Robin: Henry? What are you doing? ...Why are you all hunched over? Are you unwell? Is your stomach... Oh, gods, are you hurt?! Somebody, HELP! Henry's been—
Henry: Hey-o, Robin! What's all the ruckus?
Robin: Wait, you're...okay? You were all crouched down and quiet... I thought you were wracked with pain.
Henry: Nya ha ha! Nope! I'm completely fine.
Robin: Ah, well, that's a relief... But, then, what were you doing?
Henry: Guess I was having way too much fun playing with this to notice you come in...
Robin: What is it, some kind of—AAAAAAAAH!
Henry: Don't worry. It's perfectly safe! *poke, poke* See? Dead as a doornail.
Robin: An arm?! A disembodied Risen arm?! Ew... Did you bring it back from the battlefield?
Henry: Yep. I was interested in seeing what makes them tick. I thought I'd perform a little dissection and get some "inside" information. Hey, why don't you examine it with me? Maybe we can discover some new weaknesses!
Robin: Ugh! D-don't wave that thing in my face! I don't want it anywhere near me.
Henry: Suit yourself! Now where did I put that finger...?
Robin: Henry, what are you drawing in the soil? A magic sigil? Do you mind me asking what it's for? I must say it looks rather sinister...
Henry: Aw, Robin, you worry too much. It isn't sinister at all! Not one bit! I'm just going to use it to summon an army of Risen.
Robin: Wh-what?!
Henry: If I get it to work, we can have them all fight on our behalf! Then we can sip tea for the rest of the war and collect the accolades once it's over.
Robin: Well I understand the idea in theory. It could reduce casualties on our side... But there is one slight problem... Have you given any thought to how you'll control these soulless warriors?
Henry: Oh, they can't be controlled. You just let them loose to attack anything that moves. But we'll be safe so long as I draw the sigils far enough away from camp.
Robin: WE might be safe, but won't they turn on local villages, wreaking death and mayhem?
Henry: Yeah, probably. Would be surprising if they didn't, actually. Still, we'd win the battle.
Robin: Unacceptable. We cannot sacrifice innocent lives for the sake of victory.
Henry: See, now you're just not thinking logically. We've killed countless people in this war—what's a few more souls on the ledger?
Robin: Those deaths were necessary. We had to kill our foes or be killed ourselves. But killing the enemy isn't the same as sacrificing innocents for victory.
Henry: Seems like an arbitrary line to me... But all right. You're the tactician! No more unholy summoning sigils.
Robin: Good.
A Support[]
Robin: Henry, I wanted to congratulate you on that last battle.
Henry: Oh?
Robin: Yes. Especially when those Risen appeared out of nowhere. You placed the village at your back, even though it was tactically disadvantageous. By holding the line, you saved the lives of countless civilians.
Henry: Yeah, well, you said we shouldn't sacrifice innocents to win a battle.
Robin: I know what I said, but I was surprised you'd taken it to heart.
Henry: Heh, I just do what I'm told.
Robin: I didn't realize you were so obedient and...conscientious.
Henry: Heck, I always obey orders! Well, except for stupid ones like "don't fight the enemy". If someone tried to tell me that, I'd cut 'em in half and feed them to the crows!
Robin: I...see... Well! We wouldn't want that happening to me, eh? Ha ha! ...Ha.
Henry: Hey, you're looking a little pale and sweaty there. Everything okay?
Robin: Oh, n-never mind that! I have another task for you. Would you help me organize my library of strategy books? I've accumulated so many recently, I just can't keep track of them.
Robin: Henry? What are you doing? ...Why are you all hunched over? Are you unwell? Is your stomach... Oh, gods, are you hurt?! Somebody, HELP! Henry's been—
Henry: Hey-o, Robin! What's all the ruckus?
Robin: Wait, you're...okay? You were all crouched down and quiet... I thought you were wracked with pain.
Henry: Nya ha ha! Nope! I'm completely fine.
Robin: Ah, well, that's a relief... But, then, what were you doing?
Henry: Guess I was having way too much fun playing with this to notice you come in...
Robin: What is it, some kind of—AAAAAAAAH!
Henry: Don't worry. It's perfectly safe! *poke, poke* See? Dead as a doornail.
Robin: An arm?! A disembodied Risen arm?! Ew... Did you bring it back from the battlefield?
Henry: Yep. I was interested in seeing what makes them tick. I thought I'd perform a little dissection and get some "inside" information. Hey, why don't you examine it with me? Maybe we can discover some new weaknesses!
Robin: Ugh! D-don't wave that thing in my face! I don't want it anywhere near me.
Henry: Suit yourself! Now where did I put that finger...?
Robin: Henry, what are you drawing in the soil? A magic sigil? Do you mind me asking what it's for? I must say it looks rather sinister...
Henry: Aw, Robin, you worry too much. It isn't sinister at all! Not one bit! I'm just going to use it to summon an army of Risen.
Robin: Wh-what?!
Henry: If I get it to work, we can have them all fight on our behalf! Then we can sip tea for the rest of the war and collect the accolades once it's over.
Robin: Well I understand the idea in theory. It could reduce casualties on our side... But there is one slight problem... Have you given any thought to how you'll control these soulless warriors?
Henry: Oh, they can't be controlled. You just let them loose to attack anything that moves. But we'll be safe so long as I draw the sigils far enough away from camp.
Robin: WE might be safe, but won't they turn on local villages, wreaking death and mayhem?
Henry: Yeah, probably. Would be surprising if they didn't, actually. Still, we'd win the battle.
Robin: Unacceptable. We cannot sacrifice innocent lives for the sake of victory.
Henry: See, now you're just not thinking logically. We've killed countless people in this war—what's a few more souls on the ledger?
Robin: Those deaths were necessary. We had to kill our foes or be killed ourselves. But killing the enemy isn't the same as sacrificing innocents for victory.
Henry: Seems like an arbitrary line to me... But all right. You're the tactician! No more unholy summoning sigils.
Robin: Good.
A Support[]
Robin: Henry, I wanted to congratulate you on that last battle.
Henry: Oh?
Robin: Yes. Especially when those Risen appeared out of nowhere. You placed the village at your back, even though it was tactically disadvantageous. By holding the line, you saved the lives of countless civilians.
Henry: Yeah, well, you said we shouldn't sacrifice innocents to win a battle.
Robin: I know what I said, but I was surprised you'd taken it to heart.
Henry: Heh, I just do what I'm told.
Robin: I didn't realize you were so obedient and...conscientious.
Henry: Heck, I always obey orders! Well, except for stupid ones like "don't fight the enemy." If someone tried to tell me that, I'd cut 'em in half and feed them to the crows!
Robin: I...see... Well! We wouldn't want that happening to me, eh? Ha ha! ...Ha.
Henry: Hey, you're looking a little pale and sweaty there. Everything okay?
Robin: Oh, n-never mind that! I have another task for you. Would you help me organize my library of strategy books? I've accumulated so many recently, I just can't keep track of them.
Henry: You got it!
S Support[]
Henry: Hey, Robin. I'm done mending those tents! What should I do next?
Robin: Well, let's see. You've sorted my books, swept the floor, checked the weapons... I do believe that's absolutely everything. Thank you so much for the help.
Henry: Yeah, okay... But what should I do now?
Robin: Well, I guess you're free to go and do whatever you want.
Henry: Oh, really? In that case, I'll stay right here and hang out with you.
Robin: Um, you will?
Henry: It's fun being around you, Robin. And I especially love doing your chores.
Robin: Ha! Well, I enjoy your company, too, Henry.
Henry: ...But when I say it's "fun" being with you, I mean it's...kind of special.
Robin: Huh? I'm confused, Henry. It's not like you to be so oblique.
Henry: Nya ha! I know, right? What's got into me? Here, this is what I'm talking about...
Robin: You're giving me a ring? ...A very sinister-looking ring?
Henry: Oh, don't mind the skulls and snakes carved in it. It's not cursed or anything. I could never curse anyone I liked as much as I like you... It's an engagement ring that I picked out special. I want us to get married!
Robin: This is...unexpected.
Henry: Nya ha! You didn't think I'd do something like this without someone ordering me, huh? But it's abso-tively posi-lutely my own idea. So what do you say?
Robin: I accept, Henry. I accept wholeheartedly. You may not have cursed me, but I seem to have fallen under your spell...
Henry: Yes!
Robin: But you must promise me we'll be together forever.
Henry: Oh, you can count on me. I always do as I'm told!
Henry: I'll love you with every ounce of my blood, until I die. Ooh...when do you think that'll be?
Henry: You getting enough sleep, Lissa? You look pretty bushed.
Lissa: No, not nearly enough! I'm exhausted!
Henry: If you don't rest up before a battle, you might find yourself resting up in a grave.
Lissa: I know, it's just... I keep lying in bed thinking about fighting the next fight. And then I think about Emm, and about... Argh! It's all too much! I'm sick of all this stupid grief and mourning! And I'm tired of people dying! I don't even want our ENEMIES to die anymore, Henry. I'm just...tired.
Henry: That does seem like a problem. War is killing and death, ya know? Keeping the people you care about alive means making the other guy dead.
Lissa: My head knows that, but my heart is still having a hard time. I wish I was as tough as you, Henry. These sleepless nights are killing me...
Henry: Well then, lemme help you! Give me a little time and I'll have you sleeping like a baby.
Lissa: Oh, wow. I'd give anything for one night of pure, dreamless sleep.
Henry: Nya ha ha! Just leave it to ol' Henry!
B Support[]
Henry: So, did you get over your insomnia, Lissa?
Lissa: Yep! As soon as I close my eyes, I'm out like a candle. I don't know what changed, but I'm super glad it did!
Henry: Nya ha ha! Just a little touch of Henry's Super Sleepy-Time Magic! ...The nonlethal version.
Lissa: Really? That was you? Aw, thank you, Henry.
Henry: Always happy to lend a helping curse!
Lissa: I suppose it WOULD be a curse, huh? That can't be healthy, long term... And what do you have to do to set it up? Some kind of weird ceremony?
Henry: Oh, it's not so much trouble, really... Hardest part is probably finding fresh sacrifices every time.
Lissa: ...Sacrifices?
Henry: Yup! I usually just use birds or something.
Lissa: STOP! You can't go robbing poor little birdies of their lives for something like this! I'd rather go sleepless than live with that sort of guilt!
Henry: First you don't want any allies or enemies to die, and now BIRDIES are off the table? ...You're a strange one, Lissa.
Lissa: I'M the strange one?! You're one to talk! Look, I'll find a solution on my own, no cute creature deaths required! So no more curses! Got it?!
Henry: As you please!
A Support[]
Henry: Wow. You look pretty wobbly there, Lissa. Still having trouble in slumberland?
Lissa: *Yaaawn* Yes! And the more I worry over it, the worse it gets.
Henry: You're suuuuuuuure you don't want me to grant you a little curse or two? You'll run yourself ragged at this rate. You need your rest!
Lissa: Thanks anyway, Henry. It really is sweet of you to keep offering.
Henry: Nya ha ha! Me? Sweet? That's a new one. Besides, you're the one who's always concerned about people dying and stuff. I don't know how you do it, honestly. I couldn't go a week!
Lissa: Heh heh, thanks. You're making me blush... Or...maybe just...dizzy?
Henry: Ack! Lissa!
Lissa: S-sorry... Kind of lost my balance there... Thanks for catching me, Henry.
Henry: Easy peasy. Any time!
Lissa: Mmm... You're so warm. It's nice... Relaxing... Zzzzzzz...
Henry: Um, Lissa? Nya ha! Guess I'm not going anywhere for a little while. You're pretty warm, yourself. Now I'm... *yaaawn* I'm getting all sleepy, too...
S Support[]
Lissa: Hey, Henry?
Henry: Hey-o! Need your human pillow again?
Lissa: Tee hee! If you don't mind?
Henry: Course I don't!
Lissa: Mmm, you're always so warm and cozy... Thanks for putting up with this all the time...
Henry: Hey, it feels pretty nice for me, too. Any excuse to be closer to you...
Lissa: W-wait, are you saying...
Henry: I am! Let's get married! Nya ha ha!
Lissa: But...
Henry: What, you don't want to? I thought we were both on the same page here!
Lissa: N-no! It's not that I don't want to! I mean, I really care about you... It's just... I don't know, you tossed it out there so casually. You didn't even ask! Maybe you could set the mood first?
Henry: I'm not much of a mood guy, I'm afraid, unless we're talking gruesome bloodshed... Well, how about this: I did get you a ring! Will that work?
Lissa: Aww... That'll work just fine.
Henry: All right! Here you go, then...
Lissa: Oh, thank you, Henry. I look forward to a lifetime's worth of sweet dreams with you!
Henry: ...Aw, man. I knew I shouldn't have come here.
Frederick: What did you say?!
Henry: Oh, nothing. But I suppose a bit of practice won't hurt.
A Support[]
Frederick: Ah, Henry. Have you come to join me in training again?
Henry: Yeah, I was kinda bored, so why not?
Frederick: You feign nonchalance, yet you attended every one of our training sessions recently.
Henry: Yeah, I know. It's funny, but I'm actually starting to enjoy it! ...Sort of.
Frederick: Listen close, Henry. I have something I would tell you...
Henry: Yes?
Frederick: *Sniff* Wh-when you say that, it fills my heart with happiness!
Henry: H-hey, Frederick! Easy with the bear hugs! These little bones might snap like... Oh, whoa! Are you CRYING?!
Frederick: Tears of joy, my young friend! For at last you are a devoted and committed soldier!
Henry: I always WAS!
Frederick: Continue this hard work, and you will win the respect and praise of everyone in the army.
Henry: You really think people notice what I do around here? 'Cause I doubt it. I mean, what kind of things do they say about me now?
Frederick: I'm sure if we were to ask Chrom, he'd say you are his most trusted lieutenant. You are the hope of the future and the greatest prospect this army has.
Henry: Nya ha ha! If you lay it on any thicker, I'll be smothered to death! But I'm not training to make myself look good in front of my comrades, you know?
Frederick: Then why, pray tell?
Henry: Well, because the more I practice, the more stuff I'm able to do. I like being good at lots of things.
Frederick: And that's sufficient motivation to put yourself through this torture?
Henry: It's not torture! It's fun! Now I can sneak up behind foes really easily, and my curses work better, too.
Frederick: I-I see. I'm glad you enjoy it...when I find it so...difficult.
Henry: I can't believe anyone ever complains about training. What's so hard about it?
Frederick: Perhaps if you train enough, you will learn the meaning of work and self-sacrifice. Come then! Let us grow strong together!
