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With Chrom (Father)Edit

C SupportEdit

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

B SupportEdit

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

A SupportEdit

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

With Male AvatarEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Kjelle: *Huff, huff* Avatar!
  • Avatar: Goodness, what's wrong?! You look like you sprinted here!
  • Kjelle: Spar with me! No practice weapons! No quarter! Spar with me for true!
  • Avatar: I...didn't see that coming.
  • Kjelle: Those who lack strength have no place in this army. I will be the one to test you!
  • Avatar: You think me weak?
  • Kjelle: I will save judgments until we have crossed weapons. But I advise you not to take me lightly. I'm stronger than most men!
  • Avatar: I refuse your challenge. Only a fool risks injury in anything more than practice. And by your tone of voice, I'm guessing this is more than simple training.
  • Kjelle: Ha! Look at the craven! Are you so afraid of losing to a woman?
  • Avatar: I'm afraid that satisfying your idle curiosity isn't reason enough for me to fight. We've more than enough fighting to do as it is. Save it for our opponents.
  • Kjelle: Coward! Craven! Yellow belly! Gutless, recreant, fainthearted cur!
  • Avatar: Oh, for the love of... *sigh* Fine! Fine. We'll spar. But just this once!
  • Kjelle: Once will be enough. Have at you!

B SupportEdit

  • Kjelle: Avatar! I demand one more round!
  • Avatar: ...All right. But this is honestly the last and final time. Truly.
  • Kjelle: Then have at you!
  • Avatar: ...... You've lost.
  • Kjelle: What?! We've not even started!
  • Avatar: Look at your stance. You're too tense. You've lost before you've begun.
  • Kjelle: Are you mocking me, sir?!
  • Avatar: No, I'm informing you. That's the stance of someone relying solely on brute force. It won't work on me.
  • Kjelle: A hollow boast! But let's see how you handle... THIS! ...Gwaaagh?! S-so fast! How did you—
  • Avatar: You seem to forgo any tactic beyond blindly charging your foe. If so, you'd best get used to this bite of steel at your throat.
  • Kjelle: ...I yield.
  • Avatar: ......
  • Kjelle: I challenged you with the idea of gauging your skills, Avatar. But instead, I find my own prowess has been called into question. ...When you said I relied on brute force, it...upset me.
  • Avatar: You're a talented fighter, Kjelle. Just...reckless. I only know your weakness because I've watched your work. However, I'm hardly the best this world has to offer. Some opponents will see you coming a mile away. You won't stand a chance.
  • Kjelle: ......
  • Avatar: Perhaps I spoke too harshly. Forgive me. ...I'll leave you to your thoughts.
  • Kjelle: Damn him... He's right.

A SupportEdit

  • Kjelle: ...Hngh!
  • Avatar: Something wrong, Kjelle?
  • Kjelle: Er, I'm... It's nothing!
  • Avatar: You're hurt, aren't you?
  • Kjelle: I said it's nothing. A scratch.
  • Avatar: Even the smallest wound can fester. Let's have a look.
  • Kjelle: Ah!
  • Avatar: It's fresh... This is from that last battle? It's a clean cut, at least. Shouldn't even leave a scar, if treated soon enough. It must have been some opponent if they were able to leave such a memento.
  • Kjelle: She was...quite fearsome. The old me might not have survived the encounter.
  • Avatar: Before training, I mean?
  • Kjelle: Before sparring with you. Your words have made me stronger.
  • Avatar: You mean the bit about not relying on brute force? I'm happy to hear it was useful.
  • Kjelle: I had fought every previous battle on pure momentum. I fancied myself better than any man. Stronger. That's why I needed to face you twice; I couldn't believe the initial result. But strength is more than muscle alone. A keen eye, a quick mind... Any of these things can decide a battle as sure as might. It was you who taught me that.
  • Avatar: Glad to hear that, indeed, especially coming from your lips... Aaand...there. Wrapped up and ready to go. How does the bandage feel?
  • Kjelle: ...Just fine. Thank you.
  • Avatar: My pleasure.

S SupportEdit

  • Kjelle: Avatar!
  • Avatar: Kjelle... Is everything all right?
  • Kjelle: I need you to spar with me one last time. ...Please.
  • Avatar: I'm guessing your reasons are different than before?
  • Kjelle: They are. So will you grant me this request?
  • Avatar: No holding back. Agreed?
  • Kjelle: I'll come at you with all I have!
  • Avatar: Hyaaah!
  • Kjelle: Yaaah!
  • Avatar: Ngh! ...Yield! I yield! ...You win today, Kjelle. ...And now that you read me as well as I can read you, I doubt I'll ever win again. I'm certainly no match for your power.
  • Kjelle: ...... Thank you for indulging me. My head feels clear again. It's put my feelings in order.
  • Avatar: Oh?
  • Kjelle: I wasn't sure before, but now I know that... That I love you.
  • Avatar: Wait, you... I mean, I don't... Do you mean it?
  • Kjelle: I haven't stopped thinking of you since my first defeat at your hands. At first I thought I was just angry. My wounded pride and all... But that wasn't it. Or not all of it, anyway. Somewhere along the way, spite gave way to affection. I realized it was not anger that kept you in my thoughts. It was love.
  • Avatar: Kjelle, I... Thank you. It's hard for me to believe you really feel this way. Especially since I, too, have been entranced ever since our first duel. Seeing you throw yourself into training... It was quite the impressive sight. And attractive, if I may be so bold.
  • Kjelle: You may be so bold, sir. For you've become the source of that drive in me.
  • Avatar: Then I'm the one who should feel flattered. You're an incredible woman, Kjelle. From here on, we can spur each other on to greater heights. Be each other's drive.
  • Kjelle: I'd be honored, Avatar!
  • Kjelle: With you at my side, I feel as strong as newly-forged steel! I...I adore you.

With Male Avatar (Father)Edit

C SupportEdit

  • Kjelle: Are you free, Father? I could use a sparring partner.
  • Avatar: Oh, Kjelle... I'd love to, but...maybe not today...
  • Kjelle: Father, you're pale as a ghost! And sweating! What's wrong?!
  • Avatar: I-it's nothing. I'm f-fine... Save for my gut...
  • Kjelle: Are you injured? Who did this to you?! Give me a name, and I'll—
  • Avatar: B-breakfast...
  • Kjelle: ...Someone named "Breakfast"?
  • Avatar: 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: ......
  • Avatar: Hrrgh... And I thought Sully's cooking was bad... Whoever made this is...is...
  • Kjelle: ...Is your daughter.
  • Avatar: ...What?
  • Kjelle: I'm sorry, Father. ...I thought it turned out so well.
  • Avatar: 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!
  • Avatar: W-wait! Kjelle! C-come back! Don't go... I'll... Bluuurp! Oh, gods... H-here it comes...

B SupportEdit

  • Kjelle: HAH! RRRAGH! YAAAH!
  • Avatar: 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.
  • Avatar: 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!
  • Avatar: It was certainly a...challenging day. But nobody's perfect—I'm sure it was just a fluke. I know I, for one, would like to try your cooking again.
  • Kjelle: NO!
  • Avatar: ...I'm sorry?
  • Kjelle: What if it WASN'T a fluke? What if my cooking gets you KILLED next time?! Another breakfast from me could bring our entire army to its knees! Literally! Don't ask me to do that to my fellow soldiers and my family.
  • Avatar: Oh come now, it wasn't THAT bad...
  • Kjelle: I still remember the sound...that horrible sound... Dozens of people, all fa—
  • Avatar: All right! Fair enough. ...Look, what if I gave you a few pointers? I'm no whiz in the kitchen, but I've made my fair share of campfire breakfasts. If we manage to come up with something tasty, we can share it with everyone!
  • Kjelle: Hmm... All right, let's try it! ...And thanks.

A SupportEdit

  • Avatar: The soup smells great, honey! Good job. I'm sure everyone will be eager for a taste.
  • Kjelle: Thanks. I had a good teacher. I had no idea you knew so much about cooking!
  • Avatar: 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?
  • Avatar: Yes, I guess we do...
  • Kjelle: ...... ...Heh heh.
  • Avatar: 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.
  • Avatar: Kjelle...
  • Kjelle: But hey, enough of that. Didn't mean to get all misty. Let's dig in to this soup! *slurp*
  • Avatar: Kjelle, I know you're a strong girl who doesn't like to ask for help... But you can, you know? If there's anything I can ever do, just name it.
  • Kjelle: Weeell... I guess one thing comes to mind, actually.
  • Avatar: Yes, what is it?
  • Kjelle: Keep teaching me to cook! This soup tastes like dishwater...
  • Avatar: *Slurp* ...Oh, gods, it does.
  • Kjelle: Actually, I've had better dishwater...
  • Avatar: Right, then. I can at least get you cooking food that tastes like food!
  • Kjelle: That'd be plenty for me! Thanks!

With Female AvatarEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Kjelle: Torchlight glinting off polished steel... Imposing rows of fearsome visors... Ah, I never get tired of this sight.
  • Avatar: Kjelle? What are you doing here?
  • Kjelle: Ah, Avatar. Greetings. I was just admiring the armory. Don't you think it's lovely seeing all our gear lined up in neat little rows?
  • Avatar: I don't know that I ever thought about it... Armor is an interest of yours, I take it?
  • Kjelle: An interest? To say the least! In truth, I absolutely ADORE armor! It's both battlefield tool and work of art... It grants a warrior might and majesty. It's one of the main reasons why I became a knight, in fact.
  • Avatar: I suppose there is a certain something about a well-made suit of plate. Especially the elaborate models fashioned for nobles and royalty.
  • Kjelle: Ha! I should have guessed that you, of all people, would share my passion.
  • Avatar: Er, yes, well... Perhaps not to the same degree.
  • Kjelle: I could help with that. I could tell you everything I know about armor. I could deepen your knowledge and help fuel the fires of your passion!
  • Avatar: Oh. Yes, that's...very kind of you. Perhaps when we have more time.
  • Kjelle: Agreed then! Next chance we get, I'll treat you to my five-part lecture on chain mail. This is serious business, Avatar. Just remember: you requested it!
  • (Kjelle leaves)
  • Avatar: ...Did I?

B SupportEdit

  • Kjelle: Ha! There you are... I've been looking everywhere for you!
  • Avatar: (Damn! She found me!) Er, I mean... Hello, Kjelle.
  • Kjelle: Ready for my discourse on armor?
  • Avatar: Oh, right. See, the thing about that is... Well, to be completely honest... Look, I won't ever be as passionate as you about armor. I just won't. And I feel like I'd just be letting you down, so maybe it's best if we—
  • Kjelle: Nonsense! Give me enough time, and I guarantee to ignite your love for armor. If not as works of art, then as valuable equipment that keeps your soldiers safe. You're interested in being the best tactician you can be, right? Because if so, it's essential that you learn as much as you can about protective gear.
  • Avatar: Er, well, yes. I suppose that is...a point.
  • Kjelle: No need to thank me, truly. What are friends for? And there're no better friends than those united in a common love of helm and shield!
  • Avatar: I...can so hardly wait.
  • Kjelle: Then let's begin! *ahem* I should probably start by listing all the things one can enjoy about armor. First, the smell: a wonderful bouquet of tangy metal and warm, rich leather.
  • Avatar: See, you've lost me already, Kjelle. I think armor smells terrible. It's sweaty and gross, especially after we've been fighting for weeks.
  • Kjelle: Oh, Avatar, Avatar... Why are you fighting this? There's no need to mask your feelings. Listen to your heart! Let it sing!
  • Avatar: ...I honestly have no idea what you're talking about.
  • Kjelle: Moving on, then! What's next... Ah, yes! The sound of armor! Don't you just love it? CLINK-CLANK! CLINK-CLANK! *siiiiiigh* I could listen to it all day...
  • Avatar: (...My instinct was to run when I saw her coming. Why didn't I run?!) (*Sigh* Nothing for it now but to just stand here politely until she's done...)

A SupportEdit

  • Kjelle: Ah, there you are, Avatar. Are you ready for our next discussion on how to properly enjoy armor?
  • Avatar: Kjelle, you don't enjoy armor. You LOVE armor. You're consumed by it! Infatuated! Maybe even obsessed!
  • Kjelle: Obsessed? Me?
  • Avatar: Well, it's not necessarily a bad thing, of course... It's just...hard to talk with you about anything else, and, er...
  • Kjelle: No, no. It's fine. I get it, Avatar. I'm boring you, aren't I? I start talking about armor, and then I just won't shut up. Armor this and armor that and blah-dee blah-dee blaaah. You hate me now, don't you? You hate the very sight of me.
  • Avatar: What?! Kjelle, that's absurd! I...I enjoy your company very much. And I don't hate armor either, you know. You're just so serious about it! I mean, how did this happen? Where did this mad obsession even come from?
  • Kjelle: *Sigh* You want to know why I care about armor so much, Avatar? ...It's because armor was my only friend.
  • Avatar: I don't understand...?
  • Kjelle: In my future, humanity was on the verge of extinction. Risen roamed the land. My life depended on my armor. Long after my comrades and parents were dead and gone, it yet protected me. In the end, it was all I had left. It was constant. It never deserted me.
  • Avatar: ......
  • Kjelle: It's thanks to my armor that I'm still alive today to talk about it. Do you see now? Armor isn't just my gear. It's a friend to whom I owe my life.
  • Avatar: But that was then...Now you have something better you can rely on.
  • Kjelle: ...Better armor, you mean?
  • Avatar: No! Us, Kjelle! Your friends! Look around the camp. Don't you see how many people here care about you? When we all stand together, nothing can possibly harm you.
  • Kjelle: You make a convincing case, Avatar. But I don't simply want to protected—I want to protect my comrades in turn!
  • Avatar: No one asked any less of you, because we all feel the same. We all watch out for each other.
  • Kjelle: Now THAT'S the best kind of armor there is!

