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With Male AvatarEdit

C SupportEdit

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

B SupportEdit

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

A SupportEdit

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

With Female AvatarEdit

C SupportEdit

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

B SupportEdit

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

A SupportEdit

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

S SupportEdit

  • Avatar: Ah. You did it again.
  • Stahl: Did what again?
  • Avatar: Scratched your nose. You've got something you want to ask me, don't you?
  • Stahl: How did you know?
  • Avatar: Oh, I've been doing a bit of observing of my own, trying to read faces. After you described your special talent, I realized how useful it could be. First thing I learned is that you scratch your nose before you ask for anything.
  • Stahl: Ha! You'd think I know my own tells, but I guess not...
  • Avatar: So? What is it? You shouldn't be shy about asking me for anything. You've helped me so much, I'd love a chance to return the favor.
  • Stahl: Er...right. Guess I'll ask.
  • Avatar: I'm all ears.
  • Stahl: Well, I, um...got this ring for you. And...I want you to wear it.
  • Avatar: Why?
  • Stahl: ...Because I love you.
  • Avatar: What?! Gods, I had no idea!
  • Stahl: Oh, heh heh, I was kind of hoping you'd picked on my cues...
  • Avatar: I guess we're even then.
  • Stahl: What do you mean?
  • Avatar: Look at me, Stahl. Look at my face.
  • Stahl: Er, okay. I'm looking...
  • Avatar: Can you see what I'm thinking?
  • Stahl: ...Yes. Yes I can! You're happy!
  • Avatar: Exactly! See, if you'd have paid more attention, you'd have seen—
  • Stahl: ...that you're in love with me, too.
  • Avatar: Recently you've been avoiding my gaze. It was... Well, it was horrible, frankly.
  • Stahl: Oh, you noticed? I'm sorry. I guess I just got bashful around you.
  • Avatar: But if you'd seen my eyes, you'd have known the answer was yes before you even asked!
  • Stahl: Oh, Avatar, even a blind man could see you've made me so happy!
  • Stahl: My lady, I may never take my eyes off you again! ...Unless I'm about to run into a wall.

With LissaEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Stahl: Ah, that's MUCH better!
  • Lissa: Well, there's not much a good healing staff can't fix!
  • Stahl: I'm sorry to have you use it for a simple stomachache. I thought I had more tonic in my bag, but every flask was empty.
  • Lissa: That's because you're always giving it to other people! By the way, what caused your tummy rumble in the first place?
  • Stahl: Stress! Lots and lots of stress! ...I'm searching for a special item, you see. And every time we arrive in a town, I think, "This is it! It must be here!" But I always end up disappointed.
  • Lissa: Oooo! Sounds spicy! So, what's the secret item, huh? Tell me, tell me!
  • Stahl: Wing scales from a rare giant butterfly. My brother wants them for a concoction. They're impossible to find in Ylisse, so he hoped I could buy some on our journey. I go to the market in every town we visit, but not a single merchant has them.
  • Lissa: Aw, I see... Not quite as exciting as I was expecting... And I can't believe your dumb brother gave you errands in the middle of a war!
  • Stahl: I admit, his timing could have been better.
  • Lissa: You risk your life every day! You can't waste energy chasing butterfly whatevers!
  • Stahl: Heh, well, he IS my brother. How could I say no?
  • Lissa: *Sigh* You're far too nice to people, Stahl. You let them push you around. Oh, fine. I guess I'll try to help. What's the name of this stupid butterfly?
  • Stahl: Oh, gracious, no! I couldn't possibly involve you in this fool's errand!
  • Lissa: It's not for you! I just don't want to waste any more cures on your silly stomach! The sooner we find the scales, the sooner I can worry about REAL problems!
  • Stahl: Well, if you really want to help...
  • Lissa: You just stand there smiling. Lissa is on the case!

B SupportEdit

  • Stahl: The butterfly scales! At last! Oh, many thanks for your help, Lissa!
  • Lissa: Hey, no sweat. I had a little shopping errand of my own to do anyway. My brother wanted me to buy perfume for someone, but he wouldn't tell me who. He just said to buy something I liked, which isn't really much of a clue. He's so dense sometimes! I mean, what if his special lady friend has different tastes?!
  • Stahl: I don't suppose it matters so much, does it? It's the thought that counts after all. Besides, it's hard for a man to buy perfume on his own. I know from experience!
  • Lissa: There you go again, giving people the benefit of the doubt. Don't you think it's super annoying how both our brothers treat us like servants? I mean, here we both are running from market to market buying stuff for 'em!
  • Stahl: Heh! You have a point.
  • Lissa: Of course I do! ...And I don't mind so much, but it's super unfair to you. You're always helping other people, and you never get anything in return.
  • Stahl: Oh, but I do! I enjoy helping people and making things a little easier for them. As long as someone actually acknowledges my efforts now and then, that's enough.
  • Lissa: Aw, you are SUCH a sweetie! In that case, I'll watch you like a hawk and make sure no good deed goes unseen!
  • Stahl: Well in THAT case, I'll have to be sure to give you something to see!

A SupportEdit

  • Stahl: ......
  • Lissa: What are you reading, Stahl?
  • Stahl: A letter from my brother. He's thanking me for the butterfly scales I sent.
  • Lissa: Ye gods, what dreadful penmanship! It's nothing at all like yours.
  • Stahl: Heh. My brother is a rugged, no-nonsense sort. He doesn't much care for calligraphy. But look here! He sent along more of his secret stomach tonic. This new recipe uses the butterfly scales. It's twice as effective as before!
  • Lissa: So the errand he sent you on was actually for your benefit?
  • Stahl: Apparently so! It's a good reminder—brothers don't always say and do the right thing... But in the end, or when it matters, they always have our interests in mind.
  • Lissa: Pffft! Not MY brother! I doubt he ever thinks of me at all! Unless it's to tell me that I'm childish and I should learn to grow up or whatever. He's too busy running a country and a war to worry about his little sister...
  • Stahl: I assure you, that is not the case! At all! Chrom cares about you very much. And who can blame him? If I had a charming sister like you, I'd never leave your side!
  • Lissa: Y-you think I'm charming?
  • Stahl: Of course! ...Er, is that strange?
  • Lissa: I'm...I'm just not used to accepting praise from such a...fine gentleman, is all. Thanks Stahl. You made my day!
  • Stahl: Heh, well, I only spoke the truth.

S SupportEdit

  • Lissa: Er, Stahl? Look what Chrom gave me.
  • Stahl: Isn't that the perfume he had you buy?
  • Lissa: He felt bad about missing my birthday, so he wanted to get something I really liked. Apparently I mentioned wanting a new perfume, and so...
  • Stahl: He sent you to buy your favorite kind. Ha! I told you brothers always pull through!
  • Lissa: Hee hee! Yeah, he really is the best brother a girl could have.
  • Stahl: Seeing you in such a happy mood, perhaps I should seize the opportunity...
  • Lissa: Opportunity? For what?
  • Stahl: Lissa, I have a confession to make.
  • Lissa: Ooh, a confession?! Scandalous! Okay, dish. Give me all the juicy details...
  • Stahl: I love you.
  • Lissa: ...What?!
  • Stahl: I know you're royalty, and I never felt I was worthy enough to court you. So I kept my feelings bottled up until I no longer had the strength to hide them... Th-that's why I decided to buy you this ring.
  • Lissa: ...... Oh, Stahl, yes! Yes, of COURSE I'll marry you! I've loved you forever!
  • Stahl: Truly?!
  • Lissa: YES, you ninny! Here, let's see that ring.
  • Stahl: ...Ah, it fits you perfectly!
  • Lissa: Hee hee! It totally does, huh? I'm so glad you finally unbottled those feelings, tee hee!
  • Stahl: It's a weight off my shoulders! I can't wait to tell my brother the good news...
  • Lissa: Oh, right! And I gotta tell Chrom! ...Oh, hey! You and him are gonna be brothers now! That's so weird.
  • Stahl: Heh, and so wonderful. Just like you, Lissa.

With SullyEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Stahl: Thanks for training with me today. That was a great session.
  • Sully: Ha! Giving up so soon? What a wimp!
  • Stahl: Er, what?
  • Sully: How can you call yourself a knight if you crap out so soon? The legendary knights who served Marth would never give up so easily.
  • Stahl: You mean Cain and Abel? The "Bull" and "Panther" from the old stories?
  • Sully: That's the kind of strength we need to win this war. And it's the kind of strength I aspire to.
  • Stahl: Well, sure. I mean, who wouldn't want to be a hero of legend and song? I just don't think I have it in me. I'm more of a...mellow type.
  • Sully: Ha! Then take that attitude over to the kitchen, ya damn scullery maid! I plan to run circles around those rusty old legends.
  • Stahl: Heh! You're something else. But perhaps I could stand to be a little more forceful in my training.
  • Sully: Damn right! I won't stop until I'm built like the Bull!
  • Stahl: Ha ha! I'm sure you'll... Wait, you're the Bull in this scenario?
  • Sully: You got a problem with that?
  • Stahl: No, no! No, that's...just fine. I guess that makes me the Panther, huh? Yeesh, I've got my work cut out for me...

B SupportEdit

  • Stahl: ...Enough! I yield!
  • Sully: Oh, come on. You're better than this! Now you're just letting me win.
  • Stahl: No one LETS you win anything, Sully. You take victories by force.
  • Sully: Pfft. That's your excuse?
  • Stahl: Hey, you know what I'm like.
  • Sully: You lack confidence because you don't know yourself well enough. Here, shake my hand. ...Go on! Shake the damn thing!
  • Stahl: Er, all right.
  • Sully: Well? What do you feel? Tell me how my hand and yours are different.
  • Stahl: Well, yours is smaller than I would have thought. ...And really soft! It's kind of nice, actually.
  • Sully: You're getting distracted. Focus on the first thing you said. You're bigger than me, and you've got more muscle. Also, you're a better rider. So explain how it is that I keep kicking your arse all over the battlefield.
  • Stahl: I don't know! I guess you just project this...aura. Like you're going to eat me for breakfast, you know?
  • Sully: All in your head! Change your attitude, and you'll be a better fighter overnight.
  • Stahl: You really think so? Hmm... Wait! Now you're just pushing me around in a different way.
  • Sully: Except that I'm right. And if you're smart, you'll listen to me. So what do you say? Another round?
  • Stahl: You're on. And I'm standing my ground this time!