Henry: Hey, sure! I've got nothing else going on today.
Sully: Just wanted to chat, if you have a second. I'm still not completely sure how we wound up with a Plegian mage in our camp. Er, but don't get me wrong! I'm happy you're slinging spells from our side.
Henry: Happy to help! Just point me at the enemy, and I'll curse 'em to gooey bits. Pchew pchew pchew! Nya ha ha!
Sully: ...Right. You specialize in that dark-magic stuff, don't you? So, what's the deal? Can you really take an enemy out with just a curse?
Henry: Yep! Sure can. Just takes a liiittle bit of time and planning. What about you? Ever curse anybody?
Sully: A knight is honor bound to face her enemy in fair and honest combat. I would never resort to such dirty, underhanded means! Hmm... But the enemy might... Say, Henry? I got a favor to ask. I need you to slap a curse on me sometime. No big deal, whatever's easiest.
Henry: Absolutely! I'll need a pound of flesh, seven fingernails, and your left kidney. Nya ha ha! I jest. A single hair will do just fine.
Sully: *Pluck* Here ya go.
Henry: Yay! I'll start working on this little guy so we can get you all cursed up.
Henry: Oh! Oh, oh, oh. It looks like sooomeone got cursed! Yaaay!
Sully: Hngh... H-Henry?
Henry: Nya ha ha! One tailor-made curse, just as requested. I finally got one to take. And it was no easy task, you big overachiever, you!
Sully: C-call it off... P-please...
Henry: What, already?
Sully: Grkk... HURRY!
Henry: You got it. *Mumble, mumble* *hiss* ...All done!
Sully: *Cough* Whew... It felt like I was dying.
Henry: That's 'cause you WERE! ...You totally still had five or six solid minutes left, though.
Sully: The curse was fatal?!
Henry: Well, it wasn't going to be at first, but it turns out you've got buckets of willpower. Like I said, none of the little ones took. So I had to bump the stakes up a teensy bit. Hope ya don't mind!
Sully: You're crazy! But I'm even crazier for having asked for the damn thing... So wait a second. What do you mean about the first curses not taking? Does that have to do with strength or willpower or something?
Henry: Yep yep! That's it, all right. I can curse till I'm blue in the face, but if their will's stronger than mine? Pbbt.
Sully: Which means that you were eventually able to overcome my will... Thanks, Henry. I think I've got more training to do than I thought.
Henry: Aw, don't fret! You're the toughest nut I ever cracked, and I've cracked a lot. Hey, you wanna go again? I've got the cutest little death altar all set up...
Sully: I'll let you know.
A Support[]
Sully: Hyaaa! ...HAH!
Henry: *Grunt* Yeow!
Sully: Oh, crap! Henry! Sorry about that! I didn't mean to hit you! Are you hurt? I didn't see you there.
Henry: Aw, shucks. Just a little elbow to the face! No harm done. No sense crying over a bloody nose. Nya ha ha! ...Ooh, blood.
Sully: You know, I can't remember seeing you get upset. Not even a little.
Henry: I can't remember BEING upset. Folks here are so nice, and even bad guys are pretty great when they splatter. When life gives ya lemons, use 'em to ward off scurvy. That's what I say!
Sully: No anger, no frustration, an unusually upbeat attitude... I'm starting to see how you beat me in the willpower department. I've got all kinds of anger and frustration flying around. It's tough to keep 'em in check.
Henry: Aw, you're going to make me blush. I'm nothing special.
Sully: I think it's your humility that I envy the most, actually. I feel like I'm always in a desperate struggle against my own pride.
Henry: Yeah, but you're a knight, right? You kind of HAVE to be prideful. You've got goals and focus and honor and stuff. Can't have that without pride. I think that's super great, myself! I've never had anything like that.
Sully: ...Heh. Thanks, Henry.
S Support[]
Sully: Grrrah! ...YAH!
Henry: Training again? I'll keep my distance this time.
Sully: I've got a long ways to go if I hope to stave off your curses.
Henry: Does building an iron body make your will stronger too?
Sully: Ability honed through training gives me confidence, which in turn grants willpower. At least, that's the plan.
Henry: Sounds like a good one to me!
Sully: You know, I was really shaken up when you were able to curse me. At first I thought I was just bitter, but I'm not sure anymore. I think there's another reason you always overwhelm me...
Henry: Nya ha ha! Guess you better do with a few more reps then, huh?
Sully: Ha! An iron will won't help with this.
Henry: Aw, Sully. You're getting all mushy on me, aren't you?
Sully: No, it's just... Well, yes, actually. Kind of. Look, you're always cheerful and confident, and that appeals to me. All right?
Henry: Oh, wow! That's great. Because I think you're pretty special too. So is now a good time to skip on down to the market for a ring?
Sully: ......
Henry: Hey, tomorrow works if that's better. Wait, did I say something wrong?
Sully: Is there NOTHING that can faze you? I just proposed, and you didn't even flinch. I'll just have to train harder than I thought if I want to get the drop on you.
Henry: The fighting kind of training, or the loooooove kind?
Sully: Oh, your eyes are gonna bug out when you see what I've got planned.
Henry: Really? I made a pegasus knight's eyes do that once. I drew pictures! Wanna see?
Miriel: Many thanks for your fortuitous assistance the other day.
Henry: Nya ha ha! No problem! But talk about your strange days! When I saw that big snake on your hat, I thought he was a pet.
Miriel: The shade under the tree was pleasant, and my book terribly absorbing. Therefore, I failed to notice when the creature undulated down to my position.
Henry: Good thing I came along when I did, or he'd have chomped your face but good.
Miriel: An ophidian of that size is not capable of "chomping a face." However, I am curious how you managed to dispatch the creature. You did not clasp it in your hand, nor cast any spell I could fathom.
Henry: It was a curse. If I'd used a tome spell, you'd have been in the line of fire, too.
Miriel: A curse? Ah, yes. Dark thaumaturgy not based on this world's elemental forms. I would like to study this skillset further, if I may.
Henry: Why? Do you have someone you want to curse?
Miriel: I'm interested in how such hexes are conjured and the theory behind them.
Henry: You always have to know exactly how things work, huh? Want a demonstration? I could turn Robin into a toad or something.
Miriel: No. The experiment is not of such import that our comrades need be imperiled.
Henry: But it wouldn't be forever! Just a few days at the most.
Miriel: If we were suddenly called to battle, a toad tactician would be most disadvantageous.
Henry: Oh yeah. I hadn't thought about that. Well, maybe I could cast a different kind of hex.
Miriel: So long as the risk is within acceptable parameters.
B Support[]
Henry: I'm sorry, Miriel. But I can't show you any more curses.
Miriel: How disappointing. My research is nearly ready for peer review.
Henry: Yeah, well, Robin got mad at me. He/She said I'm not allowed to randomly curse people anymore. Pfft.
Miriel: Fortunately, I've already collected enough data to posit a tentative theory of hexing.
Henry: You have? That's great! I cast hexes all the time, and I've never come up with ONE theory about them.
Miriel: Hex casting is the art of unleashing magic through a series of movements. It is the ritual that grants efficacy, rather than tomes or staves.
Henry: Well, yeah, sure. I just never thought it was all that exciting.
Miriel: Even more fascinating is the extent of your own thaumaturgic energy. If my calculations are correct, you are able to release huge quantities of magical force.
Henry: Nya ha ha! Oh, stop it, Miriel! You'll make me blush. Although it's pretty much true. When it comes to hexing folks, I'm the master. Why, this one time at mage camp, I killed 100 people with one curse!
Miriel: I am not privy to the location of this "mage camp." And when exactly did this catastrophe take place?
Henry: Er, I don't remember when. ...Or where exactly. But it totally could have happened.
Miriel: In any case, I am most anxious to investigate the extent of your powers. Will you permit me to carry out additional tests and observations?
Henry: Sure! You can watch me in action for as long as you like.
A Support[]
Henry: *Sigh* Aw, dang it. Failed again! This is harder than I thought.
Miriel: You seem vexed, Henry. Is something amiss?
Henry: Well, you know that town we passed through a few days ago? I saw a pregnant lady on the main street with a load of cheese and fruit in her arms. She looked pretty tired and worn out, so I stopped to help her carry her wares.
Miriel: I am told perturiency can indeed be a most trying experience.
Henry: Right?! Anyway, the more I thought about it, the more I realized pregnancy is dumb. So I'm planning to help the mothers of the world by inventing a special curse. I'm gonna create a hex that conjures new kids right out of thin air!
Miriel: Fascinating.
Henry: So if the curse is going to work, I need a ritual that can generate new life force. But I can't find even one. Who knew it would be so hard, when killing is so easy?
Miriel: The process of creating life is imbued with mystery and wonder. Many wise sages have tried to fathom the secret without success.
Henry: Gosh. If you and the old wise men don't know how it's done, what hope do I have?
Miriel: I would say the odds are remote indeed. Still, with so much as yet unknown, it may prove an intriguing field of study.
Henry: Say, if you're as curious as me, why don't we study it together?
Miriel: A most meritorious suggestion.
S Support[]
Henry: Hello, Miriel. How's your research into the whole life-creation thing coming along?
Miriel: Poorly. It appears this is one mystery that will not easily surrender its secrets.
Henry: Yeah, I haven't had much luck myself. Except for one idea...
Miriel: Please, enlighten me.
Henry: Chrom married a woman and had a child, right? So I was thinking you and me could marry and...you know, see what happens.
Miriel: Fascinating... By experiencing the creation of life firsthand, we might learn to replicate it. That kind of immersion research could lend itself to a substantial breakthrough. But are you willing to engage in such a long-term endeavor?
Henry: Sure! I think you're the bee's knees!
Miriel: I find that term difficult to quantify.
Henry: Well, how's this? I'm completely smitten with you. Research or not, I know I want to spend my life with you. So how about it? Do you feel the same way?
Miriel: I have noticed clammy skin and increased heart palpitations in your presence of life.
Henry: That sounds like a yes to me! ...Oh, and here. Take this.
Miriel: Ah, A ring.
Henry: If you wear it, it means we're promised to each other forever and ever!
Miriel: ...Fascinating. The palpitations have returned.
Henry: Well, if you're happy, then I'm thrilled! And even if our experiment with creating life doesn't pan out, I'm okay with that.
Miriel: I see no reason to abandon the research because of an espousal.
Henry: Hey-o, Sumia! What's shaking? I heard some almighty smash over here!
Sumia: I was carrying this huge stack of bowls, and I tripped on...well, something, and—
Henry: Nya ha ha! Looked at all the smashed crockery! That's hilarious!
Sumia: Ugh! What am I going to do? How is everyone going to eat?! I can't just pour the soup in a trough and make them share! Or maybe I could...?
Henry: Hey, no need for the soup buffet. I can fix the bowls.
Sumia: Really? But how?
Henry: I'm a mage! I just wave my wand and mutter a little incantation... Humina humina humina... Presto! The busted bowls are busted no more!
Sumia: Holy snap! That's amazing!
Henry: Yeah, it's just a temporary hex, unfortunately. Tomorrow they'll be in pieces again. But at least folks won't have to eat out of their hats tonight.
Sumia: N-no, that's fine! This gives me time to buy new ones tomorrow. It's funny, I used to think magic was all scary and weird, but I guess not.
Henry: Oh, that spell can certainly be used for evil. All it does is reverse time. See, so if something bad happens to someone and you cast it on them... They have to experience that same tragedy over and over again! Nya ha!
Sumia: Oh, that sounds horrible!
Henry: I know, right? It is! Nya ha ha!
B Support[]
Sumia: Thank you again for the help with the bowls, Henry.
Henry: No problem! Us dark mages love to help others.
Sumia: It was just like you said—those fixed bowls ended up falling apart again.
Henry: Yeah... Even crockery cannot escape the blood-soaked hand of fate.
Sumia: Um, gross? Anyway, I think it's great you use hexes to help people instead of... Well, whatever nasty thing you could be doing.
Henry: Nya ha! Yeah, it feels pretty great to be able to help others.
Sumia: You know, you could do all kinds of things with that reverse-time spell. Like, revive dead crops, or mend broken arrows during battle, or...whatever!
Henry: Saaay, I could, couldn't I? I like the way you think, Sumia! Those are some hex-cellent ideas!
Sumia: Gosh, do you really think so? I don't normally have good ideas. Most of them are awful, to be honest. I'm not a magic genius like you.
Henry: Would you maybe want to try your hand at a little...dark magic?
Sumia: Well, I have always kind of wondered what it would be like...
Henry: Say no more! ...Er, but give me a little time to get things ready. Next time we meet, you'll be flinging spells like a pro!
Sumia: You'd do that for me?
Henry: Of course! I always wanted to ride a pegasus, after all.
Sumia: Waaait. What kind of hex are you planning here?
Henry: Nya ha ha! You'll see!
A Support[]
Henry: H-Henry! Wh-what's happening? What have you done to me?!
Sumia: Isn't it obvious? You're me, and I'm you! Clever curse, eh?
Henry: AAAAAARGH!
Sumia: Whoa! Careful with my vocal chords there! Besides, you're the one who wanted to cast spells, right?
Henry: This is NOT what I had in mind!
Sumia: Well, you're about as magic as an old sock, so this was the only way. And while you cast some hexes, I'm going to ride your pegasus all over camp! Woo-hoo! I'm gonna swoop down on people and drop stuff on their heads!
Henry: B-but, wh-what if you fall off?! You might hurt me!
Sumia: Pfft! You fall on your face 10 times a day! This body is made of rubber.
Henry: Okay, but what about YOUR body? It seems pretty flimsy, to be honest. What if I trip into a ditch and snap these little chicken legs of yours?
Sumia: Well, if you're THAT worried about it, I guess we can switch back...
Henry: I think that would be for the best. I'm sorry to disappoint you.
Sumia: Hey, no worries! This bodice is kind of freaking me out anyway. Okay, here goes... KA-BLAMMMO!
Henry: ...There. All better.
Sumia: That was...weird.
Henry: You didn't get to spin any dark magic, though. Aren't you disappointed?
Sumia: No. It was a bad idea in the first place. What if I'd cursed you by mistake? What if I'd turned your guts into pudding or whatever it is you dark mages do?
Henry: That would have been awesome! But still, I'm glad you're worried about me.
Sumia: You're a good friend, Henry. Of course I'm worried.
Henry: Aw, thanks, Sumia. Next time, I'll make sure to look out for you.
Sumia: We're not going to switch bodies again, are we?
