. But if you try anything weird, I'll scream for my brother!
  • Gregor: Gregor not buffoon! Gregor never put sister of valued employer in danger.
  • Lissa: Well, that's good. But seriously, where are you taking me?
  • Gregor: Shhh! Can you hear from deep below ground? Sound of groans and moans?
  • Lissa: Ohmigosh, are those... GHOSTS?! EEEEEEEEEK!
  • Gregor: Quiet!
  • Lissa: ,,,Eep.
  • Gregor: Do not scream in loud panicky voice. Is going to get us in big trouble.
  • Lissa: Wh-why are you making me do this?!
  • Gregor: If you summon courage and overcome greatest fear, other fears go away.
  • Lissa: So you want to frighten me out of my wits in some haunted hellhole? ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?!
  • Gregor: ...Er, no. Is just idea Gregor read in book. Sorry. You do not tell Chrom, yes?
  • Lissa: He'd probably be pretty mad, huh?
  • Gregor: Please, do not tell! Gregor need job! Gregor is intending no harm to Lissa.
  • Lissa: Oh, it's fine, Gregor. I'm not telling Chrom. ...Besides, it was actually kind of exciting! Hee hee!
  • Gregor: Thank you. Gregor is having many debts, yes? If he loses steady income—oy!

A SupportEdit

  • Lissa: Nnnn...nnnn...ngggg... Just...close...fingers...and... Gaaaaaah!
  • Gregor: Oy, again with the yelling...
  • Lissa: I did it, Gregor! Look! I actually managed to pick up one of those horrid millipedes!
  • Gregor: Yes, yes, Gregor is seeing. No need to be waving so close to his face.
  • Lissa: Can you believe it? I am so amazing. This is the first bug I've touched! Ever!
  • Gregor: Good! You start with little insect, and from here overcome bigger fears. Even longest and hardest journey begins with small baby steps, yes?
  • Lissa: You think I can do it? You think I can overcome all my fears?
  • Gregor: Gregor have no doubt! Soon you will be afraid of nothing. Not even ghost!
  • Lissa: Gosh!
  • Gregor: You write down all things you fear, yes? Make very big list. Then, whenever you conquer fear, you can be ticking off from list.
  • Lissa: That's...an excellent idea!
  • Gregor: Yes, Gregor is having many good ideas. And now he prepares special supper for you.
  • Lissa: Oh?
  • Gregor: Yes, we celebrate day that Lissa conquests first fear! Come now. Eat while is very hot.
  • Lissa: Wait, you have it ready and waiting? But how did you know I'd succeed? Don't tell me you just had faith...
  • Gregor: Gregor always have faith. Besides, if you fail, he just eat special meal all by himself.
  • Lissa: Oh, heh hah! Well, thank you, Gregor. This is very thoughtful!
  • Gregor: Now, make with the eating!

S SupportEdit

  • Lissa: Gregor, I need your help. Can you please look at this?
  • Gregor: Eh? Is massive stack of paper? Is hundred of pages long!
  • Lissa: I know, right? It's my list of things that I'm afraid of.
  • Gregor: ...Oy.
  • Lissa: See, I knew you'd react like that! The list is too big, isn't it?
  • Gregor: Is...bigger than Gregor is expecting, true...
  • Lissa: I don't know. I feel like giving up.
  • Gregor: Yes. You give up!
  • Lissa: H-hey! You're supposed to encourage me.
  • Gregor: Gregor is doing that exactly! But in slightly different way, yes? Lissa is never getting through list alone. But Gregor can help if he is around. Around...all the time, yes? Always by your side?
  • Lissa: Er...
  • Gregor: That way is more efficient! Otherwise, you are never finishing list.
  • Lissa: But won't it be super boring if you follow me around everywhere?
  • Gregor: No! Is greatest honor and pleasure. In fact, Gregor is thinking long about this. Is why Gregor buying you very large ring.
  • Lissa: Goodness! That really is a large ring!
  • Gregor: If Gregor is husband, he can be helping Lissa with fears more easily.
  • Lissa: Hey, yeah! But you'd have to promise to deal with the big bugs, all right? ...Oh, and any lemons we encounter? I mean that literally and figuratively!
  • Gregor: Gregor makes solemn oath.
  • Lissa: Then I accept! ...I gotta tell you. I was not looking forward to working through that list alone!
  • Gregor: Today, Gregor is luckiest man in world!
  • Lissa: Oh, Gregor. I'm so happy! This all feels like a dream!
  • Gregor: Gregor, too. Maybe more happy than Lissa, even! So! We start with a's on list, yes? Wait... Lissa is afraid of ant?!

With SullyEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Sully: Hey, Gregor.
  • Gregor: Is sad times when youngsters address elders without proper title! Sully should be calling Gregor "sir"! He is old, yes? Is only polite.
  • Sully: Whatever. Listen, I hear you have a fighting style that's fearsomely effective. That true?
  • Gregor: Many brave men will testify to Gregor's skill with blade. Is too bad all are being dead! Ho ho ho! Oh, Gregor love that joke.
  • Sully: Great. Then what say you and I have a duel?
  • Gregor: Mmm... What you pay Gregor?
  • Sully: You want to be paid for fencing practice? We're allies, you old coot. You should be helping me for free!
  • Gregor: Gregor is sellsword who swings swell sword! Dinner must get on table somehow, no?
  • Sully: I'll put you on the table, old man! ...... Never mind. Fine. But if I pay you, I get to set some conditions.
  • Gregor: Conditions?
  • Sully: You say you're a top fighter, but how do I really know that? You might curl into a ball at the first sign of trouble, and then I'm out good coin! So here's the deal: I only pay if you manage to teach me something new.
  • Gregor: Beautiful lady is driving for hard bargain. She is craving coin-back guarantee! But Gregor accepts, so long as he sets condition of his own... Loser must obey one request from winner! Even if humiliating! We have deal, yes? Or are you like the cat who is scared?
  • Sully: Deal. I'm tired of men like you underestimating women like me!
  • Gregor: Oy, but you are wrong... Gregor underestimate no one. Especially not muscle-bound lady with great chip on shoulder.
  • Sully: Then this should be interesting.

B SupportEdit

  • Sully: Hello, Gregor.
  • Gregor: ......
  • Sully: Oh, for the love of... Hello, "Sir Gregor."
  • Gregor: Oh, hello, Sully. Gregor not seeing you there.
  • Sully: I want another duel with you. A serious one. No holds barred! I've been training hard since our last skirmish, and I think I'm ready.
  • Gregor: Training hard? Is sounding like bad news for Gregor!
  • Sully: We spent so much time arguing over terms the other day that I lost the damn fight. Then you were supposed to come up with a humiliating punishment, but you didn't. Just making me call you "sir" isn't enough motivation. I need more! So come on! Get off your butt and duel me for your very honor!
  • Gregor: Oy, we are having place to ourselves, yes? Why speak of fighting and honor? Gregor thinks this is good time to whisper sweet nothings into ears. But, if talking with swords is better, okay. Kiss of steel is also sweet sound to Gregor. But when you lose, Gregor make you do very, very, very humiliating something.
  • Sully: Let's go!

A SupportEdit

  • Sully: Gregor.
  • Gregor: Oy, Sullykins.
  • Sully: Stop calling me that.
  • Gregor: Ho ho! You no like name Sullykins? But name suits you. Very ladylike.
  • Sully: There's nothing ladylike about it, you flea-ridden old goat!
  • Gregor: You wound Gregor. When comrades fight together, they give pet names, yes? Is sign of friendship and respect, yes? "Hail, Sullykins, brave and faithful ally!" Come, Gregor and Sullykins are friends. No need to make with the blushings.
  • Sully: I'm not...blushing.
  • Gregor: But newfangled name is not only reason Sullykins is embarrassed! You know real reason, yes? Sully secretly in love with Gregor!
  • Sully: You say that again, and I'll shove my sword so—
  • Gregor: Ho ho ho! Gregor likes woman with steam-filled head! Maybe he teases you more.
  • Sully: And maybe I'll turn you into a doormat!
  • Gregor: Oy, Sullykins. You draw your sword and challenge Gregor to do battle?
  • Sully: You have insulted me and my honor for the last damn time!
  • Gregor: And if Sully loses? Then what?
  • Sully: Then that life and honor are yours to do with as you will.
  • Gregor: Gregor accepts terms from Sullykins! Is ready when she is...

S SupportEdit

  • Sully: Gregor? I wanted to ask you something about our duel last week.
  • Gregor: If you want to dispute results, Gregor have nothing to say.
  • Sully: No. I accept that you're better. ...For now, at least. But I can't accept the punishment you gave me for losing. I lost a duel fair and true, yet you refuse to claim the damn prize. Now name your terms so we can be done with this and I can sleep at night!
  • Gregor: Gregor is no longer interested in competition with woman like you.
  • Sully: What the hell does that mean?!
  • Gregor: Gregor fights with you many times. Gregor wins many times. Is enough.
  • Sully: I already admitted you won! So if you're gonna refuse just because I'm a woman—
  • Gregor: Is not because you are woman. Is because you are Sully.
  • Sully: Oh, so now what does THAT mean?!
  • Gregor: Gregor cannot fight woman who he is loving so madly. So instead of beating you with sword, he buys you lovely gift instead.
  • Sully: ...Is that a ring?
  • Gregor: Gregor is wanting to marry you, yes?
  • Sully: I don't understand. ...Why me?
  • Gregor: Because you are fine woman. Strong and brave and proud! Gregor is long time admiring Sullykins from afar.
  • Sully: ......
  • Gregor: Gregor knows he is old man with many scars and fattened belly. So is okay if you say no. But do not be saying so because of duels! That, Gregor's poor heart could not take.
  • Sully: I wouldn't say no because of that. ...And actually, I wouldn't say no at all.
  • Gregor: Wait... Gregor is confused. Is meaning Sully says yes?
  • Sully: I've learned a lot from you, Gregor. About fencing and swordsmanship, sure. But also honor and respect. I think we could make a pretty damn fine team if we married.
  • Gregor: Oh, words of joyfulness! Gregor will do his happy dance!

With MirielEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Gregor: Miriel! You want to sit down with Gregor? Enjoy tasty cup of elderberry tea?
  • Miriel: I am curious as to why you are constantly inviting females to consume tea.
  • Gregor: Gregor is a man, yes? He enjoys company of lovely maidens! What more is to tell?
  • Miriel: Would you say women possess some attractive force which draws you to them?
  • Gregor: Oy, yes. Miriel is very attractive! That is why Gregor offers tea.
  • Miriel: That's not what I meant, but I suppose it's the best I'll get from a layperson. So then, what aspects make a woman attractive? Can you define them? I would very much like to quantify this phenomenon if at all possible.
  • Gregor: You are using many large words. Gregor is...very confused.
  • Miriel: It's simple: there must be rules governing attractive force and how it operates. If you are able to define the parameters, it should be possible to re-create them.
  • Gregor: But every man is liking different thing, yes? Gregor speak for no one but Gregor.
  • Miriel: Ah. So you claim it is impossible to arrive at a universal definition of attraction? But that would imply that there are contradictions in human nature.
  • Gregor: Gregor is surprised brain does not ooze out of Miriel's ears.
  • Miriel: Such a thing is highly improbable. At any rate, my life is devoted to meticulous research and rigorous scientific study.
  • Gregor: Is sounding like a barrel of monkey laughs.
  • Miriel: Now, I believe you were offering me tea? Elderberry was it?
  • Gregor: A-actually, Gregor suddenly busy! Urgent chore at...somewhere else!
  • Miriel: Ah. Well, next time, perhaps.

B SupportEdit

  • Gregor: Hmm... Interesting. Gregor never thinks of that...
  • Miriel: ......
  • Gregor: Ho ho! That makes you think.
  • Miriel: Am I no longer interesting to you? As a female companion, I mean?
  • Gregor: Porridge and pierogi! Why are you sneaking up on Gregor?!
  • Miriel: The other day, you told me that a man such as yourself is drawn to attractive women. I was conducting an experiment to ascertain the existence of consistent rules. However, if I no longer possess such quality, then the control group is flawed.
  • Gregor: Gregor still thinks Miriel have lure like deadly siren! But, today, Gregor is being engrossed in very fascinating book. Gregor is embarrassed. Ignoring presence of beautiful woman is very shameful.
  • Miriel: And what is this folio that was able to engage your attention so thoroughly?
  • Gregor: Gregor finds it lying on ground at edge of camp. Is very, very fascinating. Gregor is not knowing of these rules and laws governing natural phenomenon. But this book makes it fascinating subject. Time flies by for Gregor!
  • Miriel: Ah. I have been looking for that book, actually. It belongs to me. My late mother wrote it.
  • Gregor: Oy! Ten thousand apologies to you from the tongue of Gregor, dear lady! Gregor did not intend to steal precious book from dead mother.
  • Miriel: Quite all right. You couldn't have known.
  • Gregor: No, is big problem! Gregor scribble many notes in margins of pages...
  • Miriel: My mother would be pleased that you found her work so fascinating. And as for me, I'm just grateful that you found it. I thought it lost forever.

