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With Male AvatarEdit

C SupportEdit

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

B SupportEdit

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

A SupportEdit

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

With Female AvatarEdit

C SupportEdit

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

B SupportEdit

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

A SupportEdit

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

S SupportEdit

  • Ricken: Hey, Avatar. Thanks again for your help with that letter home. I kinda got you something by way of thanks, so...here.
  • Avatar: Aw, how sweet! A letter for me! Whoa, this is one heavy envelope...What'd you put in here?
  • Ricken: Open it and you'll see.
  • Avatar: Rrrrrr...Graaagh...Gods above, how much glue did you use here? Got it! ...Oh, look at that shiny stone. Ricken, it's beautiful.
  • Ricken: It's a precious stone found only on the slopes of the Ghoul's Teeth.
  • Avatar: Gods, Ricken! You went to that fearsome place all alone? Its crags are filled with bandits and wild beasts of every stripe! Were you hurt? Don't lie to me now!
  • Ricken: Would you PLEASE stop treating me like a child?!
  • Avatar: ...Oh...right. I'm sorry.
  • Ricken: I'm not a boy, Avatar. I'm a grown man. And I need you to believe me when I say that.
  • Avatar: But why, Ricken? Why is it so important what I think?
  • Ricken: Because...I'm in love with you. I don't want to be your kid or your little brother—I want to be your husband. So if I put this stone on a ring and offered it to you, would you accept?
  • Avatar: ...Oh, Ricken. I know you're not a child anymore... I know because I've watched you grow in to a remarkable young man. Just as I've watched you grow in my heart... So yes Ricken. Yes. Nothing would make me happier than to become your wife.
  • Ricken: R-really! Do you mean it?!
  • Avatar: But no more taking ridiculous risks! I'll not have my husband cracking his head open just to prove a point. You hear me, young man?
  • Ricken: Of course I...HEY!
  • Ricken: I wish I could throw my arms around you and never let go! ...Just...wait for me to get a little taller...Okay?

With LissaEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Ricken: Hrmm...
  • Lissa: Uh-oh. You sound barfy, Ricken. Want me to run and get my staff?
  • Ricken: I'm all right. I just don't feel like I've been fighting at 100 percent lately.
  • Lissa: Aw, don't worry. Everybody has an off day. You wanna practice for a little bit?
  • Ricken: Practice how?
  • Lissa: You know? Spar with me! Maybe it'll get you past your little block.
  • Ricken: Oh, uh... No, thanks. It won't help.
  • Lissa: Oh, what? WHAT?! Do you think I can't spar with you? Is that it? I may not be my brother, but I can kick serious butt when the mood—
  • Ricken: NO! I said it won't help!
  • Lissa: ...Whoa.
  • Ricken: They're trying to kill us out there, Lissa. Kill. Us. And the only thing we can do is kill them first. ...We have to take the lives of people. My hands are shaking just talking about it. It's just so...terrible.
  • Lissa: I'm sorry, Ricken. I didn't mean to make light of everything.
  • Ricken: No, I know. I shouldn't have yelled. Sorry, Lissa.
  • Lissa: I had no idea things were eating away at you like this...
  • Ricken: ......

B SupportEdit

  • Ricken: What are you doing, Lissa?
  • Lissa: Combat training.
  • Ricken: ...What?
  • Lissa: I fight too, you know!
  • Ricken: Is this because of what I said before? You really don't have to do this.
  • Lissa: Yes, Ricken. I do. I can't expect other people to protect me all the time. We're at war. Unexpected things happen. I need to be ready to do what is necessary.
  • Ricken: But, Lissa, that's my job. Protecting you, I mean. Being on the front lines means being in danger, and... I don't want to see you get hurt.
  • Lissa: You think I don't feel the same about you? About Chrom? About everyone?
  • Ricken: No, but—
  • Lissa: You don't get to bear this alone, Ricken! It's totally unfair.
  • Ricken: Lissa, I only... You're right. I'm sorry. We're all in this together, no matter what.

A SupportEdit

  • Lissa: Heya, Ricken. Are you reading again? You're gonna go blind at this fate!
  • Ricken: I've got a lot to learn if I hope to be of use to Chrom in the future.
  • Lissa: But you're useful now!
  • Ricken: I'm talking about the far future. I'm hoping to someday be his royal advisor. He's my hero, you know? I want to be close to him and be someone he can rely on.
  • Lissa: Hee hee! Yeah, you want to be close, all right! When you first joined up, you followed him around like a baby duckling! So what is it about my brother that draws you to him? And don't say his rugged good looks, or I'll slug you.
  • Ricken: When I was young, the other kids used to terrorize me. One time, it got pretty bad... But Chrom jumped in and stopped it. I wasn't used to people being nice to me, so I figured there had to be a catch. Like maybe he was just showing off because he knew he could take the other kids?
  • Lissa: MY brother? Showing off? Hah! No, he would have done the same thing no matter who was bullying you.
  • Ricken: I found that out for myself when he saved me a second time. The kids chased me into the woods, but then a pack of wolves showed up. There must have been 20 of them... Chrom showed up just in time and ran them all off!
  • Lissa: Whoa. Guess I can see why he's your hero.
  • Ricken: That's not even the best part. He'd fought another wolf pack just to reach us! After the other pack ran off, he could barely stand. That reminder he was human, too, made everything else all the more impressive. I remember wishing I were that brave. I still do, I guess...
  • Lissa: I think you're plenty brave, Ricken. And I'm sure you'll be someone's hero someday!
  • Ricken: Thanks, Lissa. But for now, the best way for me to get there is to hit the books!

S SupportEdit

  • Ricken: Are you all right, Lissa? Any injuries from that last battle?
  • Lissa: Nope! I'm fit as a fiddle. ...Sweet of you to ask, though.
  • Ricken: Sure...
  • Lissa: You know, I think you're just as much of a hero as my brother. You've saved my neck more times than I can count, and I can count pretty high.
  • Ricken: Of course! You're Chrom's little sister. I'll keep you safe no matter what.
  • Lissa: ...Oh. Right.
  • Ricken: Er, I mean... Oh that didn't come out right. Yes, you're his little sister. But you're also so much more... When you said you wouldn't let me bear the weight of fighting alone, I... It felt like a weight lifted off me. ...That's why I want to protect you.
  • Lissa: Aw, that's so sweet. I'm glad I could help.
  • Ricken: I've actually been thinking about this a lot and... See, I was wondering if... Well, here.
  • Lissa: A ring?
  • Ricken: It's a signet ring passed down within my family. I'd like you to maybe...wear it? 'Cause I was thinking then I could just keep protecting you! ...You know? Forever?
  • Lissa: Hee hee! Now you want to stay close to Chrom AND me!
  • Ricken: N-no! It's not like that! I mean, yeah, I like him, but I LOVE you!
  • Lissa: Ricken, I was teasing!
  • Ricken: ...So is that a yes?
  • Lissa: Yes!

With SullyEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Ricken: Well, I think that should do it. Wait, is this even the right page? Er, Sully? You should probably stand back. This might explode.
  • Sully: Whoa, check out all the vials! What are you cooking up?
  • Ricken: Medicine.
  • Sully: You must have one hell of a cold.
  • Ricken: Not that kind of medicine. This is a potion to hasten the rate of an organism's growth.
  • Sully: There's a medicine for that? Huh. So, uh, what are you using it on?
  • Ricken: Me.
  • Sully: Is that safe?
  • Ricken: ...Er, completely?
  • Sully: Are you asking me, or telling me? Look, why do you even need something like that anyway?
  • Ricken: I'm tired of being dead weight. I need to grow up in a hurry!
  • Sully: Ha! Growing up isn't about size, and it sure as hell ain't about age. Not to mention how awkward things would get if you were suddenly 40...
  • Ricken: I guess, but...
  • Sully: Look, you think I got strong with potions and weird magic? It took time and effort. You'll grow just fine without dabbling in the exotic arts.
  • Ricken: Thanks, Sully. I guess I'll pour this out.
  • Sully: Just keep it away from me.
  • Ricken: It's meant to be used on plants, anyway. Heh. What if I'd grown leaves?
  • Sully: Pour the damn thing out already!

B SupportEdit

  • Ricken: Ooh, Sully! I just read about a crazy new potion!
  • Sully: I thought I told you to quit messing around with that stuff! ...Yeah, okay. I'll bite. What's it do?
  • Ricken: It turns a woman into a man!
  • Sully: And you came running to me with this why?
  • Ricken: Well, I figured you'd be first in line.
  • Sully: If anyone else had said that to me, I'd make them eat their own guts. Look, Ricken. I'm fine as I am. I'm not looking to switch sides.
  • Ricken: But I heard you say before you hated not being taken seriously because you're a girl.
  • Sully: Right, but the problem isn't me. It's that other folks are small minded. It's a stupid way to think, and I aim to prove it. I'll out fight every man on the field, but there's no point if I don't do it as me. Understand, Ricken?
  • Ricken: Wow, Sully. I wish I could think like you. I'd rather be anything besides myself. Anyway... Sorry. I didn't mean any offense.
  • Sully: No worries. I know you meant well, even if you came across like a dolt.
  • Ricken: Ha ha ha! Yeah, I know.

A SupportEdit

  • Sully: What sort of recipe are you looking up this time, Ricken? Chrom isn't going to turn into a slug or something, is he?
  • Ricken: Ha ha! No, this is just my journal. I'm through making weird potions, so You can stop worrying.
  • Sully: Har! So you mean I won't get to see you sprout leaves?
  • Ricken: Okay, enough! I get it! Potions are a tool, not an answer.
  • Sully: Hey, that's pretty good. You're starting to sound all grown up. ...Wait, have you gotten taller?
  • Ricken: Er, I dunno. I don't really see myself, you know?
  • Sully: Come here... Yup. You've definitely grown an inch or so. At this rate, you'll be taller than me soon.
  • Ricken: YESSS! ...Er, I mean, height isn't as important as keeping people safe in the field.
  • Sully: Har! Nice save!

S SupportEdit

  • Sully: Thanks for the support out there, Ricken. That could have gotten ugly.
  • Ricken: Glad to help!
  • Sully: You've become a real powerhouse. You're every bit a full-fledged Shepherd. I feel like I could take on anything with you at my back.
  • Ricken: ...I'd rather be at your side than at your back.
  • Sully: My...side?
  • Ricken: I mean, as an equal! I mean, not while we're fighting. I mean... Here.
  • Sully: This is a ring, Ricken.
  • Ricken: You said I was a full-fledged Shepherd? Well, I'm also a full-fledged man. I love you, Sully. Marry me!
  • Sully: That is really damn direct, you know that? But I suppose that's one thing I appreciate about you.
  • Ricken: R-really?
  • Sully: I like you, Ricken, but more importantly, I trust you. And that's exactly what I need from the man by my side.
  • Ricken: You mean it? ...YESSS!

With MirielEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Ricken: Hyaaa! Wind! Nrrraaagh! Elwind! Hnnnnnngh! Fire! Whew... That's good for now.
  • Miriel: ......
  • Ricken: You're awfully quiet over there, Miriel. Come to think of it, I don't think I've ever seen you practicing spells. So, I guess you just read and think? A lot?
  • Miriel: Vigorous thought suits me. There is less grunting.
  • Ricken: But don't you want to actually try out the stuff you're learning?
  • Miriel: The testing of hypotheses through experimentation is of paramount import. ......
  • Ricken: Um, Miriel? What did you just grab? Why are you staring at a glass of water?
  • Miriel: I've immersed two distinct metals in this solution. Now to apply a charge... THUNDER!
  • Ricken: Gah!
  • Miriel: Success! How pleasant.
  • Ricken: Whoa! They both look like the same metal now. How'd you do that?
  • Miriel: It's merely a thin coating of particles freed from the sample by the spell's energy.
  • Ricken: I have absolutely no idea what that means, but it's still amazing! So does that have some kind of combat use or something?
  • Miriel: None whatsoever.
  • Ricken: Oh! That's...kind of weird.

B SupportEdit

  • Miriel: Administer the spell to the charcoal, if you please.
  • Ricken: Got it. ...Hyaaa!
  • Miriel: ......
  • Ricken: Whoa.
  • Miriel: ...And success! How nice.
  • Ricken: Wait, hold on! Why did it glow like that? And why was it that color?
  • Miriel: This is another byproduct of the spell's magical energy.
  • Ricken: Sooo, I don't suppose this has any combat applications either?
  • Miriel: Absolutely none.
  • Ricken: And since the thunderbolt already glows, why bother with the coal at all?
  • Miriel: Practical use is not my concern. I conduct experiments to uncover natural truths.
  • Ricken: Gee, I never really stopped to think about anything like that. So, what's the next experiment? Anything I can help with?
  • Miriel: I welcome your assistance, but as I said, it is likely to be of dubious use at best.
  • Ricken: Aw, that doesn't matter. Let me help! This is real cutting-edge stuff. I mean, maybe you'll find some amazing use for it after all. Plus we're tossing lightning bolts around, and that's fun!
  • Miriel: Heh. It is good to see one so young enjoying science. Let us proceed.
  • Ricken: Yes, ma'am!