Henry: Of course we are! I haven't had a chance to ride your pegasus yet!
S Support[]
Sumia: Well? how did you enjoy your first pegasus ride?
Henry: Ohmigosh! First it was like...WOOO! And then we were like...PSHAAAW!
Sumia: I'm happy I could help.
Henry: Er, but when I was borrowing your body, I noticed something...funny.
Sumia: Funny...?
Henry: Your heart was racing constantly! I felt giddy and dizzy at the same time. I think you should see a healer soon. What if you have a murmur?
Sumia: Um, actually, Henry, what I have can't be fixed by a healer.
Henry: Oh, and I also noticed it gets a lot worse when you're around me. Now, it could be a systemic cardiovascular issue, but I'm thinking—
Sumia: It's not that. Think hard, and I believe you'll figure it out.
Henry: ...... Oh, wow... I get it now. We have the exact same ailment!
Sumia: We do?
Henry: I think you're amazing, Sumia, and when you're around, my heart goes nuts. So...it sounds like maybe you've got the same thing going on, right?
Sumia: I know it's a bit odd, but I think I've fallen in love with you, Henry.
Henry: Great! That means I didn't waste my money buying you that ring!
Sumia: Ring? Oh my goodness! How did that get on my finger?
Henry: I bought it when I took over your body. It made the fitting a breeze!
Sumia: You wanted to borrow my body so you could check my ring size?! B-but the jeweller might think I'm a pathetic spinster buying her own ring!
Henry: Oh, yeah. He definitely thinks that. Anyway, do you like it?
Sumia: Of course I do, Henry. It's beautiful. You've cast the best hex of all... And I couldn't be happier!
Ricken: Hi, Henry! Thanks so much for coming to my rescue the other day.
Henry: Sure! It's what I do.
Ricken: Having a mighty mage like you in our ranks makes me feel a lot safer. Good thing for us you aren't fighting for the other side.
Henry: Well, I used to work for Gangrel, so if you hadn't defeated him, who knows? You and I might have been squaring up on the ol' battlefield. Nya ha ha!
Ricken: I didn't know you were with the Plegian army!
Henry: Oh? I thought word had gotten around. Yeah, Gangrel was toppled before I got the chance to fight any real battles. A shame, too. It would've been fun to face off against the Shepherds!
Ricken: But we're the good guys...
Henry: Oh. Chrom and Frederick are nice soldiers and all, but I wager I could take them both!
Ricken: Henry! That's treason!
Henry: Is not.
Ricken: W-well, even if it isn't, people might get the wrong idea. They'll start thinking you ARE an enemy, and then we'll end up fighting for real.
Henry: Neat! We could see whose magic is stronger.
Ricken: HENRY! You're my ally! I don't want to fight you. Besides, if we were mortal foes, we wouldn't be able to talk like this.
Henry: Weeell, I guess it's kinda fun being on the same side as you... All right. I guess I'll stick with the Shepherds—for now, at least.
Ricken: I should hope so!
B Support[]
Ricken: Hey, Henry?
Henry: What?
Ricken: Remember a while ago, when you told me that you served under Gangrel? It made me wonder... Have you fought against anyone you knew?
Henry: Yeah, sure! You've cut down a few of my former comrades. You interested in who they were? Lemme see if I can recall... Well, there's Vasto. I liked him! Always ready with a joke or quip.
Ricken: That guy?! He tried to stop us when we headed east that one time.
Henry: He was really excited about that posting—it was his first major command. Ha! He used to talk about his mother all the time. "Best knitter in Plegia," he'd say!
Ricken: Oh. That's...nice.
Henry: Then there was Mustafa. He always gave me a bag of peaches whenever I visited. He said I reminded him of his son and that I should consider myself part of his family.
Ricken: ......
Henry: Oh! And Campari used to make little birdhouses for homeless—
Ricken: Actually, Henry? I don't think I want to know about your comrades after all.
Henry: Aw! I thought you were interested.
Ricken: I was, but now everyone seems more...normal than I expected. They're not maniacs or monsters. They're just like us, except they're dead.
Henry: Yep. Dead as driftwood, they are. And it was you Shepherds who killed 'em! Their friends and families are probably still crying their eyes out.
Ricken: .......
Henry: What's wrong?
Ricken: Henry, it's my job to kill Plegian soldiers... So I have to believe they deserve to die. But now you've reminded me that they aren't faceless blobs with axes. They have friends, and families, and... H-how am I going to fight them if I know that? What if I hesitate?
Henry: You're weird. I don't see the problem here at all.
Ricken: Now, it's all right, Henry. It was my fault for asking.
A Support[]
Ricken: Henry, can I ask you a question?
Henry: Judging by your expression, I'd say it's a serious one. Nya ha ha!
Ricken: Er... Do you remember when we talked about the Plegian soldiers we've killed? And how some of them used to be your comrades and friends? Don't you...resent us?
Henry: Resent you? Shucks no. What good would that do?
Ricken: Um, none, I suppose. It wouldn't be good for anyone, you included.
Henry: Exactly! So I decided not to.
Ricken: But how can you just brush it off like that? If I were cut down in battle tomorrow, would you just shrug and carry on?
Henry: No! I'd be very sad and angry. And I'd find out who did it, hunt them down, and exact bloody revenge! ...Oh yes. There would be blood.
Ricken: But you just said you don't resent us and there's no point in holding grudges.
Henry: Oh yeah, I DID say that! I wonder what the difference is...
Ricken: Er, are you asking me?
Henry: When I was with Plegia, I didn't think much about this kind of thing. Maybe because in that army, I didn't have real friends like I do here.
Ricken: Do you think of me as a friend?
Henry: I guess, sure. Honestly, I'm not much good with touchy-feely stuff. You know what I'd rather talk about? The next battle!
Ricken: I guess it wouldn't be bad to plan a little strategy. In the end, victory is the only thing that can justify all this death...
Maribelle: I am so weary of this gods-forsaken war. Every time we turn around, Risen are tearing some poor village apart. Ah, I fear this will all get darker before we finally spy the dawn. And yet, look at this flower still finding a way to bloom amidst the devastation. *Sniff* It brings a tear to the eye to see such a fragile thing struggle to the light. What a good flower you are. Stay strong now, little one.
(Henry appears)
Henry: Hi there, Maribelle! You all right?
Maribelle: ACK! Henry?! H-how long have you been standing there?
Henry: Oh, I dunno! Since before you launched into that soliloquy, anyway.
Maribelle: Eavesdropping is a shameful habit, sir. And on a lady, no less! Were you birthed in a barn?
Henry: Aw, but it's fun listening to you mumble! You say all kinds of crazy stuff. I really liked the last bit where you started chatting with the flower.
Maribelle: I was NOT chatting with the flower. I was remarking on the... That is to say... Oh, what's the use? You've caught me in the act, and that's that. Go on, then! Point and laugh. Take this chance to mock your social betters.
Henry: Mock you? Why? I do the same thing all the time. ...Hmm? What's that, flower? *mumble, mumble* ...Ooh! Okay, I'll tell her.
Maribelle: What in the WORLD are you doing?
Henry: Talking to the flower. She says she's very grateful that you spoke to her. Also, she says she'll stay strong as long as you do, too.
Maribelle: I appreciate the gesture, sir, but you don't have to feign madness for my sake.
Henry: I'm not feigning anything. I'm just really in touch with the natural world. I can talk to any living thing you want. Trees. Flowers. Maggots. Ooooooh... Maaaggots...
Maribelle: That is a remarkable talent, if a shade disturbing.
B Support[]
Henry: Hi, Maribelle. You look like a cat ate your favorite canary.
Maribelle: *Sniff* It's a fate far worse, I fear. My flower friend has withered and died.
Henry: Aww, guess it hasn't rained around here for weeks now, huh?
Maribelle: Henry, can you still...talk to her?
Henry: Nope! Only living stuff.
Maribelle: Yes, of course. How silly of me. She's dead, never to bloom again... It truly makes a woman think. Someday, on the battlefield, such could be my fate.
Henry: Basically. I mean, flowers die, people die... That's just how the world works.
Maribelle: Even so, the idea that I could be gone tomorrow? Or in the hour? Ghastly! We try to ignore the ever-present threat of death, but it's always there. And when you finally think about it, it's a black yawning pit of utter terror!
Henry: Meh, not to me. Everyone kicks the bucket at some point, so why fret?
Maribelle: Perhaps it's not so much death I fear as the pain of dying.
Henry: See, now that I can understand. But get this—I've got a special curse ready, see? Been working on it for a while now. If you're mortally wounded, it kills you off before you suffer any pain! Just...poof. Off ya go!
Maribelle: I see. And is this something you could perhaps cast on me?
Henry: Sure, yeah. Heck, I can do it right now if you say the word. Then you'll never have to fear the old boneyard again!
Maribelle: I declare, Henry, you have the strangest ways of putting people's minds at ease. And yet, I'm rather tempted to accept your offer.
A Support[]
Maribelle: Henry, do you have a moment? I've been watching you in our recent battles, and I noticed something...odd. No matter how fierce the fight becomes, you always have a smile on your face.
Henry: Yep! I love fighting! Pshew Pshew!
Maribelle: But as a mage, you go into battle with little armor and are often the first one targeted. You could be injured or killed in an eye blink, and yet still you smile!
Henry: It's 'cause I'm not scared, Maribelle. Fighting is actually pretty simple. I just have to kill the other guy before he has a chance to kill me.
Maribelle: Henry, sometimes I find it very difficult to understand you.
Henry: Yeah, I suppose most animals are supposed to fear death and stuff.
Maribelle: Animals...
Henry: But I'll tell you one thing—there's no reason to be sad about death. Everyone in this army is going to croak sooner or later—it's a matter of when. And at the end of it all, we'll be reunited again on the other side.
Maribelle: You think so?
Henry: ...Oh, wait! Holy crows! I just had a really weird thought. That means all the foes we kill are gonna be over there, too. Aw, rats, I'm gonna have to kill them all over again!
S Support[]
Maribelle: Henry, weren't you injured in the last battle?
Henry: Who, me? No, I don't think so. Didn't see any blood, at least. And believe me, I always look reeeally closely.
Maribelle: That's good to hear. The part about being unharmed, at least.
Henry: Why the sudden concern?
Maribelle: Remember when you told me that you're not afraid of dying? Well, I've been watching you in battle, and I see it's no idle boast! I fear you may throw your life away on some rash act and that I might...lose you.
Henry: It's a definite possibility! We're fighting a war, after all.
Maribelle: Do not make light of my fears! I couldn't bear to lose you because—
Henry: Because then I couldn't cast that curse that lets you die without pain?
Maribelle: No! It's not about that! I mean. yes, I WOULD miss that, but it's not the reason.
Henry: Okay. So what is? Oh, wait! Lemme guess! You worry I wouldn't finish my toenail collection?
Maribelle: It's because I'm in love with you, you idiot man!
Henry: Huh?!
Maribelle: Oh, my stars and garters. Did I really say that out loud?
Henry: Yeah, you said it out loud. Loudly! But don't be embarrassed, Maribelle. I think you're swell, too.
Maribelle: Oh, Henry. Is this true?
Henry: Yep. I want to be your knight in shining armor. ...Blood-red shining armor! In fact, I'm hoping that we can spend the rest of our lives together. Which I guess is another way of saying that we should get married. Yay! ...Wait. Aw, heck. I don't even have a ring ready or anything.
Maribelle: The ring can wait, silly. The answer is still yes.
Panne: Nnh? Wha—? Who is...? G-get off me, man-spawn! Wake up!
Henry: Mmm? Oh, hey! Mornin'!
Panne: Do not "morning" me, Plegian curse slinger. Get away from me at once!
Henry: Hey, I've got a name, you know. It's Henry!
Panne: I have no use for the name of a filthy Grimleal craven.
Henry: That's not very neighborly, now is it? What difference does one's religion make? I just want to be friends!
Panne: I will have no dealings with your ilk! Your lot killed the exalt in cold blood. You stole Emmeryn from her people.
Henry: Hey, I haven't killed a single exalt! And besides, I tried to save her. I was the one who told you the exalt was going to be killed, remember?
Panne: I remember. You made quite a spectacle of yourself in the process.
Henry: Yeah, well, I knew I had to do something!
Panne: What reason would you have to spare the exalt's life?
Henry: Ylisse is weak enough as it is. If the exalt were assassinated, I worried they'd lose the war in a week! That would have been a terrible waste of a perfectly fun war.
Panne: THAT was your reason?!
Henry: Not that it made much difference in the end. Whoops! Nya ha ha.
Panne: Bah! You are strange and unpleasant. Do not speak to me again.
B Support[]
Henry: Hey, Panne!
Panne: Keep your distance, Plegian viper.
Henry: Aww, did you forget my name again? It's Henry! Hey, so are you bad with names because you're a half-beast?
Panne: Are you eager for me to kill you, boy?
Henry: Aw, that's sweet of you to offer, but no thanks! And I meant it as a compliment!
Panne: What part of "half-beast" is a compliment?!
Henry: Er, the beast half, I guess. I love animals! I wish I could be one. Even a half one would be okay with me.
Panne: For what possible reason?
Henry: My parents abandoned me in the woods when I was little. So it was mostly the nice animals there who raised me. I still love their smell. It relaxes me in a totally nostalgic sort of way.
Panne: I suppose that explains the odd feral air about you. ...As much as it pains me to say so, I find your scent acceptable.
Henry: Nya ha! Yay!
Panne: But understand this—I have no intention of forgiving what you Grimleal have done.
Henry: So if I went out and killed them all, could we be friends?
Panne: Are you mad? Have you no sense of your fealty to your warren?
Henry: Eh, not really. I'd kill pretty much whoever you want me to, Panne.
Panne: You are a child tearing wings from flies, and nothing more. You have no idea what the taguel have gone through. What horrors Plegia has wrought. ...Still, perhaps you are simply too young or stupid to know better.
Henry: I'm not that young, and I don't think I'm stupid. But hey, who knows, right? Still, I'd like to know more about you, Panne! Can I stick with you?
Panne: Only if you can keep up.
A Support[]
Panne: When I said you could follow me, I didn't mean indefinitely. Just how long do you intend to keep this up?
Henry: I was thinking indefinitely, actually. Why, do you not want me around?
Panne: Of course not. I hate humans. I've always hated humans.
Henry: Oh, riiight. That. Hey, tell ya what. In that case, howzabout I curse Chrom to death?
Panne: Are you mad?!
Henry: Everyone would panic, and the war would escalate more and more. Humans all over would suffer like never before, and blammo! Panne's happy!