A SupportEdit

  • Miriel: Er, Gregor? May I have a word? Do you recall writing notes in the margin of the treatise my mother wrote?
  • Gregor: You are upset because Gregor scribble nonsense things in book, yes?
  • Miriel: No, not at all. It's just that some of your comments were most...curious. I was hoping you might have time to edify me on a couple of them. As a simple matter of scientific discourse only. Peer to peer, as it were.
  • Gregor: Er, Gregor is confused. Did his comments not make sense?
  • Miriel: Perhaps in this situation a concrete example wold be helpful. See, here you deleted the phrase "that which helps establish the theory"... and replaced it with a single word: "experience."
  • Gregor: Oh, yes. Gregor remembers that. Er, Miriel is not liking this edit?
  • Miriel: No, on the contrary. I've been pondering this passage for some time in the belief it could be improved. But you have struck upon the missing link and dramatically improved the work, entire. I did not suspect you were in possession of such scholastic ability.
  • Gregor: Oh ho! Is true. Gregor never go to class. Gregor is graduate from school of life!
  • Miriel: I am unfamiliar with this institution. Are they accredited?
  • Gregor: You want to know secret of life study? ...Do nothing. Is exactly what Gregor does.
  • Miriel: I'm afraid I do not properly understand...
  • Gregor: Gregor does nothing special. Gregor learns by watching life. Knowledge is natural. Like bird learning to fly or cat coughing up ball of fur.
  • Miriel: How utterly fascinating...
  • Gregor: Most people run like chicken with no head. Always thinking of next urgent task. But if you go slow and watch everything, you can be smart like Gregor!
  • Miriel: Well, then. Food for thought. Thank you very much, Gregor.
  • Gregor: Come back anytime! Gregor always ready to share knowledge with peers!

S SupportEdit

  • Gregor: Ah, Miriel. You have nose stuck in book again?
  • Miriel: I've been thinking a great deal about our discussion the other day. I find it difficult to approbate the idea that one can learn without active study. Examining phenomena, research, postulating proofs— surely these things matter!
  • Gregor: Gregor not saying books and sciencey things not important...Gregor just thinking there are other ways of learning, yes?
  • Miriel: No, I'm sorry. The idea just seems wholly without merit.
  • Gregor: Hmm. Okay, Gregor make example. How is scientist defining love?
  • Miriel: Love?
  • Gregor: Yes, you know? When two people are liking each other and want to make with the—
  • Miriel: I am aware of the concept, Gregor, thank you. And as to your query, I would start by confirming observable behavior. For example, the culturally determined rituals in which persons in love engage.
  • Gregor: Like the holding of hands, yes? Or the making of adorable kissing faces? ...Or the giving of presents? Like this?
  • Miriel: ...Ah, a ring. Yes, this is a concrete example of the ritual to which I just referred. The male of the species presents this as an indication of his desire to marry. This would indeed constitute evidence of the existence of love.
  • Gregor: Tell Gregor: can scientist Miriel explain what she is feeling right now?
  • Miriel: Well, I have an elevated pulse, sweaty hands, and a nervous energy about me. I cannot, however, explain the reason for these sudden...thrilling phenomena. Tsk! This will not do! I must remain dispassionate and analyze the facts.
  • Gregor: You see? This is being exactly Gregor's point. You do not allow experience to teach you. Everything analyzed like math problem. You must be silencing giant brain and listening to heart instead, yes? Many new experiences and discoveries is coming from heart!
  • Miriel: I have never considered such a plan. But perhaps if I follow your advice, I will find a new world waiting to be discovered.
  • Gregor: Listen to Gregor. Human heart is too wonderful to be understanding by stuffy theory. You must crawl inside and live there like small burrowing land mammal. Take Gregor's hand. Gregor can show how. We go on wonderful journey, together!
  • Miriel: Is this possible? Dare I throw aside logic and embrace the wiles of emotion? Very well, Gregor. I will accompany you on this journey of the heart!
  • Gregor: Ha ha! ...Gregor assume that mean yes?

With Lon'quEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Lon'qu: ......
  • Gregor: Oy, Lon'qu. Why are you having furrowed brow and narrow eyes? Gregor is ally and friend, not foe.
  • Lon'qu: I know all about you, Gregor. Basilio told me. He says you are the only sellsword to ever match him in single combat.
  • Gregor: Oy, that is from distant past. Gregor barely remembers those times.
  • Lon'qu: I have also heard that you were once a candidate to become khan of Regna Ferox.
  • Gregor: Ho ho! You send Gregor on trip to memory street. He was forgetting about that!
  • Lon'qu: So, stories are true? In that case, I challenge you to a duel!
  • Gregor: Do not wave sword in Gregor's face. Edge is seeming very sharp.
  • Lon'qu: I wish to fight using real weapons. A true duel for true stakes!
  • Gregor: You forget Gregor is sellsword and professional. Gregor is not unsheathing sword unless someone is paying him much gold.
  • Lon'qu: Craven... Have you no pride? Or do you fear the wrath of Lon'qu?
  • Gregor: Gregor is fearing no man. But he also does not fight without clink of coin. Besides, you waste your time, yes? A fight with me will not make you strong.
  • Lon'qu: ....
  • Gregor: Enough. Gregor and Lon'qu are comrade-in-arms, yes? No more talk of fighting. *Gregor leaves*
  • Lon'qu: Damn him...

B SupportEdit

  • Lon'qu: Here, Gregor. Catch.
  • Gregor: Oh? Is little bag of coins. You give Gregor pocket money?
  • Lon'qu: You said a sellsword never fights unless it's for money, right? Well, there's your money. Now I order you to fight me for true.
  • Gregor: Oy, you know how to persuade Gregor. Jingly coins is like music in his ears. But please, tell Gregor why you are wanting to fight him so badly. You are thinking is first stage in defeating Basilio, yes?
  • Lon'qu: When I paid your fee, I don't remember asking you to prattle on like a hen.
  • Gregor: Oy, this one is being a strict paymaster. Okay, we fight. But first, conditions! We are being comrades in same army, so no fighting "until death." "Until death" makes many people very sad. Especially ladies.
  • Lon'qu: We will stop when one of us yields or overwhelming victory is assured.
  • Gregor: Agreed. Now, when we are beginning?
  • Lon'qu: No time like the present...
  • Gregor: Ho! ...Okay. Gregor win.
  • Lon'qu: What?
  • Gregor: Oh? You do not notice? Look at chest. See? Gregor's sword is already poised to thrust.
  • Lon'qu: H-how did you—
  • Gregor: Ah, yes. Gregor sees chink in armor. Here, at throat.
  • Lon'qu: Mngh!
  • Gregor: Don't move. If sneezing even tiny bit, sword goes into neck. Very messy. This counts as "overwhelming victory assurance," yes?
  • Lon'qu: Damn you... You only won through trickery!
  • Gregor: Is no trick. Is speed! Is also why Basilio so much stronger than Lon'qu.
  • Lon'qu: Curse you...
  • Gregor: Lon'qu is young fool now, but Gregor sees much potential. You will learn.

A SupportEdit

  • Lon'qu: Gregor...
  • Gregor: Lon'qu wants another duel, yes?
  • Lon'qu: No. I came to apologize. I concede that you beat me fairly in our duel. You are right. I am both young and a fool. I need more battle experience. It's the only way I will gain the wisdom required to anticipate your sly moves.
  • Gregor: Ho ho! Of course, and knowing is half of battle! You are needing those things, yes? But you also are needing to learn how to handle sword.
  • Lon'qu: Are you implying—
  • Gregor: Do not make Gregor repeat self. You need spend time with Gregor so he can be teaching sword skills.
  • Lon'qu: I thought sellswords only fight for money.
  • Gregor: Gregor say that once. But in recent days, he is starting to change thinking. Gregor is feeling loyalty to Shepherds, and wants to helping in all ways.
  • Lon'qu: Then I demand you teach me everything you know!
  • Gregor: You have angry passion of young man. But Gregor is liking that! You remind him of young Gregor when he was being very hotheaded! Let us make with the training, then. Gregor whip you into shape!

With RickenEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Ricken: Gregor! Heeeeeey, Gregor!
  • Gregor: Is no need for bellowing like crazy person. Gregor is old, but ears still hearing fine.
  • Ricken: So, okay. I need you to tell me everything you remember about the last battle. I was way at the back behind the fighters, so I couldn't see anything at the front line.
  • Gregor: Hmm... Why you want to know? Ricken is writing history of battles?
  • Ricken: Exactly!
  • Gregor: Gregor not minding to answer questions, but why do you do this thing?
  • Ricken: If we keep detailed records, we can learn from them and do better the next time.
  • Gregor: Is serious boy, here! Gregor like that. Okay, Gregor helps. In last battle, Gregor fought on front line. At his side was—
  • Ricken: Er, actually, you can skip the stuff you did. I don't need that. I just need to know about Chrom. This history's about him and me.
  • Gregor: Ho ho! Ricken has hero worship for big manly Chrom, eh?
  • Ricken: Hero worship? Ha! All Chrom does is treat me like a child. My plan is to keep a detailed record of all the stuff the two of us do in battle. Then he'll have no choice but to recognize me as a full-blown Shepherd soldier. Anyway! Can we get back to my questions?
  • Gregor: Gregor wishes he were Chrom so he, too, have party of fawning flunkies...

B SupportEdit

  • Ricken: Hey, Gregor! I've got another question!
  • Gregor: Again, Gregor has sensitive ears. Screaming like wild beast is not needed. Now let Gregor guess—you want to know how Chrom did in fight today, yes? Gregor expected more questions, so he watches Chrom with eye like hawk. Go on then, make with the asking.
  • Ricken: Actually, I don't want to ask about Chrom. I want to ask about you!
  • Gregor: Oy? Why this, now?
  • Ricken: Because I was behind you when you were fighting in the thick of the action. You were totally amazing! I've never seen anyone fight like that before.
  • Gregor: Oh ho! You must never pay attention to Gregor on battlefield before, yes?
  • Ricken: Yeah, I figured you were too old to be interesting.
  • Gregor: Ah, yes. Gregor is enjoying brutal honesty of small children...
  • Ricken: Hey, I'm not a child, I'm a grown man! Anyway, in the last battle, I watched almost everything you did. I mean, I didn't want to at first, but you were so quick and strong. I didn't think those moves were possible for such an old man.
  • Gregor: Gregor will take compliment. Even if you are not wanting to look at "old man" in beginning.
  • Ricken: Aw, come on, I didn't mean to say it quite like that.
  • Gregor: Is okay. Gregor is having very thick skins. So, what about questions?
  • Ricken: Oh, right. Okay, so first of all...

A SupportEdit

  • Gregor: Greetings, little Ricken.
  • Ricken: Hey, Gregor. Hang on one second, okay? I'm just finishing up on the latest chapter.
  • Gregor: Still writing your history of battles? Gregor is thinking you had given up by now.
  • Ricken: I haven't missed a single one since I started keeping records! Someday I'll become Chrom's right-hand man, and I'm going to need this book.
  • Gregor: Gregor is not knowing you are having such great ambitions. To be speaking of which, lately you not asking Gregor many questions about battle.
  • Ricken: Yeah, sorry. Did you miss me?
  • Gregor: Ho! Gregor misses you like fly stuck in tent buzzing round and round.
  • Ricken: Hee hee! I guess I was kind of a pest earlier, huh? But the more I wrote, the better I got at seeing what went on at the front lines.
  • Gregor: Gregor hopes you provide good support instead of just watching battle.
  • Ricken: Oh, sheesh, of course I was still doing my job! I mean, if I didn't, I'd never get to be Chrom's right-hand man.
  • Gregor: Yes. More time you spend in battle, more become better at seeing whole situation. But is so unusual one so young is acquiring such veteran skill. You have great talent.
  • Ricken: Aw, thanks, Gregor. So hey, do you want to read my history? There's an awful lot of stuff in there about you.
  • Gregor: Ho ho! If Gregor is star, book will sell like cakes on fire!

With MaribelleEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Maribelle: Hold, you overgrown lummox! I would have a word with you.
  • Gregor: Creasing the forehead and squinting eyes is wasting such beautiful face.
  • Maribelle: Beautiful? Why, goodness me... Argh! Do not try to change the subject, you silver-tongued weasel! I've a most serious matter to discuss with you.
  • Gregor: Gregor is listening.
  • Maribelle: You took a loaf of bread from the pantry again, didn't you?
  • Gregor: Yes. Food portions Gregor receives is not enough to maintain mighty physique. If Gregor is fainting from hunger, Shepherd ladies will be plunging into despair, no?
  • Maribelle: Good heavens, but you are a self-deluded nitwit.
  • Gregor: Is true! Is happening all the time.
  • Maribelle: Are all lowborn sellswords truly this inane, or is it just you?
  • Gregor: Eh? Gregor is not catching that last part. You must say again.
  • Maribelle: Listen to me, fool. the Shepherds have strict rules about such things. Food is rationed for a reason. You can't just go willy-nilly breaking... Sir! *ahem* ...Are you even listening to me?!
  • Gregor: Of course! Gregor is hearing pretty lady! Do not be rule breaking near Willy, yes?
  • Maribelle: A lack of discipline leads to disorder, and disorder leads to wickedness. Innocuous though they may seem, your acts could cause the ruin of our whole army.
  • Gregor: But Gregor is only taking tiny loaf of bread...
  • Maribelle: You think I'm exaggerating, don't you? One small crack is all it takes to bring down the dam that holds back chaos.
  • Gregor: Gregor is thinking Maribelle is carried away with this vivid imaginings.
  • Maribelle: I am a woman of fair mind and breeding. I believe in what is right and proper. And I will not abide rogues who flaunt the rules that make us strong.
  • Gregor: Enough! Gregor is making many apologies for bread, yes? From now on Gregor obey all rules and be model of good behavior.
  • Maribelle: Then we have nothing further to discuss. I bid you good day.
  • (Maribelle leaves)
  • Gregor: She is pretty like rose, but her tongue is sharp like thorn...

B SupportEdit

  • Maribelle: Gregor! Just what do you think you were doing in that last battle?
  • Gregor: Gregor was making with the killing. Why? Is problem with that, too?
  • Maribelle: You charged ahead without waiting for your allies.
  • Gregor: But we are achieving great victory, yes? So all is being well if ends okay.
  • Maribelle: If everyone thought the same, where would this army be? Discipline would collapse, and we'd be nothing but a disorganized mob.
  • Gregor: But Gregor did charging ahead for sake of noble Maribelle.
  • Maribelle: Er, you did?
  • Gregor: Gregor spies foes hidden in thicket, yes? They wait to ambush most beautiful fighter. So Gregor gallantly leaps into fray to be defending the Lady Maribelle.
  • Maribelle: Well, that...certainly goes a along way towards explaining your actions. When you saw me exposed to mortal threat, you had no choice but to hurl yourself—
  • Gregor: Oh no! Gregor is doing the same for any pretty girl. Not just Maribelle.
  • Maribelle: Ah. *ahem* Y-yes, of course. I knew that. In any case, I forgive you. However, we still have rules, and they must not be broken for any reason.
  • (Maribelle leaves)
  • Gregor: Gregor is understanding! ...Actually, no. Gregor is very much confused.

A SupportEdit

  • Gregor: Oy, Maribelle? Helloooooo? Where are you?
  • Maribelle: *Sigh* Oh, Gregor...
  • Gregor: What is matter with Maribelle? Is like heavy weight being placed on shoulders.
  • Maribelle: And tell me, how do I normally look?
  • Gregor: Beautiful, like flower in sunshine. So beautiful that gods weep from jealousy and despair!
  • Maribelle: Oh...
  • Gregor: What is wrong, Maribelle? You tell Gregor.
  • Maribelle: I'm upset about the last battle, all right. You had to come to my rescue. Again!
  • Gregor: Ah, yes. Gregor is most gallant, no?
  • Maribelle: This simply will not do!
  • Gregor: No?
  • Maribelle: Even if I wanted to be rescued by you, which, to be honest, was the case—
  • Gregor: Oh ho!
  • Maribelle: I cannot allow myself to rely on someone who continuously breaks our army's rules. It must not and will not happen henceforth!
  • Gregor: Er, yes. About that. Gregor is sorry he is stealing many pies from kitchen. ...And that he takes lock of Chrom's hair to sell to local gossip leaflet.
  • Maribelle: *Sigh*
  • Gregor: Do not sigh! Gregor is actually much better than before, yes? Is because Maribelle is scolding Gregor so much that he tries harder to follow rules. Is making Gregor better soldier and allows him to be helping comrades, no? He is just not perfect yet. These things, they take time.
  • Maribelle: So it's thanks to my efforts that you're able to lend me aid?
  • Gregor: Yes, you are understanding Gregor!
  • Maribelle: Well, I suppose that makes sense. All right, then. I'll continue to allow you to aid me on the battlefield. And you will continue to work on obeying the rules. Are we agreed?
  • Gregor: Muchly in the agreeing!

S SupportEdit

  • Gregor: Hmmm...
  • Maribelle: Oh, gracious me! It's a miracle!
  • Gregor: What is miracle?
  • Maribelle: You are! Lest I'm mistaken, you appear to be thinking! And intently at that. What terrible aberration of nature has allowed for such a freak phenomenon?
  • Gregor: Is true. Gregor is having very serious thoughts. Before world sees ending, Gregor wants to give this present to Maribelle.
  • Maribelle: What in the world is it... A ring?
  • Gregor: Gregor is wanting to marry Maribelle. Today, Gregor makes solemn promise: Maribelle will not regret a life with Gregor!
  • Maribelle: ...Is this another one of your frivolous impulses?
  • Gregor: Gregor is never more serious in whole life.
  • Maribelle: Well, you obviously went through a lot of trouble to procure such an... *ahem* ornate ring.
  • Gregor: You like ring, yes?
  • Maribelle: ...I think it's dreadful.
  • Gregor: Oy...
  • Maribelle: However, I am delighted by your proposal! It would be my great honor—and yours! Perhaps if we marry I will be able to teach you about good taste... As well as how to follow the rules!
  • Gregor: First rule Gregor must follow: he must do happy dance with new bride-to-be!

With PanneEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Panne: *Gasp* Wh-what's happening to the sun? Everything is growing dark!
  • Gregor: Oy?
  • Panne: Whaaa...aaa... No! Ancestors help me...
  • Gregor: What is being wrong? Panne is shaking like dry leaf in wind.
  • Panne: D-darkness...consuming all...
  • Gregor: Is just eclipse! Sun is only hiding behind moon for small time. Is coming back, Gregor swears. Do not make with the worrying.
  • Panne: T-truly?
  • Gregor: Panne has never heard of eclipse?
  • Panne: I've been hiding for most of my life. There is much I do not know.
  • Gregor: Oy, you must have been poor and lonely girl, yes?
  • Panne: Do not offer me pity. I will not accept it.
  • Gregor: You are funny woman, saying so to Gregor while cuddling in his strong arms!
  • Panne: Cuddling...? In your arms...? Aaargh! When did you grab me, man-spawn?! I should eat your heart for this insult!
  • Gregor: Please, do not be doing this! Gregor is needing his heart! And it was you who jumping into Gregor's arms like frightened rabbit, yes?
  • Panne: Er, yes, well, it must have been...this "eclipse."
  • (Panne leaves)
  • Gregor: Is no problem! Gregor always in mood for friendly cuddle.

B SupportEdit

  • Gregor: Hello, Panne.
  • Panne: ......
  • (Panne leaves)
  • Gregor: Oy, Panne! Is only Gregor!
  • (Panne returns)
  • Panne: Yes? What is it, then? Have your say and leave.
  • Gregor: Why so cold to good friend Gregor?
  • Panne: None of your business.
  • Gregor: Aaah, Gregor is knowing why! Panne is ashamed, yes?
  • Panne: Wh-why would I be ashamed? I simply do not wish to see you.
  • Gregor: So now you hate Gregor with passion of maniac? All right. Gregor knows when he is being unwanted like trash.
  • (Gregor leaves)
  • Panne: No! ...Er, don't go.
  • (Gregor returns)
  • Gregor: Yeees?
  • Panne: I don't hate you. And I want to... To thank you for helping me.
  • Gregor: Ah, you see! Now we are having conversation like grown adult. Maybe you will let Gregor pet fuzzy ears then, yes?
  • Panne: Are you making fun of me?
  • Gregor: Ho ho! Gregor is thinking you have many commitment issues. Is lucky thing he is expert in such matters.
  • Panne: I have no idea what you're blathering about.
  • Gregor: Gregor saw you trembling like little bunny when eclipse came, yes? So Gregor thinks, "Little bunny is needing much care and protection!" Panne spent much time hiding from man, yes? She knows little of us. So then, she must open heart to Gregor! Let him be guide to world of mankind.
  • Panne: Hah. I think I would be more comfortable back in hiding...

A SupportEdit

  • Panne: Gregor, just what were you doing in that last battle?
  • Gregor: Is Gregor's sworn duty to protect you. What else can Gregor be doing? You are Gregor's devoted pupil. Gregor is masterful and wise teacher. Gregor cannot stand in idleness while noble pupil is skewered into rabbit meats.
  • Panne: So you thought to throw yourself in front of an onrushing cavalry? You're lucky you're still alive.
  • Gregor: You have worry for master Gregor, yes? You are noticing his wound of gapingness?
  • Panne: Master Gregor can stick his head in a dragon's maw for all I care.
  • Gregor: Argh! Gregor's wound! The stitches, they tear open!
  • Panne: What? Where? Are you bleeding? Quickly, let me see! ...Hm? No, everything looks fine. Bandages in place and—
  • Gregor: Oh ho ho ho! Gregor makes jape!
  • Panne: Do that again and I'll give you more real wounds to worry about!
  • Gregor: Yes, yes! Is perfect! Now do again with more anger.
  • Panne: ...What?
  • Gregor: Panne must learn to express feeling more. Is first step to intimacy. Holding anger inside and never learning to forgive? Very bad. Is reason why Panne has few friends.
  • Panne: ...I have no idea what you are talking about.
  • Gregor: Is, how to say, baby steps, yes? You will learn like good bunny. Until then, Gregor protect you.
  • Panne: ......

S SupportEdit

  • Gregor: Panne! Hellooo? ...Where is favorite pupil?
  • Panne: *Pant, pant*
  • Gregor: Ah-ha! Gregor finds you.
  • Panne: How did you—
  • Gregor: Why does Panne hide from Gregor? Do you hate him so?
  • Panne: You act like a reckless fool when you're near me. I don't want to see you hurt.
  • Gregor: Ho ho! You worry about old man too much. Gregor knows well how to protect self.
  • Panne: I don't need you hovering around trying to defend me all the time.
  • Gregor: But is not about what you need. Is about what Gregor need. If Gregor gives you one good reason, will you let him protect you?
  • Panne: Well, it had better be very good.
  • Gregor: Gregor is wanting to marry you.
  • Panne: Are you... ...Is this another of your japes?
  • Gregor: Gregor never jokes about love! ...Well, not this time. Here, see?
  • Panne: A ring?
  • Gregor: You know what ring means for human, yes? Now you know, is no joke. Is love.
  • Panne: Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!
  • Gregor: Oy! Why you make with the screaming and the crying and the noises?!
  • Panne: I am releasing pain and anger from my heart. It is what you told me to do if I was to make friends with anyone.
  • Gregor: Ah, yes. Gregor is remembering now. So, what is result? How does Panne feel?
  • Panne: I am not sure... I am feeling many strange things. Joy? Contentment? Even...hope? I have not felt this way in so long a time.
  • Gregor: Gregor is delighted! His heart is swelling to burstiness!
  • Panne: But you don't get to protect me all the time. Understand? We're going to protect each other.
  • Gregor: Very good! Now you come, little bunny! Jump into Gregor's arms!

With CordeliaEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Cordelia: *Sigh* Oh, how can I ever make him love me?
  • Gregor: The sound of lovelorn sigh sends shivers down spine of Gregor!
  • Cordelia: Eek! G-Gregor? What are you doing lurking in the shadows?
  • Gregor: To be prepared is big part of battle. Is true in war. And love! If we were love-fighting, this first skirmish go to Gregor.
  • Cordelia: A brazen statement for one you have barely even met! And what does sneaking up on people have to do with love?
  • Gregor: Is good that Cordelia want to learn! Gregor will enlighten. On battlefield of love, to be adored is to have high ground. Surprise attack can lay groundwork for great success.
  • Cordelia: Aren't you taking this "love as war" metaphor a little far?
  • Gregor: Surprise attack leaves heart's fortress unmanned, yes? Then gates can be knocked over with battering ram of charm! Heart is then defenseless for final assault.
  • Cordelia: ...I see. You've clearly given this a great deal of thought.
  • Gregor: Gregor more clever then he looks. Now you can also be victor in love!
  • Cordelia: Yes, sir!
  • (Cordelia leaves)
  • Gregor: Hmm... Gregor hope he not just bite off more than he can be chewing...