With Frederick (Father)Edit

C SupportEdit

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

B SupportEdit

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

A SupportEdit

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

With Sully (Mother)Edit

C SupportEdit

  • Sully: Phew... That's enough for today.
  • Kjelle: Yes, ma'am!
  • Sully: You're good, kid. Good enough to keep me on my toes.
  • Kjelle: I learned from my mother.
  • Sully: What, you mean me? Er, I mean, future me? Dammit! I can't wrap my head around all this time-travel business!
  • Kjelle: You fight just like the mother I knew. ...Which makes sense, I suppose.
  • Sully: That explains why you're so hard to beat. You know all my moves. Although, wait. There's one thing I don't understand...
  • Kjelle: What's that?
  • Sully: You're not great on horseback, are you? How'd that happen? I'd think I would've taught you better.
  • Kjelle: But you never taught me to ride.
  • Sully: What? Why not? Did you guys have to eat all the horses or something?
  • Kjelle: We had horses. What we lacked was talent. Or more specifically, I lacked it. You said I was a lost cause, so I wound up teaching myself. ...Poorly.
  • Sully: Huh.
  • Kjelle: So yeah, come to think of it, now's your chance.
  • Sully: Oh? My chance for what?
  • Kjelle: To teach me how to ride! I mean, it IS your fault I don't already know.
  • Sully: MY fault? How is it MY fault? I haven't done anything! I haven't even HAD you yet!
  • Kjelle: But you will! So come on, what do you say? Please?
  • Sully: ...Oh, fine. If you're so damn intent on learning, we'll work it into the regimen.
  • Kjelle: Perfect! Thanks, Mother.

B SupportEdit

  • Sully: All right. That's it for today's training.
  • Kjelle: Yes, ma'am! Thank you, ma'am! So? Am I any better on horseback? Maybe just a little?
  • Sully: ...What do you think?
  • Kjelle: Not...really? Maybe I really don't have the talent for it.
  • Sully: Talent is an excuse! You lack practice, not talent.
  • Kjelle: No... You're right. I'm sorry. I guess I just got frustrated.
  • Sully: Still, there IS something strange here...
  • Kjelle: How your own daughter could be such a poor rider?
  • Sully: No, not that. The fact that future me told you anything different than what I just told you myself.
  • Kjelle: That it's a matter of practice, not talent?
  • Sully: Yeah. I hate that word, "talent." Always have. So why would I ever say you lacked it?
  • Kjelle: Well, to be fair, you never used the word "talent"... I believe your exact words were "you're not suited for riding." But it's basically the same thing.
  • Sully: Hmm... Well I'm sure I wouldn't say it without some reason...
  • Kjelle: Uh-oh. Does that mean you're going to stop teaching me again?
  • Sully: I'm not damn quitter! We'll finish what we started or die trying.
  • Kjelle: Whew! Thanks!
  • Sully: Still, there's something funny about all of this...

A SupportEdit

  • Sully: You have a minute, Kjelle?
  • Kjelle: Did you need me, Mother?
  • Sully: Well, I think I figured out why I didn't teach you how to ride in the future.
  • Kjelle: Oh no! Does this mean you're going to stop giving me lessons?
  • Sully: Just listen: it takes a special talent to navigate a mount around a battlefield. But it's not the be-all, end-all of combat. Everyone has their own unique skill set. I think I probably wanted you to find your own way to fight.
  • Kjelle: But why? Riding is a crucial skill.
  • Sully: Because I'm your mother.
  • Kjelle: What?
  • Sully: One tiny slipup can cost a warrior her life out in the field. And if I saw a risk, no matter how small, I'd want to nip it in the bud.
  • Kjelle: But...you're teaching me now.
  • Sully: Well, uh... Look, maybe it took a little bit for the whole maternal thing to sink in. I agreed to teach you without really thinking about it. I acted like I was training a peer more than raising my daughter. ...Make sense?
  • Kjelle: So your thinking has changed?
  • Sully: Damn right it has! Spending all this time together, I feel a lot more...motherly. I think that's why I can see where future me was coming from. I would've been older than you, and worried about what you'd do when I was gone.
  • Kjelle: So you discouraged my riding since you wouldn't always be there to protect me? ...Huh. In other words, you did what you did because you cared about me.
  • Sully: It's just a guess. I mean, I can't very well go ask future me about it, right?
  • Kjelle: I suppose that means the end of my lessons. *sigh* It was fun while it lasted. I still think I'd be more effective on horseback, but I guess it's not meant to be.
  • Sully: Now just a damn minute—who said anything about giving up?
  • Kjelle: What? But you just... Aren't you saying you agree with why you stopped teaching me?
  • Sully: Yeah, maybe, if I was future me! But I'm NOW ME! We're practically the same age here! We can fight side by side for the rest of our lives, girly.
  • Kjelle: Then you'll keep training me?
  • Sully: Course I will! I'm sure I'd understand... Er, will understand... Er, whatever! And given we're both so young and fit, there's no excuse not to train hard! Hope you're ready to sweat...
  • Kjelle: ...J-just try to be a LITTLE gentle, would you?
  • Sully: I CAN'T HEAR YOU! LET'S GO, LET'S GO! MOVE IT!
  • Kjelle: Y-yes, ma'am!

With Virion (Father)Edit

C SupportEdit

  • Kjelle: Are you free, Father? I could use a sparring partner.
  • Virion: Ah, Kjelle... I'd love to, but...maybe not today...
  • Kjelle: Father, you're pale as a ghost! And sweating! What's wrong?!
  • Virion: I-it's nothing. I'm f-fine... Save for my innards...
  • Kjelle: Are you injured? Who did this to you?! Give me a name, and I'll—
  • Virion: B-breakfast...
  • Kjelle: ...Someone named "Breakfast"?
  • Virion: 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: ......
  • Virion: Hrrgh... And I thought Sully's cooking was bad... Whoever made this is...is...
  • Kjelle: ...Is your daughter.
  • Virion: ...Come again?
  • Kjelle: I'm sorry, Father. ...I thought it turned out so well.
  • Virion: 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!
  • Virion: W-wait! Kjelle! C-come back! Don't go... I'll... Bluuurp! Oh, gods... H-here it comes...

B SupportEdit

  • Kjelle: HAH! RRRAGH! YAAAH!
  • Virion: 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.
  • Virion: 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!
  • Virion: Yes, it was hardly our most shining moment... 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!
  • Virion: ...I'm sorry?
  • Kjelle: What if it WASN'T a fluke? What if my cooking gets you KILLED next time?! Another breakfast from me could bring our entire army to its knees! Literally! Don't ask me to do that to my fellow soldiers and my family.
  • Virion: Oh come now, it wasn't THAT bad...
  • Kjelle: I still remember the sound...that horrible sound... Dozens of people, all fa—
  • Virion: 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.

A SupportEdit

  • Virion: The soup has such an...elegant aroma! Nicely done, dear. I'm sure everyone will be eager for a taste.
  • Kjelle: Thanks. I had a good teacher. I had no idea you knew so much about cooking!
  • Virion: 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?
  • Virion: Yes, I suppose we do...
  • Kjelle: ...... ...Heh heh.
  • Virion: 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.
  • Virion: Kjelle...
  • Kjelle: But hey, enough of that. Didn't mean to get all misty. Let's dig in to this soup! *slurp*
  • Virion: Kjelle, I know you're a strong girl who doesn't like to ask for help... But you can, you know? If there's anything I can ever do, just name it.
  • Kjelle: Weeell... I guess one thing comes to mind, actually.
  • Virion: Do tell.
  • Kjelle: Keep teaching me to cook! This soup tastes like dishwater...
  • Virion: *Slurp* ...Oh, gods, it does.
  • Kjelle: Actually, I've had better dishwater...
  • Virion: Right, then. I can at least get you cooking food that tastes like food!
  • Kjelle: That'd be plenty for me! Thanks!

With Stahl (Father)Edit

C SupportEdit

  • Kjelle: Are you free, Father? I could use a sparring partner.
  • Stahl: Oh, Kjelle... I'd love to, but...maybe not today...
  • Kjelle: Father, you're pale as a ghost! And sweating! What's wrong?!
  • Stahl: I-it's nothing. I'm f-fine... Save for my gut...
  • Kjelle: Are you injured? Who did this to you?! Give me a name, and I'll—
  • Stahl: B-breakfast...
  • Kjelle: ...Someone named "Breakfast"?
  • Stahl: 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: ......
  • Stahl: Hrrgh... And I thought Sully's cooking was bad... Whoever made this is...is...
  • Kjelle: ...Is your daughter.
  • Stahl: ...What?
  • Kjelle: I'm sorry, Father. ...I thought it turned out so well.
  • Stahl: 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!
  • Stahl: W-wait, Kjelle! C-come back! Don't go... I'll... Bluuurp! Oh, gods... H-here it comes...

B SupportEdit

  • Kjelle: HAH! RRRAGH! YAAAH!
  • Stahl: 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 large share of the fighting.
  • Stahl: 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!
  • Stahl: It was certainly a...challenging day. But nobody's perfect— I'm sure it was just a fluke. I know I, for one, would like to try your cooking again.
  • Kjelle: NO!
  • Stahl: ...I'm sorry?
  • Kjelle: What if it WASN'T a fluke? What if my cooking gets you KILLED next time?! Another breakfast from me could bring our entire army to its knees! Literally! Don't ask me to do that to my fellow soldiers and my family.
  • Stahl: Oh come now, it wasn't THAT bad...
  • Kjelle: I still remember the sound...the horrible sound... Dozens of people, all fa—
  • Stahl: 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.

A SupportEdit

  • Stahl: The soup smells great, honey! Good job. I'm sure everyone will be eager for a taste.
  • Kjelle: Thanks. I had a good teacher. I had no idea you knew so much about cooking!
  • Stahl: 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?
  • Stahl: Yes, I guess we do...
  • Kjelle: ...... ...Heh heh.
  • Stahl: 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.
  • Stahl: Kjelle...
  • Kjelle: But hey, enough of that. Didn't mean to get all misty. Let's dig in to this soup! *slurp*
  • Stahl: Kjelle, I know you're a strong girl who doesn't like to ask for help... But you can, you know? If there's anything I can ever do, just name it.
  • Kjelle: Weeell... I guess one thing comes to mind, actually.
  • Stahl: Yes, what is it?
  • Kjelle: Keep teaching me how to cook! This soup tastes like dishwater...
  • Stahl: *Slurp* ...Oh, gods, it does.
  • Kjelle: Actually, I've had better dishwater...
  • Stahl: Right, then. I can at least get you cooking food that tastes like food!
  • Kjelle: That'd be plenty for me! Thanks!

With Vaike (Father)Edit

C SupportEdit

  • Kjelle: Are you free, Father? I could use a sparring partner.
  • Vaike: Hey, Kjelle... I'd love to, but...maybe not today...
  • Kjelle: Father, you're pale as a ghost! And sweating! What's wrong?!
  • Vaike: I-it's nothing. I'm f-fine... Save for my gut...
  • Kjelle: Are you injured? Who did this to you?! Give me a name, and I'll—
  • Vaike: B-breakfast...
  • Kjelle: ...Someone named "Breakfast"?
  • Vaike: 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: ......
  • Vaike: Hrrgh... And I thought Sully's cooking was bad... Whoever made this is...is...
  • Kjelle: ...Is your daughter.
  • Vaike: ...What?
  • Kjelle: I'm sorry, Father. ...I thought it turned out so well.
  • Vaike: 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!
  • (Kjelle leaves)
  • Vaike: W-wait! Kjelle! C-come back! Don't go... The Vaike'll... Bluuurp! Oh, gods... H-here it comes...

B SupportEdit

  • Kjelle: HAH! RRRAGH! YAAAH!
  • Vaike: Kjelle, you seem to be trainin' 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.
  • Vaike: So, uh... You ain't cookin' 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!
  • Vaike: Yeah, that was pretty ugly, all right. But hey, nobody's perfect. I'm sure it was just a fluke! The Vaike would be happy to give your cookin' another shot.
  • Kjelle: NO!
  • Vaike: Muh?
  • 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 it's knees! Literally! Don't ask me to do that to my fellow soldiers and my family.
  • Vaike: Yeesh, it wasn't THAT bad...
  • Kjelle: I still remember the sound...that horrible sound... Dozens of people, all fa—
  • Vaike: All right! I get it, I get it. ...Look, what if ol' Teach gave ya a few pointers in the kitchen? If we manage to come up with somethin' tasty, we can share it with everyone!
  • Kjelle: Hmm... All right, let's try it! ...And thanks.

