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  • Note: Bolded text are voice clips from S-Support CG confession scenes.

With ChromEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Avatar: Can I ask you something, Chrom?
  • Chrom: Uh-oh. Should I be nervous?
  • Avatar: When you found me collapsed and without memory, why did you take me in?
  • Chrom: Well... Because you were collapsed and without memory?
  • Avatar: That's it? Pity was your reason?
  • ​Chrom: Isn't that enough?
  • Avatar: Did you never stop to consider if it was some kind of trap?
  • Chrom: Heh, that's what I had Frederick for.
  • Avatar: But why didn't—
  • Chrom: Avatar, if I see someone hurt or in need. I'm going to help them. That's just who I am, and there's no changing it. Or would you rather I'd left you there, face down in the muck?
  • Avatar: No, of course not. I'm thankful for what you did, I truly am. But it scares me all the same. Chivalry and longevity don't often go hand in hand.
  • Chrom: Ha! I wish I had a gold coin for every time I got this lecture.
  • Avatar: I can only offer advice, I'm afraid. You really should be more careful in the future.
  • Chrom: I'm sorry, but no. If it happened again today, I'd do the same exact thing...
  • Avatar: But—
  • Chrom: Peace, Avatar. I have heard your counsel, and I know you mean well. But as I said, this is who I am. I can't change that, nor would I want to.
  • Avatar: I... I understand. If that is your decision, then so be it. Just do try and be careful, Chrom. For my peace of mind, if not your own?
  • Chrom: I will. I promise.

B SupportEdit

  • Avatar: Chrom! Are you all right?!
  • Chrom: Er, yes, I'm fine. ...What's got you so excited?
  • Avatar: I heard you were attacked behind the mess tent!
  • Chrom: Pfft! Some local thug approached with a dagger, but he bolted when I drew iron. It was dark... The poor fellow probably thought he was mugging a merchant! Ha!
  • Avatar: You challenged him alone?!
  • Chrom: Well, I wouldn't say "challenged," exactly. More like "shooed away." Can't very well just leave that sort around the camp now, can we?
  • Avatar: By the gods, Chrom! Please, I beg you, do not take any more of these foolish risks.
  • Chrom: Hah! You do realize we're at war, right? Just walking onto the battlefield is a risk.
  • Avatar: I don't fear anyone besting you head-on; I fear you being stabbed in the back! Many of our enemies do not share your sense of honor.
  • Chrom: Do you really think some random cutpurse would get the better of me?
  • Avatar: Shall I list every hero who said that before being poisoned, sniped, or snared?
  • Chrom: Well, I don't think a list is necess—
  • Avatar: You're our COMMANDER, Chrom... Battlefield victories mean nothing if an army loses its leader. You are no longer simply your own man. You stand for all of us.
  • Chrom: Enough... You have a point. You're right...as you always are. I will be more careful. Thank you, Avatar.

A SupportEdit

  • Avatar: I hear you've been going on patrol with the couple of the men.
  • Chrom: Only to patrol the immediate area.
  • Avatar: ...You know what I'm going to say, don't you?
  • Chrom: That it's too risky, and I need to be more careful. Yes, thank you, mother.
  • Avatar: But if you know this, then why—
  • Chrom: Look. I understand enemies could be lying in wait to try and kill me... But there could also be others who need my help! There's a war going on, and people are suffering. I can't ignore them. I won't.
  • Avatar: So why not send your men to search for these hapless innocents?!
  • Chrom: Because.
  • Avatar: Becauuuse...?
  • Chrom: Because...of you. If I hadn't been there—if Frederick alone had found you—would we have ever met?
  • Avatar: ...Probably not.
  • Chrom: You see? And it's not just you, Avatar. It's everyone like you. I know going out there exposes me to danger, and I haven't always been careful. But it's a risk I'm willing to take in order to connect with the people. To forge bonds.
  • Avatar: Bonds? Between who?
  • Chrom: You and me. Me and the others. The villagers we've met, the world we've seen... Such bonds are the true strength of this army. Without them, we're lost. Others may disagree, but that's one benefit of leadership: I make the final call.
  • Avatar: It's hard to argue when you use me as your example. But at least let me come with you.
  • Chrom: So you can watch my back?
  • Avatar: That's part of it, yes. But I also want to be there when you find the next me, face down in the field. I want to help you make this army stronger. I want to help you forge new bonds.

With LissaEdit

C SupportEdit

(Note: All instances of the word 'Risen' are replaced with the word 'bandits' in the European localization.)

  • Lissa: Avatar? Where aaare yooou?
  • Avatar: ...Zzz...
  • Lissa: There you are! I was just... Oh! (You're sleeping...?)
  • Avatar: Snnrk! Zzzzzzz...
  • Lissa: (You must really be wiped out. Not that I blame you, getting wrapped up in all this.) (Hee hee! Looks like it's time to quiiietly...geeently...hold your nose!)
  • Avatar: Nh...gnnkh...nnrrrgh...! BWARGH! Wha—?! Risen! Wolves! Risen riding wolves! They're...all... Wait a moment...
  • Lissa: Hee hee hee hee hee! AAAAH ha ha ha ha! "BWARGH"?! Oh gods, that was HILARIOUS! Heeeee hee hee hee hee!
  • Avatar: Lissa, gods bless it... I was fast asleep!
  • Lissa: And dreaming of Risen and wolves, apparently? Tee hee hee! I'm sorry, I tried to resist—I really did. But it was just too perfect!
  • Avatar: Who does such things? Is that really how your parents raised you?!
  • Lissa: ...I...I don't know... I never really knew my parents...
  • Avatar: Oh... Oh, right. That was... Er...
  • Lissa: Oh, don't worry about it. I know you didn't mean anything by it. And actually, there's something else that I should be apologizing for...
  • Avatar: Whatever it is, I'm sure I can forget it if you can forgive my heartless comment...
  • Lissa: Really? That's great! Oh, I was SO sure you were going to be SO angry... See, I was kinda doodling a pic of you in your big, new book of battle strategies... ...Aaand then I kinda spilled the ink and kinda...ruined the book, kinda...completely. Ireallyreallyreallydidn'tmeanto!
  • Avatar: WHAT?! But that was a rare text! I had just started to... ...Er, *ahem* I mean... It's... It's fine. Accidents...happen.
  • Lissa: Oooh pheeew!

B SupportEdit

  • Avatar: Phew! I am beat...
  • Lissa: All tuckered out, Avatar? How about a quick, refreshing shoulder rub?
  • Avatar: ...What are you plotting now?
  • Lissa: Oh, please. One little joke, one little time and you get all paranoid. This isn't about pranking anybody. I figure I owe you...
  • Avatar: How do you figure?
  • Lissa: Because you've taken a huge weight off my brother's shoulders, silly! You know what Chrom's like. He never asks for help, even when he needs it. But he trusts you, Avatar. Enough to rely on you. He's not the type to come out and say it, but I know he's grateful.
  • Avatar: You...think so?
  • Lissa: I know so! Nobody knows my big brother like me.
  • Avatar: Well, that is nice to hear...
  • Lissa: So, what do you say? Free massage? Going once... Gooooooing twiiice...
  • Avatar: Okay, I accept! I accept! ...Thanks, Lissa.
  • Lissa: Okay then... Urgh! Geez, your muscles are just one big knot back here...
  • Avatar: ...Aaaaaah, yes, right there... Oooh, that feels amazing...
  • Lissa: How about...this?
  • Avatar: WhaAAAAGH! Cold! Cold and slimy and coooooold! AUGH! IT MOVED! WHAT DID YOU DO, LISSA? WHAT IN BLAZES WAS THAT?!
  • Lissa: Teee hee hee hee! Oh, relax. It's just a frog. You were so perfectly calm, tee hee. I couldn't resist! It had to be done!
  • Avatar: I'm pretty sure it did NOT! And weren't you just saying yesterday that frogs make you "all pukey"?
  • Lissa: I'm willing to put up with a lot for the sake of comedy.
  • Avatar: Well, that makes one of us!

A SupportEdit

  • Lissa: Hey there, Avatar.
  • Avatar: Get away from me, she-devil!
  • Lissa: Aw, don't go getting your hackles up! I'm not here to prank you.
  • Avatar: Ha! Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice...don't talk to me again.
  • Lissa: Hee hee! Aw, come on! ...Wait, are you really mad?
  • Avatar: Of course I'm mad! You dumped a toad down my collar.
  • Lissa: I'm pretty sure that was a frog...
  • Avatar: I'm pretty sure I don't care!
  • Lissa: Okay, okay! I'm sorry, Avatar! I'm super-duper 100 percent sorry. And I won't do it anymore, so please be my friend again. Okay?
  • Avatar: ...You're really sorry?
  • Lissa: Terribly!
  • Avatar: And you SWEAR you won't do it again?
  • Lissa: Princess's honor!
  • Avatar: ...Well...all right. In that case I suppose I can forgive you... Let's just shake hands and put this silliness behind us.
  • Lissa: Thanks, Avatar! You're the bes... AAAAAUGH! Wh-what is that, in your hand?! Is it a sna... A sn-n-n...
  • Avatar: A snake? Oh, no, Lissa. I'm pretty sure this is a worm. ...Gotcha!
  • Lissa: Gya! I thought my heart was going to jump out of my throat! You're terrible, Avatar! AND a total hypocrite!
  • Avatar: Uh huh... Why don't you show me what's in YOUR hand, then.
  • Lissa: O-oh! What? ...This? Hee he... Why, how did this frog get here?
  • Avatar: ...Sorry, you were saying something about hypocrites?
  • Lissa: Aw, it's no fun if you see it coming!
  • Avatar: I'd have to be blind not to at this point.
  • Lissa: Oooooo! Next time I'm gonna prank you good!
  • Avatar: And next time I'll seriously stop talking to you.
  • Lissa: What?! Oh...fiiiine! Fine! I guess I'll stop. For real this time. *Sigh* Guess I still have a long way to go...
  • Avatar: Till you grow up?
  • Lissa: No, to the pond! ...I've got about a dozen frogs to put back.
  • Avatar: *Groooaaan*

S SupportEdit

  • Lissa: *Sigh* I thought "dying of boredom" was just an expression...
  • Avatar: All those pranks, and you're still bored?
  • Lissa: Oh, hi, Avatar. Yeah, it's not that much fun messing with the others... Their reactions are all quiet and stale and...blaaah. I mean, they just stare, or sigh, or walk away shaking their head... Nobody else does that rubbery thing with their face that you do.
  • Avatar: I do a rubbery thing with my face?
  • Lissa: But don't worry! You're safe. A promise is a promise, after all. I'm not thrilled about it, but I don't want you to hate me. So...no more pranks.
  • Avatar: ...... *Sigh* All right, Lissa. I give you permission to prank me again. I won't hate you for it, I promise.
  • Lissa: Wait, really?!
  • Avatar: BUT! On one condition... You have to open this box first.
  • Lissa: Ha! No way, mister! I know this trick! A bunch of snakes or bugs or guts or whatever is gonna pop out!
  • Avatar: ...Perhaps. It's up to you. I'm not forcing you.
  • Lissa: Hmm... I'm scared, but... Gya, that thing with your face, I miss it SO much! Okay then. Here goes... YAAAAAH!
  • Avatar: ......
  • Lissa: A...ring? Wait, Avatar, what's going on?
  • Avatar: I...I love you, Lissa. I love your loyalty, I love your candor, I love your spirit... Gods bless me, I think I even love your pranks! So...what do you say? Will you be my wife?
  • Lissa: *Sniff*
  • Avatar: Are you crying?! Don't cry! I'm sorry! You can say no; it won't hurt my feelings!
  • Lissa: No, stupid! I'm happy! I just... I've loved you for so long!
  • Avatar: What?! Really? ...Since when?
  • Lissa: Yes, really! And since the very beginning! ...I only pranked you to get your attention. Chrom gets to be close to you all the time, when you meet, or when you talk strategy... But I didn't have anything like that...
  • Avatar: Lissa, you could have talked to me about anything, anytime... I can't believe I never noticed...
  • Lissa: Me either... But now we've got all the time in the world to spend together! Oooo! Plus I opened the box, so I get to prank you again, right?!
  • Avatar: ...I thought the pranks were just to get my attention. And if we're getting married, I'd say you got my attention. Sooo...
  • Lissa: You think I'm going to marry that face and never make it do that crazy rubbery thing?! You're nuts!
  • Avatar: What?! Hey! I'm not sure I... Ah, well. If that's what it takes to make you happy...then so be it. Just go easy. We won't have all the time in the world together if I die of a heart attack.
  • Lissa: Heh ha, okay, I promise, Avatar. Wow, what a day... You must be tired out from all the excitement! Sooo...how about a quick shoulder rub from your new wife-to-be, hmm?
  • Lissa: Oh my gosh, this ring is huge! Oh, we're gonna have such a great life together.

With FrederickEdit

C SupportEdit

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

B SupportEdit

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

A SupportEdit

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

With SullyEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Sully: Ah, crap. Come on, Sully, get your damn act together...
  • Avatar: Sully? What are you mumbling about? ...And why are you holding your side? Is everything all right?
  • Sully: I'm fine! It's nothing! ...Leave me alone!
  • Avatar: You look anything but fine, Sully. You're not hurt, are you?
  • Sully: No, I... All right, I put on weight and my muscles mass is down. You believe that? We're fighting a war, and I'm getting a gut.
  • Avatar: What? Are you sure? You look great to me—same as ever.
  • Sully: Then you aren't looking hard enough.
  • Avatar: Well, this is a side of you I've never seen.
  • Sully: The hell you talking about?
  • Avatar: Well, I just...didn't think you were the kind of person to worry about her figure.
  • Sully: Gods, but you are a blooming ninny. This isn't about LOOKS! I said my muscle mass had dropped! And that's going to affect combat, which could get my arse KILLED!
  • Avatar: Eeeep! I mean, um, yes! Of course! I get it! ...P-please don't hurt me...
  • Sully: Hurt you? Why in the hell would I do that?
  • Avatar: *Ahem* Well, if you ARE worried about weight redistribution, you could try this.
  • Sully: *Sniff* Gods, it smells like horse slop! What is it, some kind of jerky?
  • Avatar: It's a rare form of dried seaweed, actually. I bought it back in town. The shopkeeper said it contained "insane quantities of fiber." Then he just kept saying "insane" and cackled while doing a little dance... Quite an odd fellow, really.
  • Sully: Hmm... Sounds risky.
  • Avatar: Well, I know how brave you are...
  • Sully: Is that a dare? Fine then! I'll try it!
  • Avatar: Great! To tell the truth, I've put on a few pounds myself lately... I've been meaning to try the seaweed but was too scar—er, busy! Too busy.
  • Sully: HA! Too much pie—that's your problem! All right then, Avatar. Let's see who can get in shape faster!

B SupportEdit

  • Sully: Nnngh... Yearrrgh...
  • Avatar: S-Sully? Oh, gods, Sully, what's wrong?! You look like a corpse! So worn out and thin! ...And your skin—it's GREEN! Have you been poisoned? What have you eaten lately?!
  • Sully: J-just the...dried seaweed...you gave me... Ate the...whole bag...last night... Oooooo... Unnngh...
  • Avatar: Wait...did you say...the WHOLE bag?
  • Sully: Is...that bad...?
  • Avatar: Sully, you're supposed to tear off a tiny piece and rehydrate it with water first. The chunk I gave you was a month's supply. If you ate the whole thing... Oh, dear heavens. Your poor bowels!
  • Sully: Kill...kill...you...for this...
  • Avatar: Sully, I am so, so sorry! I should have explained in more detail!
  • Sully: Grr... My own...d-damn fault, taking...shortcuts... But I won't...make that mistake again... Gonna start training... Rebuild muscles... Soon as I'm better...
  • Avatar: You must let me help you somehow. I just feel so awful about this.
  • Sully: Well... I don't know... Maybe... Oh g-gods... Here it comes again... HPPPMF!
  • Avatar: ...Yikes, that did not sound good...

A SupportEdit

  • Sully: Hah! Yaaah!
  • Avatar: Looking good, Sully! Feeling better, I take it? And just LOOK at those muscles! I'd say your training's paid off.
  • Sully: I'm getting there. Still got a bit of flab right here, though.
  • Avatar: Where? Here?
  • Sully: Hey! Hands off the merchandise!
  • Avatar: Um, Sully? That's not fat. That's loose skin.
  • Sully: Huh?
  • Avatar: I knew something was weird when you told me you were worried about getting flabby. You train harder than anyone I know.
  • Sully: Skin, huh?
  • Avatar: It's probably a result of the seaweed. You lost a lot of weight during your trial and the muscle is still filling in. Give it another week of combat and eating right, and it'll disappear soon enough.
  • Sully: Huh. I guess that makes sense.
  • Avatar: Trust me. You're in perfect shape. I should know—I've been training with you all week!
  • Sully: Huh. ...Well, all right then.
  • Avatar: I guess that means you win our contest. My belly hasn't shrunk an inch.
  • Sully: Well, just don't go trying any of that damn seaweed! Har har har!
  • Avatar: Er...heh heh, n-no, that would be a foolish thing to—HuuuRRRRRRGH?! ...Uh-oh.
  • Sully: Oh, don't tell me... You ate the seaweed?
  • Avatar: Y-you kept getting...skinnier... I h-had to...catch up...
  • Sully: You idiot! You saw what that stuff did to me!
  • Avatar: N-no, you're... Urk! You're right... S-s-so right... Gotta go! *GURRRF*
  • Sully: Yikes, that did not sound good...

S SupportEdit

  • Sully: Feeling better, Avatar?
  • Avatar: I think the storm has passed, thank goodness. Plus all the training's starting to pay off! My muscles are hard as rocks! Just look at them! Rrrrrr...
  • Sully: ...Whoa, that IS impressive. Hey, and check out my skin! It's all back to normal! See? Feel it!
  • Avatar: Er...
  • Sully: ...What?
  • Avatar: N-no, I just... L-last time I touched you, you threatened to take my hands off.
  • Sully: Yeah, well... Maybe I don't mind quite as much now.
  • Avatar: No...? In that case, maybe it's time I gave you this...
  • Sully: ...A ring? Are you... Are you proposing to me?
  • Avatar: I love you Sully! I can't think about anything else! When we started out, I just saw you as this intimidating stranger... But the more we trained, the more I saw what an amazing person you really are.
  • Sully: ...I see.
  • Avatar: So wh-what do you say?
  • Sully: ...I guess I've been thinking about you a lot as well, Avatar. Heh, even as I was cursing your name for that damn weight-loss seaweed... Of course, you showing off those muscles didn't hurt either, heh heh... What I want to say is...I feel the same way. So yes, I accept.
  • Avatar: YES! Oh, I'm so happy! I can finally quit all these workouts... What do you say, shall we have a few pies to celebrate?
  • Sully: OH NO YOU DON'T!
  • Sully: I...I love you, you bastard. There, I said it! Now don't ask me again!

With VirionEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Avatar: So if the cavaliers spread out in a fan... And the pegasus knights sweep in from the flank...
  • Virion: Goodness, I can practically see smoke rising from your head. Whatever could have you working at such a fevered tilt?
  • Avatar: I'm practicing strategies and scenarios on this game board. After a hundred forced marches, these pieces are still ready for more. It saves me from running everyone ragged with training exercises.
  • Virion: ...How very clever. You even carved little enemy forces for them to fight. I'm impressed. And that doesn't happen often...with other people, I mean.
  • Avatar: Well, as long as I control friend and foe alike, it's not as effective as I'd prefer. After all, I can't plan for the unexpected when I know all the moves ahead of time.
  • Virion: Then permit me to be your opponent. I shall strike with the nobility of the lion and defend with the grace of the swan!
  • Avatar: Because swans are...good defenders? Er, never mind. I accept. So then. We'll take turns moving units until one of us claims the other's commander. Agreed?
  • Virion: Agreed and agreed again! Oh, what fun! ...Begin, please. By all means.
  • (Scene transition)
  • Avatar: Hold! I need to retract my last move.
  • Virion: Ha ha! Were that all enemy generals so generous! But alas, this is war. ...Checkmate, my good sir.
  • Avatar: ...Blast! I hate to admit it, but I am well and truly beaten.
  • Virion: Oh ho! I told you I was both a lion and a swan, did I not?
  • Avatar: More like a chicken and the far end of a horse! I'm no noble lord, but your strategy wasn't exactly what I'd call honorable.
  • Virion: Heavens! Aren't we plainspoken.
  • Avatar: Still, I appreciate the practice. Thank you, Virion.
  • Virion: If you wish me to unleash my dishonorable strategies again, you have but to ask.

B SupportEdit

  • Avatar: Ho, Virion! Care for a rematch? I have a method to defeat you this time for certain!
  • Virion: Oh? How thrilling! I do so love a challenge. Though I do recall you saying something similar before the last 20 attempts... One moment. You're not, by any chance, losing on purpose, are you, sir? I see now! This was all a ruse to spend more time with your noble Virion! Charming, I suppose, but I fear my heart has room only for the fairer sex.
  • Avatar: And my heart has no room for a grown man in a bib.
  • Virion: B-bib?! Now see here, you uncouth barbarian! This is a CRAVAT! This is the very height of fashion among sartorially minded nobility.
  • Avatar: ...Sounds fancy. Your move?
  • Virion: Gya! I can forgive ignorance, but sarcasm is another matter! You've made a mockery of the delicate art of hollow flattery! I demand satisfaction on the field of battle, sir. Have at you!
  • Avatar: Do your worst!
  • (Scene transition)
  • Avatar: Blast and blast again! Why can't I beat you?!
  • Virion: It seems my cravat is vindicated.
  • Avatar: I'll not speak to your fashion sense, but you have a real knack for strategy, Virion. Perhaps you should be giving orders instead of me.
  • Virion: Inadvisable, my dear lad. I fear we'd never last the war. Spare a second glance at the board and tell me: Who has more soldiers left alive?
  • Avatar: Ah...
  • Virion: I won, yes, but at what cost? Half the moves I make in this game could never be used in a real battle. My own men would have my head on a pike before the enemy even reached me. No, this army needs a tactician who loathes the sacrifice of even a single man. It needs you, Avatar.
  • Avatar: Virion? That was almost...kind. Perhaps even sensible. Are you feeling well? You're starting to sound like a normal person.
  • Virion: I am ever the definition of sensibility. And "normal" is just another word for "common," thank you very much. Still, I'm confident you'll come to share my uniquely elegant sensibilities with time. Why, people will think us twins!
  • Avatar: I'd sooner you put an arrow through my head...

A SupportEdit

  • Avatar: *Sigh* I lose. ...Again.
  • Virion: It was your gambit with the wyvern rider seven moves back that doomed you.
  • Avatar: ...Ah, I see. Because that left my vanguard's flank exposed. You really are excellent at this, Virion. I just can't compete.
  • Virion: Nonsense! Why, you're winning almost one match in three as of late. The pace of your progress is frankly somewhat frightening.
  • Avatar: Any strides I've made have been due to your patience. Thank you for working with me. I've really come to look forward to our matches. The sad part is, unless I manage to best you at least once, I have trouble sleeping!
  • Virion: Do not feel ashamed. You're not the first to be vexed by my tactical prowess! But I am happy to be of service, even if it is as your personal jousting dummy. If our matches help ease the burden you carry, then it is my honor to continue them.
  • Avatar: ...And I am burdened, Virion. Sometimes I feel as if I could drown on dry land. The army relies on me to plan their every move and tactic. I lack the experience for such responsibility. It's enough to make a man flee in terror.
  • Virion: And yet here you remain, when a lesser soul might have turned craven and ran. Such actions have earned you the respect of us all, you must know that? And regardless of this game, your skill on a true battlefield approaches genius. I am content to place my life in your hands, and that says a very great deal.
  • Avatar: I don't know what to say... Thank you, Virion. I'll do my best to remain worthy of your trust.
  • Virion: And I shall strive to aid you in all things, my friend.

With StahlEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Avatar: Now, what would he want more than anything? Hmm... Maybe a sword? Wait, what am I thinking? He already owns the most treasured sword of all...
  • Stahl: Heya, Avatar! You thinking up a birthday present for old man Chrom?
  • Avatar: He's hardly "old," Stahl... But yes, I am. And to be honest, I'm at a bit of a loss for ideas.
  • Stahl: Ha! Isn't that a pickle!
  • Avatar: Buying for royalty would be hard enough, but we're in the middle of a war. It'd have to be small, to transport easily with the caravan, and nothing excessive...
  • Stahl: Yeah, cheap is good. Chrom's never been much for gold and glitter, anyway. I was actually thinking of brewing up a special concoction for him.
  • Avatar: You mean like a potion or tonic? I didn't know you dabbled in such!
  • Stahl: My father is an apothecary, and he taught me the trade.
  • Avatar: Homemade gifts are always the best! Would that I possessed any such talents...
  • Stahl: Er, say. My ingredients are quite costly and difficult to find in the wild...
  • Avatar: Perhaps I could help gather them?
  • Stahl : Yes, exactly! Then the present could be from the both of us.
  • Avatar: Perfect! We can solve both our problems in one fell swoop.
  • Stahl: Then it's a deal!

B SupportEdit

  • Avatar: Chrom loved the gift, Stahl! Thanks so much for letting me chip in.
  • Stahl: Not at all-I should be thanking YOU. I doubt I could have afforded everything without your fat purse.
  • Avatar: Oh, come now. Don't think I'll fall for that old trick...You helped me and just made it seem like I was helping you. I don't know how you do it, but I'm grateful nonetheless!
  • Stahl: Heh. I guess I've always been good at reading people. Even when I was young, I could tell what folks wanted before they even said it. It's not much of a secret ability, but it's the only one I've got!
  • Avatar: On the contrary, I think being sensitive to others is a precious skill indeed.
  • Stahl: I don't know if I'm sensitive, exactly. I just find it easy to read people. You'd be amazed how much you can read from a face, if you know what to look for.
  • Avatar: And you can always read these thoughts?
  • Stahl: Absolutely!
  • Avatar: Stahl, that's a remarkable talent! Truly.
  • Stahl: Ha! Not at all! It's just the coping mechanism of an overly dull man.
  • Avatar: Reading thoughts from faces or gestures? That's every bit as impressive as magic. I bet you're always one step ahead of your rivals, on the battlefield and off.
  • Stahl: Hmm...I guess it has saved my skin a time or two.
  • Avatar: Like how you read my mind when I was wondering what to get Chrom...
  • Stahl: Er, actually, that time, I just overheard you talking to yourself.
  • Avatar: Was I? Oh! Ah ha ha...

A SupportEdit

  • Stahl: *Sigh*
  • Avatar: What's wrong, Stahl? You sound a bit down.
  • Stahl: Well, I apparently need to practice, then! It was supposed to be a sigh of relief. Some friends were in a bit of a row, but I managed to calm the waters.
  • Avatar: You are always doing things like that, aren't you? Helping others with their problems. Most of us are too busy looking after ourselves, but you always find the time.
  • Stahl: Well, in a way it was for my own sake. Troubled folks make me uncomfortable. When I see friends fighting, my first instinct is to intervene and restore the peace.
  • Avatar: Ha! And now you're acting humble and deflecting praise from yourself.
  • Stahl: Er, sorry. Is that annoying?
  • Avatar: Not annoying, no. But you should stand up for yourself from time to time, too. For example, you could start by telling people that today is your birthday.
  • Stahl: Huh? You knew?
  • Avatar: I found out, yes, but not from you! Friends should be able to tell each other that much. War may be raging around us, but that doesn't mean we can't have fun sometimes.
  • Stahl: I suppose...
  • Avatar: You spend so much time looking after other people that someone has to look after you. And I've decided that someone is going to be me! So, here. Have a couple of fried fig cakes in honor of your birthday.
  • Stahl: Aw, my favorite! Thanks, Avatar. You're a true friend.

With VaikeEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Avatar: ...Vaike? What are you up to out here?
  • Vaike: Eh? Me? Up to? Nothin'! Har har! Yessir, just a whooole lot of nothin'. Oh, lookie there! Pretty flowers! I sure do love me a pretty flower, don't you? Yep! Love 'em. All of 'em! ...Say what's your favorite flower, Avatar?
  • Avatar: ...Okay, now I KNOW you're up to something.
  • Vaike: Har har! Nope, not me! Just lookin' at all them pretty flowers is all. Nice, ain't they?
  • Avatar: Liar. You're trying to see who's bathing in the spring over there.
  • Vaike: S-spring? There's a spring? Why, I had NO idea!
  • Avatar: Don't play dumb with me, Vaike! Now stop leering and get back to camp.
  • Vaike: Aw, come on now! You're a man! You know how it is! Don't you ever—
  • Avatar: No. I don't. ...Thank the gods.
  • Vaike: Right little goody two-shoes, ain't ya? Interrupting my fun just when... Oh, fine. Guess I'm done lookin' at flowers. But don't think you can keep me— Huh? What's that?
  • Avatar: That's Sully's horse isn't it? Gods, but it's a fierce-looking brute. Do you see how it's glaring at us? It's almost as if it thinks...
  • Vaike: IT'S GONNA CHARGE! RUN! RUN FOR YOUR LIIIIIIIFE!
  • Avatar: B-but I didn't do anything! Gyaaaaaa!