B SupportEdit

  • Cordelia: Gregor? Hello? Are you there, Gregor?
  • Gregor: Oy, why you having long face like horsey just died? Did surprise assault on fortress of love meet with horrible failure?
  • Cordelia: H-how did you know?
  • Gregor: Gregor is already telling you! He is very wise in matters of love.
  • Cordelia: So what am I doing wrong?
  • Gregor: To make other person love you is easier saying than doing, yes?
  • Cordelia: Especially if you're a boring stick-in-the-mud like me...
  • Gregor: No, no, love is coming to everyone, sooner or later. Just need practice, yes?
  • Cordelia: Yeah, and I apparently need a lot of practice. I tried the surprise attack you talked about earlier, and he just got mad. I probably shouldn't have leapt out of the bushes in a Risen mask...
  • Gregor: Is not concern! Even best plan is failing if pieces on board are wrong type, no?
  • Cordelia: Oh, I forget it. I'm going to go curl up with a pint of figgy pudding...
  • Gregor: Never surrender! Cordelia can win battle! This is Gregor's guarantee. You are beautiful and charming, yes? Maybe attack was overwhelming. Is like sending armored knight to smoosh fly buzzing in kitchen. Instead of smooshy fly, you are getting only pile of broken crockery.
  • Cordelia: Oh, this is all so confusing. You have to help me! Please!
  • Gregor: Ho ho! Gregor shows how to navigate stormy seas of love to safe harbor.
  • Cordelia: Thank you, Gregor. I don't know what I'd do without you.

A SupportEdit

  • Gregor: There! Gregor outdo himself, no? Cordelia is looking like perfection!
  • Cordelia: Er, look, Gregor. I appreciate all your help with this. I really do... I mean, who even knew you could sew or apply makeup? But, Um, I'm not real sure any of this is going to strike at the real problem...
  • Gregor: Eh?
  • Cordelia: Shouldn't we have just found out more about the man and what he likes?
  • Gregor: No, is crazy talk! You are like tulip bulb in flower patch, yes? Tulip is only needing water and manure to grow into lovely flower. Tulip does not ask gardener what color she should be, yes? Tulip just grows!
  • Cordelia: I'm really starting to lose my grip on your analogies, Gregor.
  • Gregor: Gregor knows his way can be very confusing sometimes. But Cordelia have passion and beauty! He knows she can succeed.
  • Cordelia: ...Wow. You're quite skilled at pep talks, I'll grant you that. Just be careful you don't get my head too big, or I might just float off!
  • Gregor: Woman so charming as you should for sure have huge swollen head! Gregor says you are perfection, and he never wrong about such things. Now go claim victory, yes? Do this for Gregor.
  • Cordelia: Y-yes, sir! I won't let you down.
  • (Cordelia leaves)
  • Gregor: Ah, Gregor... You have let fair woman take your heart while you not looking. ...... *Sigh* Ah, well. Gregor must soldier on...

S SupportEdit

  • Cordelia: Oh, Gregor!
  • Gregor: Cordelia! You must tell Gregor: how did his soldier do on love's battlefield?
  • Cordelia: A-actually, there's nothing to report. I haven't done anything yet.
  • Gregor: Did Gregor not give you enormous confidence boost?
  • Cordelia: *Sigh* I know. You've done everything you can, and now it's up to me.
  • Gregor: That is spirit!
  • Cordelia: Well, anyway. Here goes nothing...
  • Gregor: I am wishing much luck to you!
  • Cordelia: Thank you. Now... Erm... *Cough* I... think I've fallen in love with you...
  • Gregor: Ho ho! Is very good! Is exactly how you do it! Not even Gregor can resist charm!
  • Cordelia: I was hoping we might see more of each other...and perhaps even get married?
  • Gregor: Oy! Is so cruel to practice this on Gregor! Cordelia must save proposal for real deal!
  • Cordelia: I have been. That was it.
  • Gregor: ...... ...Oy. THIS is real deal? You propose to Gregor?!
  • Cordelia: I propose to Gregor.
  • Gregor: Then man you chase like lovesick puppy all this time was Gregor?
  • Cordelia: Not at first, no. But the more time I spent with you, the more I knew I'd been wrong.
  • Gregor: Gregor is confused, yes? All this...very not expected.
  • Cordelia: You think I'm charming, right?
  • Gregor: Like newborn baby napping in litter of tiny kittens!
  • Cordelia: And you think I'm pretty, right?
  • Gregor: Like sun over field of flowers on a cloudy-less spring day!
  • Cordelia: And you like me, right?
  • Gregor: Oh yes. Gregor likes Cordelia very much.
  • Cordelia: Then I think you have your answer.
  • Gregor: Yes, is right! Gregor and Cordelia should make with the hitching!
  • Cordelia: Oh, good! Then I think you owe me a ring.
  • Gregor: Gregor have old sock of coins under bed. He buys Cordelia finest ring in land!
  • Cordelia: Then Cordelia and Gregor become so very much happy, yes? Hee hee.

With NowiEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Nowi: Heya, gramps!
  • Gregor: "Gramps"? What is this "gramps"? If Gregor is "gramps," then little girl is great-great-great-great-granny.
  • Nowi: So you know how old I am, huh? Weird. Most people can't stop talking about how young I look.
  • Gregor: Is just, how you say, flatulence? No, wait. ...Flippery? ...Flatness? ...Gregor does not remember. Is that word when people say lies to make other person feel better.
  • Nowi: No idea what you're talking about. Anyway, I have something to ask you.
  • Gregor: If you want borrow money, answer is no. Gregor is poor like beggar.
  • Nowi: Yes, I know that. That's why I want to give you something.
  • Gregor: You give Gregor shiny gold coin?
  • Nowi: No, Chrom doesn't let me have money. I always end up losing it.
  • Gregor: Agreed. Gregor too is sooner trusting senile squirrel with life savings!
  • Nowi: Hey, for your information, I happen to be quite smart! I just don't care about money, is all. Us manaketes don't use it much.
  • Gregor: Ah, is very good! Money is root of evil. So then, what you give Gregor?
  • Nowi: I knitted you a big, wooly sweater! See? It's got shoulder pads built in!
  • Gregor: ...Now this looks like "gramps" clothing. Also, Gregor is no good in sweater. Is too hot, yes?
  • Nowi: Yeah, but this one is really light. It really breathes! I lined it with manakete scales.
  • Gregor: Scales of manakete? Gregor is stunned. How are you finding such priceless artifacts?
  • Nowi: See? I thought you'd be impressed. I just had some lying around, so don't worry about it.
  • Gregor: Then Gregor accepts wonderful gift with much gratitude!
  • Nowi: Hee hee! Glad you like it.

B SupportEdit

  • Gregor: Nowi, you have time, yes? We can speak?
  • Nowi: What's up, Gregs?
  • Gregor: Gregor's name is Gregor! ...But at least you are not calling him gramps.
  • Nowi: All right, so? What is it?
  • Gregor: You remember sweater you give to Gregor? Is very fine sweater. Best ever! Is helping to deflect dangerous blows in last battle. Gives Gregor peace of mind.
  • Nowi: Oh, goody! I'm glad you like it.
  • Gregor: Gregor is...not exactly say he is liking it.
  • Nowi: No? I kind of think you were.
  • Gregor: When Nowi makes sweater, how many scales is she using?
  • Nowi: Oh, I don't know. A few?
  • Gregor: Gregor not knowing this "few." Meaning is more than two, yes?
  • Nowi: Um, yeah. Definitely more than two.
  • Gregor: Now Gregor knows where you get scales. They come from Nowi's own body. But this must be hurting terribly, yes? And missing scales means no armor for you. Gregor grateful you make sacrifice for him, but is very foolhardy!
  • Nowi: But I just wanted to—
  • Gregor: Since you lose armor, we make new rule: you stay close to Gregor in battles.
  • Nowi: I think I can handle that!

A SupportEdit

  • Gregor: Nowi, in past days, you and Gregor are fighting many times side by side.
  • Nowi: I know, it's so fun! I'm doing my very best to protect you.
  • Gregor: No, is backward! Gregor protecting you! ...Ah, but never minding now. When allies fight together, bonds grow strong and become more powerful, yes? So Gregor thinks we should train together, becoming unbeatable force!
  • Nowi: What? Now? 'Cause see, I kinda promised to eat with Chrom and some friends. And I thought maybe you might want to come along? Pleeease?
  • Gregor: First we do training, then maybe we can do the visiting friends. You know saying? "Youth must work like dog to make future better!"
  • Nowi: ...Actually, I've never heard that one. Besides, I'm hardly a youth. You know that.
  • Gregor: Ah, yes. Gregor is sometimes forgetting you are old crone. Okay then, meddling Gregor will leave Nowi alone to her fun...
  • Nowi: Gregor, wait! Don't be upset.
  • Gregor: No! Gregor is old fool who is only thinking about self. Gregor tries to help you be stronger, but already you are smarter than Gregor.
  • Nowi: Oh, Gregor... You know, now that I think about it, I do want that special training!
  • Gregor: Oy, this is worse! You agree just to make old man not be feeling like sad sack!
  • Nowi: No! Look, you spend all this time worrying about me, so I should listen to your advice. I'm really grateful for the offer, okay? Honest! So let's train together.
  • Gregor: ...Nowi not pitying Gregor, yes? You swear on mother's grave?
  • Nowi: Really, I can't wait to train! It's such a great idea!
  • Gregor: Well, if you are insisting!

S SupportEdit

  • Gregor: Bond-building training is complete! Now we are like unbeatable team!
  • Nowi: So now we can relax and have some fun, right?
  • Gregor: Ah. You are remembering that?
  • Nowi: Don't tell me you're going to back out! You promised!
  • Gregor: Gregor remembers. Is man of his word, yes?
  • Nowi: Good! Then let's go play!
  • Gregor: Before the romping and the frolicking, Gregor has gift to bestow...
  • Nowi: Oh, what a beautiful ring!
  • Gregor: Ring is symbol of solemn vow. Gregor is wishing to spend life with Nowi. Er, will you...accept?
  • Nowi: You mean we can play and hang out every day from now on? Gimme!
  • Gregor: No, no. Not play. Gregor is mangling language once more. Ring is sacred vow, yes? Is meaning that we—
  • Nowi: Oh, silly Gregor. Of course I know what it means. I'm 1,000 years old, remember? You love me and want to get married, right? So just come out and say it.
  • Gregor: But...is difficult. Gregor is...very shy man.
  • Nowi: So are you sure you love me? Because, if you don't—
  • Gregor: No, no! Gregor's heart is true! He seeks solemn bond as man and wife! Okay, then! Gregor proves this to you! *cough* *ahem* ...Gregor love you, Nowi.
  • Nowi: That wasn't so hard, now was it? And I accept! But you have to promise to live as long as you can, okay?
  • Gregor: Ho ho! Gregor will be doing his best!

With TharjaEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Gregor: Ah-ha! There is Tharja! Gregor is needing to ask question. Is all right, yes?
  • Tharja: I'm busy.
  • Gregor: Ah! You are not wanting be seen talking to old man like Gregor.
  • Tharja: Age has nothing to do with it. I'm just not interested in talking.
  • Gregor: Oy, little girl have tongue like snake. Very full of evil. Tharja could pretend to not liking old-man smell at least. Then Gregor is less insulted,
  • Tharja: You could smell like roses and fresh-cut grass. It wouldn't matter.
  • Gregor: Why are you hating friendly Gregor?
  • Tharja: I said I didn't want to talk to you. ...So why are you still talking?
  • Gregor: Old man like Gregor only hears what he wants. Very useful skill in life, yes?
  • Tharja: ...Is that true?
  • Gregor: Oy, NOW evil girl is expressing interestedness in Gregor!
  • Tharja: Because that would explain why my curses never work on you.
  • Gregor: Oh no! Why are you trying to cast evil hex on poor Gregor?!
  • Tharja: What does it matter? The damned spell didn't work anyway.
  • Gregor: Ah-ha! That is why you are being so rude. Gregor is immune to your witchery! I make you look like...how you say? Fool? Amateur? This sort of thing?
  • Tharja: Go ahead and mock me, old man. I'll have my revenge, just you wait...
  • (Tharja leaves)
  • Gregor: Wait, evil girl! Gregor is still having long list of questions to ask!

B SupportEdit

  • Gregor: Oy, why is evil girl still not talking? Gregor is nice guy! Laugh like bowl of jelly!
  • Tharja: ...I should inflict a permanent silence curse on you, old man.
  • Gregor: Ho ho! Evil girl's spells not work on Gregor! Are you remembering this?
  • Tharja: I have...never been...this angry...in my entire life!
  • Gregor: You should forget with all the anger and the making of the clenched fists. Gregor only want to chat. Make with the small speech, yes?
  • Tharja: You want to be friends with me? Then prove your loyalty. Give me nail clippings and a lock of hair so I can cast a spell that sticks.
  • Gregor: If Gregor agrees to your unholy terms, you must answer question, yes? Most times Gregor only wants to know if evil girl have dinner plans. But not today.
  • Tharja: ...You get one question.
  • Gregor: Oh, that is too bad. Gregor have long list. But he will narrow it down... Does evil girl know magic spell that can, how you say, bring back dead?
  • Tharja: Seriously? That's your question? It's almost as bad as "can you make me immortal?" Ugggh!
  • Gregor: So then, you cannot do this?
  • Tharja: No, Gregor. I can't. No one can. Now if you want to TALK to the dead, that's something I could maybe arrange.
  • Gregor: Is for truly? Oh, yes, that would be more than enough! Please, you must help Gregor talk to dead person.
  • Tharja: It's not easy, you know. It takes a lot of work, and a LOT of preparation.
  • Gregor: Please, you must do this! Gregor gives you soul in exchange, yes?
  • Tharja: ...Really, now?
  • Gregor: Cross Gregor's heart and hope to die!
  • Tharja: Well, if you're that desperate, maybe I can do something...
  • Gregor: Then Gregor is being always in your debt.