A SupportEdit

  • Sully: Oof! ...Yeah, I'll be feeling that one tomorrow.
  • Stahl: Heh heh! Stahl the Panther strikes again! Still, I think I finally understand what you were getting at. The right attitude really does make a difference.
  • Sully: Well, don't think you'll ever be better than me. Because you won't.
  • Stahl: Ha! I wouldn't dare suggest it.
  • Sully: But you know the others expect you to show me up someday.
  • Stahl: ...Huh?
  • Sully: It's okay. I'm used to it.
  • Stahl: ...Er, Sully? Is everything all right? You're getting weird on me.
  • Sully: It's just... People look at me and all they see is a damn woman!
  • Stahl: Um, okay? Not sure where this is coming from, but if I implied—
  • Sully: Not you, idiot. You treat me like an equal, and I've always respected that. I just worry that... Well, what happens if you do surpass me someday? People won't think it's because of hard work or skill or any of that. It'll just be another damn man beating a woman to the finish line again.
  • Stahl: Now who's being wishy-washy?
  • Sully: Hey! Don't you lecture me, chump! I'll kick your right in the—
  • Stahl: Ha ha! Now that's the Sully I know. A mighty bull in the making! ...Or is it a mewling Sheep? We'd better go another round and find out.
  • Sully: Oh, I am so going to hand you your lunch in a second. Come on, tough guy! Show me what you're really made of!
  • Stahl: Eep! M-maybe this was a bad idea...

S SupportEdit

  • Sully: *Pant, pant* All right! Enough... I...I yield. *Wheeze* Gods, Stahl. You're a damn beast today.
  • Stahl: *Pant* It's all thanks to your training, Sully.
  • Sully: No one made you strong. You were tough to begin with.
  • Stahl: So does this mark the end of Sully's reign of terror?
  • Sully: For today. But there's always tomorrow.
  • Stahl: I knew you weren't going to give up quietly. You've always worked harder and aspired higher than anyone. You're amazing.
  • Sully: Yeah, well, I never could've done it without you around. It's easy to keep on the path when you've got someone walking beside you. You're about the best training partner I've ever had.
  • Stahl: Um, yeah. Well, maybe I could be more than just a...training partner?
  • Sully: Wait, what are you... Stahl, are you giving me a ring?
  • Stahl: Yeah. It's a...wedding ring. I'm still more Mouse than Panther most days. But with you at my side, I can become the man and knight I aspire to be. And I want to spur you along too. ...Not that you need it.
  • Sully: That's a pretty bold offer, Mr. Mouse.
  • Stahl: Yeah, I may look confident, but I'm about to soil my good pair of trousers. If it weren't for you, I'd never be able to ask something like this. You're my courage, Sully.
  • Sully: That's actually very sweet. ...You know what? I accept. We've got a long ways to go, but I'd have no other traveling companion. It's you and me to the end, Stahl.
  • Stahl: Then here's to the new Bull and Panther!

With MirielEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Stahl: ...Ninety-eight...Ninety-nine...one hundred! Phew...
  • Miriel: Why do you repeat that same motion over and over again?
  • Stahl: Have you never heard of shadow fencing?
  • Miriel: I assume it entails performing sword strikes and parries with an imaginary opponent. Is the point of the exercise pure kinetic stimulation, or is there more to achieve?
  • Stahl: Well, by making moves second nature, you can perform them better and faster.
  • Miriel: Interesting. So the goal is to remember the moves in your muscles, not your mind. I think this warrants further study. Would you mind terribly if I observe?
  • Stahl: In theory, no. But I've just finished for the day and I'm exhausted...
  • Miriel: Ah, I see. That is disappointing. ...Most TERRIBLY disappointing.
  • Stahl: B-but if you really want, I suppose I could run through a few more drills...
  • Miriel: I believe two hundred repetitions would be sufficient to establish a baseline.
  • Stahl: T-two hundred? Good gods, I don't have the energy for that!
  • Miriel: ...Most TERRIBLY disappointing.
  • Stahl: ......
  • Miriel: Well, I suppose I can find another, more lucrative field of study. Perhaps I will just...observe this rock. Yes, that should suffice. Hmm... It's round. And smooth. Wait! ...No, it's still round.
  • Stahl: ARGH! All right, all right. I'll do it. Just stop making me feel bad. *Sigh* Here we go. One...two...th-three...
  • Miriel: Excellent.

B SupportEdit

  • Stahl: H-here's...the finish line...at last...*pant, pant* *wheeze*
  • Miriel: Hmm... You circumnavigated the camp ten times and your total time was... Fascinating!
  • Stahl: M-Miriel... *pant* Every day...you grow more like a demon...sent to torture me...Have you observed *wheeze* enough running now? Can I please stop?
  • Miriel: I see no harm in taking a short break.
  • Stahl: Phew... Thank goodness...So...what *pant* did you learn?
  • Miriel: As you may know, I have been observing everyone's training, and not just yours. And in every measure of performance, you come out at the exact median.
  • Stahl: I do?
  • Miriel: Be it arm strength, running, stamina, or anything else, you are perfectly average. If I didn't know better, I'd say that my methodology was flawed. It's something of a scientific miracle that you can be so completely unoutstanding.
  • Stahl: Yes, well. That's just the sort of man I am!
  • Miriel: You are aware of your ordinariness?
  • Stahl: Yeah, I've always tended to be more or less like everyone else. I do about the average amount of training everyone else does, but...you know. Meh.
  • Miriel: Yet it is remarkable that you are able to precisely hit EVERY statistical mean. You must allow me to investigate further. And to do that, I need more data.
  • Stahl: D-do you mean...?
  • Miriel: Yes. Your break is over. Ten more laps around the camp, please!
  • Stahl: She IS a demon!

A SupportEdit

  • Stahl: Ninety-eight...nintey-nine... one hundred! Phew. All done!
  • Miriel: Fascinating. I've now directly observed the results of your reptition drills. Compared with the first time I watched you, your movements are smoother and faster.
  • Stahl: That's because you keep making me do them over and over again. But I wager I'm still only as good as half the people in camp, right?
  • Miriel: Yes. It is a most extraordinary result.
  • Stahl: Extraordinary? But I've always been Sir Average! Why would that change?
  • Miriel: Because in recent days, all of your skills and statistics have improved dramatically. And yet, you remain in the very center of my graph. See? At the top of this bell curve.
  • Stahl: Wait, wait. So while I got better, everyone else ALSO got the exact amount better?
  • Miriel: Everyone in the army is aware that you are the most average soldier. Therefore, when they see you improve, they feel compelled to improve as well. In this way, they are able to avoid falling below the expected mean.
  • Stahl: I see... So it's not just a matter of me adapting to everyone around me... It's about THEM seeing ME and adapting to THAT. Wow, thanks, Miriel! I'm way more influential than I ever imagined!
  • Miriel: I'm simply grateful for the chance to observe such a fascinating phenomenon. I hope you will allow me to continue my analysis and experiments?
  • Stahl: Of course. For as long as you like!
  • Miriel: Excellent.

S SupportEdit

  • Stahl: Aaaaaand...finish line. *pant, pant* Heh heh. After this, everyone'll have to work REAL hard to keep me average!
  • Miriel: Stahl, you are blessed with a most remarkable skill.
  • Stahl: You mean, a most average skill, don't you?
  • Miriel: The ability to be ordinary at everything is, in fact, most extraordinary.
  • Stahl: Er, well, I suppose that makes sense in a totally nonsensical kind of way. But listen, I found something else about me that isn't average...
  • Miriel: You have piqued my curiosity. Please, edify!
  • Stahl: This is difficult to put into words. ...Er, especially to you. But let me try. The other thing I'm not average at is... being in love with you. Because without a doubt, I love you more than anyone else in the world!
  • Miriel: Is this a jape? Some manner of revenge for my making you exercise?
  • Stahl: No jape, milady. The honest truth. And I have this ring to prove it.
  • Miriel: In other words, you wish to be my lifelong parther. Is that correct?
  • Stahl: It means I want to be your husband! I admit, I used to hate all the running you made me do. But now I live for it. I can't wait to get out there and jog or chop wood or whatnot! I like that you're always watching and making notes, and I want that to continue.
  • Miriel: And I, for my part, am anxious to continue my observations. And more importantly, I also harbor some measure of affection toward you. Therefore, I shall accept both your ring and your proposal.
  • Stahl: I guarantee that when it comes to marital bliss, we won't be average!
  • Miriel: Interesting. For the first time ever, you strive to be above average in something.
  • Stahl: That's right. And I know I can do it— because I love you, Miriel.
  • Miriel: Ah, yes. Quite. Thank you. I...um...also find you agreeable.

With KellamEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Kellam: Er, Stahl?
  • Stahl: WAH! Gracious me, Kellam! How long have you been lurking there?
  • Kellam: Oh, I don't know, 20 minutes? They said you were looking for me, and—
  • Stahl: 20 minutes?! Good heavens, Kellam. Next time, clear your throat or something. Anyway, yes. I have a question for you.
  • Kellam: Sure. How can I help?
  • Stahl: I'm just wondering... How do you feel when you're engaged with a foe?
  • Kellam: When I'm engaged with a foe? Well, pretty normal, I guess... Why do you ask?
  • Stahl: Hmm... You see, the thing is—in battle, I often feel unsettled and nervous. I worry that I may be letting my colleagues down out in the field. You, on the other hand, always appear perfectly unflappable in combat.
  • Kellam: I may LOOK unflappable, but inside I'm really quite nervous... Even scared, sometimes. Why, I remember this one time—
  • Stahl: Lies! I don't believe that for a second. Whenever I look at you, you're poised, calm, and in total control.
  • Kellam: ...Wait. You SEE me? On the battlefield? No one EVER notices me out there. I tend to blend in, you see...
  • Stahl: Yes, yes, we all know about your little issue. But what I want to discuss—
  • Kellam: Gosh, though. If I'm not invisible, I'd better be more careful out there! This has been a big help, talking to you. Thanks so much!
  • Stahl: Oh, you're perfectly wel— Hey, wait a second! I was the one looking for help here!
  • (Kellam leaves)
  • Stahl: Huh? Where'd he go? Well, all right, then. If that oaf can be cool and collected, I can be too! I'll just have to work twice as hard at it...

B SupportEdit

  • Kellam: Hey, Stahl?
  • Stahl: Ah, there you are, Kellam! I was searching high and low for you.
  • Kellam: Yeah, sometimes the sun glints off my armor and makes me hard to spot. And sometimes people just don't look hard enough...
  • Stahl: Listen, do you remember our discussion from the other day?
  • Kellam: About how I feel on the battlefield?
  • Stahl: Right! I said you were unflappable and you said it wasn't true and so on and so forth.
  • Kellam: Right. But you see—
  • Stahl: Well, the thing is, I don't think I quite got my point across. I'm not just nervous out there, Kellam. I'm actually rather terrified! I even carry an extra fauld just in case— Well, just in case.
  • Kellam: Yes, but you see—
  • Stahl: But I have a plan! I'm going to study your behavior and become just like you! I must know everything—your preparation, your training, AND your daily routine.
  • Kellam: But, how will you—
  • Stahl: By watching and observing! By engaging you in the most meticulous study one man has ever done to another!
  • Kellam: Er, that might be a bit of a problem.
  • Stahl: Dastard! Would you prefer I quake in terror on the battlefield?
  • Kellam: Well, no. But if you want to watch me, you have to be able to SEE me. And most people have a hard time doing that.
  • Stahl: Hmm...
  • Kellam: Maybe you should follow someone else around. Frederick is pretty brave.
  • Stahl: No. It must be you, and no other! And if you're that hard to spot, I'll just have to practice finding you!
  • Kellam: I don't understand why it has to be me, Stahl.
  • Stahl: Because we are the same, you and I! Meek and unassertive, yet clever! Why, if not for my devilish good looks, we could be brothers!
  • Kellam: Um, okay?
  • Stahl: Of all the Shepherds, you are the most suitable model for me to follow. So, Kellam! Prepare to be watched!
  • Kellam: I have a bad feeling about this...

A SupportEdit

  • Stahl: Ahoy, Kellam!
  • Kellam: Oh, you saw me first! That's a change.
  • Stahl: Ha ha! I have been practicing, my good man! I've honed my powers of observation to a razor-like sharpness! I can now find you from a distance of five armlengths away.
  • Kellam: Gosh, you were serious, weren't you? About trying to learn from me?
  • Stahl: Of course I was serious. And what's more, I believe I have met with success! I have seen, for example, that you laugh and cry, just like everyone else. But it's very subtle—you don't wear your emotions on that enormous metal sleeve.
  • Kellam: Well, I AM human, you know?
  • Stahl: And what's more, I noticed that you act quite differently on the battlefield. I see now your tension and nervousness, and that is a great relief to me!
  • Kellam: ...Relief?
  • Stahl: Relief that I'm not the only one who feels so when faced with certain death!
  • Kellam: But, I told you that in the very beginn—
  • Stahl: Now, here's the REAL difference between me and you... You accept your fear, and yet you are its master! Like a dog in the hunt, you unleash it to bring forth terrible, slathering death!
  • Kellam: I don't...understand what you're saying.
  • Stahl: Well, thanks to your example, I'm now more confident than ever. You've been a great help, Kellam. I hope I haven't been too much of a nuisance! Ha ha!
  • Kellam: Er, no. On the contrary... I feel better about myself now.
  • Stahl: Oh?
  • Kellam: You're just about the first person who's taken any notice of me. ...Or cared. Frankly, it's been a real shot in the arm.
  • Stahl: Oh! Well then, how delightful!

With DonnelEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Donnel: Mmm... Hmm...Aw, pig plop! This is all mumbo jumbo to me!
  • Stahl: Are you trying to read that magic scroll? Good gods, Donny. Here now, take a break and have a soothing cup of nettle tea. It's a little bitter, but it'll settle your nerves if you can keep it down.
  • Donnel: Thank ya kindly, Stahl.
  • Stahl: Think nothing of it. And once your calm, THEN start thinking about what kind of soldier you want to be.
  • Donnel: How'd you know that's what I was doin'? I ain't said nothin' about it to ya.
  • Stahl: This morning you were picking locks, then you were practicing archery. Now I find you attempting to decipher a magic scroll to "smite thine enemies with fire". Either you're incredibly bored, or you aren't satisfied with your current role.
  • Donnel: Welp, I s'pose the cat's outta the bag now...Hey, Stahl. Yer pretty clever. What do ya reckon I should do?
  • Stahl: Well, I don't know anything about tomes or magic staves...But I'm a keen student of weapons, especially sharp ones. You could do what I did and watch the experienced sellswords and knights.
  • Donnel: And then I could learn what weapon might work best for me! Gosh, that's a dilly of an idea!
  • Stahl: But remember, its not enough to just pick a weapon you like. You need training and— Did he just leave? Good heavens, he's an eager one isn't he?

B SupportEdit

  • Donnel: Howdy, Stahl! Just the gentleman I was hoping to run into.
  • Stahl: Do you have a question?
  • Donnel: Could you...go over yonder? ...No, just a little farther.
  • Stahl: Are you trying to make me fall into that pit trap you dug?
  • Donnel: Aw, donkey bottoms! I ain't never gonna get the hang of this.
  • Stahl: Easy, Donny. Don't look so glum. You still have time to learn.
  • Donnel: But I done tried so many different things, and I'm useless at all of 'em! I just wanna find one thing I'm better at than everyone else. Thought it might be booby traps, but shuck my corn if that's the case now...
  • Stahl: Trying to be better than everyone is an ambitious goal that few ever achieve. Take me for example. Average strength, skills, and looks. Nothing stands out. Compared to everyone else in the Shepherds, I'm as dull as can be.
  • Donnel: Aw, Stahl, that ain't true!...Well, maybe it's a bit true.
  • Stahl: The point is, Donny, I still have a role. We can't all be the best at something, but we CAN all provide a unique blend of skills.
  • Donnel: So we're the best...at bein' ourselves? Reckon that ain't much of anythin'.
  • Stahl: Just keep practicing what you know, and take care of yourself on the battlefield. Talents will come to light when you least expect them.
  • Donnel: Well, if ya say so...

A SupportEdit

  • Stahl: With every battle, the enemy grows more numerous and deadly...
  • Donnel: Ain't that the truth! Sure am glad we got Avatar plottin' strategy for us. He/She's awful good at gettin' the most outta this here army.
  • Stahl: Ah, so you've noticed.
  • Donnel: Sure have! With Avatar at the helm, everything's easy! We just gotta carry out orders as best we can.
  • Stahl: And the battle is not won by those who are best at one thing, is it? It takes all of us working in unison to achieve victory. Of course, we must take the time to hone and improve our skills... But in the end, how we fight as a group determine if we shall prevail.
  • Donnel: Gosh, Stahl! When you put it like that, it makes me sound pretty important.
  • Stahl: That's because you are! Now then, I think it's time for our midday meal. Shall we go to— ...Waaah!
  • (Stahl falls)
  • Donnel: Yee-haw! Looks like I'm better at trap settin' than you are at trap spottin'! Gosh, but you sure looked funny when that fake floor collapsed under yer feet!
  • Stahl: Yes, that was...very clever. Now get me out of here!

With MaribelleEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Stahl: Maribelle, about that favor I asked you earlier...
  • Maribelle: Zzzz... Oh, I do declare... My stars and garters... Frankly, my dear Chrom, I don't... Zzzzz...
  • Stahl: Um, Maribelle?
  • Maribelle: Huh?! Wha—?! Wh-where am I?! ...Is that you, Stahl?
  • Stahl: You've been studying too much, Maribelle. You need to take a break. You can't even keep your eyes open anymore.
  • Maribelle: Quite frankly, sir, my rest is... *yawn* Oh, pardon me! But I mean to say that it's none of your concern, and I'm quite all right.
  • Stahl: It's not all right! I just caught you sleeping on your feet! Are you feeling dizzy? Feverish? Any sudden chills?
  • Maribelle: I told you, I'm fine! ...I had a spot of indigestion earlier, but that's all.
  • Stahl: Then I insist you try my special tonic. It works wonders on stomach ailments.
  • Maribelle: Well, if you insist. Thank you.Th-this should keep me going...for a few more days...
  • Stahl: Now, now. You need to sleep properly, too.
  • Maribelle: Yes...I know thatsszzzzzzz...
  • Stahl: Er, Maribelle? ...Maribelle?

