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With ChromEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Chrom: Hmm? Oh, hey, Sully.
  • Sully: Hello, Chrom.
  • Chrom: Are you here alone? I thought you'd be with Lissa and the rest of the women.
  • Sully: Why, so I can make dinner for all the brave men? Nuts to that. I'll tend the fire.
  • Chrom: That seems like a lot of hard work for one person.
  • Sully: Would you rather I cook? Or sew? No thanks. I hate all that crap.
  • Chrom: Huh. Well, I guess I understand. You don't seem like much of a... Er...
  • Sully: What? A lady? Go ahead. Say it. No sweat off my thighs.
  • Chrom: Okay then! I guess everyone has their own special talents. Say, I can't really cook or sew either. I can at least help you with the fire?
  • Sully: Har! You're all right, Chrom.

B SupportEdit

  • Chrom: Oh, hey, Sully.
  • Sully: Hello, Chrom.
  • Chrom: Where are you taking all that equipment? Would you like some help?
  • Sully: Pfft! This is nothing. I'm just trying to clean up around this craphole.
  • Chrom: It seems like every time I see you, you're working like there's no tomorrow. Just try not to overdo it, all right? It's not worth it if you wear yourself out.
  • Sully: Wear myself out? Har! That's the point, Chrom. This is part of my training regimen.
  • Chrom: You're training to...clean a tent?
  • Sully: Gods, but you're dense. I'm training my MUSCLES! Lugging stuff builds pure strength a hell of a lot faster than sparring. Also helps with balance and coordination. You know. All that crap.
  • Chrom: Oh. I guess that makes sense. Plus the tent gets clean!
  • Sully: Yeah, I've always been efficient like that. Any chance to train is a chance I'll take.
  • Chrom: I bet you've built up some real strength. How about a little demonstration?
  • Sully: Har! Come at me, little man. Just don't start crying when I wipe the floor with you.

A SupportEdit

  • Chrom: Gnya! Yah!
  • Sully: HURAAAAAGH! GRAAAAGH!
  • Chrom: *Huff, huff* Haaaa... I'm...impressed, Sully. ...Whew! There's more force behind your strikes than ever. It's like trying to fend off a bear.
  • Sully: *Huff, huff* Har... Thanks, Chrom. That means something, coming from you. Your defense is rock solid. It's like sparring with a damn wall. Guess you haven't been slacking either.
  • Chrom: I was always taught that the best shortcut is the one you never take. Nothing for it but to put in the hours.
  • Sully: Har! I remember that speech! Damn, that brings me back...
  • Chrom: You remember playing bandit king? How we used to wallop each other with sticks?
  • Sully: How much things have changed...and how much they haven't, har! But yeah, we played rough back then. Boys and girls alike. Remember how we used to sneak out of town to climb trees in the woods? Those were some damn good times...
  • Chrom: Yes, we've come a long way, Sully, and yet we're still evenly matched.
  • Sully: Damn straight! No way I'm letting some cheese-eating royal leave me in the dust. That's half the reason I train, you know? So you won't have the satisfaction.
  • Chrom: Sully? I hope you never change. You're the only woman I can still do this with. You know that?
  • Sully: That's because the other women decided to become a bunch of damn LADIES. Aw, hell. Some days I wonder if maybe I...
  • Chrom: Oh no you don't. You're perfect, just the way you are. I wouldn't change a thing, at least. We can spar. We can speak as equals. It's one small part of my past that's unchanged, and...it anchors me.
  • Sully: ...Are you messing with me? Well, hell, Chrom. If it works for you, I won't go changing for anybody else.
  • Chrom: Good. See that you don't. ...That's an order.
  • Sully: Pfft. Like I'd ever listen to you.