A SupportEdit

  • Vaike: The soup smells great, honey! Good job. I'm sure everyone'll be dyin' for a taste.
  • Kjelle: Thanks. I had a good teacher. I had no idea you knew so much about cooking!
  • Vaike: I learned a lot after marryin' your mother. Was that or starve...
  • Kjelle: Ha! You two really get along well, don't you?
  • Vaike: Yeah, I guess we do...
  • Kjelle: ...... ...Heh heh.
  • Vaike: 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.
  • Vaike: Kjelle...
  • Kjelle: But hey, enough of that. Didn't mean to get all misty. Let's dig in to this soup! *slurp*
  • Vaike: Kjelle, I know you're a strong girl who doesn't like to ask for help... But ya can, ya know? If there's ever anythin' the Vaike can do, you just name it.
  • Kjelle: Weeell... I guess one thing comes to mind, actually.
  • Vaike: What's that?
  • Kjelle: Keep teaching me how to cook! This soup tastes like dishwater...
  • Vaike: *Slurp* ...Oh, gods, you ain't kiddin'.
  • Kjelle: Actually, I've had better dishwater...
  • Vaike: Right then! Teach'll have ya cookin' food that tastes like food in no time.
  • Kjelle: That'd be plenty for me! Thanks!

With Kellam (Father)Edit

C SupportEdit

  • Kjelle: Are you free, Father? I could use a sparring partner.
  • Kellam: I'm...surprised you found me... I'd love to, but...maybe not today...
  • Kjelle: Father, you're pale as a ghost! And sweating! What's wrong?!
  • Kellam: I-it's nothing. I'm f-fine... Save for my gut...
  • Kjelle: Are you injured? Who did this to you?! Give me a name, and I'll—
  • Kellam: B-breakfast...
  • Kjelle: ...Someone named "Breakfast"?
  • Kellam: 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: ......
  • Kellam: Hrrgh... And I thought Sully's cooking was bad... Whoever made this is...is...
  • Kjelle: ...Is your daughter.
  • Kellam: ...What?
  • Kjelle: I'm sorry, Father. ...I thought it turned out so well.
  • Kellam: 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!
  • Kellam: W-wait! Kjelle! C-come back! Don't go... I'll... Bluuurp! Oh, gods... H-here it comes...

B SupportEdit

  • Kjelle: HAH! RRRAGH! YAAAH!
  • Kellam: 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.
  • Kellam: 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!
  • Kellam: It certainly was a...challenging day. But nobody's perfect—I'm sure it was just a fluke. I know I, for one, would like to try your cooking again.
  • Kjelle: NO!
  • Kellam: ...I'm sorry?
  • Kjelle: What if it WASN'T a fluke? What if my cooking gets you KILLED next time?! Another breakfast from me could bring our entire army to its knees! Literally! Don't ask me to do that to my fellow soldiers and my family.
  • Kellam: Oh come now, it wasn't THAT bad...
  • Kjelle: I still remember the sounds...that horrible sound... Dozens of people, all fa—
  • Kellam: 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.

A SupportEdit

  • Kellam: This soup smells great, honey! Good job. I'm sure everyone will be eager for a taste.
  • Kjelle: Thanks. I had a good teacher. I had no idea you knew so much about cooking!
  • Kellam: 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?
  • Kellam: Yes, I guess we do...
  • Kjelle: ...... ...Heh heh.
  • Kellam: 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.
  • Kellam: Kjelle...
  • Kjelle: But hey, enough of that. Didn't mean to get all misty. Let's dig in to this soup! *slurp*
  • Kellam: Kjelle, I know you're a strong girl who doesn't like to ask for help...But you can, you know? If there's anything I can ever do, just name it.
  • Kjelle: Weeell... I guess one thing comes to mind, actually.
  • Kellam: Yes, what is it?
  • Kjelle: Keep teaching me how to cook! This soup tastes like dishwater...
  • Kellam: *Slurp* ...Oh, gods, it does.
  • Kjelle: Actually, I've had better dishwater...
  • Kellam: Right, then. I can at least get you cooking food that tastes like food!
  • Kjelle: That'd be plenty for me! Thanks!

With Donnel (Father)Edit

C SupportEdit

  • Kjelle: Are you free, Father? I could use a sparring partner.
  • Donnel: Heya, Kjelle... I'd love to, but...maybe not today...
  • Kjelle: Father, you're pale as a ghost! And sweating! What's wrong?!
  • Donnel: I-it's nothin'. I'm f-fine... Save for my gut...
  • Kjelle: Are you injured? Who did this to you?! Give me a name, and I'll—
  • Donnel: B-breakfast...
  • Kjelle: ...Someone named "Breakfast"?
  • Donnel: N-no... I ate breakfast, and then...this happened... N-not just me... Everyone in camp is in...about the same shape... If you haven't eaten...s-stay away... Save yourself...
  • Kjelle: ......
  • Donnel: Hrrgh... And I thought Sully's cookin' was bad... Whoever made this is...is...
  • Kjelle: ...Is your daughter.
  • Donnel: ...Come again?
  • Kjelle: I'm sorry, Father. ...I thought it turned out so well.
  • Donnel: N-no, it's not...that... I mean...urrgh... It was d-delicious... I'm sure this...bellyache is...pure coincidence...
  • Kjelle: You just said that everyone who ate it got sick! Oh, this is so embarrassing!
  • (Kjelle leaves)
  • Donnel: W-wait! Kjelle! C-come back! Don't go... I'll... Bluuurp! Oh, gods... H-here it comes...

B SupportEdit

  • Kjelle: HAH! RRRAGH! YAAAH!
  • Donnel: Kjelle, you seem to be trainin' extra hard today!
  • Kjelle: If I can't do my share of the cooking, I'll have to do a larger share of the fighting.
  • Donnel: Oh, so...you're not cookin' 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!
  • Donnel: It was a challengin' day, for sure. But no one's perfect—I'm sure it was just a fluke. I know I, for one, would love to try your cookin' again.
  • Kjelle: NO!
  • Donnel: Beg your pardon?
  • 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.
  • Donnel: Oh come now, it wasn't THAT bad...
  • Kjelle: I still remember the sound...that horrible sound... Dozens of people, all fa—
  • Donnel: *Ahem!* All right, I get ya. How about I help ya out by givin' ya a few cookin' pointers? If we manage to come up with somethin' tasty, we can share it with everyone! Deal?
  • Kjelle: Hmm... All right, deal. ...And thanks.

A SupportEdit

  • Donnel: Mmm, the soup smells great, honey! Good job. I'm sure everyone'll be itchin' for a taste.
  • Kjelle: Thanks. I had a good teacher. I had no idea you knew so much about cooking!
  • Donnel: I learned a lot after marryin' your ma. It was that or starve...
  • Kjelle: Ha! You two really get along so well, don't you?
  • Donnel: Yeah, I reckon we do...
  • Kjelle: ...... ...Heh heh.
  • Donnel: 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.
  • Donnel: Aw, Kjelle...
  • Kjelle: But hey, enough of that. Didn't mean to get all misty. Let's dig in to this soup! *slurp*
  • Donnel: Kjelle, I know you're a strong girl who doesn't like askin' for help... But you can, you know? If there's ever anythin' I can do, you just name it.
  • Kjelle: Weeell... I guess one thing comes to mind, actually.
  • Donnel: And what's that?
  • Kjelle: Keep teaching me how to cook! This soup tastes like dishwater.
  • Donnel: *Slurp* ...Ooh, you ain't kiddin'.
  • Kjelle: Actually, I've had better dishwater...
  • Donnel: Well, don't you worry. I'll have you cookin' food that tastes like food in no time!
  • Kjelle: That'd be plenty for me! Thanks!

With Lon'qu (Father)Edit

C SupportEdit

  • Kjelle: Are you free, Father? I could use a sparring partner.
  • Lon'qu: Oh, Kjelle... Sorry...maybe not today...
  • Kjelle: Father, you're pale as a ghost! And sweating! What's wrong?!
  • Lon'qu: I-it's nothing. I'm f-fine... Save for my gut...
  • Kjelle: Are you injured? Who did this to you?! Give me a name, and I'll—
  • Lon'qu: B-breakfast...
  • Kjelle: ...Someone named "Breakfast"?
  • Lon'qu: 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: ......
  • Lon'qu: Hrrgh... And I thought Sully's cooking was bad... Whoever made this is...is...
  • Kjelle: ...Is your daughter.
  • Lon'qu: ...What?
  • Kjelle: I'm sorry, Father. ...I thought it turned out so well.
  • Lon'qu: 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!
  • (Kjelle leaves)
  • Lon'qu: W-wait! Kjelle! C-come back! Don't go... I'll... Bluuurp! Oh, gods... H-here it comes...

B SupportEdit

  • Kjelle: HAH! RRRAGH! YAAAH!
  • Lon'qu: 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.
  • Lon'qu: Ah, 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 guys, 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!
  • Lon'qu: It was certainly a...challenging day. But nobody's perfect—I'm sure it was just a fluke. I know I, for one, would like to try your cooking again.
  • Kjelle: NO!
  • Lon'qu: ...?
  • 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.
  • Lon'qu: Oh come now, it wasn't THAT bad...
  • Kjelle: I still remember the sound...that horrible sound... Dozens of people, all fa—
  • Lon'qu: 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.

A SupportEdit

  • Lon'qu: The soup smells great. Good job. I'm sure everyone will be eager for a taste.
  • Kjelle: Thanks, I had a good teacher. I had no idea you knew so much about cooking!
  • Lon'qu: 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?
  • Lon'qu: I suppose so.
  • Kjelle: ...... ...Heh heh.
  • Lon'qu: 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.
  • Lon'qu: Kjelle...
  • Kjelle: But hey, enough of that. Didn't mean to get all misty. Let's dig in to this soup! *slurp*
  • Lon'qu: Kjelle, I know you're a strong girl who doesn't like to ask for help... But you can, you know. If there's anything I can ever do, just name it.
  • Kjelle: Weeell... I guess one thing comes to mind, actually.
  • Lon'qu: What's that?
  • Kjelle: Keep teaching me how to cook! This soup tastes like dishwater...
  • Lon'qu: *Slurp* ...Yes, it does.
  • Kjelle: Actually, I've had better dishwater...
  • Lon'qu: Right, then. I can at least get you cooking food that tastes like food.
  • Kjelle: That'd be plenty for me! Thanks!

With Ricken (Father)Edit

C SupportEdit

  • Kjelle: Are you free, Father? I could use a sparring partner.
  • Ricken: I would love to...but...maybe not today...
  • Kjelle: Father, you're pale as a ghost! And sweating! What's wrong?!
  • Ricken: I-It's nothing. I'm is fine... Save for my gut...
  • Kjelle: Are you injured? Who did this to you?! Give me a name, and I'll—
  • Ricken: B-breakfast...
  • Kjelle: ...Someone named "Breakfast"?
  • Ricken: N-no... I ate breakfast...then...this happened... N-not just Me... Everyone in camp is...in the same shape... If you have not eaten...s-stay away...save yourself...
  • Kjelle: ......
  • Ricken: Hrrgh... And I thought Sully's cooking was horrible... Whoever made this is...is...
  • Kjelle: ...is your daughter.
  • Ricken: ...What?
  • Kjelle: I'm sorry, Father. ...I thought it turned out so well.
  • Ricken: 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!
  • (Kjelle leaves)
  • Ricken: W-wait! Kjelle! C-come back! Don't go... I'll... Bluuurp! Oh gods... H-here it comes....

B SupportEdit

  • Kjelle: HAH! RRAGH! YAAAH!
  • Ricken: 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.
  • Ricken: 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!
  • Ricken: It was certainly a...challenging day. But nobody's perfect—I'm sure it was just a fluke. I know I, for one, would like to try your cooking again.
  • Kjelle: NO!
  • Ricken: ...I'm sorry?
  • Kjelle: What if it WASN'T a fluke? What if my cooking gets you KILLED next time?! Another breakfast for me could bring our entire army to its knees! Literally! Don't ask me to do that to my fellow soldiers and my family.
  • Ricken: Oh, come on now, it wasn't THAT bad...
  • Kjelle: I still remember the sound...that horrible sound... Dozens of people, all fa—
  • Ricken: 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.

A SupportEdit

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

With Gaius (Father)Edit

C SupportEdit

  • Kjelle: Are you free, Father? I could use a sparring partner.
  • Gaius: Oh, Kjelle... I'd love to, but...maybe not today...
  • Kjelle: Father, you're pale as a ghost! And sweating! What's wrong?!
  • Gaius: I-it's nothing. I'm f-fine... Save for my gut...
  • Kjelle: Are you injured? Who did this to you?! Give me a name, and I'll—
  • Gaius: B-breakfast...
  • Kjelle: ...Someone named "Breakfast"?
  • Gaius: 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: ......
  • Gaius: Hrrgh... And I thought Sully's cooking was bad... Whoever made this is...is...
  • Kjelle: ...Is your daughter.
  • Gaius: ...What?
  • Kjelle: I'm sorry, Father. ...I thought it turned out so well.
  • Gaius: 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!
  • Gaius: W-wait! Kjelle! C-come back! Don't go... I'll... Bluuurp! Oh, gods... H-here it comes...

B SupportEdit

  • Kjelle: HAH! RRRAGH! YAAAH!
  • Gaius: 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.
  • Gaius: 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!
  • Gaius: It was certainly a...challenging day. But nobody's perfect—I'm sure it was just a fluke. I know I, for one, would like to try your cooking again.
  • Kjelle: NO!
  • Gaius: ...I'm sorry?
  • Kjelle: What if it WASN'T a fluke? What if my cooking gets you KILLED next time?! Another breakfast from me could bring our entire army to its knees! Literally! Don't ask me to do that to my fellow soldiers and my family.
  • Gaius: Oh come now, it wasn't THAT bad...
  • Kjelle: I still remember the sound...that horrible sound... Dozens of people, all fa—
  • Gaius: 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. And if not, well...there's always candy, right?
  • Kjelle: Hmm... All right, let's try it! ...And thanks.