B SupportEdit

  • Maribelle: Ah, Stahl. I wanted to thank you for your concern the other day. That tonic did wonders for my indigestion.
  • Stahl: I'm delighted it helped.
  • Maribelle: In fact, I was wondering if you might have another dose or two to spare...
  • Stahl: Are you planning on staying up all night again? Because if so—
  • Maribelle: If you don't want to give me any, say so and stop wasting my time!
  • Stahl: Eep! N-no, that's not— Er, here, have as much as you like.
  • Maribelle: *Ahem* Thank you. You are too kind.
  • Stahl: I know it's not my concern, but please do take care of yourself, milady.
  • Maribelle: ...Oh, very well. I suppose you deserve some manner of explanation. For a long time now, my dream has been to join the royal judiciary. A fool's dream it seems, now that I know how much I must read and memorize...
  • Stahl: Yeesh! That sounds like a challenge. I envy your courage and dedication. Er, but is there any way I might help make your dream come true?
  • Maribelle: I suppose I could think of something. But why on earth would you care?
  • Stahl: Because I have no dreams of my own and want to live vicariously through yours? Er, but more seriously, you're my friend! I just want to help if I can.
  • Maribelle: Well, I have found myself on the hunt for certain legal documents...
  • Stahl: It would be an honor.
  • Maribelle: Excellent! And in return for your help, I shall help you discover a dream of your own.
  • Stahl: Oh, that's all right. I don't have—
  • Maribelle: You shared your tonic, and now you are helping me with my studies. It behooves a woman of my station to return favors promptly.
  • Stahl: But...living vicariously!
  • Maribelle: You said we are friends, did you not, sir? And what do friends do for each other?
  • Stahl: *Sigh* They help each other...

A SupportEdit

  • Stahl: I found the documents you were looking for.
  • Maribelle: Well, I'll be! Thank you so very much for the kind assistance. By the by, I've drawn up a list of proposals for YOUR dream.
  • Stahl: Oh. I thought perhaps you might have...forgotten.
  • Maribelle: Right then! Don't think. Just give me the first answer that comes to mind... Would you rather rise in Chrom's army, or run the family apothecary?
  • Stahl: Hmm... Both sound quite enticing, truth be told.
  • Maribelle: Come now, sir! A true gentleman must have an opinion about such matters!
  • Stahl: Well, I've thought about it a lot. An awful lot, in fact. And I realized we have no idea how this world will turn out after the war. So perhaps I should see what is best for my friends before I decide. I've never been very good at working hard for my own benefit. If I'm not helping someone, I just can't seem to get interested.
  • Maribelle: Then there is nothing I can do to assist you.
  • Stahl: ...Huh. I expected you to tell me to get ahold of myself or something.
  • Maribelle: If you hadn't actually bothered to think about it, I would have been livid. But you've already chosen a path. You want to do what's best for those close to you. And once you discover a way, I'm sure you'll do your very best to make it happen. That IS a dream, Stahl. One that demands both courage and industry!
  • Stahl: Heh. I may not be much for grand causes, but I do like helping people out.
  • Maribelle: A bit overly humble for my tastes, but there's no doubting your honesty.
  • Stahl: Thank you! ...I think. In any case, right now my job is to help you and Chrom. So, what else can I do for you? Any more documents that need finding?
  • Maribelle: Yes, but they can wait for a while. Why don't we both have a break with a refreshing cup of elderberry tea? I haven't had a nice chitchat in ever so long!
  • Stahl: It would be my pleasure!

S SupportEdit

  • Stahl: Maribelle, weren't you looking for this book?
  • Maribelle: Why, yes. How did you know?
  • Stahl: I've spent a lot of time with you lately. It's all kind of second nature. Like right now, I'd wager you want a hot cup of elderberry tea.
  • Maribelle: Well, now that you mention it, it is about time for a little break. You are getting very good at anticipating my every need! Since you started helping, I haven't once had to stay up all night. Stahl, I do believe you have a special genius for making people's lives easier!
  • Stahl: I enjoy making people from all walks of life happy, Maribelle. Although there is one person who I like making happier more than any other... And that's you.
  • Maribelle: Why, Stahl... I do believe that is a ring...
  • Stahl: If you hadn't noticed, I've become completely smitten with you. Whether carrying books or copying obscure scrolls, my heart leaps for joy at every task. And that's why I want to be your husband.
  • Maribelle: Are you sure? It would mean a lot of hard work...
  • Stahl: Hard work? Pshaw! If it's done in your service, it would be a joy!
  • Maribelle: Why, Stahl, you certainly know how to sweep a lady off her feet... Very well. I would be honored to wear your ring.
  • Stahl: Then from now on, my dream shall be YOUR dream!

With PanneEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Stahl: Er, Panne? Sorry to intrude, but it's time for supper.
  • Panne: I will eat on my own terms. Now leave me.
  • Stahl: But I prepared your very own dish! I think you'll love it. It's got—
  • Panne: Did I ask for special treatment, man-spawn?
  • Stahl: Er, no. But I know that you taguel don't eat the same kinds of food we humans do. And since Lissa's making some kind of weird stew tonight, I thought... Um... Well, you know. Just trying to help.
  • Panne: How very like a human.
  • Stahl: I don't understand.
  • Panne: You offer lies as reasons and refuse to reveal your true motivations.
  • Stahl: Look, I don't think you underst—
  • Panne: Get out of my sight.
  • Stahl: Okay, okay. You're right. There's more to it than just that. Look. The truth is... I just... I want to be your friend. I mean, you're the first taguel I've ever met, and I know nothing at all about you. So I thought we could...you know? Spend some time together?
  • Panne: ......
  • Stahl: ...Right then. Okay. I'll just set these potatoes right here and go back—
  • Panne: Taguel cannot eat potatoes. They make us sick to our stomachs.
  • Stahl: Oh, I'm sorry. I had no idea.
  • Panne: That is because I never told you. There are more important things to worry about in war than the state of my insides.
  • Stahl: If you say so...
  • Panne: ...Man-spawn, wait. It took courage to speak the truth to me. I will not forget it.
  • Stahl: Oh, not at all. I should be thanking you!
  • Panne: Why would you thank me? Are all humans this odd? Or are you special?

B SupportEdit

  • Stahl: Panne! I'm so glad you're here.
  • Panne: What do you want?
  • Stahl: Here, taste this for me.
  • Panne: I don't want to taste any—MURPH!
  • Stahl: See, if I come up with a dish you like, you can join us in the mess tent! It took me a few tries, but I think I've finally made something really—
  • Panne: Blech! Ptooie! Idiot man-spawn! I told you I cannot digest potatoes!
  • Stahl: B-but I sliced them really thin! I used Chrom's sword and everything.
  • Panne: I am leaving. Possibly to vomit. Do not follow me!
  • Stahl: No, wait! I have another dish to try.
  • Panne: *Sniff* It smells appalling.
  • Stahl: Yeah, but there are no potatoes in it. Just cottage cheese. ...Er, and squid.
  • Panne: I am still leaving.
  • Stahl: Wait, wait! I've got one more! This one's the best, I promise! It's a carrot dumpling wrapped in a flaky pastry crust.
  • Panne: I suppose if it gets the potato taste out of my mouth... *munch munch*
  • Stahl: ...Well?
  • Panne: ...Unpleasant.
  • Stahl: Damn. I thought for sure I had it.
  • Panne: ...However, it IS edible.
  • Stahl: Hey, I can live with that! So does that mean...
  • Panne: Very well. I suppose I might occasionally join the others in the mess tent if you made this.
  • Stahl: Th-that's wonderful! I'll make a huge batch so I can freeze some for later. Thank you, Panne!
  • Panne: You're thanking me again? You truly are a strange human.

A SupportEdit

  • Panne: Why are you hovering around me while I eat?
  • Stahl: I'm trying to see what other kinds of food you like. You can't keep eating nothing but dumplings. You'll get scurvy!
  • Panne: Then sit down and join me! Do not hover like a jackal.
  • Stahl: Oh, er, thank you! That's very kind! Hmm... What's this red thing?
  • Panne: Firefruit. Its juice can make human skin blister and itch for days on end.
  • Stahl: *Munch munch* Hey, that's pretty good! ...Wait, what did you say about juice? Oh, gods! It's on my fingers! ...And in my EYES! Aaaiiieeeeee! Urrrgh...
  • Panne: Hello? Stahl? Are you dead? ...Nod if you are not dead.
  • Stahl: N-no, I'm fine. Just a...little light headed is all.
  • Panne: You cannot enjoy the meal properly when you're in such a state.
  • Stahl: Er, Panne? Maybe I just fainted, but were you licking my face just now?
  • Panne: Yes. It is the way we taguel clean each other. Is that a problem?
  • Stahl: Er, no! I mean, I'm glad you saved my eyesight and all, but... It's just a little odd to be licked by a beautiful woman.
  • Panne: I have no idea what you are talking about, strange man. Here, try this fruit instead. It should be safe for human skin.
  • Stahl: Um, there are bite marks in this. Is that normal, or were you eating it?
  • Panne: Do you refuse to take it just because it's been in my mouth?
  • Stahl: Gracious, no! N-not at all! Ha ha! Ha. Why should I care? So, er...here goes... *crunch crunch*

S SupportEdit

  • Stahl: It was good to see you at supper again, Panne.
  • Panne: Well, none of the food was especially repugnant to me.
  • Stahl: I know! It's because we tried so hard to come up with a menu everyone could enjoy. Funnily enough, the dishes you suggested were the most popular.
  • Panne: You changed the whole menu for the sake of me?
  • Stahl: If that's what it took to get you to join us at mealtimes, no one minded at all. And, you know. It gave me a reason to spend more time with you!
  • Panne: Hah.
  • Stahl: Did I say something funny?
  • Panne: I only sat close because I was afraid you'd get firefruit juice in your eye again.
  • Stahl: Right. But I didn't mean tonight. I mean, not exactly. We've grown somewhat comfortable around each other, right?
  • Panne: ...Oddly enough, I do not mind it.
  • Stahl: Y-you don't? That's great!
  • Panne: You are genuinely excited about it, aren't you? You are a strange man.
  • Stahl: It seems like you've grown more forgiving and tolerant of humans.
  • Panne: Not all of them, man-spawn. Just you.
  • Stahl: Er, well, in that case, I was thinking you might...take this ring?
  • Panne: Is it valuable?
  • Stahl: No! I mean, yes! ...That's not the point. I want us to marry and begin a new era in taguel-human relations.
  • Panne: You wish to marry me for diplomatic reasons?
  • Stahl: I'm in love with you, Panne! Hopelessly in love! I want us to spend the rest of our lives together.
  • Panne: Ah. I see. Very well, Stahl. I accept.
  • Stahl: Really? Oh, thank you, Panne! We'll have the greatest wedding ever! And no potatoes will be invited!
  • Panne: Heh. This time I suppose I should be thanking you. ...Thank you, Stahl.

With CordeliaEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Cordelia: Hello, Stahl.
  • Stahl: I was drawn here by the sound of sweet music. Was it you playing?
  • Cordelia: You are kind to say so. But in truth, I'm quite out of practice.
  • Stahl: What? No, you play beautifully! And one of my favorite Ylissean folk songs, to boot!
  • Cordelia: It's been so long since I last played. When I saw this harp at the local market, I just couldn't resist.
  • Stahl: I remember how you entranced the court by playing at Chrom's birthday ceremony. Those were some good times... Say, why don't you put on an encore performance? It'd be huge for morale!
  • Cordelia: Oh, that court convert was a long time ago. I don't even remember the music. Although I suppose I could muddle through if I had the score in front of me.
  • Stahl: Wait, you were just playing from memory? That's even more impressive!
  • Cordelia: Please, Stahl, I'm serious. Stop trying to flatter me. Compared to Phila, I'm just a clumsy amateur.
  • Stahl: Well, sure. But Phila was the best I've seen. She could have joined the royal orchestra.
  • Cordelia: I always dreamed that one day I might be as skilled as her. It's silly, I know.
  • Stahl: Hey, never say never! Especially when you're so abundantly talented.
  • Cordelia: Stop it, seriously! See, now I'm just getting embarrassed... Er, oh, hey! Would you look at that? It's chore time. ...Gotta go!
  • Stahl: That Cordelia... She's never satisfied with being second best in anything. I'm going to have to step up my game if I ever hope to compete with that!

B SupportEdit

  • Stahl: Tickling the old strings again, are we?
  • Cordelia: Why, hello, Stahl. Yes, I was– Um, is that a harp?
  • Stahl: Yep! I just bought it down at the market. Oh, and I got some sheet music, too.
  • Cordelia: Heh. Sounds like someone is itching to play a duet!
  • Stahl: Well, at some point, sure. But right now I can barely make noise on this thing. I was hoping you might be my teacher instead of my duet partner.
  • Cordelia: Well, I've never taught before, but I'd be happy to help.
  • Stahl: I'm going to practice like a madman until I'm good enough to play with you. I'll practice until my fingers are bloody and raw! I'll practice until my eyes–
  • Cordelia: Well, it's...good to have a goal.
  • Stahl: Hey, I'm just trying to be as dedicated to things are you are, Cordelia.
  • Cordelia: Hehe. Perhaps I have been TOO dedicated... Speaking of which, I think we should start your lesson. Now, watch carefully as I pluck the first few bars of this son...
  • Stahl: You have my undivided attention. ......
  • Cordelia: Er, won't your eyes dry out if you keep them open so wide? Er, right, then. Never mind. Let me begin... ......
  • Stahl: Wow, you played that note so beautifully...
  • Cordelia: Huh? No, I didn't!
  • Stahl: No, no! The tone was lovely!
  • Cordelia: Stahl, it's just one note. Will you please let me finish?
  • Stahl: Er, yes Right. Sorry. Go ahead.
  • Cordelia: ...Look, I don't think I'm quite ready for teaching. Give me some time to work out a lesson plan, okay? I don't want to do this until I'm sure my methods are...sound.
  • Stahl: But, Cordelia! Gods, she's more of a perfectionist than I thought. This is going to be tough.

A SupportEdit

  • Cordelia: Stahl, I'm sorry about the other day. When I was supposed to teach you– ...Err, that song. Yes, the song you're playing...right now. Goodness, Stahl, you're doing very well! How did you learn that?
  • Stahl: When I saw how passionate you were about a single note, I knew I had to practice. I'm still kind of murdering it, but I think it's getting better...
  • Cordelia: I wouldn't say murder! ...Maybe more like assault.
  • Stahl: I knew I had to work twice as hard as you if I wanted to play that duet. So I've been practicing every waking moment–even in the latrines!
  • Cordelia: Oh! Um, yes, that is...quite dedicated. By the by, I've never heard that song played with the faster tempo you employed. I rather like it! Such a nice twist on an old classic.
  • Stahl: Yeah, it's just an idea that struck me as I was studying the notes.
  • Cordelia: How very astute of you.
  • Stahl: I think it was more blind luck than astuteness, but thanks.
  • Cordelia: Stahl? There are many in this camp who play the harp better than I. Why have you settled on me for this duet and concert idea?
  • Stahl: Because you don't just play... You make the harp sing! You can do anything, Cordelia. You have a natural gift. I wish I could be more like you!
  • Cordelia: I'm not sure that being naturally gifted at something is always a good thing.
  • Stahl: Muh?
  • Cordelia: Well, if you don't have talent, it takes a lot of time and effort to acquire a new skill. And through that process, you learn things that more naturally talented people miss. Like your discovery of the faster tempo.
  • Stahl: Hm... I suppose so.
  • Cordelia: And that persistence leads to you becoming just as good as anyone else. To be honest, there are times when I've thought I'd rather be more like you!
  • Stahl: Hah! Well, we can't BOTH be right!
  • Cordelia: This isn't about right or wrong. It's just two ways of looking at the same problem. ...In any case, your practice has paid off, and I name you my equal in the harp. We should play that duet soon.
  • Stahl: It would be my honor!

S SupportEdit

  • Cordelia: Phew...
  • Stahl: That was wonderful.
  • Cordelia: It was, wasn't it? We played in exquisite harmony and every note was perfect. I'd love to put on a performance for everyone in the camp!
  • Stahl: And I, as well! Cordelia, playing so well as a duet has made me realize something... I think you and I should spend more time together.
  • Cordelia: I'm not sure how that follows...
  • Stahl: What if I were to offer you this ring? Would that make my meaning clear?
  • Cordelia: Stahl!
  • Stahl: Look, I'll understand if your heart belongs to another man... I've known for a long time now that you've had eyes for Chrom. But I can't keep my love a secret any longer.
  • Cordelia: You...know about Chrom?
  • Stahl: Sure, Ever since that birthday bash. The song you played for Chrom was full of love, it was like declaring it to the world. But I thought that if I tried hard enough, I might be able to someday win your heart. Er, so, right... I'll just hold on to this ring in case that day ever comes.
  • Cordelia: Why can't I have it now?
  • Stahl: ...What?
  • Cordelia: You don't need to take Chrom's place. You already have.
  • Stahl: I...have?
  • Cordelia: I've never been happier than when we played together just now. I want to be able to know that joy each and every day!
  • Stahl: Then I shall wake you with the sounds of my harp every morning for the rest of your life!
  • Cordelia: Wonderful! But, er...EVERY morning?

With NowiEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Stahl: Hmm? I hear the chirping of a bird. And it's very close indeed.
  • Nowi: Heya, Stahl! Just the man I wanted to see. Can you spare some of that healing tonic you're always carrying around?
  • Stahl: What do you want it for?
  • Nowi: This little bird hurt his wing, and I want to help him out.
  • Stahl: I'm not sure my tonic works on birds. ...It's mainly for diarrhea.
  • Nowi: Well, THAT'S not going to help. Hmm... Wait, I know! A healing staff should do the trick!
  • Stahl: Nowi, I know you just want to help, but healing staves are very valuable. I'm not sure we can spare one for a bird, regardless of how cute he is.
  • Nowi: What? So we just let it DIE because Chrom might get a boo-boo?!
  • Stahl: Well, Chrom. Or me. ...Er, or anyone, really.
  • Nowi: Ugh! How could you be so cruel! Waaaaaah!
  • Stahl: Gods, maybe she's right. This war is turning me into a heartless brute. Nowi, wait. I'm sorry. You're right. Let's call Lissa and have her help this poor critter.
  • Nowi: *Sniff* R-Really? You'll do that? Thanks, Stahl...

B SupportEdit

  • Stahl: Hey, Nowi. I brought some fresh bandages.
  • Nowi: Thanks, Stahl. The bird is feeling much better now!
  • Stahl: I'm not surprised, with how you've been looking after him.
  • Nowi: Yeah, but I'm tiring of calling him "the bird." I think he needs a name. What do you think of Janaff?
  • Stahl: Er...
  • Nowi: That totally sounds like a bird, right? I thought of it myself, by the way.
  • Stahl: I'm just not sure it's the best idea to give him a name. It'll just make it that much harder when it comes time to part company.
  • Nowi: But we're not going to part company! Me and Janaff will be friends forever.
  • Stahl: Okay, now you're just being absurd. First of all, how are you going to look after him in the middle of battle? And second, what are you going to feed him? We're low on food as it is.
  • Nowi: I'll find a way! I'll be like his mother and take extra good care of him! So can I keep him? Pleeeeeeeeese?
  • Stahl: Oh, for the love of... Fine. I'll talk to Chrom. Maybe you and I can look after him together.
  • Nowi: Yay! Thanks, Stahl!

