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With ChromEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Chrom: Hey, Olivia. What are you doing here all by yourself?
  • Olivia: Oh! Milord! C-Chrom! Sir! Sir Milord! ...Hello! Er, I l-like to come here for peace and quiet. ...To relax.
  • Chrom: Then I'm intruding. I'll leave you to your—
  • Olivia: NO! Er, I mean, it's all right. I don't mind. Really.
  • Chrom: Well, if you're sure you don't mind...
  • Olivia: ......
  • Chrom: ......
  • Olivia: ......
  • Chrom: ...... Heh, not very talkative, are you? That's all right. I was never much one for—
  • Olivia: Oh, look at the time! Gotta go!
  • Chrom: Er, Olivia? ...Gods, I'm supposed to be the leader of Ylisse and commander of the army. If I can't even talk to my soldiers properly, how am I going to rule my subjects? Or inspire people? Or forge alliances with other nations? But every time I try to talk to Olivia, it ends in this awkward silence... Well, no more. I'll find a way to break through if it kills me!

B SupportEdit

  • Chrom: Ah, there's Olivia now... ...Right! Today I shall be charming and witty, and we will talk of this and that. I'll make her forget her painful shyness as we quickly become fast friends. Maybe a joke would lighten things up. Friendly ribbing always puts me at ease... Ha ha! Why, if it isn't Olivia! Ha ha! Here by yourself again?
  • Olivia: EEK! Oh, milord! I mean, Chrom! Sir! I was just...practicing my dancing. ...Since I'm useless at fighting. I mean, it's what I do, you know? Dancing, that is. Not fighting. ...Yes. Well. Anyway.
  • Chrom: Ha ha! Oh, Olivia, what a wit you are! But you mustn't sell yourself short. If you were a poor dancer, I'd just kick you out of the Shepherds!
  • Olivia: Wait, what?! Oh my gosh, I'm so... I mean, I'll do my best! Please... I don't...
  • Chrom: N-no! That was a joke! Just...joking! Ha ha! Ha ha ha! ...Ha? See, if you were ACTUALLY bad, I wouldn't joke about it. ...Right? Look, Olivia, we all think you're an excellent dancer. Honest. So please—there's no need to be so self-effacing all the time. All right?
  • Olivia: Y-you are very kind. But I'm so clumsy, and there's still much that I have to learn.
  • Chrom: You're doing it again.
  • Olivia: Oh! *gulp* S-sorry! I forgot—
  • Chrom: I do think it's great that you want to better yourself, though. I could take a page or two from your book when it comes to practicing swordplay!
  • Olivia: Oh, Chrom! Please! You're embarrassing me!
  • Chrom: But, I didn't mean to...
  • Olivia: Um...
  • Chrom: Er, Olivia? Is something wrong? You're...staring at me...
  • Olivia: I am?! Ah, SORRY! I mean... Um... I think I left the campfire burning! Gotta go!
  • Chrom: No, wait! Olivia! ...That girl is a puzzle. Still, we actually exchanged a few words today. I suppose that's progress.

A SupportEdit

  • Chrom: Oh, hello, Olivia.
  • Olivia: Eeek! Chrom!
  • Chrom: Practicing again?
  • Olivia: I was just finishing, actually.
  • Chrom: Oh? I was hoping that you might show me what you've been working on.
  • Olivia: Y-you mean dance...in front of you? Ah ha ha! Hee hee! Hoooooo... N-no. I couldn't possibly.
  • Chrom: But on the battlefield, you never hesitate to dance when called upon.
  • Olivia: Yes, but...well, that's...different. The setting... The atmosphere... There's no time to think about it, or worry about it... I just...do it.
  • Chrom: It amazes me that someone so shy could be such an amazing performer. Your dances are really quite wonderful. I don't know how you can't see it.
  • Olivia: Lord Basilio told me much the same thing. ...Albeit with different words. Something about charming the butt off a butterfly, I think?
  • Chrom: Ha! That sounds like Basilio, all right. You and he go back a long way, right? How did you first meet?
  • Olivia: ...I owe him my honor and my freedom. Once, when I was with a traveling theater group, I caught the eye of a corrupt noble. He would have stolen me and forced me into marriage if not for Khan Basilio.
  • Chrom: Hah, and here I thought Basilio more likely to carry you off himself!
  • Olivia: Oh no, you have Basilio all wrong... He's not like that. Not really. He told me a khan doesn't need such tricks to find himself a partner. ...Actually he was much cruder about it, but you get the idea.
  • Chrom: Let me guess: it was something about his "big brown arse"?
  • Olivia: Hee hee! I guess you DO know Basilio pretty well after all!
  • Chrom: Hey, look at that!
  • Olivia: What?! D-did I say something wrong? I did, didn't I?!
  • Chrom: No, I just... I don't think I'd ever heard you laugh before. At least not in a nervous way.
  • Olivia: Oh, geez. Did I really laugh?
  • Chrom: Yes. ...It was actually quite lovely.
  • Olivia: Oh, Chrom, you mustn't say that! Gods, I wish the ground would swallow me up right now!
  • Chrom: Well, I'm sorry if I embarrassed you. But I enjoyed seeing you today. I feel like we're finally getting to know each other... I look forward to our next conversation.
  • Olivia: Oh, yes! Absolutely! Me, too! I can't believe Chrom and I can actually talk to each other like normal people! Gosh, I was SO terrified of him at first. But he's actually quite charming once you get to know him...

S SupportEdit

  • Olivia: Hello, Chrom!
  • Chrom: Well, Olivia, this is a pleasant surprise. Usually I have to track you down.
  • Olivia: Well, you always make a point of talking to me, right? I thought it was time I repaid the favor.
  • Chrom: Ha! Well, I'm honored. I remember the days when you couldn't say more than two words at a time.
  • Olivia: I know! The old me wouldn't dream of just coming up to you and saying hello. In fact, sometimes, when I'd see you coming, I'd run and hide in a barrel!
  • Chrom: ...In a barrel? Er, yes. Well in any case, it seems I'm very much in Basilio's debt. If not for him, we'd never have had the chance to become friends.
  • Olivia: Oh, don't even say that!
  • Chrom: To think I might have lived my whole life without knowing you...
  • Olivia: I know, I... I feel the same way. You even helped me be less shy around other people! 'Cause if I can talk to you, I can talk to ANYONE!
  • Chrom: ...Am I so terrifying?
  • Olivia: Oh, no! No, it's not like that! You're an important person, you know? A prince and our leader and all that? It's not like folks just walk up to you and start blabbing away.
  • Chrom: Hmm... I see your point.
  • Olivia: But it's all right, because I'm not scared of you at all anymore. Hee hee hee!
  • Chrom: I do so love that laugh.
  • Olivia: And I love seeing you relax instead of reading war books or whatever you do!
  • Chrom: Well then, perhaps you would like to see more or me.
  • Olivia: Oh... Yeah, sure! Why not?
  • Chrom: Then perhaps you'd like to see me...all the time?
  • Olivia: Well... I would have to eat and sleep at some point, but...
  • Chrom: ...But perhaps we can do that together as well, if... ...If we were married.
  • Olivia: Oh my gosh, WHAAAAAT?!
  • Chrom: Will you do me the honor, Olivia? Will you marry me?
  • Olivia: Well, let's see... Will I marry this smart, funny prince who's also super handsome? YES! Of course I will! Yes!
  • Chrom: Well now you're making ME blush... Here, then. I've been carrying this around and waiting for the right moment. Please take it as proof of my love for you.
  • Olivia: ...C-Chrom, this ring bears the crest of the royal house of Ylisse! This is priceless! I can't take it!
  • Chrom: My parents had it made on the occasion of my birth. They told me to give it to the woman that I would spend my life with. I'm only doing what it was designed for in the first place.
  • Olivia: Th-thank you, Chrom. I shall wear it proudly for the rest of my days.
  • Chrom: I've been waiting my whole life for this moment, Olivia. Today I'm the happiest man in all the realm!

Special DialogueEdit

Triggered automatically at the conclusion of Chapter 11 if Chrom's highest Support value is with Olivia and neither are already married.
  • Olivia: G-Good day, milord.
  • Chrom: Oh, hello, Olivia. What a pleasant surprise.
  • Olivia: Oh! Is it strange? ...Or untoward? I don't mean to be so! I just thought, since you're always so nice to me, I should...
  • Chrom: I'm happy you're here. I've always liked talking to you. Especially since you've become less... Well, terrified of me than before, heh heh...
  • Olivia: Heh, ha, I know! It is so very strange. I've always been painfully shy around strangers, and even some acquaintances. Even a nod sends me running! But...not with you.
  • Chrom: Basilio deserves my thanks. Were it not for his introduction, we might never have met.
  • Olivia: I...I suppose not.
  • Chrom: You're smiling! ...Heh. It suits you.
  • Olivia: Really? I'm still so new at it. ...Smiling, I mean. ...At you. Until recently, the very thought of you had me weeping in despair!
  • Chrom: What? But why?
  • Olivia: No! Not in a bad way! It's just... Well, you're our leader, and such an important man, and we could never...
  • Chrom: ...Be together?
  • Olivia: But it's alright! I've made my peace with it. It's just... I've never felt this way about a man. It's strange. In a good way. ...I think.
  • Chrom: You're smiling again.
  • Olivia: So are you! And I never get to see THAT on the battlefield!
  • Chrom: I'm never this happy on the battlefield. And rarely this happy off it...
  • Olivia: Milord...
  • Chrom: Olivia, I'm going to say something, and you're likely going to think me mad. I know that we barely know each other, but I feel something...extraordinary for you.
  • Olivia: Y-you do?
  • Chrom: And not just when you dance! I feel it all the time. You're all I think about.
  • Olivia: Are you saying...
  • Chrom: I think I love you. And I know that's madness! I KNOW it! But you know what? It doesn't matter. My sister always followed her heart, so now I'm going to follow mine... Olivia, will you marry me?
  • Olivia: Holy gods! I mean... Yes... Yes, Chrom! Yes, oh yes! I will marry you!
  • Chrom: I can't promise it will be easy, but I can promise you my heart.
  • Olivia: Your heart is all I need.
  • Chrom: I...I can't believe you said yes. I was worried you might run screaming, heh heh. Oh! Wait! I nearly forgot. I have something for you... Here. Take it as a sign of my devotion.
  • Olivia: Your royal ring? But this must be so precious to you!
  • Chrom: I've found something even more precious... My parents had this ring crafted to celebrate my birth. They wanted me to give it to the woman I would spend the rest of my life with. Take it, and know that I will stand by you until the day I die.
  • Olivia: Chrom this is... It's all too much.
  • Chrom: This is a love kindled quickly, but it burns bright in me. It is a love that will last. I believe it with all that I am.
  • Olivia: If this is madness, then lock me up and discard the key! I hope to never draw the sane breath again!
  • Chrom: So be it! We'll be crazy in love, together.

With Male AvatarEdit

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 Female AvatarEdit

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 lay-dee! 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.