Panne: I do not wish for any of that! It would dishonor the memory of Emmeryn. No future can be built upon hate, and random human suffering buys me no joy.
Henry: Geez, Panne. What WILL convince you to let me stick around? You remind me of the fuzzy animals that raised me, and they all died, and now I... Come on, Panne. Please don't abandon me like my parents did. I'll do anything you want. A-n-y-t-h-i-n-g! Enemies? Gone! Rivals? Kaput!
Panne: I don't doubt that. The lives of others mean nothing to you. You have so much to learn, Henry. And if I am the only one capable of teaching it, then so be it. I won't abandon you.
Henry: Woo-hoo!
S Support[]
Panne: Lesson one: everyone in this camp is an ally to be cherished.
Henry: Could you be more specific?
Panne: Hmm... Treat them the same as you would the animals that raised you.
Henry: But you hate humans.
Panne: I've come to learn some humans aren't so bad. For example, I don't hate anyone here.
Henry: All right. If you say so, I'll play nice.
Panne: Good. Coexist with them long enough, and I'm sure you'll find your humanity. ...Heh. To think the day would come when I'd encourage someone to be MORE human.
Henry: Hey, Panne? Will you take this?
Panne: Hmm? What is it?
Henry: It's a wedding ring! It's a promise that you'll always stay with someone. I don't ever want to be alone again, but I need a promise. So, um, please? Please be my family?
Panne: ...I think I finally understand why I was never able to really get mad at you.
Henry: Oh?
Panne: We're too alike, you and I. We both lost our families and lived alone too long. But no more. I accept your ring. From now on, we are each other's family.
Cordelia: There. It took a while, but it's finished at last!
Henry: Hey-o, Cordelia! Whatcha makin' there? Is that a scarf?
Cordelia: Yes. Who knows when we might be called upon to battle in frigid conditions?
Henry: Neat! Plegia's all hot and sunny, so there's not much call for scarves. Hey, so I'm no expert, but isn't that more of a man's scarf?
Cordelia: Er, well, the scarf is actually an item that can be worn by either... Um... It's not for me. It's a present.
Henry: Oooh, lucky guy. I wish someone would make ME a nice cozy scarf!
Cordelia: Heh. Well, you can have this one, if you like it that much.
Henry: Huh? But what about the special fella you were gonna give it to? I don't want any angry boyfriend pounding on my tent flap in the dead of night!
Cordelia: Well, now that I think about it, the gift probably isn't such a good idea.
Henry: Aw, but it's so beautifully made! I'm sure he'd love it.
Cordelia: Yes, but I doubt his wife would.
Henry: Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooh. Say, what if the wife was dead? Could you give it to him then?
Cordelia: Henry, that's terrible! Never say that again! ...... And any case, it's a moot point, because I'm giving it to you. ...Thank you, Henry.
(Cordelia leaves)
Henry: What a weirdo. Why'd she thank ME for taking HER present?!
B Support[]
Henry: Hey, Cordelia! Thanks again for the sweet scarf!
Cordelia: Not at all. I'm glad you like it. *siiiiiigh*
Henry: Uh-oh. Looks like someone's got a case of the bloody Mondays...
Cordelia: Ew! ...And I'm fine, really. Just indulging in a little self-pity.
Henry: That's kind of like making yourself sad on purpose, isn't it? You want help? 'Cause I've got a curse that'll REALLY make you miserab—
Cordelia: No, thank you! ...I was just moping about the married man I've fallen for. Still, I've no one else to blame but myself, so I have no right to grumble.
Henry: That's for sure!
Cordelia: Henry, sometimes you are honest and straightforward to a fault. You know, I wish I could just decide to stop liking someone.
Henry: I've got a curse for that, too! One little chant will take your headache away.
Cordelia: Truly?
Henry: Sure! Just tell me who you're yearning for, and I'll pluck the love out like a weed! You'll feel much better, I promise.
Cordelia: I appreciate the offer, and it IS tempting... But I have to say no.
Henry: Why?
Cordelia: No matter how much it pains me, I don't want this love to go away.
Henry: Huh. So you ARE making yourself sad deliberately!
Cordelia: I know, Henry. I know...
A Support[]
Henry: Yikes, I think my arms have gone numb from carrying so much stuff!
Cordelia: I appreciate your help. I had no idea I'd bought so much until it was too late. It was very good of you to come and escort me around the market.
Henry: So, now that we've been shopping, how's the lovesick heart? Better?
Cordelia: What do you mean?
Henry: I asked Lissa for advice, and she told me to take you on a big shopping trip. She said a few hours trying on dresses and armor would fix that broken heart, pronto!
Cordelia: So this was all a plot to make me feel better, was it? Well, I would never have believed it, but I DO feel better. Thank you.
Henry: Great! So now that we know shopping works, let's go to the market again!
Cordelia: Er, but we were just there.
Henry: I can go back and forth all day if that's what it takes! Plus, they had this eyeball in a jar that I wanted to—
Cordelia: Henry, you're very kind, but I think you've done enough for one day.
Henry: Then how about some comfort food? Fruit pies and cream? Candy apples? Macaroni and cheese with fried boar crisps and crumbled horse—
Cordelia: Definitely not! I have to stay in fighting shape. Anyway, it wasn't the shopping that made me feel better—it was being with you.
Henry: What, really?
Cordelia: Just knowing that you care enough to help is comfort in itself. We could have done anything and you would have lifted my spirits.
Henry: I don't really get all this "feelings" stuff, but if you say so. Er, but if you're REALLY grateful, you could join me for a fruit pie...
Cordelia: Oh, all right. ...But just the one!
S Support[]
Henry: *Pant* A-avast, fiend! Prepare to wear your guts for garters! *Pant, pant* It's n-no good... I can't even lift the thing...
Cordelia: Henry, what in the world are you doing with that battle axe?
Henry: I'm practicing how to look more manly! I figured you might like me better if I was a little bigger and tougher.
Cordelia: Is this another of your schemes to make me feel better?
Henry: Nya ha! No, it's a scheme to make you fall in love with me.
Cordelia: It's a... Wait, what?
Henry: I know I'm not as tough or brave or handsome as Chrom, but maybe—
Cordelia: D-did you just say Chrom?
Henry: Well, that's the guy you're always pining for, isn't it? That's what Lissa said, anyway. Was she wrong?
Cordelia: *Sigh* No, she wasn't. Oh, this is so embarrassing! I didn't want anyone to know.
Henry: Aw, it's okay. I'm just gonna work hard so you end up liking me instead!
Cordelia: Henry, you don't have to impress me by trying to be more like Chrom. There's plenty of things about you that I already like. ...In fact, I've found myself thinking about you more than Chrom lately.
Henry: Really?
Cordelia: You've been so kind and thoughtful and considerate toward me. I'm ashamed I didn't realize you were falling in love with me before my eyes!
Henry: Well, if you REALLY feel bad about it, you could accept this ring...
Cordelia: Oh, Henry! I'll gladly accept it! No one knows how to make me happy quite like you...
Nowi: Whew! I've been playing all day, and I'm pooped! What cute little kids!
Henry: I've seen them around. They're from one of the villages near the camp. But what do you mean, "cute little kids? Aren't you a kid, too?
Nowi: No! I'm an adult woman who's more than a thousand years older than you!
Henry: Oh, right! Nya ha ha! Sorry, short stuff!
Nowi: H-hey! Do you always speak to your elders like that?
Henry: Nope! Just you. After all, how many "elders" do you know who play hide-and-seek as much as you?
Nowi: What's wrong with hide-and-seek? It's fun! ...In fact, you should join us next time.
Henry: Okay!
Nowi: Wait, really? Oh, that's so exciting! I've asked just about everyone in camp, but they always turn me down.
Henry: It's 'cause you're always so full of energy. "One more time, one more time, pleeease!" Most people just can't keep up with that kind of raw enthusiasm!
Nowi: I know, right? It's so annoying how quickly some people tire out. I mean, ten hours? Come on! That's like a warm-up! Do you know I haven't found a single playmate since I joined this dumb army? ...Until now, that is! Hee hee! We're going to play games from dawn to dusk!
Henry: I know how you feel! Ya know, I don't tell many people this, but I was kind of abandoned when I was young. My family ignored me completely, and I didn't have any playmates. But it was fine, because I learned to amuse myself! Oh, and make friends with animals.
Nowi: Then we're exactly the same! But now we have each other, right?
Henry: Nya ha ha! You know it!
B Support[]
Henry: Jeepers! I don't think I've ever seen a gaggle of children run away so fast!
Nowi: ...I think I goofed up.
Henry: Well, yeah! How did you think they'd react to a dragon appearing in their midst?
Nowi: I just wanted to give them a ride on my back! I mean, everyone likes flying, right? *Sigh* They were absolutely terrified, huh? I suppose they won't play with us again.
Henry: Yep! They're probably quivering in fear under their beds and crying like babies. But no worries! There'll be more victim—er, that is, village kids—at our next camp.
Nowi: Kids are stupid! Why didn't they see it was just me in dragon form? And doesn't everyone want to play with a dragon? I mean, come on... Flying in the sky... Exchanging fire breath... Listening to my bloodcurdling roars...
Henry: If they exchanged fire breath with you, they'd end up as little clumps of charcoal.
Nowi: *Sigh* I wish I had some manakete friends. That would be more fun.
Henry: Well, I can't promise anything, but I might be able to conjure one up for you.
Nowi: You could?
Henry: Sure! I'll need to make some preparations first, though. Might take some time.
Nowi: Oh, that's fine! Everyone knows I'm the best at being patient!
A Support[]
Henry: Ta-daaah! What do you think?
Nowi: Wow! It's a dragon!
Henry: Pretty little thing, isn't she? Now you'll have someone to breathe fire with!
Nowi: I-is she a manakete like me? Where in the world did you find her?! Hello, dragon. My name is Nowi! It's super nice to meet— Huh? My hand just...went right through her like she wasn't there...
Henry: Right. You can't actually touch her. My magic is good, but not THAT good!
Nowi: You mean...she's an illusion?
Henry: Yep! So, what do you think? Do you like her?
Nowi: No! She's stupid!
Henry: Hey! I spent a lot of time and effort on this, you know!
Nowi: I want a real friend! Someone I can laugh with and talk with and cry with! I'm going to look super dumb exchanging jokes with a mute astral projection!
Henry: Aw, nuts. I thought you'd really love her.
Nowi: I know you're just trying to help, Henry, but this isn't going to work.
Henry: No problem! I'll come up with a better idea, that's all. Easy-peasy. And as soon as I do, you'll be the first to know!
Nowi: Aw, you're such a good friend, Henry. Thank you!
Henry: Nya ha ha! No sweat!
S Support[]
Henry: Hey, Nowi. I've finally conjured up a plan that'll solve your problem.
Nowi: You mean about finding me a manakete friend?
Henry: Yep. And unlike the hologram, this will be a real live, talking, laughing dragon. The only catch is it's going to take time. ...Lots and lots of time.
Nowi: Aw, I don't care. Didn't I tell you I'm really good at being patient?
Henry: Okay. So first of all, you have to accept this.
Nowi: It's a ring...? What's this for?
Henry: Because you and I are going to get married! Chrom did that and he ended up with that cute little daughter. So my plan is, we'll get married and have a bunch of children. They're going to be part manakete, what with you being the mum and all. And then once they grow up, BAM! Manakete playmates for life!
Nowi: Gosh, Henry! That's ingenious! Why didn't I think of that? Hee hee! So I suppose this means we're going to be husband and wife?
Henry: Sure does! A lifetime of fun and games, coming right up!
Tharja: When I still fought for Plegia, we heard all sorts of stories about you. A silver-haired youth with a knowledge of curses and an extraordinary gift for magic. A man guarded by fierce crows so that very few had seen the true extent of his powers.
Henry: Oh wow! Now that's a reputation! Yeah, crows have always had a thing for me, I guess. Dunno why.
Tharja: Perhaps you'd be willing to teach a trick or two to a fellow dark mage?
Henry: Sure! You want me to cast a death curse on someone?
Tharja: Someone in camp? Mmm... No. That could be problematic.
Henry: Hee hee! Yeah, I guess. Too bad, though. See, 'cause I've got one that makes blood come out your—
Tharja: Thank you, I get the picture. What's with the smiling, anyway? No one's going to trust you if you're grinning like the village idiot.
Henry: Hee hee! Smiling? This is how I always look.
Tharja: Hardly reassuring. Tell me what you're plotting and I may yet spare you.
Henry: Sorry! Nothing sinister over here. I'm just a hale and hearty mage.
Tharja: Ugh... Hale? Hearty? Have you no respect for our ancient profession? We're supposed to be harbingers of pestilence and famine and doom!
Henry: Mm... I love doom.
B Support[]
Henry: Hello, Tharja!
Tharja: *Mumble, mumble* *hiss*
Henry: Heey! Did you just put a curse on me?
Tharja: Yes, Now, if you do not speak the truth, you will DIE! Answer me clearly and without hesitation. Are you a foreign spy?
Henry: Nope! Not me! Although I do own a cloak and a couple daggers.
Tharja: Who do you serve? Ylisse or Plegia?
Henry: Aw, I don't get into politics. I just want to toss fireballs at bad guys.
Tharja: Interesting. That's the same reason I joined up.
Henry: Really? Hey, would you maybe tell me all about it?
Tharja: I'm doing the interrogating here. Now then, one final question... Do you vow to never cause harm to Robin, no matter what?
Henry: No problem!
Tharja: ...How strange. My magic ensures that you are telling the truth. But I find your heart difficult to read. It seems devoid of human emotion. What's inside that head of yours? What are you thinking?
Henry: Right now, I'm thinking about you. And about how you must really REALLY like Robin!
Tharja: Mind your own business, little man.
Henry: Is that why you're always following him/her around?
Tharja: I wouldn't expect someone like you to understand affairs of the heart. In any case, you may go. I have no further use for you.
(Tharja leaves)
Henry: Hey! Tharja! You forgot to remove the curse! Oh, well. I suppose it'll fizzle out eventually. La la la...
A Support[]
Tharja: Here you are.
Henry: Yep! Here I am!
Tharja: I have a rather urgent problem, and I need your help.
Henry: Do you need a death curse? Please say you need a death curse.
Tharja: No death curses! ...... It appears that I, myself, am victim of a curse from an unknown assailant. I have tried to remove it, but the magic is too powerful. I'm hoping that if we combine our might, we may be able to—
Henry: Hecka-necka, jimma-jamma, woozle-wazzle! Aaand presto! Curse dispelled! Actually not dispelled. I tossed it back at the original sender. Hee hee!