B SupportEdit

  • Vaike: Har! It's the Vaike's lucky day! Sully's horse is dozin' away, and that meddling little—
  • Avatar: Meddling little...what?
  • Vaike: Blast! You again? Er, I mean... Oh, look! A four-leaf clover! Lucky me!
  • Avatar: For that lie to work, you actually need to have a four-leaf clover. You were spying on bathing women again, weren't you?! Don't deny it!
  • Vaike: I DO deny it! ...Besides, what are YOU doing skulkin' around the bushes?
  • Avatar: I was collecting elderberries. For tea. Not that it's any concern of yours! Now keep your voice down! You might wake up Sully's devil steed.
  • Vaike: What do you care if it wakes? I'm the one he's got it in for.
  • Avatar: Not anymore, thanks to you! Ever since that time I caught you snooping, the beast has made me its sworn enemy. If I get within half a league, it's after me like a hound from hell!
  • Vaike: Har har! So the beast has the evil eye for Lord Goody Two-Shoes himself? There's a word for that... What is it... Tip of my tongue... Oh, I know! ...IRONIC! HAR HAR!
  • Avatar: Frankly, being tarred with the same brush as you is punishment enough. In any case, neither of us want to be here if that horse wakes up. Come on, let's get back to camp.
  • Vaike: ...Curses, I truly thought today was going to be the Vaike's lucky... Wait. That evil horse—it's gone!
  • Avatar: V-Vaike... D-don't turn around... It's right...behind you...
  • Vaike: It's...b-behind me? ARRRRRRRRRRRRGH! RUUUUUUUN! FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT'S GOOD AND HOLY, RUUUUUUUUUUUUN!
  • Avatar: WHY MEEEEEEEEE?!

A SupportEdit

  • Avatar: Hey, Vaike. Why the long face?
  • Vaike: ...Oh. Hello, Avatar. So, uh... I've been thinkin'. The Vaike's caused ya a lot of grief. I feel bad about it.
  • Avatar: It's not like you to be so introspective. Why does it worry me...
  • Vaike: Well, I was having a bath—you know, down by the spring—and well... These ladies appeared outta nowhere and started pointin' and laughin' at poor Teach! I was stark naked, with my clothes hung up on the far side of the creek! I reckon they were gettin' revenge for those times I...accidentally spied on 'em.
  • Avatar: Huh.
  • Vaike: And that blasted horse was there, grinnin' like a rabid crocodile! It was humiliatin'!
  • Avatar: Well, that does sound unpleasant. Even if you only have yourself to blame. One might call it... Oh, what's the word? Ah, yes: ironic! In any case, can we please assume that you've finally learned your lesson?
  • Vaike: Yeah, now that I know what it's like to be the victim, the Vaike's spyin' days are over.
  • Avatar: Good. I think when you look back on this later, you'll be glad it happened. But, come. No use moping about what's done. The Shepherds need their Teach. They need his passion and his willingness to take on anything or anyone, damn the odds!
  • Vaike: Har har. Now that's the truth! ...You're all right, Avatar. A good friend through and through.
  • Avatar: You...consider me a friend?
  • Vaike: Darn right! You're in the Vaike circle of trust. Not many folk earn that privilege! ...But now that we're friends and all, that means we can ask each other favors.
  • Avatar: Favors? Well, I suppose if there's something—
  • Vaike: I've given up spying, but I owe those girls a good scare! No one makes a mockery of Teach and gets away with it! So put your thinkin' cap on and brew up some kinda revenge scheme, okay? Maybe some way to dump puddin' on their heads or somethin'.
  • Avatar: Pudding, Vaike? Honestly?

With MirielEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Miriel: ...How discomposing.
  • Avatar: That looked like a pretty bad spill, Miriel. Are you hurt?
  • Miriel: A minor contusion. Benign.
  • Avatar: Everything you were carrying went flying. I see your herbs, some papers, a... What is this? A book? A journal?
  • Miriel: Unhand that, sir!
  • Avatar: Sorry! Sorry. I didn't realize it was so important.
  • Miriel: Important? Hmm... ......
  • Avatar: Miriel?
  • Miriel: I suppose it does bear some import, yes. It's a lodestar, of sorts. One that points the way to the truth.
  • Avatar: Wow. Who wrote it? A famous mage or something?
  • Miriel: Not famous at all, no. The author was my mother.
  • Avatar: Ah, that explains the rough binding. Er, no offense intended. Still, that's amazing. Was your mother a mage as well? Or perhaps a scientist?
  • Miriel: What is the impetus for your inquiry?
  • Avatar: Impetus for my... You mean, why do I ask? Er, I don't know. ...I'm curious? Wouldn't most people be?
  • Miriel: An autonomic reaction to conversational stimulus. I see... .......
  • Avatar: Um did I say something strange?
  • Miriel: Curious, perhaps. Meriting closer study, certainly. Spontaneous reactive curiosity. Fascinating. But what is the underlying mechanism?
  • Avatar: ...I really think you're reading too much into this.

B SupportEdit

  • Avatar: Oh, blast! My item pouch is gone. I must have dropped it somewhere...
  • Miriel: Is this the object in question?
  • Avatar: Ah, yes! My thanks, Miriel. I keep it tied to my belt, but it's always falling off for some reason.
  • Miriel: Such actions are indicative of a pervasive downward force exerted on the object. My mother's book contained a passage espousing a similar theory...
  • Avatar: So, um, can I have my pouch back now?
  • Miriel: ...Ah, yes. Here is the passage in question: "On all objects there acts a force which pulls them ever groundward." "Through invisible and without apparent cause, it exists nonetheless." "I posit that it is by this principle we remain rooted to the ground." ...Most intriguing!
  • Avatar: ...Miriel? ...Hello?
  • Miriel: ...Yet birds fly unencumbered by this force. The sun and stars and clouds do not fall. What explains these exceptions?
  • Avatar: Miriel? ...Miiiriel? ...MIRIEL!
  • Miriel: Wah!
  • Avatar: S-Sorry! ...Didn't mean to startle you.
  • Miriel: My respiratory functions ceased for a moment. This is very disruptive. Please do not scatter my thoughts further.
  • Avatar: Er, sorry...
  • Miriel: I require a period of quiet solitude to marshal my thoughts. Farewell.
  • Avatar: Wait! My...pouch...

A SupportEdit

  • Miriel: So, given these conditions, a body with a mass of X falls at a rate of Y
  • Avatar: Um... What are you doing with my item pouch, Miriel?
  • Miriel: Experimenting in an attempt to establish a unified theory of falling. Whether thrown, catapulted, or dropped from great heights, it falls to the ground. The results have been consistent across hundreds of trials.
  • Avatar: H-hey! I had a lot of fragile things in that pouch! Potions and baubles and... *Sigh* ...You know what? Keep it.
  • Miriel: Thank you.
  • Avatar: Sometimes I wish you'd show half as much interest in people as you do in science.
  • Miriel: Well, I am interested in certain people. You, of course.
  • Avatar: Me? Why me?
  • Miriel: You have a virtuosic proficiency in strategy, despite your amnesia. It is truly fascinating. From this, we can extrapolate two possible hypotheses. One: talent is wholly independent from memory and experience. Two: memories and experience related to the use of one's talents cannot be lost.
  • Avatar: Miriel? Are you still talking to me?
  • Miriel: I am now, yes.
  • Avatar: Er, you're not going to tell me not to disrupts your thoughts again?
  • Miriel: I can if you wish it.
  • Avatar: N-no, thanks. I'm just happy to know I wasn't a bother, I guess.
  • Miriel: That would be difficult. You are the focus of intense interest on my part.
  • Avatar: O-kay. I just don't like to think that I'm bothering a friend. That's all.
  • Miriel: I was unaware that our interactions had acquired the label of friendship.
  • Avatar: Why not? I think it must have happened somewhere along the way, right? ...No?
  • Miriel: Fascinating...

S SupportEdit

  • Miriel: Might I have a moment, Avatar? The pouch you donated to my research the other day contained...this.
  • Avatar: Ah!
  • Miriel: Judging from the toroid shape and material properties, it is some manner of ring. Quite beautifully crafted, if naive in design. Is this your handiwork?
  • Avatar: Oh, no. I bought it in town a ways back. It was too pretty to pass up. I figured if I ever found someone to marry, I could...give it to them.
  • Miriel: Ah. My apologies, then, for not returning it to you sooner.
  • Avatar: Er...Actually, how about... How about you keep it?
  • Miriel: Are you certain? ...But you claimed it a ring you would give your future wife?
  • Avatar: Yeah, that's... That's kind of my point actually.
  • Miriel: I see. The ring is for your wife, yet you give the ring to me. Ergo, I would be your wife.
  • Avatar: Well, that's one way to think of it, sure... But yes, that's the idea.
  • Miriel: How interesting. No concrete boundary demarcates the entrance to friendship... Yet the spousal relationship is strictly codified with explicit cues and rituals! ...Very well. From this moment on, the transitive property holds that I am yours.
  • Avatar: You do have a choice in the matter, you know?
  • Miriel: I'm well aware of this. Call it spontaneous reactive affection. Or an autonomic reply to emotional stimuli. Or perhaps it's an invisible, inexorable force that draws me to you. Whatever the causation, I suspect I've fallen for you. ...Ah! This calls for a new unified theory!
  • Avatar: Heh, well we've got the rest of our lives to figure it out. (...And the rest of my life to try and understand what the heck you're saying.)
  • Miriel: Yes! Let us begin the experimentation immediately.
  • Miriel: What rapture...to have an astute significant other with whom to scrutinize this world's illimitable mysteries!

With SumiaEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Avatar: That's a lot of books you've got there, Sumia. Are you going to read all of them?
  • Sumia: Oh, hello, Avatar! Yes, this IS a lot of books, isn't it? Someone threw them out of a wagon, so I figured I'd give them a good home.
  • Avatar: What a good idea! I always find it relaxing to do a little light reading in the evening.
  • Sumia: Oh, you can borrow some if you want? I certainly can't read them all at once.
  • Avatar: You don't mind?
  • Sumia: Of course not! Here, which one looks good?
  • Avatar: I'm not sure. What do you recommend?
  • Sumia: Let's see... Ooh, this one looks like a real page-turner! "Shanty Pete and the Haunted Pirates"!
  • Avatar: Er, thank you, but I don't like to read scary stories before bed.
  • Sumia: Oh, of course. Well, what about... "A Simpleton's Guide to Pegasus Care"?
  • Avatar: I'm not really that into animal nonfiction...
  • Sumia: Well, maybe third time's the charm. Let's see now... Oh, this looks great! "Wyvern Wars: Terror at High Noon"!
  • Avatar: ...Do you perhaps have anything a bit more...literary?
  • Sumia: ...Oh, pegasus poop! I'm USELESS at this! Useless, useless, useless! Just pick him out a book, Sumia! It's so easy, Sumia! But noooooo! I'm too...darn...USELESS! *Sniff* Waaaaaaaaaah!
  • Avatar: Oh, goodness! Please don't cry! I didn't mean to imply... A-actually, did you say "Wyvern Wars"? I've always wanted to read that one! I mean, it has terror at high noon and everything, right? You, uh, can't beat that...
  • Sumia: *Sniff* R-really? You want that one? Oh, I'm so happy... I hope you like it!
  • Avatar: (Pretty sure I have to at this point...)

B SupportEdit

  • Avatar: Here's that book I borrowed, Sumia. It was actually pretty interesting. The encounter at high noon was epic! I stayed up far too late reading it.
  • Sumia: Oh, I'm so glad you liked it! I'll bump it to the top of my pile.
  • Avatar: So, what are you reading now?
  • Sumia: "Ribald Tales of the Faith War."
  • Avatar: I've never heard of it. Is it a novel?
  • Sumia: Yes. It's roughly based on historical events, but all the characters are made up. And there's lots of... Well, ribald parts. But I suppose that's obvious.
  • Avatar: You don't say?
  • Sumia: Do you like novels, Avatar? Or are you more of a nonfiction type?
  • Avatar: Novels are good. Although I suppose I read a little bit of everything.
  • Sumia: Oh, I just LOVE a good novel! I get so caught up in them I sometimes forget my own sad little life. I can pretend to be a knight in shiny armor! ...Or maybe an evil mage. Bwa ha ha!
  • Avatar: I know what you mean. I always feel a bit sad when a good story comes to an end.
  • Sumia: Oh, I know. Then it's back to reality for Sumia! Back to sad, sad reality... Er, but then I think about the next story and get excited all over again!
  • Avatar: So then? What are you planning to read next?
  • Sumia: "Mad Tales of a Bloodthirsty Falcon Knight"! ...Volume one. Of thirty-seven.
  • Avatar: Oh. Well, that certainly sounds...like...a thing...

A SupportEdit

  • Sumia: Hold, Avatar! Do you think me insane?!
  • Avatar: Well, I didn't...
  • Sumia: For I see that which others cannot! Demons and devils lurk in shadows dark!
  • Avatar: A-are you feeling all right, Sumia? Perhaps I should summon a healer...
  • Sumia: ...What? Hee hee! Oh, no, I'm fine! See, I'm reading a new book. I was just pretending to be the heroine. Her name is Madame Shambles, and she sees what others cannot in shadows dark! Anyway, I've been saying her lines to try and get inside her head and be more like her. ...Do you think that's weird?
  • Avatar: Yes, it's actually very weird.
  • Sumia: Oh, pegasus dung! I was worried it might be. But see, I thought if I could act like her, I'd maybe become less of a clod.
  • Avatar: You don't need to pretend to be someone else, Sumia. You're perfect as you are! ...Well, maybe not perfect. But pretty good. Anyway, if you did end up changing, we'd lose the Sumia we know and love.
  • Sumia: R-really? Gosh, I never figured anyone would give two hoots. But if YOU'D miss me, Avatar...
  • Avatar: Of course I would!
  • Sumia: Well, all right then! My next book will be about a girl who's clumsy and plain like me!
  • Avatar: Er, I think you're missing the point of—
  • Sumia: Ooo, wait! Look at this one! "The Princess Who Fell Down the Stairs"! It's PERFECT!
  • Avatar: Yes... Yes, I suppose it is.

S SupportEdit

  • Avatar: ...Sumia? I can't help but notice that you aren't carrying a book.
  • Sumia: I'm done with books! No more make-believe for me! At least, not until I gain more confidence in who I am.
  • Avatar: Oh? What brought this on?
  • Sumia: I realized I was using those stories to run away from myself. Every time I messed up, I'd read a book and pretend I was someone else. Well, that's just not healthy! ...Plus I was running out of books. Anyway, I decided it was time to stop before I became totally hopeless.
  • Avatar: You're not hopeless, Sumia.
  • Sumia: Oh, posh! It's nice of you to say so for my sake, but you can be honest with me.
  • Avatar: I am being honest, Sumia. I've been thinking of you ever since we started sharing books. In truth I... I think about you all the time. And I've grown incredibly fond of you.
  • Sumia: Um, are YOU pretending to be a character now? Because I can't believe that—
  • Avatar: I bought a ring! ...For you, I mean. I'm a simple man with little in the way of wealth or land or social opportunity. And I certainly can't make you a princess like the heroines in your stories. But I can promise to love you more each day that we are together. Sumia, will you marry me?
  • Sumia: Oh, Avatar... I don't need to be a princess! I don't need anything else if I have you! I accept! I accept with all my heart!
  • Avatar: Oh, Sumia, I'm so happy! It's like we're in a storybook of our very own.
  • Sumia: And we'll live happily ever after!
  • Sumia: It's so nice to feel special for once. To love someone more than anything in the world, and have them love me back...

With KellamEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Avatar: The others claim it's a ghost, but I refuse to put stock in such things.
  • Kellam: Claim what is a ghost?
  • Avatar: WAAAAAAAAAAH! ...Oh! It's you, Kellam! You surprised me.
  • Kellam: Sorry. You looked a little worried... I just wanted to see if you were all right.
  • Avatar: Well, there IS something troubling me... The men are reporting strange incidents—baffling phenomena that defy explanation.
  • Kellam: Goodness! Like what?
  • Avatar: Well, for example, whenever a group of us gather, drinks materialize on the table. Also, there's always one more cup than people present. But everyone denies that they brought the cup or served the drinks! It's most peculiar. So peculiar, in fact, that some are claiming it to be the work of spirits...
  • Kellam: It's not a ghost.
  • Avatar: Oh, of course it's not. I just don't know what it could possibly—
  • Kellam: It's me. I serve the drinks.
  • Avatar: You? ...But wait. Why would you bring one cup too many?
  • Kellam: That's my cup. I guess it's just that no one ever...notices me...
  • Avatar: What?! That's almost as absurd as the ghost theory!

B SupportEdit

  • Avatar: La de dah de dum... ♪ Shanty Pete danced on a barrel of rum... ♪ Oh, hullo?! Where did this drink come from? ...Kellam, are you there?
  • Kellam: Right here. ...In front of you.
  • Avatar: Ah, yes, of course—now I see you. Thank you for the drink!
  • Kellam: I didn't want to interrupt while you were humming there. Sorry...
  • Avatar: Not at all! I was just taken aback when the cup seemed to appear at my elbow...
  • Kellam: Um, yes. Sorry...again...
  • Avatar: You know, Kellam, if you want people to notice you more, you should speak up.
  • Kellam: Oh, I'm not looking to be noticed. Not especially, anyway.
  • Avatar: Well, if that's your plan, I have to say you are succeeding brilliantly.
  • Kellam: Plus whenever I do speak, people start screaming about hearing voices... At least, that's what happened at dinner last night...
  • Avatar: Heh, so that WAS you... Half the camp refused to come out of their tents for fear of the "ghost"!
  • Kellam: Sorry!
  • Avatar: Stop being sorry! It's their own fault for being such superstitious hens.
  • Kellam: Yes, but I understand now why people react so strangely whenever I do them favors. Next time I bring tea for everyone, I'll be sure to shout what I'm doing. And I'll try to stop standing sideways... Or in shadows. Or behind barrels...
  • Avatar: Splendid idea, Kellam! That's the spirit! We'll get you noticed yet.

A SupportEdit

  • Kellam: Eh? A slice of crowberry pie? What's this doing here?
  • Avatar: It's for you, Kellam.
  • Kellam: Avatar! Y-you saw me!
  • Avatar: The trick is to squint and look sideways. I've been working on it here and there. Anyway, you're always so helpful to everyone else, I wanted to return the favor.
  • Kellam: ...Thanks.
  • Avatar: Not at all. It's the least I can do.
  • Kellam: Gosh, you really are good to me, Avatar. I know I said I don't do it for thanks, but it IS nice to hear...especially from you. ...Well, guess I'll be going now.
  • Avatar: What in the... How did he DO that?! He just vanished!
  • Kellam: Er, I'm right over here. Straightening up these axes.
  • Avatar: ...Oh, right. Of course. I knew that. It's just that you gave this enigmatic smile, turned to the left, and then...disappeared! Almost as if you'd achieved enlightenment and transcended this mortal plane!
  • Kellam: ...That's some imagination you have.
  • Avatar: Ha ha. Yes, well...perhaps I've read a few too many morality plays as of late. In any case, forget the axes for now—everyone is waiting to see you.
  • Kellam: Me? ...But why?
  • Avatar: They all want to apologize for making such a fuss about the supposed hauntings.
  • Kellam: ...Oh, um, I don't know. That sounds like an awful lot of attention...
  • Avatar: Sometimes, Kellam, we all have to stand up and be noticed.
  • Kellam: All right. But if I'm feeling shy, I might have to transcend to a higher plane again.
  • Avatar: Ah-HA! I KNEW IT!
  • Kellam: That was a joke! A joke? ...Ha ha ha? ...Avatar? Why are you backing away from me like that...?

With DonnelEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Donnel: Nah, still no good. The hook's too big. Maybe if I... Naw, that ain't it neither!
  • Avatar: Donnel? What are you trying to do?
  • Donnel: This dang fishin' hook I'm makin' just don't wanna work for me. See here? Way it is now, the fish'll just slip right off soon as it starts fightin'.
  • Avatar: Ah, yes. It needs a barb on the inside. Here, may I? ...There we go.
  • Donnel: Wow, thanks! I owe ya one, Avatar. How'd ya know so much about fishin' hooks anyhow?
  • Avatar: Oh, just something I read about at one time or another.
  • Donnel: Shoulda guessed. You always got yer nose in one dusty book or another. I just wish there was some way I could return the favor. Say, you know anythin' 'bout buildin' snares? I'm actually a pretty good trapper.
  • Avatar: Not much, I'm afraid. Perhaps you'd teach me some basic traps sometime?
  • Donnel: Darn tootin' I will! We can start with a box trap. Ain't nothin' to it.
  • Avatar: Sure, sounds great!

B SupportEdit

  • Avatar: Hey, Donny! You remember that box trap you helped me make? Well, I caught a boar! Just look at the size of this thing!
  • Donnel: It's near as big as this fish I caught thanks to yer tricky hook!
  • Avatar: Goodness, I think we're going to have leftovers tonight.
  • Donnel: Heck, if we smoke that boar'a yours, we'll be set for a month.
  • Avatar: Boar jerky? My mouth's watering just thinking about it... Oh, and speaking of, I was working on ways to improve that trap. I think I've got a better trigger figured out. You should come by and take a look.
  • Donnel: Swell! I got a new hook I wanted to show ya, anyhow.
  • Avatar: Ha ha, listen to us! We're obsessed.
  • Donnel: Heh, ain't that the truth? We ain't even on larder duty!
  • Avatar: We should be, the way we're stockpiling provisions.
  • Donnel: I wager the others'd think we're a right pair of greedyguts, way we's goin'.
  • Avatar: I know! Ah ha ha!

A SupportEdit

  • Avatar: Do you cook, Donny?
  • Donnel: Sure—if I ain't got a choice. You?
  • Avatar: I've only poisoned myself twice!
  • Donnel: You say that like yer proud! But ain't much use to all this meat if we can't do nothin' with it.
  • Avatar: Do you want to have a go? At cooking it, I mean? I'll bet if the two of us put our heads together we could up with something.
  • Donnel: No harm in tryin'.
  • Avatar: Gah! The fish! You're burning it!
  • Donnel: And yer stew is boilin' over!
  • Avatar: HOOOOOOT! Hot! Hot! Hot!
  • Donnel: You all right?!
  • Avatar: Ow... Y-yes, I think so. It's just a little burn.
  • Donnel: You gotta cool that, quick! Take this... Aw, horse apples! We're outta water! I'll go draw some. Don't move! I got the water! Stick yer hand in there!
  • Avatar: Ahhhhhhhhh...
  • Donnel: I reckon there WAS harm in us tryin' to cook.
  • Avatar: Still, I'd say it was worth it. At least I got to learn something about you.
  • Donnel: And what's that?
  • Avatar: You've got a cool head in a crisis. You were quick on your feet and kept it together. Thanks again for the water.
  • Donnel: Shucks. Ain't nothin' nobody else wouldn'ta done...
  • Avatar: Don't be so modest. You certainly... *sniff* *sniiiiiiff* Er, Donny? Is something burning?
  • Donnel: The fish! The fish is still on the goldurn fire!
  • Avatar: I think the harm is starting to outweigh the benefit now. Let's just throw some dirt over these cookfires and slink away. Er, and perhaps we'll not mention this to anyone else, eh?

With Lon'quEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Lon'qu: ...*Ahem* I cannot focus with you leering at me.
  • Avatar: Oh! Sorry, Lon'qu. I just got caught up watching you practice. Your style is a perfect blend of accuracy, power, and speed. They really know what they're doing up in Regna Ferox.
  • Lon'qu: Strength is everything there. Weakness is weeded out and eliminated.
  • Avatar: Would you mind teaching me a few moves?
  • Lon'qu: ...I am no teacher. Besides, you are of Ylisse. The knights of your people have their own style. You would be better served learning from Frederick.
  • Avatar: Oh, I already am. But with the two styles being so different, why not learn what both can offer? It's possible a mix of the two would be stronger than either one alone.
  • Lon'qu: A naive thought. ...But not impossible. Very well. Draw your sword.
  • Avatar: Wait, we're jumping right into sparring?
  • Lon'qu: I told you, I am no teacher. You will have to learn for yourself. Come! Show me how a man of Ylisse fights! You will not be the only one to learn here.
  • Avatar: So be it!

B SupportEdit

  • Lon'qu: Here for another round?
  • Avatar: Thank you, but no. I'm still recovering from the last one... I'll say this—I'm glad we're not at war with Ferox!
  • Lon'qu: And I'm far from her strongest. I am...inexperienced, yet. Raw.
  • Avatar: I find that hard to believe. You're a beast! But I guess you got where you are now by being tough on yourself.
  • Lon'qu: No. Just truthful. If you saw what I have seen... If you saw him fight, you would know how far I have to go.
  • Avatar: You mean Khan Basilio?
  • Lon'qu: His command of his weapon lends it a weight. A...depth. I may as well be swinging a feather by comparison. Knowing his power, I would not dare call myself strong.
  • Avatar: But he's given you something to strive for. I'm envious, really.
  • Lon'qu: If you would grow stronger, find a paragon of your own to pursue. Meanwhile, if you wish to spar, you need only ask.
  • Avatar: I will, thanks.

A SupportEdit

  • Lon'qu: ......
  • Avatar: Did you need something, Lon'qu?
  • Lon'qu: It's been too long since we fought. I feared you were neglecting your training, but... Is this mountain of books all treatises on warcraft?
  • Avatar: Yes. I have to balance training my sword arm with honing my tactician's eye. We're a small force up against a big army. We need to fight smart to survive.
  • Lon'qu: ...You are a strange one. Strategist or soldier—most men make their choice and don't look back.
  • Avatar: Then I choose to be the first man to pick both. I want to keep my friends safe. And the townspeople and everyone else, too. So when my sword won't reach, I'll protect them with my tactics.
  • Lon'qu: You once said you envied me because you had no one to serve as your goal. Perhaps that's because you aim for heights no man has yet achieved.
  • Avatar: Is that what said really so revolutionary?
  • Lon'qu: What you propose is a tremendous undertaking. ...But a worthy one. I suspect there is much I can learn from you yet.

With RickenEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Ricken: Hrmmm...
  • Avatar: Still writing a reply to that letter? You've been staring at a blank page for an hour. Was it bad news? Nothing serious, I hope.
  • Ricken: No, just an average letter from my parents. "Hope you're well," and all that.
  • Avatar: Then why are you so strapped for a reply?
  • Ricken: It's...tricky. I just don't know what to say.
  • Avatar: There're plenty of things you could write about! Especially after that last battle. Tell them about how you dodged one brush with death after the next! Impress them!
  • Ricken: Are you insane?! The object is to make them worry about me LESS!
  • Avatar: Oh. Right. Well, why not tell them about that fight against the Risen? Talk about how you tore them limb from limb and flung the pieces to the winds!
  • Ricken: But I did no such thing! Besides, that would have them worried about me in a whole other way... See the problem? I can't LIE, but if I write about how things really are, they'll worry. And if I write about how much I miss them, that only makes it worse...
  • Avatar: How about just a few words to let them know you're all right?
  • Ricken: ...I don't know. Maybe I'll just hold off until I do something that makes them proud.
  • Avatar: Well, if they could've heard you just now, they already would be.

B SupportEdit

  • Ricken: Hmm...
  • Avatar: Still haven't written a reply to your parents, have you?
  • Ricken: Yep. Stuck again. I can't think of the right words to say.
  • Avatar: You could always just head back.
  • Ricken: Head back where? Home?
  • Avatar: Why not? Stop by for a quick visit. Spend some time with your family. I'm not saying to drop everything and go tomorrow, but once things settle down.
  • Ricken: ...No. I can't go back yet.
  • Avatar: Why not?
  • Ricken: I don't know how much you know about me, but I come from an old, respected house. And lately, my family home—and name—has fallen into serious disrepair. So this war is about more than saving the world, at least for me. It's about restoring my family name. And I can't go home until I've done it.
  • Avatar: That's a lot to put on yourself, Ricken. Your parents are lucky to have you. Hard to imagine such a model son running around dismembering Risen and flinging—
  • Ricken: Stop with the dismembering already! What kind of monster do you think I am?
  • Avatar: Ha ha, I'm just teasing. Seriously, though, if you won't visit, you should write. Sparing your parents from worry is part of being a good son, after all.
  • Ricken: Yeah, I know you're right... Okay, I'll keep it real basic. "Dear Mom and Dad, I hope you're well."
  • Avatar: "Today I saved the life of my beloved, and the field ran red with the blood of my foes!"
  • Ricken: "Today I saved the..." ARRRGH! Will you NOT do that?!
  • Avatar: I'm helping.
  • Ricken: YOU ARE NOT!

A SupportEdit

  • Ricken: Hey, Avatar. Would you mind sending this out with the other deliveries?
  • Avatar: Letter to the family, eh? So did you finally figure out what to write?
  • Ricken: I just wrote the truth: that I miss them and hope to see them again soon.
  • Avatar: No tales of glory? No brave words? ...No dismemberment?
  • Ricken: Hah! Not this time. I guess restoring the family name will have to wait a bit longer. I simply wrote that I've come a long way, but there's still more to be done. Not the greatest news in the world, but better than silence, I guess.
  • Avatar: But it IS great news! I'm sure it'll put their minds at ease.
  • Ricken: By telling them how weak I still am?
  • Avatar: No, by telling them you know your limits and you're working to overcome them. That's a very mature way of thinking. I'm sure they'll be proud.
  • Ricken: Heh heh! You really think so?
  • Avatar: I guarantee it! You did great, Ricken. Now get over here!
  • Ricken: EWWW! Leggo! No noogies! Stop treating me like a kid! Didn't you JUST finish saying how mature I was?!
  • Avatar: Ha ha! Sorry, it's just that hat and those cute wittle cheeks just begging to be pinc—
  • Ricken: Come on, knock it off!

With MaribelleEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Avatar: Crepuscule... Crepuscule... What did that mean again?
  • Maribelle: Are you studying, Avatar?
  • Avatar: Oh, hello, Maribelle. Just reading a bit.
  • Maribelle: Reading up, how lovely. I hadn't realized the lowborn read at all!
  • Avatar: Did you just drop by to look down your nose at me, or was there something else?
  • Maribelle: A noble's nose engages in no such activities! I was sincerely impressed. If my turn of phrase offended, I apologize. Forgive me?
  • Avatar: Er, all right. I take it back. But was there something you needed?
  • Maribelle: Yes. I had hoped to learn more about you.
  • Avatar: Me? Why me? I'm not that interesting, you know.
  • Maribelle: Can you fault me for being curious about an amnesiac with a genius for strategy? You've also earned quite a bit of trust from my dear friend Lissa. It's only natural that I'd want to learn more about the stranger in our midst. I suppose you might simply say that I hoped we could become...friends. Unless you object, of course.
  • Avatar: No, I don't object, per se. But...weren't we already friends?
  • Maribelle: Oh, I'm pleased to hear you say that, Avatar!
  • Avatar: Heh! You really can be sweet sometimes, Maribelle. Well then, ask away. If I know the answer, I'm happy to tell it.
  • Maribelle: Oh, lovely! That's very kind. Well, then... Tell me about the quaint customs of the unwashed masses from whence you come? I'm especially interested in this "slang" of which you brutes seem so fond...
  • Avatar: ...I take back what I said, and then I take back the take-back before that.

B SupportEdit

  • Maribelle: A question about the material we covered yesterday, Avatar.
  • Avatar: Ah, you mean about my lessons on the language of the great unwashed?
  • Maribelle: Precisely, yes. I immediately set about to practice what you'd taught me, but... Well, everyone I spoke to looked askance, or avoided eye contact altogether. Others still contorted with glee, as if they were stifling laughter.
  • Avatar: Wait, you used that slang? Out loud? In public?
  • Maribelle: If you hope to communicate with a person, you must first speak their language, no? And the quickest way to internalize new knowledge is to put it into practice!
  • Avatar: Yeeees, both of those are technically true. But, Maribelle, when we talked, I... Look. The examples I taught you are reserved for intimate friends.
  • Maribelle: What?! You knew this and didn't tell me? Did you hope to ruin me?! Wait... So when I told Chrom he was "a right sweet bit'a fruit"...? You mean to tell me that was inappropriate?
  • Avatar: I'm sorry! It was all in good fun! I never thought you'd actually—
  • Maribelle: One moment. If you taught me this slang, then you must consider us intimate friends?
  • Avatar: Uh...
  • Maribelle: I'm afraid I had no idea! I'm flattered, Avatar, truly. In that case, I ought to have begun my practice with you. Forgive me.
  • Avatar: No, that's... I don't...
  • Maribelle: Awright then, pet? Everythin' luvverly jubberly, ain't it? 'Ave a bit'a rabbit?
  • Avatar: MARIBELLE! Stop! Please! I can literally hear everything you stand for screaming and dying in agony! Look, I'll clear things up with everyone. Okay? I'll take the blame. Just please, please, PLEASE promise you'll never talk like that again.
  • Maribelle: Well, I suppose if it's that important to you...
  • Avatar: Thank you.
  • Maribelle: Hey, no skin off my arse, is it? I'll shut me north and south!
  • Avatar: ...Wait a minute. I didn't teach you that. Damnation! Who has done this to you, Maribelle? Who?!
  • Maribelle: Hm-hm! I'm afraid THAT is my little secret...

A SupportEdit

  • Avatar: Er, Maribelle? I have an idea... Why don't we skip the slang lesson today? Instead, maybe you could teach me about the aristocratic life?
  • Maribelle: Any chance to educate my social inferiors is a chance I will take. Now then! What would you like to know?
  • Avatar: Well, you hear people talk about a noble bearing, yes? What is that, exactly?
  • Maribelle: Well, I suppose it begins with learning to stand properly.
  • Avatar: Am I not really standing now? Because it feels like I'm standing.
  • Maribelle: You have the posture of a damp noodle! The resolute promise of a soufflé! A noble stands...thusly. The spine forms a straight line. Pretend an invisible thread pulls your head ever skyward. ...Go on, give it a try.
  • Avatar: Let's see. Straight spine... Invisible thread... Like this?
  • Maribelle: Why are you jutting your chin out?
  • Avatar: It happens naturally when I force my head up.
  • Maribelle: A pauper's instinct! Cast it away!
  • Avatar: Is this better?
  • Maribelle: Your shoulders are raised. Lower them and hold your chest high.
  • Avatar: So like...this?
  • Maribelle: Yes! Just so! There, now. That wasn't so hard, was it? I say, you're quite the apt pupil, Avatar. With enough practice, you could become a gentleman fit for the highest court! Well, I may exaggerate. Perhaps one of the more middling courts.
  • Avatar: You think? Wow, I never—
  • Maribelle: Then it's settled! I shall make it my personal mission to shape you into a man of high society. I'll instruct you until you're fit to walk with kings! ...Or at least a baron or two.
  • Avatar: Er, you really don't have to—
  • Maribelle: Bup-bup-bup! Nothing is less noble than leaving a task half done! You needn't be shy. We're intimate friends, after all.
  • Avatar: Wait... This is revenge for the slang incident, isn't it?
  • Maribelle: Less talking, more walking! ...ARISTOCRATIC walking, please! Then we will work on ballroom dance and how to properly wield a fork!
  • Avatar: Heeeeelp meeeeeee!

S SupportEdit

  • Maribelle: Well, shall we conclude today's etiquette lesson here, then? You've been very patient, Avatar. Go on and rest up for tomorrow.
  • Avatar: Actually, Maribelle? I was hoping you could teach me one more thing...
  • Maribelle: Quite the eager student today, aren't we? Very well, what shall we cover?
  • Avatar: How to give a present to a lady. ...Specifically a ring.
  • Maribelle: What? ...Since when is there a lady in your life, Avatar?
  • Avatar: For a while now, actually.
  • Maribelle: But...*ahem* not a word of it to your dear friend Maribelle?! For shame! Name the strumpet! I'll see that she is... Er... *Ahem* I mean...that's fine. You are entitled to your privacy. But I'm afraid even I can't teach the proper etiquette in this case. For such matters, it's best to set protocol aside and show your feelings honestly.
  • Avatar: Oh, good. Come here, then.
  • Maribelle: ...I beg your pardon?!
  • Avatar: Your hand. Give it here.
  • Maribelle: Wh-what are you... Be gentle!
  • Avatar: Aaand, there! ...It looks good on you.
  • Maribelle: ...A gold band? Forgive me, but what is this, precisely?
  • Avatar: A proposal.
  • Maribelle: As in marriage?! So then, the lady you were to give it to is...
  • Avatar: Wearing it. Heh, when would I have had time to consort with some "strumpet," anyway? Thanks to these etiquette lessons, I've been spending every day with you.
  • Maribelle: Well, apparently it hasn't been enough—your proposal was most ungainly! But it was also...wonderful. Oh, Avatar, you've made me so very happy.
  • Avatar: Then your answer is yes?
  • Maribelle: Of course! I have the rest of our lives to shape you into my perfect gentleman.
  • Maribelle: My lord, you saw to the very core of my heart...and may gods help you, if you break it.

With PanneEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Avatar: Er, Panne?
  • Panne: What?
  • Avatar: Would you tell me more about the taguel? I barely know a thing about them, and I thought... I mean, if you don't mind...
  • Panne: I do not.
  • Avatar: ...Wait, really?
  • Panne: No, I do not mind. Why do you doubt me?
  • Avatar: I don't know, I guess I just didn't imagine you saying yes so easily. I was all ready to argue my case. You kind of took the wind out of my sails.
  • Panne: Is it I who frighten you so, man-spawn? Or the fact I am taguel?
  • Avatar: N-no, neither! Nothing like that. It's just... I thought you might not take kindly to me asking about your people. I know it was humans like me who killed them, after all.
  • Panne: Humans like you, yes. But not you. You do not bear the blame for what was done, so do not bear the guilt. Guilt creates distance. If you would learn of my people, cast it aside.
  • Avatar: All right.
  • Panne: Mmm. At last you are calm. Your heart has slowed.
  • Avatar: You can hear my heartbeat?
  • Panne: Lesson one-taguel have strong ears. A heart's beat always betrays its owner.
  • Avatar: Heh. Remind me never to play cards against you... Oh, I have a meeting, but I would love to know more... Can we talk again soon?
  • Panne: Of course. It is nice to find someone who is curious about my people.

B SupportEdit

  • Avatar: So, do all shape-shifters turn into rabbits, Panne?
  • Panne: No. There were others, far from here. Tribes of cat-wearers and bird-wearers.
  • Avatar: Woah, I would have loved to see that... I bet they were so cuddly and cute! Er...sorry. I probably shouldn't call a race of proud warriors "cute."
  • Panne: They were not cute. At least, not like the rabbit-wearers are cute. But then, what is? Nothing.
  • Avatar: Heh heh, r-right. So, did you ever meet these tribes yourself?
  • Panne: Long ago. How they fare now, I do not know. Perhaps they shared the same bloody fate as my own people...
  • Avatar: I... I didn't mean to...
  • Panne: I am sorry. There is no call for you to share in my gloom. So, another question?
  • Avatar: Oh... Um, well, what do you like to eat?
  • Panne: Taguel eat many things.
  • Avatar: No, I mean you, specifically. I'm on kitchen duty tonight-I'll cook whatever you want. It was me being nosey that made you sad, right? Let me cheer you back up!
  • Panne: You are...oddly kind.
  • Avatar: So, let me guess... Carrot stew?
  • Panne: ...How did you know?
  • Avatar: Ha ha, sorry! I know, just because you're a rabbit doesn't mean you... Wait, I was right?

A SupportEdit

  • Panne: *Sniff* Ah! Is that your famous carrot stew I smell? I hope you don't mind if I sneak a taste before dinner?
  • Avatar: No, Panne, wait! That's not for—
  • Panne: *Sluuuurp*
  • Avatar: ...Oh dear. I'm SO sorry, Panne, but I messed up the recipe on that batch. Everybody said it tasted...off. Well, actually they said it tasted like last month's dishwater, but...
  • Panne: It seems perfectly fine to me.
  • Avatar: ...You've got to be joking.
  • Panne: Taguel never joke about food. Nothing seems off here. It tastes exactly the same as every other time you have made it.
  • Avatar: It does?! You mean, ALL the stews tasted like this to you? And you ate them? Taguel taste buds must not work like ours. ...Or at all.
  • Panne: Would you mind if I had a bowl?
  • Avatar: Hey, take the whole pot if you want! No one else will touch the stuff.
  • Panne: Many thanks. You really are too kind, Avatar.
  • Avatar: Soup-er happy to hear you say that, Panne!

S SupportEdit

  • Panne: Mmm, that was excellent. Delicious, as always, Avatar.
  • Avatar: Not a widely held opinion, but thanks.
  • Panne: That suits me fine. I get your food all to myself. More warmth for me.
  • Avatar: I suppose it is warm, at least... Not a very high bar, is it?
  • Panne: No. Not that warmth. I mean it warms my heart. I had forgotten what that felt like. I was alone for so long...
  • Avatar: ......
  • Panne: ...Heh, I am being gloomy again. Forget I said anything.
  • Avatar: Panne, I... Here.
  • Panne: Wait, this is...?
  • Avatar: It's a ring, Panne. I want you to marry me.
  • Panne: ...Marry?
  • Avatar: Oh, well... Marriage is when two people promise to stay with each other for life. You mean so much to me. It tears me up to think of you being alone... You've had too much of that already. ...Let me be your family.
  • Panne: You would do that?
  • Avatar: If you'll let me, yes.
  • Panne: And I would never be alone again?
  • Avatar: Not for as long as I lived.
  • Panne: And will you cook for me every day?
  • Avatar: If you want, sure.
  • Panne: ...I knew you were kind, Avatar. But this... I'm happier than I believed possible! This is better than the first time I tried your carrot stew!
  • Avatar: Well I should HOPE I'm better than that!
  • Panne: To think that I might love a human...what a strange world this is...

With GaiusEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Avatar: Gaius, I am SO sorry about earlier! I had no idea you were in the bath...
  • Gaius: Aw, no worries. At least I hadn't taken off my smallclothes yet, eh?
  • Avatar: Yes, but... I still may have seen more than you intended.
  • Gaius: WHAT?! You saw THAT?! Gods, how embarrassing... It's just...uh...some poison oak I got into the other day, I swe—
  • Avatar: I'm talking about the tattoo on your arm. It's the one they use to mark convicted criminals, isn't it?
  • Gaius: Oh, that? Yeah, I got caught once doing a favor for a mate. Paid the price. But, uh, I'd appreciate it if you kept that little nugget under your hat, Bubbles.
  • Avatar: ...Did you just call me Bubbles? Er, but don't worry. I won't tell any—
  • Gaius: You'll tell everyone, you say? So it's to be blackmail, is it? Fine then. I can understand taking an opportunity to line your pockets. You can have my portion of dinner tonight, okay? Will that slake your greed for now?!
  • Avatar: Er, one helping of bear is already more than enough, thanks. Also, I'm not blackma—
  • Gaius: You drive a hard bargain, Bubbles! Very well. Take this custard pie!
  • Avatar: ...No, thank you. I'm not—
  • Gaius: If you are looking for ransom, I can assure you I don't have any money. But what I do have are a very particular set of honey cakes...
  • Avatar: Look, I don't want any treats from you, all right?! I'll keep your blasted secret!
  • Gaius: Whoa, easy there, Bubbles! Here, maybe a little sweet wine will put you in a better mood...

B SupportEdit

  • Avatar: Gaius? I didn't know you ran a market stall...
  • Gaius: Oh, sure. I like to get out, meet the common folk, sell the odd trinket... Speaking of which, see anything you fancy? I've got silk smallclothes from exotic ports, genuine leather belts, top-quality figs...
  • Avatar: Do you have any books? Strategy books, specifically? I've been hoping to expand my tactical knowledge to better serve the Shepherds. However, I can't find a single volume in these parts. It really is most strange...
  • Gaius: Strategy books, is it? Wait right there, Bubbles!
  • Avatar: Huh? Where'd he go? ...Oh, you're back! That was fast.
  • Gaius: Take a gander at this lot, and tell me if any of 'em tickle your fancy!
  • Avatar: By the... Gaius, this crate is FULL of books! Did you buy every tome in the market?!
  • Gaius: Sort of. Here, they're yours. Every last one, my gift to you! But that makes us even about the whole "wink-wink" thing!
  • Avatar: Gods, but you are pigheaded. For the last time, Gaius, I am NOT blackmailing you! Now please, return these books. I can't take them in good conscience.
  • Gaius: Oh, I see! Books aren't good enough? Still holding out for something better?!
  • Avatar: Sometimes I wonder why I even try... Hey, that's a handsome cloak. Looks warm, too.
  • Gaius: You like that cloak? I can buy it for you!
  • Avatar: GAIUUUUUUS!
  • Gaius: Guess not!

A SupportEdit

  • Gaius: Here, Bubbles. I got you something.
  • Avatar: Is this...a belt? With stones inlaid? Er, thank you, Gaius, but—
  • Gaius: Yep. Just a plaaaaaain old belt that's worth a big sack of gold down at the market.
  • Avatar: Then I must refuse. I can't accept such an extravagant gift.
  • Gaius: All right, maybe I stretched the truth, just a little... It'd be worth a sack of gold IF they paid for sentimental value, see? ...'Cause I made it myself.
  • Avatar: YOU made this? But, it's magnificent!
  • Gaius: Pleased you like it, Bubbles. Makes all the effort worthwhile.
  • Avatar: But why did you—
  • Gaius: Oh, no particular reason! None at all! Just...one good turn and all that.
  • Avatar: You're trying to bribe me again, aren't you?! I've already told you a hundred times, I'll keep your secret! I gave you my word, and that should be the end of it!
  • Gaius: Look, I trust you. Honest and truly. It's just that in my business, there's no such thing as a free lunch. Guy who says he'll do something for nothing? Well, he's the first one wanting payback down the line!
  • Avatar: ...Oh, very well. I was hoping it wouldn't come to this. I have something important to tell you.
  • Gaius: Important?
  • Avatar: It's a secret. A very embarrassing one. You see... *whisper, whisper*
  • Gaius: BWAAA HA HA HA! And the cow...?! Oh, you did NOT do that!
  • Avatar: Ah, but I did. And now you are the only one who knows. So in return for you keeping it safe, I promise to safeguard YOUR secret. Do we have a deal?
  • Gaius: ...Heh, I see what you did there. And...I appreciate it. All right. Deal. ...But you have to keep the belt! It's not a bribe, now. More like a... I don't know... A thank-you gift.
  • Avatar: In that case, I accept.

With CordeliaEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Avatar: Ow! I used the last of the salve yesterday, but this cut still stings... What to do, what to do...
  • Cordelia: You're not out of salve. I restocked your medical supplies this morning.
  • Avatar: You did? Ah, that's great. Thank you, Cordelia. You never miss a detail, do you?
  • Cordelia: I just like to stay on top of things. By taking stock of everyone's equipment, I know when anything needs replacing.
  • Avatar: Wait, you keep track of EVERYONE'S equipment?! ...All in your head?
  • Cordelia: Of course. Imagine the chaos if our potions and equipment ran out at the same time.
  • Avatar: ...Gods. I can certainly see why everyone calls you a genius.
  • Cordelia: Do not call me that!
  • Avatar: Oh, I'm sorry... I meant no offense.
  • Cordelia: ...No, of course you didn't. Please forgive me. It's just that...my superiors called me that from the moment I joined the knights. It was so very hard sometimes... Little Lady genius, they called me. They teased and taunted me...
  • Avatar: Oh...
  • Cordelia: They mocked me, too... My appearance, and my javelin technique...
  • Avatar: Gracious! I had no idea members of the pegasus knights could be so spiteful... I assure you, when I called you a genius, I meant it only as a compliment.
  • Cordelia: I know. I'm just overly sensitive, that's all.
  • Avatar: Well, if you ever need to talk, just let me know.
  • Cordelia: Well, since you offered... What do you think of this javelin? I'm not sure about the balance, myself.
  • Avatar: Er, I meant if you ever need to talk about... Never mind.

B SupportEdit

  • Cordelia: Avatar! Look, I crafted a new javelin based on your feedback.
  • Avatar: You MADE one?
  • Cordelia: Er, yes?
  • Avatar: As in, you forged it yourself? You didn't assemble it...from a kit, or something?
  • Cordelia: No... I cut a sapling, fashioned a grip, and hammered the point in the forge. I suppose I could have waited around for the javelin fairy, but she's so unpredictable. Here, look. See the pattern on the shaft? It's my own design. ...Well? What do you think?
  • Avatar: I think that I wasn't expecting you to go and fashion a whole javelin from scratch! You really ARE a genius!
  • Cordelia: I beg your pardon?
  • Avatar: Oh, I... Sorry. I know you're sensitive about that word. I take it back. Anyway, I'm glad I was able to help. If there's anything else I can do...
  • Cordelia: Heh, Avatar, you are far too kind! Why, if I... N-no, wait. We can't be doing this. People will get the wrong idea!
  • Avatar: Doing what? What wrong idea?
  • Cordelia: If you're so kind to me all the time, people will start to think...we're friends.
  • Avatar: ...Oh. I thought you were going to say something else... Er, but why would that be so bad? We are friends...aren't we?
  • Cordelia: D-do you think so?! Truly?
  • Avatar: Of course. Why not?
  • Cordelia: Oh, I'm sorry. I guess... I guess I grew accustomed to not having any. I was the youngest recruit in the pegasus knights. All of my comrades were veterans. There was no one whom I could truly call my "friend."
  • Avatar: That's...so very sad.
  • Cordelia: Oh, well as I said, I grew accustomed to it. Besides, I did have my pegasus to talk to. Even if the chats were a bit one sided...
  • Avatar: Heh, I guess they would be...

A SupportEdit

  • Cordelia: Avatar! Guess what? I showed my new javelin to everyone in camp. They were all so complimentary! Thank you again for the help.
  • Avatar: Don't thank me! You're the one who went out and learned smithery. I'm just glad it all worked out. If only those pegasus knights could see you now!
  • Cordelia: Heh, perhaps they are looking on from the afterlife.
  • Avatar: Eh, the afterlife?
  • Cordelia: Yes, if you believe in such things. ...You do know the story, don't you? How my fellow knights gave their lives so I could escape and warn your party?
  • Avatar: Gracious, no! I mean, I knew that some of them... I just... I didn't think those were the same knights who... I'm sorry. I didn't fully understand until this moment.
  • Cordelia: That's all right. I suppose how I put things is partly to blame.
  • Avatar: So despite all the teasing, they loved you enough in the end to die for you?
  • Cordelia: I was surprised, too! It turns out they'd pretty much decided I was the future. The insults and so forth were just the usual hazing of a new recruit. *Sniff* My only regret is... I wish we'd had more time to...get to know each other. I only learned...how much they loved me...in those last, awful moments...
  • Avatar: Cordelia...
  • Cordelia: *Sniff* R-right, then. Enough self-pity. I don't want to try your patience. ...But I must say, it does feel good to get this off my chest.
  • Avatar: I understand now why you don't like to be called a genius.
  • Cordelia: You do?
  • Avatar: Remember how upset you got the first time I called you that? I thought it reminded you of a sarcastic insult, but in fact it was the opposite. When your comrades sacrificed themselves for you, you realized that they meant it.
  • Cordelia: You're rather clever yourself, working all that out on your own.
  • Avatar: Not clever, no. Just blessed with the kind of insight close friends share. Because I AM a close friend now, and I'll always be here for you.
  • Cordelia: *Sniff* Oh, Avatar. ...Th-thank you.

S SupportEdit

  • Avatar: Cordelia, what are you doing?
  • Cordelia: I'm going to see how far I can throw my homemade javelin!
  • Avatar: From the top of this cliff?! You'll never see it again!
  • Cordelia: That's the idea. Seeing it only reminds me of my fallen comrades. If I'm ever going to be the knight they hoped I'd be, I have to let go of the past.
  • Avatar: ...I daresay you're right.
  • Cordelia: So, here goes. ONE! TWO! THREEEEEEEEE!
  • Avatar: Woah, what a throw! That javelin sailed like the wind! You really are a geniu— Er, you are skilled at many things.
  • Cordelia: Oh, it's all right. I'm not going to get upset about that word anymore. And I promise not to collapse weeping into your arms ever again!
  • Avatar: Oh, er... Right. Ha ha! I'd forgotten about that...
  • Cordelia: Avatar, are you blushing? Don't tell me you've fallen for me!
  • Avatar: Er, actually...
  • Cordelia: Hee hee, just a joke.
  • Avatar: I know, but... Um... You were right.
  • Cordelia: ...Ah, I get it! Trying to get me back? Ha ha. Good one, Avatar!
  • Avatar: No...I'm not joking. In fact I've never been more serious. And to prove it...here.
  • Cordelia: Oh, heavens. It's... It's a ring.
  • Avatar: Will you marry me, Cordelia?
  • Cordelia: Why, Avatar... The thing is... Yes! Oh yes, with all that I am! I accept with all my heart!
  • Avatar: Truly?! Th-that's wonderful! Oh, Cordelia, you've made me so happy!
  • Cordelia: Not half as happy as you've made me!
  • Cordelia: Thank you. I thought nothing could warm my heart again. I shall love you above all others, for the rest of my days.

With GregorEdit

C SupportEdit

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

B SupportEdit

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

A SupportEdit

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

With NowiEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Nowi: HIYAAA!
  • Avatar: Yeowch!
  • Nowi: Argh! Sorry, Avatar! Are you all right?
  • Avatar: You mean, apart from this lump on my head? What is this you threw at me?
  • Nowi: That shiny rock that happens to be my most treasured possession. It took AGES to find.
  • Avatar: If it's so precious, why are you tossing it around?
  • Nowi: I was trying to hit that big snake! Did you see it? It slithered away real fast!
  • Avatar: ...So you're hunting game? With a rock?
  • Nowi: Exactly! I almost got him, too. ...Oh, look! There it is again! See?
  • Avatar: Here, let me try.
  • Nowi: You think you can hit it?
  • Avatar: Casting magic or hurling stones, it's all about focus and control. And you have to lead your target... Like... THIS!
  • Nowi: Oh, WOWZERS! Nailed it right in the head! That was great!
  • Avatar: Well, I have my moments.
  • Nowi: How did you do it?! You've got to show me!
  • Avatar: All right. First of all, you want to grip the stone like this...
  • Nowi: Okay...

B SupportEdit

  • Nowi: Hey, Avatar! Look what I got!
  • Avatar: My, that's a big snake! Did you catch it yourself?
  • Nowi: Yep! But only because of your rock-throwing lessons. Oh, and to thank you for all the help. I want you to have this...
  • Avatar: But...this is your shiny rock. Your most treasured possession?
  • Nowi: Oh, I'm not THAT fond of it. Besides, I'll just find another one.
  • Avatar: Well, that's...very generous of you. Thank you, Nowi.
  • Nowi: Say, Avatar. You're a good teacher. Is there anything else you can show me?
  • Avatar: Well, how about trying your hand at field cooking? You know, campfire cuisine? Frederick has just started teaching me the basics, so I'm not very good yet but...
  • Nowi: That's perfect! We'll practice together and be gourmet chefs before you know it!
  • Avatar: With that kind of enthusiasm, we just might, heh heh...
  • (Scene transition)
  • Avatar: ...Well, it looks...edible? At least?
  • Nowi: At LEAST? I think it smells totally scrumptious!
  • Avatar: The proof is in the flavor. Which, I don't know... Looks like it could fall anywhere between mud and toenails...
  • Nowi: Avatar, what ARE you mumbling about? Let's hurry up and eat already!
  • Avatar: Er, right. H-here goes nothing. *Munch, munch*
  • Nowi: *Chomp, chomp* Hee hee! See? It's DELICIOUS! It came out just right!
  • Avatar: It did, didn't it? Thank goodness Frederick is such a good teacher.
  • Nowi: No, YOU'RE a good student! I wish I could remember things as well as you. I've lived a thousand years, and what can I do? Nothing, that's what.
  • Avatar: Don't say that. You've got time to learn all kinds things. And of course I'll help, if you like.
  • Nowi: Aw, thanks. Avatar.

A SupportEdit

  • Avatar: So you split the blade of grass, cup it in your hands like so, and blow... FfffffvvvVVVVVVWWWEEEEEE!
  • Nowi: Wow! It's just like a flute!
  • Avatar: Here, why don't you try?
  • Nowi: Er, okay. Here I go... Pfffth... Thfffptht... Aw, that didn't sound like anything! Maybe I'm not puffing hard enough? If I turned into a dragon, I could blow—
  • Avatar: Er, probably not a good idea. We don't want to start a wildfire.
  • Nowi: *Sigh* Yeah, I guess not.
  • Avatar: Look, I'll help you practice until you've got it. Sound good?
  • Nowi: I guess. Though I still think if I just transform...
  • Avatar: Let's just try it my way, okay?
  • Nowi: Hey look, Avatar! There's another giant snake!
  • Avatar: So there is. And it's quite a bit bigger than the last one you caught... ...Er, Nowi? What are you doing?
  • Nowi: I'm gonna show you how well I've learned to throw! Ready? Here goes! HIYAA!
  • Avatar: Well done, Nowi! You hit him right between the eyes! That must be the biggest snake I've ever seen taken down by a single rock.
  • Nowi: Pretty impressive, huh?
  • Avatar: The Shepherds will eat well tonight! ...If we can haul that thing back to camp.
  • Nowi: I can do it! Even a snake that size is no problem for a mighty dragon. Now I just have to transform and... Oh, no! Where's my dragonstone?!
  • Avatar: Er, you didn't just use it to knock out that snake, did you?
  • Nowi: Oh, gosh. I think I did! *Sniff* Wh-what am I going to do?! I can't ever turn into a dragon again. and no one will get to eat snaaaaaake! WAAAAAAAAH!
  • Avatar: Easy, Nowi, easy. It's all right. We just have to search a little. I promise I won't leave until we've found it. All right?
  • Nowi: Gosh, you'd do that for me? Avatar, you're the best!

S SupportEdit

  • Nowi: Thanks for your help the other day, Avatar.
  • Avatar: You mean searching for the dragonstone? Not at all. I'm just glad we found it. Listen, Nowi. I actually wanted to talk to you about something else...
  • Nowi: Sure! What is it?
  • Avatar: The shiny stone you gave me—was it really precious to you?
  • Nowi: Oh, yes. Very much so. But it's yours now. I AM looking for a new one, but I haven't found anything yet.
  • Avatar: Yes, right. That's what I thought. ...Here, I want you to have this.
  • Nowi: Wow, it's SO shiny and pretty! But...it isn't a normal rock, is it?
  • Avatar: No, it isn't. Not anymore. That was the stone you gave me... But I've made it into a ring.
  • Nowi: Er, Avatar?
  • Avatar: Yes, Nowi?
  • Nowi: I know what kind of ring this is. You want us to promise each other to stay together forever.
  • Avatar: Oh, so you DO know the custom? Good. I was afraid I'd have to explain.
  • Nowi: Come on, Avatar, I'm not a total dummy!
  • Avatar: Heh. Right, sorry. I forget sometimes how long you've spent with us humans. But if you know this ring...then you also know what it means to accept it.
  • Nowi: I do! And I DO! in every sense of the words, I do, Avatar! I've wanted to be with you for ever so long—I thought you'd never ask!
  • Avatar: Then my only regret is not doing so earlier. Oh, Nowi, we'll be so happy together!
  • Nowi: Oh, I know we will, Avatar! I know we will!
  • Nowi: Oh I'm so happy! I've always wanted a husband! Think of all the wonderful centuries—uh, years we'll have!

With LibraEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Libra: ......
  • Avatar: Oh, hello, Libra. What are you up to?
  • Libra: I'm drawing a picture.
  • Avatar: Whoa, that's very good! Great shading, exquisite detail, and through it all, an air of melancholy... It's very like you.
  • Libra: Melancholy? Truly?
  • Avatar: I don't mean that in a bad way! Actually, you should probably just ignore me... I know very little when it comes to fine art.
  • Libra: Well, to be honest, I don't know much about it either.
  • Avatar: Really? But you're so talented!
  • Libra: I've been told my pictures are technically proficient, but lack artistic soul.
  • Avatar: Poppycock! I mean look at this sketch—it's BURSTING with soul! I bet whoever told you that was simply jealous of your talent.
  • Libra: Well, I appreciate the sentiment. Here, you can have this if you like it so much.
  • Avatar: Are you sure? You didn't draw it on commission or anything?
  • Libra: I don't ever do drawings on request. ...No exceptions.
  • Avatar: Well, if it's not meant for anyone else, then yes, I'll gladly accept. Thank you.

B SupportEdit

  • Avatar: Tsk! I just can't get this color right.
  • Libra: Er, Avatar? You have paint on your cheek. ...And your chin. ...AND behind your ear.
  • Avatar: Oh, er, so I do. Whoops!
  • Libra: Are you trying your hand at painting?
  • Avatar: Yes! Seeing your drawing has inspired me to take up the palette myself... But, I fear I'm wasting my time. Just look at this muddy slop! Clearly when the gods distributed artistic talent, I was in the outhouse.
  • Libra: The gods would have waited for you, I'm sure. But let's take a look... Oh...dear. Er, it's a portrait of Lissa, is that right? You picked an odd color for her face... And the left eye is rather...oblong. Still, a fine first effort! We can't expect to be perfect straightaway.
  • Avatar: ...It's a pegasus. And it's NOT my first try. It's my 100th.
  • Libra: Oh. ...Oh, dear.
  • Avatar: You don't have to say anything. I can see it in your face—I should just give up.
  • Libra: N-no, I wouldn't go that far!
  • Avatar: I would. Still, this little experiment helps me realize just how talented YOU are. I look at that picture you gave me every day, you know?
  • Libra: Not EVERY day, surely?
  • Avatar: Each night before I sleep! It fills me with a wonderful sense of peace. I'm always worried it'll get damaged when we march,so I pack it very carefully.
  • Libra: You're the first person who's ever valued one of my works so highly. And though pride be a sin, I'm...pleased that you treasure it so.

A SupportEdit

  • Avatar: *Sigh*
  • Libra: What's wrong, Avatar? You seem most upset.
  • Avatar: I am, Libra. I am... That wonderful drawing you gave me was torn to shreds. It's ruined completely.
  • Libra: During the last battle, I assume? When we were suddenly forced to break camp?
  • Avatar: Yes, exactly. I had no time to pack it away properly, and so... Oh, I miss it already...
  • Libra: Don't get upset, Avatar. I can draw you another one.
  • Avatar: But you said you never draw pictures by request. Remember?
  • Libra: For you, I will be delighted to make an exception!
  • Avatar: Really? Oh, thank you! What will it be?!
  • Libra: Well, I haven't thought about it. What kind of picture would you like?
  • Avatar: How about a self-portrait?
  • Libra: Er, you want to hang a picture of me on your tent wall? The picture that you look at every night before sleeping?
  • Avatar: Why not? You are one of my closest friends, after all. Is that a problem?
  • Libra: Well, it's just that the last time I did a self-portrait, everyone thought it was a woman. Even after I specifically tried to play up my more manly features...
  • Avatar: That...must have been embarrassing.
  • Libra: Well, not that it matters. It's hardly my fault if people can't see the blindingly obvious, is it?
  • Avatar: Er, right. So, no self-portraits... How about a portrait of me, then? It can be a keepsake for when I get old, to remind me I was once young and handsome!
  • Libra: A most challenging request, but I will pray that Naga guide my hand!
  • Avatar: Er, someone less understanding could take that the wrong way, you know...

With TharjaEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Tharja: ......
  • Avatar: Tharja? ...Are you following me?
  • Tharja: ...Maybe.
  • Avatar: Maybe?! I've seen you hiding behind tents and wagons all week!
  • Tharja: So you finally noticed...my love.
  • Avatar: Sorry, what? Your...love?
  • Tharja: Oh yes. I realized it the first moment we locked eyes. "He isn't like the others," I thought. "He's the one I've been seeking!"
  • Avatar: Riiiiight. Well, um, thank you? ...I guess?
  • Tharja: That's why I've been watching your every...single...move. Yesterday you read two books and part of a third. You snacked on an apple. And last night, you turned over 12 times in your sleep. ...Well below your average.
  • Avatar: You've been watching me sleep?!
  • Tharja: I thought you'd be grateful.
  • Avatar: No, I think "disturbed" is more the word. You mean to tell me you've been following me every single day since we met?
  • Tharja: ...Yes.
  • Avatar: I suddenly feel very ill.
  • Tharja: Don't worry. I'll take care of you. ...Veeery good care.
  • Avatar: Coming from a normal friend, I'd probably be happy to hear that. But somehow when you say it, it's not quite so comforting...
  • Tharja: Is that what you want, Avatar? Someone..."normal"?
  • Avatar: Well, I...suppose? That's to say—
  • Tharja: All I needed to hear.
  • Avatar: Wait, Tharja! Stay here! ...Where I can see you! Oh gods, this will not end well...

B SupportEdit

  • Tharja: Why good day, Avatar! How fare you? Enjoying this weather?
  • Avatar: ...Tharja? What are you doing?
  • Tharja: What, me? Ho ho! Whatever do you mean. Just a normal greeting on a typical day. ...Why? Are you concerned for my welfare, good sir?
  • Avatar: Um, well... I suppose, in a way.
  • Tharja: You ARE?! Why, how sweeeeeet!
  • Avatar: Actually, I'm more concerned about whatever you're planning for me.
  • Tharja: Of course I have a plan for you, silly-billy! Now close your eyes, and get ready for... A slice of liver-and-eel pie! That's your favorite, correct? Oh, I do so adore baking...
  • Avatar: ...Are you SURE you're all right, Tharja? You didn't eat anything strange, did you? Miscast a hex? Hit your head on a rock?
  • Tharja: Oh ho ho, goodness me! Such an imagination you have, good sir. I'm sure I wouldn't know anything about anything strange, much less eat it! Just a typical day for a typical girl here.
  • Avatar: This is about our conversation from before, isn't it?
  • Tharja: Don't be silly. Now have some pie!
  • Avatar: Look, I don't want—MMPH! *Munch, munch, munch* ...Actually, that's delicious.
  • Tharja: Oh, huzzah! I've been working on the recipe every day after normal practice!
  • Avatar: "Normal practice"...? You mean you've been practicing being normal?
  • Tharja: Indeed! And it worked! I'm perfectly normal now! Ho ho! My yes, so typically normally plain.
  • Avatar: Do you realize that your "typical normal" is actually very, very unusual?
  • Tharja: Oh my, huzzah? Goodness, I simply must...something?
  • Avatar: Tharja, I'm sorry about what I said before. You shouldn't have listened to me. I liked you more the way you were, so can you go back to being the old Tharja?
  • Tharja: Gracious, I... I have been practicing so diligently as of late, I'm not sure I can stop!

A SupportEdit

  • Tharja: (...Heh heh heh!)
  • Avatar: I'm glad Tharja's acting like her old self again. A-although... I feel... Urk! Ch-chills up my spine... G-goose bumps... C-can't stop sh-sh-shivers...
  • Tharja: Avatar? ...You all right? Avatar, you're shaking like a leaf! And your forehead's on fire! Okay, Tharja, think. We need cold water and a spell to bring down the fever...
  • Avatar: Nnnrgh...
  • Tharja: Hello.
  • Avatar: Huh? Wh-what happened? Why am I lying here?
  • Tharja: You lost consciousness and collapsed. It was because of the fever.
  • Avatar: Yes, I-I've been feeling unwell for a while. Probably been working too hard.
  • Tharja: I thought you might accuse me of putting a curse on you...
  • Avatar: I'd never assume that! What kind of monster would curse their friend...
  • Tharja: ...Oh. Right. That would be crazy! Heh heh.
  • Avatar: Anyway, thank you so much for taking care of me.
  • Tharja: Didn't you once say you wouldn't want me taking care of you?
  • Avatar: Clearly, I was mistaken.
  • Tharja: You're just saying that because I helped you out.
  • Avatar: No, it's true! In fact, I wonder if you wouldn't mind...staying... *Yaaaaaawn* Just...just for a while...
  • Tharja: Aw, how sweet. He's sleeping. Sleeping and...helpless. Hee hee hee hee!

S SupportEdit

  • Avatar: Tharja?
  • Tharja: Yes?
  • Avatar: Don't you think it's time you stopped standing right behind me?
  • Tharja: Why?
  • Avatar: Because I can't see your face.
  • Tharja: Why would you want to?
  • Avatar: Fine. I'll just turn around. That's better. ...Now that I think about it, this is the first time we've stood like this... So close...face-to-face...
  • Tharja: Perhaps.
  • Avatar: I rather like it. Maybe we should do it more often... Maybe we could stand together...forever.
  • Tharja: ...Forever?
  • Avatar: ...Forever.
  • Tharja: Wait, what are you giving... Avatar, is this a ring?
  • Avatar: I love you, Tharja. I want to be with you, forever.
  • Tharja: No-no! I can't! Not like this!
  • Avatar: Oh.
  • Tharja: ...There. Now try it again.
  • Avatar: Um, well, I guess if this makes you more comfortable... In truth, I'm getting used to it myself...
  • Tharja: Good. Heh heh...
  • Tharja: I can't believe you made me love you! ...Of course if you back out, I'll murder you in your sleep.

With AnnaEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Anna: Tee hee hee!
  • Avatar: Ha! Someone's cheerful today.
  • Anna: EEEEEEEEK! Oh! Sorry! I didn't notice you there, Avatar.
  • Avatar: No, I'M sorry! I didn't mean to scare you like that. I was just wondering what you were laughing about?
  • Anna: Well, I just sold some inventory at three times the price I paid for it!
  • Avatar: That's great! ...So long as I wasn't one of the suckers who fell for it?
  • Anna: Hey, if you don't know the game, you shouldn't make the deal! But don't worry. It wasn't you. ...Ah, there's nothing like the feeling of when the coins hit your hand.
  • Avatar: If you say so.
  • Anna: Oh, I do! I tell ya, the path to happiness is paved with gold!
  • Avatar: ...But there are some things money can't buy. Important things.
  • Anna: Pffft. That's a load of bull plop! And even if it was true, money makes you care less about not having those things.
  • Avatar: I don't know...
  • Anna: I love money! Money, money, money! Clink clink clink go the coins!
  • Avatar: ......

B SupportEdit

  • Avatar: Hello, Anna.
  • Anna: Oh! Hello, Avatar!
  • Avatar: I've been thinking about our last talk... I must say, I'm a bit concerned. You do know there are things money can't buy, right?
  • Anna: Well, everyone says that, but it's not really true. Money can buy loyalty. It can buy safety. ...Power. ...Strength. Even love is for sale, if the price is right.
  • Avatar: You can't possibly believe that!
  • Anna: Believe it? Heck, I've SEEN it! I can't tell you how many men I've had to turn away. Besides, even the noblest soul considers finances when looking for a partner. No one wants to marry a broke joker, no matter how sweet he might be.
  • Avatar: I don't... Hmm...
  • Anna: Or say there was a girl you were completely in love with. What would you do? Take her to nice restaurants... Buy her expensive gifts... That's money at work right there... And there's nothing wrong with it!
  • Avatar: I suppose your argument has some merit, though it still seems extreme. And even if true, isn't it kind of... I don't know. Sad?
  • Anna: Look, I'd love to live in a rainbow-sprinkle world where money didn't matter, too. But it's important to be realistic about things, even when reality isn't pretty.
  • Avatar: I guess that's fair...

A SupportEdit

  • Anna: Rragh! What gives today?!
  • Avatar: Something wrong, Anna?
  • Anna: Yes, something's wrong! I didn't make a single sale all day! And my merch is top notch, too. The world's gone topsy-turvy!
  • Avatar: Sorry to hear it.
  • Anna: Times like this, a girl needs a shoulder to cry on.
  • Avatar: Perhaps you could rent one?
  • Anna: Oh, ha ha. Very funny... Look, I may be pragmatic, but I'm still human. I need companionship, too.
  • Avatar: ...Really?
  • Anna: YES! Do you really have to ask? Sheesh, why can't you just listen like you always do?
  • Avatar: Maybe I'm holding out for more money.
  • Anna: Now just a... Come on! Stop it already!
  • Avatar: Hah! Okay, okay. I'm sorry. But after all you said before, I had to razz you a little. I'm happy to listen, free of charge.
  • Anna: Good! Now wipe that smirk off your face. And get comfortable. This may take a while.
  • Avatar: Sure, I'll just start a tab...
  • Anna: *Sigh* ...You just don't give up, do you?

S SupportEdit

  • Avatar: Hello, Anna. I brought you something.
  • Anna: Ooh! A present? For me?!
  • Avatar: It's not much, but...
  • Anna: Aw, it's a necklace! That is SO SWEET! But, um... Why?
  • Avatar: Well, it's your birthday, isn't it?
  • Anna: Is it? ...Wait, it is! I completely forgot! I'm surprised you even knew.
  • Avatar: I wouldn't let a good friend's birthday slip past unnoticed.
  • Anna: I'm a...good friend?
  • Avatar: Of course you are.
  • Anna: Um... Gosh, you really ARE sweet.
  • Avatar: Thanks.
  • Anna: ......
  • Avatar: Something wrong?
  • Anna: No, I'm just...realizing something. People say "it's the thought that counts"...and it's actually true.
  • Avatar: You realized that because of my gift?
  • Anna: I did. And you know what, Avatar? You're right. Some things money can't buy. ...... I love you!
  • Avatar: Wh-what?! What's this, all of a sudden?
  • Anna: What can I say? I'm a whimsical girl. So you wanna get married now or what?!
  • Avatar: Okay, that's REALLY sudden!
  • Anna: I TOLD you I was whimsical! Better decide quick, before my whimsy takes me in a new direction.
  • Avatar: Looks like I'm feeling whimsical myself. Let's do it! Let's get married! Just don't ask me to help out with the business. I'm terrible with money.
  • Anna: It's a deal! Now let's go find a ring and talk the owner down to half price...
  • Anna: Keep this up, and someday I may love you more than money! ...No, seriously.

With OliviaEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Olivia: 248... 249... 250! Phew, that's all of 'em! ...Still a long way to go, though.
  • Avatar: What are you doing, Olivia?
  • Olivia: EEEEEEEEEK!
  • Avatar: Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to startle you.
  • Olivia: Oh. It's okay, Avatar. I just didn't see you there.
  • Avatar: Um, so if you don't mind me asking, what's in the bag there?
  • Olivia: Hm? Bag? What bag? Ooooooh, THIS bag! Er, it's nothing really. Just a few coins...
  • Avatar: Keeping a secret stash, are you?
  • Olivia: It's money I've been saving out of my wages, I'll have you know! Sheesh. "Secret stash" indeed. You make it sound so sinister.
  • Avatar: I'm sorry. I certainly didn't mean to imply anything untoward. I'm just impressed is all. It takes real dedication to save on a soldier's pay.
  • Olivia: Oh! Thank you, Avatar. Such praise means quite a lot coming from you...
  • Avatar: It does? Huh. I've never thought of myself as anything spec—
  • Olivia: Aaaaaaaaanyway, I've got to run. I'm on mess duty tonight. You know what they say, right? A hungry Shepherd is a big jerk!
  • Avatar: Is that what they say? I had no idea. ...Ah! Olivia, wait! You dropped your secret stash!
  • Olivia: Will you PLEASE stop calling it that?! You make it sound like I stole it or something. People will get suspicious!
  • Avatar: Well, whatever you want to call it, you're losing it as we speak! Look at all the coins rolling down the hill!
  • Olivia: ARRRGH! Why do coins have to be so darn round!

B SupportEdit

  • Avatar: So, Olivia. How goes the saving?
  • Olivia: Pah-fectly whell, my good mahn! Now be a dear and fetch me some cav-iah?
  • Avatar: Um, are you all right?
  • Olivia: Of course! I found a book that teaches how to talk like a noble, so I'm practicing.
  • Avatar: Oh. I thought maybe a bee had stung your tongue...
  • Olivia: I did NOT sound like that! ...Or did I? Oh, gods, I DID! This stupid book is useless. Do you realize I've been talking like that all day? Gods, how embarrassing!
  • Avatar: Oh, it wasn't as bad as all that. Just unexpected is all. I'm sure if you keep practicing you'll get the hang of it.
  • Olivia: You really think so?!
  • Avatar: Er...sure. But listen, I wanted to ask something: What are you saving up for?
  • Olivia: You mean my big bag of loot? ...I want to build a theater.
  • Avatar: A theater? You mean, with a stage and stands and seats and everything?
  • Olivia: YES! And fly lofts and trapdoors and a huge proscenium arch! A place where people of all walks of life can experience the wonder of dance.
  • Avatar: When you say dance, are you referring to YOUR dancing?
  • Olivia: Well...kinda, yeah. Why? Does that sound egotistical? Because I—
  • Avatar: Wonderful! I'll be first in line when it opens!
  • Olivia: Why, thank you, Avatar. How kind of you!
  • Avatar: But building a theater is quite an undertaking. It'd cost a fair bit of coin.
  • Olivia: I know, I know. I suppose it's all a bit of a pipe dream...
  • Avatar: Say, I have an idea. Why don't we join forces and construct it ourselves?
  • Olivia: Oh, gosh, no! I don't even know which way to point a hammer.
  • Avatar: Well, I might not look it, but I know a thing or two about carpentry. Come on, it'll be fun!
  • Olivia: Okaaay, but...you really think we can pull this off ourselves?

A SupportEdit

  • Avatar: ...Phew! Finished at last!
  • Olivia: We did it. I still find it hard to believe, but we actually did it.
  • Avatar: What do you think? Do you like it?
  • Olivia: It's...it's even more beautiful than I imagined! *sniff*
  • Avatar: Good! It's nice to know all that work wasn't in vain.
  • Olivia: ...There's just that one teeeeeeny-tiny issue with the size.
  • Avatar: ...Ah.
  • Olivia: It's going to be difficult to dance in a theater that fits in the palm of my hand. ...Not that I'm complaining or anything.
  • Avatar: Yes, but the perfect venue for a flea circus!
  • Olivia: I don't want a flea circus!
  • Avatar: Heh, I know. In any case, as small as it is, it's still a theater that WE built. Now that we know how it's done, it should be a simple matter to scale everything up.
  • Olivia: You think so?
  • Avatar: Absolutely! Always have a plan, I say.
  • Olivia: Well, if you think so, then I believe it! Besides, working with you is so much fun, it hardly feels like work at all. So, only...what? A few more decades? And we'll build a fabulous, human-size theater! ...Hmm. You sure it wouldn't just be easier to save up my money?
  • Avatar: Now, now! You promised not to talk about that again, remember?
  • Olivia: Oh, right. Sorry. Well, I have a new, special dance I made to celebrate our new performance space! Would you... Um, would you like to see it? I mean, if you're busy, that's fine...
  • Avatar: I can always make the time to watch one of your dances!
  • Olivia: Hee hee! Okay, I might be a bit rusty, but I'll do my best. I've been saving this for when the new theater was ready...
  • Avatar: Ah, this IS fun, isn't it? The only thing better than having a dream, is making it come true with a friend!
  • Olivia: Thanks, Avatar. I couldn't do it without you.

S SupportEdit

  • Olivia: *Siiiiiigh*
  • Avatar: What's the matter, Olivia? That's your third sigh in as many minutes.
  • Olivia: I've had a lot of expenses recently... I haven't saved so much as a copper. At this rate, I'll be a wizened old granny by the time my theater is built. I think it's about time I gave up this silly dream...
  • Avatar: You can't! You've already rehearsed your opening-night performance!
  • Olivia: I'm sorry to let you down, Avatar. I appreciate all the help. Really, I do.
  • Avatar: Oh no, you aren't getting rid of me that easily! If we work together, we can make this dream come true.
  • Olivia: I don't know... Maybe it's all too much... I don't want our friendship to suffer over my silly little theater.
  • Avatar: ...What if we weren't friends?
  • Olivia: What?! But...
  • Avatar: What I mean is...what if we pursued your dream...as husband and wife?
  • Olivia: Avatar?!
  • Avatar: Olivia, what I want to say is...I love you. ...Will you marry me?
  • Olivia: Oh! You even brought a ring and...*sniff* Oh, Avatar. I don't care if I get that theater or not... So long as I'm with you.
  • Avatar: But I care! Now put that ring on and grab a hammer!
  • Olivia: Hee hee! Maybe we can use the theater for our reception.
  • Avatar: Heh ha, what a great idea! We'll have a cake, and music, and dancing into the night!
  • Olivia: Oh! And those little bears that balance on wheels! Let's get them, too! Guess I better start saving again!
  • Olivia: I've been in love with you forever. I only wish I had the courage to tell you sooner.

With ChercheEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Cherche: Oh, this one is cute! Er, then again, maybe not. Hmm, this one has some nice horns, but I think it's the wrong type for Minerva. Dear me, this is harder than I expected.
  • Avatar: Cherche? what are you up to?
  • Cherche: Ah, perfect timing, Avatar. I wanted to ask you something.
  • Avatar: What about?
  • Cherche: Among your many friends, are there any particularly beautiful wyverns?
  • Avatar: ...Did you just ask if I have any good-looking wyvern friends?
  • Cherche: Well, it was worth a shot. I'm looking for a partner for Minerva. I must have searched through dozens of portraits and letters of introduction. And yet, not a single one has been up to Minerva's very exacting standards.
  • Avatar: Minerva? That massive thing you ride into battle? I, er, didn't know that anyone offered match-making services for wyverns.
  • Cherche: No one does! That's what is making this so very difficult. I've been doing everything all on my own so far...
  • Avatar: Impressive. You're breaking new ground in wyvern relations.
  • Cherche: It's a giant leap for mankind and wyvernkind alike, I'll wager. ...Want to pitch in?
  • Avatar: Well, if you think I can help! Ha ha ha...ha? Wait... You were being serious?
  • Cherche: Did you hear that, Minerva? Avatar is going to help us!
  • (Minerva cries out)
  • Cherche: Oh, look how happy you've made Minerva!
  • Avatar: That bloodcurdling sound was happiness?!

B SupportEdit

  • Avatar: I've assembled an extensive dossier on prospective wyvern mates, Cherche. ...I can't believe I just said that.
  • Cherche: Oh, thank you! This is so exciting! Let's see what you have.
  • Avatar: Here you go.
  • Cherche: Ah, you've included oil portraits of all the wyverns! What a nice touch. Hmm...no. ...No. ...Nope. ...Ugh, not a chance. ...No. ...Aaand, no. Um, Avatar? Did you know that these are all female wyverns?
  • Avatar: Er, right. Is that a problem?
  • Cherche: Minerva is a girl. ...Who likes boys.
  • Avatar: He is? ...I m-mean, she is?!
  • Cherche: Yes, SHE is! ...It's perfectly obvious if you just bother to look.
  • Avatar: (Why in blazes would I ever be looking at—)
  • Cherche: I'm sorry? I didn't quite catch that.
  • Avatar: J-just scolding myself for making such an obvious blunder! Ha ha! ...Ha. Well, I guess I'll be starting over then.
  • Cherche: You can probably tell just by looking at her, but Minerva is VERY picky. So do make sure that you bring her only the most handsome candidates.
  • Avatar: ...You do realize that I have no concept of what makes a wyvern handsome, right?
  • Cherche: The shape and length of his horns, the shine of his scales, and the length of his wings. Also consider overall musculature, roar volume, and fire-breath heat. ...Oh, and if he happens to be rich, so much the better.
  • Avatar: Oh, you have GOT to be joking!

A SupportEdit

  • Avatar: Cherche, I believe I've found the perfect wyvern for Minerva! Here, look at this... ...Well? What do you think? Not bad, eh?
  • Cherche: If this oil painting is accurate, he appears absolutely perfect! Look, Minerva! What do you think? Isn't he terribly handsome?
  • (Minerva cries out)
  • Cherche: Oh, she definitely likes him.
  • Avatar: Thank heavens! I was just about at the end of my rope with all this wyvern business...
  • Cherche: Thank you, Avatar. We both appreciate everything you've done for us. You are truly too kind.
  • Avatar: Well, if I do succeed, I imagine my name will go down in the history books.
  • Cherche: As the first-ever chaperone for a wyvern blind date? Oh yes. I wager you'll be famous for centuries.
  • Avatar: ...Wait. I'M not going to be there when they meet! That's absurd! I've never even matched up people, let alone reptiles!
  • Cherche: Oh, you're a quick study. I'm sure it will all go swimmingly.
  • Avatar: I'm not!
  • Cherche: If it makes you feel better, I'll be there as well. I'm very familiar with the nitty-gritty of wyvern romance.
  • Avatar: No, knowing you are familiar with wyvern romance does NOT make me feel better! Besides, why don't you just take over from here and enjoy all the glory? I mean, I'm just blundering around in the dark, and frankly—
  • (Minerva cries out)
  • Avatar: WAAAAAAH! WH-WHAT WAS THAT?! MY EARS ARE RINGING! HELLO?! CAN YOU HEAR ME?! WAS THAT A CRY OF HAPPINESS OR INSANE RAGE?!
  • Cherche: Rage. ...She's concerned you might abandon the project.
  • Avatar: BRANDON THE REJECT?! WHO?!
  • Cherche: She seems sure that you are the key to all of this working out.
  • Avatar: A BEE IS LURKING?! I CAN'T... WAIT, HOLD ON! *sniiiiiiff* ...Oh, gods, that's better. My ears just popped. But look, I still have no idea what I'm actually doing... *sigh* Aw, heck. I started this. I suppose I might as well see it through to the end.
  • Cherche: Oh, I'm so glad to hear you say that! And so is Minerva. Aren't you, Minerva?
  • (Minerva cries out)
  • Avatar: WAAAH GODS! NOT AGAIN!

S SupportEdit

  • Cherche: Oh, Avatar, I'm sorry Minerva's date didn't work out so well... Especially after you went to all that trouble. He was such a fine-looking wyvern, too—I truly thought Minerva would take him.
  • Avatar: I wasn't sure what I was in for, honestly, but I certainly didn't expect them to fight! They would have burned down the entire village if you hadn't intervened!
  • Cherche: They just needed a good scolding to get them to settle down.
  • Avatar: *Sigh* I suppose it's back to square one again then, eh?
  • Cherche: Actually. I'm starting to think Minerva is simply too old for marriage now. I suppose we'll both just be a couple of old maids until the ends of our days.
  • Avatar: Have you ever...looked for a husband?
  • Cherche: Oh, sure. But it never really worked out for one reason or another. Well, actually, it usually didn't work because of Minerva. She tends to scare people off. A couple of men even asked me to leave her for them, but I couldn't do it. I guess a wife with a wyvern just isn't an enticing prospect...
  • Avatar: Then Minerva has my eternal gratitude.
  • Cherche: ...What do you mean?
  • Avatar: She chased away my rivals. Thanks to her, I get to be the one to give you this.
  • Cherche: A ring? An...engagement ring?
  • Avatar: Cherche, all of this matchmaking has made me think about my own prospects. And also it's made me think of you and...how much I love you. I swear I will look after you and Minerva till the ends of our days. ...Will you marry me?
  • Cherche: Why. Avatar! Th-this is so surprising! I accept! Oh, I gladly accept!
  • Avatar: I won't let you down, Cherche. You or Minerva. I promise!
  • Cherche: It's funny how this all started with me trying to find a mate for Minerva. And now she's still alone, but I managed to find a man of my own!
  • Avatar: I'd call that a happy twist of fate! Heh heh, no offense, Minerva. ...What, Minerva? What is that look? Wait, not the fire breath! I didn't mean it!
  • Cherche: Hm, it's funny, being close like this just feels...right. It's as if it always was meant to be.

With HenryEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Henry: ......
  • Avatar: Henry? What are you doing? ...Why are you all hunched over? Are you unwell? Is your stomach... Oh, gods, are you hurt?! Somebody, HELP! Henry's been—
  • Henry: Hey-o, Avatar! What's all the ruckus?
  • Avatar: Wait, you're...okay? You were all crouched down and quiet... I thought you were wracked with pain.
  • Henry: Nya ha ha! Nope! I'm completely fine.
  • Avatar: Ah, well, that's a relief... But, then, what were you doing?
  • Henry: Guess I was having way too much fun playing with this to notice you come in...
  • Avatar: What is it, some kind of—AAAAAAAAH!
  • Henry: Don't worry. It's perfectly safe! *poke, poke* See? Dead as a doornail.
  • Avatar: An arm?! A disembodied Risen arm?! Ew... Did you bring it back from the battlefield?
  • Henry: Yep. I was interested in seeing what makes them tick. I thought I'd perform a little dissection and get some "inside" information. Hey, why don't you examine it with me? Maybe we can discover some new weaknesses!
  • Avatar: Ugh! D-don't wave that thing in my face! I don't want it anywhere near me.
  • Henry: Suit yourself! Now where did I put that finger...?