A SupportEdit

  • Stahl: Janaff seems to be full of beans today.
  • Nowi: Yeah, we just got back from a flight around the camp. It was lots of fun!
  • Stahl: I'm glad you found a friend. Perhaps now it... Hmm? What's that shadow?
  • Nowi: Oh my gosh! Look at that huge flock of birds!
  • Stahl: Janaff seems awfully excited, Nowi. I think maybe he wants to join them.
  • Nowi: What? Now he doesn't! Liar! He's MY friend!
  • Stahl: The flock keeps circling us like they're waiting for something... Nowi, I think Janaff's friends and family have come to take him home.
  • Nowi: No! I'M his family now! I'm his mother! I'm going to turn into a dragon and chase those stupid birds away!
  • Stahl: You can't do that, Nowi.
  • Nowi: But... But...!
  • Stahl: What do you think Janaff would want? ...I mean, besides more worms. Do you really want to keep him from his true family? From his friends?
  • Nowi: Oh fiiine. I know you're right, but it's still sad and unfair. I'm s-sorry, Janaff. I shouldn't have tried to hold you against your will. *sniff* You can... *sob* go... *sniffle* If you really... want to...
  • Stahl: Wow! Look how fast he flew into the flock! He looks happy, doesn't he? He's doing little somersaults in the air. Farewell, Janaff! May all your meals be huge grubs and the like!
  • Nowi: *Sniff* Bye, Janaff. I hope you have fun...with all your friends...
  • Stahl: ...And he's gone.
  • Nowi: *Siiiiiiiiigh*
  • Stahl: You did the right thing, Nowi.
  • Nowi: H-he was my best friend ever... *sniff* Oh gods, I miss him so much! Waaaaaaaaaaaah! Janaaaaaaaaaff!
  • Stahl: Heh. Easy there, Nowi. We don't want you to pull something...

S SupportEdit

  • Stahl: Nowi?
  • Nowi: Hee hee. Hi, Stahl.
  • Stahl: What are you up to? You're looking inordinately cheery.
  • Nowi: Last night, I had a dream where I was flying through the sky with Janaff! He said he visited me in my dream to tell me he was doing okay.
  • Stahl: Hey, that's great! He must have really cared for you.
  • Nowi: By the way, why are you here? Do you want something?
  • Stahl: Um, yes, actually. I've been thinking about you lately. Ever since you released Janaff, I mean. Seeing you make such a huge sacrifice for the happiness of someone else... Well, it kind of made me realize that I have feelings for you. So, um, I got you this ring. ...If you'll take it.
  • Nowi: Does this mean you want to get married?
  • Stahl: Oh, good. You know about this, then. I was afraid I'd have to explain and... Well, yes, Nowi. I want to get married.
  • Nowi: And if we marry, that makes us family, right?
  • Stahl: It sure does. You and me and all the little birds we can adopt.
  • Nowi: Never mind birds! I wanna be a mom and have dozens of children!
  • Stahl: Er, dozens?
  • Nowi: Oh, okay. Maybe just one dozen. Anyway, can I have the ring now?
  • Stahl: R-right. Of course.

With TharjaEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Stahl: Hey there, Tharja. Catch!
  • Tharja: ...A fig? And what do you want me to do with this?
  • Stahl: Just thought you might be hungry. You barely touched your lunch, and you're pretty scrawny, yeah? Figured a nice juicy fig might hit the spot.
  • Tharja: You were spying on me in the mess tent?
  • Stahl: Well, I'd hardly call it "spying"... I mean, it's a public space, right? Anyway, I just noticed you were pushing beans around with a fork.
  • Tharja: Oh. Well, all right then. Very thoughtful of you.
  • Stahl: I actually have a whole bag. I could leave 'em right here if you—
  • Tharja: One is enough.
  • Stahl: Right. Got it. Well, I guess I'd better, um... Yeah. Just let me know if I can do anything else for you, all right?
  • Tharja: I am suspicious of this unbidden kindness.
  • Stahl: Sorry, what was that?
  • Tharja: Nothing, nothing... ...... You know, in my home, it is customary for new friends to exchange locks of hair. Perhaps you would give me a strand or two from your head.
  • Stahl: Huh? Oh, well, sure, I guess. I mean, if it's a custom...
  • Tharja: Thank you. You have been most helpful... Eee hee hee...

B SupportEdit

  • Stahl: Hey, Tharja. You have a moment? I was wondering about that hair-custom thing. See, because I've been asking around, and no one else has ever heard of it.
  • Tharja: You mean that nonsense about friends exchanging bits of hair?
  • Stahl: Er, nonsense?
  • Tharja: Hee! I'm a dark mage. You know what people like me do with locks of hair, right?
  • Stahl: Hey, wait a second... Y-you're not gonna put a hex on me?
  • Tharja: Oh, don't look so put out about it. It's really a tiny little thing. It just forces you to speak the truth to me... Or else die in a horribly painful manner.
  • Stahl: What?! But that's so...mean.
  • Tharja: Now, speak! Why are you so kind to me? Answer with truth, or else!
  • Stahl: *Gulp* I was... I mean, I was just kind of...um...concerned.
  • Tharja: You thought I might be a Plegian spy? Yes, I figured as much. But you should know I never liked that dastard Gangrel. What kind of king would sacrifice his realm to suit his own twisted goals? It's a travesty he ever took the throne.
  • Stahl: No, that's not what—
  • Tharja: I have been loyal to Chrom from the very beginning. Not that I imagine any of you sad sacks will believe me.
  • Stahl: That's not what I meant when I said I was concerned, Tharja.
  • Tharja: Oh, this should be interesting. So what exactly did you mean?
  • Stahl: Look, you always seem to be sitting off on your own without any friends. I thought you might be lonely. That's all.
  • Tharja: If I wanted friends, I would conjure them forth from the black abyss!
  • Stahl: Rrr...right. Got it. I'll just be...walking...over here now.
  • Tharja: Oh, stop. You don't have to go. I'm just surprised that you are what you claim to be. That's all.

A SupportEdit

  • Stahl: Hey, Tharja. Whatcha doing with that big crystal orb?
  • Tharja: Divination.
  • Stahl: Soooo, is that some kind of hex or what?
  • Tharja: Divination is the art of seeing into the future. Right now I'm trying to see who is going to win our next battle.
  • Stahl: N-no! Don't do that!
  • Tharja: ...Come again?
  • Stahl: If you see victory for us, we might get complacent and lose. And if you see defeat, we'll give up before we've even tried. Don't you see? No good can come of what you're doing.
  • Tharja: I suppose that's one way to look at it. I thought you'd be more confident.
  • Stahl: Oh, no. I go into every battle expecting to get my lunch handed to me.
  • Tharja: How inspiring.
  • Stahl: But don't worry! You're my special friend! I'll die before I let anything happen to you!
  • Tharja: ...What?
  • Stahl: Oh gods. Did I really just say "special friend"? I meant "stalwart ally." That's it! That's all.
  • Tharja: That's weird.
  • Stahl: Ugh... Well, you're the one who put that stupid truth spell on me. I can't help it if everything I say comes out in shades of pink.
  • Tharja: Hmm. I'd forgotten about that.
  • Stahl: Still, it's funny. Having to speak the truth is almost...relaxing, in a way.
  • Tharja: That's the first time one of my victims has thanked me. ...... Still, if you are so eager to be friends, perhaps it wouldn't be so terrible.
  • Stahl: Really? You mean it? My heart bounds like a thousand fluffy kittens! ...... Uh, do you think you could remove this hex now?

S SupportEdit

  • Stahl: Ha! Hya! Eeeya! ...Nope. Still not right.
  • Tharja: You'll get it eventually.
  • Stahl: Yeah, but when? I need to hone my skills if I want to serve Chrom and the others. Plus you'll never like me if I don't get strong and powerful.
  • Tharja: ...Like you?
  • Stahl: I mean, you're always strong and tough and scary, right? Well, I'm not. I'm just some guy who floats through life on a breeze. So if I don't get stronger, I'm never...you know. Gonna have a chance.
  • Tharja: Bashing a practice dummy to smithereens will not improve my opinion of you.
  • Stahl: Yeah, but it couldn't hurt, right?
  • Tharja: You're missing the point. Your modesty and flightiness ARE your strengths. They are also...oddly charming.
  • Stahl: Wait, really? They are?
  • Tharja: Yes, I suppose. Though gods help me if I understand why.
  • Stahl: Oh, Tharja! Marry me!
  • Tharja: Is this some kind of joke?
  • Stahl: I love you! I hunger for you with the passion of ten thousand dying suns! I can't breathe around you. I... *wheeze* *gasp* Look, I even went out and got a ring and everything. ...Please?
  • Tharja: For someone so mild mannered, you can be quite forceful... Very well. I accept.
  • Stahl: Really?! WOO! Tharja, this is the best day of my entire life! And you know that's true because I'd die a horrible death if I lied to you.
  • Tharja: Actually, I removed that curse some time ago.
  • Stahl: You removed... Wait, what?!
  • Tharja: Oh, yes. You had the power to hold your tongue all along.
  • Stahl: Really? ...REALLY really? ...... I think all the kittens in my heart just died of shame...

With OliviaEdit

C SupportEdit

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

B SupportEdit

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

A SupportEdit

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

S SupportEdit

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

With ChercheEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Stahl: Phew... Another load done. Just one more basket and... Hmm? Now whose cloak is this?
  • Cherche: Hello, Stahl. I see it's your turn for laundry duty today.
  • Stahl: Oh, hey, Cherche. Say, do you know whose cloak this is? It has the most delightful smell!
  • Cherche: Oh, that's mine. I sprinkle it with a special fragrance I find soothing. It helps me get a good night's rest, even when we're camped in the wilds.
  • Stahl: *Sniff* Gods, it's like nothing I've ever smelled before!
  • Cherche: It smells of home to me. It's quite common back where I come from.
  • Stahl: It's interesting how things vary from place to place. Smells, fashion, art, manners...
  • Cherche: Before the empire swallowed up all of Valm, the land was split into small, unique realms. You can see these differences today as you move from town to town.
  • Stahl: Someday I'm going to buy you an ale and you have to tell me all about it! But, um, what about the cloak? Won't all the smell run out if I wash it?
  • Cherche: That's fine. I'll just add more fragrance when you're done.
  • Stahl: Then laundered it shall be!
  • Cherche: You know, people in some areas of Valm have unusual ways of washing clothes. If you're interested, we can do the laundry together and I'll show you some tricks.
  • Stahl: Milady, I will ALWAYS take free assistance on laundry day. Plus you can tell me more about Valm as we work!
  • Cherche: And in return, you can tell me some things about Ylisse. Er, and speaking of manners and customs, it is... Um... Well, in my land it's considered very bad form to go sniffing a lady's cloak.
  • Stahl: Then why do you make it smell so good? It's like a trap!
  • Cherche: Heh. I suppose it is, at that.