With FrederickEdit

C SupportEdit

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

B SupportEdit

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

A SupportEdit

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

S SupportEdit

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

With VirionEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Olivia: Tra-la-la-la-LAAAAAA! ♪
  • Virion: Oh ho!
  • Olivia: Eek! Wh-Who's there?!
  • Virion: My apologies, fair maiden. I had no wish to startle you.
  • Olivia: Virion? Oh, thank goodness it's only you.
  • Virion: Goodness, indeed! It appears the young maiden trusts me as a friend. Although, speaking as a man of passion, I am unsure if this pleases me or not.
  • Olivia: Huh? What do you mean?
  • Virion: Ah, it is no matter. Now please! Tell me more of your intoxicating promenade! I find it strange that you are performing a dance for two all by your lonesome.
  • Olivia: You're familiar with this dance?
  • Virion: I have, on many occasions, taken the gentleman's part.
  • Olivia: Erm, I don't suppose you'd care to show me the steps? I m-mean, if it's no trouble! I'm trying to learn it, you see, but it would be so much easier with a partner!
  • Virion: Virion has never refused a plea from a damsel in need, and he shall not begin now! I will teach you what I know. I will teach you... EVERYTHING!
  • Olivia: Oh! That's great!

B SupportEdit

  • Virion: And STEP and STEP aaand...BACK!
  • Olivia: L-like that?
  • Virion: Ah, it brings a tear to my eye. You have captured it perfectly!
  • Olivia: Well, it's all thanks to my kind and patient teacher!
  • Virion: A lady should be handled like a baby bird. Gently...and yet ever mindful that at any moment she could fly away!
  • Olivia: No one would care if I flew away...
  • Virion: My lady Olivia appears to be unaware of her many talents and charms!
  • Olivia: Oh, stop it, Virion. You're just saying that because I happen to be standing here.
  • Virion: That they are hidden behind that gawky exterior makes them all the more beguiling!
  • Olivia: Okay, maybe don't stop.
  • Virion: That is why your dances inspire so many of us on the battlefield. But, if I may be so bold, a little more confidence would not be entirely remiss.
  • Olivia: Th-thank you for your honesty, Virion. I appreciate the praise. Even if it's just idle flattery, it makes me want to try harder.
  • Virion: Idle flattery?! My lady, you wound me! I speak as one possessed by beauty.
  • Olivia: See, now I KNOW you're lying! You say the exact same things to all the girls.
  • Virion: Perhaps. But it is never a lie!
  • Olivia: Er, right. But if EVERYONE is as beautiful as you claim, doesn't that mean—
  • Virion: *Ahem!* That's enough chitchat for today! We must continue our lesson.
  • Olivia: Yes, of course. Ready when you are!

A SupportEdit

  • Olivia: Tra-la-la-la-LAAAAAA! ♪
  • Virion: Ah, if it isn't my little dancing bird. Practicing solo again, are we?
  • Olivia: Oh, hello, Virion. I was just rehearsing the steps for this new dance. It's very...ardent.
  • Virion: Yet you find it difficult to do so alone. Am I correct?
  • Olivia: Er, well, yes, actually. How did you know?
  • Virion: Tsk-tsk. I am your teacher! I know these things. Well then! I shall simply have to instruct you...personally.
  • Olivia: W-well, that would be fine, except...
  • Virion: Yeeeeeeeees?
  • Olivia: Well, it's just that you're so very good! Far better than me, actually. I have two left feet! No, two left HANDS where my feet should be! So when you're close, I just... I get so nervous.
  • Virion: So you prefer to dance alone, then? This is your solution?
  • Olivia: Er, yes...
  • Virion: Very well. As you are a lady fair, I shall respect your wishes. HOWEVER! As you dance, I shall be dancing right along with you. There is no need for hand-holding or the exchange of sultry glances! I can instruct you perfectly well from across the room.
  • Olivia: W-would you mind?
  • Virion: Ha ha! My dear lady, I have done far worse in the name of far less. Shall we begin? And a one, and a two...
  • (Scene transition)
  • Olivia: Hee hee! You're right! It's SO much better when you have a partner! Even if the partner is spinning across the room...
  • Virion: 'Tis a dance meant for two, my lady. That is the only way to do it justice.
  • Olivia: Oh, Virion! I'm so glad I asked for your help!
  • Virion: You are not the first to utter such a sentiment.
  • Olivia: Thanks to you, I've perfected yet another dance. I'm starting to believe I might have some talent after all.
  • Virion: I'm pleased that the knowledge granted by my noble pedigree could be put to use.
  • Olivia: *Siiigh* He's soooo dreamy...
  • Virion: Pardon? Did you say something?
  • Olivia: What? Who, me? Oh, gosh no! Um, but... Do you think I could maybe have another lesson soon?

S SupportEdit

  • Olivia: *Sigh*
  • Virion: Tsk! Such a world-weary and forlorn sigh ill suits my young protege!
  • Olivia: S-sorry...
  • Virion: I might be able to help, if only you would share with me the nature of your sorrow. In my time, I have lifted cares from the shoulders of many a mournful maid.
  • Olivia: N-no. Please, Virion. Just leave me alone.
  • Virion: It breaks my heart to see a woman in such desperation... Especially one whom I love with all of my being.
  • Olivia: Oh, stop it. Just stop. You don't love me. You're just saying things again.
  • Virion: You do not believe me?
  • Olivia: Ha! I wager you say that to every girl you see! Love probably strikes you three times before breakfast.
  • Virion: There you are wrong! I have never said it to anyone, ever.
  • Olivia: T-truly?
  • Virion: Truly, my dear.
  • Olivia: B-but you're always asking girls to marry you.
  • Virion: I admit, I am quite fond of proposing to... Well, most anyone I meet. But I have told none that I loved them with all my heart.
  • Olivia: I don't know...
  • Virion: Olivia, tell me! Do you feel for me as strongly as I feel for you?
  • Olivia: *Sniff* O-of course, you foolish man! I've loved you from the moment we met!
  • Virion: Then perhaps you will accept this gift as proof of my affections?
  • Olivia: It's...a ring. For me?
  • Virion: Look how beautiful it is upon your finger! Like a butterfly in the moonlight it sparkles!
  • Olivia: It DOES look beautiful...
  • Virion: At last, I have made you smile. Would you care to dance together to celebrate this wonderful moment?
  • Olivia: Oh, Virion! Of course!

With StahlEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Stahl: Say, Olivia? Could I trouble you for—
  • Olivia: Aah!
  • Stahl: Um, sorry. Did I startle you?
  • Olivia: N-no, you were just...so close.
  • Stahl: Er, but I'm...way over here. Funny, I tend to think of myself as one of the less-imposing Shepherds.
  • Olivia: I'm sorry. It's just that when people look at me, I get...nervous.
  • Stahl: Is that so? I have just the thing. Wait here!
  • Olivia: Um, Stahl? Where did you—
  • Stahl: Here we are!
  • Olivia: A letter?
  • Stahl: I wrote my request down. That way you don't have to talk to me.
  • Olivia: Oh! Right. Well then, let me see... Oh, you want a needle and thread? Sure! Shall I bring them by your tent later?
  • Stahl: Just drop 'em by the front flap. That way you won't have to worry about another conversation.
  • Olivia: Outside your tent, then. Got it. Th-thank you. I'm sorry...
  • Stahl: Hey, you're the one doing me a favor! This is the least I can do.

B SupportEdit

  • Stahl: I'll just leave the letter here, Olivia. No rush.
  • Olivia: I'll be sure to read it. And sorry again.
  • Stahl: I've told you, it's no trouble at all. Though it might be nice to have a leisurely conversation at some point. Anyway, so long as it's nothing personal, I'm not worried.
  • Olivia: Oh, n-no! It's like this with everyone until I get used to being around them. I'm just...not good with strangers.
  • Stahl: I see. So you can't talk to strangers, but you can talk to friends?
  • Olivia: U-usually...
  • Stahl: All right. In that case... *AHEM!* Bwa ha ha! Aye, lass! Bring me some meat and mead! Let's rumble!
  • Olivia: Er...what?
  • Stahl: Well, since you've know Basilio for so long, I thought I could act like him. You know? To make you feel more at ease?
  • Olivia: That was your Basilio impression?!
  • Stahl: It sounded a lot better in my head...
  • Olivia: Wow, that was seriously terrible! But you know what? Seeing something that embarrassing has made me less embarrassed!
  • Stahl: Well then, I guess it was worth it. Next time I'll try to come up with a plan that lets me retain a shred of dignity.
  • Olivia: Hee hee. I'm looking forward to it.

A SupportEdit

  • Stahl: You seem calm today, Olivia. Perhaps you've gotten used to me?
  • Olivia: It seems so, doesn't it! I'm sorry it took so much time and effort.
  • Stahl: Hey, no apologizing! Everything worked out in the end, right?
  • Olivia: I still can't believe you did impressions of everyone I know AND my entire family!
  • Stahl: I can't believe how bad I am at doing impressions.
  • Olivia: Basilio was the best of the bunch. ...Which is terrifying.
  • Stahl: Heh heh heh...
  • Olivia: Hee hee!
  • Stahl: Pffaaah ha ha ha ha! Man, that was so bad...
  • Olivia: Hee hee hee! You have a gift for making people laugh, Stahl. You're a comedic genius!
  • Stahl: Heh. Funny looking, maybe. I dunno about my future on stage, though.
  • Olivia: I wish I had your talent. It would be nice to make people smile in these dark times. All I do is wind up making them uncomfortable...
  • Stahl: Not when you're dancing! That's some motivational stuff right there. It makes me feel alive somehow. It gives me the courage to continue.
  • Olivia: You...really think so?
  • Stahl: Hey, I'm a genius, remember? So can the negativity!
  • Olivia: I think that may be the kindest thing anyone's ever said to me, Stahl. I'm so glad we're friends.
  • Stahl: The pleasure's all mine.

S SupportEdit

  • Stahl: Hello, Olivia.
  • Olivia: Hey, Stahl! Did you need something?
  • Stahl: I have something to give you.
  • Olivia: ...A letter? I think we've moved past the letter stage now, Stahl.
  • Stahl: I know, but this time I'M feeling shy.
  • Olivia: Uh-oh. Did I say something to make you uncomfortable?
  • Stahl: No, no. You're perfect. It's just... Look, just open it. Please?
  • Olivia: Well, all right.
  • Stahl: ......
  • Olivia: Er, Stahl? The envelope is completely... Oops! Something just fell out! ...Is that a ring?
  • Stahl: It's for you.
  • Olivia: Oh! Then you...
  • Stahl: I...I love you, Olivia. And I want to be with you as your husband, if you'll have me.
  • Olivia: Er, I'm... I don't...
  • Stahl: You don't have to answer right now. Take some time and think it over.
  • Olivia: N-no, that won't be necessary. I know my answer. I was just a bit surprised you were actually asking me. But I guess if we're both a bit bashful about this, it's a good sign. So yes, Stahl. I'd love to marry you.
  • Stahl: Oh, Olivia! Thank you! I swear I'll make you happy!
  • Olivia: Hee! You already have.

With VaikeEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Vaike: ...Huh?
  • Olivia: *Sob*
  • Vaike: What's wrong there, Olivia? Whatcha cryin' about?
  • Olivia: The scent on the wind...
  • Vaike: *Sniff* ...Huh? Wind smells fine to me! What's wrong with it?
  • Olivia: It's the fragrance of change—of the passing of the seasons. I cannot help but weep.
  • Vaike: It's the what now?
  • Olivia: Oh, no! Did I say that out loud?! Oh, I'm so EMBARRASSED! D-don't look at me!
  • Vaike: Er, yeah. I'm gettin' increasingly confused by this conversation.
  • Olivia: Why do these kinds of things ALWAYS happen to me?!
  • Vaike: You mean sniffin' the air and breakin' into uncontrollable sobs?
  • Olivia: Stars on a cloudless night... A single strawberry on a plate... A flock of birds soaring across the blue skies... Such beauty strikes my heart and overcomes me with emotion!
  • Vaike: Just sounds like yer cryin' over a buncha weird stuff, if ya ask me. But hey, we all got our problems, right?
  • Olivia: Yes...I suppose so.
  • Vaike: Er, so these mooning fits of yours don't happen on the battlefield, right?
  • Olivia: Oh, no! In combat, I remain totally focused at all times.
  • Vaike: See then? Ya got nothin' to worry about! Still, ya might wanna avoid sniffin' the air with other folks around. People might think you're weird.
  • Olivia: Er, yes. I'll try to keep that in mind. I'm sorry for putting you to trouble.
  • Vaike: You ain't gotta apologize to ol' Teach! Just keep yer chin up, all right?
  • Olivia: Oh, yes. Of course. I'm sorry I'm not more cheer—
  • Vaike: Ogre's teeth, lady! Stop apologizin'!
  • Olivia: S-sorry...

B SupportEdit

  • Vaike: ......
  • Olivia: Oh, I'm SO sorry, Vaike!
  • Vaike: Lemme guess: ya saw a wildflower at the bottom of the cliff and got all weepy. And THEN ya nearly fell off the dang thing 'cause ya couldn't see. That the gist of it?
  • Olivia: Th-that's about it, yes. If you hadn't come along...
  • Vaike: You'd have plummeted to your death. I know. Listen, why are you like this?
  • Olivia: I don't know! I just... *sniff*
  • Vaike: You're like one'a them long-haired weirdos that bangs gongs in the street.
  • Olivia: *Snff* I'm sorry...
  • Vaike: Gads, you do like to apologize, don't ya? I really wish you'd knock it off.
  • Olivia: S-sorry...
  • Vaike: Look, stop it. Try to say somethin' else for a change, all right? Like "Oh, Vaike, yer so wonderful!" or...somethin'.
  • Olivia: Er, well... That is...
  • Vaike: C'mon, you don't have to be so shy! You're talkin' to the Vaike here!
  • Olivia: Th-thank you.
  • Vaike: Hmmmmmmm?
  • Olivia: For...you know. Saving me. Just now.
  • Vaike: Oh, that. Har har! That ain't nothin'.
  • Olivia: Oh, gosh. That wasn't a very good thank you, was it? I'm so sorr—
  • Vaike: DON'T say it! It was great! Perfect! No need for any more apologizin'!
  • Olivia: Oh, you must forgiv— Er, I mean...all right.

A SupportEdit

  • Olivia: Oh, er, Vaike?
  • Vaike: Yep?
  • Olivia: I...wanted to say something about earlier. When I almost fell off the cliff?
  • Vaike: Just so long as ya don't go apologizin' again!
  • Olivia: Oh, no. Actually, what I wanted to say was... Vaike, I think you're wonderful.
  • Vaike: Huh?
  • Olivia: Oh, GODS! Did I say the wrong thing?! I did, didn't I? Oh, I'm just going—
  • Vaike: No, it was fine! I just...wasn't expectin' it, is all. And while I agree about the wonderful bit, what's it got to do with the cliff?
  • Olivia: Well, er, it's just that when we spoke afterward, you told me... That is... See, you asked me to say that you're wonderful. So I thought about it, and—
  • Vaike: That was AGES ago!
  • Olivia: Er, so?
  • Vaike: Look, Olivia. Ya can't just go savin' up compliments for whenever. If somebody does somethin' great like savin' yer life, ya tell 'em right away! Not weeks later when everyone's forgotten about it!
  • Olivia: Oh. Sorry...
  • Vaike: ......
  • Olivia: But you DID save my life. So now I have to find some way to repay you.
  • Vaike: Well, there is ooone thing you could do for me, I s'pose. Wanna hear it?
  • Olivia: Oh, yes! Please, I'd love to!
  • Vaike: No more apologizin' to me. Ever.
  • Olivia: Er...
  • Vaike: "Sorry this" and "sorry that" makes it impossible to have a proper chat. And, frankly, I was kinda hopin' we could sit down and talk sometime!
  • Olivia: Oh? I-I see... Then I'll try...

S SupportEdit

  • Vaike: Say, Olivia? You got a sec? I was hopin' we could chat.
  • Olivia: Of course, Vaike. What is it?
  • Vaike: Well, I was just thinkin'... Ever since ya stopped with the apologizin', we've been havin' some great times! Don't ya think?
  • Olivia: Oh, er...yes... I suppose... I mean, I like talking to you! ...I think. Mostly.
  • Vaike: Right! And 'cause it's all goin' so swimmingly, I thought I'd give ya this. If ya take it, we'll be able to keep talkin' till we're old and batty!
  • Olivia: ...Oh my gosh, Vaike. Is this a ring?
  • Vaike: Oh, and uh... You know our little rule? Well, consider it suspended for now.
  • Olivia: What do you mean?
  • Vaike: I mean, ya can apologize to me right now if...ya know. If ya need to. Otherwise it'd be hard for ya to turn me down and all. I mean, if that were— Hey, are you backin' away from me?
  • Olivia: Oh, gods, I'm SO embarrassed, I have to... I have to...
  • Vaike: Hey, it ain't like I do this every day either, sister! Mopin' monkeys, she just took off! She's a funny one, that girl. Hope she comes back soon. The Vaike don't wanna stand here all day like a chump... ...... Yup. Aaanytime would be great. Just any old time now.
  • Olivia: ...Er, Vaike?
  • Vaike: There she is!
  • Olivia: Um, that was... I mean... I shouldn't have run off like that.
  • Vaike: It's all right. You can say it. I told ya, apologies'll be accepted.
  • Olivia: No. That's the thing... You don't have to lift the rule. ...See?
  • Vaike: ...You're wearin' it? You're wearin' the ring!
  • Olivia: I think it suits me.
  • Vaike: Course it does! I ordered it all special for ya!
  • Olivia: I'm very honored, Vaike. Er, Vaike?
  • Vaike: Yep?
  • Olivia: I...I love you.
  • Vaike: Holy ogre toes! Why didn't ya say so before now?!
  • Olivia: Because I'm...bad at communicating...
  • Vaike: Look, I tell ya what. You marry me, and I'll do the talkin' for the both of us. Sound like a plan?
  • Olivia: It certainly does!

With KellamEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Olivia: Um, excuse me. Do you have a second? I need some advice...
  • Kellam: What, me? S-sure, I suppose.
  • Olivia: It's just that I've been feeling, well...useless lately.
  • Kellam: That's crazy talk! Your dancing is an inspiration to us all!
  • Olivia: There must be SOMETHING I can do besides flail my arms about...
  • Kellam: Hmm... Well, can you cook?
  • Olivia: I mean, my grandmother taught me how to bake cakes and other desserts... Would that really be helpful?
  • Kellam: Are you kidding? Everyone LOVES dessert! It's the best meal of the day.
  • Olivia: Hmm, I suppose I could give it a shot. Let's see... I'll need honey and raisins... Oh, and a whole lot of butter!
  • Kellam: Mmm... I'm drooling already!
  • Olivia: Hee hee. You're pretty smart for a tree, you know that? Thanks for listening!
  • (Olivia leaves)
  • Kellam: Oh. She was...talking to the tree. Guess she didn't notice me there. Er, well, good luck all the same, Olivia!

B SupportEdit

  • Olivia: Oh, Mr. Tree, it was wonderful! Everyone loved my cakes!
  • Kellam: Um, I'm not a tree.
  • Olivia: But the strangest thing happened! See, I couldn't find any honey... But right when I was about to give up, a big jar appeared in my bag! Some gallant stranger must have helped me in my hour of need! *siiigh*
  • Kellam: Happy to help, Olivia. I just... I... Uh-oh... WAAAAAA-CHOO!
  • Olivia: K-Kellam?!
  • Kellam: Stupid pollen! It's just been so out of control these past... Oh. Um, hello, Olivia.
  • Olivia: Goodness, you scared me! Where did you come from? Oh, wait. You dropped something.
  • Kellam: Wait, you don't have to—
  • Olivia: ...Honey? Kellam, was that you?
  • Kellam: S-sorry. I'll be on my way.
  • Olivia: Wait, Kellam! ...Thank you.
  • Kellam: N-no! Thank you! The cakes were delicious.
  • Olivia: Then I'll have to make more right away. You mind if I take this honey?
  • Kellam: It's all yours.

A SupportEdit

  • Olivia: Kellam? Keeeeeellam... HEY, KELLAM!
  • Kellam: I'm right here.
  • Olivia: Oh, there you are! I've been calling your name all over camp.
  • Kellam: Do you need more honey?
  • Olivia: No, not today. I just... Here. This is for you.
  • Kellam: Oh, it looks like a little star. What is it?
  • Olivia: It's called rock candy. I thought you could eat it while you march.
  • Kellam: What a good idea! I'm sure everyone will appreciate the boost.
  • Olivia: No, they... It's not for them. I made it for you.
  • Kellam: Just for me?
  • Olivia: J-just you.
  • Kellam: That's very kind, Olivia. Thank you. I can't wait to try it
  • Olivia: I hope you like it.
  • Kellam: If there's, um...anything else I can ever help with, just say so.
  • Olivia: I will. Thank you.

S SupportEdit

  • Olivia: ......
  • Kellam: Hello, Olivia.
  • Olivia: WAAAH! Hee hee... You caught me again. I was going to slip this flower into your bag.
  • Kellam: Heh. It's tough to slip anything past me undetected. I'm kind of an expert, after all.
  • Olivia: You're always sneaking ingredients and little treats into my things, Kellam. It's not fair that I can't do the same...
  • Kellam: Speaking of which... Um... Have you checked your purse today?
  • Olivia: ...Oh, you're right, there's a little pouch! You rascal. I can't imagine what— ...Kellam? This is a ring.
  • Kellam: It's nothing fancy, but my mother made it, and it's very special to me. She said I should give it to the woman I love, and so... Um... Olivia, will you marry me?
  • Olivia: ......
  • Kellam: Oh... S-sorry, forget I—
  • Olivia: NO! I m-mean, not no! I mean yes! Yes, Kellam. Yes, of course. It's just... I'm just overcome, is all. I feel... Happy. So very, very happy. ...Thank you, Kellam.
  • Kellam: I love you, Olivia. I have since the very first moment I saw you.
  • Olivia: Ooh... That makes me all...wobbly inside. D-don't look at me!
  • Kellam: Anytime you start feeling shy, I'll just disappear into the woodwork. That's part of what makes us such a great pair.
  • Olivia: Oh no you don't. This is my weird problem, and I'm going to fix it. So I'm going to need you to help me.
  • Kellam: We have the rest of our lives to work it out, Olivia.
  • Olivia: Yes, we do, don't we... Oh, Kellam, I'm so happy!

With DonnelEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Donnel: The swan princess done lost her love, ♪ and now her luck is buuuuusted! ♪
  • Olivia: She looks so sad beside the lake, ♪ her wedding ring a' rusted! ♪
  • Donnel: Yikes! You done scared me, ma'am!
  • Olivia: Oh, did I? Gosh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you. But that's one of my favorite ballads, and I couldn't help but join in!
  • Donnel: Eh? You know that song?
  • Olivia: Oh, yes! All dancers dream of the day when they might perform as the white swan.
  • Donnel: It's a sad song somethin' fierce, and I always get to feelin' low when I sing it. Just the way that poor white swan princess is out lamentin' her black swan prince. She sets out on a journey 'round the world, hopin' to meet him one more time. But while she's gone, the evil swans wreck her home and put her realm to the torch! That's why she gets to cryin' out by that pond in the song, most-like.
  • Olivia: But, Donnel, it doesn't end there. Don't you know the other verses?
  • Donnel: ...It don't end with that line about brewin' up tea?
  • Olivia: No, that's just the end of the middle act! Here's the rest... The moon sees the swan princess sadly sipping her tea and takes pity on her. He calls out to the black swan prince and tells him how the princess suffers. When the prince hears this, he summons his allies and chases the wicked swans away. Then the prince and princess are reunited in the smoldering ruins of her palace! There they embrace tenderly while the princess smiles softly up at the moon.
  • Donnel: Well pluck my fathers and feed me grits! That ain't a sad song at all!
  • Olivia: No, it's not.
  • Donnel: Gosh, thanks for settin' me straight, ma'am. I reckon I like it even more now!
  • Olivia: Oh, you're very welcome!

B SupportEdit

  • Donnel: Say, Olivia? I've been a' ponderin' that swan princess from the song. You wanna know what I think? I reckon it really is a sad story.
  • Olivia: Oh? How so?
  • Donnel: The princess's whole kingdom was burned up, but they never got put right.
  • Olivia: Well, it's true that the song doesn't mention rebuilding...
  • Donnel: So even if the white swan hitches up with her true love, her home's still rubble. I don't see how she can be properly happy like that. I surely don't.
  • Olivia: I'd...never thought of that.
  • Donnel: Right? It ain't no cheerful ditty at all—it's one of them funeral dirges!
  • Olivia: And if that's so, it casts her final act in an entirely different light...
  • Donnel: Olivia? You chewin' on straw there? Whatcha mumblin' about?
  • Olivia: Oh, sorry. I was just thinking about the choreography for that song. There was one point that always puzzled me, but I think you've given me the answer.
  • Donnel: I did?
  • Olivia: In the choreography, the princess smiles at the moon when they embrace. But the movements are slow and sad, as if they were full of loss. I never understood how she could be so sorrowful in the midst of an embrace. But now I think I get it.
  • Donnel: She's happy for herself, but still thinkin' 'bout her home bein' all busted up.
  • Olivia: Yes, exactly. Thank you, Donnel. This has been an eye-opening talk! I might be able to add a whole new dimension to this dance.
  • Donnel: Gosh! I'd pay anythin' to see that!
  • Olivia: Er, well, I need much more practice. I'm not much of a dancer...
  • Donnel: Well, you get to rehearsin' and lemme know when yer ready to go!

A SupportEdit

  • Olivia: Donnel? Do you mind coming over here for a second?
  • Donnel: What's up, Olivia?
  • Olivia: Er, well... I was hoping you might want to watch my dance.
  • Donnel: Jumpin' jacksnakes! You're all done practicin'? Show me! Show me!
  • Olivia: Yes, but I can't dance without music. Would you be so kind as to sing?
  • Donnel: Aw, sure! But I only know the words partway.
  • Olivia: That's all right. I'll sing as I dance, in the sections you don't know.
  • Donnel: Okeydokey. Ready? Here goes nothin'! The moon was smilin' gently down... ♪
  • (Scene transition)
  • Donnel: And now at last, the two embrace, ♪ and in his arms the swan does sigh... ♪
  • Olivia: Up she looks, with smile so wide, ♪ to gaze at the moon in the sky. ♪
  • Donnel: ......
  • Olivia: Er, Donnel? ...Hello? Did you like it?
  • Donnel: Aw, shucks, Olivia! That's the purdiest thing I ever seen in m' whole darn life! *Sniff* Gosh... Aw, shucks...
  • Olivia: *Sniff* Donnel? You're crying!
  • Donnel: *Sniffle* So are you...
  • Olivia: *Sniffle* Heh.... I guess I am. I got so caught up in the dance, I actually became the white swan!
  • Donnel: I know! I'd a' sworn you were the princess herself!
  • Olivia: Oh, well now... It wasn't THAT good...
  • Donnel: I reckon I could watch you dance all day! ...Don't suppose ya would, though.
  • Olivia: I might be up for one more...

S SupportEdit

  • Donnel: ......
  • Olivia: Donnel?
  • Donnel: ......
  • Olivia: Donnel!
  • Donnel: What in tarnation? ...Oh, hi, Olivia.
  • Olivia: Is something wrong? You're just sitting there like a stunned toad. W-was my dance that bad?
  • Donnel: Jeepers, no... I couldn't tear my eyes away, you were so beautiful.
  • Olivia: T-truly?
  • Donnel: It's like I was hypnotized or somethin'. Hope I ain't gettin' sick...
  • Olivia: Oh dear...
  • Donnel: I just get so weepy when I imagine you as the white swan. It's almost like I'm the black swan and I've fallen in... Er... Which is by way of sayin' I went'n bought ya this.
  • Olivia: Is that...a ring?
  • Donnel: Now, I know I'm no prince or black swan. ...More of an odd duck, I s'pose. And I know a grubby old ring like this won't make a princess smile at the moon, but—
  • Olivia: Donnel, any gift from you has the power to make this princess smile.
  • Donnel: So does that mean...?
  • Olivia: I think it's time for me to dance again. Except, in this performance, I won't be dancing for the black swan prince.
  • Donnel: N-no?
  • Olivia: No. This time I'm dancing for you. For you...my love...
  • Donnel: Aw, gosh! I'm gonna sing that song like it ain't never been sung 'fore!

With Lon'quEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Lon'qu: Hiii-YA! *Crash* ...Hmph. Another failure.
  • Olivia: Oh, that's too bad.
  • Lon'qu: Olivia? Have you been watching me?
  • Olivia: Oh, sorry. I hope I wasn't intruding. It's just that Khan Basilio used to practice the same move.
  • Lon'qu: It is a trick that I have yet to master. But one day I shall! When Basilio slices the water jar open, not a drop is spilled.
  • Olivia: I know! It's crazy, huh? Somehow, he slices through it so cleanly that the flask doesn't shatter.
  • Lon'qu: I have power, accuracy, speed... What am I lacking?
  • Olivia: Not that I'm an expert, but I don't think power has anything to do with it. When Basilio does it, he barely even swings his blade.
  • Lon'qu: You have observed him this closely?
  • Olivia: Well, er, yes. I suppose so.
  • Lon'qu: Then watch me as I attempt the trick again. Tell me if you see what I do wrong. But please—do not stand so close to me!
  • Olivia: Oh, um, okay...

B SupportEdit

  • Lon'qu: Hiii-YA! *Crash* Damnation! Again I fail. The flask shatters under the blow every time...
  • Olivia: Hey, Lon'qu? Perhaps you should take a break? Dinner's almost over.
  • Lon'qu: Stay, woman! Not one step closer!
  • Olivia: Eeek! Sorry! I didn't mean to... Wait, do I make you nervous?
  • Lon'qu: Anyway, I am not hungry. You may give my portion to someone else.
  • Olivia: I don't know if that's a good idea. You need to keep your energy up. Although, I guess if anyone can skip meals, it's you. Basilio did say he never knew anyone with more self-discipline.
  • Lon'qu: ...Basilio said this to you directly?
  • Olivia: Well, yeah, He talks about you all the time, actually. Always saying you're a genius with the blade and his true rival and blah blah blah. He talks about you to anyone within earshot. We're all bored of it, honestly.
  • Lon'qu: I did not know Basilio felt thus.
  • Olivia: You look pleased.
  • Lon'qu: Wh-what? *cough* No, n-not at all. I care not what he thinks of me. ...Perhaps I will eat after all. Excuse me.
  • Olivia: Hee hee. He can't fool me! That stern facade of his COMPLETELY fell away. He was blushing like a tomato!

A SupportEdit

  • Lon'qu: ...Curses. Will I never do this?!
  • Olivia: Oooh, you were SO close that time!
  • Lon'qu: You call that close? I call it pathetic. I've yet to strike a flask without it shattering into a million pieces!
  • Olivia: Well, sure. But—
  • Lon'qu: Bah. I'll never be a match for Basilio, let alone his better...
  • Olivia: Have you forgotten what Basilio said?
  • Lon'qu: That I'm a genius? His greatest rival? Empty words, designed only to flatter. I have talent, but I lack the true heart of a warrior. THAT is his meaning!
  • Olivia: That's not true at all! You WILL become his rival someday. You mustn't give up, Lon'qu!
  • Lon'qu: I understand now why I cannot cleave the flask. I have speed and power, but my heart is weak and irresolute. Without courage and conviction of purpose, my blade wavers and shatters the flask.
  • Olivia: Um, okay?
  • Lon'qu: Yet, even though I know this, I am powerless to cure myself. Especially in your presence!
  • Olivia: Hey, I've got an idea!
  • Lon'qu: Wh-what are you doing?! Release me! Release my hand, I say!
  • Olivia: Breathe, Lon'qu. Let the tension flow from your body... I know you can do it, Lon'qu! I believe in you!
  • Lon'qu: O-Olivia...
  • Olivia: No one is more resolute in purpose than you. You just have to believe.
  • Lon'qu: V-very well... Just let go of me!
  • Olivia: Oh, gosh! Sorry! I didn't mean to be so...um...sweaty. Yikes, this is embarrassing. I left a big red handprint on your wrist. Um, does it hurt?
  • Lon'qu: It does not hurt, but the experience was nonetheless terrible. However, I hear what you say, and I shall not give up.
  • Olivia: That's the spirit!I believe in you, Lon'qu! I know you'll make Basilio proud!
  • Lon'qu: We shall see.

S SupportEdit

  • Olivia: ......
  • Lon'qu: Hiiiyaaargh!
  • Olivia: Huh? Did you miss it?
  • Lon'qu: ...Look again.
  • Olivia: Oh my gosh, Lon'qu! You did it!
  • Lon'qu: At last, I have succeeded.
  • Olivia: I'm so proud of you!
  • Lon'qu: ......
  • Olivia: Whoops—sorry! I guess I kinda grabbed your hand there, huh? I know you don't like being touched, but I just got so excited, and—
  • Lon'qu: I don't mind. ...With you.
  • Olivia: Y-you don't?! Oh, sheesh. This is SO embarrassing!
  • Lon'qu: Hm? But you're the one who grasped MY hand.
  • Olivia: Eh, right. I know, but... Look, it's complicated.
  • Lon'qu: In any case. I must thank you for helping me to master this skill. I could not have done it without you Olivia. You make me stronger. And that is why I would like to offer you this...
  • Olivia: Wow, what a pretty ring! Wait. Does this mean...
  • Lon'qu: I would like us to marry.
  • Olivia: I thought you didn't like women?
  • Lon'qu: *Cough* Er, I don't... As a rule. But you are no ordinary woman. With you, I feel no embarrassment. I do not tremble, or grow tongue-tied, or—
  • Olivia: You don't actually dislike women at all, do you? You just get nervous around us!
  • Lon'qu: Are you saying I'm scared? Of women? Absurd! Because I'm not. Well, mostly not. ...Well, perhaps.
  • Olivia: Hee hee... I would have never guessed! Hee hee hee hee!
  • Lon'qu: Why are you laughing?
  • Olivia: Don't you see? This means we're exactly the same! We both get embarrassed, and we both have a hard time around people! We're going to get along PERFECTLY!
  • Lon'qu: D-does that mean...you accept my proposal?
  • Olivia: Do you even need to ask? I've liked you for ages, Lon'qu!
  • Lon'qu: I am delighted to hear that. I hereby vow to never leave your side... I dedicate my sword to protecting you.
  • Olivia: And I promise to stay by your side as well for the rest of my life!

With RickenEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Ricken: Oh, cool. That's very interesting...
  • Olivia: Hello, Ricken. That sounds like quite the book you're reading.
  • Ricken: Hee hee hee! Oh, NOW I get it!
  • Olivia: *Ahem* Er, Ricken?
  • Ricken: Aaaaaah! Okay, okay, riiight... That makes perfect sense...
  • Olivia: Okay, now's he's just ignoring me. HEY, RICKEN!
  • Ricken: Gyaaaaaah!
  • Olivia: Eeeeeeek!
  • Ricken: Jeepers, Olivia! What's the deal? You scared me out of my skin!
  • Olivia: I-I'm sorry! I just... Gosh, it's not like me to yell like that. How embarrassing.
  • Ricken: Okay, well, I'm paying attention now. So what do you want?
  • Olivia: Er, nothing important, actually. You just seemed so absorbed in that book of yours. I wanted to say how much I admired your dedication to learning.
  • Ricken: Oh! Uh...right. Heh heh.
  • Olivia: So, then! What fascinating subject are you studying today?
  • Ricken: Actually, I'm not learning anything. This is a book of stories.
  • Olivia: Oh? Like fairy tales?
  • Ricken: More like ancient myths and legends. The one I'm reading now is about a prince who falls in love with a forest maiden.
  • Olivia: It's a love story? Oh, wow. Those are my favorite kind.
  • Ricken: You, uh... You want to read it together?
  • Olivia: Oh, I'd LOVE to! Here, let me sit down next to you...
  • Ricken: Whoa! Space-bubble violation! I thought you were the shy type.
  • Olivia: Oh, I don't mind as long as you don't. Now come on, turn the page!
  • Ricken: Er, oookay. But why do you have that strange look in your eyes?

B SupportEdit

  • Ricken: C-c-crikey, this story is giving me the heebie-jeebies!
  • Olivia: ......
  • Ricken: WAAARGH! Hooo! That was a scary bit!
  • Olivia: *Yaaaaaawn*
  • Ricken: Um, aren't you scared? Not even a tiny little bit? Not even when Shanty Pete left his hook on the side of the carriage?
  • Olivia: Er, no. Not really.
  • Ricken: Wow. I thought you'd be shaking and telling me to close the book.
  • Olivia: *Shrug* I dunno. I've heard much scarier stories.
  • Ricken: Scarier than THIS one? *gulp* But, wait. I didn't think you were much of a reader.
  • Olivia: It's true. Books are too heavy to carry when you travel as much as I do. The stories I know are all spoken tales.
  • Ricken: So you just keep all your stories in your head?
  • Olivia: Exactly!
  • Ricken: I'm impressed! Not only can you dance, you have an awesome memory, too!
  • Olivia: Stop it. You're embarrassing me!
  • Ricken: Listen, for our next story, why don't you tell me one of yours?
  • Olivia: ...I'm not sure that's a good idea. I'm not a very good storyteller. I probably won't do it justice... B-but if you really insist, I suppose I could tell you the scariest story I know.
  • Ricken: Y-you're getting that weird look in your eyes again...

A SupportEdit

  • Ricken: Hey, Olivia! You have to finish the story you were telling!
  • Olivia: I didn't realize that you liked it so much!
  • Ricken: Are you kidding? I was totally into it! Besides, when you're telling it, you really look like you're enjoying yourself. Your enthusiasm is infectious!
  • Olivia: It's the performer's blood in me, I suppose. I simply love having a rapt audience! There's nothing better than putting a smile on someone's face.
  • Ricken: You get a kick out of making other people happy? Man, you're awesome!
  • Olivia: R-really? Wow, no one has ever... Anyway, you wanted to hear the rest of the story, right? I'll keep going, but you have to promise me something... If anything scares you, stop me right away!
  • Ricken: Huh? But then I won't know how it—
  • Olivia: If you don't, I can offer no reassurances about what might happen...in the night. There. I have warned you once. I will say no more on the subject. Mwa ha ha ha ha...
  • Ricken: W-wait, is the story THAT scary?! Come on, really?!
  • Olivia: Well... ...... ...... BOO!
  • Ricken: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!
  • Olivia: Hee hee. I'm sorry, Ricken. I was just setting the mood. It's a little trick that Khan Basilio taught me. Did you like it? ...Ricken? What's wrong? You're shaking like a leaf.
  • Ricken: It's just s-s-so scary, I don't know if... Oh, gosh... Look at me... Pfft... Hee hee... Heh heh ha ha ha! Oh man, you really freaked me out there. Ha ha!
  • Olivia: Hee hee! I really did get you, didn't I? You were terrified! Anyway, shall we get with the story? We left off at the haunted castle...
  • Ricken: Yep, I can't wait! Go on, get to it! You really are a great entertainer, Olivia!

S SupportEdit

  • Olivia: ...So, after overcoming many tribulations, the little cow concluded its thrilling journey.
  • Ricken: Uh-huh? And then?!
  • Olivia: Safe at last, it grew a thick pelt of wool...and turned into a sheep! ...The end.
  • Ricken: Hah! No WAY! Is that really how it ends?! That is SO awesome! Ha ha ha!
  • Olivia: I like it, too. Of all the stories I know, it's probably the silliest.
  • Ricken: Hee hee hee... Oh man, Olivia. You sure know how to spin a yarn! When I'm with you, I'm pretty much laughing the whole time!
  • Olivia: R-really? Well, that's very kind of you to say.
  • Ricken: Wouldn't it be great if we could stay together forever?
  • Olivia: Hee hee. That would be great, wouldn't it? So anyway, do you want to hear another story?
  • Ricken: N-no, Olivia. I don't think you understand.
  • Olivia: Hmm?
  • Ricken: Here. Th-this is for you...
  • Olivia: Ricken, is this a...ring?
  • Ricken: I...I really like you, Olivia! You're smart, and cute, and just about the funniest person I've ever met! So what do you say? Do you want to get married?
  • Olivia: Oh my gosh, Ricken! YES!
  • Ricken: REALLY?
  • Olivia: The truth is, Ricken, I've grown very fond of you. You enjoy my stories like no one else... And you scream like a girl when I scare you, which is awesome!
  • Ricken: Ha ha! You've started saying awesome! Thanks, Olivia. You won't regret this!
  • Olivia: Hee hee. Of course, Ricken. And thank you, too. I'm looking forward to spending an awesome life together!

With MaribelleEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Olivia: ONE and TWO and THREE... One more pirouette aaaaaand... Hold for applause! Yay, Olivia! Woooo! Standing ovation! Olivia's the best! Marry me, Olivia!
  • Maribelle: You dance rather well.
  • Olivia: Eeeek! Maribelle! How long have you been standing there?!
  • Maribelle: From the beginning, darling. I didn't mean to spy, but your dance was so wonderful! I just couldn't bring myself to interrupt.
  • Olivia: Oh, er, gosh. Thanks, I mean. I'm still working on the rough bits, so... Oh, gods, this is SO embarrassing.
  • Maribelle: Ha! Save the false modesty for your social betters, my dear. A working-class girl like you needs confidence above all else.
  • Olivia: Er, right... Okay. Thanks, I think?
  • Maribelle: Good heavens. Are all lowborn folk this skeptical? How can you be so bold one minute and such a quivering mess the next?
  • Olivia: Wh-what do you mean?
  • Maribelle: When you dance, you're so...daring! You stand tall and proud, completely unafraid to meet the watcher's eye. You exhibit great strength and dignity.
  • Olivia: Oh...b-b-but... Argh, stop it! This is so embarrassing!
  • Maribelle: And yet when you stop, you become this jabbering, bashful mess of insecurities. I want to see more of Olivia the Bold and less of Olivia the Mouse! Got it?!
  • Olivia: Oh, er. Yes, I'm sure you're right... I guess. But—
  • Maribelle: Ugh. Very well. If you won't do it yourself, I'll just have to aid you. You'll grow a backbone if I have to drag you there kicking and screaming!
  • Olivia: B-backbone?
  • Maribelle: Pluck! Grit! Dignity! Resolve! Pick any noun you like! Hmm... I'll have to think about the best way to whip you into shape. This may take a bit. I'll let you know when the first lesson is ready.
  • (Maribelle leaves)
  • Olivia: I don't like the sound of this...

B SupportEdit

  • Maribelle: Olivia!
  • Olivia: Eeeeek! M-Maribelle?!
  • Maribelle: Heavens! You're as twitchy as a single count in a room full of unwed dowagers.
  • Olivia: Oh, I know. I'm sorry...
  • Maribelle: Well, I suppose it's partly my fault. I do walk with dainty, stealthy steps. But never mind that. On to business! Your first lesson is about to begin.
  • Olivia: Oh, already? That was quick. So, er, what do I have to do?
  • Maribelle: I want you to initiate a conversation with a gentleman.
  • Olivia: Pfft! Is that all? That'll be easy! I talk to my fellow soldiers all the ti—
  • Maribelle: I said a gentleman! Not some knuckle-dragging oaf from the sticks! I want you to go to town, approach the first NOBLE you see, and make his acquaintance.
  • Olivia: Huh?! N-no way! I can't talk to a stranger!
  • Maribelle: What you think you can or can't do is irrelevant. You simply must do it. I know it seems like I'm pushing you into the deep end, but it's a proven method. It's called shock therapy, and it's the latest thing in all the finest courts.
  • Olivia: B-b-b-but...
  • Maribelle: Oh, stop with the pathetic stuttering! Look, this is no picnic for me, either. I did a lot of research for your sake. Are you going to waste all my efforts? You DO want a backbone, don't you?
  • Olivia: W-well, I guess it wouldn't be so bad...if you came with me?
  • Maribelle: Darling, of course I shall accompany you! How else will I know if the deed is done? And this being your first time, a little moral support might be beneficial. So! As soon as you are ready, we shall set out for town.
  • Olivia: I c-can't believe she's making me do this... *gulp*