B SupportEdit

  • Henry: Lah-di-da, do-di-doh, ♪ fee-fi-fo-fum, bom bom bom... ♪
  • Avatar: Henry, what are you drawing in the soil? A magic sigil? Do you mind me asking what it's for? I must say it looks rather sinister...
  • Henry: Aw, Avatar, you worry too much. It isn't sinister at all! Not one bit! I'm just going to use it to summon an army of Risen.
  • Avatar: Wh-what?!
  • Henry: If I get it to work, we can have them all fight on our behalf! Then we can sip tea for the rest of the war and collect the accolades once it's over.
  • Avatar: Well I understand the idea in theory. It could reduce casualties on our side... But there is one slight problem... Have you given any thought to how you'll control these soulless warriors?
  • Henry: Oh, they can't be controlled. You just let them loose to attack anything that moves. But we'll be safe so long as I draw the sigils far enough away from camp.
  • Avatar: WE might be safe, but won't they turn on local villages, wreaking death and mayhem?
  • Henry: Yeah, probably. Would be surprising if they didn't, actually. Still, we'd win the battle.
  • Avatar: Unacceptable. We cannot sacrifice innocent lives for the sake of victory.
  • Henry: See, now you're just not thinking logically. We've killed countless people in this war—what's a few more souls on the ledger?
  • Avatar: Those deaths were necessary. We had to kill our foes or be killed ourselves. But killing the enemy isn't the same as sacrificing innocents for victory.
  • Henry: Seems like an arbitrary line to me... But all right. You're the tactician! No more unholy summoning sigils.
  • Avatar: Good.

A SupportEdit

  • Avatar: Henry, I wanted to congratulate you on that last battle.
  • Henry: Oh?
  • Avatar: Yes. Especially when those Risen appeared out of nowhere. You placed the village at your back, even though it was tactically disadvantageous. By holding the line, you saved the lives of countless civilians.
  • Henry: Yeah, well, you said we shouldn't sacrifice innocents to win a battle.
  • Avatar: I know what I said, but I was surprised you'd taken it to heart.
  • Henry: Heh, I just do what I'm told.
  • Avatar: I didn't realize you were so obedient and...conscientious.
  • Henry: Heck, I always obey orders! Well, except for stupid ones like "don't fight the enemy". If someone tried to tell me that, I'd cut 'em in half and feed them to the crows!
  • Avatar: I...see... Well! We wouldn't want that happening to me, eh? Ha ha! ...Ha.
  • Henry: Hey, you're looking a little pale and sweaty there. Everything okay?
  • Avatar: Oh, n-never mind that! I have another task for you. Would you help me organize my library of strategy books? I've accumulated so many recently, I just can't keep track of them.
  • Henry: You got it!

With LucinaEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Avatar: Phew! I think that's enough for one day.
  • Lucina: Good evening, Avatar. I wonder if I might have a word?
  • Avatar: Hello, Lucina. What can I do for you?
  • Lucina: There's something important I want to talk to you about. ...And only to you.
  • Avatar: That sounds a bit ominous...
  • Lucina: Specifically, it's about the future events of my own terrible time. I've told my tale before, but I want you, more than anyone, to understand its import.
  • Avatar: I see. Please, continue.
  • Lucina: In the future, almost no corner of our world is safe for humans. Risen prowl the land as masters of all. The people cower in terror, helpless.
  • Avatar: It sounds like a nightmare come true. I can scarce imagine it...
  • Lucina: It is a hell on earth. That is why, we cannot—we MUST not—lose this war. Do you see that? You must ensure that Chrom and this brave army avert catastrophe.
  • Avatar: I will do everything in my power, Lucina. I swear it. I will never stop fighting for you, and Chrom, and all the people of the world.
  • Lucina: ...That is what I wanted to hear. Thank you, Avatar.
  • Avatar: ......

B SupportEdit

  • Lucina: ......
  • Avatar: Lucina? What are you doing out here all alone?
  • Lucina: Ah, Avatar. I was just thinking about the future again. My future, I mean. I wonder how everyone is managing now. Do they still live, or...?
  • Avatar: I can scarce imagine what horrors you experienced in such a hard, cruel world. A future that was lost... That we could not save... Tell me, are there others like you there? People who fight against the Risen?
  • Lucina: Of course. Remnants of armies from the old dynasts survived here and there. We gathered in the last safe corner of the land and united to fight against the tide. But we knew that one day even that final refuge would be overrun...
  • Avatar: Then the future of humanity depends on what we do in the here and now.
  • Lucina: Yes, and my father is the key. Without him, that future WILL come to pass. Our struggle there can only postpone the inevitable, not alter it. When I fight for my father, no matter how terrible the foe, or how powerful... I know that I have no choice. I simply cannot lose.
  • Avatar: You are burdened by the knowledge that you must conquer fate itself. I'm sure it is a terrible weight to bear, but you must remember something...
  • Lucina: What is that?
  • Avatar: You don't have to do it alone. You have friends ready to aid you against whatever you face. And your father has an entire army ready to fight and die for him. ...And you also have me, for whatever that may be worth.
  • Lucina: It is worth a great deal, Avatar.
  • Avatar: Perhaps I can never truly understand where you come from and the world you lived in. But I do know that we can help you.
  • Lucina: Th-thank you, Avatar. Your words give me strength.

A SupportEdit

  • Avatar: Hello, Lucina.
  • Lucina: Hello, Avatar. Were you looking for me?
  • Avatar: Yes, actually. I wanted to ask you something about the future.
  • Lucina: What do you want to know?
  • Avatar: In your future, Chrom is dead, correct?
  • Lucina: ...Yes. He was betrayed by his closest friend, or so the story goes. That is why I placed myself here in his army—because I trust no one close to him.
  • Avatar: You've made it your mission to save him—and indeed, nothing is more important. But it must be a hard thing to suspect and distrust every ally.
  • Lucina: ......
  • Avatar: Lucina, you're very important to me, and I can't stand to see you neglect yourself.
  • Lucina: Avatar... I...
  • Avatar: You have to look after yourself, as well as your father. I mean, what would happen to him if you were to collapse under the strain?
  • Lucina: I...can handle it.
  • Avatar: Perhaps. Just... Will you promise me to take better care of yourself?
  • Lucina: For you...yes.
  • Avatar: Ah...a relief to hear.
  • Lucina: And a relief for me that you care, Avatar. Thank you.

S SupportEdit

  • Avatar: Hello, Lucina.
  • Lucina: Avatar? Fancy meeting you here.
  • Avatar: Actually, I followed you. I, er...wanted to give you these.
  • Lucina: Oh, Avatar! Did you pick flowers for me? They're absolutely beautiful, and they smell heavenly!
  • Avatar: ...I'm glad you like them.
  • Lucina: We have no flowers in my world. The whole land is barren. ...But enough of that. Tell me, Avatar, what are we celebrating?
  • Avatar: Nothing, really. I just thought you could use some cheer.
  • Lucina: You really shouldn't worry about me so...
  • Avatar: It's no trouble... I... You're a dear friend, and I want to do anything I can to help.
  • Lucina: ......
  • Avatar: ...... ...Actually, I'm not being entirely honest. You ARE dear to me, of course, and the daughter of a true friend. But...
  • Lucina: But...?
  • Avatar: But you are more than that. Much more! I didn't pick that bouquet to cheer you up. I did it because... Because I'm in love with you.
  • Lucina: What?
  • Avatar: Lucina, I've fallen helplessly in love with you! I tried not to, but I couldn't help it!
  • Lucina: Oh, Avatar...
  • Avatar: We've been through so much, and I know many trials still await us... But no matter what happened or is yet to come, my feelings cannot change! I love you, Lucina. With all my heart.
  • Lucina: I... I'm so glad you told me all this. ...Because you are in my heart as well.
  • Avatar: Truly? Oh, those must be the sweetest words I've ever heard! Lucina, I promise you, no matter what: I will be here for you and Chrom. Whatever road you choose to follow, I shall follow it at your side.
  • Lucina: And we won't rest until we reach the end! Together!
  • Lucina: I love you. And no matter what the future holds, I'm going to cherish every moment.

With Say'riEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Avatar: I have a question for you, Say'ri.
  • Say'ri: Then I shall strive to answer it.
  • Avatar: It's about your armor. I've never seen anything like it. Where did you get it?
  • Say'ri: This? It's a common enough sight in Chon'sin. All warriors wear a variation.
  • Avatar: The shape is unusual, but clever in its design. The plating looks tough as well.
  • Say'ri: Hardened lacquer. It keeps the armor light while providing excellent defense. It's quite rare to see heavy armor where I come from. And we wield a curved, single-edged blade in both hands, so we do not carry shields.
  • Avatar: That's a far cry from what I'm used to... Are there any other important differences?
  • Say'ri: Aye, a world's worth, sir! You'd find much of Chon'sin culture curious. Food, dress...most everything.
  • Avatar: I'd love to hear more sometime. ...If you don't mind, that is.
  • Say'ri: Of course. I would be honored. Talk of my homeland keeps it close to my heart.

B SupportEdit

  • Avatar: Are you free, Say'ri? I was hoping to hear more about Chon'sin culture.
  • Say'ri: Aye, I am always free for such a thing! Where shall I begin?
  • Avatar: Well, how is the food different between there and here?
  • Say'ri: Rice is our mainstay. 'Twas only recently that first I tasted bread or cheese.
  • Avatar: Interesting.
  • Say'ri: Raw fish is also a Chon'sin delicacy.
  • Avatar: ...Raw? Is it any good?
  • Say'ri: Quite so, provided the fish is fresh. If not...well, it can be an ugly sight indeed.
  • Avatar: Seems our foods are as different as our weapons and armor. It must have been difficult to grow accustomed to life in the camp.
  • Say'ri: I find your cuisine quite palatable, in truth. Though I do miss the tastes of home.
  • Avatar: I'd love to try it myself someday.
  • Say'ri: Aye! If ever the opportunity arises, it would be my honor to treat you.

A SupportEdit

  • Avatar: Hello, Say'ri.
  • Say'ri: ......
  • Avatar: (Did she not hear me? Or is she distracted by something?) (Oh, I say! She's painting! ...Huh, she's actually quite skilled.) Ho there, Say'ri!
  • Say'ri: Wha—?!
  • Avatar: Sorry! I didn't mean to startle you.
  • Say'ri: Oh, Avatar! Fine, but you gave me quite the start... I should be the one to apologize for shouting as I did. Er, I was just... That is... Please don't concern yourself with this.
  • Avatar: What, with the painting? Why ever not? It's breathtaking... You're really talented. There's no reason to hide it, is there?
  • Say'ri: I suppose not. ...And less still, if you've already seen it.
  • Avatar: What a lovely tree... But why are the leaves that color?
  • Say'ri: 'Tis a tree called the cherry. The pink you call out are its blossoms, not its leaves.
  • Avatar: Interesting. I've never seen one like it.
  • Say'ri: It's unique to Chon'sin and blooms but briefly once a year.
  • Avatar: It must be quite a sight.
  • Say'ri: It is a dearly-beloved symbol of my people. The river near my childhood home was lined with these trees. When in full bloom, 'twas a spectacle fit to steal one's breath away. I think of it often, of late...
  • Avatar: ...Say'ri?
  • Say'ri: Ah, apologies! I lost myself in nostalgia, it seems. I don't know what came over me.
  • Avatar: Not at all. I enjoy listening to your stories.
  • Say'ri: Saying so is the greatest reward you could offer. My thanks.

S SupportEdit

  • Say'ri: ......
  • Avatar: You're awfully quiet, Say'ri. Is everything all right?
  • Say'ri: Ah, Avatar. Apologies. My head swims with memories of Chon'sin as of late.
  • Avatar: It wasn't my asking questions that brought this on, was it? If so, that was certainly never my intention.
  • Say'ri: No, no. It's quite all right. Better than all right, in fact... Because in looking to the past, I've found my way forward...
  • Avatar: Oh?
  • Say'ri: I realize that I'm not sad anymore. Even far from Chon'sin, I feel as I belong here. I found someone whose breast is home, you see, and my place is at his side.
  • Avatar: You...have? Er, I mean, that's...great. I'm happy...for you...
  • Say'ri: Ha! See how your face falls at the news... But fear not: that someone is you.
  • Avatar: ...What?
  • Say'ri: I'll never be far from home as long as I'm with you, Avatar. Please...stay with me.
  • Avatar: Oh, Say'ri! I want to spend the rest of my life with you, too!
  • Say'ri: I...I would be honored.
  • Avatar: And I'd still love to see Chon'sin once the war is over. I want to see the place that could produce someone as amazing as you.
  • Say'ri: Then I will show you.
  • Avatar: It's a promise. You can bring your new home to your old one.
  • Say'ri: Perhaps under the cherry trees, we can be joined. Together, as one...
  • Say'ri: To think my greatest joy would be found within this chaos... Your heart and mine shall be bound forever.

With TikiEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Tiki: ......
  • Avatar: Erm...
  • Tiki: *Sigh*...
  • Avatar: ...Can I help you, Tiki? You've been...uh, staring at me for a very long time.
  • Tiki: Oh, I'm sorry, Avatar. Was I bothering you?
  • Avatar: I was more worried that something might be bothering you?
  • Tiki: Well, it's just that you look remarkably like someone I used to know.
  • Avatar: Oh?
  • Tiki: Yes. Specifically, a man named Marth. Many ages past, this was. He was wise, calm, and fair, but possessing an inner strength as resilient as steel.
  • Avatar: Marth? You mean the warrior king of legend?
  • Tiki: The one and same. I had the honor to call King Marth a friend. So perhaps you can understand why I gazed upon you with nostalgia and...longing.
  • Avatar: Er, sorry, did you say...?
  • Tiki: Still, it was rude of me to stare. I apologize.
  • Avatar: Oh, not at all! It's exciting to know that I resemble someone so storied...

B SupportEdit

  • Avatar: Ah, Tiki. Just the person I was looking for.
  • Tiki: What is it, Avatar?
  • Avatar: Remember when you told me about your friendship with King Marth?
  • Tiki: Yes? What of it?
  • Avatar: You were referring to THE King Marth, right? The man from two millennia ago? Well, he's a distant relation to Chrom, is he not?
  • Tiki: That is correct.
  • Avatar: So, I was wondering, wouldn't Chrom resemble him more than me?
  • Tiki: Perhaps because Chrom is not like Marth. He is much more direct, and committed to what he believes is right. Chrom might more resemble a different ancestor, from the age I was born in. Another great man in their line, from 1000 years before Marth... But the Marth of my time was wise and fair, and won hearts with his kindness.
  • Avatar: I see. So when you say I resemble Marth, you weren't talking about my appearance.
  • Tiki: No. I was referring to your soul. An aura of kindness and goodness surrounds you, Avatar. Just as it did wise King Marth.
  • Avatar: Well, that is...most flattering. I don't know what to say. ......
  • Tiki: What is it, Mar-Mar?
  • Avatar: ...Mar-Mar?
  • Tiki: Ah! Forgive me! I was in habit of calling Marth by that name... It must have slipped out by mistake. Gracious, the resemblance is so uncanny, it's making me forget what millennium it is!
  • Avatar: Heh, I suppose there are worse people to be mistaken for...
  • Tiki: Please, forgive me.
  • Avatar: Actually, I must admit, I rather enjoyed the attention...

A SupportEdit

  • Tiki: Avatar?
  • Avatar: Hello, Tiki. It's just me today... No Mar-Mar here, I'm afraid.
  • Tiki: Oh, I know who you are, Avatar. I apologize again for my mistake. You have no memories of your past, do you, Avatar? It must be especially unnerving, then, for someone to confuse you with another. For all I know, you might starting thinking that you ARE that person...
  • Avatar: Please, I was only fooling. Don't give it another thought.
  • Tiki: Even so... It must be frightening to look into your past and see nothing there. I know that better than most, for long ago, I fell under the control of an evil man...
  • Avatar: I'm touched by your concern, but you don't have to worry about me. Still friends?
  • Tiki: Oh, I hope so.
  • Avatar: To be honest, I don't even mind if you do call me Mar-Mar. After all, it's not so strange for close friends to share nicknames, is it, Tikiwiki?
  • Tiki: Heh hah... Well, maybe not.

S SupportEdit

  • Tiki: Avatar.
  • Avatar: So you're not going to call me Mar-Mar after all, huh?
  • Tiki: Heh. I much prefer Avatar. ...Don't you?
  • Avatar: Yes, of course I do. It's just that...well... I have no family here, nor even memories of a family. When you called me by a nickname, the truth is, I rather liked it. Even if it was someone else's nickname.
  • Tiki: I understand, and I considered it... But there is only one Mar-Mar, and that was Marth, the great king of ages past.
  • Avatar: Yes, well. Fair enough, I suppose. I'm hardly qualified to fill his shoes.
  • Tiki: And there is one more reason I cannot call you by that name...
  • Avatar: *Gulp* ...And that is?
  • Tiki: Because you, too, are a singular—and very special—man to me. You are the man with whom I've...fallen in love.
  • Avatar: T-Tiki?!
  • Tiki: That is why you must be Avatar.
  • Avatar: Phew, what a relief! I thought you were going to say it's because I reminded you of someone else!
  • Tiki: Hah, don't be absurd!
  • Avatar: Truth is, I've been hoping against hope that we might be together, but dared not ask...
  • Tiki: Why not?
  • Avatar: Well, you've lived for millennia... Seen the legendary heroes with your own eyes... You knew the Hero-King Marth himself! And compared to him, what am I? I felt that I had to be as great as him, as mighty and powerful... Otherwise, you couldn't help but find me lacking in comparison.
  • Tiki: Oh, Avatar...
  • Avatar: Are my fears truly groundless? Can I...allow myself to love you?
  • Tiki: Of course, Avatar!
  • Avatar: Then the two of us together shall build a new world of peace.
  • Tiki: Oh, Avatar, that's just what I want as well...
  • Tiki: I know that to love another, I must watch the world move past him. But such short years make an eternity worth living.

With BasilioEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Avatar: Ah, Basilio. Hello.
  • Basilio: Greetings, Avatar. What can I do for you?
  • Avatar: I wanted to ask you something about your days as the reigning khan. Is it true you used to leave the castle and strike out on journeys?
  • Basilio: Aye, that I did, when the mood took me! Why, do you think it foolhardy for a ruler to venture outside his castle walls?
  • Avatar: Of course I do! Even if your post was only temporary, you were lord of the realm. What if you were to run into trouble?
  • Basilio: IF? Bwa ha ha! Oh, my boy! Khan Regnant Basilio ALWAYS ran into trouble! And he always made it home in one piece.
  • Avatar: You can't be serious!
  • Basilio: Well, I'm sure as hell not making it up for YOUR benefit!
  • Avatar: No, of course not. It's just that... Well, I'm flabbergasted, truth be told.
  • Basilio: Pah, it wasn't any momentous event. I often went roamin' by myself, in fact.
  • Avatar: Alone?! Without even the kingsguard?! What fools allowed you to take such risks?! If I'd been on your council, I would never have permitted you to wander off like that!
  • Basilio: That's exactly what my counselors said. ...So I never told 'em I was going! Ha!
  • Avatar: You left without escort AND without telling the council where you were going?!
  • Basilio: It wasn't easy, mind. I had to pull a few tricks.
  • Avatar: Tricks?
  • Basilio: Yep. Come here, lean in close... *whisper, whisper*
  • Avatar: No! Really?! With THAT? You're pulling my leg!
  • Basilio: Keep your voice down, fool!
  • Avatar: Oh, right. Sorry. But...
  • Basilio: A man can solve most any problem, so long as he's willing to think around corners. Remember that, Avatar, when you get lost in your maps and dusty old books! BWAAA HA HA!
  • (Basilio leaves)
  • Avatar: ...Was that a joke? I don't get it?

B SupportEdit

  • Avatar: Basilio?
  • Basilio: Oh-ho! Avatar strikes again! What can I do for you?
  • Avatar: I was thinking about your clandestine adventures when something struck me... How did you pay for all the costs? You'd have inns, provisions, horses...
  • Basilio: Easy! I'd hire myself out as a sellsword or join a traveling theater troupe.
  • Avatar: ...The reigning khan was consorting onstage with ACTORS?!
  • Basilio: Would've been hell to pay if I were caught, but looking back now, it just seems funny! Remind me to tell you about a little mishap with a cat and a sandbag! Bwaaa ha ha!
  • Avatar: Yes, I'm sure it was a laugh riot.
  • Basilio: Gods, but I miss my travelin' days. I grew so bored sitting in that drafty castle... Sometimes, a man needs spice in his life! A mug in his hand, a lady on his arm... Sure wouldn't kill you to let your hair down occasionally, Avatar!
  • Avatar: I am the tactician for an entire army. I don't have time for solo adventures.
  • Basilio: No, I suppose not. Especially with this blasted war dragging on.
  • Avatar: Exactly. I'm glad you appreciate—
  • Basilio: So what about a woman? You've got time for that, surely?
  • Avatar: Good heavens!
  • Basilio: Heh heh. Come now, boy! Don't tell me it hasn't crossed your mind. There're some fine ladies in this army, no? Surely one or two of them tickle your fancy.
  • Avatar: Well, I... That is to say... We are not having this conversation! I have vital matters of strategy to ponder.
  • Basilio: Don't get testy with me now, boy! Especially not when I'm about to share my fail-proof tip for meeting ladies...
  • Avatar: ...I really should get back.
  • Basilio: Hush now, and lean in close! It's all about... *whisper, whisper*
  • Avatar: N-no! Really?! That actually works?!
  • Basilio: Ha ha ha! Well, I'll leave the rest to you and your imagination. Good luck!
  • (Basilio leaves)
  • Avatar: ...It truly frightens me to think that man once led an entire nation.

A SupportEdit

  • Basilio: Ahoy there, Avatar!
  • Avatar: Ah, Basilio.
  • Basilio: I bet you haven't pulled your nose out of those tactical plans since we last spoke.
  • Avatar: Yes, well, I'm afraid I haven't had much time for jollying around.
  • Basilio: Pah. You're wound up so tight it's a wonder your arse doesn't explode! Still, you're in good company, I suppose. Chrom and his gang are busy just the same.
  • Avatar: Indeed. When this war is over, I think we're all going to take time to unwind.
  • Basilio: You might be an old man by then! Nay, boy, you need to have fun while you're still YOUNG! It isn't just about amusing yourself. It's about making friends! Forging ties!
  • Avatar: Yes, I...I suppose you have a point.
  • Basilio: If you don't take time to chat with friends, you forget how to be persuasive. Now you tell me—what use is a tactician who can't convince soldiers to obey him?
  • Avatar: ...You certainly make a strong case. Very well. I will try to be more...sociable.
  • Basilio: You're missing my point, you thick-skulled ninny! It's not about TRYING anything! You just need to make time for your friends and have some fun! That's all.
  • Avatar: Er, do you have any suggestions? Specifics would be useful...
  • Basilio: One or two, one or two. Here, lean in close... *whisper, whisper*
  • Avatar: WHAT?! You must be joking, sir! I... I couldn't do THAT! NEVER!
  • Basilio: Sure you could! You just need to lay the groundwork properly.
  • Avatar: How so?
  • Basilio: Come on! You're the master tactician! What do you do before a fight? Marshal your men, prepare your weapons, match strengths to weaknesses, and strike!
  • Avatar: I don't quite see the connection...
  • Basilio: BWA HA HA! By the gods, youth is wasted on the young! Just think about it, fool!
  • (Basilio leaves)
  • Avatar: But, I still don't understand how I'm supposed to have fun if... He is a baffling man. A bold warrior, but a baffling man... *Sigh* In any case, where's my map for the next battle? Ah... So, if we deploy here...

With FlaviaEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Flavia: Oh, Avatar, isn't it? I want a word with you.
  • Avatar: Oh, Khan Flavia. What can I do for you?
  • Flavia: I just wanted to say that I am very much an admirer of yours. You are a quick witted, bold, and decisive... Everything a superior tactician should be.
  • Avatar: I'm honored by the compliment, but I only—
  • Flavia: Please dispense with the humility. I find it terribly dull and, in your case, ill fitting. You are a great talent, and it's only through your effort that still I draw breath.
  • Avatar: It was nothing. Truly.
  • Flavia: Let me speak plainly: the post of chief tactician in the kingdom of Regna Ferox is currently vacant. I want you to fill it.
  • Avatar: Khan Flavia?
  • Flavia: Of course, I am talking about after the war. You must see Chrom through to victory.
  • Avatar: Milady, I...I don't know what to say. Might I have some time to think on it?
  • Flavia: Yes, of course. You mull it over, then return to me when you are ready to accept.

B SupportEdit

  • Avatar: Hmmm... But then, if they hit us here, our flank would be exposed. Unless...
  • Flavia: Avatar, is that you?
  • Avatar: Oh, Khan Flavia.
  • Flavia: What are you doing out here? Everyone else is resting. Ah, yes, yes, yes.
  • Avatar: Er, yes what?
  • Flavia: Not only are you skilled, smart, and brave, but also hardworking and diligent! We simply MUST have you.
  • Avatar: I'm sorry?
  • Flavia: Come, come, Avatar. Have you forgotten our talk?
  • Avatar: Is this about the tactician position?
  • Flavia: I don't mind waiting until after the war, but I'm anxious to know your intentions.
  • Avatar: I'm honored by the offer, but I just don't have time to consider the proposal.
  • Flavia: Too busy serving Chrom, I suppose.
  • Avatar: He's placed great deal of trust in me, and I couldn't bear to let him down.
  • Flavia: I'm going to have my work cut out prying the two of you apart! I can see how strong the bonds are between you—such deep trust is rare. But you must think about your future. This war will end one day... And when it does, you need to decide what's best for you. ...Not Chrom.
  • Avatar: Er, I suppose so...

A SupportEdit

  • Flavia: Avatar, may I have a word?
  • Avatar: Ah, Khan Flavia. Is this about the tactician position? As I explained before, I don't have much time to think about it, what with—
  • Flavia: No, it's not that. Actually, I've been doing some thinking of my own...
  • Avatar: Oh?
  • Flavia: As a tactician, your judgment is supreme. Frankly, I've never seen your equal. But I have started to notice that perhaps your powers are not...all of your own. What I mean is, you seem only able to do what you do when you fight with Chrom.
  • Avatar: Huh?
  • Flavia: I've been watching the two of you very closely these past few weeks. The bonds of trust are so strong between you—it's as if you feed off each other. ...It's quite remarkable.
  • Avatar: It is true that when we fight together, I feel more confident and clearheaded.
  • Flavia: You never had any intention of accepting my offer to join Ferox, did you?
  • Avatar: It's not that at all! I swear I was going to give it serious consideration! It's just—
  • Flavia: Oh, it's all right. I don't mind, truly. In any case, I've decided to stop pestering you about the position. After all, we're due for a long run of peace, wouldn't you say? Perhaps my kingdom won't even NEED a tactician! Ha!
  • Avatar: Heh, I pray that day comes...

S SupportEdit

  • Avatar: Khan Flavia?
  • Flavia: What is it?
  • Avatar: I wanted to talk about the position, as Ferox's tactician...
  • Flavia: Oh? I thought we decided that we won't be needing your services.
  • Avatar: Well, it's just that...it's true what you said, about how Chrom and I work together. And that made me realize that I need to give myself a new challenge.
  • Flavia: How do you mean?
  • Avatar: If I stay with Chrom, I'll never learn how to be a tactician in my own right. So I think that when this war is over, I'm going to strike out on my own. If I don't do it then, I never will.
  • Flavia: So you will consider my offer?
  • Avatar: If it is still available, yes.
  • Flavia: ......
  • Avatar: Khan Flavia? Did you hear me? I said that—
  • Flavia: I'm most grateful, but I must confess... I have not been completely honest with you.
  • Avatar: What do you mean?
  • Flavia: At first, I did want you to come to Regna Ferox as my tactician. But then, almost without knowing it, I found myself wanting you for different reasons. In short, I wanted you as my...companion.
  • Avatar: Wh-what are you saying?
  • Flavia: It shames me to admit it, and I'm sorry for misleading you... Of course, I will understand if you want nothing to do with me...
  • Avatar: Heh, you won't get rid of me that easy...
  • Flavia: Hmm?
  • Avatar: You promised me a job, Flavia.
  • Flavia: Are you mocking my affections? ...I've killed men for far less, tactician.
  • Avatar: I wish to serve you for the rest of my life—as tactician AND husband!
  • Flavia: You... I... Are you certain about this, Avatar?
  • Avatar: I have never been more certain about anything in my life.
  • Flavia: Oh, this is wonderful, Avatar! The whole kingdom will rejoice! And I, most of all!
  • Avatar: Heh, I think you mean "we" most of all. Today I'm the luckiest man in all the realm.
  • Flavia: Right! Then let's hurry up and get this blasted war over with already, eh?
  • Flavia: In the name of Regna Ferox, I'll tear the whole world down if you but ask it of me. That's a Khan's promise.

With OwainEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Owain: ...I leap into the center of the enemy formation, blade drawn, and spin! I'm no longer a man, but a whirling dervish of death and steel!
  • Avatar: What are you doing, Owain?
  • Owain: Oh, greetings, Avatar. I'm chronicling the saga of Owain Dark, Avenger of Righteous Justice. It's a tale of blood and honor and me being generally amazing.
  • Avatar: Owain Dark?
  • Owain: A title bestowed upon me by the masses, born of equal parts fear and love! What began as rumor soon became legend, and my name spread throughout the world!
  • Avatar: Do people actually call you that? I mean, real people? Who exist?
  • Owain: ...Not yet. But they will!
  • Avatar: Well, it's good to dream big, I suppose.
  • Owain: Any man can dream. But only a legend can become a myth!
  • Avatar: Only a legend can become... You know what? Good for you. Whatever floats your boat, I say. But as a tactician, I'd advise against jumping into a pack of enemies.
  • Owain: HA HA HA! WORRY NOT, MORTAL!
  • Avatar: Gah?!
  • Owain: I spy a pack ten men strong and charge into the fray! One swipe, and two fall! I lock swords with the third... CHING! His guts spill forth upon the earth! As the fifth falls, the sixth flees, driven mad. A cut and a slash and three more are done! "I bear you no ill will," I cry as I slay. "Rest in peace! Or rest in PIECES!" As the dust settles, only two men yet stand. My showdown with the evil general begins!
  • Avatar: There's an evil general?
  • Owain: My sword flashes out, a flickering blur of cold blue steel. Ka-thwack! Schwing! "Ha ha ha! I'm impressed, General. No one has blocked that before." The general wobbles on unsteady feet and then drops to his knees in shame. "Mercy, Owain Dark! Have mercy on me! For I cannot abide another mighty blow!"
  • Avatar: (It's like watching some kind of bizarre one-man theater performance...)

B SupportEdit

  • Owain: Time to weave another brilliant tapestry of tactics for use in my future battles. Today, I run the gauntlet through the very heart of enemy territory: Castle Doom! Which means it's guaranteed to end with a dramatic rooftop showdown. All right. Here we go... I take the vanguard, sprinting toward the castle gates a step ahead of my allies!
  • Avatar: Hello, Owain. Are you...visualizing future combat scenarios again?
  • Owain: I am indeed, my inquisitive friend. And in this week's thrilling episode, I conquer Castle Doom!
  • Avatar: (Single-handedly, no doubt...)
  • Owain: What was that, Avatar?
  • Avatar: Nothing! Nothing at all.
  • Owain: Then let the carnage begin! The mission is simple: take the wicked lord of Castle Doom...alive! For he is the only one who knows the location of the orphan hostages!
  • Avatar: Wait, why would anyone hold orphans hostage? Who would pay the rans—
  • Owain: But at the lord's side stands a stunning female knight of legendary skill. I don't have the luxury of a cautious fight. If we dance, the cowardly lord will flee! I trust my allies to guard the exits, and the rooftop duel commences!
  • Avatar: Wait, when did you get on the roof?
  • Owain: I lock eyes with a woman whose sword has toppled dynasties! Our blades meet, and in that instant we each understand the mettle of the other. She smiles then, a slender thing, as a single tear works down her cheek. "At last," she whispers, "a worthy foe."
  • Avatar: ...Yes? And then?! Don't stop when it's actually getting good!

A SupportEdit

  • Owain: Ahoy hoy, Avatar!
  • Avatar: Oh, hello, Owain.
  • Owain: Any interest in hearing the next episode in the ongoing saga of Owain Dark?
  • Avatar: Um... I don't know. I was going over these plans for our next bat—
  • Owain: Right then! This time we finish it, for once and for good! It's time to wrest peace from the clutches of evil!
  • Avatar: —tle. Okay, then. Never mind. I guess we'll all just be killed.
  • Owain: You say something?
  • Avatar: Nothing important.
  • Owain: Right, then. Where were we? Ooh, yes! We left off at the big showdown between me and the legendary knight! Okay, so I beat her.
  • Avatar: ...That's it? You beat her...? Isn't that a bit, I don't know...anticlimactic?
  • Owain: She was good. No, great! But even she was no match for the fearsome Owain Dark! AND YET! Our tortured hero now finds himself in a shocking crisis!
  • Avatar: Here we go, that's more like it...
  • Owain: It seems the cowardly lord of Castle Doom is even stronger than his shapely knight! My allies drop their weapons and flee for their lives, leaving me as the only hope! We circle each other for what seems an eternity, then begin a clash for the ages! He raises his blade and brings it down with earth-shattering force! SCHWOO! But I leap to the side with feline grace, and his sword finds only air! He changes his grip and slashes upward, but is speared by my blinding thrust!
  • Avatar: ...Oh. That wasn't so tough, was it?
  • Owain: Y-yeah, well, I read his intent by watching his right shoulder and leading foot. The speed of my thrust came from shifting my weight to the back leg.
  • Avatar: ...Huh. I'm surprised you put that much thought into the details.
  • Owain: You wound me, sir! The saga of Owain Dark has always been a simulated training exercise. Every prudent warrior envisions possible scenarios and crafts tactics to best them.
  • Avatar: So this is just your way of practicing sword forms?
  • Owain: ...Something like that, I guess. Except that my method is a lot more entertaining.
  • Avatar: I suppose people learn more quickly with a training style that suits them. I owe you an apology, Owain. I thought this was but egotistical fluff. You've shown me that there are as many ways to train as there are to fight.
  • Owain: I'm glad you finally ken the true genius of Owain Dark, mortal!
  • Avatar: You may make a legend after all, my friend. I look forward to watching your progress.
  • Owain: Owain Dark never disappoints. Just be sure to come back next time for the next thrilling installment!

With Owain (Son)Edit

C SupportEdit

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

B SupportEdit

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

A SupportEdit

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

With InigoEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Inigo: Hello, Avatar. You busy?
  • Avatar: No, not really. Did you need a favor?
  • Inigo: Ha ha! No, it's nothing like that. I just figured it wouldn't kill me to spend time with the fellas once in a while.
  • Avatar: Ha! You mean instead of chasing girls hither and yon? Yes, I'd say taking a break once in a while is definitely healthy.
  • Inigo: Oh! Speaking of healthy, did you try that vegetable cantina in the last town? You would not BELIEVE how cute the serving wench was!
  • Avatar: You're taking a break from chasing girls, to talk to me about...chasing girls?
  • Inigo: She actually blushed when I said hello. Talk about sweet? I could bottle that! You can't tell me you wouldn't want to share a cup of tea with a lady like that? Plus if she's blushing, that usually means she's interested. Grrrawl!
  • Avatar: I...suppose so? So what happened next? Did you have that cup of tea?
  • Inigo: ...Alas, she dashed my hopes. I asked when her shift ended, and she said "After your bedtime"! Ha! But what a wit! Ah ha! Ah ha! ...Ha.
  • Avatar: She must get many such requests. Perhaps she's simply tired of them.
  • Inigo: Or perhaps I just need to ask with more confidence! Ladies love confidence.
  • Avatar: Heh, you don't let much slow you down, do you?
  • Inigo: I can't waste time moping about one rejection when so many ladies remain! Still, thanks for cheering me on, Avatar!
  • Avatar: ...Is that what I was doing?

B SupportEdit

  • Inigo: Heeeeey, Avatar!
  • Avatar: Well, you sound chipper, Inigo.
  • Inigo: Of course! Nothing scares the ladies away like a frown, so I'm all smiles, all the time!
  • Avatar: It always comes back to that, doesn't it?
  • Inigo: Oh, that reminds me! So I told you about that restaurant I ate at, right? The one with the cute waitress?
  • Avatar: Let me guess: you met another woman there.
  • Inigo: She was absolutely gorgeous! And sitting just one bench away!
  • Avatar: How did I know?
  • Inigo: Well, we both finished eating, but right before I turn on the ol' Inigo charm... This huge knight lumbers up and gives me the stink eye! Well, actually he started yelling in some weird language and waving a sword around. But that's close enough to the stink eye where I come from.
  • Avatar: Sounds like you made a narrow escape.
  • Inigo: Ha! I know! I was out of there like a greased pig at the harvest festival. Even I'm not crazy enough to hit on another man's special lady friend.
  • Avatar: This could be a good learning experience. Maybe next time you'll think twice before leering at every woman you see.
  • Inigo: Oh no! The way I see it, each failure is just more practice for my next encounter! And speaking of which, there's this redhead...
  • Avatar: ...This boy is utterly hopeless. Still, I guess everyone needs a hobby. I just hope he doesn't end up on the end of a lance one day...
  • Inigo: Avatar? Avatar, are you listening to this?

A SupportEdit

  • Inigo: Say, Avatar! Got a minute?
  • Avatar: Sure, what is it?
  • Inigo: You have to listen to my tale of woe!
  • Avatar: I bet I know how it ends...
  • Inigo: I'd been hearing rave reviews about a new tavern in town, so I went for lunch. And it was amazing! Even better than what I'd heard, honestly.
  • Avatar: Oh? What's the name? I'd love to try it. And I must say, I'm surprised. I thought for sure you'd tell me about some wom—
  • Inigo: ANYWAY! When I finished eating, I went to give my compliments to the chef... And she was a TOTAL KNOCKOUT!
  • Avatar: ...Right.
  • Inigo: I told her how much I enjoyed the food, and her face just lit up! We started talking about the culinary arts, and things took off from there.
  • Avatar: Didn't you say something about this being a tale of woe?
  • Inigo: Well, at one point I mentioned how smokin' hot she was. Innocent compliment, right? Apparently not, because boy, was she mad! I apologized right away, but she wouldn't have it. She said I was more interested in her body than her food. Then she said she'd rather sleep in an iron maiden than talk to me again! ...Er, and she may have also mentioned something about a chastity belt.
  • Avatar: I suppose she wanted to be acknowledged for her skill more than her appearance.
  • Inigo: You mean she thought I had an ulterior motive for complimenting her cooking? Boy, you tacticians really are smart. After outwitting enemy generals, I bet the ladies must be easy prey.
  • Avatar: ...You get slapped a lot, don't you, Inigo?
  • Inigo: Oh yeah, all the time. I mean, when I'm not getting kneed in the groin. Still, I really mean what I said. She was an amazing chef.
  • Avatar: So the bit about her looks was...what then? Habit?
  • Inigo: Exactly! Habit! ...And THAT'S why I have to go apologize to her right now.
  • Avatar: I really don't know if that's a good—
  • Inigo: I'll apologize for the comment and tell her I loved her cooking. AND I'll tell her it would be delicious even if she was ugly enough to scare a wyvern!
  • Avatar: That's...um...not really... Oh dear.
  • Inigo: I flirt because I love, you know. The last thing I want to do is hurt people.
  • Avatar: Then perhaps you should stop hitting on every woman in sight?
  • Inigo: What? ...Don't be silly! It would be cruel to let one mistake deprive all other women of my charms!
  • Avatar: I suppose there's a kind of respectability in passion, even if it's horribly misguided.
  • Inigo: Ooh, what a great line. ...Mind if I use it?

With Inigo (Son)Edit

C SupportEdit

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

B SupportEdit

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

A SupportEdit

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

With BradyEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Avatar: Ah, there you are.
  • Brady: Lookin' for me, Avatar?
  • Avatar: We haven't had much chance for chat. I thought I'd rectify that.
  • Brady: Afraid I ain't much of a conversationalist. I'd probably bore ya stiff.
  • Avatar: I'm sure that's not true.
  • Brady: Plus, I got no place talkin' to an overachiever like you to begin with. We two just ain't a good fit, see?
  • Avatar: Well, what sort of person WOULD be a good fit?
  • Brady: Oh, I dunno. Maybe somebody like that...one fella. The one with the axe. ...Wait a sec, who do I usually talk to? Gotta be SOMEONE, right? Hells bells... Do I not have any friends?
  • Avatar: Wow, I, uh... I'm sorry I asked?
  • Brady: Augh, it's embarrassing enough without you pitying me! I guess I don't really have much in the way of buddies... But what I need is a mentor! Someone who knows how a real organization works and does it all by the book. Yessir, it's ironclad hierarchy for me!
  • Avatar: You want an ironclad hierarchy?
  • Brady: Course! The sort of outfit I wanna be a part of is run by the boys up top. When the saps down below screw up, they get smacked back in line!
  • Avatar: Sounds like you'd make for a pretty stern boss.
  • Brady: Eventually, maybe. But I ain't planning to be the big cheese anytime soon. I'm the new kid. I want somebody who's gonna show me what's what. A guy with gravitas, yeah? Manly and tough, but dedicated. Little fire in his belly! The sort of fella what I can admire.
  • Avatar: Sounds pretty stoic.
  • Brady: Yeah, exactly! Stoic! Respect for authority mixed with a liberal dose of old-fashioned male bonding! The boss makes his boys into men, and the men defend the boss with their lives!
  • Avatar: Heh, well I guess the trick is finding the right boss, then.
  • Brady: I'm hoping to find somebody up for the job right in this here army.
  • Avatar: I can keep my eye out for likely candidates if you want.
  • Brady: Naw, forget it! This ain't the sort of thing what you can find lookin' for it. It's fate as much as anything else. I'll see who the stars lead me to.
  • Avatar: If you're sure...

B SupportEdit

  • Brady: Hmm... Everybody likes him... They trust him as a tactician... His orders are so darn precise... He keeps his eye on the whole field... I know I wouldn't be scrappin' half as well if he wasn't telling me what to do. Plus the guy's a beast in combat, always defending the rest of us...
  • Avatar: Hmm? Who's that over there...?
  • Brady: I think I've found my man!
  • Avatar: Oh, hello, Brady? What'd you find?
  • Brady: Wha-?! Avatar! ...N-no, nothin'.
  • Avatar: You sure? If there's something on your mind, I'm always happy to listen.
  • Brady: ...Okay, well... When you make a plan, what's the most important thing?
  • Avatar: Huh? Where's this coming from?
  • Brady: Don't clam up now, just answer the question.
  • Avatar: Hmm... I suppose it's finding a clear path.
  • Brady: A path's an awfully liberal answer. I was expecting something... I dunno. Fluffier. "Faith in one another" or "ties that bind." That sorta malarkey. Or at least some kinda wacky concept like "efficiency" or "finesse."
  • Avatar: I think everything you just mentioned is important. But I view my job as charting a path from wherever we are to victory. That way, when I give out the directions, there's a context. A logical continuity. I'd say that's first and foremost for me.
  • Brady: So you DO mean it as more of an abstract thing!
  • Avatar: Well, literal roads are important too, but yes. I'm navigating our way through this war, but everyone else is on the ship. We all share in the journey, so I need to be sure we agree on the course.
  • Brady: So it's important it has a "logical continuity"... Huh.
  • Avatar: Does that answer your question?
  • Brady: I dunno. Gimme some time to mull it over. ...Alone.
  • Avatar: I wonder what that was all about?

A SupportEdit

  • Brady: Hey, Avatar! I want to be yer boy, and I want you to make me a man!
  • Avatar: ...I'm sure I must be misunderstanding you.
  • Brady: I want you to be the boss what keeps me in line! Remember? We talked about this! I've been looking for someone I could lay my life down for in this here army. A mentor! A big cheese who shows me the ropes!
  • Avatar: Riiight. I remember that much.
  • Brady: Well, I decided YOU'RE gonna be that someone! Sure, you're not exactly the gruff, manly type, and "gravitas" ain't a word I'd use... But what you said before, about seeing a clear path? It kinda got me right here.
  • Avatar: Er, I'm flattered, but I don't know if I'm the sort of superhuman you're looking for.
  • Brady: Whoa, whoa. Hold it right there. A boss has gotta ACT like a boss, you know? Have some bravado. Some swagger! Never play modest, especially in front of the boys! Now, let's try this again. Lay some orders on me, boss! Lemme have it!
  • Avatar: I'm still not really sure what you're looking for me to do here...
  • Brady: Put me to work! Send me on errands! Whatever ya needs! If anyone in this camp's givin' you lip, lemme smack 'em around. Fellas? Dames? Old ladies? Don't matter none to ol' Brady!
  • Avatar: I don't want anybody smacked around!
  • Brady: When you walk around camp, I'll be one step ahead, clearin' your path. When you go to eat, I'll shoo people away from your special table!
  • Avatar: It's starting to sound like you want a gang kingpin, not a mentor.
  • Brady: Exactly! You'd be the boss, which would make me your second! All I ask is that ya worked me ragged. If I can draw my last breath after taking an arrow for ya, I'll be happy!
  • Avatar: What?! I don't want you dying, for me or otherwise!
  • Brady: ...What, I don't make the cut? Not good enough to be one of your boys?
  • Avatar: Ugh, Brady...
  • Brady: Yeah, boss?! Whaddya need? Just name it!
  • Avatar: I'll do my best to mentor you, but not in the way you're thinking. I'm not looking for "boys," and I don't want to be anyone's "boss." I want everyone here to support each other as equals. Not as pawns or kingpins.
  • Brady: ...Sure I can't change your mind? We could get a gang together...
  • Avatar: We have a gang together, Brady! Our army, a field of equals. I consider all of you brothers and sisters—peers—as should you. We're already bound together, and that's not going to change.
  • Brady: Fair enough, boss. Er, Avatar. After all, I wouldn't have chose to serve ya if ya didn't have a magnanimous streak.
  • Avatar: Brady, I just said...
  • Brady: Oh, I heard ya. And don't worry. In my heart of hearts, you're still the boss, even if ya wanna just be small potatoes.
  • Avatar: Thanks, Brady. Not exactly what I was hoping for, but I'll take it. I'm proud to consider you a friend, as well as an ally.
  • Brady: Heh, I guess if I can't have a boss, I'll settle for a partner.
  • Avatar: Welcome to the gang, Brady.

With Brady (Son)Edit

C SupportEdit

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

B SupportEdit

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

A SupportEdit

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

With KjelleEdit

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 Kjelle (Daughter)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 CynthiaEdit

C SupportEdit

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

B SupportEdit

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

A SupportEdit

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

S SupportEdit

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

With Cynthia (Daughter)Edit

C Support Edit

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

B Support Edit

  • Cynthia: I am SO sorry, Father.
  • Avatar: I should hope you are! You nearly buried me alive under all those blasted petals!
  • Cynthia: I know. I asked Mother to help out, and we ended up collecting thousands!
  • Avatar: You roped Sumia into helping you with this ridiculous project?
  • Cynthia: Of course! We wanted to do something special for our dear father and husband! But you DID look really dashing and heroic out there in the field! ...At least, you would have, if anyone could have seen you in that blizzard of petals.
  • Avatar: Well, in any case, there are to be no more entrance flourishes. Understood?
  • Cynthia: Aww, but I had SO many more wonderful ideas! ...Can I at least pick a special catchphrase for you to shout at the start of battle?
  • Avatar: Cynthia! War is a serious business. We're not playing games out there.
  • Cynthia: ...I-I know. I'm sorry. I just want to make you happy and give us something fun to talk about and... Oh, pegasus poop! I just don't know what to do! I mean, what ARE fathers and daughters supposed to do together?
  • Avatar: Gods, Cynthia, don't be silly. You don't have to make such an effort to think of fun things for us to share. Just spending time with you is enough for me.
  • Cynthia: Truly? Just...being together is enough?
  • Avatar: Of course.
  • Cynthia: Oh, Father! You're SUCH a great guy! It's no wonder Mother fell in love with you! Even if you're just being polite, you're doing it because you like me! You're the BEST!
  • Avatar: Unnngh... Cynthia... D-don't hug...so tight... Can't b-breathe... C-crushing...ribs...

A SupportEdit

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

With SeveraEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Severa: Hold it right there, Avatar!
  • Avatar: Severa? Is something wrong?
  • Severa: Well, duh! Yes, something is wrong! What was that nonsense at the war council just now?!
  • Avatar: What, with the battle scenario simulations?
  • Severa: On the last one, you said we should let the enemy retreat. Are you daft?! Anyone with half a brain would know to pursue and finish off the enemy! Gawds!
  • Avatar: I considered pursuit, but it seemed too risky. Factoring in everyone's exhaustion from the first round, it seemed safest to stay put. Chasing a bear into its den can be asking for trouble, especially after a long fight.
  • Severa: Unless you actually want to SLAY the bear, in which case it's exactly what you do!
  • Avatar: I think it really depends on the circumstances... In that scenario, we would've been chasing them into rugged, mountainous terrain.
  • Severa: So?!
  • Avatar: So they can't travel at speed through those mountains. It's just not possible. That leaves us plenty of time to finish them off once we're back at full strength. Besides, if a storm hit while we were marching, we'd be devastated. Mountains are fickle things. I thought it best to play it safe in that case.
  • Severa: ...You just think you've got ALL the answers, don't you? You sure have gotten a big head since Chrom made you our tactician...
  • Avatar: Hey, I hardly think that's fair...
  • Severa: Oh, so you DON'T think you're the smartest one here? How humble of you!
  • Avatar: All right, then. Let's say you were the tactician in the same situation. What would you do, Severa? How would you direct the Shepherds to pursue the enemy?
  • Severa: HA! Don't think you can trick me with your...trickery!
  • Avatar: It's not a trick. I'm honestly curious. If you have a solid plan, then great. I don't want to let them retreat any more than you do, after all. Take a while to think on it, and let me know. Right now, I need to meet with Chrom.
  • Severa: Oooh! The big man has a big meeting! ...Gawds, he thinks he's so clever.

B SupportEdit

  • Severa: Ha! Found you!
  • Avatar: Did you need something, Severa?
  • Severa: Don't play dumb with me. I'm here with an answer to your little question.
  • Avatar: Ah, how best to pursue enemies fleeing into mountainous terrain? Excellent! And what is your solution?
  • Severa: You let the main force rest, but send a small strike force of your best fighters. That way, you minimize risk while also having the best chance of killing the foe. What do you think about that?!
  • Avatar: It sounds reasonable enough... But what if their retreat was just a ruse, and they littered the mountain with traps?
  • Severa: H-hey! You didn't say anything about traps!
  • Avatar: Without knowing anything about the path ahead, sending anyone is a risk.
  • Severa: Yeah, and so that's why you send your best men and minimize casualties!
  • Avatar: ...Not good enough.
  • Severa: Not good enough?!
  • Avatar: Chrom and I aren't trying for fewer casualties, Severa. We're trying for none. Anytime we lose a fighter, the operation is a failure—no matter the end result. Your plan is a compromise we're just not willing to take.
  • Severa: Oh. My. Gawds. Are you serious?! You think you can win a war with pretty ideals and zero casualties? Wake up! You think the war fairy is gonna come flying over and sprinkle victory dust everywhere? ...This isn't about the plan at all, is it? You're just making fun of ME! Well, I'm sorry if I'm not as smart as my mother!
  • Avatar: Er, I think you're misunderstanding what I'm saying, Severa.
  • Severa: Well I think you're being a big, fat tactical jerk!
  • Avatar: ...Well, that could have gone better. But at least now I see what this is about.

A SupportEdit

  • Avatar: Oh. Hello, Severa.
  • Severa: ...Hey.
  • Avatar: I should apologize. For before, I...I shouldn't have been so quick to dismiss your plan. I know you spent time on it.
  • Severa: No, I'm sorry. I was immature and angry. ...I didn't mean it when I called you fat.
  • Avatar: Heh, I admit, I did check myself on the scales afterwards.
  • Severa: Um, so, I thought more about the scenario, and I think I've got an answer.
  • Avatar: I'm all ears.
  • Severa: What if we sent a scout group by air? Like pegasus knights or whatever. They map out the area, nail down the enemy's position, and sniff out any traps. THEN we send a ground force to take out the enemy.
  • Avatar: ...That is a nuanced, well-considered plan. I'm quite impressed!
  • Severa: Right? The aerial units just avoid archers, and the ground troops aren't going in blind. It's the perfect scheme!
  • Avatar: It's a B+ plan, with an A+ for effort!
  • Severa: ...... B PLUS?!
  • Avatar: It's a great idea, Severa, but the scenario we ran at that meeting lacked air support. In this hypothetical situation, there ARE no pegasus knights or...whatever to send. That's why we decided not to pursue the enemy in the first place.
  • Severa: Y-you can't do this! You can't keep making up new rules all the time!
  • Avatar: Heh, sorry, Severa. Really I am. I thought that was clear from the start.
  • Severa: Now I feel like a total idiot for wasting all that time thinking about it!
  • Avatar: Oh, I wouldn't call it a waste. Considering a problem from different angles often leads to useful discoveries. In fact, your answers have given me ideas for new strategies down the line.
  • Severa: Yeah, my WRONG answers! Bah, I'm done talking about this!
  • Avatar: Hey, I'm sorry! Don't be mad, Severa! ...Come back!

S SupportEdit

  • Severa: Hey, Avatar?
  • Avatar: Yes?
  • Severa: ...How come you don't avoid me like everyone else does?
  • Avatar: Wait, do people do that to you?
  • Severa: Not always... But whenever I contradict someone or start to get angry, they usually stop listening. I think most people think I'm...difficult.
  • Avatar: Well, for what it's worth, I don't think so. You're emotional, yes, and you say what's on your mind. Forcefully, usually... But that doesn't really bother me. In fact, I find it refreshing...
  • Severa: Refreshing?!
  • Avatar: Sure! I mean, look at me. I'm pretty dull when you get right down to it. And even when you say something unkind, there's still a bit of... Hmm, how to say it... If I read between the lines of what you say, there's usually some good in there.
  • Severa: So...can you read between the lines of what I'm saying now?
  • Avatar: I'm afraid I may need a little more to go on.
  • Severa: Ugh, you can be SO dim sometimes!
  • Avatar: ...Am I missing something obvious here?
  • Severa: I love you, Avatar! That obvious enough for you?! You're always so caring, and it makes me feel...special. I guess. You make me happy.
  • Avatar: Wow, Severa...
  • Severa: L-look, I'm sorry for being so snarky and competitive all the time. But maybe in the future we can be more of a team?
  • Avatar: You mean a couple? I'd like that.
  • Severa: REALLY?! ...You would?
  • Avatar: ...Heh, I love you too, Severa. I love your passion and your drive. I love how you never hide what you're feeling, for better and for worse.
  • Severa: Well, this time I think it was definitely for the better.
  • Avatar: Heh, that much is obvious, even to a big, fat tactical jerk like me.
  • Severa: I...I love you... Hey, pay attention for once, and say something sweet why don'tcha!

With Severa (Daughter)Edit

C SupportEdit

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

B SupportEdit

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

A SupportEdit

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

With GeromeEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Avatar: Say, Gerome? I've been meaning to ask you something for a while now...
  • Gerome: ......
  • Avatar: Why do you always wear that mask?
  • Gerome: ......
  • Avatar: Is it merely for show, or does it have a deeper meaning?
  • Gerome: ......
  • Avatar: I'd appreciate some kind of response, if it's not too much trouble...? After all, we are comrades-in-arms.
  • Gerome: This will sound rude, but I have no desire to talk to you. Or anyone. I'm trying to associate as little as possible with anyone from this era.
  • Avatar: Oh? Why is that?
  • Gerome: For people from the future, like me, this world seems unreal. A dream. We are not meant to be here. This is not our place.
  • Avatar: Yes, but—
  • Gerome: No. The safest thing is to avoid contact as much as possible.
  • Avatar: I understand we are divided by time and history. But isn't that all the more reason to reach across the chasm and forge bonds?
  • Gerome: What you suggest is impossible. Now leave me be.
  • Avatar: Very well. I will leave it there, for now. But we will discuss this again, you and I.
  • Gerome: ......

B SupportEdit

  • Avatar: Greetings, Gerome.
  • Gerome: I told you, I want nothing to do with you.
  • Avatar: Yes, I remember. And I'll try to honor that as best I can. But, please, do me one favor—tell me why you always wear that mask. It has something to do with combat, doesn't it? That must be the reason.
  • Gerome: It is indeed for battle. By masking my face, I can prevent the enemy from reading my emotions.
  • Avatar: Ah! To keep an enemy guessing about your intentions confers a decided advantage. Much like the "fog of war" that strategists exploit to confound and unbalance a foe.
  • Gerome: It also makes it harder for the foe to read the target for my next attack. I'm prepared to exploit any tactic that gives me an edge in battle.
  • Avatar: But it must also narrow your field of vision, yes? Make it easier to be caught unaware?
  • Gerome: And I must make up for that drawback through rigorous training. I have honed my instincts and senses to their absolute limits. The movement of the wind, the scent of sweat, the whisper of steel through air... I can sense these from any direction, even obscured by the mask. This is why I need no battle companions. My skill is more than enough.
  • Avatar: Hmm... The mask hides your emotions from foes on the battlefield... But I imagine it also serves to hide your inner self from allies as well?
  • Gerome: I fight without allies.
  • Avatar: I know you have made yourself strong enough to survive in this world alone. But is mere survival the only goal worth striving for?
  • Gerome: Of course not. My ultimate aim is victory over evil.
  • Avatar: Then you are going about it entirely the wrong way.
  • Gerome: Explain yourself.
  • Avatar: It's obvious, isn't it? Imagine that you, and you alone, survive. Around you lay the cooling bodies of foe and comrade alike. You are completely, utterly alone. Now ask yourself this: is that a victory worth winning?
  • Gerome: You twist my words.
  • Avatar: ......
  • Gerome: Hmph. Then the sermon is over? You weave a lovely tapestry with your words, master tactician. But talk is cheap. In the real world, where I must live, power is everything. Power is right, it is truth, it is victory. And I'll prove as much on the battlefield.
  • Avatar: Surely you do not truly believe that... I only pray he learns before it is too late...