Tharja: That's impossible. ...... By the gods! It IS gone.
Henry: Yeah, dispelling curses is kind of my specialty. Right now, whoever cast that curse must be in one confused pickle! Too bad we can't be there to see it. That would be swell!
Tharja: With that kind of power, you could have easily deflected my earlier curse...
Henry: Oh yeah. I guess so, huh? Although you didn't need to put a truth curse on me, you know? I don't have anything to hide, and I've never told a lie in my life.
Tharja: Aha! At last you reveal the source of your power. You disarm your foes with terrifying honesty and sincerity!
Henry: Well, usually I disarm foes by removing their arms. But your way sounds impressive, too!
Tharja: It's not a compliment.
Henry: Hee hee! I know!
Tharja: Stop being so blasted cheerful, or I'll... I'll twist your tongue in knots!
Henry: Oh, you can try to cast a hex on me...if you dare!
Tharja: Don't think you're the only one who can deflect curses!
Henry: Wizard fight! Wizard fight! Yaaaaaay!
S Support[]
Henry: Hey, Tharja! Look at these flowers I found! Aren't they pretty?
Tharja: Er, yes. Sure. I suppose they are.
Henry: Aw, Tharja. You're just saying that. You don't think they're pretty at all! Poor little flowers-after they went to all that trouble to bloom and everything.
Tharja: Are you actually talking to them? That's more than a little creepy. If you don't cease at once, I'll cast a hex and turn them into dry sticks.
Henry: Tharja, would you like that better? Would you prefer these poor flowers to be twigs?
Tharja: You make it sound as if I'm being rude to your ridiculous bouquet.
Henry: I don't mean to! It's just that if you wanted a bundle of twigs, I'd be happy to oblige.
Tharja: Wait, what are you—
Henry: PRESTO! ...There you go.
Tharja: You were so pleased with those flowers, yet you destroyed them just like that...
Henry: Nya ha! Oh, I don't care—as long as you're happy, that's all that matters.
Tharja: Wh-where is this going?
Henry: Tharja, I'm head over heels for you! In fact, I'd rip my heels clean off if it would put a devious grin on your face! Heck, I'll destroy this whole army if that's what you want. ...Do you want that?
Tharja: Ugh, of course I don't. Do you think I'm completely insane?
Henry: No, I was just using it as an example. So anyway, you want to get married?
Tharja: Egads, you do know how to sweep a girl off her feet, don't you? And yet... If you promise to protect Robin, I just might consider it. If we both fall into some mortal peril, I want you to save Robin first. Is that clear? You must be ready to sacrifice me for his/her sake. If you can bring yourself to promise me that, then yes, I will marry you and—
Henry: Is that all? Easy peasy! No problem what-so-EVER!
Tharja: Good. ...I think.
Henry: This is great. I thought you'd make the condition really, really onerous. Like, so hard that I'd think twice about the idea. But you didn't! So, anyway. I'd better go down to the smith and get a ring made.
(Henry leaves)
Tharja: You know, he may actually, truly be crazy... I mean, what kind of proposal was that? Still, it's not like I'm the most normal person around either. Who knows? Perhaps it's the perfect match...
Henry: ...Aw, poor little doggy. The silly mutt stepped in a hole and hurt its leg.
(Olivia appears)
Olivia: DON'T TOUCH THAT DOG!
Henry: Huh? What the hey?
Olivia: I know you! You're that creepy kid who likes blood and magic and...blood magic! You stay away from that poor little doggy!
Henry: But this dog is hurt. See, his leg has this—
Olivia: N-no! Stop! I'll take care of him and nurse him back to health!
Henry: Huh? Oh, okay, sure! We can take care of him together!
Olivia: T-together? Waaait a second. Aren't you going to sacrifice him to your dark god or something?
Henry: You're a crazy lady. Why would I do that? I love doggies! I want to save his life! Right, boy? Who's a good boy? Aren't you glad the crazy lady wants to help us? Yes you are!
Olivia: Hey! How am I crazy? You're the one who's obsessed with blood!
Henry: Hey, that's a medical condition! Show some respect!
Olivia: Oh, never mind. Right now, we have a dog that needs looking after. Will you run and get me some bandages?
Henry: You got it, crazy lady!
B Support[]
Olivia: Um, Henry? What are those red stains on your clothes?
Henry: Oh, will you look at that? It's blood! ...Wonder where it came from? *Lick* ...Oh, hey! It's MY blood! Nya ha! I must have been wounded in battle! Oh man, good times.
Olivia: GROSS! ...And also really creepy. And why are you laughing about it?! That wound needs to be dressed immediately!
Henry: You wanna help? It's kind of out of the way, so I can't reach it.
Olivia: ...Oh, gods, look how deep this is! How could you not notice?
Henry: Oh, I've got a high pain threshold. It's a genetic thing. Nerve damage. I've had a lot worse than this!
Olivia: You've had WORSE? Where? And how?!
Henry: When I was a kid, my parents put me in this exclusive wizard school. Well, as you can imagine, some of the experiments got a biiit out of hand. Once, I almost set my face on fire! Nya ha! Those were the days...
Olivia: Your teachers were negligent. Why didn't your parents pull you out of there?
Henry: Meh, my parents didn't care what I did as long as I wasn't expelled. Heck, the whole reason they sent me to wizard school was to get rid of me. But hey, no worries! I turned out fine!
Olivia: I see now... Your cheerful demeanor is just a mask you use to hide your pain. You use it as cover to tamp down your deep-seated resentment and anger...
Henry: That's what all my psychiatrists said. But nope! Not true. I'm just a happy guy.
Olivia: No, no... You can't fool me. I've never seen a real smile from you, one from the heart. I'm a performer, you know! I can tell a faker when I see one. Shhh... It's all okay now. You never need to visit that terrible school again. Now come on, let down your guard. Show me the real Henry!
Henry: Wow. You really ARE a crazy lady!
Olivia: I am not crazy! I'm trying to help, so you could at least be polite! *Sigh* All right, your wound is bandaged. But this isn't over, you hear? I want you to come see me again so I can help you get over these emotional issues.
Henry: Hey, sure. I got time.
A Support[]
Olivia: Now, when you feel sad, you pull your face like so...
Henry: You mean like thiiiiiis?
Olivia: No, down! The corners of your mouth are supposed to go DOWN! *Sigh* I'm starting to think that you're incapable of changing your expression. Look, Henry. Life is like dancing... You can't just mimic the moves. You have to FEEL them!
Henry: Nya ha! You compare everything to dancing. It's hilarious!
Olivia: I don't think this is a laughing matter. I'm trying to help you, you know!
Henry: Look, crazy lady. I like you. I really do. But you have GOT to let this go. I smile because I'm happy, all right? There's nothing more to it.
Olivia: N-no. That just can't be possible. *Gasp* Ungh...rug...!
Henry: Hey, are you okay there? You're making funny noises.
Olivia: M-my chest...suddenly...feels tight... C-can't breathe... It h-hurts...
Henry: Aw, jennies! You've been cursed! I'd know those symptoms anywhere. Someone must have—
Olivia: *Pant* Henry...please. You have to get...out of here...
Henry: What? Oh come on, that's crazy talk. You're gonna die here in a second. Now you just sit there while I dispel the curse... Hmm, let's see... *Mutter, mutter, mutter* KA-BLAMMO! So long, curse! See ya in hell!
Olivia: ......
Henry: Olivia? H-hey, Olivia. ...You being crazy again, Olivia? Olivia?! Aw, come on, Olivia! You can't die now! NOOOOO! OLIVIAAAAAA! Come back to me, Olivia! Stay out of the light! STAY OUT OF THE LIIIIIIGHT!
Olivia: S-stop crying. I'm...I'm all right.
Henry: ...Huh? Aw, thank goodness! I was worried there for a sec.
Olivia: Well, at least I finally got to see a different expression on your face...
Henry: Did you? ...I totally didn't notice.
Olivia: Thank you, Henry. You saved my life.
S Support[]
Olivia: Henry, I want to thank you for your help the other day.
Henry: Aw, don't worry about it. Really, I should have recognized the symptoms faster. But don't worry! I'm gonna find who did it and make sure they never curse you again. Oh yes. There will be blood...
Olivia: Eek! I'm just glad you're on our side!
Henry: Well, I'm glad I'm on YOUR side!
Olivia: You do have a very nice smile, Henry. Even if it is a little creepy sometimes.
Henry: Aw, hamburgers. Really?
Olivia: Absolutely! And what's more, I was wrong to have ever doubted its sincerity! I think I'm done giving you lessons.
Henry: Hey, I like your lesson! And I like YOU! In fact... I wanna be with you all the time!
Olivia: Henry?
Henry: You don't think I went to all those frowning lessons because I wanted to frown, do you? Heck no! I went because I wanted to see you and be with you! So let's get hitched! What do you say? I've got a blood-magic spell all ready!
Olivia: Wh-what?! Um, but, H-Henry, I don't...
Henry: Ha! Just kiddin'. I bought you a ring. Here, see? It's huge and everything.
Olivia: ...Oh my goodness. That IS huge! You are a very odd man, Henry, and yet I find myself strangely attracted to you. So, yes. All right. Let's get married.
Henry: Awesome! You won't regret this, Olivia. I promise!
Olivia: Oh, this might just be the happiest day of my life!
Henry: Nya ha! Just hearing that makes me even happier than before!
Olivia: Hee hee. I didn't think that was possible...
Cherche: Oh, hello, Henry. Have you come by to pet Minerva?
Henry: Sure have! She's as cute as a button, that one. ...Well, if buttons were cute. We had wyverns in Plegia, you know, and also the occasional fell beast. But we didn't have a single wyvern that was as pretty as Minerva.
Cherche: You're very astute. Not many humans realize how beautiful she is. They think wyverns all look the same, but people like you and I know better!
Henry: Yeah, it's sad that some folk can't tell the difference from one animal to the next. I mean, pegasi, wyverns, dogs, birds... They're all as different as you and me!
Cherche: You must really love animals.
Henry: Yep! I make four-legged friends wherever I go! And even some two-legged ones. I'm also pals with a three-legged bear, but that's a story for another time.
Cherche: I only hope you and I can become such fast friends one day. Now, why don't you slowly approach Minerva and try scratching her ear?
Henry: All right, here goes! Hey there, Miss Wyvern! I'm Henry. Nice to meetcha!
Cherche: Henry, I'm sorry about the other day, when Minerva almost...bit your hand off. She was terribly excited about something, but I'm not sure what.
Henry: Aw, it's fine. I bet I just give off some kind of animal aura. Or maybe she thought I was a big ham? I do smell kind of ham-like.
Cherche: In any case, I gave her a stern talking to. I don't think it'll happen again. I hope you won't hold it against her, and that you're still willing to be friends.
Henry: Are you kidding? Of course! Minerva and I are going to be besties for sure!
Cherche: I know everyone is fond of Minerva, but you seem especially attracted to her.
Henry: Well, when I was young, my best friend in the entire world was a giant wolf. My parents ignored me most of the time, so that wolf became my whole family. Then one day she came to visit me, and some hunters in the village... They shot her full of arrows. Killed her on the spot.
Cherche: ...Th-that's terrible!
Henry: But they paid... Oh, how they paid... They paid in BLOOD. Er, but yes. None of my magic could bring my beautiful wolf friend back. So I guess that's why I hang out with you and Minerva. 'Cause it reminds me.
Cherche: We can never replace your wolf, but Minerva and I would love to be friends with you. In fact, we were just about to go and fly a patrol around the camp. If you have nothing else to do, you're more than welcome to join us.
Henry: You mean, you'll let me ride on Minerva's back?! In the SKY?! Holy horsefeathers, yes! Please let me come!
Cherche: Great. This will be lots of fun!
A Support[]
Henry: Cherche? Do you mind if I pet Minerva a little bit?
Cherche: Of course not. I was wondering if you were going to come by today.
Henry: I know I'm here a lot, but I always feel safe and happy when I'm with Minerva.
Cherche: ...So now that you're here, Henry, I hope you'll let me ask you something. You're always smiling and laughing and acting as if you hadn't a care in the world. Yet, you never seem to make friends with people or allow them to get close. ...Even me.
Henry: What? You think so? Nya ha ha! I'm not like that at all!
Cherche: There you go with that laugh again. It just sounds so hollow... I wonder if it's even possible for someone to be your true friend?
Henry: Sheesh, Cherche. It's not like that! We're already friends! Anyway, I'm glad we had that chat, but are we going on patrol today? I want to fly on Minerva's back again!
Cherche: ...No. Not today. I think it's best if you don't see her for a while.
Henry: Wha—?!
Cherche: I'm very happy that you like Minerva and you two get along so well. But I think you need to spend more time with human friends—namely, me. So I'm going to carry out my patrol on foot, and you're coming with me.
Henry: Huh. Well, all right. If that's what you want, it's fine by me!
Cherche: Good. Let's go, shall we?
Henry: Forwaaaaaard, march!
S Support[]
Henry: Welcome back, Cherche! How was today's patrol?
Cherche: Uneventful. Did you come out here to meet me?
Henry: I figured the old dogs would be barking, so I brought a homemade bunion salve.
Cherche: Why, thank you, Henry! But how did you know?
Henry: We've been on so many patrols together, I've memorized your whole routine. After this, you'll put a cold towel on your head and drink a cup of hot elderberry tea.
Cherche: It's quite remarkable how much more attention you pay to other people now.
Henry: Nya ha ha! Yeah, I know. And it's all thanks to you!
Cherche: In any case, I'm pleased that we've become good friends.
Henry: Actually...being friends is nice and everything, but I want more. We spend so much time together, I'm thinking we should make it official.
Cherche: Er, make what official?
Henry: Aw, come on. You've been around the carousel before. You know what I mean! So here. This is for you.
Cherche: ...A ring? Henry, are you—?
Henry: You've been really good to me, Cherche. More than just a good friend. Going on patrols together is fun and all, but I want to see you ALL the time. So, I was thinking we could, you know...get hitched. What do you think?
Cherche: Goodness, Henry, but this is sudden. However, I have found myself...thinking about you a lot lately. Ever since we met, I've wanted to know the real man behind that jolly facade. And this would be a chance to do just that. Very well, Henry, I accept your proposal!
Henry: Fantastic! This is great, Cherche! You and me are gonna be a family!
Cherche: ...I think you're forgetting someone.