A SupportEdit

  • Maribelle: Well, it seems you made friends with a gentleman.
  • Olivia: Yes, and he bought us all that tea! Plus those diamond-tipped canes. I don't know. I felt a bit guilty.
  • Maribelle: Tsk! Such things are a small price to pay for the company of two charming beauties!
  • Olivia: But boy, Chrom sure was angry when he found out, wasn't he? He said the Shepherds shouldn't be picking up strangers all over town.
  • Maribelle: I TOLD him we could handle any scallywags that came along, but he wouldn't listen. He said the sight of Shepherds brawling in the streets would hurt his cause. As if I'd gouge out someone's eyes like a common gutter rat! Honestly... Oh, well. I'm sorry, Olivia. Perhaps this was a fool's errand after all.
  • Olivia: Oh, gosh, no! Don't apologize! You were only trying to help.
  • Maribelle: Actually, there's one other thing I should apologize for.
  • Olivia: Oh?
  • Maribelle: Remember the shock therapy idea? The one that led to all this? Well, apparently this is an exercise meant for...gentlemen only.
  • Olivia: So all those lines you made me say were...
  • Maribelle: Completely inappropriate for women of our station, yes. ...Especially the wolf whistles. ...And the bit about his legs "going all the way up."
  • Olivia: ...... Heh. Ha ha. Ha ha ha ha!
  • Maribelle: What's so funny?
  • Olivia: It's just that we were SO serious! We spent all that time memorizing lines! And it was completely inappropriate! Ha ha ha! How embarrassing...
  • Maribelle: It WAS rather embarrassing, wasn't it?
  • Olivia: Well, your methods were wrong, but your lesson still worked. Plus now I have this really nice cane! Say, maybe we should sneak into town and meet another noble! Chrom won't have to—
  • Maribelle: Olivia!
  • Olivia: Hee hee! Besides, I'd rather hang out with you than some stuffy noble gentleman. So then, would YOU care to join me for tea, O fairest of nobles? Methinks heaven should count it's angels, for there is one standing in front of me! Those pantaloons must be made of mirrors, for I can see myse—
  • Maribelle: ...That's enough, Olivia. It's time you started forgetting those lines. ...... Still, I DO enjoy tea. And it would be churlish of me to refuse your invitation. Yes, then. Let us enjoy a cup of tea as newfound friends!

With PanneEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Olivia: Um, hey, Panne...?
  • Panne: What do you want, man-spawn?
  • Olivia: Oh, er, sorry! I didn't mean... N-never mind! Bye!
  • Panne: Wait. You must have wanted something, or you wouldn't have approached me.
  • Olivia: Erm...
  • Panne: Well? Out with it! What is your compliant?
  • Olivia: C-complaint?! Oh gosh, no! I don't have a complaint!
  • Panne: Then state your business. Quickly.
  • Olivia: I...er...was...just wondering... That is to say... Well, it's a bit silly, but... What do you think of me?
  • Panne: I do not think of you.
  • Olivia: Oh! R-right. Yeah, I suppose that was kind of a strange question. It's just that I feel so useless most of the time, so...
  • Panne: You are not.
  • Olivia: You really think so? Because—
  • Panne: You do not trust me? You think I am lying?
  • Olivia: Oh gosh, no!
  • Panne: I find your search for reassurance puzzling. If you are here, then clearly you are needed. If you were useless, Chrom would have left you by the side of the road somewhere.
  • Olivia: I...guess?
  • Panne: Are you perhaps laying the groundwork for a future failure?
  • Olivia: What? No! I would never do anything like that...
  • Panne: ...Wouldn't you?

B SupportEdit

  • Panne: I'd like to thank you, man-spa— Er, Olivia. Your dancing was of great assistance.
  • Olivia: Oh, truly? I'm so glad I could be of assistance!
  • Panne: I hope you will continue to do so in the future.
  • Olivia: Well, I'll try, but I'm just so usl— Argh, I almost did it again!
  • Panne: Did what again?
  • Olivia: Make excuses for myself in case I mess up...
  • Panne: Ah. You're referring to my accusation from the last time we spoke. Pay it no mind. It was unfair of me.
  • Olivia: No, wait. See the thing is, you were right. I do try to make excuses for myself. I wish I knew how to be strong and confident like you... Um, can you tell me your secret? Can you make me more like you?
  • Panne: Is that what you wanted to ask the last time you approached me?
  • Olivia: Yes, actually.
  • Panne: You make a difficult request. I know not from whence my strength springs. I am a taguel and you are not. It may be that I cannot teach you anything.
  • Olivia: Maybe so, but I still want to try!
  • Panne: Very well. Give me some time to think upon the problem.

A SupportEdit

  • Panne: Olivia. Do you remember our talk about learning how to be strong?
  • Olivia: Of course! Actually, I've been wondering when we could start my lessons.
  • Panne: I have thought deeply on the problem, and I may have an answer. But it is the answer of a taguel. It may not suit you.
  • Olivia: I'm willing to try anything!
  • Panne: I began thinking about what sets humans and taguel apart. The difference is that humans are fundamentally irrational creatures.
  • Olivia: Irrational?
  • Panne: Yes. You humans always attempt the impossible while ignoring the possible. This is, as I said, irrational. It is not, however, a failing. Chrom, for example, chases an impossible task, and yet it is a noble cause. I think this is one of the greatest strengths of your species.
  • Olivia: Um, wait. So I should be...more irrational?
  • Panne: Yes.
  • Olivia: O...kay?
  • Panne: It's actually quite rational. For you to be irrational, I mean.
  • Olivia: Okay, stop it.
  • Panne: Listen, Olivia. Can you tell me what is possible or impossible? I speak here of the future.
  • Olivia: Er, well...
  • Panne: You see? You do not know. None of us, human or taguel, know this. But you decide that nothing is possible and give up trying to achieve anything.
  • Olivia: Hmm...
  • Panne: This is your first assignment: you must learn your own limits. You need to discover what it is you're capable of.
  • Olivia: Okay, got it. Learn my limits... Discover my capabilities...
  • Panne: The only way to know your limits is to push yourself to them. At least, that is what a taguel would do. It won't be easy, but if you apply yourself...
  • Olivia: Oh, I will! I'm going to apply myself like treacle on bread! Just you wait! Thanks so much for the advice, Panne. Maybe we could talk again sometime?
  • Panne: I would be glad to. We're in this together, now
  • Olivia: Yay! Just knowing you're a part of this makes me feel like I can do anything!
  • Panne: Heh. Irrational creatures indeed...

With GaiusEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Gaius: Hey, baby.
  • Olivia: Ah! Gaius, isn't it? What can I do for you?
  • Gaius: I was wondering if you might give this a little taste test for me.
  • Olivia: Is that a frosted fruit pie? Sure, give it here!
  • Gaius: Well?
  • Olivia: *cough* G-gracious! It's so sweet... *hack* *cough* Also, the crust is oddly...soggy. No crunch or texture at all. *cough*
  • Gaius: Oh...yeah, huh? Shoot.
  • Olivia: If I were you, I'd march over to the baker and demand a refund!
  • Gaius: ...I made this.
  • Olivia: Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry! I didn't realize—
  • Gaius: No sweat. Wouldn't be the first time I went overboard with the sugar.
  • Olivia: Oh, Gaius, I'm SO sorry...
  • Gaius: Like I said, don't worry about—
  • Olivia: Sorry, sorry, SORRY! ARGH! Can you forgive me? Please?!
  • Gaius: Holy crap, lady! What's gotten into you?
  • Olivia: *Sniff* I didn't know it was YOUR pie! I said such rude and horrid things! I just... When I think about the look on your face, I... Oh, dear...
  • Gaius: Hey, enough already. Seriously, you have GOT to get control of yourself here. So my pie was awful. So what? At least now I know, right?
  • Olivia: ...Oh. R-right.
  • Gaius: Look, would you be willing to try one if my pies again? It'd be nice to get a comparison taste test.
  • Olivia: W-well, if you think it will help.

B SupportEdit

  • Gaius: Hey, babe. You got a second?
  • Olivia: Of course. What do you need?
  • Gaius: I whipped up another pie. Went easy on the ol' sugar pile this time, too. Anyway, you mind letting me know if it cuts the mustard?
  • Olivia: Um... Well, sure. Why not? Hand it over!
  • Gaius: Well? How is it?
  • Olivia: ...You know what? It's not bad.
  • Gaius: You're not just saying that to make me feel better, are you?
  • Olivia: Absolutely not! Besides, you'd know. I'm truly a terrible liar.
  • Gaius: Well, all right then! Glad you like it.
  • Olivia: Say, Gaius? Why do you ask ME to taste your pies? There are tons of people in camp who'd be happy for a free bite.
  • Gaius: It's 'cause you're a dancer. See, the way I see it, you've got a sensitive soul. The Shepherds are a stout bunch and great if you need to thrown down. But most of these clods couldn't tell a turnip from a sirloin. I think I saw Chrom eating an unpeeled orange the other day. No kidding!
  • Olivia: Hee hee! That sounds about right!
  • Gaius: See? You know what I'm talking about.
  • Olivia: You're trouble, mister. Saying such mean things about our fellow Shepherds...
  • Gaius: Even if they're true?
  • Olivia: Especially if they're true! Hee hee hee! Oh, but who am I to laugh? I'm useless at everything.
  • Gaius: That's so wrong, I don't even know how to respond. So you know what? I'm gonna just pretend you never said it. Anyway, I'm still working on my recipe, so I'll be needing your services again.
  • Olivia: O-of course! Anytime...

A SupportEdit

  • Olivia: Hello, Gaius! Do you have another pie for me?
  • Gaius: You bet I do, baby! Now strap yourself in, and get ready to ride the flavor stallion!
  • Olivia: Oh my goodness! I don't know if— Er, well, all right. Gimme that.
  • Gaius: ...Well?
  • Olivia: *Horf, snarf, chomp, munch* Oh gods... So good... Soooooo gooooood...
  • Gaius: We have a winner! Ding ding ding!
  • Olivia: I wish there was more! But say, Gaius. Doesn't it get exhausting? Making pies all the time, I mean. Just gathering all the ingredients alone must be a full-time occupation.
  • Gaius: You got that right. Even basic stuff is rare in times like these.
  • Olivia: Then why do you do it?
  • Gaius: I dunno. I guess I just like pie. Although there's a challenge to it that I find kind of fun, too. And it's always nice to see fellow fighters' eyes light up when I bring 'em a snack.
  • Olivia: Hmm...
  • Gaius: You're humming. What's going on?
  • Olivia: Gaius, I don't think you're being completely honest.
  • Gaius: Huh? Honest Gaius is what they used to call me back in school! ...Well, that and Booger Brain. But mostly it was Honest Gaius.
  • Olivia: Hmm... I suppose we'll see, won't we? But if you make another pie, you have to promise to bring it to me! All right?
  • Gaius: What the lady wants, the lady gets!

S SupportEdit

  • Gaius: So, Olivia. How's the pie today?
  • Olivia: *Munch, munch* Can't talk. Eating.
  • Gaius: The tension is killing me!
  • Olivia: ...It's DELICIOUS!
  • Gaius: Truly?
  • Olivia: Gaius, that pie was pastry perfection. Don't change a thing.
  • Gaius: Well then, maybe you should have another slice.
  • Olivia: Don't mind if I do! *munch, munch* ...OW! What the heck? I just bit something really hard! Wait a minute. Gaius, there's a RING in this pie!
  • Gaius: I know.
  • Olivia: Oh, that is so unsanitary!
  • Gaius: It is? Oh. Um, yeah. Guess I didn't quite think about it like that. See, because I was hoping to use it to propose to you.
  • Olivia: Wait, what?
  • Gaius: You liked my pies so much I just kept baking more. And before I knew it, I was thinking about you the entire time. So, what do you say? Will you be my wife?
  • Olivia: I must confess, Gaius, I've enjoyed our little meetings a great deal.
  • Gaius: ...That means you're into me or not?
  • Olivia: Yes, Gaius. I'd be honored to be your wife.
  • Gaius: Sweet. I hope you're ready for a lifetime of delicious fruit pies!
  • Olivia: Oh, you know I am!