A SupportEdit

  • Avatar: Gerome.
  • Gerome: What do you want, Avatar?
  • Avatar: I've been watching you more closely on the battlefield.
  • Gerome: And?
  • Avatar: Your strength and ability are more than my words can do justice. Your battlefield feats would seem to validate your methods. I underestimated you, and for that, I apologize.
  • Gerome: Actually...
  • Avatar: Yes?
  • Gerome: Do you remember when I told you I wanted nothing to do with people from this era? It was true when I said it...but perhaps I went too far in avoiding your kind.
  • Avatar: Oh?
  • Gerome: I've learned a lot from these grueling battles, about myself as much as anything. Why do I crave battle? Why do I seek power with such single-minded purpose? Once I thought to ask the questions, the answer was clear enough... I was raised in a nightmarish world haunted by the ghouls called Risen. I have SEEN the future and would do anything in my power to unmake it.
  • Avatar: I understand.
  • Gerome: But I see now that I cannot build this future alone, no matter how strong I am. Until we unite, peace shall forever elude our grasp.
  • Avatar: You are wiser than I credited you, Gerome. The task before us is indeed far too great for any one man. We must transform this world, change history, AND overcome fate!
  • Gerome: Do you think it's possible?
  • Avatar: I do, so long as we all work together. We must rely on the ties that bind us. We must lend each other aid, support each other, and act as one. Then, there is hope.
  • Gerome: There is wisdom in your words, tactician. Perhaps I should spend more time listening to people of this age.
  • Avatar: Heh, I like to think we have our moments.

With Gerome (Son)Edit

C SupportEdit

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

B SupportEdit

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

A SupportEdit

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

With Morgan (Female) (Daughter)Edit

C SupportEdit

  • Morgan: Oh, Father! Over here! Come with me a minute!
  • Avatar: What is it, Morgan?
  • Morgan: Oh, nothing. It's just... C'mon! I need to talk to you about something.
  • Avatar: Well, I'm afraid I'm a bit busy at the moment. Can we talk here?
  • Morgan: H-here? Er, that's not really... I can just wait, thanks.
  • Avatar: Are you sure it's nothing urgent?
  • Morgan: Um, no, it's... Ha ha! ...I'll be right back. ...... Okay, all set! Now to lure Father into this pitfall trap... Phew, I'm back! Hey, let's take a walk, shall we? Right this way, Father!
  • Avatar: You're acting very strange, Morgan.
  • Morgan: (Allllmost... Just a couple more steps...)
  • Avatar: ...Huh? A pitfall? Now that's a classic!
  • Morgan: Dang! How did you know?! I was super careful in disguising it. It didn't look suspicious at all!
  • Avatar: True, your work on the pit is first class. But your odd behavior made it obvious. Subterfuge and misdirection are half of any good trap, Morgan.
  • Morgan: Dang. I'll get you next time! By the way, as long as you're here, mind helping me fill this hole in? If someone fell in by accident, they could really hurt themselves.
  • Avatar: Wait, how deep did you make it?!

B SupportEdit

  • Avatar: Hmm... Now where did I put it...?
  • Morgan: Looking for that treatise on tactics, Father? Blue cover? Fairly thick?
  • Avatar: Yes. How did you... Waaait a minute.
  • Morgan: Yup! I hid it! Think you can find it?
  • Avatar: Is that today's challenge, then?
  • Morgan: It's somewhere in camp—I'll tell you that. You have until sundown today! Though I could give you weeks, and you would never find my diabolical hiding—
  • Avatar: Found it.
  • Morgan: WHAT?!
  • Avatar: It's in the bag you're holding, isn't it?
  • Morgan: Hmph. ...Fine.
  • Avatar: Guess I win this round.
  • Morgan: How did you figure it out so fast?
  • Avatar: You know me well, Morgan. And that includes knowing how much that book means to me. I knew you'd never hide it anywhere it might be damaged or stolen. So it needed to be somewhere you could keep a close eye on it...yet still concealed.
  • Morgan: You read my entire thought process! ...And here I thought I was being so clever.
  • Avatar: All right, that settles today's challenge. Now come take a seat.
  • Morgan: Huh?
  • Avatar: Let's read that book together. You wanted to work on your strategic thinking, right?
  • Morgan: Right!

A SupportEdit

  • Morgan: I'd draw your forces out to this line, then strike with an ambush team from the woods.
  • Avatar: Then I would move...here. Now you find yourself trapped in a pincer movement.
  • Morgan: Crud. You win again.
  • Avatar: At least it was just pieces on a board. In real life, that would've cost lives. A tactician is responsible for their army's survival, and a single mistake can be fatal. But you cannot allow the pressure of the responsibility to stymie you. Running scenarios like this will help prepare you for anything.
  • Morgan: Thanks, Father. I'll give some of your strategy texts another read-through. But know this—one of these days, I WILL outmaneuver you!
  • Avatar: Okay, we'll see about that, kiddo. But you're welcome to try me anytime. I'm always happy to accept a challenge. All right then, we're done for today.
  • Morgan: Okay! See you tomorrow!
  • Avatar: ...Phew, that was a close one. I was one step shy of getting completely wiped out. I'd hoped that to be an unattainable goal for a little longer so she would push herself. In actuality, I'M the one who needs a push. Better dust off a few of these books myself.

With YarneEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Yarne: Yeesh, that last battle got pretty hairy... My knees are shaking just thinking back. One wrong step, and I would've been—
  • Avatar: Ah! Yarne. Good, I found you.
  • Yarne: GAH! D-don't DO that, Avatar!
  • Avatar: Do...what, exactly? Did I startle you? I apologize...
  • Yarne: No, it's... Sorry, you're fine. Don't worry about it.
  • Avatar: You all right, Yarne? You know you can talk to me if something's bothering you, right?
  • Yarne: ...Did you need me for something?
  • Avatar: ...Well, I just wanted to talk to you about that last fight. Can you explain what happened? Why you fled halfway through the battle? You were more than a match for that foe. It should have been an easy victory.
  • Yarne: Maybe so, but there are no guarantees in war. You can never be too careful... I'm the last of the taguel, you know?! When I get to thinking I might go extinct, my whole body just locks up!
  • Avatar: So that's it.
  • Yarne: I can't take the fear. And if it's not the fear, it's the pressure!
  • Avatar: I can understand the survival instinct, especially to protect the taguel line. But in some situations, running like that can actually harm your chances for survival. Sometimes the only way out is through. You have to brace and face danger head-on.
  • Yarne: My head knows that, but sometimes my body just disagrees. I WANT to fight. Honest, I do, but...
  • Avatar: ...But the fate of an entire race is riding on your shoulders. I understand. Look, there's no rush. No one's asking you to become fearless overnight. But it's a serious issue, so I do ask you think hard on it and how it can be solved.
  • Yarne: ...All right. I will.

B SupportEdit

  • Yarne: Hey, Avatar. I've been giving a lot of thought to what you said before...
  • Avatar: How sometimes running away can be more dangerous than standing your ground?
  • Yarne: Right.
  • Avatar: I'm glad to hear that. But like I said, we needn't rush a solution...
  • Yarne: But I think I have one. I've thought on it, and I don't see running away as cowardice. You know what's riding on my shoulders. It's being the last of the taguel bloodline. That's too important to risk. I don't belong on the front lines. As the last surviving member, my first priority should be staying alive. ...Is that so wrong?
  • Avatar: Not at all. I don't want you to be reckless with your life either. But you carry more than just taguel blood. You carry their spirit. Have you ever stopped to think about how your ancestors lived their lives? Or asked yourself if they would want you to run?
  • Yarne: How do you mean?
  • Avatar: They were persecuted and hunted down. Each and every one had to fight to live. If they had all chosen to give up and flee, I bet you wouldn't be here right now.
  • Yarne: You...you think so?
  • Avatar: I do. And soon the day will come when you have to fight as well. Running from the fear of extinction was never what kept the taguel alive. And frankly, I don't think it will help you restore your race in the future.
  • Yarne: ...... Maybe... Maybe you're right. I need time to think...

A SupportEdit

  • Avatar: Yarne!
  • Yarne: Y-yes?
  • Avatar: You were amazing out there today! I've never seen you so brave!
  • Yarne: Ha! I was mostly just desperate.
  • Avatar: Well, the hole you punched in the enemy line let us evacuate all our wounded safely. A half-dozen people owe you their lives!
  • Yarne: I'm glad I could help. I sure didn't feel like a hero, though. I barely knew what I was doing. Even now, it's all a little hazy...
  • Avatar: You should be proud! Have some confidence! Everyone was impressed. Sounds like the legacy of the taguel warriors lives on!
  • Yarne: I'm glad to hear that, Avatar. Especially from you. I couldn't have come this far without your help.
  • Avatar: What? This is all your hard work.
  • Yarne: When you told me I carried more than just taguel blood, it clicked. I'm carrying their history and their pride. And that's just as important as blood.
  • Avatar: You sound like you've changed.
  • Yarne: I'll be honest. When the enemy is running at me, I'm still quaking in my fur... But then I hear what you said echo in my head, and it steels my nerves.
  • Avatar: Well, I'm certainly glad to hear it.
  • Yarne: I'll give everything I can to do my heritage proud!
  • Avatar: In my eyes, you already have, Yarne. You already have.

With Yarne (Son)Edit

C SupportEdit

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

B SupportEdit

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

A SupportEdit

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

With LaurentEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Avatar: Hello, Laurent.
  • Laurent: Avatar.
  • Avatar: Catching up on your reading?
  • Laurent: Indeed.
  • Avatar: That's quite the book collection you've got.
  • Laurent: Thank you. I'm particularly avid in my acquisition of magical tomes. As you're well aware, they serve both as a mage's weapon and a history. Some tell of ages of the gods; others are treatises on nature and its energies. Reading and analyzing their contents is an extremely satisfying pursuit.
  • Avatar: Combat know-how and abstract knowledge in one convenient package! I can certainly see the appeal.
  • Laurent: Just so. Though I am particularly drawn to tomes of a somewhat...peculiar nature.
  • Avatar: Peculiar how?
  • Laurent: Some tomes offer precious little in practical use, but hide wildly entertaining powers. And whenever I find a book of that sort, I simply must acquire it for my collection.
  • Avatar: Useless but entertaining powers, huh? So...different from attack spells and arcane curses and the like?
  • Laurent: Don't get me wrong—I am deeply interested in tomes of that nature as well. But the sort I speak of are cut from a different cloth altogether.
  • Avatar: Can you give me an example?
  • Laurent: Hmm... I fear words could not do them justice. Perhaps you'll allow me to select a few from my shelf to show you in person?
  • Avatar: Absolutely! I look forward to it.

B SupportEdit

  • Laurent: Ah, Avatar.
  • Avatar: Hmm?
  • Laurent: Might I have a moment of your time?
  • Avatar: Of course.
  • Laurent: I brought a few examples of the useless but curious tomes I spoke of earlier.
  • Avatar: Ooh, right! The entertaining ones! I've been eager to have a look.
  • Laurent: Ha ha, excellent. Then let us begin! ...This tome conjures forth a whirlwind.
  • Avatar: That's a sort of wind magic seen in battle, isn't it? I'd hardly name it useless.
  • Laurent: Not when the whirlwind in question can fit atop the palm of one's hand. I assure you, it's as lethal as a kitten.
  • Avatar: You're kidding, that small?
  • Laurent: Shall we have a demonstration? ...Haah!
  • Avatar: Whoa! Look at the little guy go! It really does fit in your hand! ...Ah! It disappeared!
  • Laurent: It is as short-lived as it is diminutive! And with zero practical value. Unless you find yourself in need of a light breeze on a warm day, that is.
  • Avatar: Ha ha! Adorable...
  • Laurent: Next, an incantation that summons a faint magical light.
  • Avatar: That sounds like it would have plenty of practical applications as well. What's the catch?
  • Laurent: Very astute of you to ask. The spell is broken the moment the caster ceases the incantation. To make matters worse, the text dates all the way back to the dawn of magic. It's rife with words near impossible to say, and one mistake will leave you in the dark.
  • Avatar: Wow. Even magic was less convenient back in the old days...
  • Laurent: This beautiful thing is a tome of proximal telepathy.
  • Avatar: Telepathy? That sounds amazing! How does it work?
  • Laurent: I shall demonstrate. ...Huuup! (Well...? Can you hear my voice within your head?)
  • Avatar: Wha-?! Your lips aren't moving, but I hear you in my mind! That's incredible, Laurent! How is THAT not useful?!
  • Laurent: ...GAAAAAAAASP! ...I fear the spell's effects last only as long as the caster holds his breath. What's more, the range extends only slightly past arm's length.
  • Avatar: Ha ha! I see! Speaking normally seems like the all-around winner, then. Still, hearing your voice echo inside my head... What a fascinating experience. Thank you for sharing all these with me, Laurent.
  • Laurent: My pleasure. There are others as well, each as hollow a novelty as the next.
  • Avatar: But you were certainly right about them being entertaining!
  • Laurent: I'm glad you found them agreeable.
  • Avatar: Actually, I suppose providing a bit of fun IS a useful quality, isn't it?
  • Laurent: Hmm... Yes, I'm inclined to agree. It is precisely because they are so useless that they are so endearing.
  • Avatar: You say you have others like these, yes? Would you mind sharing them sometime?
  • Laurent: It would be my pleasure.

A SupportEdit

  • Laurent: *Huff, huff* Avatar!
  • Avatar: Laurent? What's wrong? Has something happened?!
  • Laurent: *Pant* ...I've acquired a...new tome! There's talk it's an original manuscript thought to have been lost to the ages!
  • Avatar: Really? What does it do?!
  • Laurent: It conjures forth RAINBOWS!
  • Avatar: ...Like, a rainbow one might see after it rains? That's it?
  • Laurent: Yes, but it creates them from nothing! Rainless rainbows!
  • Avatar: I suppose that's impressive, but... Well actually, I'm not sure. If you wanted to see a rainbow, you could just wait for it to rain like normal, no? Or perhaps acquire a prism from any local apothecary.
  • Laurent: Ah, but you're forgetting our previous conversations, Avatar. Sometimes the most useless of novelties can serve a vital purpose—as entertainment. Bringing calm and joy to a war-worn army sounds like powerful magic to me.
  • Avatar: Fair enough.
  • Laurent: Well, no time like the present. Stand back, and I'll begin the incantation immediately.
  • Avatar: Right...
  • Laurent: Luminous gods of earth and sky, cast thy tears upon us... May your fulgurous incandescence set each drop ablaze in chromatic exaltation! Arc of color, COME FORTH!
  • Avatar: Ah! Amazing! Laurent, you did it! You made a rainbow! Wait, so why... Pfffffaaa ha ha ha ha!
  • Laurent: Hmm? Strange, I don't see... Avatar, where is the rainbow? I don't see it in any corner of the sky.
  • Avatar: AAAAAAH HA HA HA!
  • Laurent: ...Avatar?
  • Avatar: Heha ha, d-down, Laurent! Look down!
  • Laurent: ...Waugh?! I nearly stepped on it! I've never seen such a miniscule thing! It's scarcely the size of a mouse... Some ancient manuscript this is!
  • Avatar: Ha ha... Haaa... Hoooooo, boy! Maybe not calm, but as for joy, that gave me the best laugh I've had in weeks!
  • Laurent: ...I noticed.
  • Avatar: Well, I think it's a great addition to your collection. It certainly brought a smile to this tired soldier's face.
  • Laurent: I'm thrilled to hear you say that.
  • Avatar: You should show these off to a bigger audience next time. I'm sure everyone would enjoy the show.
  • Laurent: Capital idea! I'll start the preparations at once. Thank you, Avatar!

With Laurent (Son)Edit

C SupportEdit

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

B SupportEdit

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

A SupportEdit

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

With NoireEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Noire: *Siiigh*
  • Avatar: Something on your mind, Noire?
  • Noire: Eep! Oh, Avatar! N-no, nothing... Just a bit tired, I suppose.
  • Avatar: Then you should rest up and take a nap. We don't have anything planned for today.
  • Noire: Is that so? Yes, perhaps I'll do as you suggest. Hmm, but...
  • Avatar: No buts! Whatever you're worried about can clearly wait. You always push yourself too hard, Noire. I'm sure the exhaustion's just built up.
  • Noire: B-but it's hardly fair to rest while the others are still working! Otherwise I'm only holding everyone back.
  • Avatar: Well, do what you have to do, but just promise me you'll take care of yourself.
  • Noire: I will. I'm...sorry you had to see me like this.

B SupportEdit

  • Noire: *Siiigh*
  • Avatar: What's wrong, Noire? Tired again?
  • Noire: N-no, that's not it. Well, I AM tired, but...
  • Avatar: Yes?
  • Noire: I was trying to think of ways I might grow a bit...sturdier. So lately I've been watching the other girls and trying to identify differences.
  • Avatar: And have you found any?
  • Noire: Well, the others are healthier, obviously, and their bodies seem more resilient. Also, their figures are just a little bit more...robust.
  • Avatar: Phrased with the delicacy of a diplomat! Er, and I suppose you would be on the...slight side?
  • Noire: Slight? Ha! I'm skin and bone! I fall over in a stiff breeze! They're all so full of energy; it's like staring into the sun... They make me feel like a troll! ...Er, if trolls were scrawny. Oh, what do you think I should do, Avatar?!
  • Avatar: W-well, I do think you have a tendency to worry more than most... And that stress is bound to harm the body in one way or another...
  • Noire: INSOLENCE! HOW DARE YOU CLAIM ME DECREPIT!
  • Avatar: Whoa! N-no, Noire! Never! I didn't say anything like that!
  • Noire: THEN SPEAK, MORTAL! WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE ME DO?!
  • Avatar: W-well... *ahem* They say that clothes make the man, right? Perhaps they can make the wo-man, as well? Why not try getting into the role form-first?
  • Noire: Oh! So you think I should maybe dress more...festively?
  • Avatar: Y-yes! That's the perfect word! Festive! Maybe that will energize you a bit?
  • Noire: ...Huh. Well, I guess I'll consider it.

A SupportEdit

  • Noire: *Siiigh*
  • Avatar: Still sighing away, Noire?
  • Noire: Oh. Hello...
  • Avatar: Troubles still not resolved, then?
  • Noire: I wanted to take your advice, but...I don't know what consitutes festive attire.
  • Avatar: Ah. Well, even if you had, I'm not sure where you'd find any, with the war and all...
  • Noire: Is there no way to become more girly? I just want to shine like all the others, even for a day...
  • Avatar: Well, worrying about it isn't going to help. Worry might just be your biggest enemy. Why don't you try unwinding a little? Go do something you enjoy!
  • Noire: I see. Yes, perhaps I'll treat myself to... Um, to what, exactly?
  • Avatar: Why not head into town and enjoy a nice meal?
  • Noire: I couldn't be the only one to enjoy such luxury! Not in times like this.
  • Avatar: Aww, live a little. You like sweets, right? I don't think anyone could fault you for indulging in a little cake or two.
  • Noire: You're sure?
  • Avatar: Sure I am! And if you really don't want to be the only one eating, I'll go with you.
  • Noire: You...wouldn't mind?
  • Avatar: Eating cake? Only if you twist my arm! ...So, it's a date? Next time we're in town, we'll swing by the bakery and see what's on offer. Agreed?
  • Noire: Agreed!

S SupportEdit

  • Avatar: Everything all right, Noire? You seem down.
  • Noire: Eep! ...Oh. Avatar. No, just the same-old, same-old. Thinking about how to be more vibrant... How to be more like the other girls... It just seems so hopeless! I feel like I haven't made a bit of progress...
  • Avatar: Hmm, well... W-well... Have you tried falling in love?
  • Noire: Wh-what?
  • Avatar: They say a woman's never as radiant as when she's in love. Why not give it a try? If, um... Well, you know. I guess you'd need to find someone special first...
  • Noire: W-well, I... I suppose I think I might...have someone in mind... There's someone who... Well, he's always listening to me and offering advice... *Mumble, mumble*
  • Avatar: ...Sorry? I didn't catch that.
  • Noire: *Mumble* ...You really want to know?
  • Avatar: Huh? Well, sure.
  • Noire: Well, all right... Here goes...
  • Avatar: Hmm?
  • Noire: It's... It's you, Avatar. I...love...you.
  • Avatar: What?
  • Noire: I SAID I LOVE YOU, FOOL OF A MAN!
  • Avatar: Gah! S-sorry! I'm sorry! I heard you! I was just surprised! ...Er, so did you mean it? This isn't something to feel more vibrant?
  • Noire: No, I mean it! Of course I mean it! I've had feelings for you from the start.
  • Avatar: Wow. Really?
  • Noire: YES, REALLY, FLESHLING!
  • Avatar: ...... Heh... Ha ha. Aaaaaah ha ha ha!
  • Noire: H-hey! What's so funny?!
  • Avatar: Ha ha ha! Ha ha... I'm sorry. All this talk of being vibrant and such... Who could be more vibrant than you?! Don't change a thing, Noire. I think you're amazing just as you are. Delicate and sweet, always more worried about others than yourself... And prone to the occasional...flight of fancy, shall we say? I love it all.
  • Noire: You really mean that?!
  • Avatar: Of course I do, Noire! So stop pushing yourself to become someone you're not... And let's enjoy the amazing person you already are.
  • Noire: I... Oh, Avatar... Thank you.
  • Noire: You fill me with the strength I never thought to have. Please, stay with me always...

With Noire (Daughter)Edit

C SupportEdit

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

B SupportEdit

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

A SupportEdit

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

With NahEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Nah: Ooo! Look at all those berries!
  • Avatar: Do you know if they're edible?
  • Nah: Yup, they're safe to eat! Really sweet, too!
  • Avatar: Mmm, we'll have to pick a few, then.
  • Nah: The leaves are a little bitter, but they're not half bad, either.
  • Avatar: The, uh... The leaves?
  • Nah: Oh, and if you chew on the roots enough, they make a juice that's pretty okay. Plus it keeps you from feeling hungry, so that's convenient for long marches.
  • Avatar: No kidding...
  • Nah: I don't think I've ever seen this many berries at once, though. This is great! Whoa, and there's a ton more over there!
  • Avatar: ...Just what sort of diet did she grow up on, anyway?

B SupportEdit

  • Avatar: Hey, Nah?
  • Nah: Hmmm?
  • Avatar: Earlier, it sounded like you'd eaten roots and leaves and whatnot before, yes?
  • Nah: On the good days, anyway. But at least it was food!
  • Avatar: Well, of a sort, I suppose.
  • Nah: Oh! You can eat the leaves of these plants growing by the road, too! See? *Munch, munch, munch*
  • Avatar: Those are just weeds, Nah!
  • Nah: Yeah, but the un-poison kind! They're a lot tastier than you'd think. Wanna try a bite?
  • Avatar: No, I'm sure they're great. But, uh, Nah? We have food now, you know. Plenty of it tastier than weeds.
  • Nah: I think anything that keeps the walls of your belly from clanging together is good. Hey, look! Those fruity things over there are great, too! Once you get used to the sourness and the itchy tongue and the dizziness, anyway.
  • Avatar: There's got to be SOMETHING I can do for her...

A SupportEdit

  • Avatar: Do you have a minute, Nah?
  • Nah: Sure! Whatcha need?
  • Avatar: A taste tester, actually. I fixed a little something and wanted you to help me out.
  • Nah: Me? Oh, yay!
  • Avatar: Don't get too excited till you've tried it.
  • Nah: It looks great! Gimme! *munch, munch, munch*
  • Avatar: ...Well?
  • Nah: What...what IS this?! I've never tasted anything so amazing! It's incredible! It's life changing! It's... It's... AAAAAAAAAA!
  • Avatar: Heh heh, I'm glad you like it.
  • Nah: Hey, so no offense, but you lost all your memories, didn't you? How do you know how to cook?
  • Avatar: Oh, I've just been reading up a bit. The first few attempts were ghastly, but I finally got it to taste almost normal. Anyway, I wanted you to be the first to try it.
  • Nah: Wow, Avatar... Thank you! It's so nice of you to think of me!
  • Avatar: Of course, Nah! I'm always thinking of you.

S SupportEdit

  • Avatar: I tried out a new recipe today, Nah. Want to give it a try?
  • Nah: You bet!
  • Avatar: Here you go.
  • Nah: *Munch, munch* ...Hey, this is great! Everything you've made has been tasty, but this may be the best dish yet!
  • Avatar: Glad to hear it.
  • Nah: Hey, can I ask you something? ...Why are you so nice to me?
  • Avatar: Why am I...nice?
  • Nah: It may not seem like it to you, but cooking like this is a really big deal to me. In the future, there was never enough to eat, you know? Just finding enough to fill your belly for a day was cause for celebration. Especially for a manakete. We need to eat way more than you to survive. So, um, yeah. Your food just makes me really...so happy.
  • Avatar: Nah, I don't know what to say...
  • Nah: And you have your own troubles to worry about with the amnesia and all, right? So why go all out of your way for me?
  • Avatar: Well... At first, I just wanted to introduce you to all the flavors you've been deprived. But after a while, I guess I got booked on seeing how happy it made you...
  • Nah: Um, Avatar?
  • Avatar: Hmm?
  • Nah: Would you, um... After the war is over, will you still cook for me?
  • Avatar: As long as you're willing to eat what I come up with, it'd be my pleasure.
  • Nah: Oh, Avatar! I...I love you!
  • Avatar: Y-you LOVE me? Why, that's... I mean, I hoped, but... Nah, if my cooking tastes good, it's only because it's filled with MY love for you!
  • Nah: Mmm... Your love is delicious... Hee hee!
  • Nah: Look, it's gonna be you. Better just give up and accept it now!

With Nah (Daughter)Edit

C SupportEdit

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

B SupportEdit

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

A SupportEdit

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

With GangrelEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Avatar: Ah. Greetings, Gangrel.
  • Gangrel: Avatar.
  • Avatar: Why the solemn face?
  • Gangrel: ...I was reflecting on times past.
  • Avatar: You mean, when you were king?
  • Gangrel: Yes... Thinking back, I realize that perhaps my rule was overly harsh. ...Wicked, even.
  • Avatar: That's fair. Perhaps a bit of an understatement, but...
  • Gangrel: Hah! Don't mince words, do you?
  • Avatar: It would be silly to deny it. We fought and overthrew you for that very reason.
  • Gangrel: I would expect a man of your caliber to say nothing else. But I had my reasons, you know. We were threatened by Valm and Walhart. But if I could somehow unite us...
  • Avatar: By "we," I assume you refer to Ylisse, Regna Ferox, and Plegia?
  • Gangrel: It was a desperate time. None of us knew how far Valm might go. But if I could subjugate the continent and build one mighty empire... Then maybe we could halt their advance. ...Or at least, that's how I saw it.
  • Avatar: Yours was a brutal reign that terrorized your subjects and your neighbors. An alliance built on intimidation and threats is doomed to failure from the beginning.
  • Gangrel: Don't lecture me, you arrogant whelp! I didn't say I was right! I was blinded by circumstances and unable to see any other way... Bah! Why am I explaining myself to you? What do you know of running a nation?!
  • Avatar: Well, I suppose I don't.
  • Gangrel: Pff... Enough of this.

B SupportEdit

  • Avatar: Gangrel?
  • Gangrel: Avatar.
  • Avatar: What are you doing out here all alone?
  • Gangrel: Nothing in particular.
  • Avatar: Thinking about the past again?
  • Gangrel: ...I thought I had good reasons for my war, Avatar. I swear I did. But in the end, it was Chrom and you lot who stopped Valm.
  • Avatar: We did, didn't we?
  • Gangrel: A smug grin does not suit you, tactician! In my mad quest for strength, I unleashed horror upon thousands of innocents... How many have I killed? How many families did I rend apart? ...And for what? For nothing.
  • Avatar: I cannot argue. What you did is difficult to forgive, or forget...
  • Gangrel: How does it feel to be so untainted by mistakes that you can judge others?
  • Avatar: If you truly started a war to try and save your people, you should own the deed. Your time would be better spent on things besides self-pity.
  • Gangrel: Oh? Tell me, wise one, what "things" should I be doing?
  • Avatar: You can join us in bringing peace to the land once and for all. You could wallow in the past the rest of your days; you will find no absolution there.
  • Gangrel: Your words are daggers, Avatar... But only because they ring true.
  • Avatar: And so?
  • Gangrel: I'm a king no longer—just a mad dog roaming the land without a leash. I should rouse myself and fight for peace because you say so?! Bah! I don't need one of Chrom's lackeys to give me purpose! Look out, world! This time, I've got a better plan! A whole new outlook!
  • Avatar: That sounds more like the Gangrel I know. In a good way...
  • Gangrel: GYAAAAAA! Gangrel is back, and he's spoiling for a fight!
  • Avatar: For once, I'm happy to hear that.