A SupportEdit

  • Miriel: And...begin.
  • Ricken: Nrrraaagh!
  • Miriel: ...Curious. As hypothesized, the same tome yields different results based on the user.
  • Ricken: Well, yeah. That's because you're a stronger mage than me.
  • Miriel: But what is magical prowess, specifically? What factors determine its development?
  • Ricken: Well, it's... I mean, it's like that one thing where mages... Hmph. You know? I've never even stopped to think it through.
  • Miriel: A complex, multicausational phenomenon to be sure, but a fascinating line of inquiry.
  • Ricken: You're always asking questions other people haven't even thought of. Where do you come up with this stuff?
  • Miriel: My research is based predominately on the writings of my mother. To her final day, she documented every phenomenon and natural law she observed. Some called them the ravings of a madwoman, but I saw crystalline insight.
  • Ricken: And now you want to prove her right! We're not that different, you know? I'm fighting for my family's name, too. We used to be one of Ylisse's high noble houses, but times have been hard lately. It's up to me to come home a war hero and rebuild our reputation! So if there's anything I can do to help, just say the word.
  • Miriel: Likewise.

S SupportEdit

  • Miriel: I believe we've made satisfactory progress. Let us conclude here for the day.
  • Ricken: Sure! So are things quicker with an assistant, or am I mostly in the way?
  • Miriel: You've improved efficiency considerably and enabled an entirely new methodology. Your help is appreciated.
  • Ricken: Hee hee! That's great. But actually, I'd like to help in all your experiments from now on, if that's okay.
  • Miriel: In perpetuity? That would be a great help indeed.
  • Ricken: Well then... Um... Here.
  • Miriel: A ring? How curious. Are you proposing we melt it down to ascertain its composition?
  • Ricken: I'm proposing you marry me! Then we could work side by side forever. And that's important because...I think I've fallen in love with you.
  • Miriel: Most fascinating. Your words acted as an aural cue causing a suffusion of warmth to permeate my chest. This demands further exploration. I shall need your help for another experiment.
  • Ricken: I'd love to!
  • Miriel: I hypothesize this will be a highly educational partnership.

With MaribelleEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Maribelle: The tea is ready, Ricken.
  • Ricken: ...Mmm, that's good. Thanks, Maribelle.
  • Maribelle: It's the least I can do for you after you saved me from those Plegian scoundrels, dear boy. A cup of tea will scarce repay the debt I owe you!
  • Ricken: Aw, you don't owe me.
  • Maribelle: Ha! Without you, tea would be leaking from sword holes on every side of me! This debt must be paid, especially as we're members of Ylisse's old high houses. We may not be as close as in ages past, but we're peers nonetheless. If I can ever be of help, you need but ask.
  • Ricken: Th-that's...
  • Maribelle: Whatever is the matter, dear?
  • Ricken: I'm just surprised to hear you say so, is all.
  • Maribelle: Come now! You saved my life! Surely you don't think me the sort to forget a debt!
  • Ricken: No, not that! The part about our houses. My house isn't like it used to be. ...Actually, we're dead broke.
  • Maribelle: Ah, yes. That. Well, the recent financial struggles of your house are hardly—
  • Ricken: I was just surprised to hear you call us peers. That's all. Plus look at me! I'm hardly an aristocrat.
  • Maribelle: An what else could you be, mmm? A noble's honor isn't measured by size of purse, but quality of character. And anyone who would risk his life for another has a noble spirit indeed! Your family is every bit an equal to mine, and hang those who say differently!
  • Ricken: Heh... Thanks, Maribelle.

B SupportEdit

  • Maribelle: Oh, Ricken, dear? Let me see your leg.
  • Ricken: Wh-what ? Why would you want to—
  • Maribelle: Ricken!
  • Ricken: Urk! Y-yes, ma'am.
  • Maribelle: Heavens, look at this wound! Small wonder you're gimping around like the village drunk! Why didn't you say something about this?
  • Ricken: What, this? Ha ha! Oh, this is nothing! Just a...flesh wound.
  • Maribelle: And what if this "flesh wound" were to get infected? Mmm? What then? You must stop taking unnecessary risks! ...Such as fighting at all.
  • Ricken: What?! What's THAT suppose to mean?
  • Maribelle: Putting someone so young in the line of fire is the worst kind of cowardice. Yes, you saved me, but you could have died a hundred times along the way! Well, never again! I shall demand Chrom find a way to spare you further combat. I should have done this sooner, dear boy, Oh, I hope you can forgive my—
  • Ricken: Don't you dare! ...And don't call me a boy! I can handle myself in a fight, Maribelle. You should know that better than anyone.
  • Maribelle: Now see here! No one doubts your abilities, least of all me. But I would be devastated beyond comfort if anything happened to you.
  • Ricken: I have this power for better or worse, and I know how to fight. Don't ask me to sit by while my friends, my family, and my country are in danger.
  • Maribelle: I suppose if you're truly certain, it is not my place to stop you. I only ask that you don't stop me from striving to keep you safe. TELL me when you're hurt, Ricken! Let me use my gifts for you as well. You'll keep no one safe by playing the stoic.
  • Ricken: All right.

A SupportEdit

  • Maribelle: This war grows more intense with each passing battle.
  • Ricken: I'm exhausted as well, but if we give up now, all of Ylisse will suffer. We have to stay strong for them.
  • Maribelle: Ricken, I own you an apology for my words the other day. You understand the situation as well as any of us, and I was wrong to imply otherwise.
  • Ricken: You weren't wrong. ...Not totally, anyway. I AM young, and I DID hide an injury. I'm trying to be more careful. I really am.
  • Maribelle: Good. You tell me the moment you get even a scratch, are we clear?
  • Ricken: You may not believe this, but I have no desire to suffer a terrible injury.
  • Maribelle: Yes, well. So long as that's understood. By the by, I procured a delicious blend of tea in town the other day. If we both manage to survive the coming battle, I promise to share it with you.
  • Ricken: Ha! That sound delicious! Just make sure you're careful too, all right? I'm not the only person on the battlefield that people care about.
  • Maribelle: You've become quite the noble young man, Ricken.