B SupportEdit

  • Stahl: Tents? ...Check. Stew meat? ...Check. Firewood? ...Uh-oh. Low on firewood.
  • Cherche: Is something the matter?
  • Stahl: Oh, hey, Cherche. No, nothing's the matter, per se.
  • Cherche: Is that so? You look worried. Furrowed brow and all that.
  • Stahl: Oh, you can just ignore that. My brow furrows pretty easily.
  • Cherche: Being naturally frowny must cause many a misunderstanding, hah! Or perhaps it just makes people feel more solicitous toward you...
  • Stahl: Hah! I'd never thought of it as an advantage before.
  • Cherche: You know, it seems like every time I see you, you're engaged in another chore.
  • Stahl: I volunteer a lot. I just enjoy keeping things...tidy, I guess. Plus, you don't want some of those axe slingers going anywhere near your laundry...
  • Cherche: Well, I think it's very admirable. Perhaps you could use a hand?
  • Stahl: Well, I WAS just about to head out to collect more firewood... Perhaps you'd care to accompany me to the forest? I can use your talents if we stumble across any fell beasts.
  • Cherche: Back in my village, an invitation to collect firewood indicates romantic interest. Something to do with firewood igniting the flames of passion in the girl's heart...
  • Stahl: Wha—?! G-good gracious, truly? I... I meant no offense. I swear! ...Also, that is a really weird first date. I'm just saying.
  • Cherche: Heh heh. Oh, it's quite all right. How were you to know? In any case, I'll help out, and you can tell me more about the culture of Ylisse.
  • Stahl: Sounds like a plan.

A SupportEdit

  • Cherche: Here, Stahl. This is for you.
  • Stahl: Oh, what a beautiful handkerchief! Thank you. ...Did you make it?
  • Cherche: I wanted to give you something in return for all your stories of Ylisse. I'm not an expert at needlework, but it's the thought that matters, right?
  • Stahl: I think it's great! I'd buy this in a store!
  • Cherche: That's very kind of you to say. You taught me so much about the culture of Ylisse that I'm quite anxious to visit. In fact, when this war is over, I'm planning to tour its most famous sights.
  • Stahl: That's funny, because when peace comes, I've decided to visit YOUR homeland. I want to help reunite families and rebuild their towns and villages.
  • Cherche: You have a generous heart, but that should really be my job. Besides, your duty is to the reconstruction of Ylisse, is it not?
  • Stahl: Yes, but I have to at least visit Valm. I mean, we DID collect firewood together.
  • Cherche: Hah!
  • Stahl: No, but seriously. I consider you a good friend, Cherche. And since our last talk, I've been studying the customs of your country. This handkerchief is a gift given from one best friend to another, is it not? So forget Ylisse! There are plenty there who can rebuild better than I. Instead, I shall work to rebuild the country of my dear, close friend, Cherche!
  • Cherche: Why, Stahl, that's very sweet of you. But, I think you made a mistake. The gift of the handkerchief is only significant when exchanged between women. From a woman to a man, it has no meaning at all. ...Well, other than a nice gift.
  • Stahl: O-oh, is that true? Oh, gosh, it is, isn't it? Blast, this is MOST embarrassing... Why didn't I read that passage more carefully?
  • Cherche: It's quite all right. I'm flattered you thought to read about my country at all. Besides, who cares if you don't know all the ins and outs of my culture? You're pleased to be my friend, and that's all that matters. I would be happy to call you the same.
  • Stahl: I'd like that very much.
  • Cherche: Friendship is the best way to build bridges between cultures, don't you think?
  • Stahl: Absolutely!

S SupportEdit

  • Stahl: Cherche, do you have a moment?
  • Cherche: Yes, what's on your mind?
  • Stahl: I wanted to apologize again for not knowing about the handkerchief thing.
  • Cherche: Don't be silly! What's a little mistake between friends anyway?
  • Stahl: We have become good friends, haven't we?
  • Cherche: You sound almost...dissatisfied about that. Or is that your naturally furrowed brow?
  • Stahl: I think you have the right of it, Cherche. Dissatisfaction, I mean.
  • Cherche: What are you saying?
  • Stahl: Cherche, when I'm with you, I want something more than friendship. I misinterpreted your gift last time, but this time there can be no mistake. So...here.
  • Cherche: You're giving me a ring?
  • Stahl: It's an Ylissean custom. It means I want to marry you.
  • Cherche: I know. We have the same custom in Valm.
  • Stahl: Great. Then my intention should be crystal clear! I love you, Cherche, and friendship just isn't enough anymore. I want us to be man and wife, and maybe raise a family together. I want your home to be my home, and I want to help rebuild your country. What do you say, Cherche? Shall we build a future together?
  • Cherche: You look worried again.
  • Stahl: Er, I was going for more of an earnest and beseeching kind of thing...
  • Cherche: Yes, I see it now. A pleading look, especially around the eyes. Are you sure you want to abandon Ylisee and throw in your lot with Valm? When your ardor cools and reality sets in, you may well regret your decision.
  • Stahl: The ring symbolizes a lifelong oath. I shall not break it.
  • Cherche: Then I must make a promise, too. Stahl, I will love you and honor you for the rest of my life.
  • Stahl: Y-you will? Oh, thank you, Cherche! You won't regret this!
  • Cherche: I know. Because if you break your oath, I'll have Minerva devour you whole.
  • Stahl: Oh, my! Is that another one of Valm's customs? Never fear my love—that is certainly not going to be necessary!
  • Cherche: Good! Then we're agreed.

With Owain (Son)Edit

C SupportEdit

  • Owain: A foul sense hangs in the air... My sword hand throbs dully! Hngh?! Wh-what's this? Blood...raging! ... A different sort of blood rage than usual!
  • Stahl: Owain? Is everything all right?
  • Owain: STAY BACK, FATHER! You mustn't come any closer!
  • Stahl: 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!
  • Stahl: ...Er, I'm confused. Are you under some 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!
  • Stahl: 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!
  • (Stahl leaves)
  • Owain: Given a moment, I'm sure it will abate! I've weathered far worse than... Er, Father? ...ACK! Did he seriously go to get Mother?! Suddenly I don't feel so well...

B SupportEdit

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

A SupportEdit

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

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?!
  • Stahl: 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!
  • Stahl: ......
  • Inigo: You're staring, Father. Is there something on my face?
  • Stahl: 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.
  • Stahl: For someone who came from an apocalyptic hellscape, you're awfully carefree. Seems like you haven't a care in the world past whose bed you'll be sharing tonight. Lucina's so driven and serious... It's strange you don't have any of that purpose.
  • Inigo: No purpose?! I'll have you know I'm EXTREMELY driven!
  • Stahl: Oh, is that so?
  • Inigo: Indeed! I will not rest until every woman in the realm swoons at just hearing my name!
  • Stahl: ...Your purpose in life is to be popular with girls? You literally traveled across time...to be popular with girls?!
  • Inigo: To be popular with ALL girls. Genius, I know. But stop, Father. You're making me blush.
  • Stahl: I... I don't even know what to say.
  • Inigo: What? It never bothered you when Mother would blush in front of you!
  • Stahl: No, that's not what... Where do I even begin? Suddenly I'm feeling very tired... I'm going on ahead.
  • (Stahl leaves)
  • Inigo: ...... ...Not a care in the world, huh? Not a thought in my head, he means! For being such a softy with everyone else, he sure doesn't pull any punches with me...

B SupportEdit

  • Inigo: Ow! This one's pretty bad. I can't go back to camp like this...
  • Stahl: 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!
  • Stahl: ...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!
  • Stahl: This is a serious injury, Inigo! Why didn't you say something?
  • Inigo: What, and ruin my reputation? The ladies want Inigo the Invincible.
  • Stahl: Gods, ENOUGH, Inigo!
  • Inigo: ...Father?
  • Stahl: 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!
  • Stahl: 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?!
  • Stahl: Inigo, I didn't—
  • Inigo: You may think me a dandy and a fool, but a lot of people depend on me in the future. Every day, I was out there fighting Risen and risking my life. With everyone looking to me to be strong, I had no choice. I HAD to be invincible. I couldn't complain or show any weakness. Not with everyone else struggling in that damn war-torn wasteland... Even with you and Mother gone, I had to pretend I was fine. That I wasn't hurting. I had to fight every day of my sorry life and wear a smile while I did it!
  • Stahl: ......
  • Inigo: ...You said I looked like I didn't have a care in the world? Well, sorry to tell you, but that's not all 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.
  • Stahl: Inigo, listen...
  • Inigo: That said, I do appreciate the concern... I'll get the leg looked at.
  • (Inigo leaves)
  • Stahl: ...... I... I had no idea...

A SupportEdit

  • Stahl: Inigo. I wanted to speak with you.
  • Inigo: Hey, Father! Here, have a look! My leg's all healed, see?
  • Stahl: That's good, Son.
  • Inigo: Thanks for making me get it looked at. ...And... I'm sorry to have worried you.
  • Stahl: 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.
  • Stahl: Still...
  • Inigo: Seriously, it's fine! Cheer up!
  • Stahl: Huh?
  • Inigo: You always seem so gloomy lately. Let's see a smile for once!
  • Stahl: 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?
  • Stahl: ...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.
  • Stahl: 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.
  • Stahl: Ha! You can stop kidding now, Inigo. I'm already smiling.
  • Inigo: Oh, I'm not kidding... All the stuff about the girls—it was never a part of the act.
  • Stahl: 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!
  • Stahl: 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.
  • Stahl: 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.
  • Stahl: Um...
  • Brady: Well...? Whaddya waitin' for? A royal invitation? It's all set and ready to go—just the way you like it.
  • Stahl: Uh, Brady?
  • Brady: Let's step it up, old-timer! Tea ain't gettin' any hotter!
  • Stahl: Oh, right. S-sorry... *sip* ...But, Brady?
  • Brady: Yeah?
  • Stahl: 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.
  • Stahl: 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?
  • Stahl: 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 now!
  • Stahl: Er, what exactly did she tell you?
  • Brady: Oh, don't you worry. I'm gonna have me a nice, long chat with dear ol' Ma! You just sit there and drink your damn tea. So long, old-timer! ...Oh, and set this on top of the pot. It keeps the tea warm.
  • (Brady leaves)
  • Stahl: ...When did my life get so weird?