Henry: Who, Chrom? Well, I guess he can be involved somehow, but that seems... Oh, you mean Minerva! Nya ha ha! I almost forgot! Yeah, of course! Minerva'll be a part of the family, too!
Owain: A foul sense hangs in the air... My sword arm throbs dully! Hngh?! Wh-what's this? Blood... raging! ...A different sort of blood rage than usual!
Henry: Hey-o, Owain! Everything all right?
Owain: STAY BACK, FATHER! You mustn't come any closer!
Henry: Why? Did you catch something? ...Ooo, are you CONTAGIOUS?!
Owain: The blood of heroes that courses through my veins hungers for fresh prey! If you draw within striking range in my present state, I cannot guarantee safety! I beg of you, stay back! Do not force me to topple my own father!
Henry: ...Er, I'm confused. Are you under someone else's control? I'm not detecting a curse, sooo...
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!
Henry: Well, if it's not a curse, there isn't much I can do about it. I guess I'll go get your mother!
Owain: Wait, MOTHER?! Er... Heh... That's not... strictly necessary. This pain is nothing to a man like me!
(Henry 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 Support[]
Owain: Um... You're not still upset, are you?
Henry: Ha ha! Of course not! Though when you started shouting out of the blue, your mother and I were worried. What was all that about, anyway? Some kind of scripted stage acting?
Owain: I don't script anything! I'll have you know, it's entirely improv— Er... I mean, it's authentic! I'm the chosen scion of warrior heroes across tide and time!
Henry: And you're not ashamed to spout those lines? ...That makes one of us.
Owain: Ashamed? Ha! Far from it! Though I suppose I can't blame you for not understanding my bleeding-edge aesthetic. After all, you are the product of an earlier, simpler time...
Henry: Geez. Well, a future where everyone talks like you sounds to me like— ...OWAIN, GET DOWN!
Owain: What?!
Henry: ...Whoopsie!
Owain: Your shoulder! Father, you're hit!
Henry: Nngh... Archers... in the trees... They fired on you... But I'd never let them hurt my son... Go on, Owain—I'll take care of this! You just get out of here. Now GO!
Owain: R-right!
(Scene transition)
Henry: Well, that took care of that! Nya ha! Are you all right?
Owain: Gods, not again...
Henry: Hmm?
Owain; Why?! Why did you take that arrow for me?! You could have died! This is how it happens, you know! This is exactly... Er...
Henry: This is how what happens?
Owain: *Sob* Oh, Father... *sniff*
Henry: Hey, are you crying? What's wrong?
Owain: I... *sigh* No, nothing. Nothing is wrong. It was...just more improv, all right? Just forget I said anything. More importantly, we need to get that shoulder looked at. I'll go get Mother.
Henry: Aw, it's not that bad! I'm barely bleeding! Mmm... Bloood...
A Support[]
Owain: Father, how's the shoulder?
Henry: Fine, thanks. Nearly healed. It wasn't much of a wound to begin with, fortunately.
Owain: Good. I don't know what I'd do if... if I got you killed again.
Henry: Ah, I get it now. So I die protecting you in the future, is that it?
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!
Henry: At least it sounds like I died with no regrets.
Owain: So yes, that's why when I saw you took a hit for me, I... I lost control. All those feelings of guilt and shame returned. I just couldn't stand it.
Henry: Aw, I'm sorry to have dredged up those painful memories, Owain. But more than that, I'm sorry I left you by yourself in the future...
Owain: Father, no! You never left me! I never felt alone—not once! You and Mother were always with me because you were WITHIN me! I'm the scion of a heroine who gave me life and a hero who gave his life to save mine.
Henry: Wait. So all this talk about having the blood of heroes in you... You were talking about your mother and me? Owain, that's so— ...Wait a second. Why does OUR blood rage and boil at the drop of a hat? Lissa and I really don't seem the type to have such unruly fluids...
Owain: Well, yes, the part about my blood raging may have been for... dramatic effect.
Henry: ...Er, 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? From now on, we fight injustice together!
Henry: Ha! Thanks, Owain. But you're more than just my legacy. You've done plenty in your own right. Your mother and I are 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!
Henry: Heh. Well, it's good to hear you're back to your old self, at least. Now let's talk some more about this blood of yours...
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?!
Henry: It's time for a bloody battle, ha ha! Come on, let's get marching! If you're mad, be mad at yourself for losing track of time.
Inigo: Oh, heh heh heh... Whoops... All right, time to go trounce some enemies and find a village lass to reward my efforts!
Henry: ......
Inigo: You're staring, Father. Is there something on my face?
Henry: Just wondering if you were like this in the future, too.
Inigo: Depends on what you mean by "like this", I suppose.
Henry: For someone who came from an apocalyptic hellscape, you're awfully carefree! Seems like you haven't a care in the world past whose bed you'll be sharing tonight. You don't seem to have much in the way of passion or drive. ...You know?
Inigo: No drive?! I'll have you know I'm EXTREMELY driven!
Henry: You are, huh?
Inigo: Indeed! I will not rest until every woman in the realm swoons at just hearing my name!
Henry: ...Your purpose in life is to be popular with girls? You literally traveled across time...to be popular with girls?!
Inigo: To be popular with ALL girls. Genius, I know. But stop, Father. You're making me blush.
Henry: That's a little weird, even for me.
Inigo: What? It never bothered you when Mother would blush in front of you!
Henry: That's because she's your mother. Am I going to have to curse you? Oops! There's the warning trumpet. Time for us to mosey!
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 Support[]
Inigo: Ow! This one's pretty bad. I can't go back to camp like this...
Henry: Something wrong, Inigo? Everyone else has already headed back.
Inigo: F-Father?! Er, I just...thought I saw a cute milkmaid at the edge of the battlefield!
Henry: ...You're a worse liar than your mother. I can smell the blood on you!
Henry: Wowzers, this is a serious injury! Why didn't you say something?
Inigo: What, and ruin my reputation? The ladies want Inigo the Invincible.
Henry: Oh, come on!
Inigo: ...Father?
Henry: You can barely walk, and you're still thinking about girls?! Be serious for once! It's like you traveled back from the future just to fool around or something... Honestly, I'm disappointed. I thought you'd be better than that.
Inigo: ...... You don't know a damned thing! You're the one who's clueless, Father!
Henry: Muh?
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?!
Henry: Hey, I didn't—
Inigo: You may think me a dandy and a fool, but a lot of people depended on me in the future. Every day, I was out there fighting Risen and risking my life. With everyone looking to me to be strong, I had no choice. I HAD to be invincible. I couldn't complain or show any weakness. Not with everyone else struggling in that damn war-torn wasteland... Even with you and Mother gone, I had to pretend I was fine. That I wasn't hurting. I had to fight every day of my sorry life and wear a smile while I did it!
Henry: ......
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.
Henry: Inigo, listen...
Inigo: That said, I do appreciate the concern... I'll get the leg looked at.
Henry: ......
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Henry: Hey, Inigo! Got a second?
Inigo: Hey, Father! Here, have a look! My leg's all healed, see?
Henry: That's great!
Inigo: Thanks for making me get it looked at. ...And...I'm sorry to have worried you.
Henry: Nah, I'M sorry. For what I said. It was pretty insensitive of me. You've been fighting with all you've got. I shouldn't have criticized you.
Inigo: Pfft, you still thinking about that? Ancient history. Plus...it was my fault, too.
Henry: Still...
Inigo: Seriously, it's fine! Cheer up!
Henry: Huh?
Inigo: Being all gloomy just doesn't suit you. Let's see a smile on that face!
Henry: Ah ha ha! Stop that! S-stop! Don't grab my cheeks! 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?
Henry: ...THAT was why you came back? To make me HAPPY?!
Inigo: Well...yeah. you, and me, and everybody. The whole world, I guess. Anyway, I suppose I'm okay telling you that now.
Henry: Aw, you can tell me anything.
Inigo: You say that now, but I don't want to hear any complaints once I get going! I may be all smiles on the outside, but I'm actually pretty sensitive. And pessimistic. ...Oh, and I cry at the drop of a hat. Whenever a girl turns me down, I'm a complete mess for days.
Henry: Ha! You can stop kidding now, Inigo. I'm already smiling.
Inigo: Oh, I'm not kidding... All that stuff about the girls—it was never part of the act.
Henry: Well, that's fine...in moderation, of course. You're a strong man, Inigo, and I couldn't be prouder of you. But no one is invincible, and you shouldn't pretend to be. If something's wrong, come to me! We'll figure it out together.
Inigo: Father... I knew you loved me, but... Oh, thank you!
Henry: Waugh! N-neck! Inigo, my neck! Too tight! C-can't breathe!
Inigo: I-it's your own fault! I don't think you've ever said anything like that to me before! And listen—the same goes for you. Whatever the problem, I'll help. I'll be damned if I'm going to lose you twice.
Brady: Tea's ready. It's the, uh... The whatsit kind. From that place. You know, the expensive junk.
Henry: Huh...?
Brady: Well...? Whaddya waitin' for? A royal invitation? It's all set and ready to go—just the way ya like it.
Henry: Uh, Brady?
Brady: Let's step it up, old-timer! Tea ain't gettin' any hotter!
Henry: Well, all right... *sip* ...Sooo, Brady?
Brady: Yeah?
Henry: What did you mean, "just the way I like it"? I hardly ever drink tea.
Brady: Whaddya mean? You drink it every day. You never miss teatime.
Henry: Nya ha! I've had the odd cup here or there, but I've never had a "teatime" in my life.
Brady: ...WHAT?! Ma told me to join ya in your daily tea ritual! Even gave detailed instructions! Wait... Did she make it all up?
Henry: Considering I don't even know what a "tea ritual" is, I'm guessing she did.
Brady: That dirty... I bet she's laughing her head off right about now!
Henry: Er, what exactly did she tell you?
Brady: Oh, don't you worry, I'm gonna have me a nice, long chat with dear ol' Ma! You just sit there and drink your damn tea. So long, old-timer! ...Oh, and set this on top of the pot. It keeps the tea warm.
Henry: Nya ha! When did my life get so weird?
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Brady: Sorry about last time, old-timer.
Henry: What, the tea? Come on, you don't have to apologize for that! I was happy for the chance to chat.
Brady: Well, good. But I still feel bad you wound up drinking alone. Anyway, I brought my violin by way of apologizin'.
Henry: ...Sorry?
Brady: Yeah, exactly. I wanna say I'm sorry, and I heard that requires a violin performance.
Henry: It...does?
Brady: What, were ya born in a barn? Course it does! I gotta tickle the catgut for three songs, then do a backflip. That's when you stand up and start clappin' and cheerin' and throwin' roses. ...Er, at least, that's what Ma said.
Henry: Nya ha ha! Brady, listen up... No one has ever apologized to me that way before. ...EVER. Your mother's just having fun with you again.
Brady: What, AGAIN?! Oh, that tears it! I'm gonna—
Henry: Brady, wait.
Brady: What?!
Henry: As long as you're here, let's just have a nice chat and forget about Maribelle. I mean, If not for her crazy stories, you probably wouldn't have come by, right?
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.
Henry: Great! Pull up a seat...
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Brady: And then Ma pulls out that li'l umbrella of hers, and she says—
Henry: Nya ha ha!
Brady: ...What are ya laughing for? I ain't even at the punchline yet.
Henry: Aw, I'm just glad we're able to talk like this, Brady. I gotta admit, I was a little weirded out the first time we met.
Brady: Yeah, well. Sorry I'm all scary. I guess if you don't like it, do a better job raising the real deal.
Henry: What, you mean the Brady from this era?
Brady: Yeah. I ain't your real son, anyway. I mean, not exactly.
Henry: ...... Brady, I...
Brady: Aw, what? What's with that face? I don't need no pity. Unlike some of the other kids, I ain't jealous of the Brady from this timeline. We're two different cats, yeah? No hard feelings. Once the real one's born, you can forget about me. I'll bow out all graceful-like.
Henry: Hey! How can you say that after we've gotten so close? You think I'd just cast you aside once my son is born? I'd never do that! You're my friend, Brady. AND my son!
Brady: Pop, I... *sniff* Aw, damn. I'd decided not to cry, but 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.
Henry: Aw, I could never forget you, Son. I'll remember you untill the day I die a horrible, bloody death! Oooooo... Blooooood...
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!
Henry: Nya ha! Then it's settled. Guess I've got no choice but to stick around!
Kjelle: Are you free, Father? I could use a sparring partner.
Henry: Oh, Kjelle... I'd love to, but...maybe not today...
Kjelle: Father, you're pale as a ghost! And sweating! What's wrong?!
Henry: I-it's nothing. I'm f-fine... Save for my stomach...
Kjelle: Are you injured? Who did this to you?! Give me a name, and I'll—
Henry: B-breakfast...
Kjelle: ...Someone named "Breakfast"?
Henry: N-no... I ate breakfast, and then...this happened... N-not just me... Everyone in camp is in...the same shape... If you haven't eaten...s-stay away... Save yourself...
Kjelle: ......
Henry: Hrrgh... And I thought Sully's cooking was bad... Whoever made this is...is...
Kjelle: ...Is your daughter.
Henry: ...What?
Kjelle: I'm sorry, Father. ...I thought it turned out so well.
Henry: N-no, it's not...that... I mean...urrgh... It was d-delicious... I'm sure the...searing pain is...coincidental...
Kjelle: You just said that everyone who ate it got sick! Oh, this is so embarrassing!
Henry: W-wait! Kjelle! C-come back! Don't go... I'll... Bluuurp! Oh, gods... H-here it comes... Nya haaa...
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Kjelle: HAH! RRRAGH! YAAAH!
Henry: Kjelle, you seem to be training especially hard today.
Kjelle: if I can't do my share of the cooking, I'll have to do a larger share of the fighting.
Henry: Oh, so...you're not cooking again?
Kjelle: Would you want me to, after last time?! You saw how that day's battle played out. All our soldiers clutching their guts, legs quivering like newborn deer... And the smell... Oh, gods, the smell... If the enemy hadn't been so horrified, we might all be dead!
Henry: Nya ha! It was certainly a...challenging day. Aw, but nobody's perfect—I'm sure it was just a fluke! I know I, for one, would like to try your cooking again.
Kjelle: NO!
Henry: Huh?
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.
Henry: Oh come now, it wasn't THAT bad...
Kjelle: I still remember the sound...that horrible sound... Dozens of people, all fa—
Henry: All right! Fair enough. ...Look, what if I gave you a few pointers? If we manage to come up with something tasty, we can share it with everyone!
Kjelle: Hmm... All right, let's try it! ...And thanks.