S SupportEdit

  • Sully: Oh, Chrom! There you are.
  • Chrom: What is it, Sully? Are you ready for another round of sparring?
  • Sully: No. Not today, anyway.
  • Chrom: Oh, all right. So what did you need?
  • Sully: Look, you remember the other day when you said I was part of your past? You said I anchor you, and um... What did you mean by that?
  • Chrom: What did I mean? Er. I guess... I don't know. I guess I just said what I was thinking without really...thinking. I don't want you to change for anyone, Sully. I want you to always be yourself. Sorry, I know that's pretty vague.
  • Sully: No, it's good enough. You just... You accept me for who I am.
  • Chrom: Yes, of course.
  • Sully: But that's only because you see me as the same damn tomboy you knew as a kid! Other girls all went and became LADIES, but good ol' Sully's still one of the guys!
  • Chrom: But I thought you liked being treated like one of the guys?
  • Sully: Gods bless it, no! I'm not! I'm a woman, too, dammit! Yeah, maybe I can't cook, or clean, and I burn all the laundry, but...
  • Chrom: Sully, what do you want to say?
  • Sully: Rragh! I'm just... I don't... I like you. You know? Like...that. Like a girl...likes a guy?
  • Chrom: ...Oh.
  • Sully: So, um, yeah. As a guy, do you think you might...feel the same? Maybe...forever?
  • Chrom: Are you... Are you proposing to me?
  • Sully: GAH! D-do you have to just come out and say it like that?! I've never asked anything like this before in my life, Chrom. You're killing me here!
  • Chrom: I just had to be sure we were thinking the same thing. The answer is yes, Sully. Yes!
  • Sully: What?!
  • Chrom: You're offering to be with me, right? I'd be lying if I didn't say you feel like one of the guys sometimes, but so what? That just means we're more similar than most couples. It's hardly a bad thing.
  • Sully: But I'm NOT a guy, you bastard! I'm asking you as a woman!
  • Chrom: I know! I get it! And I'm saying yes as a man.
  • Sully: R-really? Just like that?
  • Chrom: It's all right for a woman to have skill in battle, you know? And last I checked, there's no law requiring laundry skills in order to marry. I care about you, Sully. I care about you a very great deal. I always have... I just hope you know what you're getting into. Carrying a nation on your shoulders is a massive responsibility. Half of that would fall on you. Are you sure it's a load you want to bear?
  • Sully: Are you joking? Have you seen my shoulders? Anyone gives you trouble, Chrom, you just send 'em over to me.
  • Chrom: Now that's the kind of rock-solid support a ruler needs! And so I pledge my support in return. For this day, and every day to come. ...Here. This is for you.
  • Sully: Holy crap! A signet ring from the royal house of Ylisse! I don't know, Chrom. It looks so...extravagant.
  • Chrom: My parents had it made for me when I was born. I've always kept it close, and I see no reason to change that now. The only difference is that it will now be attached to an even greater treasure.
  • Sully: Chrom, it's... It's beautiful. Thank you.
  • Chrom: Ha! Now I'm the one blushing. I suppose we'll have to get used to this. Good thing we have the rest of our lives.
  • Sully: I may be your anchor, but right now I could just fly away! I... I love you, Chrom. I think I always have.