A SupportEdit

  • Gaius: The soup smells great, honey! Good job. I'm sure everyone will be eager for a taste.
  • Kjelle: Thanks. I had a good teacher. I had no idea you knew so much about cooking!
  • Gaius: 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?
  • Gaius: Yeah, I guess we do...
  • Kjelle: ...... ...Heh heh.
  • Gaius: What's so funny?
  • 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.
  • Gaius: Kjelle...
  • Kjelle: But hey, enough of that. Didn't mean to get all misty. Let's dig in to this soup! *slurp*
  • Gaius: Kjelle, I know you're a strong girl who doesn't like to ask for help... But you can, you know? If there's anything I can ever do, just name it.
  • Kjelle: Weeell... I guess one thing comes to mind, actually.
  • Gaius: What's that?
  • Kjelle: Keep teaching me to cook! This soup tastes like dishwater...
  • Gaius: *Slurp* ...Oh, gods, it does.
  • Kjelle: Actually, I've had better dishwater...
  • Gaius: Right, then. I can at least get you cooking food that tastes like food!
  • Kjelle: That'd be plenty for me! Thanks!

With Gregor (Father)Edit

C SupportEdit

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

B SupportEdit

  • Kjelle: HAH! RRRAGH! YAAAH!
  • Gregor: Kjelle, you are making very hard with the training today.
  • Kjelle: If I can't do my share of the cooking, I'll have to do a larger share of the fighting.
  • Gregor: Oh, so...you will not be cooking again, yes?
  • Kjelle: Would you want me to, after last time?! You saw how that day's battle played out. All our soldiers clutching their guts, legs quivering like newborn deer... And the smell... Oh, gods, the smell... If the enemy hadn't been so horrified, we might all be dead!
  • Gregor: Yes, it was quite horrible. But no one is perfect, no? It was probably just crazy fluke. Gregor would like to try your cooking again.
  • Kjelle: NO!
  • Gregor: ...Oy?
  • Kjelle: What if it WASN'T a fluke? What if my cooking gets you KILLED next time?! Another breakfast from me could bring our entire army to its knees! Literally! Don't ask me to do that to my fellow soldiers and my family.
  • Gregor: Now, now. It wasn't THAT bad.
  • Kjelle: I still remember the sound...that horrible sound... Dozens of people, all fa—
  • Gregor: All right! Do not remind Gregor! ...How about this. What if Gregor give you few pointer tips in kitchen? If we come up with tasty meal, Kjelle can share with everyone!
  • Kjelle: Hmm... All right, let's try it! ...And thanks.

A SupportEdit

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

With Libra (Father)Edit

C SupportEdit

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

B SupportEdit

  • Kjelle: HAH! RRRAGH! YAAAH!
  • Libra: 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.
  • Libra: 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!
  • Libra: It was certainly a...challenging day. But nobody's perfect—I'm sure it was just a fluke. I know I, for one, would like to try your cooking again.
  • Kjelle: NO!
  • Libra: ...I'm sorry?
  • Kjelle: What if it WASN'T a fluke? What if my cooking gets you KILLED next time?! Another breakfast from me could bring our entire army to its knees! Literally! Don't ask me to do that to my fellow soldiers and my family.
  • Libra: Oh come now, it wasn't THAT bad...
  • Kjelle: I still remember the sound...that horrible sound... Dozens of people, all fa—
  • Libra: 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.

A SupportEdit

  • Libra: The soup smells great, honey! Good job. I'm sure everyone will be eager for a taste.
  • Kjelle: Thanks. I had a good teacher. I had no idea you knew so much about cooking!
  • Libra: 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?
  • Libra: Yes, I guess we do...
  • Kjelle: ...... ...Heh heh.
  • Libra: 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.
  • Libra: Kjelle...
  • Kjelle: But hey, enough of that. Didn't mean to get all misty. Let's dig in to this soup! *slurp*
  • Libra: Kjelle, I know you're a strong girl who doesn't like to ask for help... But you can, you know? If there's anything I can ever do, just name it.
  • Kjelle: Weeell... I guess one thing comes to mind, actually.
  • Libra: Yes, what is it?
  • Kjelle: Keep teaching me to cook! This soup tastes like dishwater...
  • Libra: *Slurp* ...Oh, the gods are cruel! It DOES taste like dishwater!
  • Kjelle: Actually, I've had better dishwater...
  • Libra: Right, then. I can at least get you cooking food that tastes like food!
  • Kjelle: That'd be plenty for me! Thanks!

With Henry (Father)Edit

C SupportEdit

  • 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...

B SupportEdit

  • 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.

A SupportEdit

  • 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!
  • Kjelle: That'd be plenty for me! Thanks!

With LucinaEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Kjelle: Ah! There she is. Are you free, Lucina?
  • Lucina: Hello, Kjelle. What did you need?
  • Kjelle: A sympathetic ear. I've been challenging everyone in camp to sparring matches. ...What a pathetic lot! None of them can even land a blow on me... It's a bit of a disappointment.
  • Lucina: Is that really a surprise? I suspect very few are a fair match for you in a duel.
  • Kjelle: You flatter me. Hmmm... I bet you would offer more of a challenge! Heh, in fact you'd likely wipe the floor with my corpse!
  • Lucina: I hardly think that's the case.
  • Kjelle: Trust me, I can tell. You're strong. In fact, I bet the two of us could win this war all my ourselves.
  • Lucina: That's a bit excessive, isn't it?
  • Kjelle: Big armies are inefficient. They take too long to react, and they lack agility. Surely you've heard tales of the ancient days, before the Hero-King Marth? They say one of his ancestors fought back a great evil single-handedly! Perhaps we'd do well to take a lesson from him—form an elite band of fighters.
  • Lucina: I'll grant you that small forces do have their advantages.
  • Kjelle: Big organizations mean bureaucracy and bloat. Besides, half of any larger army is just cannon fodder.
  • Lucina: I'll not think of any of our men as sacrificial lambs, and neither would Chrom, Kjelle. Still, it's true that uniting a large group of people under a single cause if difficult. More so than I had imagined... And I agree it's important to hone one's abilities as an individual.
  • Kjelle: Ha! I knew you'd understand! We're a matched pair after all.
  • Lucina: I do feel, however, that your views are too extreme.
  • Kjelle: We'll crush them all! Slash them to bi— Er, sorry. Did you say something?
  • Lucina: ...I rest my case.

B SupportEdit

  • Kjelle: Hey, Lucina. Are you hungry? I thought the two of us might have lunch.
  • Lucina: I would enjoy dining with you, Kjelle, but why just the two of us?
  • Kjelle: Because it's no fun eating with a bunch of puny weaklings. Am I right?
  • Lucina: ...Everyone in this camp is equally our ally, are they not?
  • Kjelle: Sure, but some are more equal than others. Especially when it comes to fighting! ...What, you don't want to eat with me? Is that it?
  • Lucina: Please do not mistake my meaning. We've known each other since we were children—I consider you a close friend.
  • Kjelle: Thanks, Lucina! I feel the same.
  • Lucina: Then, as my friend, perhaps you'll indulge me by inviting the others to join us?
  • Kjelle: *Sigh* Fine. Just don't be surprised when they surrender to a bowl of pudding. Shall we then?
  • Lucina: Yes. And thank you, Kjelle.

A SupportEdit

  • Kjelle: Hey, Lucina! Free for dinner tonight?
  • Lucina: I'm sorry. I promised my father I would dine with him this evening.
  • Kjelle: Heh. Not much I can do if ol' Chrom wants to see you, huh? He's got me beat.
  • Lucina: Beat at what?
  • Kjelle: Well, he's about the strongest man in this army, isn't he? I don't see much of a chance of beating him in single combat, so I'll cede this round.
  • Lucina: ...Just how do you imagine social affairs work?
  • Kjelle: If someone's stronger than me, they get my respect. And if they're weaker than me, I don't waste my time. That's all I'm saying...
  • Lucina: Confidence and a competitive spirit are healthy traits in any warrior. But you take it too far, Kjelle. I worry that you isolate yourself...
  • Kjelle: What's wrong with appreciating strength? You're strong, and I respect that about you. It drew me to you, and now we're friends. Isn't that a good thing?
  • Lucina: But consider the opposite case. Would you never befriend someone weaker than you?
  • Kjelle: ...Why would I?
  • Lucina: We're not gladiators fighting for coin, Kjelle. We're at war! Yes, we ought push ourselves to grow as individuals, but in the end we are a team! We must join together as a whole, each of us supporting the other. That is the only way this war will be won.
  • Kjelle: I understand your thinking, but... Gods, just thinking about those weaklings makes my stomach churn! I see them rolling around the battlefield, mewling like kittens and... Ugh!
  • Lucina: Then let us do it your way. I challenge you to a duel!
  • Kjelle: Er, what?
  • Lucina: If you beat me, I will acknowledge your philosophy as the truth. Should you wish it, the two of us can leave this army and form our own force. But if I win, you must swear to acknowledge your allies as equals. Strong and weak, warrior and healer alike. We face the enemy as one! United we stand, divided—
  • Kjelle: Okay, enough! I yield! ...You win.
  • Lucina: ...Huh?
  • Kjelle: I know better than to fight you when you have that look in your eye! ...Plus, your speech had my stomach churning more than the weaklings.
  • Lucina: Then you'll do as I've asked?
  • Kjelle: Indeed. I'm sorry, Lucina. I know at times my ego can be difficult to deal with. I may be strong, but I am very aware I'm not strong enough to win a war alone.
  • Lucina: I'm pleased to hear it.
  • Kjelle: I still think strength is important! That's not changing. But maybe it's time I started being more...inclusive?
  • Lucina: Oh? What did you have in mind?
  • Kjelle: Yes, I'll train the rest of this sorry lot until they meet my standards!
  • Lucina: Excellent! I'm sure the others will be thrilled to have your help in training.
  • Kjelle: We'll get a tougher fighting force, and I won't have to look at weaklings all day! It's a win-win arrangement!
  • Lucina: Assuming everyone is able to keep up with your training...
  • Kjelle: As you said, we're all equals. No exceptions, no special treatment! It's time these Shepherds were truly run through their paces! Now, a daily 10-mile run would be a good start. Then perhaps... 100 log lifts? 200?
  • Lucina: Perhaps this wasn't such a grand idea after all...

With Lucina (Sister)Edit

C SupportEdit

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

B SupportEdit

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

A SupportEdit

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

With OwainEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Owain: Well, if it isn't my old nemesis, Kjelle!
  • Kjelle: What do you want, Owain?
  • Owain: Long have we vied for the title of strongest, bound by fate and our unbending wills. But I will not rest until I've put a stop to your nefarious deeds for good!
  • Kjelle: Really, I have no time for this. Do you need something? If not, I'm going to go.
  • Owain: Ugh, come on! Work with me here! Put some feeling into it! I know you hate men, but would it kill you to show a little effort?
  • Kjelle: I don't hate men. I hate idiots. ...A class you fall right into, coincidentally. Even the way you talk makes me angry. Half the time I have no idea what you're saying. It's always stories and sound effects and...posturing.
  • Owain: Which is why I'm speaking normally right now.
  • Kjelle: And yet I still can't see your point. Now go away.
  • Owain: What if I offer to help clean your gear? Come on, it'll be fun.
  • Kjelle: I can take care of my own things.
  • Owain: Fine then! Just...fine! I don't need this! I can go anywhere and be insulted!
  • (Owain leaves)
  • Kjelle: ......

B SupportEdit

  • Owain: You bear an ominous mien, nemesis! Your face is as a rose-lit dawn wreathed in storm clouds of ebon black!
  • Kjelle: ......
  • Owain: Where is it that calls you hence? What dark purpose spurs you on?! Is it the path of the fallen you walk, or the road to redemption?
  • Kjelle: I'm going to the storehouse because my things are there. And what's this about my mien, huh? Was that because I'm a woman? I don't need you penning heartsy-fartsy stuff about how lovely I am. If you want to go writing poems about me, they damned well better be war epics!
  • Owain: Geez, all right! Tough crowd... Look, let's try this again. I'll even speak normally.
  • Kjelle: I'd prefer if you didn't speak at—
  • Owain: Hey, Kjelle. You off to the storehouse to grab some gear?
  • Kjelle: ...Why?
  • Owain: Lemme give you a hand!
  • Kjelle: Please don't.
  • Owain: Aw, come on. I can do a lot more than just name weapons, you know. I'm one of the best maintenance people in this whole camp. Just gimme a chance. Come on! C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c—
  • Kjelle: *Sigh* ...I suppose it's better than leaving you idle to work mischief elsewhere.
  • Owain: Great! I mean, extremely condescending, but the end result? Still great.
  • Kjelle: Less talking, more walking. I'm eager to see these...talents of yours.
  • Owain: Brace yourself! I don't want you dying of shock at how impressed you'll be!