With GregorEdit

C SupportEdit

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

B SupportEdit

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

A SupportEdit

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

S SupportEdit

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

With LibraEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Libra: In Naga's name, we sing...
  • Olivia: Oh! How lovely...
  • Libra: Oh, excuse me. Olivia, isn't it? Can I help you with something?
  • Olivia: Oh, er, no. I was just passing by and saw you and well... Sorry to intrude.
  • Libra: Not at all. I was just finishing.
  • Olivia: I'm sorry, but were you dancing just now?
  • Libra: I was, or at least I was attempting to. A professional like yourself must have got a good chuckle out of it.
  • Olivia: No! Quite the opposite. I've just... I've never seen a dance like that before. The way you clutched at your chest and looked skyward was... Well, it was kind of amazing, to be honest.
  • Libra: It is a devotional dance meant to serve as a prayer to the gods. I am at best a clumsy dancer, so I do not do it justice. However, it is a ritual that all the faithful learn at some point.
  • Olivia: It was beautiful. Truly it was.
  • Libra: To be praised by one of such divine talent is no small honor.
  • Olivia: Er, would you mind terribly if I watched you again sometime? I mean, as long as it isn't blasphemous or something...
  • Libra: You would be welcome. Such praise is meant to be shared with all.
  • Olivia: Oh, yay! Thank you!

B SupportEdit

  • Olivia: La de dum... La de dum de doooo...
  • Libra: Goodness...
  • Olivia: Oh, Libra! I didn't see you there.
  • Libra: Very impressive, Olivia. But who taught you the movements of our sacred devotional dance? As far as I know, the only time you saw it performed was when you watched me.
  • Olivia: I usually only need to see a dance once to be able to learn it. But this one is different. It's like I'm just going through the motions.
  • Libra: To truly perform the devotional dance, you must understand its subtext.
  • Olivia: Um, could you maybe explain it? I mean, if you have the time?
  • Libra: It would be my pleasure. Now, this initial arm movement...
  • (Scene transition)
  • Olivia: Okay. And in this bit you're offering thanks for the blessing of rain?
  • Libra: Yes. As you raise both arms, you lift the prayer from the ground to the heavens.
  • Olivia: Got it.
  • Libra: ...Well, I believe that is everything. Do you have any questions?
  • Olivia: No, thank you. You explained everything perfectly!
  • Libra: I'm glad to be of service.
  • Olivia: You're really good at this, you know? You should be a priest or something!
  • Libra: Actually...

A SupportEdit

  • Olivia: Aaand ONE and TWO and...
  • Libra: ......
  • Olivia: Oh, hello, Libra. What do you think? Am I getting better?
  • Libra: *Sniff*
  • Olivia: Libra? Are you all right? You're not crying are you?!
  • Libra: ...Do forgive me, my dear. *sniff* *sniffle*
  • Olivia: What's the matter?
  • Libra: ...I'm sorry. I don't think I've wept like this in years. It's as if your dance has freed my heart from a prison of ice!
  • Olivia: Gosh, really? Was I that good?
  • Libra: I thought the gods themselves had descended to dance in your person!
  • Olivia: Oh, wow! That's high praise.
  • Libra: It is no easy thing to lift prayers to the gods. Yet your dance was flawless.
  • Olivia: Well, er, thanks! But, of course, I couldn't have done it without you. I mean, you're such a good teacher, and you make everything so clear.
  • Libra: No, it's you who has taught me with your magnificent dance. I am the one who is grateful!
  • Olivia: Well, if that's the case, you're welcome to come watch. I mean, if you want.
  • Libra: Thank you. I shall do that.

S SupportEdit

  • Libra: Though it sits in my palm before me, I cannot believe I have taken this step...
  • Olivia: Hi, Libra!
  • Libra: Ah! Olivia! ...What did you see?!
  • Olivia: Um, you standing there? A couple of trees, maybe?
  • Libra: You didn't see anything in my hand?
  • Olivia: Um, no? ...Geez, you're acting really weird right now. Anyway, I came by to give you this. As thanks for the dancing lessons.
  • Libra: ...A crown of flowers? Why, it's beautiful! Did you make it yourself?
  • Olivia: Yep! It took a while, but it was the least I could do. Here...
  • Libra: Thank you.
  • Olivia: So...okay then! Guess I'll be going now.
  • (Olivia leaves)
  • Libra: ...... Olivia, wait.
  • (Olivia returns)
  • Olivia: Huh?
  • Libra: I also have a gift for you, Olivia. Would you accept this small token?
  • Olivia: Oh, look! It's a ring! ...Gosh, this is really pretty.
  • Libra: This is more than a mere trinket, Olivia. It is a symbol of my love. I wish to spend the rest of my life with you.
  • Olivia: Oh, Libra! That's wonderful! I'd love to get married!
  • Libra: Your words bring joy to my heart.
  • Olivia: Yes! And we have your sacred dance to thank for it!

With HenryEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Henry: ...Aw, poor little doggy. The silly mutt stepped in a hole and hurt its leg.
  • (Olivia appears)
  • Olivia: DON'T TOUCH THAT DOG!
  • Henry: Huh? What the hey?
  • Olivia: I know you! You're that creepy kid who likes blood and magic and...blood magic! You stay away from that poor little doggy!
  • Henry: But this dog is hurt. See, his leg has this—
  • Olivia: N-no! Stop! I'll take care of him and nurse him back to health!
  • Henry: Huh? Oh, okay, sure! We can take care of him together!
  • Olivia: T-together? Waaait a second. Aren't you going to sacrifice him to your dark god or something?
  • Henry: You're a crazy lady. Why would I do that? I love doggies! I want to save his life! Right, boy? Who's a good boy? Aren't you glad the crazy lady wants to help us? Yes you are!
  • Olivia: Hey! How am I crazy? You're the one who's obsessed with blood!
  • Henry: Hey, that's a medical condition! Show some respect!
  • Olivia: Oh, never mind. Right now, we have a dog that needs looking after. Will you run and get me some bandages?
  • Henry: You got it, crazy lady!

B SupportEdit

  • Olivia: Um, Henry? What are those red stains on your clothes?
  • Henry: Oh, will you look at that? It's blood! ...Wonder where it came from? *Lick* ...Oh, hey! It's MY blood! Nya ha! I must have been wounded in battle! Oh man, good times.
  • Olivia: GROSS! ...And also really creepy. And why are you laughing about it?! That wound needs to be dressed immediately!
  • Henry: You wanna help? It's kind of out of the way, so I can't reach it.
  • Olivia: ...Oh, gods, look how deep this is! How could you not notice?
  • Henry: Oh, I've got a high pain threshold. It's a genetic thing. Nerve damage. I've had a lot worse than this!
  • Olivia: You've had WORSE? Where? And how?!
  • Henry: When I was a kid, my parents put me in this exclusive wizard school. Well, as you can imagine, some of the experiments got a biiit out of hand. Once, I almost set my face on fire! Nya ha! Those were the days...
  • Olivia: Your teachers were negligent. Why didn't your parents pull you out of there?
  • Henry: Meh, my parents didn't care what I did as long as I wasn't expelled. Heck, the whole reason they sent me to wizard school was to get rid of me. But hey, no worries! I turned out fine!
  • Olivia: I see now... Your cheerful demeanor is just a mask you use to hide your pain. You use it as cover to tamp down your deep-seated resentment and anger...
  • Henry: That's what all my psychiatrists said. But nope! Not true. I'm just a happy guy.
  • Olivia: No, no... You can't fool me. I've never seen a real smile from you, one from the heart. I'm a performer, you know! I can tell as faker when I see one. Shhh... It's all okay now. You never need to visit that terrible school again. Now come on, let down your guard. Show me the real Henry!
  • Henry: Wow. You really ARE a crazy lady!
  • Olivia: I am not crazy! I'm trying to help, so you could at least be polite! *Sigh* All right, your wound is bandaged. But this isn't over, you hear? I want you to come see me again so I can help you get over these emotional issues.
  • Henry: Hey, sure. I got time.

A SupportEdit

  • Olivia: Now, when you feel sad, you pull your face like so...
  • Henry: You mean like thiiiiiis?
  • Olivia: No, down! The corners of your mouth are supposed to go DOWN! *Sigh* I'm starting to think that you're incapable of changing your expression. Look, Henry. Life is like dancing... You can't just mimic the moves. You have to FEEL them!
  • Henry: Nya ha! You compare everything to dancing. It's hilarious!
  • Olivia: I don't think this is a laughing matter. I'm trying to help you, you know!
  • Henry: Look, crazy lady. I like you. I really do. But you have GOT to let this go. I smile because I'm happy, all right? There's nothing more to it.
  • Olivia: N-no. That just can't be possible. *Gasp* Ungh...rug...!
  • Henry: Hey, are you okay there? You're making funny noises.
  • Olivia: M-my chest...suddenly...feels tight... C-can't breathe... It h-hurts...
  • Henry: Aw, jennies! You've been cursed! I'd know those symptoms anywhere. Someone must have—
  • Olivia: *Pant* Henry...please. You have to get...out of here...
  • Henry: What? Oh come on, that's crazy talk. You're gonna die here in a second. Now you just sit there while I dispel the curse... Hmm, let's see... *Mutter, mutter, mutter* KA-BLAMMO! So long, curse! See ya in hell!
  • Olivia: ......
  • Henry: Olivia? H-hey, Olivia. ...You being crazy again, Olivia? Olivia?! Aw, come on, Olivia! You can't die now! NOOOOO! OLIVIAAAAAA! Come back to me, Olivia! Stay out of the light! STAY OUT OF THE LIIIIIIGHT!
  • Olivia: S-stop crying. I'm...I'm all right.
  • Henry: ...Huh? Aw, thank goodness! I was worried there for a sec.
  • Olivia: Well, at least I finally got to see a different expression on your face...
  • Henry: Did you? ...I totally didn't notice.
  • Olivia: Thank you, Henry. You saved my life.

S SupportEdit

  • Olivia: Henry, I want to thank you for your help the other day.
  • Henry: Aw, don't worry about it. Really, I should have recognized the symptoms faster. But don't worry! I'm gonna find who did it and make sure they never curse you again. Oh yes. There will be blood...
  • Olivia: Eek! I'm just glad you're on our side!
  • Henry: Well, I'm glad I'm on YOUR side!
  • Olivia: You do have a very nice smile, Henry. Even if it is a little creepy sometimes.
  • Henry: Aw, hamburgers. Really?
  • Olivia: Absolutely! And what's more, I was wrong to have ever doubted its sincerity! I think I'm done giving you lessons.
  • Henry: Hey, I like your lesson! And I like YOU! In fact... I wanna be with you all the time!
  • Olivia: Henry?
  • Henry: You don't think I went to all those frowning lessons because I wanted to frown, do you? Heck no! I went because I wanted to see you and be with you! So let's get hitched! What do you say? I've got a blood-magic spell all ready!
  • Olivia: Wh-what?! Um, but, H-Henry, I don't...
  • Henry: Ha! Just kiddin'. I bought you a ring. Here, see? It's huge and everything.
  • Olivia: ...Oh my goodness. That IS huge! You are a very odd man, Henry, and yet I find myself strangely attracted to you. So, yes. All right. Let's get married.
  • Henry: Awesome! You won't regret this, Olivia. I promise!
  • Olivia: Oh, this might just be the happiest day of my life!
  • Henry: Nya ha! Just hearing that makes me even happier than before!
  • Olivia: Hee hee. I didn't think that was possible...