S SupportEdit

  • Maribelle: Ricken...
  • Ricken: Oh, is it teatime already?
  • Maribelle: Er, not quite. I've actually come to you with something of a proposal. You see, I would like to help with the restoration of your family's fortune.
  • Ricken: That's really kind, but not necessary. It's not like we eat crumbs off the floor. And while your coin might repair the house, our name would still be sullied. We have to do this ourselves.
  • Maribelle: Well, yes, naturally. But...
  • Ricken: Although, I've been thinking. I know this may sound odd, but... I have a proposal of my own.
  • Maribelle: Oh?
  • Ricken: I want you to have this.
  • Maribelle: ...This is a signet ring. And it bears your house crest! Ricken, I cannot accept this. Such a token is best reserved for your future wife.
  • Ricken: Yes, I know.
  • Maribelle: Oh, moldy caviar! How could I be so daft? It seems you and I are proposing the same thing.
  • Ricken: Wait, you WANT to get married? I thought you'd say I was far too—
  • Maribelle: Of course! As you say, a family's name can only be restored from within.
  • Ricken: I don't given a whit for my name, Maribelle! I'll only marry you if...if you love me.
  • Maribelle: I believe that I do, yes. It seemed a bit... Well, unusual, I suppose, so I thought if I covered it somehow...
  • Ricken: You made up the thing about my family name because you were embarrassed?
  • Maribelle: Perish the thought, Ricken! I'm deeply concerned for your family's honor. Besides, do you think me the sort who would marry a man she didn't love?
  • Ricken: Oh, Maribelle! I've been in love with you since the moment we met! I'll make you happy! I swear it!
  • Maribelle: R-really? From the moment we met?
  • Ricken: I nearly went made when I heard you'd been taken captive! Chrom tried to stop me from going, but I wouldn't hear of it!
  • Maribelle: I don't know what to say... You have become a man with strength equal to the passion of his convictions. And now I'll have the pleasure of sharing tea with that man for the rest of my life.
  • Ricken: Then prepare the kettle, my love!

With PanneEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Ricken: Hey, Panne. Panne? ...Hey! Panne!
  • Panne: Stop shouting, you cretinous whelp. My ears are highly sensitive.
  • Ricken: Oh, gosh. Sorry! I thought you couldn't hear me.
  • Panne: I was trying to ignore you.
  • Ricken: Why? Didn't you realize it was me? I bet you thought I was someone else and—
  • Panne: I have no interest in associating with you.
  • Ricken: Hey, why not? Because I have, like, a hundred questions for you! Like can you see in the dark? And how sharp are your claws? Oh, and what—
  • Panne: Keep pestering me, and you'll learn firsthand how sharp my claws are.
  • Ricken: Look can we be friends? If we were friends, you'd have to talk to me, right? Yeah, you would! So I'm just gonna stick to you like glue!
  • Panne: ...This bizarre child appears to be utterly without fear. Very well. You may tag along with me. ...If you dare!
  • Ricken: No fair! You're not supposed to transform!

B SupportEdit

  • Ricken: Hey, Panne!
  • Panne: Curses. The whelp
  • Ricken: Phew, that's a relief. I looked for ages, but I couldn't find you anywhere.
  • Panne: I was hiding. From you.
  • Ricken: Sheesh. Why are you so mean to me? What did I ever do to you?
  • Panne: Nothing yet. But you will. In time, you'll learn hate and scorn just like all the others of your kind.
  • Ricken: No I won't. I'll always be your friend.
  • Panne: You say that now, but humans change.
  • Ricken: Listen. I used to be bullied, too. I know what it feels like. In my hometown, the local noblefolk always picked on my family. We were nobles, too, but we'd fallen on hard times. The other families really hated us for that.
  • Panne: .....
  • Ricken: Panne, I know you and the taguel had it way worse then I ever did. But my father said we had to keep our pride or else the bullies would win. And if there's one thing I hate, it's bullies!
  • Panne: Your family problems have nothing to do with me.
  • Ricken: Er, yeah. I suppose not.
  • Panne: And frankly, I'm tired of you following me around like a lovesick puppy. But if that's what you really want to do, then fine. I give you permission.
  • Ricken: R-really?
  • Panne: Don't think this makes us friends. Follow me at a distance. ...And quietly.
  • Ricken: Brilliant! Thanks, Panne! Okay, I've got a few questions...
  • Panne: *Sigh* This whelp only hears what he wants to hear...

A SupportEdit

  • Ricken: Say, Panne. I heard taguel can turn into all kinds of animals. So what else can you become besides a big bunny?
  • Panne: .....
  • Ricken: Hey, Panne? Did you hear me? I asked what other animal—
  • Panne: You just won't take a stony silence for an answer, will you? I've met other taguel who become lions, and others who turned into wolves.
  • Ricken: No way! That's great! I bet they were really strong!
  • Panne: A long time ago, my mother used to tell me the tale of a certain tribal leader... This was back when taguel ruled the world and lived in an earthly paradise. Before everything changed and our way of life was wiped out forever.
  • Ricken: *Sniff, sniff* Waaaaaah!
  • Panne: Why are you crying?
  • Ricken: I'm sorry. It's just... I feel so bad for you... You and the taguel lost so much! You'd have been so much better off if it wasn't for us humans.
  • Panne: I... I have never seen a man-spawn cry for our sake... Tsk. Here, here. Wipe away the tears and cheer up.
  • Ricken: *Sniff*

S SupportEdit

  • Panne: Ricken.
  • Ricken: Oh, wow! You actually said my name! Thanks, Panne! This is such an honor!
  • Panne: Are you being sarcastic? I can't tell. And are you sure I've never said your name?
  • Ricken: Yep, this is the first time! So what can I do for you?
  • Panne: I was thinking about the other day, when you cried over my story. I am very worried.
  • Ricken: Worried? About what?
  • Panne: You are a young man in possession of a naive innocence that will one day vanish. And when that happens, I fear that one of us is going to get hurt. I think we need to stop spending so much time together.
  • Ricken: No don't say that! Not when I just bought you this...
  • Panne: Is that a ring?
  • Ricken: I really like you, Panne. I want us to be each other's friend, forever and ever.
  • Panne: The crest on the ring—does it symbolize the pact?
  • Ricken: It's my family crest. My father said I'm supposed to... Well, I'm supposed to give the ring to the person I want to marry.
  • Panne: Marriage? I have heard of this human custom. Are you sure about this? I am a taguel, after all.
  • Ricken: Of course I'm sure!
  • Panne: All right, Ricken, you've convinced me. We shall be friends for life.
  • Ricken: Yes! This is the best day ever! You won't regret this, Panne!

With CordeliaEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Cordelia: Ricken, how are you feeling? Are your little legs tired from all the marching?
  • Ricken: Hey, I'm not a child, you know.
  • Cordelia: Apologies. I didn't mean to imply that you were a child. I'm just worried you might be overdoing it. There's no shame in admitting you need the rest—we all get tired sometimes.
  • Ricken: Not you! You're always so full of beans! I've never heard you complain once. I don't know how you keep going all the time without stopping...
  • Cordelia: It would take a lot more marching than this to wear me out, I assure you.
  • Ricken: Ha! I know. I could march all day!
  • Cordelia: Then why are your legs still quivering like pudding?
  • Ricken: M-my legs are NOT quivering like pudding!
  • Cordelia: Ricken, you can barely stand. If the enemy were to fall upon us now, you'd be dead. Listen, when we set off again, I want you to ride in one of the convoy wagons. You might even have time for a quick nap. You could use one.
  • Ricken: Hey, I don't need a nap! I'm not a—
  • Cordelia: Once you're feeling better, I need your help with some camp chores. But you're no good to me right now. So sleep. And that's an order!
  • Ricken: Fiiiiiine. Sheesh.
  • (Ricken leaves)
  • Cordelia: Goodness. THAT was difficult...