A SupportEdit

  • Owain: Cavalier armor. Medium weight class. Combines significant defense with impressive mobility.
  • Kjelle: ......
  • Owain: This one's an archer's jerkin. It boasts unrivaled ease of motion but lacks any real stopping power.
  • Kjelle: Do you really need to narrate?
  • Owain: It's important to keep the characteristics of the equipment in mind while working on it.
  • Kjelle: I suppose I should be happy you're not just goofing around. Still, it would help if you kept your thoughts inside your head.
  • Owain: Words are important. Our armor and weapons are partners in this war. Granting them a voice elevates them from hunks of iron to something more. It breathes into them a soul, transforming mere tools into implements of divine will!
  • Kjelle: ......
  • (Kjelle leaves)
  • Owain: Take this breastplate. I hear it whisper to me... "I am the Argent Lion Mail," it says. "Behold my regal, silvery form! Behold!" Kjelle, are you beholding? Kjelle? ...Hey, where'd you go?! She just...disappeared... That's...kind of amazing.
  • Kjelle: ......
  • Owain: Gah! What dark sorcery is this?! A lone knight's armor moves of its own accord! Be at peace, ghostly visitor!
  • Kjelle: It just never ends with you, does it?
  • Owain: Voices from beyond the grave! Begone, foul wraith!
  • Kjelle: It's me, you babbling buffoon! And if you say "A ghost ate Kjelle," I'm going to stab you in the eye.
  • Owain: Kjelle? What are you doing in there? Is that suit...comfortable? It hides you completely.
  • Kjelle: I'm trying to block out the noise.
  • Owain: Am I...that much of a bother?
  • Kjelle: ...Also, this was the suit of armor I wore in my first battle. I put it back on from time to time. It...calms me.
  • Owain: Oh. Well, I guess I can respect that. But in that case, it deserves a name!
  • Kjelle reappears
  • Kjelle: No! No names. And even if it were to be named, it would be by anyone but you!
  • Owain: Hey! ...Wh-why not?
  • Kjelle: Because I said so! Now get sorting!
  • Owain: Yes, ma'am...

S SupportEdit

  • Owain: Hey, Kjelle? You want me to take care of this helmet, or... Heh... Should've known. She's gone again. I'm doing her a favor, and she leaves all the work to me? That's gratitude for you! Sometimes I don't know what to do with that girl... She obviously loves this old set of armor. Why won't she give the poor thing a name? Doesn't even have to be a good one. It's the spirit of the thing that counts. I'm probably wasting my time here, but I can't bear the thought of Kjelle being hurt. But if I can't be there to keep her safe, I can at least make sure her gear is! Hold her close, armor. Smother her with all your shiny, steely, plated goodness. Tell her all the things that I dare not. Tell her how much I...love her.
  • Kjelle: You what?!
  • Owain: K-Kjelle? Is that you? But I don't see you anywhere. Where did that... Aaaaaaah!
  • Kjelle: ...I'm here. In my armor.
  • Owain: But I thought you'd left! Why are you hiding in there while I'm out doing all the work?!
  • Kjelle appears
  • Kjelle: I wanted to make sure you wouldn't slack off if I wasn't around to watch you.
  • Owain: Look, I don't need a babysitter! Not about this. I take armor and weapons very seriously, thank you.
  • Kjelle: Oh, will you forget about the blasted armor for one second? ...Go back to the part where you said you loved me.
  • Owain: Argh! Y-you hear that?!
  • Kjelle: ...Yes. So?
  • Owain: Look, I didn't... I mean, I do, but... I was gonna tell you at some point! Urgh. Just stab me and get it over with.
  • Kjelle: Why would I stab the man who loves me?
  • Owain: Because you hate me? Because you have a big dumb boyfriend who's going to fold me into a pretzel? I bet his name's Troy. Or Steve. ...Or Chaz or something.
  • Kjelle: I don't hate you, Owain. I actually find you oddly charming. I mean I could do without all the goofy names and the yelling... But now I see some sense in the madness. You've got heart. And lots of it, apparently.
  • Owain: So, um, does that mean you'll...
  • Kjelle: I'd love to have you by my side, Owain. In battle or out of it.
  • Owain: My steel is yours, Kjelle! By my twitching sword hand, I swear to protect you for all time!
  • Kjelle: How about we just protect each other?

With InigoEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Kjelle: Hya! Grah! Hiyaaah!
  • Inigo: How goes the training, Kjelle? Your form is as lovely as ever. ...If you know what I mean.
  • Kjelle: *Huff, huff...* What do you want, Inigo?
  • Inigo: You could use a break from training. What say you and me go have some fun?!
  • Kjelle: I'm afraid to ask what your idea of fun entails.
  • Inigo: Madam, you wound me! A chaste cup of tea was all I had in mind. Perhaps some cake. Eating sweets is a proven pick-me-up, and you owe it to your exhausted body!
  • Kjelle: Pass. Now if you're done talking, I have a training regimen to get back to. ...As should you.
  • Inigo: Ouch! That hurts. All work and no play makes Kjelle a dull...um...Kjelle. If you don't blow off steam every once in a while, you'll explode!
  • Kjelle: Training isn't stressful. It's fun. ...Listening to you is stressful.
  • Inigo: Oh, come on! It'll be a blast! I'll even let you pick out the cake. My favorite is lemon with chocolate frosting, but you can get—
  • Kjelle: Go. Away. Now.
  • Inigo: Fine. Fiiiiiine! I'll just go eat cake by myself, then. But I'll be back tomorrow! Just you wait!
  • (Inigo leaves)
  • Kjelle: ...I wonder if Chrom would mind if I stabbed him?

B SupportEdit

  • Inigo: Heeey, Kjelle! Ready to go? I've got the whole day planned!
  • Kjelle: My day is already planned. I'm training. Now go away.
  • Inigo: Sorry, no can do! Persistence is my greatest strength, you know.
  • Kjelle: It's pronounced "tragic flaw."
  • Inigo: Ah ha! I see your wit is as sharp as a tack!
  • Kjelle: That wasn't a joke.
  • Inigo: One day, my sweet, my ceaseless dedication will win you over.
  • Kjelle: ...You really are unbelievable.
  • Inigo: Are you all right? You look tired. Can I get you something? Perhaps a slice of cherry cake with those little frosting flowers would—
  • Kjelle: Oh, for the love of— FINE! Fine. Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine. I'll go out with you on one condition.
  • Inigo: Ooh, progress! ...What's the condition?
  • Kjelle: You have to fight me for it. Land one blow past my guard, and you can take me to whatever cake shop you like. I'll even let you pick the weapon.
  • Inigo: Er... Um... Right. But you see, that's not really...fair. You're the strongest person I know... And that's including Chrom!
  • Kjelle: Okay, then. Get lost.
  • Inigo: N-no, wait! I'll do it! I'll fight you! I told you that persistence is my greatest strength! Although right now I wish strength was my greatest strength... Anyway, the sword was my first love, so let us do battle with that!
  • Kjelle: Sure. It's your funeral.
  • Inigo: *Gulp!* I mean...um... Ha ha! Don't be surprised when I dance circles around you!
  • Kjelle: Anytime, twinkle toes. I've been waiting for a chance to pound you into dust. This is going to be fun. ...Heh. Heh heh heh. Ha ha! AAAH HA HA HA!
  • Inigo: Eep! Kjelle, I d-didn't know you had an evil side! W-well at least you seem to be enjoying yourself for a change... Ha ha...ha?

A SupportEdit

  • Inigo: I hope you're ready, Kjelle! Today's the day. I can feel it!
  • Kjelle: What, again? How many times does this make?
  • Inigo: To be honest, I've lost track. ...Ten? A dozen, maybe?
  • Kjelle: I stopped counting at thirty. A normal person would've given up by now.
  • Inigo: Aw, thanks, Kjelle!
  • Kjelle: That wasn't a compliment! Why are you still here? What motivation could possibly drive you this far? It's truly baffling. And a little scary.
  • Inigo: I want to go out with you! That's all. I think it'd be fun. I know I'd have fun, and I want you to have fun, too. Maybe you'd even smile once in a while.
  • Kjelle: ...That's it?
  • Inigo: Isn't that what I said from the beginning? What other reason would there be?
  • Kjelle: Avenging your pride? Honing your skills? Dementia?! There must be SOMETHING! No one would suffer this many thrashings for a date!
  • Inigo: Um...I don't know what else to say. I guess a date with you is worth a few bruises. Besides, you always have a huge grin on your face when we're fighting. So it's kind of like we're on a date already! ...Except for the beatings.
  • Kjelle: Ugh. Forget I asked.
  • Inigo: Already forgotten! Now let's get down to business. ...En garde!
  • Kjelle: You're on, lover boy.

S SupportEdit

  • Kjelle: ......
  • Inigo: What's wrong? You look so serious.
  • Kjelle: No, I was just...thinking.
  • Inigo: You sure? You're not getting sick are you? Maybe we should put off today's match.
  • Kjelle: No, I'm fine. Really. And we don't need to fight a match today. ...You already got me.
  • Inigo: I'm confused. Because last time we fought, you almost broke my face.
  • Kjelle: No, Inigo. You broke something. ...The wall around my heart.
  • Inigo: I think I'd remember that. I pay pretty close attention to your...heart...area.
  • Kjelle: Gods, you're an idiot. It's a metaphor! It means your stupid persistence finally won out. And even though your sword didn't touch me, I count this as a win for you. So go on. You pick the spot and let's have some fun.
  • Inigo: You mean it?! Really?! Oh, wow, Kjelle, you will NOT regret this!
  • Kjelle: None of this makes any sense. I mean, it never did. You're such a huge flirt, I figured you'd take off when I shot you down. I even hit you in the face with a sword, but you just got up and kept trying. I guess in the end I found it kind of...charming.
  • Inigo: Now that you've learned that resistance is futile, can I ask one more favor?
  • Kjelle: Sure, why not?
  • Inigo: I, uh... I don't actually want just one date...
  • Kjelle: Well, aren't we confident!
  • Inigo: The more we fought, the more it became clear to me... I...I can't get enough of you! I want to spend every single day with you!
  • Kjelle: Every single...day?
  • Inigo: Well, you know. There might be the odd overseas mission or something. But otherwise, yes! Every single day! So...what do you think?
  • Kjelle: Have you been plotting this the whole time?
  • Inigo: You said it yourself—that's a lot of beatings to suffer for just one date.
  • Kjelle: I don't understand. Why me?
  • Inigo: I think it's your smile, honestly. After watching you grin like a maniac every time we fought, something just clicked. Now, this could be the head trauma talking. I won't rule it out. But I so enjoyed our time together and I... I think I love you.
  • Kjelle: Oh, wow... Um... I think... I mean, I might also...
  • Inigo: Yes?
  • Kjelle: Look I'm not good with...words. Let's just say I'm very happy right now. We've got a long life of fun and cake and head trauma ahead of us. Besides, if I turned you down, you'd never stop bothering me anyway.
  • Inigo: Hah! Gullibility as charged! I'm a lucky man, Kjelle. And I swear to protect you for as long as I live.
  • Kjelle: Your brain damage is worse than I thought. How about you just stay behind me? I'll make sure you get through this war in one piece.

With BradyEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Brady: ......
  • Kjelle: Oh, hey.
  • Brady: H-hey, Kjelle. How's tricks?
  • Kjelle: Tricks are fine, thanks.
  • Brady: Training again, are ya? Wish I could be like that.
  • Kjelle: Then quit talking and grab some weights! That's how I've done it—one day at a time, every day of my life.
  • Brady: Yeah, I remember ya as a kid! Always running around with some pointy stick.
  • Kjelle: No one gets strong without putting in the time. You've got to sweat for it.
  • Brady: I'd settle for being half as strong as you. A third, even! Maybe then I could stop doubting myself all the time... How long do you think it'd take for a guy to hit your level, eh? Couple'a weeks or what?
  • Kjelle: Depends on the guy. Natural talent goes a long way toward speeding things along.
  • Brady: But ya think anyone can get there eventually, yeah? I mean, if they really bust hump?
  • Kjelle: Anyone.
  • Brady: Then ya gotta train me, Kjelle! Ya just gotta!
  • Kjelle: No.
  • Brady: What?! How can you say no? I'm pleadin' with ya here!
  • Kjelle: I'm busy enough with my own training. I don't have the time to waste on you. Besides, you're frail. If you snapped in two an hour into my training regimen, we'd be short a healer.
  • Brady: ...Guess there ain't much I can say to that little number. Too weak even to get less weak... Gah, look at me! What a Melvin!
  • Kjelle: Hey, don't let it get you down. ...Or just let it get you down somewhere else. I'm busy.
  • Brady: Yeesh. No harsh truth a total lack of sympathy can't make worse...