A SupportEdit

  • Gregor: Tharja! You finish spell, yes? Read all tomes? Collect bat wing? Please say yes. Gregor is very much wanting to talk to dead person!
  • Tharja: I am ready. Now then... Whose soul do you wish to summon?
  • Gregor: Gregor's brother. His name is Gregor.
  • Tharja: ...You have the same name?
  • Gregor: When he died, Gregor took Gregor's name. Is fitting tribute, no?
  • Tharja: ...Oh, gods. That's why the curses never worked! The brother whose name you took must have died with unfinished business. If he clings to this world, the name would still belong to him.
  • Gregor: And that make spooky magic not work right, yes?
  • Tharja: A curse won't stick if you don't know the true name of the intended target.
  • Gregor: You want to know Gregor's real name now, yes? So you can charm him?
  • Tharja: Later. Right now, we need to focus on your brother. Imagine his face... Imagine his voice... Now... Talk to him.
  • Gregor: Hello? Gregor? Yoo-hoo! Are you hearing?
  • Tharja: (Brother... Is that you...?)
  • Gregor: Oy, is sounding just like him! Tharja is summoning soul of brother!
  • Tharja: (My brother...)
  • Gregor: Oh, brother! I am so sorry you die because of bad thing I did! If you bear grudge, tell me now. I atone for injustice!
  • Tharja: (I bear no grudge against you... You did all you could to save me...) (You must not feel guilty... I am proud of you...)
  • Gregor: Oh, Gregor! I try to save you, but bandits were so many!
  • Tharja: (You must forgive yourself, Brother...) (Forgive...)
  • Gregor: *Sniff* Oy, G-Gregor...
  • Tharja: Well? Did you say what you had to say?
  • Gregor: Y-yes. All thanks to Tharja. Gregor's brother was taken by bandits, and he could not save him. Gregor had huge hole in heart, but now hole has been filled in. Gregor have no more regrets. You can take soul or whatever now.
  • Tharja: ...... I'm...a little tired. Perhaps next time.
  • Gregor: Gregor brings soul next time we meet. You take then, yes?

S SupportEdit

  • Gregor: Gregor must thank Tharja again. You did him great favor! Brother hears apology and forgives Gregor. Now he is like new man!
  • Tharja: Yeah? Well that makes one of us who's happy.
  • Gregor: Oy, but Gregor says thank you many times over. Why are you giving him that evil glare of fury?
  • Tharja: Ever since I hosted the soul of your brother, something has been...wrong with me. I can't stop thinking about you. It's... incredibly annoying.
  • Gregor: Ah... You fall in love with Gregor? Is okay. He sees same thing before. But, is good. Gregor likes you, too. That is why he is bringing you present!
  • Tharja: ...This is a ring.
  • Gregor: Look on inside. Is having Gregor's name carved in! If you accept, then we carve your name next to Gregor's. Together forever!
  • Tharja: ...You intend to continue using the name of your brother?
  • Gregor: Thanks to you, I know he forgives Gregor for unfortunate and violent death. So now Gregor bears his name with pride! ...He also very used to it by now.
  • Tharja: Well, it's as much yours as your brother's I suppose. ...Hmm. Maybe now some of my curses will actually stick.
  • Gregor: For you, Gregor do anything. Even if it turns him into toad.
  • Tharja: I don't think that will be necessary. Besides, I've got a better idea... Heh heh...

With OliviaEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Olivia: Um, excuse me, Gregor? I have your dinner if you're hungry.
  • Gregor: Gregor is very big man, yes? And big man is always hungry! So, it was your turn to make with the cooking, eh?
  • Olivia: Yes, I'm on chef duty today. It's actually my first time, so if you don't like the food, just...let me know.
  • Gregor: Gregor shall sample and give report. *sluuuuuurp*
  • Olivia: W-well?
  • Gregor: This is tastiest liver stew Gregor has eaten in whole life!
  • Olivia: Oh! You recognize it? N-not many people outside of Regna Ferox know this dish. ...Er, or like it, for that matter.
  • Gregor: Gregor is sellsword. He serve many masters and travel to countless lands. Ah! Is good for the reminding! Gregor has large bag of secret spice. ...Here. He put in stew and you taste.
  • Olivia: Um, okay... *slurp* Oh, it's twice as good! And you only added that tiny bit!
  • Gregor: Gregor's spice can turn thin bowl of gruel into feast fit for king!
  • Olivia: It's amazing what a tiny pinch of seasoning can do for a meal. So, um... Would you be wiiling to share some with me? ...Pleeease?
  • Gregor: Many regrets, but Gregor is out of spice. He can make more, but it takes time, yes?
  • Olivia: Perhaps I can help? I mean, I could gather the ingredients or something?
  • Gregor: This is happy idea! When you finish cooking meals for local oafs, you come find Gregor, yes?
  • Olivia: I'll do that!

B SupportEdit

  • Gregor: Today is okay, yes? You join Gregor on trip into woods?
  • Olivia: You mean to gather ingredients, right? For your secret spice blend?
  • Gregor: Yes. We must go deep into woods, so Gregor is thinking we pack lunch.
  • Olivia: Oh, all right. I can make sandwiches if you want.
  • Gregor: No, no, Gregor not let girl with small hands do all the work! Come. Gregor will help with the making of sandwiches.
  • Olivia: All right...
  • Gregor: Good. thanks to you, we now have picnic hamper full of tastiness!
  • Olivia: You're being kind—I'm sorry I wasn't much help. I'm so terrible at making sandwiches...
  • Gregor: Gregor is being...confused. Perhaps he not hear your language so well? Olivia is sad yes? Is thinking she bumbles about in kitchen like drunk bear? But Olivia is fine cook. When is her day in mess hall, Gregor salivate with excitement!
  • Olivia: Really?! Oh my gosh, I never... I mean, people don't usually tell me that.
  • Gregor: Then people are idiots. You listen to Gregor and learn truth. Olivia is tasty cook and lovely dancer. Gregor think she would make fine wife.
  • Olivia: Oh, stop that, you're embarrassing me! I'm none of those things.
  • Gregor: But is true! Sellsword know how to see true value in people, yes? And Gregor is master of sellswords! Gregor never make mistake.
  • Olivia: Oh stop it, Gregor! I know you're just saying these things to be nice. But, um... Thank you.
  • Gregor: You are being most welcome.

A SupportEdit

  • Olivia: Gregor! There you are.
  • Gregor: What is wrong? You look to be making with the yelling at any moment.
  • Olivia: Gregor, let me look at your back. I think you may be injured.
  • Gregor: Why are you thinking so?
  • Olivia: Because you're limping around like a two-legged mule!
  • Gregor: You have been spying on Gregor's movements...
  • Olivia: I'm a dancer, Gregor. I always notice how people are moving around.
  • Gregor: Ah, well. You have taken cat out of bag. Gregor may be tiny bit injured.
  • Olivia: See? Now lift up your shirt and let me take a look at... Eek! Gregor, I can see the bone!
  • Gregor: Ha! Is nothing! One time Gregor's leg fall off and he sew it back on. But if pretty lady with small hands want to nurse Gregor, he will not complain.
  • Olivia: Oh my goodness. It's hard to look at. Okay, so just hold still. This might sting a little bit...
  • Gregor: Ho Ho! Gregor... He feels nothing!
  • Olivia: Gregor is going to feel something if he doesn't hold still!
  • Gregor: ...Ahhh, is good. Gregor is feeling better already.
  • Olivia: Listen, I want you to talk to one of the healers, all right? Just to make sure you don't get gangrene or something.
  • Gregor: For old man like Gregor, being nursed by beautiful woman is best medicine of all.
  • Olivia: Hop to it, mister!

S SupportEdit

  • Gregor: Oy, Olivia! Gregor have big surprise for you today.
  • Olivia: Oh? What is it?
  • Gregor: Is small pouch of secret spice blend! Just as Gregor promised.
  • Olivia: Oh, thank you, Gregor! This is going to be so... Um, wait. There's something hard in here. Oh! It's a ring! You must have dropped this in here when you were grinding.
  • Gregor: Is...how you say? No problem? Gregor is giving you ring, yes?
  • Olivia: Gregor, this is huge. It must have been so expensive! I can't take it!
  • Gregor: Okay, okay! Gregor is not putting in pouch by accident. He does this on purpose. Is all part of sneaky and elaborate plan. Gregor goes to dangerous places and collects many rare spices... Then he can give you expensive ring in unexpected and charming manner.
  • Olivia: Dangerous places... Wait, is that how you hurt your back?
  • Gregor: Olivia not need to know! ...Is embarrassing story anyway. Involve slippery rock and angry squirrel.
  • Olivia: Oh, I'm so sorry... You went to so much trouble on my account...
  • Gregor: Gregor not sorry! Gregor will face army of angry squirrels for you. You are first woman Gregor truly loves, and now is time for the proving. So what does Olivia say? You accept ring and proposal of marriage, yes?
  • Olivia: I... I don't know, Gregor. It's all so sudden.
  • Gregor: Hmm... This is not answer Gregor is hoping for.
  • Olivia: I'm sorry, it's just... My mind is whirling in a thousand directions at once!
  • Gregor: Then you have answer.
  • Olivia: I do?
  • Gregor: Your mind is spinning because of the happiness, yes? So if you marry Gregor, you can be happy forever!
  • Olivia: Hmm... You know, you just might have something there... All right! Let's do it! Let's get married!
  • Gregor: Oy, Gregor feel huge pain in chest when you bat eyelashes like that!
  • Olivia: I'm sorry. I'll try not to... Oh, wait, That's a good thing, isn't it?
  • Gregor: Is very good thing!

With ChercheEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Cherche: Gregor, I wouldn't stand there if I were you. Minerva is coming through.
  • Gregor: Oy! If there is one thing Gregor knows, is not to get in way of mighty wyvern! But if lovely lady want to bowl Gregor over, is totally being fine with him.
  • Cherche: Careful, my amorous friend. A knock from me will set your head spinning just the same.
  • Gregor: Gregor's head always spinning in your presence!
  • Cherche: Heh... How would you like to take a trip somewhere that'll really make you dizzy?
  • Gregor: Gregor would know more...
  • Cherche: Join me for a ride on Minerva, into the open skies!
  • Gregor: You mean, go up? Up into the sky? Beautiful lady is crazy, no?
  • Cherche: Offer's still open... Going once... Going twice...
  • Gregor: Never in Gregor's life has he said no to beautiful woman. But this time...
  • Cherche: Don't tell me you're afraid of heights.
  • Gregor: When Gregor is young boy, he is stuck in top of tall tree for three days and nights.
  • Cherche: Ah, that must have been quite the uncomfortable experience.
  • Gregor: Father say, "Gregor, you must stay in tree!" He was very strict man.
  • Cherche: Why, that's terrible! You poor little—
  • Gregor: Stop! Gregor accept no pity from beautiful lady.
  • Cherche: ...Oh. Well, all right then.

B SupportEdit

  • Cherche: Phew. Well done, Minerva.
  • Gregor: Cherche is fighting bravely too, yes?
  • Cherche: As did you, Gregor. You were very impressive out there. Hmm? What's the matter, Minerva?
  • Gregor: ...... Ho ho ho! Yes, Minerva! You also brave and strong!
  • Cherche: Wait, you can understand her?
  • Gregor: Gregor knows wyverns. Once long ago, he visit place called Wyvern valley. Was for business. ...But not so good job. Gregor not like to think about it.
  • Cherche: What kind of business?
  • Gregor: Gregor ordered to collect claws from dead wyvern, yes? But Gregor is with wicked men. They turn mission into wyvern-hunting party. Soon, we come across mother wyvern trying to protect baby. ...Mother not make it.
  • Cherche: I see.
  • (Minerva cries out)
  • Cherche: Minerva! What in the world has gotten into you?!
  • Gregor: What is happening? Why she act so crazy now?!
  • Cherche: I don't know! I've not heard her cry out like this since she was a baby.
  • Gregor: ...Wait. Gregor remembers this cry. Is sounding like baby wyvern in valley.
  • Cherche: ...Oh. I...I see. Gregor, would you mind leaving us alone for awhile?
  • Gregor: Yes, Gregor melt into shadows like piece of butter.
  • (Gregor leaves)
  • Cherche: Now, Minerva. What is it you want to tell me? ...... *Gasp* ...Are you sure?