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Henry: Nya ha! The soup smells great! Nice work! I'm sure everyone'll be eager for a taste.
Kjelle: Thanks. I had a good teacher. I had no idea you knew so much about cooking!
Henry: I learned a lot after marrying your mother. It was that or starve...
Kjelle: Ha! You two really get along so well, don't you?
Henry: Yes, I guess we do...
Kjelle: ...... ...Heh heh.
Henry: 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.
Henry: Kjelle...
Kjelle: But hey, enough of that. Didn't mean to get all misty. Let's dig in to this soup! *slurp*
Henry: Kjelle, I know you're a strong type who doesn't like to ask for help... But you can, you know? If there's anything I can ever do, just name it.
Kjelle: Weeell... I guess one thing comes to mind, actually.
Henry: Yeah?
Kjelle: Keep teaching me to cook! This soup tastes like dishwater...
Henry: *Slurp* ...BLECH! You weren't kidding.
Kjelle: Actually, I've had better dishwater...
Henry: Right, then. I can at least get you cooking food that tastes like food!
Cynthia: Now then, let's see what the flowers say. Option one, option two, option three...
Henry: Uh, Cynthia? Why are you plucking the petals off that poor dandelion?
Cynthia: Oh, hello, Father! You're just the person I wanted to see! I'm using flower fortunes to choose an entrance flourish for the next battle! Buuuut I'm still having problems deciding, so I need to know what you think.
Henry: Sorry, I don't know anything about flower fortunes OR "entrance flourishes."
Cynthia: Well then, let me just lay them out, and you can decide what sounds best. The first option is to ignite a huge plume of purple smoke and come racing out of it!
Henry: Wowzers!
Cynthia: Option two is to step onto the field amidst a shower of fluttering violet petals...
Henry: ...Ooo-kay.
Cynthia: Option three is to suddenly burst out of a farmhouse in the middle of the battlefield!
Henry: ......
Cynthia: So, what do you think, Father? Which would you prefer?
Henry: Well, they all sound pretty crazy, but ...Maybe the falling-petals one?
Cynthia: Wait, truly? Well, THAT's a surprise! I didn't think it was your style at all. But if that's what you want, I'll start collecting petals!
Henry: Cynthia, this entrance you're planning... It isn't for me, is it?
Cynthia: Of course it is, silly! Why else would I ask your opinion? Hee! I'm surprised you chose the flowers, but I'm glad you did. It's my favorite!
(Cynthia leaves)
Henry: N-no, wait! Hang on, Cynthia! Heh. All right, then...
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Cynthia: I am SO sorry, Father.
Henry: I should hope so! You nearly buried me alive under all those blasted petals!
Cynthia: I know. I asked Mother to help out, and we ended up collecting thousands!
Henry: You roped Sumia into helping you with this ridiculous project?
Cynthia: Of course! We wanted to do something special for our dear father and husband! But you DID look really dashing and heroic out there in the field! ...At least, you would have, if anyone could have seen you in that blizzard of petals.
Henry: *Sigh* In any case, no more entrance flourishes. Understood?
Cynthia: Aww, but I had SO many more wonderful ideas! ...Can I at least pick a special catchphrase for you to shout at the start of battle?
Henry: Cynthia, as fun as it is to slay our foes, we're not playing games out there.
Cynthia: ...I-I know. I'm sorry. I just want to make you happy and give us something fun to talk about and... Oh, pegasus poop! I just don't know what to do! I mean, what ARE fathers and daughters supposed to do together?
Henry: Aw, heck, Cynthia, don't be silly! You don't have to knock yourself out trying to think of fun things for us to share. Just spending time with you is enough for me.
Cynthia: Truly? Just...being together is enough?
Henry: Yep.
Cynthia: Oh, Father! You're SUCH a great guy! It's no wonder Mother fell in love with you! Even if you're just being polite, you're doing it because you like me! You're the BEST!
Cynthia: Father! Will you brush my hair? Pleeease?
Henry: Er, I'm sorry, Cynthia, but I'm a little busy at the moment... You haven't left my side lately... Are you sure you don't have other things to do?
Cynthia: Well, you said that spending time with me was fun! Riiight? Hey, why don't you come to town with me? We'll spend the whole day together!
Henry: What—now?
Cynthia: Yes, now! We'll walk the streets and visit the market and hold hands the whole time! Then we can find a tasty cake shop and when evening falls we can go caroling and—
Henry: All right, Cynthia, that's enough now. Look, I know we're family, but even family needs time apart sometimes.
Cynthia: —and eat pie, and it'll totally be the best day ever!
Henry: Um, are you even listening?
Cynthia: You...will remember me, won't you, Father? Even once the Cynthia of this world is born?
Henry: ......
Cynthia: You see, I DO understand how this time-travel stuff works. I know that you're not my real father. That man exists in another history. So, as soon as the me from this time is born, I promise to leave you alone. It's just that...until that happens, I want us to spend as much time together as we can. Then, when you have a proper family, at least we'll still have our memories.
Henry: I guess I didn't realize...
Cynthia: Oh, don't get me wrong. I'm ever so grateful for this time. You've shown me what it's like to have a father, and you've been so nice to me. But I know that, in the end, your love is meant for the other me.
Henry: Well, heck... *sniff*
Cynthia: Father, are you...crying? Oh, silly! I didn't mean to make you sad... It's nothing to be sad about! Besides, we can't very well have my hero all teary eyed, can we?! I don't want to remember you like this. I want to remember you how you really were. Strong, and kind, and brave... My father, my hero...and my friend.
Severa: Hey! I think it's time for Daddy-Daughter Day!
Henry: Nice! ...Er, but 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!
Henry: You're right—I should count my blessings. Well, then? Where shall we go?
Severa: Into town! I spotted a whole line of shops with the CUTEST dresses...
Henry: Dresses, huh? Well, I suppose you're at that age...
Severa: Age? Hee hee! In this timeline, you're not much older than I am, Daddy!
Henry: Hmm... No, I guess I'm not!
Severa: I bet most people seeing us side by side would think we were brother and sister.
Henry: Um, yeah... Kind of an odd thought, huh?
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?
Henry: Wha—?! No way! I think you're totally adorable, honey!
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?
Henry: I could never hate you, Severa. And I'm sure your mother won't mind. You're our daughter, you know? You can have whatever you like.
Severa: Oh, thank you. Daddy! I love you so much!
Henry: Nya ha! I love you too, Severa!
Severa: (...Pffft. Too easy.)
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Severa: Thanks again for all the shopping, Daddy! I felt like a total princess when you bought everything I asked for!
Henry: Most royal houses couldn't afford to shop the way you just did...
Severa: Daddy, are you listening?
Henry: What? Y-yes, dear, I'm listening.
Severa: Good, good. So! I'd just looove to go an another shopping spree with you! I spotted the most precious little accessory shop in a town near here the other day!
Henry: Sorry, kiddo, but no can do.
Severa: Huh? Why not? Did I do something wrong? Daddy, are you... Are you mad at me?
Henry: Spare me the wounded treatment. No means no. We just bought you plenty.
Severa: FINE, then! FINE! I guess I'll just wear RAGS! ...GAWDS!
Henry: Yeesh, talk about an attitude change! Am I gonna have to sling a curse? Look. I'm not saying I won't buy you anything ever...
Severa: Ooooooh, you're not?!
Henry: I'm just saying you'll have to earn it. If you help out around camp with chores and stuff, I'll treat you to something nice.
Severa: EXCUSE me? What is this—my allowance?! I'm not a child!
Henry: No? Then why are you acting like one? This is for your own good, Severa. A little hardship at this age builds character.
Severa: I dealt with a LOT more hardship back in the future, thank you!
Henry: No dice. My decision is final. I won't continue to just buy you whatever you want. If there's something you want, you'll have to work for it.
Severa: FINE! Whatever! ...I'll do your stupid chores. But I expect some SERIOUS returns, is that clear?!
Henry: Nya ha! We'll see, now, won't we!
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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!
Henry: 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.
Henry: ...And that pile of broken swords behind you?
Severa: It's not my fault they're defective! They all, like, fell apart and stuff! Sorry I'm not PERFECT at everything like Mother. Sorry I'm SO STUPID! I get it—I'm useless! You should just drown me in a sack...
Henry: Okay, you miiight be 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.
Henry: ......
Severa: ...Well? If you have something to say, just say it!
Henry: I'm not disappointed, Severa. I couldn't be happier that you came back to us!
Severa: Oh, please. Are you mocking me? Do you really think I'm that stupid? All my life, every time I mess something up, people compare me to Mother! And you're closer to her than anyone! I KNOW you think I don't measure up.
Henry: Come on, Severa! You're your own woman! I wouldn't compare you to anyone. You're my daughter and my treasure, and I know your mother feels the same.
Severa: Wha—?!
Henry: I love you, kiddo, and I'm behind you no matter what happens. So no more talk of being a disappointment! It makes me feel like I failed you as a father.
Severa: What? No! Daddy, you didn't! *sniff* I'm sorry! I... I didn't... WAAAAAAAAAAH...
Henry: Don't cry. You've been through a lot, I know, but it's all right now. I'm sorry for saying you needed more hardship before. I know it's been hard... But I'll do all that I can to keep you from ever suffering again. And hey—you HAVE been doing your chores. So how about that reward now?
Severa: No. I don't need it. I don't need anything but you, Daddy! But if you die on me again, I'll never forgive you!
Henry: I'm not going anywhere this time. I promise.
Gerome: Then why are you talking to me? I'm not here to make friends.
Henry: Apparently not! But what about family?
Gerome: ......
Henry: I was thinking: we're father and son... Maybe it's time we started acting like it. Lucina calls Chrom "Father," you know? We could start there!
Gerome: You may look like my father, but you are not the same man. My father is dead and gone. ...You are a stranger.
Henry: Wow! Is everyone this blunt in the future? Nya ha! Look, I know your true father is gone, and I'm sure you must miss him greatly. ...But I thought maybe our relationship could help heal that wound.
Gerome: Then you are a fool.
Henry: Hey! Mind your mouth! I'm only offering this out of a sense of—
Gerome: This conversation is over. I have business elsewhere. I must feed and clean Minervykins before bedtime.
Henry: ...Minervykins?
Gerome: Er, that is... I did not mean to... Bah! Your stupidity is contagious!
(Gerome leaves)
Henry: *Sigh* That boy...
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Henry: Hey-o, Gerome. Have you been taking good care of little Minervykins?
Gerome: I did NOT call her that! The very idea is ludicrous! ...You must have misheard.
Henry: Nya ha! No need to get your smallclothes in a twist, Gerome. Cherche sometimes calls her wyvern Minervykins, too. Eventually, I picked up the habit as well.
Gerome: Oh... Er, right. I knew that.
Henry: Heh heh. You're kinda adorable when you're flustered.
Gerome: ......
Henry: Don't you glare at me, young man, or I'll curse you into next week! I don't want to curse my own son, but I totally will!
Gerome: ...I'm not afraid of you.
Henry: Yeah, I know. It's because I'm not very scary. Nya ha ha! Though I gotta say, seeing you so angry reminds me quite a bit of Cherche.
Gerome: What do you mean?
Henry: Mmm? Oh, er, nothing... Hey! Is that your Minerva over there?
Gerome: It is.
Henry: Hmm, more intimidating than Cherche's... Scarier, more ferocious...
Gerome: Truly? In the future, people oft remarked she was the prettiest wyvern in the realm. Just look at those big, smokey eyes... She's such a cutey-poo! Er, I mean... Um... You tricked me into saying that!
Henry: Nya Ha! I didn't trick you into anything! You said it all by yourself!
Gerome: That's it. I'm leaving. WE'RE leaving. ...Minerva, to me!
(Gerome leaves)
Henry: Nya ha ha! He really is adorable when he's flustered...
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Henry: Hey-o, Gerome. Spending some quality time with Minerva again, I see?
Gerome: ...Why do you insist on following me everywhere?
Henry: Geez, you make my rampant stalking sound so sinister! I just wanted to talk about our relationship again. About being father and son. Now that I've seen your sensitive side, I thought we might—
Gerome: I have no sensitive side.
Henry: Uh, right. But remember when you said Minerva was a cutey-poo? The look of love that flitted across your face was so tender and sincere, I—
Gerome: MINERVA, ATTACK! RIP HIS LYING MOUTH OFF HIS FAT, LYING FACE! ...... ...Er, Minerva?
Henry: Nya ha! Minerva would never attack me! She knows I'm family. There, there, little Minerva. You remember me, don't you?
Gerome: M-Minerva? ...Do you truly consider this buffoon part of our family? ...... ...I see. Very well, Minerva. If that is what you wish...
Henry: Sooo... what did Minerva say?
Gerome: Hmph. You claim to be part of the family, but you can't understand her?
Henry: Usually I can, yeah. ...But she was mumbling.
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 so poorly. ...Father.
Henry: ...Did you just call me Father?
Gerome: Don't get used to it. ...Minerva, to me! We're leaving!
Henry: Wait! Say it again! Come on! Don't make me curse you!
Morgan: Hmm... I wonder why I have no memory of my father... All my memories of Mother are so crisp and clear... I remember what an amazing tactician she was, all the time we studied together... But nothing at all about my father. It's one big blank.
Henry: Whatcha up to, Morgan?
Morgan: Father! That's amazing! I was just thinking about you! Is this fate?! This is totally fate! Family-style fate! ...Wait, no. How did Mother put it? "We're not pawns of some scripted fate. It's the invisible ties we forge that bind us." So yeah, it's not fate. It's the whole invisible bond-link...thing!
Henry: If you say 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?
Henry: I suppose I could help. After all—
Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! I'll start preparing. Oh, I can't wait to get started!
Henry: Nya ha! He sure is full of beans, that kid...
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Morgan: Father? Do you have a moment?
Henry: Sure do!
Morgan: Perfect! Then let's get started on Project Get Memories of Dad Back! Step one—figuring 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?
Henry: Um... Let's hold off on the head smashing for now, all right? Let me think... Hmm, there is that one curse but...yeah, it'd probably kill you. Oh, I know! Maybe you could try staring at me for a while. You know, into my eyes.
Morgan: Argh, that's perfect! You're a genius! I must have seen your face a million times in the future. It's bound to bring SOMETHING back if I stare at it long enough. Okay, sorry to invade your personal space, 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?"
Henry: Er, right. Welp, back to the drawing board, I suppose.
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!
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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*
Henry: Huh? Are you crying?
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*
Henry: Morgan...
Morgan: *Sniff* S-Sorry. I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-my head! ...Wha—?!