B SupportEdit

  • Brady: Sorry about last time, old timer.
  • Stahl: What, the tea? Hardly something to apologize for. I was happy for the chance to chat.
  • Brady: Well, good. But I still feel bad you wound up drinking alone. Anyway, I brought my violin by way of apologizin'.
  • Stahl: ...Sorry?
  • Brady: Yeah, exactly. I wanna say I'm sorry, and I heard that requires a violin performance.
  • Stahl: 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.
  • Stahl: 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—
  • Stahl: Brady, wait.
  • Brady: What?!
  • Stahl: As long as you're here, let's 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.
  • Stahl: 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—
  • Stahl: Heh heh...
  • Brady: ...What are ya laughing for? I ain't even at the punchline yet.
  • Stahl: I'm just glad we're able to talk like this, Brady. I'll admit, I was a little shocked when I first saw you. You seemed a bit...scary.
  • Brady: Yeah, well. Sorry I'm all scary. I guess if you don't like it, do a better job of raising the real deal.
  • Stahl: What, you mean the Brady from this era?
  • Brady: Yeah. I ain't your real son, anyway. I mean, not exactly.
  • Stahl: ...... 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.
  • Stahl: 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 decided not to cry, and then ya go and say crap like that... *sniffle* I was lyin' about what I said before, Pop! It does matter to me! Please don't forget me! Just...remember that we were good pals once, yeah? Real chums.
  • Stahl: I could never forget you, Son. I'll remember you till the day I die and love you as my future self would.
  • Brady: Okay, no more talk of dyin'. If you go boots up before me, I'll douse your grave in more tea than ya can stand. I'll play my violin and do a backflip if I have to. Don't try me, old-timer!
  • Stahl: Well then, it's settled. Guess your pop can't very well die now, can he?

With Kjelle (Daughter)Edit

C SupportEdit

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

B SupportEdit

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

A SupportEdit

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

With Severa (Daughter)Edit

C SupportEdit

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

B SupportEdit

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

A SupportEdit

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

With Gerome (Son)Edit

C SupportEdit

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

B SupportEdit

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

A SupportEdit

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

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.
  • Stahl: 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!
  • Stahl: 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?
  • Stahl: 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)
  • Stahl: Well, he's certainly got energy to spare...

B SupportEdit

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

A SupportEdit

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

With Yarne (Son)Edit

C SupportEdit

  • Yarne: ...... ......
  • Stahl: 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.
  • Stahl: 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...
  • Stahl: 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?
  • Stahl: Huh?
  • Yarne: See, I'd been assuming that all I had to do was make sure you both stayed alive. Eventually you'd have me, and poof! My existence would be guaranteed. But that would all change if you left Mother for another woman before I was born. The very instant you made that decision, I would just wink out of existence! The thought of it sends a chill down my spine. Brrrrrr...
  • Stahl: ...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!
  • Stahl: Now hold on just one minute!
  • Yarne: Don't worry, I'll make an exception for temporary dalliances during battle. ...Just so long as the fraternizing STAYS on the battlefield! Anyway, I've got to be going. But remember: I'm watching you!
  • (Yarne leaves)
  • Stahl: Oh, for gods' sake...

B SupportEdit

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

A SupportEdit

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

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.
  • Stahl: Ha! You sound just like your mother, Laurent.
  • Laurent: Naturally. She IS my mother.
  • Stahl: 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.
  • Stahl: Oh? Like what?
  • Laurent: Like...the color of my hair.
  • Stahl: Er, well, that's true, but it's not exactly what I was talking about. Anything more substantive? Maybe you prefer second and third breakfasts?
  • Laurent: Hmm, no. My bearing in that respect is profoundly normal. Very much to my relief, if I might be perfectly frank.
  • Stahl: See, that's what I mean. You're always so serious and verbose...You could stand to loosen up a bit. Maybe act a bit more your age.
  • Laurent: We're at war, Father. Acting like a child is hardly behavior to be encouraged. Besides, I'm a grown man. Older than Lucina at this point, I suspect.
  • Stahl: 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.
  • Stahl: Laurent, wait! ...What was all that about?

B SupportEdit

  • Stahl: Hello, Laurent.
  • Laurent: Father. How may I help you?
  • Stahl: 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.
  • Stahl: 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.
  • Stahl: So you've been in this era for five years all by yourself?
  • Laurent: Yes. So as you see, I'm far too old to be indulging in childish behaviors. I trust that explanation has cleared up your confusion? Now, if you'll excuse me...
  • Stahl: 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 again, I am a grown man. ...I managed fine on my one.
  • Stahl: Laurent...

A SupportEdit

  • Stahl: Laurent.
  • Laurent: More questions, Father? I thought I was quite clear before.
  • Stahl: 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?!
  • Stahl: Ah-hah! So you CAN smile!
  • Laurent: I beg your pardon?!
  • Stahl: 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!
  • Stahl: 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...
  • Stahl: And you're not alone anymore, so stop isolating yourself. You've got friends, and you've got me.
  • Laurent: ...... You're right. All the time, it was... I was so lonely. Year after year, all alone... Wandering an era where I knew no one. Hoping to meet with the others but knowing how miniscule my chances were... I had no one to help me. No one to lend an ear to my despair. It was...awful. Many nights, I thought I'd die alone. That the pain would kill me, or...
  • Stahl: 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*
  • Stahl: 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.
  • Stahl: That's...an oddly specific hex. But wait, why would she do that in the first place?
  • Noire: It's nothing new. *sniffle* Mother is always trying out some new spell or another. Every time she comes up with one, she *sniiiff* uses me as her guinea pig.
  • Stahl: Poor dear... Here, take my handkerchief.
  • Noire: Th-thank you... *HOOONK!*
  • Stahl: 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.
  • Stahl: Ouch. That's...kind of pathetic.
  • Noire: ...Yep. *sniff*
  • Stahl: 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

  • Stahl: *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.
  • Stahl: I'm not crying. *sniff* Your mother hit me with a five-day runny-nose curse.
  • Noire: Just like before...
  • Stahl: Urgh... You did say this was how it played out in the future... *sniff* Well, 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.
  • Stahl: I guess some things were simply meant to be...
  • Noire: Maybe you're right. Maybe we're all fated to trace the same path as we did before...
  • Stahl: Hmm?
  • Noire: My coming back didn't change you, Father. So why should it change anything? It'll all happen again. My parents will die, and I'll be left alone... Why did I even bother coming back if it means watching my life fall apart again? Why... *sniff*
  • Stahl: *Sniff* Oh, don't cry, dear.
  • Noire: FOOL! THESE ARE NO TEARS!
  • Stahl: Er...dear?
  • 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!
  • Stahl: Noire?! What are you...
  • Noire: *Ahem* ...I'm sorry, Father. I think I need to step out and clear my head...
  • Stahl: Noire, wait! There's no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*

A SupportEdit

  • Stahl: Do you have a moment, Noire?
  • Noire: Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?
  • Stahl: Have a look.
  • Noire: ...Eeeek! M-Mother's cursing implements! Gods, there's so many... Father, what are you planning to do to me?
  • Stahl: Hah, nothing to you, Noire. I confiscated these from your mother so she couldn't put any more weird hexes on you.
  • Noire: You...you took away Mother's tools? But...you never did anything like this before...
  • Stahl: 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.
  • Stahl: 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.
  • Stahl: Nothing's taking me away from you again. Not even death.
  • Noire: That's...a little much, perhaps? But thanks.
  • Stahl: Wait... Do you feel that? A sudden sense of foreboding; a fury rising from the shadows... A Risen ambush? No... Bears? Is it bears? No... Urk! I-it's your mother! And she's FURIOUS!
  • Noire: She must have realized you took all her toys.
  • Stahl: Uh-oh. 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!
  • Stahl: What's wrong. Nah? You seem like you're in quite a mood.
  • Nah: Oh, hello, Father. I was just thinking about Mother again... How do you stand her? Don't you find her incredibly childish? Annoying, even? She spends almost all of her time running around camp playing games.
  • Stahl: How odd. I was just thinking how the two of you are alike in many ways... But no, I don't find her annoying. It's who she is—I wouldn't want her to change.
  • Nah: Tsk! Father, you're MUCH too kind. If you're always this tolerant, she'll never learn to act her age!
  • Stahl: 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—
  • Stahl: 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?
  • Stahl: No, no... I was well aware of her...frivolous side. I find it charming. Yes, that's it. Charming.
  • Nah: You know what, Father? I don't believe you one bit. Come now, spit it out. Why DID you marry her?
  • Stahl: Enough! You shouldn't be talking about your mother like this.
  • (Stahl leaves)
  • Nah: Hey, stop! Don't run away from me! WAAAAAAIT!

B SupportEdit

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

A SupportEdit

  • Stahl: Nah...
  • Nah: Why, hello, Father. What can I do for you?
  • Stahl: 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.
  • Stahl: 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.
  • Stahl: 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 they would come back for me...
  • Stahl: ...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...
  • Stahl: I'm sorry, Nah. I've been blind this whole time... I'll tell you anything you want—even the embarrassing story of our courtship... And if you're ever feeling lost or sad, I'll be right here for you. As long as I'm around, you won't ever be lonely again.
  • Nah: T-truly? Do you really mean it?! Oh, thank you, Father!
  • Stahl: 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!
  • Stahl: *Sigh* All right, well...as you know, your mother has always looked young, and...

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