Special DialogueEdit

Triggered automatically at the conclusion of Chapter 11 if Chrom's highest Support value is with Sully and neither are already married.
  • Sully: Ho, Captain! You hurt? I was concerned.
  • Chrom: No, I'm fine, Sully. I just... Wait. You were...concerned?
  • Sully: Yes, you arse-head! Concerned! I have a mouth of filth, not a heart of stone!
  • Chrom: Ha ha! Same old Sully... You know, sometimes I forget... You've always been there for me. You've been fighting at my side for years, you know?
  • Sully: Of course I know! I was there, remember?!
  • Chrom: Hold on, Sully, I'm being serious. Just listen for a moment. You've been coming to my rescue for as long as the Shepherds have existed. And I've needed a lot of rescuing...
  • Sully: You dolt, don't you know that's because I... *Ahem* I mean, it's my duty, sir. But you sell yourself short, Captain. Most men would collapse rather than suffer through a fraction of what you've been through. But you shoulder it alone, and without complain. You're a damn good man! You're...amazing.
  • Chrom: ......
  • Sully: ......
  • Chrom: Sully, what you said just now...
  • Sully: The arse-head bit?
  • Chrom: *Sigh* No, after that—about how I go it alone. I don't want to anymore, Sully. I want to have a partner to share it with, the good and the bad, all of it. My sister always followed her heart, so now I'm going to follow mine... Sully...will you marry me?
  • Sully: ...Har har har! Oh, that's rich, Captain! Damn, you sure know how to... Um, how to... Oh, crap. You're serious, aren't you?
  • Chrom: Perhaps this might answer your question?
  • Sully: A-a ring?! But this bears the Ylissean crest! You shouldn't—
  • Chrom: My parents had it made to celebrate my birth. They wanted me to give it to the woman I would spend my life with. Take it. Take it and know I will fight with you and for you until my last breath.
  • Sully: This is... Oh, Chrom. I can't friggin' believe this!
  • Chrom: I'll need to ask for a bit of patience for the near future... My first duty must be to heal the scars of war and assume my role for the people. But then, we can begin our life together.
  • Sully: Oh, I'm not going ANYWHERE! ...It's funny. I've known you so long, we're practically one mind. But I didn't see this coming at all. I feel...happy. Happy beyond belief. What have you done to me, you damned son of a griffon?!
  • Chrom: I know together we can bring joy back to the royal palace. I'll do everything I can to make the castle a happy home for us...my love.
  • Sully: Okay, THAT'S going to take some getting used to.

With Male AvatarEdit

C SupportEdit

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

B SupportEdit

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

A SupportEdit

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

S SupportEdit

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

With Female AvatarEdit

C SupportEdit

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

B SupportEdit

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

A SupportEdit

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

With FrederickEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Sully: There you are, Frederick! I thought you might be up for a little sparring.
  • Frederick: Certainly, Sully. ...All right, you may strike whenever you are ready.
  • Sully: Get ready for a whuppin'! Hiiiiiii-YA!
  • Frederick: Mmm... Good technique and excellent form. However, it is now my turn...
  • Sully: Gah!
  • Frederick: Are you all right?
  • Sully: Oh, yeah! Just peachy! Thanks! Er, I think I'm going to yield, though. ......
  • Frederick: Is something the matter?
  • Sully: Just wondering how you beat me so easily, is all.
  • Frederick: I would hardly call such a match "easy."
  • Sully: Yeah, but I never lose to anybody!
  • Frederick: Sometimes these things are a simple matter of chance.
  • Sully: Hmm... Well, thanks for the practice. I'll let you know once I've honed my edge a bit.
  • Frederick: I look forward to it.

B SupportEdit

  • Frederick: You weren't your usual self in the last fight, Sully. If something is troubling you, I'm happy to hear it.
  • Sully: I can't figure out how the hell you beat me when we sparred! That's what's wrong!
  • Frederick: Good heavens. That was days ago... Is there really any need to compete? We fight for the same cause.
  • Sully: Yeah, but it... I don't know. It was as if I KNEW you were going to beat me. I've never had that feeling with anyone else. ...Never.
  • Frederick: When you first joined the Shepherds, I was the one who taught you. Perhaps that has something to do with it.
  • Sully: Ha! I remember... I came in thinking I could mop the floor with all of you. And I might have until you showed up! You didn't look like much back then, but you beat the crap out of me.
  • Frederick: I wouldn't say I beat the... *ahem* Yes, well. I suppose it was a rite of passage of sorts.
  • Sully: I didn't sleep for days after that... I was just so damn angry.
  • Frederick: Perhaps this is the cause of your current consternation. When master and student first fight, the student naturally stands no chance. The perception that one's teacher is unbeatable can be difficult to shake.
  • Sully: So I can't beat you now because you beat the crap out of me when I was 15?
  • Frederick: It doesn't sound quite so honorable when you say it in that manner...