With Lucina (Daughter)Edit

C SupportEdit

  • Lucina: Mother, guess what? I found a wonderful dress in the town market.
  • Olivia: Oh?
  • Lucina: It was gorgeous! I thought it'd be just perfect for you, so I bought it. I was thinking you could try a different style for once.
  • Olivia: Why, Lucina! What a lovely surprise! Now let me get a look at this gorgeous... Er...dress? Oh dear. I've never seen so many...unusual colors and shapes in one piece of clothing.
  • Lucina: I know! It's very modern. See all the giant pink polka dots? If you look carefully, you'll see that each one is a portrait of Emmeryn herself! I wager when Father sees you in this, he'll just scream in delight!
  • Olivia: (I bet he'll scream, all right...)
  • Lucina: Pardon, Mother? I didn't catch that.
  • Olivia: I'm sorry, Lucina. It's just that... Well, this isn't exactly my...style. I'm very grateful for the thought, but... I don't think I can wear it.
  • Lucina: Oh? I was sure you would like it... Well, perhaps next time I go to market, you could come and pick something yourself. I know it seems frivolous in times like these. But in the blighted future I come from, I often fantasized of such simple pleasures.
  • Olivia: Why, Lucina. What a considerate daughter you've grown up to be. I'd be delighted to go to market with you. ...Delighted and honored.
  • Lucina: Wonderful! And when we go, I'll wear the new dress!
  • Olivia: (Oh, gods, no...)
  • Lucina: Pardon, Mother?

B SupportEdit

  • Lucina: Everyone in this town is so stylish. I wager we'll find you the perfect dress here.
  • Olivia: Er, yes, just so long as it's not TOO stylish. Frankly, dear, you have much more...flamboyant taste in clothes than I do.
  • Lucina: I favor the tasteful and understated. For example, what about this one?
  • Olivia: G-gracious! I don't think I've ever seen such a...shimmery magenta.
  • Lucina: Hmm. I suppose it IS a little bright. Well, what about this one?
  • Olivia: Oh, my... That's very lacy. ...In fact it's nothing BUT lace. Lucina, I can see right through it!
  • Lucina: Oh, all right. Well...how about this one, then?
  • Olivia: Well, it's certainly a nice color. But I'm not sure about the whole octopus motif...
  • Lucina: Oh, I thought you liked octopi. ...This is not going well, is it? Why don't I come back another day and pick out something for you?
  • Olivia: Er, well, I'm not sure if that's a good idea, but...all right. Let's try it.
  • Lucina: Wonderful! Then I shall not rest until I find you the PERFECT dress. Something you will truly, truly adore!
  • Olivia: Oh, yes, I'm sure you... Hmm? Oh, look at this...
  • Lucina: Which one? ...The baby garment?
  • Olivia: Oh, isn't it just adorable? Look at the tiny little bow, too! ...Well, enough shopping for today. We should really be getting back to camp.
  • Lucina: ......
  • (Olivia leaves)
  • Lucina: ...Hmm...

A SupportEdit

  • Lucina: Well, Mother, Ive done it. I've found your ideal outfit. I just know you'll love it!
  • Olivia: Oh, goodness. I didn't think you'd find anything quite so quickly... But... I'm sure it will be just fine. I can hardly wait to try it on! Ha ha...ha.
  • Lucina: And I can't wait to see how it fits! Are you ready? TA-DAAAH!
  • Olivia: ...Huh? It's...tiny. Almost like... Lucina, these are baby clothes.
  • Lucina: Yes! I saw you admiring them in the shop when we visited the market together. I didn't understand why, until I realized you must've been thinking of your daughter. The one in this era, I mean. Your REAL daughter.
  • Olivia: ......
  • Lucina: You could send it to her back at the castle. I'm sure she must miss you.
  • Olivia: Why, Lucina...
  • Lucina: Ive been so happy here, despite having to fight this war. Being able to see my mother again has been a dream come true. I don't want to wake up and remember that you have a different life in this world.
  • Olivia: ......
  • Lucina: Whenever I think of your little girl, I can't help but feel...jealous. I know it's ridiculous to envy myself, but I can't help it.
  • Olivia: Oh, Lucina...don't be silly! I've thought of you as my daughter from the moment we were reunited! Believe me when I say I love you just the same as I love that child at the castle.
  • Lucina: ...Honestly?
  • Olivia: Yes! You are a true daughter to me. I want to give you happy memories to make up for those you lost in your future world. And I know your father feels the same way.
  • Lucina: If anyone knows how he feels, I imagine it would be you...
  • Olivia: Of course! Your father and I are alike in so many ways... We're both parents to the world's most wonderful daughter, for one.
  • Lucina: ...Thank you, Mother. For everything.

With Inigo (Son)Edit

C SupportEdit

  • Olivia: Inigo? It's the middle of the night. Where are you going?
  • Inigo: Oh, Mother! Er, well, I was just off to...chat up the ladies! You know me! Ha ha!
  • Olivia: Nonsense. The only things out there at this hour are Risen. Now, may I have the truth?
  • Inigo: Er, I... I'm... I just wanted to...
  • Olivia: Practice your dancing?
  • Inigo: ...How did you know?
  • Olivia: Someone said they spotted you dancing in the woods a few nights back. I thought you might be making a habit of it.
  • Inigo: They SAW it?! B-but, I made sure to stay behind that big tree the whole time! Argh, that's so embarrassing! ...And I bet they were horrified.
  • Olivia: Quite the opposite. They said it was a breathtaking sight. Apparently they lost track of the time just standing there, mesmerized...
  • Inigo: That's even MORE embarrassing! I'm not good with praise, you know? I'm used to rejection! And wait, lost track of time? How long were they watching?! Ugh, I give up... I'll never be able to practice in peace again. This is going to haunt me to the grave! The GRAVE, I tell you!
  • Olivia: Well, what if we practiced together? Finding secret, out-of-the-way spots to practice is something of a talent of mine. Besides, it's too dangerous to let you charge off into the woods alone at night.
  • Inigo: Together? What, with YOU?! Wouldn't you be humiliated trying out incomplete dances with someone watching?
  • Olivia: Not if that someone were you! You're my son, Inigo! So, what do you say? It would be just the two of us.
  • Inigo: Er, that's really sweet, but... I'm sorry, Mother.
  • Olivia: Hmm? Why not? Still too embarrassing?
  • Inigo: No, it's not that. Well, it IS, but... It's more than that.
  • Olivia: What do you mean?
  • Inigo: L-look, I'm sorry, but I can't. I just can't! I'm going back to my tent. Good night, Mother!
  • Olivia: Inigo, wait!

B SupportEdit

  • Inigo: ...... Sigh... Let me guess. You're in this one today?
  • Olivia: Eep! I-Inigo?! Er, what a coincidence!
  • Inigo: Yes, you just happened to find yourself hiding in a barrel. What ARE the chances? Mother, PLEASE stop trying to spy on me while I practice! You've climbed trees, hidden under bridges, painted yourself in ridiculous camouflage... The time you jumped out from that waterfall nearly gave me a waterfall in my pants!
  • Olivia: But I want to see you dance! Random people from the camp keep coming across you and raving about it! I'm your mother, and I haven't seen you dance even once! How is that fair?!
  • Inigo: I'm sorry, but having people see moves that I'm still working on is mortifying. You're as shy as I am. You HAVE to know how I feel. ...Don't you?
  • Olivia: Oh... W-well, if you're so shy, why do you spend each day hitting on every girl you find?!
  • Inigo: Heh, you of all people should know the answer to that one. After all, you're the reason I developed this flirting habit in the first place!
  • Olivia: What?! I most certainly am not!
  • Inigo: Yes you are! When I was little, I was even more shy than you are now. I came to you in tears asking how to be more comfortable around people. And you said the fastest way for a man to practice bravery was to talk to women!
  • Olivia: ...Oh, gods. What in the world was my future self thinking?
  • Inigo: I believe you said it was advice a good friend once gave you. Anyway, I gave it a try, and it worked! ...Surprisingly enough.
  • Olivia: And then it became a habit?
  • Inigo: Apparently so. But whatever you want to call it, I owe it all to you.
  • Olivia: I'm sorry...
  • Inigo: What? Why? Don't apologize. If I want to help people with my dancing, I need to become as alluring as possible. If I can't talk my way into a date or five, I know I've still got a long ways to go. Flirting is another part of my training. ...With its own benefits, naturally. So, really. I'm thankful.
  • Olivia: W-well, I suppose as long as it's helped you...
  • Inigo: It has, and it does! So you don't need to worry about me so much, okay? Now, come on. It's nearly time for supper.
  • Olivia: It's such a relief to hear he has good reasons for all that skirt chasing. Hee hee! Though I'd love to see a girl's face when he says his mother sent him... But wait—I still didn't get to see him dance today! I lugged this barrel in here and everything. ...Ugh, how embarrassing.

A SupportEdit

  • Inigo: ...Nice. Those were some damned fine moves, if I do say so myself.
  • Olivia: Yes, a brilliant performance!
  • Inigo: Gah?!
  • Olivia: Though your spins still lack the strength of your convictions. Stop holding back! Oh, and extend your focus through the very tips of your fingers. That will help through those tricky transition moves.
  • Inigo: All right, where were you hiding today, Mother?
  • Olivia: Nowhere! This time I really did just happen to pass by—I swear! Though I thank the gods for the chance to finally see you dance. The latter half was a bit of a departure, but I recognize the routine. It's my favorite. ...Er, did I teach you that in the future?
  • Inigo: ......
  • Olivia: Inigo?
  • Inigo: Yes. It was the last dance you taught me. That's why the second half is different. ...You died before we got that far.
  • Olivia: ...Oh.
  • Inigo: And here I've been working so hard to develop an amazing version to show you... Not much point. If you're going to spoil the surprise by peeking before it's done.
  • Olivia: I'm so sorry! I didn't know! Oh, I feel just awful...
  • Inigo: Don't. It's fine... To tell you the truth, I really wanted to hear your thoughts. I always used to practice beside your grave. I'd try to imagine what you'd say as you watched me. What I could fix... I'd picture how you'd tell me to speed up, or praise me when I got it right. I could hear it all in my head as I danced. But I just wanted to hear it aloud... Anyway, that's why I'm... I'm just glad. *sniff*
  • Olivia: Ah! No, don't cry! It's all right! The me in the future might have left, but I swear, this me is here to stay. We can dance together, or see the world, or anything! I'll do anything to make you happy, my darling boy.
  • Inigo: ...... ...Thanks, Mom.
  • Olivia: It's my pleasure.
  • Inigo: Sorry I've been so weird about letting you watch me dance... Er, but would you teach me the real second half of that routine sometime?
  • Olivia: Of course!

With Morgan (Female) (Daughter)Edit

C SupportEdit

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

B SupportEdit

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

A SupportEdit

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

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