A SupportEdit

  • Gangrel: Gwa ha ha! If it isn't my good friend, Avatar!
  • Avatar: Hello, Gangrel.
  • Gangrel: Did you see the shock on that Risen's face? He wasn't expecting THAT! Hya ha!
  • Avatar: Sadly, I didn't have the chance before you lopped off his head. You certainly have become quite the force on the battlefield as of late.
  • Gangrel: Bwa ha ha! And you know who we have to thank for it? YOU! You and your barbed words that finally goaded me into action!
  • Avatar: Glad to be of service... But that does remind me of something...
  • Gangrel: What might that be?
  • Avatar: You once worshipped Grima, correct? As a member of the Grimleal?
  • Gangrel: Pah, those wrinkled old warts with their dusty tomes? I was Grimleal in name only. Course, it was the faith of the realm, so I knew most of its rituals.
  • Avatar: Religion can be a powerful tool for uniting people behind a single cause. I wager Aversa used it to convince your subjects to take up arms?
  • Gangrel: ...Perhaps. But in the end, I'd say she used me as much as anyone.
  • Avatar: And what did the people of Plegia really think of the faith?
  • Gangrel: Think? Ha! They DIDN'T think! Between my iron-fisted rule and Aversa's inquisitions, they had no choice about it. ...But as I said, it was a cruel time.
  • Avatar: Your people were cowed by your political might, but the temples offered solace...
  • Gangrel: Ah, yes. The solace of the damned.
  • Avatar: Thank you, Gangrel.
  • Gangrel: Hmm? What for?
  • Avatar: We can't help the people of Plegia if we don't understand their situation. Our cause is simple—to save this world and all the people in it. And that includes the poor wretches of Plegia who remain in the thrall of Grima.
  • Gangrel: ...You are an odd one. Plegia has given you hardship and horror, and yet you would fight to save us. I'm almost impressed.
  • Avatar: Now is not the time for recriminations or revenge. If we are to save the world, we must band together with every willing soul. We must be prepared to offer forgiveness.
  • Gangrel: Gwa ha ha! I see it's not just barbs on your tongue, but honey as well! You are right. There'll be time aplenty for judgment in the next life.
  • Avatar: Exactly.
  • Gangrel: If I want to right past wrongs, how better than to save my own people? Gangrel will return, not as a tyrant, but as a liberator!
  • Avatar: Indeed. The road to redemption is long, but it begins with a single step.

With WalhartEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Avatar: Are you here all by yourself, Walhart?
  • Walhart: Hmph.
  • Avatar: ...*Cough* *Ahem* Well, since we're allies now, I was thinking we might talk... ...Um, yes. Of course, if it's too much trouble, I could just leave you be...
  • Walhart: We shall talk if you wish it, tactician. Let us discuss military matters. In your opinion, what is the key element needed to secure victory?
  • Avatar: Oh! I wasn't expecting a quiz! Ha ha ha... Er, ha.
  • Walhart: I will have your answer now. A strategist should already have an opinion on such a fundamental question.
  • Avatar: Yes, you're right, of course... Well, I'd say fostering the bonds between soldiers is most important.
  • Walhart: A tepid answer more suited to mewling babes than men of combat! The key to victory is power, tactician. Overwhelming power.
  • Avatar: I see.
  • Walhart: Power to smash your enemies. Power to subjugate their people. Or, if necessary, the power to wipe them both out entirely.
  • Avatar: But victory gained through might alone often brings insurrection in its wake. It sows discontent and discord, which become the seeds of a new war.
  • Walhart: If discord arises, it only means you had insufficient power in the first place. With truly overwhelming might, such trivial obstacles can be brushed aside. But then you think "bonds" matter. I do not expect you to understand such things.
  • Avatar: To a man such as yourself, my method seems ludicrous. I understand that. But you will soon see for yourself the importance of unit cohesion, of bonds. You are one of us now—a member of the Shepherds and a comrade-in-arms.
  • Walhart: I am none of these things. I am a wraith set loose to destroy all who block the path. ...But I admit, your thinking intrigues me. We will meet again and continue this.
  • Avatar: That didn't sound like a question, but sure. I'd like that.

B SupportEdit

  • Walhart: Greetings, tactician.
  • Avatar: Hello, Walhart.
  • Walhart: Have you thought about our discussion? Do you see now the error in your thinking? Surely you know now that bonds of friendship are irrelevant to victory.
  • Avatar: No. I believe in them more than ever.
  • Walhart: Hmph. Then I am wasting my breath. Overwhelming power is the only thing that will enable men to build true peace!
  • Avatar: True peace?
  • Walhart: One that is unshakable and invulnerable. One that lasts for all eternity. If we are to eradicate war, we must destroy all borders. Tear down the nation-state. Eradicate all notion of religion. Bring everything under one rule, and we can stamp out the strife that fuels war.
  • Avatar: Hmm... Perhaps your vision has merit.
  • Walhart: Of course it does. Think of the possibilities! With my might and your tactical mind, we could conquer this world. Through sheer strength of mind, steel, and will, we would make it whole.
  • Avatar: War on that scale would inflict death and suffering on uncountable innocents. I could not be party to such horror, no matter how noble the goal.
  • Walhart: Think bigger! If we were to succeed, we would eliminate all future wars! What is the sacrifice of even a million people if it builds a golden eternal future? What are they when weighed against peace and safety for generations to come?
  • Avatar: But war is not a matter of numbers and balances!
  • Walhart: And I say it is! You do not display the same distaste for war when it comes to slaying your enemies. Your cunning killed many of my men. Where were your qualms then? ...Yes, exactly. You had no qualms, for you valued those lives less than others. THAT is the matter of numbers and balances, tactician! THAT is war! We are the same, you and I, even if you would pretend otherwise.
  • Avatar: N-no, that's not...
  • Walhart: Think, tactician! Look at what you do. You cannot save everyone. No man can! So you place every life on the balance, and like a god, you decide. "This man here shall live..." "This man here shall die...". Someday, you will learn this truth: might rules, or nothing does. ...We shall talk of this again. Until then, farewell.
  • (Walhart leaves)
  • Avatar: B-but, it's not like that... Is it?

A SupportEdit

  • Avatar: Walhart.
  • Walhart: Tactician.
  • Avatar: I wonder if we might talk.
  • Walhart: Something troubles you. I can see it in your mien. Do your hand-wringing on your own time. Do not waste mine with it.
  • Avatar: I am trying to determine what is the right thing to do, and what I should believe in. If that is hand-wringing in your eyes, then so be it. I came only to seek advice.
  • Walhart: You hem and haw like an old maid. I thought you more decisive than this!
  • Avatar: I have considered your arguments carefully, and they have a compelling logic. Nevertheless, I cannot agree. The world you paint leaves no room for human compassion or feeling. People are merely values arrayed on a playing field.
  • Walhart: You speak of my willingness to sacrifice the few for the greater good. I concede my approach is ruthless and calculating. But so is the battlefield.
  • Avatar: We cannot allow ourselves the luxury of denying our own humanity! Yes, it would be easy to treat deaths like so many numbers on a balance... But the loss of even one life is a terrible tragedy—an enormity beyond reckoning. We are meant to save people, and that is what we must do. We fight alongside friends. Stout allies. Stalwart comrades. A world without such friendship is no world I want, no matter how safe it may be. ...I am sorry. But on this matter, I will not change my mind.
  • Walhart: Well, well. A rousing speech indeed... We shall do it your way.
  • Avatar: ...You changed your mind, just like that?
  • Walhart: YOU defeated ME, tactician! Remember? Clearly, yours is the truer path. You have proven yourself the mightier, and therefore I must bend to your will. It is a simple matter.
  • Avatar: But...then why did you argue?
  • Walhart: Because I wanted to test the strength of your convictions. As long as your belief is firm, I will follow the path you set. But if those convictions waver? If your beliefs are beset with doubt? Then Walhart will again rise up and demand his voice be heard!
  • Avatar: The code you hold to is shocking in its intensity, Walhart. But in time, I truly believe you will come to accept the wisdom of my way.
  • Walhart: I will march by your side and grant my all to your cause. Let us see if you have the strength to change my mind!
  • Avatar: I plan to do exactly that.

With EmmerynEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Avatar: How are you feeling, Your Grace?
  • Emmeryn: ......
  • Avatar: ...Your Grace? ...Emmeryn?
  • Emmeryn: Mmm...
  • Avatar: Is this a good time, Your Grace?
  • Emmeryn: ......
  • Avatar: Can I tell you something? I know this may seem forward, but... Your words and actions have always meant so much to me.
  • Emmeryn: My...words?
  • Avatar: I know it sounds a bit silly when I say it out loud like that. But it's the truth. Your commitment to peace inspired me. Even when it was clear that war was inevitable, you stood by your principles. I know you and Chrom clashed over it, but in the end... Well, he wants peace as badly as you. He shares your dream. If there was a path that avoided war, I'm sure he would have taken it.
  • Emmeryn: I don't... Don't understand...
  • Avatar: It's okay, Your Grace. You're tired, and I'm not making much sense. Just know that we'll build the world you envisioned. One without fear or war. We're working every day to make it happen.
  • Emmeryn: ......
  • Avatar: Forgive me. I should let you get your rest.
  • Emmeryn: No, I... It's all right.
  • Avatar: I'll come see you again soon. Take care, Emmeryn.
  • Emmeryn: And...you.

B SupportEdit

  • Avatar: How's it going today, Your Grace?
  • Emmeryn: ...... Where...we...going?
  • Avatar: No, it's... It's just an expression. It means "how are you feeling?"
  • Emmeryn: I...am well...
  • Avatar: That's wonderful! Truly it is! If there's anything I can do for you, please don't hesitate to ask.
  • Emmeryn: Do for...me?
  • Avatar: Well, you know. If you're hungry or bored or something, I could try to help... Oh! I could tell you all about what happened before you returned!
  • Emmeryn: Before I...returned?
  • Avatar: Right! Chrom defeated Gangrel and then stopped a huge Valmese invasion! It hasn't been a field of roses, but Chrom strives for peace in his own way. He's keeping your dream alive.
  • Emmeryn: ......
  • Avatar: Your brother is a fine ruler, and his people love him. I know you'd be proud of that. Hopefully you can tell him one day...
  • Emmeryn: Chrom...
  • Avatar: Oh, but no rush, of course. There'll be plenty of time once more of your memory returns.
  • Emmeryn: Y-yes... My memory.
  • Avatar: I think it would mean a lot to him to hear it.
  • Emmeryn: Mean...lot...to him? ...Or you?
  • Avatar: W-well, yes. I suppose it would mean something to me as well.
  • Emmeryn: All...right.

A SupportEdit

  • Avatar: How's it going today, Emmeryn? Er, I mean...
  • Emmeryn: It is...going well. Th-thank you.
  • Avatar: Goodness! You're getting better and better each time I see you! So then. Do you have time to talk?
  • Emmeryn: ...You do.
  • Avatar: Hmm?
  • Emmeryn: You always take...the time. ...Th-thank you.
  • Avatar: Emmeryn! That's not... Look, you don't have to thank me. I... I like spending time with you.
  • Emmeryn: ...... You...
  • Avatar: Huh? Sorry, did you need something?
  • Emmeryn: Your... Your name...
  • Avatar: Oh, wait. I suppose you've forgotten that, too. Well, my name is—
  • Emmeryn: Avatar.
  • Avatar: Wh-what did you just say?
  • Emmeryn: ...Avatar.
  • Avatar: That's... Yes. That's my name. But how did you...?
  • Emmeryn: I remember you.
  • Avatar: Emmeryn! You remember me?!
  • Emmeryn: ...Yes.
  • Avatar: Are more of your memories coming back? Do you recall anything else?
  • Emmeryn: I don't... I'm not sure, but... I heard your name...in my head.
  • Avatar: Emmeryn... *sniff*
  • Emmeryn: Don't cry...
  • Avatar: I'm too happy to stop! I thought I might never hear you speak my name again!
  • Emmeryn: Well...now you did.
  • Avatar: Everyone, come here! It's Emmeryn! She's remembering things again!
  • Emmeryn: Ah...

S SupportEdit

  • Avatar: Hello, Emmeryn.
  • Emmeryn: Hello, Avatar.
  • Avatar: Listen, I... I need to apologize to you.
  • Emmeryn: Why?
  • Avatar: Before, when you said my name, I...I got a little too excited. I shouldn't have called everyone over. Especially when you should be resting. So anyway, I'm sorry. It won't happen again, I promise.
  • Emmeryn: ...It's fine. I didn't mind.
  • Avatar: Thanks. That's good of you to say. ...It makes me so happy to see you doing so well, Emmeryn.
  • Emmeryn: I know. ...I'm happy, too.
  • Avatar: We'll just keep taking this slowly for a bit. Let time work its magic.
  • Emmeryn: ......
  • Avatar: Is something wrong?
  • Emmeryn: I'll get better.
  • Avatar: I don't doubt it!
  • Emmeryn: You have been...so good to me. I like having you near. Will you...stay with me?
  • Avatar: Hmm?
  • Emmeryn: I want you to stay with me. ...Always.
  • Avatar: Emmeryn! O-of course I will! You're getting better by the day, and I want to be around to see every minute.
  • Emmeryn: Thank you...
  • Avatar: And someday, when you're better and I've grown into a man worthy of you, maybe... Maybe we can be together...forever?
  • Emmeryn: You are already worthy.
  • Avatar: I don't know...
  • Emmeryn: I'm...better. But I'm not...healed. Will you stay until then? Will you...wait for me?
  • Avatar: Until the end of time...
  • Emmeryn: Thank you...for this chance. I...love you. You make me...whole again.

With Yen'fayEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Avatar: Yen'fay? Might I have a word?
  • Yen'fay: Ah, Avatar. ...What is it?
  • Avatar: I'm trying to understand how you are different from the Yen'fay I once met. If you're willing, I'd know more of you and the cruel future from whence you came.
  • Yen'fay: What is there to say about me? Past or future, I am little more than a ghost.
  • Avatar: A ghost? Yes, perhaps so... But do you not carry any memories imprinted in your soul? Can you not tell me of wars fought, dynasts lost, missions accomplished?
  • Yen'fay: ...Yes. I had a mission once. I swore to protect a grave.
  • Avatar: A grave?
  • Yen'fay: The grave of my beloved sister, she who died for my foolishness.
  • Avatar: ...I'm sorry. I don't mean to remind you of painful events.
  • Yen'fay: The deeds are done—it is only right I pay the price for them. In any case, you need not concern yourself with my feelings. I care for nothing. I yearn only for the day when I, too, can crawl into my tomb.
  • Avatar: Yen'fay, you mustn't think like that! You've traveled to the past, and now fate is in your hands. With our help, you can change the future of the world!
  • Yen'fay: Like a ballad song to an empty theater, your exhortations are wasted on me. ...There is no fertile ground here for your kindness to take root. My heart is barren.
  • Avatar: Yen'fay...

B SupportEdit

  • Yen'fay: HAH! YAH!
  • Avatar: Yen'fay, are you still practicing?
  • Yen'fay: Yes, Avatar. Practicing and thinking. Perhaps I can use this unwanted lease on life in the service of you and your allies.
  • Avatar: That is a fine thought, and we're grateful, but you must allow yourself rest. You've been on the training ground since daybreak.
  • Yen'fay: To grow strong, it is necessary. The pain felt by this vessel of flesh is nothing to me. If I can make it serve a greater cause, then for a short time my soul might know peace.
  • Avatar: ......You did more than just protect graves, didn't you, Yen'fay?
  • Yen'fay: How do you mean?
  • Avatar: I mean, you don't seem the type to waste his talent on such a duty. You're the kind of man who always tries to aid others, even in a benighted future.
  • Yen'fay: Avatar, you are perceptive indeed. Yes, I defended villagers and farmers from the Risen—or at least, I tried. Dead though my soul was, the corporeal flesh still demanded daily sustenance. I was no hero, but a sellsword taking bread from any who couldn't fight themselves.
  • Avatar: Come now! Surely you fought for more than a handful of coin... Was it because you couldn't bear to ignore the plight of the innocent?
  • Yen'fay: You overestimate me. Back then, I barely had the will to live, let alone save others.
  • Avatar: If you say so, perhaps. But I believe you're better than that. You're still fighting to help people, just as you always have.
  • Yen'fay: It seems you're hell-bent on thinking the best of me, no matter what I say.
  • Avatar: I can be stubborn that way. But we can continue this another time. Until then, farewell.
  • Yen'fay: ......

A SupportEdit

  • Avatar: Yen'fay? What are you doing so far away from the camp?
  • Yen'fay: This frivolities and easy conversations of camp are distractions I must avoid. I dedicated myself to becoming stronger. Until then I pledge not a moment's respite. Say'ri died because of me. Such a thing must never happen twice.
  • Avatar: You speak of Say'ri in the future.
  • Yen'fay: Yes. Sweet, innocent Say'ri, cursed with a coward of a brother who let her die. I loved her more than anything—yet even so, I did not save her. I am disgraced.
  • Avatar: ...... Tell me this Yen'fay. Say'ri of the future loved you as you loved her, yes?
  • Yen'fay: I believe it so.
  • Avatar: Then if she could speak to you now, you know exactly what she'd say. She'd tell you to keep living. To forgive yourself. To find what joy you can.
  • Yen'fay: She was the kindest person I ever knew. Everything she did was for me. I loved her—I STILL love her—with all that remains in my heart...
  • Avatar: Then you owe it to her to not give up.
  • Yen'fay: ...Yes. Of course you are right. If she saw me wallowing in self-pity, what a scolding she would deliver!
  • Avatar: It's high time you picked yourself up, dusted off, and started living again. In your future, Say'ri is gone...I can only guess at the pain that must bring. But here in the present, you have countless comrades who need you.
  • Yen'fay: You speak the truth, Avatar. How selfish I have been. I have become a burden when I should have been acting as relief.
  • Avatar: You are a stalwart ally, Yen'fay. I only want you to open your eyes.
  • Ye​n'fay: Rest assured, you've pried them open. I see the truth at last.
  • Avatar: Excellent. Now, why don't you come back to the camp with me?
  • Yen'fay: Yes. It is high time I took my proper place in the ranks of this army. Thank you, Avatar...my friend.
  • Avatar: It's my pleasure, friend.

With AversaEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Avatar: Hey there, Aversa.
  • Aversa: I beg your pardon, little man?
  • Avatar: Um...hey there? It's a greeting. You know? "Hey there"?
  • Aversa: A greeting that borders on insolence! Your familiar tone mocks me. Did Chrom send you to spy on me?
  • Avatar: What?! No! I was just seeing what you were...doing.
  • Aversa: Also called "spying"!
  • Avatar: Look, we don't spy on each other in the Shepherds. And you're one of us now.
  • Aversa: Am I now? My, my, my... You ARE a trusting bunch.
  • Avatar: Look, Aversa. I know this... I mean... Everyone's sitting down for supper. Why don't you join us
  • Aversa: Trusting AND stupid! Oh, but what a delightful combination. Your friends would sooner slit their throats than break bread with me, little man. Or have you forgotten how many times I tried to take their lives?
  • Avatar: No, we all remember that quite well. But you're here now, so... Look, you're going to have to break the ice sometime. Might as well be tonight.
  • Aversa: When it comes to former foes, I'll take ice over fire any day.
  • Avatar: But...
  • Aversa: We are finished here.
  • Avatar: *Sigh* Always such a pleasure.

B SupportEdit

  • Avatar: Oh, hey there, Aversa! Uh, I mean... Hello! Er, greetings. I hope the day...finds you...well?
  • Aversa: Are you speaking to me, little man?
  • Avatar: You know, I DO have a name. And it's not "little man."
  • Aversa: ...What do you want?
  • Avatar: Want? Um, nothing really. I just saw you over here and thought maybe—
  • Aversa: What? That we could be friends? That we might share secrets and giggle long after dark like idiot schoolgirls?
  • Avatar: No! I just thought you might like to sleep at camp instead of out in the woods.
  • Aversa: So you can slit my throat in the night?
  • Avatar: No one's slitting anyone's throat!
  • Aversa: My, my. my, SUCH a gentleman. Truly, you are your father's son.
  • Avatar: ...Don't say that.
  • Aversa: Oh, please. Don't deny it. Not to me. We're FAMILY, after all!
  • Avatar: We are NOT family! You're adopted! And I didn't even know my family!
  • Aversa: What a convoluted family tree we make! More like a tangled shrub, in fact. I'm older than you, and yet I was adopted AFTER your birth. Hmm... I suppose in a way that makes you my older brother? How delightful!
  • Avatar: I'm not your brother, and you know it.
  • Aversa: Silence, the matter is settled....Big Brother.
  • Avatar: ....Are you coming back to camp or not?
  • Aversa: Only if my biiiiiig bwother pwomises to pwotect me!
  • Avatar: That's IT! That's IT! Shut up! Just shut up already!
  • Aversa: Aww, really? Will you be so cruel to your wittle sister?
  • Avatar: You know what? Stay here. Get eaten by a bear. I don't give a damn.
  • Aversa: Aw, pweeeeeease, big bwother! Don't weave me here with the scary bweahs! Kyaaa ha ha ha ha!

A SupportEdit

  • Avatar: ...Hey.
  • Aversa: Goodness! I feel the icy chill of a cold shoulder. I find that rather sad, Big Brother.
  • Avatar: Just... Look, please don't call me that.
  • Aversa: Where's the harm? It's just the two of us. There are no eavesdroppers here. Besides, I thought you wanted to be friends! ...... You...did..want to be friends? *Sigh* I'm... Alright. I'm sorry. I won't call you that anymore. I suppose it's good that someone in this camp even comes to see me.
  • Avatar: Oh, come on. Lot's of people... Well... Okay, people have been busy. But I can say for a fact they've been talking about you!
  • Aversa: I...
  • Avatar: What is it?
  • Aversa: I've been thinking... I really don't have a place in this world. I was played for a fool by my father. Now I fight for my former enemies... I'm a slack-eyed puppet that dances to music everyone but me can hear.
  • Avatar: No you're not. You're Aversa.
  • Aversa: That's just a name.
  • Avatar: Yes, but it's yours! You know where you come from and who you are. I don't have that. Hell, I don't even have my memories to help me. I came into this world without friends or family, but now I have both. The Shepherds gave me a new chance, and they can do the same for you. You just have to trust them.
  • Aversa: That sounds...nice. Gods, I can't believe I just said that.
  • Avatar: You're starting to feel like this could be home. ...Aren't you?
  • Aversa: How...did you know?
  • Avatar: I've been spying on you.
  • Aversa: I KNEW it!

S SupportEdit

  • Avatar: Er, Aversa? What are you doing?
  • Aversa: Cleaning and oiling our weapons, checking our food stores...
  • Avatar: You cleaned that entire rack of swords?!
  • Aversa: I thought I could make myself useful. Is there a problem? Do the Shepherds think I would sabotage their weapons? I may not be their friend, but I'm certainly not their foe. Not anymore...
  • Avatar: Of course we trust you...
  • Aversa: Well, all right. Maybe I misspoke. I feel I do have one friend. One person I feel close to.
  • Avatar: Oh?
  • Aversa: It's kind of odd, because... Well, because it's you.
  • Avatar: This better not be about that "Big Brother" thing again. You do realize we're not related in the slightest, right?
  • Aversa: I know, Avatar. And in truth, I'm...glad. I'm not all sarcasm and snar, you know. I have emotions, too. And lately, I've found myself thinking about you. ...A lot.
  • Avatar: Eh?
  • Aversa: I know this must sound mad, seeing how we fought each other for so long.
  • Avatar: You're thinking about me...how?
  • Aversa: Gods, you're dense! I want to be with you!
  • Avatar: As... As allies?
  • Aversa: Dunderhead! I want to be with you! I want to marry you!
  • Avatar: But...why?
  • Aversa: Because there's no one else. Chrom believed in me, but not like you... You make me want to be a better person. You give me hope. And...you make me smile. Is that enough?
  • Avatar: ...I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about this myself.
  • Aversa: I imagine your friends will have all sorts of objections...
  • Avatar: Let them. I'm a grown man who can make his own decisions.
  • Aversa: It's strange. I spent so much time fighting and scheming that I never...
  • Avatar: ...Realized what you wanted was right in front of you?
  • Aversa: Something like that, yes. Kya hee hee!
  • Aversa: From now on, I live only for you. And as you may have noticed, I'm the fiercely loyal type.

With PriamEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Priam: Ah, Avatar. Perfect timing.
  • Avatar: Hmm?
  • Priam: I was just about to go look for you. I am prepared to pass along all I know of fighting to you!
  • Avatar: Er, you are? Well, fantastic! I'm sure anything you have to say would be tremendously helpful.
  • Priam: As this army's tactician, you hold it's fate in your hands. If knowledge I've amassed can be of use, I'm pleased to help.
  • Avatar: Then I humbly accept your offer.
  • Priam: Right, then! Let us begin. First, all strength stems from a warrior's breathing.
  • Avatar: Oh?
  • Priam: By drawing in the ambient energies that permeate the air, we gain their strength. Therein lies the origin of a fighter's ability and the determinant to how far they'll go. So, if the breath is the source of all strength, what out a warrior do?
  • Avatar: Um... Seek out the purest air possible?
  • Priam: Indeed! Air quality is of critical importance when training. This is why warriors have labored in deep woods and waterfalls for ages.
  • Avatar: I didn't expect you to be quite so...intense. This is pretty hard stuff.
  • Priam: You want intense? Let's talk about my first training expedition into the woods. I was but a boy, 11 or 12 perhaps, and I was attacked by a ferocious bear!
  • Avatar: A bear attacked you when you were 12?!
  • Priam: It did.
  • Avatar: So...did you defeat it?
  • Priam: A foolish question! how else would I be telling you this blistering tale if I hadn't?!
  • Avatar: ...Oh. Um, right.
  • Priam: I owe my victory to the crisp mountain air. With every breath, I drew into me the very spirit of the woods. The sighs of the trees ages old whorled about me just waited to be utilized! And as I breathed deep, I began to refine that energy. To temper it...
  • Avatar: It's really something seeing you quite so excited... You're usually so quiet. But, er, is there an end to this story? ...In the near future?
  • Priam: Hmm? Did you say something?
  • Avatar: Er, no... Not a thing.
  • Priam: Anyway, yes, my story... So by fusing the air with my own intrinsic energies and releasing it, I created a new...

B SupportEdit

  • Avatar: Hmm, nothing else to take care of... Why don't I sharpen some weapons? Everyone seems to take care of their own gear, but it can't hurt to check. Some of these swords lose their edge if you so much as look at them cross eyed!
  • Priam: For all its hardened wood and metal, a sword is a delicate thing!
  • Avatar: WHA—?! ...Priam? I didn't see you there!
  • Priam: An elegant blade! A spear tip hewn to a razor point! They're strong enough to take a life, but exquisitely fragile at the same time. A warrior's life extends no further than that of the weapon he wields. Fail to perform maintenance, and it may well cost you...EVERYTHING!
  • Avatar: Sounds like something you might say... A stern maxim to live by, but fair.
  • Priam: Ideally, a weapon should never be handled save by the one who wields it.
  • Avatar: Er, so I shouldn't help the others maintain their equipment?
  • Priam: I mean only that creating and tending to a weapon aids in growing accustomed to it. To claim as one's own a weapon made and honed by another is folly!
  • Avatar: Doesn't it seem a bit much to have an entire army learning smithing?
  • Priam: It is only an ideal. I would never presume to force my methods on anyone else. But a man must have a code, and this is mine!
  • Avatar: Wow, Priam. Anything about war and weapons and you get worked up. I had you pegged as the strong, silent type, but you're actually quite passionate. (Though I might've preferred the strong-and-silent version, emphasis on silent...)
  • Priam: Hmm? What was that?
  • Avatar: ...Nothing at all.
  • Priam: Legends from the far north say that blades handed with love ultimately gain souls. They cease to be mere objects and become something tremendous. Miraculous, even! Once imbued with a soul, a weapon's bond to its wielder can transcend into a new...

A SupportEdit

  • Avatar: Ah, my first hot meal of the day! It warms both body and soul.
  • (Priam appears)
  • Priam: Few things are so important to a warrior as proper sustenance!
  • Avatar: GAH! Priam! Must you keep sneaking up on me, only to yell into my ear!
  • Priam: How else would I convey to you my thoughts on food and its role in war?
  • Avatar: ...Oh boy. You've got a philosophy of eating, too?
  • Priam: Of course! Food is another cornerstone of a warrior's physical and mental training. The act of eating is to take the life of other beings and make it into one's own flesh. That's why wasting food is a crime on par with murder itself! We should eat with an awareness of the sacrifices of others and a spirit of thanks.
  • Avatar: Awfully talkative again today, aren't we, Priam? (...Now where did I put that cotton for my ears...?)
  • Priam: ...Mmm? What was that?
  • Avatar: Er, no, I just... Nothing! It's only...er... When you get on a topic you like to talk about, you really like to talk about it.
  • Priam: ...I have been talking your ears blue, haven't I? Apologies. When I speak on matters of combat, I tend to lose track of time. Honestly, I think hanging around you people is starting to influence me! I just hope it's for the better. I'd hate to think I was getting soft.
  • Avatar: Oh, I don't think you need to worry. Just the fact that you ARE worried is the best proof of why you don't need to. You're as tough—and tough on yourself—as ever. I guarantee it.
  • Priam: A guarantee from you is a serious thing indeed.
  • Avatar: I do feel you've grown a bit...kinder. Even gentler, perhaps. But this is not a bad thing. In fact, it's helped our army. For example, passing along your wisdom to me was an act born of kindness, no?
  • Priam: Well, I suppose I did want to feel I was doing all I could to help everyone...
  • Avatar: It makes me all the more eager to learn how I might follow in your footsteps.
  • Priam: Heh, fair enough! Then I'll continue to teach you everything I know. If you think you can handle it, that is?
  • Avatar: Of course! Only maybe we could take it in smaller—
  • Priam: In that case, back to food! To consume a meal is to consume the very souls of everything on your plate.
  • Avatar: (Oof, this one's gonna be long... I can feel it in my bones.)
  • Priam: Just as the wheel of reincarnation turns every onward, crushing all in its path... With each passing meal, muscle builds on food and passes on a new soul. Each shares in your flesh and becomes part of your spirit! And in turn...

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