A SupportEdit

  • Cherche: Gregor? You're going to catch a cold sleeping out here.
  • Gregor: Zzz... No, no... Gregor eat enough... Well, maybe one more pierogi... *Snort* Eh? Wha—? ...Oh, hello, Cherche. And Minerva! Why you come see Gregor?
  • Cherche: We wanted to talk to you. Is now a good time?
  • Gregor: For you, any time is good. But is Minerva sure she is wanting to talk to Gregor?
  • Cherche: Oh, it's so sweet you take her feelings into consideration. You know, Minerva, you're right. He's just like you said.
  • Gregor: Callous and heartless?
  • Cherche: Minerva told me all about what happened in wyvern valley. About how you turned against your fellow sellswords and fought them off? You saved her life, Gregor. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be with her today. We both owe you a great deal.
  • Gregor: Gregor knows what feeling is to see parents killed before own two eyes.
  • Cherche: What are you talking about?
  • Gregor: Gregor's parents were hard, but they were all he have. But one day... Well, it does not matter. Gregor could not let same thing happen to Minerva.
  • Cherche: That's why you stepped in and turned against your comrades.
  • Gregor: Gregor always do duty for employer. But that not duty. Was bad murder. Gregor could not do. Never.
  • Cherche: *Sniff* Oh, Gregor. How can we ever thank you?
  • Gregor: Stop. No crying, please. Gregor have soft spot for weeping ladies. Save tears of gratitude for when Gregor really deserves them.
  • Cherche: But, you do deserve them! And much more, besides...
  • Gregor: Oy...

S SupportEdit

  • Cherche: Here, Gregor. I mended your clothes. Now it's almost time for supper. What do you fancy this evening?
  • Gregor: Oy, Cherche. Is no need to pamper Gregor like he is king! You already say thanks for Minerva many, many times. So Gregor say you are welcome, and then we are even, yes?
  • Cherche: Oh, I'm not doing this for Minerva's sake. What put that idea in your head? She's perfectly capable of paying you back herself.
  • Gregor: Then why you always so nice to Gregor?
  • Cherche: Gregor, how long will you make me wait? I can't be much more obvious...
  • Gregor: Ho ho! When it comes to women, Gregor is genius of hint-spotting. Gregor is trying to overcome big challenge first, but he cannot wait. Here! Is ring for you. You will marry Gregor, yes?
  • Cherche: Oh, Gregor! Yes! I accept with all my heart! ...Er, but what's this "big challenge" that kept me waiting?
  • Gregor: If Gregor marry Cherche, then maybe he have to fly in the sky sometime, yes? So before we marry, Gregor must overcome terror of high places.
  • Cherche: Yes, that is important, isn't it? Well then, what do you say? Shall we go for a little ride?
  • (Minerva cries out)
  • Cherche: Oh, look! Minerva's getting excited!
  • Gregor: If gods want Gregor to fly, they give him wings for arms! Or big balloon head! ...B-but if Gregor squeeze eyes tight and be with Cherche...is maybe not so bad!

With Owain (Son)Edit

C SupportEdit

  • Owain: A foul sense hangs in the air... My sword arm throbs dully! Hngh?! W-what's this? Blood...raging! ...A different sort of blood rage than usual!
  • Gregor: Er, everything is all right, no?
  • Owain: STAY BACK, FATHER! You mustn't come any closer!
  • Gregor: Why? Are you contagious? You have terrible disease?
  • Owain: The blood of heroes that courses through my veins hungers for fresh prey! If you draw within striking range in my present state, I cannot guarantee safety! I beg of you, stay back! Do not force me to topple my own father!
  • Gregor: Gregor is confused. Are you under control of evil spirit? Did someone make with the cursing of 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!
  • Gregor: Gya! Stay put, boy! Gregor go and fetch mother!
  • Owain: Wait, MOTHER?! Er... Heh... That's not...strictly necessary. This pain is nothing to a man like me!
  • (Gregor 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?
  • Gregor: Of course Gregor upset! You make with the moaning and the shouting out of blue! Your mother and Gregor very scared! *Sigh* Look, Gregor is glad you are safe, yes? But why you yell like madman? 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!
  • Gregor: Ugh. And you speak such lines without feeling ashamed? Gregor not understand this.
  • 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...
  • Gregor: Well, future where people talk like Owain make Gregor feel— ...OWAIN! LOOKING OUT!
  • Owain: What?!
  • Gregor: ...Grah!
  • Owain: Your shoulder! Father, you're hit!
  • Gregor: Nngh... Archers...in trees... They try to kill you... But Gregor never let them hurt son... We are outnumbered... We must be getting out of here! Now GO!
  • Owain: R-right!
  • (Scene transition)
  • Gregor: We finally lost them... We should be safe here.
  • Owain: Gods, not again...
  • Gregor: Hmm?
  • Owain: Why?! Why did you take that arrow for me?! You could have died! This is exactly how it happens, you know! This is exactly... Er...
  • Gregor: This how what happens?
  • Owain: *Sob* Oh, Father... *sniff*
  • Gregor: Owain? Owain, you are crying, yes? What is happened? Is something 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.
  • Gregor: All right. Gregor will be here.

A SupportEdit

  • Owain: Father, how's the shoulder?
  • Gregor: Ha! It was just minor scratch. See? All healed.
  • Owain: Good. I don't know what I'd do if...if I got you killed again.
  • Gregor: Is that what this about? Gregor die protecting you in horrible 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!
  • Gregor: At least it sound like Gregor die 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 couldn't stand it.
  • Gregor: Gregor so sorry to dredge up all those painful memories. But more than that, Gregor sorry he left you all alone in 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.
  • Gregor: Wait. So all this talk about having blood of heroes in you... You talking of mother and Gregor? Owain, Gregor is very touch— ...Wait. Why does OUR blood rage and boil at drop of the hat? Lissa and Gregor not type to have such unruly fluids...
  • Owain: Well, yes, the part about my blood raging may have been for...dramatic effect.
  • Gregor: ...Wait, WHAT?
  • Owain: But the point is that I'm more proud of my bloodline than anything in the world. When I remember I'm your son, I feel unstoppable. Like I could do anything! And I didn't come all this way to have you die on me again! Do you understand me? From now on, we fight injustice together!
  • Gregor: ...Many thanks, Owain. But you carry more than just Gregor's blood! You've done many good things. Gregor and Lissa are so very 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!
  • Gregor: Heh. Well, it nice to see son is back to usual wacky 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?!
  • Gregor: We have battle to prepare for! Everyone else ready to march. If you are mad, be mad at self for losing track of time, yes?
  • Inigo: Oh, he he he... Whoops... All right, time to go trounce some enemies and find a village lass to reward my efforts!
  • Gregor: .....
  • Inigo: You're staring, Father. Is there something on my face?
  • Gregor: Gregor just wonder if Inigo is like this even in future.
  • Inigo: Depends on what you be by "like this," I suppose.
  • Gregor: For having come from apocalyptic hellscape devoid of hope, you are quite carefree. You worry only about whose bed you share tonight, yes? Lucina is real fighter! Worried for others! ...Is shame you not have that purpose.
  • Inigo: No purpose?! I'll have you know I'm EXTREMELY driven!
  • Gregor: Oh? Is true?
  • Inigo: Indeed! I will not rest until every woman in the realm swoons at just hearing my name!
  • Gregor: Inigo's purpose in life is to be popular with girl? You travel all the way across time just to be popular with lady?
  • Inigo: To be popular with ALL ladies. Genius, I know. But stop Father. You're making me blush.
  • Gregor: Gregor at loss for words...
  • Inigo: What? It never bothered you when Mother would blush in front of you!
  • Gregor: No, that is not... Oy! Where does Gregor even begin? Suddenly Gregor feeling very tired... He go on ahead, yes?
  • Inigo: ........Not a care in the world, huh? Not a thought in my head, he means! For being such a softy with everyone else, he sure doesn't pull any punches with me...

B SupportEdit

  • Inigo: Ow! This one's pretty bad. I can't go back to camp like this...
  • Gregor: Something is wrong? Everyone else has made with the heading back.
  • Inigo: F-Father?! Er, I just...thought I saw a cute milkmaid at the edge of the battlefield!
  • Gregor: You are worse liar than mother! Is 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!
  • Gregor: Is serious injury, Inigo! Why you no mention it earlier?
  • Inigo: What, and ruin my reputation? The ladies want Inigo the Invincible.
  • Gregor: ENOUGH!
  • Inigo: ...Father?
  • Gregor: You can barely walk, and still you think about girl?! Be serious for once! Why you travel back from future, Son? Lucina fight like bear, but you? ...Gregor is disappointed. Son has no idea what it mean to be at war.
  • Inigo: .....You don't know a damned thing! You're the oe who's clueless, Father!
  • Gregor: Gregor is confused.
  • 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?!
  • Gregor: Er, that was not-
  • 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!
  • Gregor: .....
  • 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.
  • Gregor: Inigo, wait. Gregor did not-
  • Inigo: That said, I do appreciate the concern... I'll get the leg looked at.
  • Gregor: ..... Gregor had no idea...

A SupportEdit

  • Gregor: Inigo? Gregor wish to speak with you.
  • Inigo: Hey, Father! Here, have a look! My leg's all healed, see?
  • Gregor: Ah, is good, yes? Very good.
  • Inigo: Thanks for making me get it looked at. ...And...I'm sorry to have worried you.
  • Gregor: No! Gregor is one who is sorry. He was...insensitive... You fight with strength of many men. Gregor have no right to criticize.
  • Inigo: Pfft, you still thinking about that? Ancient history. Plus...it was my fault, too.
  • Gregor: Still...
  • Inigo: Seriously, it's fine! Cheer up!
  • Gregor: Huh?
  • Inigo: You always seem so gloomy lately. Let's see a smile for once!
  • Gregor: Ah ha ha! Stop that! S-stop! Do not tickle Gregor! 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?
  • Gregor: ...Wait, that was purpose for coming back? To make Gregor happy?
  • Inigo: Well...yeah. You, and me, and everybody. The whole world, I guess. Anyway, I suppose I'm okay tell you that now.
  • Gregor: You can tell Gregor 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.
  • Gregor: Ho ho! You can stop kidding now. Gregor side hurt already, yes?
  • Inigo: Oh, I'm not kidding... All the stuff about the girls-it was never part of the act.
  • Gregor: That fine...in moderation, of course. You are strong lad, Inigo, and Gregor is very proud of you. But no one is invincible, and you should not pretend to be, yes? If something wrong, you come to Gregor. We figure out together.
  • Inigo: Father... I knew you loved me, but... Oh, thank you!
  • Gregor: Waugh! N-neck! Gregor's 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.
  • Gregor: And Gregor be damned as well 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.
  • Gregor: Um...
  • Brady: Well...? Whaddya waitin' for? A royal invitation? It's all set and ready to go—just the way ya like it.
  • Gregor: Uh, Brady?
  • Brady: Let's step it up, old-timer! Tea ain't gettin' any hotter!
  • Gregor: Oh, right. S-Sorry... *sip* ...But, Brady?
  • Brady: Yeah?
  • Gregor: Why we sip tea in middle of afternoon like rich man with many servants?
  • Brady: Whaddya mean? You do this every day. You never miss teatime.
  • Gregor: Er, Gregor enjoy cup of tea now and then, but "teatime"? Is new concept...
  • Brady: ...WHAT?! Ma told me to join ya in your daily tea ritual! Even gave detailed instructions! Wait... Did she make it all up?
  • Gregor: Gregor not even know what "tea ritual" means, so...most probably, yes.
  • Brady: That dirty... I bet she's laughing her head off right now!
  • Gregor: What other lies did she tell about Gregor? Come, spill the bean!
  • 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.
  • Gregor: Gregor's life become very strange as of late, yes?

B SupportEdit

  • Brady: Sorry about last time, old-timer.
  • Gregor: What, the tea? Do not make with the apologizing! Gregor was happy for chance to talk.
  • Brady: Well, good. But I still feel bad you wound up drinking alone. Anyway, I brought my violin by way of apologizin'.
  • Gregor: ...Sorry?
  • Brady: Yeah, exactly. I wanna say I'm sorry, and I heard that requires a violin performance.
  • Gregor: Is true? Gregor has not heard of this custom...
  • Brady: What, were ya born in a barn? Course it's true! 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.
  • Gregor: Brady, listen to Gregor. No one ever apologize to Gregor like that before. Not ever. Your mother is making the fun with you again, yes?
  • Brady: What, AGAIN?! Oh, that tears it! I'm gonna—
  • Gregor: Brady, wait.
  • Brady: What?!
  • Gregor: As long as you're here, let us enjoy nice chat and forget about Maribelle. After all, if not for her terrible lies, you probably not come visit Gregor, yes?
  • 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.
  • Gregor: Is wonderful! Come, pull up seat...