Henry: Uh-oh. Head wounds are the worst. Are you okay?!
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.
Henry: Hey, neat! Take all the time you need. I'll be sure to help out however I can.
Henry: Hey, Yarne? Is there a reason you're staring at me like that?
Yarne: I'm trying to read your face and find out if you're cheating on Mother.
Henry: Wh-what?! Cheating? I'd never do such A thing! I've been faithful to Panne since the day I proposed!
Yarne: Oh, all right then... IF you're telling the truth...
Henry: Why would you think I was cheating?! ...Is someone spreading rumors?
Yarne: Nope. The idea just popped into my head the other day. You see, I got to thinking... What would happen to me if you suddenly decided Mother wasn't good enough?
Henry: Huh?
Yarne: See, I'd been assuming that all I had to do was make sure you both stayed alive. Eventually you'd have me, and poof! My existence would be guaranteed. But that would all change if you left Mother for another woman before I was born. The very instant you made the decision, I would just wink out of existence! The thought of it sends a chill down my spine. Brrrrrr...
Henry: Nya ha! Yeah, that would stink, eh?
Yarne: So I'm going to be keeping a VERY close eye on you to make sure you toe the line!
Henry: Now hold on just one minute!
Yarne: Don't worry, I'll make an exception for temporary dalliances during battle. ...Just so long as the fraternizing STAYS on the battlefield! Anyway, I've got to be going. But remember: I'm watching you!
(Yarne leaves)
Henry: Sheesh! What a worrywart...
B Support[]
Yarne: Ah. Hello, Father.
Henry: What's wrong, Yarne? You look like someone painted your coffin white.
Yarne: Thirteen yesterday, eight the day before. You know what I'm talking about?
Henry: Um... The number of fatal curses I slung upon our foes?
Yarne: NO! The number of times you spoke to a woman who WASN'T my mother! To think I actually believed you when you said you had no intention of cheating! You have no self-control at all, and I'm going to vanish as a result! I just know it!
Henry: Easy, Yarne. I was just being friendly. Pleasantries and tactics and all that.
Yarne: It sounded like more than that to me! Remember, taguel have excellent hearing.
Henry: *Sigh* Believe me, I know all about that... But you have to understand, I must talk to my fellow soldiers—men and women both. They often have great ideas about how to really mess with an enemy. I mean, what if someone said you couldn't talk to Lucina ever again?
Yarne: ...Well, I guess that would be a problem.
Henry: Of course it would! But I wish you would just trust me when I say I would never cheat on your mother...
Yarne: Well, you say that now... And perhaps you even mean it now... But what about the future? How do you know you'll never change your mind? I mean, you once promised me that you'd return home...but you never did...
Henry: ...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)
Henry: ...Ahh, I get it now. In Yarne's future, I die and become the memory of a broken promise...
A Support[]
Henry: There you are, Yarne! I was looking for you.
Yarne: What do you want, Father? I told you, I won't spy on you anymore.
Henry: That's not why I wanted to see you. I...wanna apologize. In the future, I promised to come back to you and...I didn't. I'm sorry.
Yarne: What does it matter if YOU apologize?! It wasn't YOU who abandoned me! It was a different you from a different time!
Henry: Yeah, I understand that. And I also know you're not my son. ...Not exactly, anyway.
Yarne: ......
Henry: We're not just from different times, but from different versions of time. And yet I think of you as my family all the same, ya know? I hope to give you the things that the father in your future couldn't. ...That is what you want, isn't it?
Yarne: I...I guess it is, yes. I know it's not right, but I can't help but think of you as my father. That's why I get scared whenever you talk to other women. I couldn't bear the thought of you leaving Mother and being someone else's father. It would be like losing him all over again.
Henry: Yarne, what if I made another promise? I swear by all that I hold dear that I will survive and that I will never abandon your mother. I love you both more than anything in this world. I would do anything for you.
Yarne: I...I don't know what to say. Except...thank you. Because this time, I believe you'll keep your promise.
Henry: Nya ha! Great!
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?!
Henry: I appreciate the sentiment, Yarne, but do you really have to pet me like a dog?!
Laurent: This is yours, I presume, Father? I found it lying on the ground. Do try to better secure your belongings in the future.
Henry: Nya ha! You sound just like your mother, Laurent.
Laurent: Naturally. She IS my mother.
Henry: Well, yeah, but still... You two are so alike, I sometimes wonder if you inherited anything from me!
Laurent: Don't be absurd, Father. Of course I did.
Henry: Oh yeah? Like what?
Laurent: Like...the color of my hair.
Henry: Well, yeah, but that's not exactly what I was talking about. Anything more substantive? Maybe you have a gift for cursing folks?
Laurent: Hmm, no. My bearing in that respect is profoundly normal. Very much to my relief, if I might be perfectly frank.
Henry: See, that's what I mean. You're always so serious and...wordy. You should try loosening up a bit. Maybe act a little more your age.
Laurent: We're at war, Father. Acting like a child is hardly behavior to be encouraged. Besides, I'm a grown man. Older than Lucina at this point, I suspect.
Henry: Wait, how could you be older than Lucina? She's already been born here, but your mother and I haven't had you.
Laurent: I... I fear I've no more time to chat today. Now if you'll excuse me.
Henry: Laurent, wait! ...What was that all about?
B Support[]
Henry: Hey-o, Laurent!
Laurent: Father. How may I help you?
Henry: I've been thinking about how you said you were older than Lucina... That makes no sense to me. Care to explain?
Laurent: It's fairly straightforward. Travel among era 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.
Henry: Ack, there's that much of a spread between where you landed? Er, when you landed?
Laurent: ...Indeed. Hence, I have aged three years more than she in the course of reaching this moment. Somewhere along the way, I passed her in terms of physical age.
Henry: Yikes. So you've been in this era for five years all by yourself?
Laurent: Yes. So as you see, I'm far too old to be indulging in childish behaviors. I trust that explanation has cleared up your confusion? Now, if you'll excuse me...
Henry: Laurent, wait! Why didn't you ever mention any of this before? Cut off from everyone else for five whole years... You must've been lonely!
Laurent: As I've said time and again, I am a grown man. ...I managed fine on my own.
Henry: Laurent...
A Support[]
Henry: Laurent.
Laurent: More questions, Father? I thought I was quite clear before.
Henry: Yep, you were. But today's different. Because today... Coochy coochy coo!
Laurent: Gah! Ah ha! Ah ha ha ha! S-stop that! F-Father, have you gone mad?!
Henry: Ah-hah! So you CAN smile!
Laurent: I beg your pardon?!
Henry: You're always so bent on being such a serious, proper adult. I worry that you put too much pressure on yourself.
Laurent: For the last time, I am not a child!
Henry: Age has nothing to do with it. It doesn't matter if you're older than Lucina. Or even older than me! You're still a child. You're MY child. ...You're my son.
Laurent: Er, I...
Henry: And you're not alone anymore, so stop isolating yourself. You've got friends, and you've got me.
Laurent: ...... You're right. All that time, it was... I was so lonely. Year after year, all alone... Wandering an era where I knew no one. Hoping to meet up with the others but knowing how 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...
Henry: Aw, I'm sorry I didn't find you earlier, Laurent. You forgive me, right? The important thing is, I'm here now, and I'm never gonna leave again!
Henry: Hey-o, Noire! What's wrong? Why are you crying?
Noire: *Sniff* I'm not... Mother cursed me to have a *sniff* runny nose for three days straight.
Henry: Nya ha ha! I'd never inflict such a useless curse on someone!
Noire: It's nothing new. *sniffle* Mother is always trying out some new spell or another. Every time she comes up with one she *sniiiiff* uses me as her guinea pig.
Henry: Aww Here, take my handkerchief.
Noire: Th-thank you... *HOOONK!*
Henry: Welp, I'm not exactly sure how to break a curse this strange, actually... But don't worry. I'll have a talk with your mother and get it cleared up.
Noire: Er...are you sure? That never really worked out for you in the future. Every time you talked back, Mother cursed you up to your eyeballs. ...Or sometimes she just cursed your eyeballs, and you cried yourself to sleep.
Henry: Nya ha! That's...kind of pathetic.
Noire: ...Yep. *sniff*
Henry: B-but that was a different me, right? Just wait—I'll prove you can depend on me!
Noire: Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really can be different this time around. *sniiiff*
B Support[]
Henry: *Sniff* I'm sorry, Noire... I feel like I really let you down... *sniff*
Noire: It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning... But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.
Henry: I'm not crying. *sniff* Your mother hit me with a five-day runny-nose curse.
Noire: Just like before...
Henry: Urgh... Guess you did say this was how it played out in the future... *sniff* But look on the bright side—at least your hex is broken now! *sniffle*
Noire: Yep, juuust like before. You'd always come to my rescue by taking on Mother's curses yourself.
Henry: I guess some things were just meant to be...
Noire: Maybe you're right. Maybe we're all fated to trace the same path as we did before...
Henry: Huh?
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 again if it means watching my life fall apart again? Why... *sniff*
Henry: *Sniff* Hey, don't cry!
Noire: FOOL! THESE ARE NO TEARS!
Henry: Uh-oh. Here we go...
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!
Henry: Er, Noire? Come back, Noire.
Noire: *Ahem* ...I'm sorry, Father. I think I need to step out and clear my head...
Henry: Noire, wait! There's no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*
A Support[]
Henry: Got a second, Noire?
Noire: Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?
Henry: Ta-daaa!
Noire: ...Eeeek! M-Mother's cursing implements! Gods, there's so many... Father, what are you planning to do to me?
Henry: Nya ha, nothing to you, Noire. I stole these from your mother so she couldn't put any more curses on you.
Noire: You...you took away Mother's tools? But...you never did anything like this before...
Henry: Before, you said we couldn't change anything. That we're bound by fate. Well, I thought maybe I could lay that fear to rest. If I did something the future me couldn't, it would prove everything can change.
Noire: Hmm... I guess that's true. The father I knew wouldn't even get near these tools, let alone take them.
Henry: I only changed because you came back to me, you know? And together, we can change anything. All of us—you, me, your mother...everyone.
Noire: Just please don't ever leave me again.
Henry: Nothing's taking me away from you again. ...Not even death.
Noire: That's...a little much, perhaps? But thanks.
Henry: Say, do you feel that? A sudden sense of foreboding? Fury rising from the shadows? A Risen ambush? No... Bears? Is it bears? No...Oh gods! It's your mother! And she's FURIOUS!
Noire: She must have realized you took all her toys.
Henry: I'd better take off before I test that whole "not even death" promise! Nya ha! Bye for now, Noire!
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!
Nah: *Sigh* Dealing with Mother is just so exasperating! All she ever does is play, play, play, as if she hasn't a care in the world!
Henry: What's wrong, Nah? You seem like you're in quite a mood.
Nah: Oh, hello, Father. I was just thinking about Mother again... How do you stand her? Don't you find her incredibly childish? Annoying, even? She spends almost all of her time running around camp playing games.
Henry: Nya ha! I was JUST thinking how the two of you are so alike in many ways... But no, I don't find her annoying. It's who she is—I wouldn't want her to change.
Nah: Tsk! Father, you're MUCH too kind. If you're always this tolerant, she'll never learn to act her age!
Henry: Well, I...
Nah: What do you like about her, anyway? I have no idea what you see in her... Unless...you rushed into marriage for some reason? Like you got her—
Henry: What?! That's just crazy talk! I knew exactly what I was getting into!
Nah: Oh? That's quite a protest there... I guessed right, didn't I?
Henry: No, no, no. I was well aware of her frivolous side. I find it...charming. Yeah, that's it. Charming.
Nah: You know what, Father? I don't believe you one bit. Come now, spit it out. Why DID you marry her?
Henry: Hey, that's enough! You shouldn't be talking about your mother like this.
(Henry leaves)
Nah: Hey, stop! Don't run away from me! WAAAAAAIT!
B Support[]
Nah: Father! Cornered you at last! It's time we finished our conversation.
Henry: Nah, you're insanely persistent, but that discussion is over. I'm not getting into any more detail about why I chose your mother, and that's that!
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!
Henry: Heh, you're a little young to understand about a "woman's heart," yourself.
Nah: ...Did you just mention my AGE?! Gods, forget what I said. It's a wonder any woman deigned to choose YOU...
Henry: Nah, I know what you're trying to do here. But don't forget, I AM your father. If you keep this up, I WILL get upset, and I WILL punish you...
Nah: Eep! S-sorry, Father. I didn't mean to make you angry...I swear.
Henry: All right, then... I appreciate the apology.
Nah: I've been selfish and unreasonable. Please find it in your heart to forgive me.
Henry: Yeah, of course. But—
Nah: I guess I've wasted enough of your time. I'll just be...going now.
Henry: No, wait.
Nah: Yes?
Henry: You seem so crestfallen... Are you all right?
Nah: *Sigh* I suppose I'll just have to deal with the crushing disappointment, won't I? I mean, if my father is going to become so angry over a simple, innocent question...
Henry: Um, yeah, well... See, it's just—
Nah: No, no. You don't have to explain. I'm used to dealing with hardship. Being spurned by my own father is just another drop in my bucket of torment. Hardly worth mentioning at all. Truly! ...Anyway, have a nice day.
Henry: B-b-but... Geez, is this really what I have to look forward to for the next decade?
A Support[]
Henry: Nah...
Nah: Why, hello, Father. What can I do for you?
Henry: About the other day, when you said you were used to disappointment... What exactly did you mean by that?
Nah: Oh, that... I was talking about growing up in my foster home.
Henry: Wait, so Nowi wasn't around to raise you?
Nah: No. I never knew either of my parents. I was sent to live with the family of one of my father's soldier friends. But my new family wasn't very welcoming to their semihuman-mongrel foster child.
Henry: Don't say that...
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...
Henry: ...Nah, I...
Nah: Wh-when I arrived here, I wanted to find out everything I could about them. *sniff* Th-that's why I keep asking so many questions and making you angry...
Henry: I'm sorry, Nah. I've been blind this whole time... I'll tell you anything you want know—even the embarrassing story of how we met... And if you're ever feeling lost or sad, I'll be right here for you. As long as I'm around, you won't ever be lonely again!
Nah: T-truly? Do you really mean it?! Oh, thank you, Father!
Henry: Nya ha! Of course! Now, tell me, what do you want to know?
Nah: Let's start with how you proposed to Mother! What'd you say? What'd you do?! I want to hear EVERYTHING, and don't leave out even the smallest detail!
Henry: Yikes. All right, well...as you know, your mother's always looked young, and...