B SupportEdit

  • Ricken: Er, Cordelia? Thanks for before. I have to admit, I was pretty beat up from all that marching.
  • Cordelia: Are you feeling better now?
  • Ricken: Much better! I don't know why I was being so stubborn. That was dumb. You know, you sure do spend a lot of time worrying about everyone else, Cordelia.
  • Cordelia: I like to think that's my most important role here. Once in the past, I tried to do too much, and got myself into trouble as a result. At that time, it was Chrom who stepped in and rescued me from myself. If it hadn't been for him, I don't know what would have happened...
  • Ricken: So you used to be young and foolish, too? Hard to imagine!
  • Cordelia: We all were. But now that I'm older and wiser, it's my turn to help others.
  • Ricken: Yeah! And now that I'M older and wiser, I'm gonna help people out as well. First thing I'll do is go around camp and remind everyone not to be pigheaded!
  • Cordelia: Everyone? Including me?
  • Ricken: Okay, okay. Maybe not EVERYBODY...

A SupportEdit

  • Cordelia: Ricken, you've been busy lately, haven't you?
  • Ricken: Yep! I've been working my fingers to the bone.
  • Cordelia: You really have grown into a reliable young man! Color me impressed.
  • Ricken: Heh. That's the first time you've ever called me a man.
  • Cordelia: Do you mind?
  • Ricken: Only if it's just idle compliments. ...Which that probably was.
  • Cordelia: A man grown, and a clever one to boot! Clearly, I must work on my flattery.
  • Ricken: I knew it!
  • Cordelia: Don't be upset, Ricken. You've come a long way in a short time. You're far ahead of most people twice your age.
  • Ricken: I just wish people would treat me like the man I am, you know? I mean, I know I'm younger than most folks here, and smaller, but still...
  • Cordelia: Respect is earned in time, Ricken. Try to force it, and you'll end up passed out from exhaustion on a baggage wagon.
  • Ricken: Yeah, I know...
  • Cordelia: Still, if you're determined to improve yourself, that's half the battle.
  • Ricken: It is? Great!
  • Cordelia: Keep working at it, and someday you'll be more powerful than me!
  • Ricken: Hey! I told you to stop with the idle flattery!

S SupportEdit

  • Ricken: Hey, Cordelia? Can we talk?
  • Cordelia: Of course, Ricken. What's on your mind?
  • Ricken: I was wondering what kind of person I am to you. I mean, how do you see me? Do you still think I'm some ignorant kid who can't be trusted to wash his own ears?
  • Cordelia: Why do you ask?
  • Ricken: Well, er... I was kind of hoping you'd accept this gift.
  • Cordelia: ...A ring?
  • Ricken: It has my family's crest on it, right here. It's our most treasured heirloom.
  • Cordelia: And you want to give it to me?
  • Ricken: Listen, I know that you're smitten with Chrom. Heck, everyone does! But I like you far more than he ever will. Or could, for that matter! So I was thinking that perhaps we could get...you know, married?
  • Cordelia: Wow, I...I wasn't expecting anything like this. I don't know what to say. Honestly, I've always thought of you as something of a kid brother.
  • Ricken: Well, I'm not your brother, Cordelia. I'm nearly a grown mam. And now I'm asking you to look at me as the man who's fallen in love with you.
  • Cordelia: You still seem young to me, Ricken. But when I look to the future...
  • Ricken: Yes?
  • Cordelia: I see you becoming something amazing. My equal, my partner, and my champion.
  • Ricken: Does this mean...?
  • Cordelia: Yes. I accept your ring.
  • Ricken: Yippee! We're going to get married! I can't wait for the ceremony!
  • Cordelia: But wait we must. There'll be no ceremony until you come of age.
  • Ricken: Oh, all right. But meanwhile, I'll do all I can to be the man you dreamed of. Plus, you'll be around to make sure I become strong, right?
  • Cordelia: Of course. Although I'm starting to wonder if I have anything left to teach you. You've already made me proud, Ricken. I'm looking forward to our future!

With GregorEdit

C SupportEdit

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

B SupportEdit

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

A SupportEdit

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

With NowiEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Chrom: Fortunately no one got hurt, but you MUST be more careful in the future.
  • Ricken: I'm so sorry! It won't happen again—I promise! I just didn't think the flames would spread so fast.
  • Chrom: Now is not the time to discuss it. Come by my tent first thing in the morning and you can explain yourself then.
  • Ricken: Y-yes, sir.
  • (Chrom leaves)
  • Ricken: *Sigh*
  • Nowi: I'm sorry, Ricken. I didn't mean to fall asleep, honest. But I couldn't keep my eyes open.
  • Ricken: Geez, Nowi! You have to promise to stop taking that dragonstone to bed! I don't want to wake up to the smell of burning tents again.
  • Nowi: B-but, I can't get to sleep if I'm not holding on to it...
  • Ricken: Look, what if I read you a book instead? Would that help you sleep?
  • Nowi: Oh, sure! That ought to work!
  • Ricken: Fine. ...Now lets keep this dragonstone accident our little secret, okay?
  • Nowi: Okay! Thanks, Ricken!

B SupportEdit

  • Nowi: Ricken, are you still angry?
  • Ricken: No. I guess not.
  • Nowi: Oh, that's good. Because I've never seen you so angry! ...It was kind of scary.
  • Ricken: Yeah. I'm sorry I shouted like that. I just sort of...snapped.
  • Nowi: What did those townspeople do to set you off like that?
  • Ricken: They were saying bad things about Chrom. It really made my blood boil! Don't they realize how much he's sacrificed and risked so they can live in peace?
  • Nowi: It's not very fair, is it?
  • Ricken: No. But I was wrong to be so angry. There are ungrateful fools everywhere. I can't afford to lose my temper whenever someone says something dumb.
  • Nowi: I don't blame you one bit! Especially when I think how much you admire Chrom. If someone said bad things about a person I liked, I'd probably just eat 'em.
  • Ricken: You think so?
  • Nowi: Definitely! You're the kind of person who wants to protect people. ...Just like me.
  • Ricken: I do my best!
  • Nowi: Well, anyway. It looks like we have another secret, don't we?
  • Ricken: Er, right. If you can avoid telling anyone about this, I'd be really grateful.
  • Nowi: Hee hee! No problem. After all, you're holding on to a secret for me, too!
  • Ricken: Geez! Let's hope we don't need to keep any more!