B SupportEdit

  • Kjelle: Wait. You're back here asking me to train you AGAIN?
  • Brady: I'll ask as many times as it takes! Please, Kjelle! Ya just gotta!
  • Kjelle: Doesn't matter how many times you ask. My answer isn't changing.
  • Brady: Come on, Kjelle! I'm beggin' ya! I could be somebody! I could be a champ!
  • Kjelle: Look, it's nothing personal. I'm just very aware of how harsh I am when it comes to training. I don't want your puny healer's blood on my hands.
  • Brady: I can take it! Whatever it is, I'll do it. Ya just gotta believe me!
  • Kjelle: That totally unfounded bravado of yours is oddly charming, but it's going to kill you. There are times when the spirit is willing, but the flesh is floppy and hopeless.
  • Brady: Says who? I ain't hopeless! You said yourself that any chump can get there if they stick to it! I'm ready to sweat for it! I'm ASKING to sweat for it! Come on, Kjelle. I'm beggin' here.
  • Kjelle: What's with this fixation on toughening up all of a sudden? Is this really just a confidence thing?
  • Brady: I told ya, I wanna finally stop doubting myself all the time. I want to feel like I'm helping you cats out there in the field!
  • Kjelle: You do know that you can train on your own, too, right? You don't need my help. ...Oh, fine. I give up. I'll do it.
  • Brady: Ya will?
  • Kjelle: The only bigger waste of time than training you is listening to you beg. As long as you don't mind me continuing my own training while you do yours, I'm game.
  • Brady: That's a dilly of a deal!
  • Kjelle: BUT! If we do this, we do it my way. I'm going to rebuild you from scratch. ...And it's going to hurt. A lot. Are you sure you're up for it?
  • Brady: You got it, Kjelle! I'll give them exercises what for!

A SupportEdit

  • Kjelle: We begin today. Are you ready?
  • Brady: Just tell me what to do and it's done!
  • Kjelle: First, run over to there and back.
  • Brady: Er, over...where? Ain't nothin' but open field here to the horizon.
  • Kjelle: Yes, I know. I want you to run until you reach the horizon.
  • Brady: Er, wait. Don't the horizon move around depending on where ya stand?
  • Kjelle: Look, just run until you can't see me anymore, all right? And if I can see you when you turn around, you have to start over!
  • Brady: Clear day like today, I can see halfway to forever! You expect me to run that?!
  • Kjelle: We can't start the fun stuff until you've built up some endurance. All right, off you go. Five laps.
  • Brady: ...This dame's crazy! It'll be dark before I'm done!
  • Kjelle: I heard that! ...And no one's forcing you. If you don't like it, quit.
  • Brady: Fine! I'm goin', I'm goin'! *Pant* *huff* I...I lost my lunch about a dozen times, but I did it!
  • Kjelle: Good. Next we'll have you do squats while carrying one of those sandbags.
  • Brady: *Huff* *pant* Ya mean this thing? It weighs more than I do! And don't I get a break first?
  • Kjelle: Winded already? This is still just the warm-up.
  • Brady: Ya gotta be kiddin'! I'm dying here!
  • Kjelle: Then quit.
  • Brady: Rrrgh, no. I'm fine! Great! I could do this all day, dammit!
  • Kjelle: Better. For today, just do a thousand reps. We'll raise that by a hundred a day.
  • Brady: I... I don't even know what to cry about anymore... It's all just... I don't even... Oooooone...thousand! I...did it... I'm...finally done... Now...I can...die in peace...
  • Kjelle: How many deaths does that make today? Honestly, where do you find the time? Next is push-ups. One thousand. ...While holding the sandbag.
  • Brady: What does that even mean?!

S SupportEdit

  • Brady: *Gasp* *pant*... D-dying... I'm dying!
  • Kjelle: Did I say you could stop? Every time you say you're dying, I'm adding a hundred squats. That's eight hundred for today. ...So far.
  • Brady: Kjelle... Please... Just ten—no, five minutes! If I don't take a break, I'm gonna cease to be alive in a very literal sense!
  • Kjelle: ...Five minutes.
  • Brady: Thank you, thank you, thank you!
  • Kjelle: And this is still just endurance training! I'd say combat training's a long ways off.
  • Brady: H-hey, hold on! Look, I may not be the quickest cat around, but ya can't just back out on me!
  • Kjelle: Who said anything about backing out? I'm in this for the long haul. Even if you try to change your mind.
  • Brady: ...You're a sadist.
  • Kjelle: An impressed sadist, though. To tell you the truth, I didn't think you'd stick it out. And seeing you vomit like that makes me want to train all the harder.
  • Brady: ...Dammit.
  • Kjelle: Huh?
  • Brady: How am I ever supposed to get stronger than you if you keep upping the pace? How am I ever supposed to make ya love me if I can't... Um... Er...
  • Kjelle: I beg your pardon?
  • Brady: Look, it's obvious you'd never go for some string bean what's weaker than you. But just gimme time! I'll turn into someone who can match ya yet!
  • Kjelle: ......
  • Brady: Aaaah, for the love'a clams, tell me it ain't too late to take all that back! I ain't gonna open my big yapper again, I swear! So please just forget what I said.
  • Kjelle: You think I didn't know?
  • Brady: What?! Since when?
  • Kjelle: People don't work as hard as you did for no reason. For all your whining, you always did what I told you, and you never missed a day. Add in the fact that you insisted I be the one to train you, and it's pretty obvious.
  • Brady: Dammit, I'm so stupid! Way to go there, Brady! Muckin' up the works as usual!
  • Kjelle: Oh, I don't know. I think it's charming. ...And you're right.
  • Brady: I am? Wait, about what?
  • Kjelle: That you don't exactly qualify as you are right now. But you've got talent and guts and time. ...And an excellent coach. I said I'd rebuild you from scratch, right? May as well make you into my perfect man! And then, on the day you best me, we'll become the world's strongest couple!
  • Brady: Heh, all right! I can dig a challenge like that!
  • Kjelle: Good! By the way, your five minutes are up. Get back to work!
  • Brady: Hey, that don't count! We was talkin', not restin'!

With SeveraEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Kjelle: Whew! I'm beat today...
  • Severa: Does tired equal sloppy in your world? Because your shirt is coming unbuttoned. And I know you're sweaty from combat or whatever, but oh my gosh. ...Ew.
  • Kjelle: Har! A little skin isn't going to kill anybody. Besides, this area's off limits to the men. And it's not like it's something you haven't seen before.
  • Severa: That doesn't mean I WANT to see it! Gods, would it kill you to act like a lady once in a while?
  • Kjelle: At least I'm enough of a lady to mind my manners and not stare!
  • Severa: I'm pointing this out for your own sake!
  • Kjelle: Hah! I've never cared about stuff like this, and you know it.
  • Severa: It's one thing for a child to be a tomboy, Kjelle, but you're a grown woman now! Augh! Now I can see your stomach! Really, have a little... Wow. Those are serious abs, Kjelle. I could do my laundry on them. No wonder you walk around with your shirt hanging off...
  • Kjelle: It's not "hanging off." I just untucked it! ...And why the sudden compliment anyway?
  • Severa: I...I don't know! It just kind of popped out of my mouth.
  • Kjelle: You don't have the hots for me or,something do you?
  • Severa: Hah! You couldn't handle me for an hour, and you know it! I'm just a little jealous is all. You're pretty, yet still so tough and strong.
  • Kjelle: Well, looking is free, I guess. Knock yourself out.
  • Severa: Gods, Kjelle! Seriously, could you try and not act like a boor for five minutes?
  • Kjelle: You compliment me left and right, and then you want me to be more modest? So what should I do? Flee in terror anytime a girl catches a glimpse of my belly?
  • Severa: That's the general idea, yes. A proper lady never shows skin above the ankles and below the neck. A proper lady understands that less is more!
  • Kjelle: ...Girls care about the dumbest things sometimes.
  • Severa: Hello? YOU'RE a girl!

B SupportEdit

  • Severa: Augh! Kjelle!
  • Kjelle: What'd I do now, Severa?
  • Severa: Don't just drop your old clothes on the floor when you undress!
  • Kjelle: What, are you worried someone's going to trip?
  • Severa: No! ...I mean, yes! ...I mean, that is so not the point of this conversation! We've spoken about this before, remember? Your utter lack of femininity and decorum? You're acting like a crusty old roustabout!
  • Kjelle: Being a roustabout is honest work. Without them, ships couldn't sail or—
  • Severa: That is so totally not the point of what I'm saying! ...It was a metaphor. I meant that you act and sound like a ruffian! A male ruffian! *Sigh* All right. I can see I'm going to have to step in here. Since you're apparently hopelessly ignorant of even basic beauty tips, I'll teach you. We'll begin with makeup. I trust you're at least familiar with the concept?
  • Kjelle: ...I've heard of it, yes.
  • Severa: Well then, today is your first lesson! Just come over here to my vanity... Now then! The first step is to build a nice foundation that can—
  • Kjelle: I'm not letting you put this pasty goop on my face, if that's what you're thinking.
  • Severa: Of course not. ...YOU'RE going to put it on your face! You'll never learn otherwise, right? Now come on! Chop-chop!
  • (Scene transition)
  • Severa: ...Wow. That was really, really horrific. Maybe a little demonstration would have been in order after all.
  • Kjelle: I'm just glad to finally have it all washed off my face! So, how'd I do? Your eyes kind of bugged out, so I'm guessing I did it wrong.
  • Severa: Makeup should accent and flatter the features, Kjelle. Not act as a disguise. You looked like you were preparing to rob the royal treasury.
  • Kjelle: Accent? Disguise? What's the difference? They both hide who you are.
  • Severa: No need to be hostile, dear. Let's set cosmetics aside for the time being. A woman's charm is the sum of a thousand tiny, yet deliberate, gestures. She does not run roughshod around the camp like an overburdened pack animal. She glides as she walks, using light and nimble steps!
  • Kjelle: Like, uh... This? *stomp* *tromp* *kerplunk*
  • Severa: No, no, no! Graceful, Kjelle! Graceful! Be like a peaceful forest stream! One step flows into the next! Arms, too, are easy and fluid! ...Unclench that fist! Eye contact is critical, but do not stare. A demure glance and smile are sufficient. Even brushing back your hair must be a conscious, calculated action. ...No! Not like that! TOSS the hair, Kjelle! Don't ruffle it like an old hound's scruff!
  • Kjelle: I'm never going to remember all of this.
  • Severa: You will if I make you! With proper training and patience, I'll make you a lady yet!
  • Kjelle: I'd rather you let me get back to training that actually matters. We're trying to win a war, not a damn beauty pageant!

A SupportEdit

  • Kjelle: Er... G-good afternoon, Severa. You're...looking well?
  • Severa: Better. Not great. ...Or good, really. But better. Now you need to focus on the delivery. In time, it will be fluid and natural. Still, I suppose I should thank the gods you've come even this far.
  • Kjelle: If it makes you feel better, I'm tripping less in those absurd shoes you gave me. Oh, and I combed my hair this morning. One hundred strokes exactly.
  • Severa: And it looks lovely!
  • Kjelle: There's just so much to remember... I'm always sure I'm forgetting something. I guess it's just good that I'm improving.
  • Severa: As you will continue to do, I'm sure! Plus you have the advantage of being naturally beautiful.
  • Kjelle: Well, um... Thanks, I guess. ......
  • Severa: What? Is there something on my hands? You keep staring.
  • Kjelle: Your fingers are so long and pretty. I don't know how I didn't notice before.
  • Severa: Kjelle! Now THAT is a very sweet and ladylike compliment! I'm so proud of you right now!
  • Kjelle: Does that mean I pass?
  • Severa: Pass? You're going to be valedictorian! I hereby name you a graduate of Severa's Finishing School for Warrior Ladies!
  • Kjelle: Heh heh. Warrior ladies. Oh, that's rich. That's... ...Uh-oh.
  • Severa: What is it?
  • Kjelle: I've been so focused on remembering what you taught me, I think I forgot other stuff! ...Oh, gods! I don't remember how to fight!
  • Severa: What?!
  • Kjelle: Ack! I'm trying, but nothing's coming back! It's all a big blank! Which end of a sword do you hold? It's the pointy end, right? ...OUCH! Dammit! Wrong end! I knew this girly stuff was a bad idea!
  • Severa: W-well, worry not, dear. I'm here to help. We'll enroll you in Severa's Combat Class for Lady Warriors next.
  • Kjelle: You'd better hope I've forgiven you by the time I graduate!
  • Severa: Just don't go and forget how to act like a lady this time! You'll thank me once this war is over and you're on the prowl for love!
  • Kjelle: Would you get started already? I can feel my muscles disappearing!

With GeromeEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Kjelle: ...Good. I think that's enough lance practice for today. It will be difficult, but I shall master every weapon in our arsenal. Only then will I be the best and most powerful fighter on the battlefield!
  • Gerome: ...Ahem.
  • Kjelle: Are you spying on my practice sessions? Because I find that thought disturbing!
  • Gerome: I just happened to notice you as I was passing by. That's all.
  • Kjelle: Then keep passing by until I can't see you anymore!
  • Gerome: All right.
  • Kjelle: Ta-ta, then.
  • Gerome: ...Oh, there's just one thing I wanted to say.
  • Kjelle: What is it?
  • Gerome: When thrusting with the lance, you should push with your leg and stomach muscles. You used only your arms just now. Such technique will betray you in battle.
  • Kjelle: L-look, I was... That is to say... I was just about to fix that! ...And you were spying on me, weren't you?
  • Gerome: I'll leave you to it, then.
  • (Gerome leaves)
  • Kjelle: Oh, that man is insufferable!