A SupportEdit

  • Brady: And then Ma pulls out that li'l umbrella of hers, and she says—
  • Gregor: Heh heh...
  • Brady: ...What are ya laughing for? I ain't even at the punchline yet.
  • Gregor: Gregor is just happy we are able to have nice chitchat like this. Gregor admit, when he first saw you, you seemed...very 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.
  • Gregor: You mean Brady from this time?
  • Brady: Yeah. I ain't your real son, anyway. I mean, not exactly.
  • Gregor: ...... Brady...
  • 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.
  • Gregor: Brady, you break poor Gregor's heart when you say such things. Gregor would never cast son aside like moldy sandwich. You are Gregor's friend, Brady. ...And his 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.
  • Gregor: Gregor could never forget you, Son. Gregor will remember you until day he die horrible death!
  • 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!
  • Gregor: Oy! Sounds like Gregor had better stay very much alive, then...

With Kjelle (Daughter)Edit

C SupportEdit

  • Kjelle: Are you free, Father? I could use a sparring partner.
  • Gregor: Gregor would love to...but...maybe not today...
  • Kjelle: Father, you're pale as a ghost! And sweating! What's wrong?!
  • Gregor: I-is nothing. Gregor is fine... Except for gut...
  • Kjelle: Are you injured? Who did this to you?! Give me a name, and I'll—
  • Gregor: B-breakfast...
  • Kjelle: ...Someone named "Breakfast"?
  • Gregor: N-no... Gregor eat breakfast...then...this happen... N-not just Gregor... Everyone in camp is...feeling like floor of barn... If you have not eaten...s-stay away...save yourself...
  • Kjelle: ......
  • Gregor: Hrrgh... Gregor thought Sully's cooking was horrible... Whoever made this is...is...
  • Kjelle: ...is your daughter.
  • Gregor: ...What? Is joke, yes?
  • Kjelle: I'm sorry, father. ...I thought it turned out so well.
  • Gregor: N-no! It was...good, yes! Do not...urrgh...do not blame self! Gregor is sure the...searing pain is...just coincidence... Ha ha...
  • Kjelle: You just said that everyone who ate it got sick! Oh, this is so embarrassing!
  • (Kjelle leaves)
  • Gregor: W-wait! Kjelle! C-come back! Don't go... Gregor will... Bluuurp! Uh-oh... H-here comes breakfast...

B SupportEdit

  • Kjelle: HAH! RRRAGH! YAAAH!
  • Gregor: Kjelle, you are making very hard with the training today.
  • Kjelle: If I can't do my share of the cooking, I'll have to do a larger share of the fighting.
  • Gregor: Oh, so...you will not be cooking again, yes?
  • 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!
  • Gregor: Yes, it was quite horrible. But no one is perfect, no? It was probably just crazy fluke. Gregor would like to try your cooking again.
  • Kjelle: NO!
  • Gregor: ...Oy?
  • 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.
  • Gregor: Now, now. It wasn't THAT bad.
  • Kjelle: I still remember the sound...that horrible sound... Dozens of people, all fa—
  • Gregor: All right! Do not remind Gregor! ...How about this. What if Gregor give you few pointer tips in kitchen? If we come up with tasty meal, Kjelle can share with everyone!
  • Kjelle: Hmm... All right, let's try it! ...And thanks.

A SupportEdit

  • Gregor: Mmm, the soup smells delicious! Good job. Gregor is sure everyone will be fighting each other for the tasting.
  • Kjelle: Thanks. I had a good teacher. I had no idea you knew so much about cooking!
  • Gregor: Gregor learn after marrying mother. Was either that or starve...
  • Kjelle: Ha! You two really get along so well, don't you?
  • Gregor: Gregor think so!
  • Kjelle: ...... ...Heh heh.
  • Gregor: 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.
  • Gregor: Kjelle...
  • Kjelle: But hey, enough of that. Didn't mean to get all misty. Let's dig in to this soup! *slurp*
  • Gregor: Kjelle is very strong girl, yes? She never ask for help... But if ever there is anything Gregor can do, you just ask.
  • Kjelle: Weeell... I guess one thing comes to mind, actually.
  • Gregor: What is?
  • Kjelle: Keep teaching me how to cook! This soup tastes like dishwater...
  • Gregor: *Slurp* ...Oy, it does.
  • Kjelle: Actually, I've had better dishwater...
  • Gregor: Right, then! Gregor show you how to cook food that taste like food.
  • Kjelle: That'd be plenty for me! Thanks!

With Severa (Daughter)Edit

C SupportEdit

  • Severa: Hey! I think it's time for Daddy-Daughter Day!
  • Gregor: 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!
  • Gregor: Ah, yes. Gregor should count blessing! So, then? Where do we go?
  • Severa: Into town! I spotted a whole line of the CUTEST dresses...
  • Gregor: Har har! Gregor often forget you are at age where you want pretty things.
  • Severa: Age? Hee hee! In this timeline, you're not THAT much older than I am, Daddy!
  • Gregor: Hmm... Is true, is true.
  • Severa: I bet most people seeing us side by side would think we were brother and sister.
  • Gregor: Hmm, yes... Kind of odd thought, when you think about 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?
  • Gregor: N-not at all! Darling child is made of utmost adorableness!
  • Severa: Aw, you mean it? Yay! That's so sweet! So okay! In town, there's this one dress I really, reeeally want! Would you hate me if I asked you to get it for me? Would Mother be mad?
  • Gregor: Gregor could never hate you, Severa. And he is sure mother will not mind. You are Gregor's daughter, yes? You can have anything you like!
  • Severa: Oh, thank you, Daddy! I love you so much!
  • Gregor: It is returned tenfold!
  • 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!
  • Gregor: ...Oy! Royal houses not have kind of money to shop in way you did.
  • Severa: Daddy, are you listening?
  • Gregor: What Y-yes, dear, Gregor always 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!
  • Gregor: Er...no. Sorry, child.
  • Severa: Huh? Why not? Did I do something wrong? Daddy, are you... Are you mad at me?
  • Gregor: Please, spare Gregor the eyes of puppy! No means no. We just bought you plenty.
  • Severa: FINE, then! FINE! I guess, I'll just wear RAGS! ...GAWDS!
  • Gregor: Oy, talk about attitude change... Now, look. Gregor not saying he won't buy you anything ever...
  • Severa: Oooooh, you're not?!
  • Gregor: Gregor just saying you have to earn it! If you help around camp with daily chores, Gregor treat you to something nice.
  • Severa: EXCUSE me? What is this—my allowance?! I'm not a child!
  • Gregor: No? Then please do not act like one. This is for own good, yes? Little hardship in youth makes with the character building!
  • Severa: I dealt with a LOT more than hardship back in the future, thank you!
  • Gregor: Well, decision is final. Gregor will not continue to just buy whatever daughter like. If you find something you want, you will have to work for it.
  • Severa: FINE! Whatever! ...I'll do your stupid chores. But I expect some SERIOUS returns, is that clear?!
  • Gregor: *Sigh* Gregor hope character start 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!
  • Gregor: 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.
  • Gregor: ... And what is huge 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...
  • Gregor: Gregor thinks you are 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.
  • Gregor: ......
  • Severa: ...Well? If you have something to say, just say it!
  • Gregor: Gregor not disappointed. In fact, he could not be happier daughter 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 think I don't measure up.
  • Gregor: You are own woman, Severa. Gregor would never compare to other! You are daughter and treasure, yes? And Gregor knows mother feels same.
  • Severa: Wha—?!
  • Gregor: Gregor will make with the standing behind you no matter what happens. So no more talk of being a disappointment! It make Gregor feel like failure as father.
  • Severa: What? No! Daddy, you didn't! *sniff* I'm sorry! I... I didn't... WAAAAAAAAAH...
  • Gregor: Oy, do not cry! You go through much, yes, but everything all right now. Gregor is sorry for saying you need more hardship. He know it has been hard... But he will do all he can to keep daughter from suffering again.And you HAVE been making with the daily chores, yes? So let's give reward!
  • 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!
  • Gregor: Gregor is not going anywhere, child. Is promise.

With Gerome (Son)Edit

C SupportEdit

  • Gregor: Hello, Gerome.
  • Gerome: What do you want?
  • Gregor: Is nothing in particular. Gregor just—
  • Gerome: Then why are you talking to me? I'm not here to make friends.
  • Gregor: Apparently not. But what about family?
  • Gerome: ......
  • Gregor: Gregor was thinking: we are father and son, yes? Perhaps we should start acting like it. Lucina call Chrom "Father," you know? Is good place for us to start.
  • Gerome: You may look like my father, but you are not the same man. My father is dead and gone. ...You are a stranger.
  • Gregor: Oy! Such words tear bear-sized hole in Gregor's sad heart. Gregor know that your true father is gone and that you must miss him muchly. ...So Gregor think: perhaps our relationship could help heal that wound for you.
  • Gerome: Then you are a fool.
  • Gregor: Oy! Mind your mouth, child! Gregor only make this offer out of sense of—
  • Gerome: This conversation is over. I have business elsewhere. I must feed and clean Minervykins before bedtime.
  • Gregor: ...Minervykins?
  • Gerome: Er, that is... I did not mean to... Bah! Your stupidity is contagious!
  • (Gerome leaves)
  • Gregor: *Sigh* That boy...

B SupportEdit

  • Gregor: Ah, Gerome! You have been taking care of Minervykins, yes?
  • Gerome: I did NOT call her that! The very idea is ludicrous! ...You must have misheard.
  • Gregor: Oy, is no need for such surliness. Cherche sometimes call her wyvern Minervykins, too. Gregor pick up habit.
  • Gerome: Oh... Er, right. I knew that.
  • Gregor: Heh heh, you are very adorable child when you are becoming flustered.
  • Gerome: ......
  • Gregor: All right, all right. No need for glaring. Just a little familial joking, yes? Gregor meant no offense...
  • Gerome: ...Apology accepted.
  • Gregor: Is appreciated. Though Gregor must say, seeing you this angry remind him very much of Cherche.
  • Gerome: What do you mean?
  • Gregor: Mmm? Oh, never the mind... Hey! Is that Gerome's Minerva over there?
  • Gerome: It is.
  • Gregor: Hmm, more intimidating than Cherche's... She seem 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!
  • Gregor: Gregor trick no one! You made with the saying all by yourself.
  • Gerome: That's it. I'm leaving. WE'RE leaving. ...Minerva, to me!
  • (Gerome leaves)
  • Gregor: Heh, Gregor was right. He is indeed adorable child when flustered...

A SupportEdit

  • Gregor: Hello, Gerome. Spending quality time with Minerva again, yes?
  • Gerome: ...Why do you insist on following me everywhere?
  • Gregor: You make Gregor sound like crazy stalker man! He just wanted to talk about relationship again. About being father and son... Now that Gregor have seen sensitive side, he thought we might—
  • Gerome: I have no sensitive side.
  • Gregor: Er, but Gregor heard you say Minerva is cutey-poo. The look of love that flitted across face was so tenderful and sincere, and—
  • Gerome: MINERVA, ATTACK! RIP HIS LYING MOUTH OFF HIS FAT, LYING FACE! ...... ...Er, Minerva?
  • Gregor: Minerva would never attack Gregor. Gregor is family! There, there, little Minerva. You remember Gregor, yes?
  • Gerome: M-Minerva? ...Do you truly consider this buffoon part of our family? ...... ...I see. Very well, Minerva. If that is your wish...
  • Gregor: What does Minerva say?
  • Gerome: Hmph. You claim to be part of the family, but you can't understand her?
  • Gregor: Um...Is acquired skill, you see.
  • 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.
  • Gregor: ...Did you just call Gregor Father?
  • Gerome: Don't get used to it. ...Minerva, to me! We're leaving!
  • Gregor: W-wait, Gerome! My son! Say it once more for Gregor!
  • Gerome: Bah, enough already!

With Morgan (Male) (Son)Edit

C SupportEdit

  • Morgan: Hmmm... 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.
  • Gregor: Hello, Morgan. What is up?
  • 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 paws 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!
  • Gregor: Hah! 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?
  • Gregor: Gregor would love to assist! After all—
  • Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! I'll start preparing. Oh, I can't wait to get started!
  • (Morgan leaves)
  • Gregor: Oy! That is...energetic boy...

B SupportEdit

  • Morgan: Father? Do you have a moment?
  • Gregor: Of course! Gregor always have moments for precious son.
  • 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?
  • Gregor: Maybe it best to hold off on the head smashing for now, yes? Why not try staring at Gregor for little while? Right into big, beautiful 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?"
  • Gregor: Er, right. Gregor think maybe it time to shelve memory project for today.
  • 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*
  • Gregor: Oy, oy! What is this crying? Please, Morgan. No more 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*
  • Gregor: Morgan...
  • Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry. I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-my head! ...Wha—?!
  • Gregor: What is the matter?
  • 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.
  • Gregor: Great! Take all time you need, boy. Gregor always be there for you, yes?
  • Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Dad.