A SupportEdit

  • Ricken: That wedding was so fun! I'm glad we got to go.
  • Nowi: Yep. It seemed like the whole village was celebrating!
  • Ricken: Even though they didn't really know who we were, they gave us so much food. It was like a harvest festival.
  • Nowi: A harvest festival? I haven't been to one of those in ages! Oh, I love festivals! People are laughing, and dancing, and eating tasty food!
  • Ricken: You like it when you're surrounded by lots of people, don't you?
  • Nowi: When I was young, which is a REALLY long time ago, I had no one to talk to. Sometimes, it got so lonely I thought I was the only person in the world. That's why whenever I see a party going on, I just HAVE to join in.
  • Ricken: You don't get lonely now, though, do you?
  • Nowi: Oh, no! Now I have lots of friends, and there's always someone to talk to! Like you! And Avatar! And all the other nice people in the army! But...
  • Ricken: But what?
  • Nowi: But someday, everyone is going to leave and go their separate ways, aren't they? And when that happens, I'll be alone again, just like before.
  • Ricken: No way! I'm not going to let that happen! In fact, when the war finishes, why don't we go on a tour of all the festivals we can find?
  • Nowi: Like, all around the whole world?
  • Ricken: Yeah! We'll invite the others and travel to every last corner of the map! Every single day would be a new festival with music and candied apples for all!
  • Nowi: Oh my gosh! We could try to see every festival in the world! Promise me, Ricken! Promise you'll take me on this tour!
  • Ricken: It's a promise!

S SupportEdit

  • Nowi: Hey, Ricken. Let's play a game!
  • Ricken: Sure! How about a guessing game? For example, see if you can tell what I have for you in this bag.
  • Nowi: I love guessing games!
  • Ricken: Here, then. You can put your hand inside, but your not allowed to peek!
  • Nowi: Hmm... It's hard...and round...and small... Is it a dragonstone?
  • Ricken: Nope. Besides, you have one of those. Can you tell anything else about it?
  • Nowi: Wait, yes! It's got a hole in the middle... Oh! It's a donut! I love donuts! No, wait. It's not a donut. It's metal... Um, is it a ring?
  • Ricken: That's right! Here, you can look now.
  • Nowi: Hey, I know what this is! It's just like the one the lady was wearing at the wedding!
  • Ricken: This is my most treasured heirloom. See this here? It's my family crest. And the reason I brought it today is because I wanted to...give it to you.
  • Nowi: A-are you asking me to marry you?
  • Ricken: Yes! I really like you, Nowi, and I want you to be my wife.
  • Nowi: B-but, you're going to get older and I'll hardly change! And then—
  • Ricken: It doesn't matter how we look! It's what's in our hearts that counts. Do you think you could still love me when I'm a wizened old man?
  • Nowi: Of course I could! I promise I will! I'll never stop loving you, ever!
  • Ricken: Good! Because I certainly won't stop loving you!
  • Nowi: Yaaaay! I'm never going to be lonely again!

With TharjaEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Ricken: Say, Tharja? You can...you know...do magic and stuff, right?
  • Tharja: Yes. I can do magic and...stuff.
  • Ricken: Cool! So, um, can you maybe teach me how to cast a curse?
  • Tharja: Did someone steal your lunch money?
  • Ricken: Oh, jeepers, no! I just like learning new skills is all.
  • Tharja: Curses and hexes are no simple matter. ...But perhaps you possess the talent.
  • Ricken: Oh, I do! I'm sure I do! So you'll teach me then?
  • Tharja: No.
  • Ricken: What? Oh, come on!
  • Tharja: Casting hexes is not a hobby to be picked up on a whim.
  • Ricken: I know! This is serious business! Super-deadly serious business! I'm trying to get as strong as possible so I can be a key part of Chrom's army. I'm studying fencing, wyvern riding, and even butter sculpting! ...You know. Just in case.
  • Tharja: Hexes and curses are a different animal. A wild, untamable beast. Now forget we had this conversation, and go practice your butter sculpture.
  • Ricken: Well, phooey. I was hoping she'd just say yes. But no worries! She's going to learn that Ricken never, ever gives up!

B SupportEdit

  • Tharja: ...Are you still following me? Shoo.
  • Ricken: I'll stick to you like an ant on honey until you teach me how to cast curses.
  • Tharja: Maybe the first lesson will be me casting one on you.
  • Ricken: Seriously? That'd be great! Just let me gird my loins here... Okay! Ready when you are.
  • Tharja: ...Gods, but you are persistent. *sigh* Fine.
  • Ricken: Really? You'll teach me?
  • Tharja: ...No. But I'll tell you why I CAN'T teach you. My own powers are not fully developed, so I'm in no position to instruct anyone.
  • Ricken: Oh. ...Wait, really?
  • Tharja: Just because I'm a powerful dark mage doesn't mean my training in complete. I have many hexes yet to learn, and even the ones I know don't always work.
  • Ricken: When it comes to cursing, you're awfully conscientious.
  • Tharja: The hexing arts are a capricious master, and I do not like mistakes.
  • Ricken: But if you're afraid of slipping up, how can you learn new things? Everyone knows the best way to learn is to just do it and see what happens.
  • Tharja: That seems like a rather dangerous attitude for a mage. Although... Hmm... That actually might be fun... All right. I'm going to start experimenting with new and unknown magic. I'll go out to the woods alone and cast every curse and hex I've ever heard of! ...Hee.
  • Ricken: Hey, wait! This was all my idea. You have to let me come!
  • Tharja: ...I'll think about it.