B SupportEdit

  • Gerome: Hello, Kjelle. More weapon work today?
  • Kjelle: I must be ever vigilant with my training and fitness. A soldier must always be in top condition if she is to survive the rigors of war.
  • Gerome: ......
  • Kjelle: Gods, those meaningful silences of yours are very annoying. ...Anyway, what do you think of my lance work? I fixed that problem you mentioned.
  • Gerome: Much better. You now place your whole body behind the thrust.
  • Kjelle: See? I told you I would fix it. In fact, just before you—
  • Gerome: However, your footwork is lacking.
  • Kjelle: What's wrong with it?
  • Gerome: You're throwing too much weight into the thrust and becoming unbalanced. It's a common enough mistake. More practice should fix the problem.
  • Kjelle: Grrr...
  • Gerome: You sound displeased.
  • Kjelle: It's all right for you, isn't it?!
  • Gerome: I'm not following.
  • Kjelle: No matter how hard I work or how much I practice and train, I'll never beat you!
  • Gerome: I wasn't aware that was a consideration.
  • Kjelle: Don't play dumb! You look down on me because I'm a woman, don't you? The fact that I'll never be as good as you justifies the prejudice in your own mind!
  • Gerome: Don't be absurd. I'm just offering advice.
  • Kjelle: Well, I need to get back to my practice, so advise someone else!
  • Gerome: As you wish. Keep up the training.
  • Kjelle: Arrrgh! I don't need you to tell me that, you patronizing know-it-all! ...That does it. Next time, I'm going to be perfect just to shut you up!

A SupportEdit

  • Kjelle: Hello, Gerome.
  • Gerome: Oh, hello. I was just passing by randomly and thought— Oh, are you training? Forgive me.
  • Kjelle: Liar! I saw you skulking in the shadows. You were trying to spy on me again!
  • Gerome: ...It's true.
  • Kjelle: It is?!
  • Gerome: I know I shouldn't, but I was curious. I had to see how you were progressing since our last conversation.
  • Kjelle: Well, to be honest, I did want to show you something... Nnnnnnnnngh... Hiyaaah! What do you think? Not bad, eh?
  • Gerome: Flawless. I would change nothing.
  • Kjelle: Yes! You finally admitted I can do something right!
  • Gerome: ...I'm surprised you're so thrilled to gain my approval. Aren't you putting too much stock in one man's opinion?
  • Kjelle: When we were children, I decided that you would be my eternal rival... And I've been playing catch-up ever since! I've never been able to do anything that was good enough for you...until today! THAT is why I'm excited!
  • Gerome: In that case, it appears I have been negligent.
  • Kjelle: What do you mean?
  • Gerome: If I am your rival, then I must begin training with renewed intent. If you will excuse me...
  • Kjelle: I knew picking you as a rival was the right decision! Of course, now that I've inspired you to train more, I have to do the same.
  • Gerome: I would expect no less from my rival. Best of luck to you.
  • Kjelle: And to you!

S SupportEdit

  • Gerome: Hah! Kiya! Aaaaaand, YAAAH! ...Yes. That felt right.
  • Kjelle: Looks like someone's hard work is paying off.
  • Gerome: Kjelle! ...I didn't know you were there.
  • Kjelle: Hah, not such a pleasant feeling being spied upon, is it?
  • Gerome: Oh, I don't mind. ...If it's just for awhile. So, what did you think? See anything that needs work?
  • Kjelle: You were flawless as ever, damn you! I thought I was closing the gap, but I've clearly got a long way to go.
  • Gerome: ...Good. I feared that I was no longer worthy to be your champion.
  • Kjelle: Er, that's "rival." Not "champion."
  • Gerome: How could I claim to be protecting you, if you were the stronger of us? It would be nonsense.
  • Kjelle: I really think you misunderstand the purpose of a rival.
  • Gerome: It was you who drove me to hone my martial skills with such single-minded dedication. If I neglected my training, even briefly, you would end up having to protect me. And I...could not allow that.
  • Kjelle: Now hold on a damn minute, is it because I'm a—
  • Gerome: When it comes to skill with weapons, I will never allow you to best me. For I have sworn an oath...to protect you for as long as I humanly can.
  • Kjelle: Oh, Gerome... That is... That is... Completely unacceptable!
  • Gerome: What?
  • Kjelle: Did you ever consider that maybe I want to protect you? Or that I also swore an oath? That the reason I train so hard is so I might one day keep you safe from harm?! ...Look. Maybe we can do it together. Train? Grow strong? Then we'll both be powerful enough to protect the other, Would that be so bad?
  • Gerome: ...Mmmm...I could accept this arrangement.
  • Kjelle: Then it's time to start training for real!
  • Gerome: ...Oh. I'll leave you to it then.
  • Kjelle: ...I mean together, Gerome! We train together!
  • Gerome: Ah. Right! Of course! Suppose I'll just...join you then?

With Morgan (Male)Edit

C SupportEdit

  • Morgan: Is this another training day for you, Kjelle?
  • Kjelle: ...Every day is a training day.
  • Morgan: Man, that armor must weigh a ton! Can I help you carry anything?
  • Kjelle: To stay adaptable, I train with every kind of weapon and armor I can find. Sometimes all at once. ...So believe me, I'm fine.
  • Morgan: I guess that explains why you're so much stronger than other girls! ...Er, and guys. I'd barely be able to walk in all that!
  • Kjelle: This is nothing.
  • Morgan: Well, I think it's amazing! Hey, do you mind if I watch you go through your training routine?
  • Kjelle: Why?
  • Morgan: Honestly, I'm one of the weakest guys in camp So if you've got any tips for bulking up, I want to know about 'em!
  • Kjelle: You're not going to get stronger relying on other people. Figure this out yourself, Morgan.
  • Morgan: No, wait! I'm not asking you to teach me or anything I just want to...watch.
  • Kjelle: A knight's training isn't some puppet show. Now leave me be!
  • (Kjelle leaves)
  • Morgan: B-but, I didn't mean to... Oh man, it didn't seem like to much to ask...

B SupportEdit

  • Morgan: Oh, there you are! I've been looking for you everywhere!
  • Kjelle: What do you want? I'm just about to start my training.
  • Morgan: Perfect! I came to observe.
  • Kjelle: What a short memory you have. I already told you I don't want you watching me.
  • Morgan: No, I remember! ...Although I'd be the last person to brag about their memory. But this time I'm not just here to watch. I came to assist you!
  • Kjelle: ...Assist me?
  • Morgan: Yup! I'll fetch your weapons and armor and bring you water when you're thirsty. I've even brought a stack of towels for when things get sweaty! This is gonna be fun!
  • Kjelle: Huh?!
  • Morgan: If there's anything I'm leaving out, just let me know. I'm here for you!
  • Kjelle: Yes, but WHY are you here? Why do you care this much?
  • Morgan: Er, because I want to watch a master at work, of course. Then I can incorporate what I learn here into my own training regimen. I realize now it was selfish to expect you to divulge your secrets for free. So I figure I can pay you back by being a training lackey! ...Or whatever you call it.
  • Kjelle: It's called a squire. ...And I will admit, you are persistent, at the very least.
  • Morgan: I'm not too strong and I'm not too smart, but I'm as eager as they come!
  • Kjelle: All right. We can try it. Do not lag behind!
  • Morgan: Yay! Thanks, Kjelle!
  • Kjelle: ......
  • Morgan: Ooh, do we have time for one quick question before we get started?
  • Kjelle: Ugh, what is it now?
  • Morgan: You're super strong for such a pretty girl!
  • Kjelle: ...That's not a question.
  • Morgan: Yeah, I know. I'm getting to it. Anyway, are you just a mountain of muscle under all that armor or what?
  • Kjelle: ...... The first thing my squire must do is stop talking. ...Forever, if possible. If you do not, I will show you my muscles by snapping your arms like twigs.
  • Morgan: Eep! I'll, uh... I'll just be quiet now. Eyes open, mouth closed! Won't hear another peep! No sir! Er, ma'am! Still as a church mouse, that's me!
  • Kjelle: Gods, I haven't even started and already I'm exhausted...

A SupportEdit

  • Morgan: I know you're right in the middle of things, but why don't we take a quick break?
  • Kjelle: *Pant* S-sure... Thanks for...your help today, Morgan. You've really...made things easier...
  • Morgan: Hey, I get to watch your routine up close. I'm the one who should be thanking you. You always... Er, Kjelle? You all right? You look pale.
  • Kjelle: *Huff, huff* F-fine... Just a...bit tired.
  • Morgan: Already? That's not like you. Are you sure you're feeling well? Now that I think of it, you seemed unsteady on your feet a few times today...
  • Kjelle: You're...imagining things... I'm fine.
  • Morgan: Actually, you're very, very pale. ...And your skin is clammy! We should get you medical attention. Do you need help walking?
  • Kjelle: *Wheeze* S-stop it...I said I'm f-fine... Haven't missed...a day's training yet... N-not about...to start today... Anyone weak enough...to let a fever stop them will...n-never be strong...
  • Morgan: Don't be so stubborn, Kjelle!
  • Kjelle: Nnnngh... J-just go. I don't... Don't want you to see me like this...
  • Morgan: Oh my gosh, you're delirious! Look, stay right where you are. I'll bring a healer, stat!
  • Kjelle: Don't! I don't need a...healer! I've got work to do here!
  • Morgan: You can't seriously intend to keep training in your condition.
  • Kjelle: And you can't seriously...think you can stop me... If you're my squire...then assist me...or get out...of my way! *wheeze*
  • Morgan: A squire cannot sit by and watch a knight die from scurvy...or whatever you have!
  • Kjelle: N-not...your decision... And it's the end for me, either way... If I stop pushing...others pass me... C-can't afford to...rest...
  • Morgan: ...Fine. But I'm going to watch you like a hawk! A tiny hawk, but still! A hawk!
  • Kjelle: Still planning to...get in my way?
  • Morgan: No, you train as hard as you like. But the minute I see you wobble, I'm dragging you to the infirmary. I'll hog-tie you if I have to! ...Er, or I'll try, at least.
  • Kjelle: M-Morgan...
  • Morgan: I know it's not a squire's place to mouth off, but I think—
  • Kjelle: It's fine. It's good...of you... You...keep watch...
  • Morgan: Yes sir! Er, ma'am!

S SupportEdit

  • Morgan: All right, time to catch another of Kjelle's training sessions. Though some days it's more self-flagellation than training... If it wasn't for me, she'd probably be dead by now. Hey, Kjelle! You here? Kjelle?
  • Kjelle: Morgan?! Wait, don't—
  • Morgan: Ah, there you— WAAAAAAAAAH!
  • Kjelle: MORGAAAAAAAAAN!
  • Morgan: N-NAKED! I mean sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't know you were bathing! I'll wait out here, I'm sorry! So sorry! Oh, gods, please don't kill me!
  • (Scene transition)
  • Morgan: ...So, um, right. Yes. ...Sorry.
  • Kjelle: It's my own fault. I should have heard you coming.
  • Morgan: Well, hey, I... I don't think you have anything to be ashamed of!
  • Kjelle: ...What's that supposed to mean?
  • Morgan: Er, I just mean... You're so beautiful! Even more than I'd imagined!
  • Kjelle: ...You've imagined it?
  • Morgan: Ha ha! Of course not! Never! ...Maybe once. ...Twice. ...Okay, all the time! Oh gods, please don't hurt me. I always thought you'd look like a big side of beef, but you don't! You're so...um... Actually, I think I'll just stop talking now.
  • Kjelle: Morgan? Some advice for the future... Never tell a girl you thought she'd look like a side of beef.
  • Morgan: R-right! Yeah, I mean, it was just so... Um, are we starting already? Why are you getting all the weapons? And why are you pointing them at me?! It was a compliment!
  • Kjelle: ...Was it now?
  • Morgan: Aieeeeee! Somebody help—muh?
  • Kjelle: I should probably kill you right now, but oddly enough I'm not mad. Heh. Though normally you've got to buy the cow before you get a show like that.
  • Morgan: Th-then sell me the cow! That's a deal only a fool would pass up!
  • Kjelle: ...Gods, you really are bad at this.
  • Morgan: N-no! That's not what I... Er, but that doesn't mean I don't want to... It's not as beefy as I thought, but I think it's still a very nice cow! The best cow! Gah, you're right! I am terrible at this! Look, Kjelle! I really, really like you!
  • Kjelle: ...I know. You're awful with words, but I could always read you clearly enough.
  • Morgan: Er, so if you know and you haven't killed me yet, does that mean...?
  • Kjelle: We can try it. But you have to bulk up those scrawny arms of yours. If you can commit to my rigid training regime, you can commit to me. Just know this: if I catch you slacking even once, I'm outta here!
  • Morgan: Yes, sir! Uh, ma'am! If I've learned anything from watching you, it's perseverance! I'll keep working with you till I'm as big and beefy as— Er, I mean... You know what? I'll shut up now.

With Morgan (Female) (Daughter)Edit

C SupportEdit

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

B SupportEdit

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

A SupportEdit

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

With Morgan (Female) (Sister)Edit

C SupportEdit

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

B SupportEdit

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

A SupportEdit

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

With YarneEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Yarne: Gah! Kjelle, I didn't expect to run into you here!
  • Kjelle: Is that a problem?
  • Yarne: What? N-no! Of course not, I just...
  • Kjelle: Worried I heard you ran from battle again like a craven dastard? ...Because I have.
  • Yarne: What? I don't remember doing that...
  • Kjelle: Sure, play dumb!
  • Yarne: I'm not playing anything! When I'm in the middle of all that...war, I kind of panic. My memory's all hazy.
  • Kjelle: Isn't that convenient?
  • Yarne: No, I'm just... This isn't...
  • Kjelle: Uh huh. And you can't so much as set foot on a battlefield without blacking out. I'd love to see you in my training armor. I bet you couldn't take a single step.
  • Yarne: Er, is training armor different from your usual set?
  • Kjelle: A bit. It's a custom job.
  • Yarne: Well, whatever is different, it sure looks sturdy. Must work wonders for you!
  • Kjelle: ...Don't tell me you actually want to try it on.
  • Yarne: Well, sure! If it helped you get that strong, of course I'm interested!
  • Kjelle: .......
  • Yarne: So...can I? I bet if I had the right armor and knew I was protected, I'd be less scared in combat.
  • Kjelle: ...Forget it. If I had the free time to spend babysitting you, I'd spend it training.
  • Yarne: Aww, come on! Please? You're the one who brought it up in the first place.
  • Kjelle: Yes, but... Ugh, fine.
  • Yarne: I can?! Yesss!
  • Kjelle: I'll bring it by later.
  • Yarne: Thanks, Kjelle!