With Yarne (Son)Edit

C SupportEdit

  • Yarne: ...... ......
  • Gregor: Yarne, why do you stare at Gregor so?
  • Yarne: I'm trying to read your face and find out if you're cheating on Mother.
  • Gregor: Wh-what?! Cheating? Gregor never do such thing! Gregor has been faithful to Panne since day of proposal!
  • Yarne: Oh, all right then... IF you're telling the truth...
  • Gregor: Why you think Gregor make with the cheating? Is someone spreading rumor?
  • 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?
  • Gregor: Gregor is... confused.
  • 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 chill down my spine. Brrrrrr...
  • Gregor: ...Hmm. You make decent point.
  • Yarne: So I'm going to be keeping a VERY close eye on you to make sure you toe the line!
  • Gregor: Now hold on 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!
  • (Yarne leaves)
  • Gregor: Oy, Gregor need this like he need hole in head...

B SupportEdit

  • Yarne: Ah. Hello, Father.
  • Gregor: What is wrong, Yarne? You look like dog stole your lunch.
  • Yarne: Thirteen yesterday, eight the day before. You know what I'm talking about?
  • Gregor: Um... The number of killing blows Gregor strike against puny 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!
  • Gregor:Yarne, please to be relaxing. Gregor was just being polite.
  • Yarne: It sounded like more than that to me! Remember, taguel have excellent hearing.
  • Gregor: Oy, Gregor know all about that... But please understand, Gregor must talk to fellow soldiers—men and women both. When in thick of the battle, it is important to know one's comrades, yes? What if someone said you could not talk to Lucina again? Hmm?
  • Yarne: ...Well, I guess that would be a problem.
  • Gregor: Is good you understand. But you must believe Gregor when he say he 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...
  • Gregor: ...Ah.
  • Yarne: ...Er, forget I said that. It doesn't matter. I won't spy on you anymore. But if you break another promise and cheat on Mother, I won't ever forgive you!
  • (Yarne leaves)
  • Gregor: ...Hmm, Gregor think he understand now. In Yarne's future, Gregor dies and becomes memory of broken promise...

A SupportEdit

  • Gregor: There you are, Yarne. Gregor was looking for you.
  • Yarne: What do you want, Father? I told you, I won't spy on you anymore.
  • Gregor: Gregor did not come to yell about spying. ...Gregor come to apologize. In bleak future, Gregor promised to come back and...didn't. He is sorry for this.
  • Yarne: What does it matter if YOU apologize?! It wasn't YOU who abandoned me! It was a different you from a different time!
  • Gregor: Gregor knows you are not his son. ...Not exactly, anyway.
  • Yarne: .......
  • Gregor: We are not just from different time, but from different versions of time. And yet Gregor think of you like family all the same. He hope to give you things that father in future could not. ...Er, that is what you want, yes?
  • 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.
  • Gregor: Yarne, what if Gregor make another promise? He swears by all he hold dear to survive and to never abandon wife and mother. Gregor love you both more than anything in this world. 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.
  • Gregor: Is 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?!
  • Gregor: Gregor appreciate thought, Yarne, but must you pet him like a dog,too?

With Laurent (Son)Edit

C SupportEdit

  • Laurent: This is yours, I presume, Father? I found it lying on the ground. Do try better to secure your belongings in the future.
  • Gregor: Bwa ha ha! Laurent, you sound just like mother.
  • Laurent: Naturally. She IS my mother.
  • Gregor: Gregor understand this, but still... You two are peas in pod, yes? Gregor often wonder if you inherit anything from him.
  • Laurent: Don't be absurd, Father. Of course I did.
  • Gregor: Oh? For the example?
  • Laurent: Like... the color of my hair.
  • Gregor: Er, perhaps, yes, but not exactly what Gregor was talking about. Anything more sizable? Do you enjoy bear wrestling and the clinking of coin?
  • Laurent: Hmm, no. My bearing in that respect is profoundly normal. Very much to my relief, if I might be perfectly frank.
  • Gregor: Oy, see what Gregor mean? Always with the serious... You should try loosen up a little. Maybe act more like 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.
  • Gregor: Eh? Older than Lucina? How is this possible? Lucina already born here, but mother and Gregor still not give birth to you.
  • Laurent: I... I fear I've no more time to chat today. Now, if you'll excuse me.
  • (Laurent leaves)
  • Gregor: Laurent, wait! Gregor still have many questions!

B SupportEdit

  • Gregor: Hello, Laurent.
  • Laurent: Father. How may I help you?
  • Gregor: Gregor has been thinking about how you are older than Lucina... He...does not understand. Very confusing, yes?
  • 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.
  • Gregor: Oy! That much difference between when you and Lucina arrive?
  • 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.
  • Gregor: You have been living in this era five years, all by lonesome...?
  • 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...
  • Gregor: Laurent, wait! Why did you not make with the telling of this sad tale before? Being cut off for five years is long time. Must have been very lonely...
  • Laurent: As I've said time and again, I am a grown man. ...I managed fine on my own.
  • (Laurent leaves)
  • Gregor: Laurent...

A SupportEdit

  • Gregor: Laurent.
  • Laurent: More questions, Father? I thought I was quite clear before.
  • Gregor: You were, But today is different. Because today... Coochy coochy coo!
  • Laurent: Gah! Ah ha! Ah ha ha ha! S-stop that! F-Father, have you gone mad?!
  • Gregor: Ah-hah! So you CAN smile!
  • Laurent: I beg your pardon?!
  • Gregor: Laurent always so bent on being serious, proper grown-up. Gregor worry you put too much pressure on self.
  • Laurent: For the last time, I am not a child!
  • Gregor: Age is not issue here, my boy. Makes no difference if you are older than Lucina or even older than Gregor! You are still child. Gregor's child. ...Gregor's son.
  • Laurent: Er, I...
  • Gregor: And you are not alone anymore, so no more isolating yourself. You have friends and you have Gregor. Honestly, what else does man need?
  • 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 minuscule my chances were... I had no one to help me. No one to lend an ear to my despair. It was...awful. Many nights, I thought I'd die alone. That the pain would kill me, or...
  • Gregor: Laurent... Gregor feels much shame that he was not able to find you earlier. But know this: Gregor will never leave your side again.

With Noire (Daughter)Edit

C SupportEdit

  • Noire: *Sniff* *sniffle*
  • Gregor: Noire? What is wrong? Why do you make with the crying?
  • Noire: *Sniff* I'm not... Mother cursed me to have a *sniff* runny nose for three days straight.
  • Gregor: Oy! What a horrible night to have a curse, yes?
  • Noire: It's nothing new. *sniffle* Mother is always trying out some new spell or another. Every time she comes up with one, she *sniffle* uses me as her guinea pig.
  • Gregor: Poor child... Here, take Gregor's handkerchief.
  • Noire: Th-thank you...*HOOONK!*
  • Gregor: Gregor cannot let you suffer like this for three whole days... He will go talk with mother and fix situation.
  • 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.
  • Gregor: Oy! Future Gregor sound like pathetic man-child!
  • Noire: ...Yep. *sniff*
  • Gregor: But that was different Gregor, yes? THIS Gregor much more dependingable!
  • Noire: Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really can be different this time around. *sniiff*

B SupportEdit

  • Gregor: *Sniff* Gregor is sorry, Noire... Plan was big failure... *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.
  • Gregor: G-Gregor not crying! *sniff* Gregor hit with five-day runny-nose curse...
  • Noire: Just like before...
  • Gregor: Oy... You did say this how it played out in bleak, terrible future... *sniff* But look on brightest side—at least hex is broken now, yes? *sniffle*
  • Noire: Yep, juuust like before. You'd always come to my rescue by taking on Mother's curses yourself.
  • Gregor: Perhaps 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...
  • Gregor: 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*
  • Gregor: *Sniff* Oy, do not cry, pumpkin.
  • Noire: FOOL! THESE ARE NO TEARS!
  • Gregor: Er...pumpkin?
  • 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!
  • Gregor: Oy! Why you make with the yelling and the screaming and so forth?!
  • Noire: *Ahem* ...I'm sorry, Father. I think I need to step out and clear my head...
  • Gregor: Noire, wait! Is no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*

A SupportEdit

  • Gregor: Hello , Noire. You have moment, yes?
  • Noire: Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?
  • Gregor: Here, have a look.
  • Noire: ...Eeeek! M-Mother's cursing implements! Gods, there's so many... Father, what are you planning to do to me?
  • Gregor: Ho ho! Nothing to Noire, of course. Gregor take these from mother so she not put weird hex on you again.
  • Noire: You...you took away Mother's tools? But...you never did anything like this before...
  • Gregor: You said we could change nothing, yes? That we are bounded by the fate. But if Gregor do something future Gregor could not, then fate have no hold on life.
  • Noire: Hmm... I guess that's true. The father I knew wouldn't even get near these tools, let alone take them.
  • Gregor: Gregor only change because pumpkin came back to him. Together, we can change anything. All of us—you, me, mother...everyone!
  • Noire: Just please don't ever leave me again.
  • Gregor: Nothing will take Gregor away from you again. Not even death.
  • Noire: That's...a little much, perhaps? But thanks.
  • Gregor: Hmm... Gregor suddenly have strange feeling... Like fury rising from shadows... Is Risen ambush? No... Bears? Is bears? No... Urk! Is your mother! And she is FURIOUS!
  • Noire: She must have realized you took all her toys.
  • Gregor: Oy, this bad. Gregor best flee before testing "not even death" promise... Bye for now, Noire! Much love!
  • 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 doesn't have a care in the world!
  • Gregor: What is wrong, Nah? You seem to be in foul 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.
  • Gregor: Strange. Gregor was just thinking how you two are alike in many ways... But no, mother is not annoying. She is mother. Gregor not 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!
  • Gregor: Well...
  • 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—
  • Gregor: What?! D-Don't be silly! Gregor knew just what he was getting into!
  • Nah: Oh? That's quite a protest there... I guessed right, didn't I?
  • Gregor: Not even close. Gregor find Nowi, how you say, charming? ...That is word, yes?
  • Nah: You know what, Father? I don't believe you one bit. Come now, spit it out. Why DID you marry her?
  • Gregor: Enough! You should not speak of mother in such ways.
  • (Gregor 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.
  • Gregor: You are very persistent, Nah, but previous discussion is over. Gregor not going into detail for choosing of Nowi, and that is last straw on camel!
  • 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!
  • Gregor: Heh, you are too young to understand about "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...
  • Gregor: Nah, Gregor see what you are trying to do. But don't forget, Gregor IS your father. If you keep up, Gregor WILL get upset, and Gregor WILL punish you...
  • Nah: Eep! S-sorry, Father. I didn't mean to make you angry... I swear.
  • Gregor: Very well, then... Gregor accepts apology.
  • Nah: I've been selfish and unreasonable. Please find it in yourself to forgive me.
  • Gregor: Yes, of course. But—
  • Nah: I guess I've wasted enough of your time. I'll just be...going now.
  • (Nah leaves)
  • Gregor: Nah, wait.
  • (Nah returns)
  • Nah: Yes?
  • Gregor: You seem like crest has fallen... 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...
  • Gregor: Um, yes, well... See, it 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)
  • Gregor: B-b-but... ...Oy, is this what Gregor must look forward to for next decade?

A SupportEdit

  • Gregor: Nah...
  • Nah: Why, hello, Father. What can I do for you?
  • Gregor: About other day, when you said you were used to disappointment... Gregor is confused by this, yes?
  • Nah: Oh, that... I was talking about growing up in my foster home.
  • Gregor: Wait, you mean Nowi was not 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.
  • Gregor: Do not say such things.
  • Nah: I soon learned that I'd have to work hard to fit in and survive in my new home. I did chores before I was asked. I helped defend the house from marauding Risen. I thought that if I could make myself useful, they would stop...hating me. I mean, how could they resent a child that always helped and never asked for anything? But they never accepted me... I just learned to deal with disappointment. I had no friends. No one to talk to. ...I was utterly alone. And I never once mentioned how much I missed my father and mother. *Sniff* I...I didn't even ask...when...when would they come back for me...
  • Gregor: ...Nah...
  • Nah: Wh-when I arrived here, I wanted to find out everything I could about them. *sniff* Th-that's why I keep asking so many questions and making you angry...
  • Gregor: ...Gregor is sorry, Nah. He has been blind all this time, yes? Gregor tell any story you want to know about mother. Even how we fall in love... And if you ever make with the sadness, Gregor will be right here by side. Long as he around, you will never be lonely again.
  • Nah: T-truly? Do you really mean it?! Oh, thank you, Father!
  • Gregor: Think nothing of it. Now tell Gregor what 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!
  • Gregor: Oy... Is tall order, but very well. As you know, Nowi always look young, and...

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