A SupportEdit

  • Tharja: Do you have the materials I asked you to prepare?
  • Ricken: Yep, all here! I'm ready to get cursing!
  • Tharja: Then you can begin. But make sure to follow my orders exactly.
  • Ricken: I will. ...Oh wait.
  • Tharja: Yes?
  • Ricken: You haven't told me who I'm supposed to cast it on yet.
  • Tharja: You can try it on me.
  • Ricken: ...Er, are you sure?
  • Tharja: It's the quickest and easiest way to determine if you did it correctly. And I'm not sure these other chumps would appreciate being test subjects.
  • Ricken: No, I guess not. Okay, here goes... Hyaaa! ...So how do you feel? Did it work?
  • Tharja: Huh, it would appear that I'm cursed, That's very good for a first attempt.
  • Ricken: Hurray!
  • Tharja: ...Hurray! Oh! I see you chose a happiness-contagion hex. How sweet of you.
  • Ricken: I was actually kind of surprised someone invented nice curses. I thought they were all scary and cruel and just turned people into weasels.
  • Tharja: Don't be fooled by the name. Curses are a kind of magic that gives life to dreams. Whether it is a dream of joy or horror depends very much on the victim.
  • Ricken: People are all wrong about you, Tharja. You're actually really nice! I mean, even though you seem creepy, you let me practice on you. Maybe you should show more of that side instead of the doom and gloom. I mean, your smile is pretty, you know? You should show it more.
  • Tharja: I like the way I am.
  • Ricken: Well, okay, I guess. Seems like a waste, though...
  • Tharja: Life would be dull if everyone was happy and polite. Also, don't tell anyone about this. I have an image to maintain.
  • Ricken: Okay, Tharja! It'll be our secret. So does this mean you're going to teach me more curses?
  • Tharja: Maybe some simple ones.
  • Ricken: Aw, can't I learn them all?
  • Tharja: Let's start small.

S SupportEdit

  • Tharja: You really are good at this. I see you've already mastered the basic hexes.
  • Ricken: Thanks to you!
  • Tharja: Keep your thanks. Our lessons have helped me learn more about my art. Working with you have helped focus my thinking.
  • Ricken: Sooo, the more you teach me, the better you're going to be?
  • Tharja: I suppose. But you really don't need me to continue your studies. You've got plenty of talent without me mucking around in there. As long as you're curious and dedicated, you'll be fine.
  • Ricken: But I only learned so fast because you're such a good teacher! I want you to show me more creepy spells and teach me how to sneer and stuff!
  • Tharja: ...Teach you how to sneer?
  • Ricken: A-actually, I think we can learn a lot from each other, you know? So, um, I kind of got you...this.
  • Tharja: That looks expensive.
  • Ricken: It's a family heirloom. I was told to give this ring to the woman I marry. I'm going to be of age soon, and when that happens, I want you to be my wife!
  • Tharja: ...We do make a pretty good team, don't we? If I can just convince you to be a little more evil... ...Heh.
  • Ricken: So that's a yes, right? ...Um, is that a yes?

With OliviaEdit

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 ChercheEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Ricken: Hey, Cherche! Can I ask you for a big, humongous favour?
  • Cherche: Well, you can ask, but I can't make any promises.
  • Ricken: Can I pet your wyvern?
  • Cherche: What?
  • Ricken: Aw, nuts. I can't, right? I knew it...
  • Cherche: Hold now. I was just surprised, is all. You can pet her as much as you like. Minerva IS very cute. I'm surprised more people don't ask to play with her.
  • Ricken: Cute? More like utterly terrifying!
  • Cherche: Terrifying? MY Minerva?
  • Ricken: Er, uh, right! Cute it is, then! ...Also totally scary.
  • Cherche: Well, I suppose she is a little bit scary. But you still want to pet her anyway?
  • Ricken: Yep! I love animals. I'm like a monster whisperer or something. I've never touched a wyvern before, but I bet we'll be best friends anyway. In fact, I think I have the makings of a first-class wyvern rider!
  • Cherche: Oh, do you now?
  • Ricken: Yep! For a monster whisperer like me, riding a wyvern should be easy as pie!
  • Cherche: Ah, the arrogance of youth...

B SupportEdit

  • Ricken: Thanks for letting me play with Minerva again today.
  • Cherche: Yes, she seems to be growing used to your visits.
  • Ricken: Yeah. I think I'm ready to get my own wyvern and become a wyvern rider! I mean, Minerva loves me, so I'm sure other wyverns would go crazy for me too!
  • Cherche: I'm going to be blunt because I want to save you future disappointment. If I wasn't around to calm Minerva, she likely would have eaten you by now.
  • Ricken: Soooo, what you're saying is, we're NOT forming a bond and becoming best pals?
  • Cherche: No, I'm afraid not. Why are you so fixated on becoming a wyvern rider anyway?
  • Ricken: I dunno. I guess because I feel kind of useless in battle. I mean, I can use magic and stuff, but that's all I'm really good at. So I thought maybe riding a wyvern would make me...more helpful.
  • Cherche: I understand you want to be an important part of the army. But the way to do that is to specialize in one particular area. Do you dislike your magic studies and training?
  • Ricken: No, I love it!
  • Cherche: Well, there's your answer. You should strive to be the greatest mage you can be! If you love what you do, you're already halfway to mastering it.
  • Ricken: Yeah, I guess you're probably right. Thanks for the advice, Cherche!

A SupportEdit

  • Ricken: Hey, Cherche. Do you mind if I try touching Minerva again?
  • Cherche: Of course not. In fact, I probably don't even need to be there this time. She's taken quite a shine to you.
  • Ricken: Really? That's great! Maybe I won't ever be a wyvern rider, but at least I'll have a wyvern friend!
  • Cherche: And while we're on the topic, I'm sorry I spoke so negatively about your prospects.
  • Ricken: Hey, it's always better to hear the truth and make your peace, right? I have to learn to be stronger and more powerful so I can help everyone. Can't very well do that if I waste all my time chasing stupid dreams!
  • Cherche: I don't think it's stupid, Ricken. Just a tad unrealistic.
  • Ricken: My ultimate goal is to become Chrom's right-hand man and most trusted ally. His stalwart aide and the mightiest arrow in his quiver! Then maybe people will start looking up to me and my family.
  • Cherche: Do people disparage your family? But, I thought you were...
  • Ricken: What, a noble? Oh, sure. We've got fancy shields and a castle and all that. It's just that in recent years we've fallen on hard times, money-wise.
  • Cherche: So all your attempts at self-improvement are to uphold the honor of your house? ...Perhaps I haven't given you enough credit, Ricken.
  • Ricken: Aw, shucks. It's not like I've actually done anything yet.

S SupportEdit

  • Cherche: Ricken? I made you a new hat. Would you like to try it on?
  • Ricken: You made duds just for me?
  • Cherche: Well, you're always trying so hard to do your best, I thought you deserved a reward.
  • Ricken: Wow, thanks so much, Cherche! No one's ever done anything like this for me before!
  • Cherche: Well, I'm glad you're pleased.
  • Ricken: So, um, I have something for you, too.
  • Cherche: Oh? This is a surprise.
  • Ricken: Yeah, so, um...here.
  • Cherche: What a beautiful ring! But—
  • Ricken: It's my most treasured heirloom. It's been in our family for generations.
  • Cherche: Ricken, I can't possibly accept such a precious gift.
  • Ricken: No, you don't understand. It has to stay in the family forever. ...Forever.
  • Cherche: Oh, heavens.
  • Ricken: Wait, lemme guess. You're going to laugh now, right?
  • Cherche: Of course not. Such a serious proposal demands a serious reply. You do realize that marrying me involves...different responsibilities, yes?
  • Ricken: Oh, I know. And I promise that I'll look after you AND Minerva. My best years are still ahead of me, you know?
  • Cherche: I've no doubt you will go on to do many amazing things, Ricken. And Minerva and I would very much like to be a part of it.
  • Ricken: So does that mean you'll say yes?
  • Cherche: You have grown into a fine man, Ricken. And we will have a spectacular wedding!

With HenryEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Ricken: Hi, Henry! Thanks so much for coming to my rescue the other day.
  • Henry: Sure! It's what I do.
  • Ricken: Having a mighty mage like you in our ranks makes me feel a lot safer. Good thing for us you aren't fighting for the other side.
  • Henry: Well, I used to work for Gangrel, so if you hadn't defeated him, who knows? You and I might have been squaring up on the ol' battlefield. Nya ha ha!
  • Ricken: I didn't know you were with the Plegian army!
  • Henry: Oh? I thought word had gotten around. Yeah, Gangrel was toppled before I got the chance to fight any real battles. A shame, too. It would've been fun to face off against the Shepherds!
  • Ricken: But we're the good guys...
  • Henry: Oh. Chrom and Frederick are nice soldiers and all, but I wager I could take them both!
  • Ricken: Henry! That's treason!
  • Henry: Is not.
  • Ricken: W-well, even if it isn't, people might get the wrong idea. They'll start thinking you ARE an enemy, and then we'll end up fighting for real.
  • Henry: Neat! We could see whose magic is stronger.
  • Ricken: HENRY! You're my ally! I don't want to fight you. Besides, if we were mortal foes, we wouldn't be able to talk like this.
  • Henry: Weeell, I guess it's kinda fun being on the same side as you... All right. I guess I'll stick with the Shepherds—for now, at least.
  • Ricken: I should hope so!

B SupportEdit

  • Ricken: Hey, Henry?
  • Henry: What?
  • Ricken: Remember a while ago, when you told me that you served under Gangrel? It made me wonder... Have you fought against anyone you knew?
  • Henry: Yeah, sure! You've cut down a few of my former comrades. You interested in who they were? Lemme see if I can recall... Well, there's Vasto. I liked him! Always ready with a joke or quip.
  • Ricken: That guy?! He tried to stop us when we headed east that one time.
  • Henry: He was really excited about that posting—it was his first major command. Ha! He used to talk about his mother all the time. "Best knitter in Plegia," he'd say!
  • Ricken: Oh. That's...nice.
  • Henry: Then there was Mustafa. He always gave me a bag of peaches whenever I visited. He said I reminded him of his son and that I should consider myself part of his family.
  • Ricken: ......
  • Henry: Oh! And Campari used to make little birdhouses for homeless—
  • Ricken: Actually, Henry? I don't think I want to know about your comrades after all.
  • Henry: Aw! I thought you were interested.
  • Ricken: I was, but now everyone seems more...normal than I expected. They're not maniacs or monsters. They're just like us, except they're dead.
  • Henry: Yep. Dead as driftwood, they are. And it was you Shepherds who killed 'em! Their friends and families are probably still crying their eyes out.
  • Ricken: .......
  • Henry: What's wrong?
  • Ricken: Henry, it's my job to kill Plegian soldiers... So I have to believe they deserve to die. But now you've reminded me that they aren't faceless blobs with axes. They have friends, and families, and... H-how am I going to fight them if I know that? What if I hesitate?
  • Henry: You're weird. I don't see the problem here at all.
  • Ricken: Now, it's all right, Henry. It was my fault for asking.

A SupportEdit

  • Ricken: Henry, can I ask you a question?
  • Henry: Judging by your expression, I'd say it's a serious one. Nya ha ha!
  • Ricken: Er... Do you remember when we talked about the Plegian soldiers we've killed? And how some of them used to be your comrades and friends? Don't you...resent us?
  • Henry: Resent you? Shucks no. What good would that do?
  • Ricken: Um, none, I suppose. It wouldn't be good for anyone, you included.
  • Henry: Exactly! So I decided not to.
  • Ricken: But how can you just brush it off like that? If I were cut down in battle tomorrow, would you just shrug and carry on?
  • Henry: No! I'd be very sad and angry. And I'd find out who did it, hunt them down, and exact bloody revenge! ...Oh yes. There would be blood.
  • Ricken: But you just said you don't resent us and there's no point in holding grudges.
  • Henry: Oh yeah, I DID say that! I wonder what the difference is...
  • Ricken: Er, are you asking me?
  • Henry: When I was with Plegia, I didn't think much about this kind of thing. Maybe because in that army, I didn't have real friends like I do here.
  • Ricken: Do you think of me as a friend?
  • Henry: I guess, sure. Honestly, I'm not much good with touchy-feely stuff. You know what I'd rather talk about? The next battle!
  • Ricken: I guess it wouldn't be bad to plan a little strategy. In the end, victory is the only thing that can justify all this death...

With Owain (Son)Edit

C SupportEdit

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

With Inigo (Son)Edit

C SupportEdit

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

B SupportEdit

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

A SupportEdit

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

With Brady (Son)Edit

C SupportEdit

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

B SupportEdit

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

A SupportEdit

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

With Kjelle (Daughter)Edit

With Severa (Daughter)Edit

With Gerome (Son)Edit

With Morgan (Male) (Son)Edit

C SupportEdit

  • Morgan: Hmm... I wonder why I have no memory of my father... All my memories of Mother are so crisp and clear... I remember what an amazing tactician she was, all the time we studied together... But nothing at all about my father. It's one big blank.
  • Ricken: What are you up to, Morgan?
  • Morgan: Father! That's amazing! I was just thinking about you! Is this fate?! This is totally fate! Family-style fate! ...Wait, no. How did Mother put it? "We're not pawns of some scripted fate. It's the invisible ties we forge that bind us." So yeah, it's not fate. It's the whole invisible bond-link...thing!
  • Ricken: Heh, is that so?
  • Morgan: Yup! Even without my memories, there's an invisible thread that links us. Er, but that reminds me... I was just wondering how I could have possibly forgotten you, Father. Do you think maybe you could help me get those memories back?
  • Ricken: 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)
  • Ricken: Boy, he's certainly got energy to spare...

With Yarne (Son)Edit

C SupportEdit

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

With Laurent (Son)Edit

C SupportEdit

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

B SupportEdit

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

A SupportEdit

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

With Noire (Daughter)Edit

C SupportEdit

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

B SupportEdit

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

A SupportEdit

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

With Nah (Daughter)Edit

C SupportEdit

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

B SupportEdit

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

A SupportEdit

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

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