B SupportEdit

  • Yarne: Um, Kjelle?
  • Kjelle: What?
  • Yarne: Is it, uh... Is it supposed to be this heavy?
  • Kjelle: It's solid steel lined with lead weights. ...What do you think?
  • Yarne: It's impossible to move in this stuff! Don't you have anything lighter?
  • Kjelle: If it weren't heavy, there'd be no point. Hence the "training armor" part. Start here, and we'll add more weight as you go.
  • Yarne: Hnnnnngh! ...I'm not "going" anywhere. I can't even walk! I know thick armor means good protection, but I'm a sitting duck here! This is crazy!
  • Kjelle: So, you're giving up. Not ten minutes later, you're surrendering like a coward. Gods, YOU'RE the one who asked for this. It's like all you're capable of is complaining!
  • Yarne: But I didn't mean to... I'm sorry.
  • Kjelle: Nobody's sending you into battle in that. I told you it was for training, didn't I? You get used to fighting in that first, then you wear normal armor in actual combat. Suddenly, you feel light as a feather! I imagine it would help you keep calm, too.
  • Yarne: I guess?
  • Kjelle: But as soon as something requires effort, you quit. Do you have any guts at all?
  • Yarne: ...You're right. And I'm sorry. I'll work on getting used to the weight.
  • Kjelle: Pffft! What, for another ten minutes? ...Whatever. Let's get started. Drop and give me a hundred!
  • Yarne: A hundred?! Kjelle, I can't even do that without armor on! And what are you, my trainer now?!
  • Kjelle: You need one. You're far too easy on yourself. What were you planning to do? Stand there? Maybe walk in place?
  • Yarne: Urk...
  • Kjelle: Trust me. I know a thing or three about training. You'll be statuesque in no time.
  • Yarne: Yeah, one of those statues where the arms fell off! I'm telling you, I can't do this!
  • Kjelle: Then give me back my armor. And don't ever ask me for a favor again.
  • Yarne: ...F-fine. You don't have to get all scary. I still don't think I can do a hundred, but I'll try if it makes you stop glaring at me. One... Two... Th-threeeee... F-f-foooooour... Whew... Er, can we take a break?
  • Kjelle: Yarne...
  • Yarne: Yeah, this may work for you, but it's too much for mere mortals like me.
  • Kjelle: What?
  • Yarne: I'm tapped out here. See you later.
  • Kjelle: What? Yarne! Get back here!
  • (Yarne leaves)
  • Kjelle: Five minutes, thirty one seconds... That's a new personal best.

A SupportEdit

  • Kjelle: Care to explain your performance in the last battle, Yarne?
  • Yarne: Er... Hi, Kjelle.
  • Kjelle: The minute I showed up to help, you ran off! Thanks a lot for the teamwork. ...Craven.
  • Yarne: It's not that I was scared! But my arm...
  • Kjelle: What, the old runner's arm acting up? Did you hit your craven bone?
  • Yarne: ...Look, all's well that ends well, right? We won, and that's what matters.
  • Kjelle: No, "we" didn't. Me and the others who stuck around to fight won. Honestly, I expected more from you. ...But no. You're hopeless.
  • Yarne: .......
  • Kjelle: What, nothing to say? No glib excuse? And why are you clutching your shoulder like that?
  • Yarne: What? No, I'm not...
  • Kjelle: It's obviously not a battle wound. Did you trip while you were fleeing? Maybe you ran into something because your eyes were filled with tears?
  • Yarne: No, that's not... After I left the other day, I went back and put your armor back on. After everything you said, I just couldn't back down. ...Even I have some pride. I got to about fifty push-ups before my arm gave out completely.
  • Kjelle: ...Is that why you ran? You were fighting with an injured arm until I got there?
  • Yarne: I would have stayed, but I was afraid I'd only be in your way like this. Better to drop back to the rear and let you handle it, I figured.
  • Kjelle: You should have said something!
  • Yarne: No, it was my own dumb fault. Classic Yarne, though, huh? I finally decide to train to get stronger, and I wind up injured and even more useless. Do you think maybe for our next session you could teach me how not to repeat this?
  • Kjelle: What?
  • Yarne: Like you say, you're an expert. I bet you know how to avoid sprains and injuries. If I'm ever going to get stronger and gain a little confidence, I'll need your help.
  • Kjelle: ...If you're committed, and I mean really committed, then I'll be happy to help. We'll start as soon as that arm is better, so gird your loins!
  • Yarne: R-right! I'll...get right on that.

S SupportEdit

  • Yarne: Ugh, I'm so pathetic! Stupid legs—why won't you listen to me?! And YOU, arms...
  • Kjelle: Am I...interrupting something?
  • Yarne: Oh, it's useless. I mean, I really appreciate all your help, but it's useless. I've been trying my hardest to build up confidence, but combat still terrifies me. ...And when the time comes to fight, my legs start to shake. Guess you can't train your guts. I'm just not brave like everyone else...
  • Kjelle: I think you might have the wrong idea here. There isn't a person alive who doesn't shake when marching into combat. People are trying to kill you, Yarne. Any sane person would be afraid.
  • Yarne: What, even you?
  • Kjelle: Of course! We're all fighting two wars: One against the foe. One against our fear. We've got to win both if we want to live. There's nothing pathetic about it. Heck, the opposite, really. Admitting your fears and struggling against them takes guts. ...You should be proud.
  • Yarne: Really?
  • Kjelle: That's what bravery is, Yarne—the drive to be strong, even when you know you're weak. ...I'm sorry for being so harsh on you this whole time. I may have misjudged you.
  • Yarne: What? No, you were right.
  • Kjelle: And as long as we're being forthright, there's one other thing I have to say.
  • Yarne: Oh? Let's hear it.
  • Kjelle: I think I may have...grown fond of you.
  • Yarne: Wh-wh-what?! Me?! How?! Why?! And since when?! You haven't exactly been whispering sweet nothings into my ear here.
  • Kjelle: Hey, I apologized, didn't I? ...And I really did think you were pathetic at first. But since then, I've seen how dedicated you are to getting better. It's kinda...dreamy. ...What, is that a problem?
  • Yarne: N-no, It's just... It's really sweet of you to say that, Kjelle. Thank you.
  • Kjelle: Come on, don't leave me hanging here...
  • Yarne: Oh, sorry! The feeling is mutual! ...I figured you knew that. The only reason I kept training was because I didn't want you to lose all respect for me. I may not be the hero type, but I at least want to look good around the girl I like.
  • Kjelle: Then I guess we'd better get back to it, huh? Gimme fifty laps around camp! ...Think of this as payback for making me say all that mushy garbage.
  • Yarne: What?! G-go easy on me! Er, dear? Sweetheart?! Honey lumps?
  • Kjelle: In your dreams! I'm going to train you into the ground till you're a fuzzy juggernaut!
  • Yarne: Eeeek! Y-yes, ma'am!

With LaurentEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Kjelle: Hah! Yah! ...Haaaah!
  • Laurent: Ah, Kjelle. Busy training?
  • Kjelle: Just taking practice swings. Nothing fancy.
  • Laurent: Ah, yes. Excellent. Hmm...
  • Kjelle: ...You got something to say?
  • Laurent: You are a bit off today.
  • Kjelle: What are you talking about? I'm fine—same as ever!
  • Laurent: It is possible that I am mistaken. But to my eye, your movements lack their customary crispness. Are you quite certain you're feeling well?
  • Kjelle: Well, I have had a bit of a twinge in my lower back for the last couple days...
  • Laurent: That would be a likely culprit. Might I suggest you have it treated? A massage, perhaps.
  • Kjelle: Pfft. Massages are for princesses! I just need to work through it.
  • Laurent: Inadvisable. You would be far better served seeking legitimate treatment. As the lower back muscles drive the entire body, they are indispensable to combat. They are also slow to heal. If ignored, your condition may worsen.
  • Kjelle: All right, fine. I'll get a massage! Maybe paint my nails while I'm at it... *grumble, grumble*
  • Laurent: I hope it serves you well. Do take care.

B SupportEdit

  • Kjelle: Hey, Laurent!
  • Laurent: Did you need something?
  • Kjelle: I wanted to thank you for the other day. Er, when you told me to go get that massage.
  • Laurent: Ah, yes. What of your back since then?
  • Kjelle: Good as new! So, yeah. Thanks. It was a big help.
  • Laurent: Please, do not give it another thought. I consider it a part of my duties to keep watch for any anomalies. If I can be of assistance in keeping this army in top condition, I shall do so. And that means scrutinizing every last tick, movement, and gesture.
  • Kjelle: ...You do what now?
  • Laurent: Er, have I said anything amiss? Your face is most scrunchy.
  • Kjelle: No, no. It's just that when you say it like that, it... Well, it makes it sound like you're constantly watching us.
  • Laurent: Yes, precisely. Constantly watching. Is that a problem?
  • Kjelle: Not a problem, I guess, but it is kind of...creepy. Like a...stalker. Look, you should be careful you don't make anyone feel uncomfortable, okay? Some people don't like being watched.
  • Laurent: Er, I see. Yes, of course. ...And you, Kjelle? Are you "some people"?

A SupportEdit

  • Kjelle: Oh. Hello, Laurent.
  • Laurent: Kjelle.
  • Kjelle: You haven't been by to check up on me in a while. Is everything all right?
  • Laurent: What?
  • Kjelle: You said it was your duty to keep watch on us. Keep us in top condition and all that? And then you just stopped coming by. I wondered if you'd given up or what.
  • Laurent: I still watch everyone else.
  • Kjelle: Everyone...else?
  • Laurent: After you cautioned me, I thought it best if I made an exception for you, so I desisted.
  • Kjelle: Because I told you other people may not like you staring at them?
  • Laurent: "Some people" were your words. I thought perhaps you were speaking for yourself. It is not uncommon for people to cloak their fears in the guise of an imaginary—
  • Kjelle: Oh, for hell's sakes! That's not what I was doing! I just meant that SOME people might take offense. That's all I meant.
  • Laurent: Is it?
  • Kjelle: Yes, it is! If it bothered me, I'd have told you to knock it off because it bothers me. Sometimes you're too smart for your own good. Stop overthinking everything!
  • Laurent: ...My apologies. I see my inference was mistaken.
  • Kjelle: Your advice has already helped me out. I'm a big fan of your advice. So I was HOPING you'd keep watching. If anything looks off to you, point it out. I'd be eager to hear it.
  • Laurent: Then I shall strive to let no glimmer of potential improvement elude me!
  • Kjelle: You do that.

S SupportEdit

  • Laurent: Hello, Kjelle.
  • Kjelle: L-Laurent!
  • Laurent: Is something amiss? Ought I be concerned that the sight of me sends you reeling? I would gladly lend an ear to any troubles you may be having. And troubles I am the cause of, doubly so.
  • Kjelle: No, you're fine. It's me. I...need to apologize.
  • Laurent: Oh?
  • Kjelle: I snapped at you before. When you stopped coming by to check up on me?
  • Laurent: I would not categorize your behavior as "snapping." What's more, I thought the matter was decided as a misunderstanding on my part.
  • Kjelle: ...It wasn't.
  • Laurent: I fear I don't understand.
  • Kjelle: That was... I was jealous. You started watching everyone but me, and it... It made me a little crazy.
  • Laurent: ...Now I really do not understand.
  • Kjelle: Believe me, I'm as shocked as you. And I'm still confused about what it all means. What I feel for you... But I wasn't being honest with you, or with myself. That much is clear. So I wanted to go ahead and apologize for that, no matter what happens down the line.
  • Laurent: If I may confirm... You feel it's possible—but not definite—that you bear an affection for me?
  • Kjelle: ...Yes.
  • Laurent: And you see potential for growth into some form of relationship "down the line"?
  • Kjelle: Sorry. I know it's all pretty vague.
  • Laurent: I see no call for apology. This is a welcome development. For I am quite certain in my affections for you, Kjelle. And as a by-product of possession, jealousy is a favorable addition to the equation. After all, the ultimate goal here is to be possessed, is it not? Still, I must say, the frank compulsion to apologize is very you. Ha.
  • Kjelle: Laurent...
  • Laurent: You have asked me to continue to watch you, Kjelle. I would now ask you to do the same.
  • Kjelle: Well, sure, but... How do you mean?
  • Laurent: I've only just begun to show my worth as a possible spouse and mate. However, I still have work to do before I am what the layman might call "dreamy." But given proper training, I am confident in my ability to steal your heart. Therefore, I would ask that you observe me in this process and offer advice.
  • Kjelle: ...Er, you want me to watch your "dreamy" training?
  • Laurent: That is it exactly.
  • Kjelle: Well, I've had worse offers...

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