A SupportEdit

  • Sully: Did you see me out there today, Frederick?
  • Frederick: Truly impressive work! It seems you've made a breakthrough.
  • Sully: It's thanks to what you said before. I've always felt like I needed to be better than everyone, you know? If there was one person better than me at anything, I considered it a failing. And when I couldn't beat you, I let it get into my head in a big way.
  • Frederick: There is a certain strength in such a mind-set, methinks.
  • Sully: I admit, it made me strong back then. But now it's just holding me back. I didn't train all these years to beat you. I've trained to be someone you can rely on as an equal.
  • Frederick: And you have grown into a fine soldier. I fear nothing when you are by my side.
  • Sully: When I stopped to really see how I felt, it was pretty obvious. Anyway, it's all thanks to your teaching. So...thanks.
  • Frederick: You are a student no more, Sully. But a master in your own right. From this day on, we fight as equals.
  • Sully: You're damn right we do!

S SupportEdit

  • Sully: Hmm...
  • Frederick: Something on your mind, Sully?
  • Sully: Just thinking about why I couldn't beat you the last time we sparred.
  • Frederick: I thought you'd already found your answer.
  • Sully: Yeah, I thought so too, but... Well, now I'm not so sure. See, I don't think it's because you were my teacher.
  • Frederick: No? Then what is it?
  • Sully: When I'm around you, I get...clumsy. I can't focus like I need to. I'd never felt that way with anybody else before, so I didn't know what it was. But it's not because you taught me. ... It's because... I love you.
  • Frederick: ......
  • Sully: I know that's big news to dump on you out of nowhere. But I can't move forward until I deal with all this crap. So, um... What do you think?
  • Frederick: In truth, I also wondered if that might have something to do with it. And so I prepared this gift for just such an occasion.
  • Sully: ...Oh, Frederick! It's a ring with my name on it!
  • Frederick: I'd planned to give it to you once this war was over.
  • Sully: I just can't believe it! I mean, me? Really? But I'm so...
  • Frederick: Strong? Brave? Intelligent? Yes, Sully. You are all all of that and more.
  • Sully: Okay, my heart is pretty much just sunbeams and puppies right now. And I never say cute crap like that, so you KNOW it's serious!
  • Frederick: I feel the same...albeit with perhaps less flair for the dramatic. Sully, my love, will you be my sunbeam?
  • Sully: Only if you'll be my puppy!
  • Frederick: ...... That was embarrassing.
  • Sully: Er, yeah. It was... Let's go spar!

With VirionEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Sully: Hrah! Yaaaaah!
  • Virion: Ah, most fortuitous fortune! It is none other than my dearly beloved Sully! Your floating, so like a butterfly. Your stinging, so like the bee! Why, it's positively—
  • Sully: You got a point, Ruffles?
  • Virion: None save the point of my heart's compass, which strains ever toward Sully.
  • Sully: That sounds like a no. So get lost. I'm trying to train here.
  • Virion: So cold! I feel a chill coming on. I'll surely catch my death if you don't spare a few warm words, milady... Come now! All this training for war... All this angry grunting... It's unbecoming of a lady so beauteous!
  • Sully: Pfft. A pretty girl can stab a guy as easy as an ugly one. But she still needs to practice. ...So clear out!
  • Virion: No doubt the poets would write of your grace in combat. "Stabulous", they'd say! But there is no need for such exertions. Not when you've a man to protect you!
  • Sully: I've yet to see a man up to that task.
  • Virion: Milady, you wound me. Such a man stands before you at this very moment!
  • Sully: Wait, are you talking about...you? AAAAH HA HA HA HAR! Oh, you're a funny guy, Ruffles. I'll give you that.
  • Virion: ...I wasn't joking.
  • Sully: Do you have any idea how many people try to kill me on a daily basis? It'd take a certified hero just to keep up, let alone "protect" me.
  • Virion: And I vow to be just such a hero!
  • Sully: Ruffles, I'd hire a wet nurse AND her kid as protectors before I'd consider you.
  • Virion: So it's proof milady desires, is it? So be it! I shall gladly furnish such. Watch closely our next battle. I'll display such heroism as makes for legend and song!
  • Sully: Oh, this should be good.

B SupportEdit

  • Sully: Hey, Ruffles. I saw you in that battle.
  • Virion: Then you've seen the fearsome beast that lurks within this lover's tender bosom! I only pray it did not frighten you, gentle lady. And I trust it proved that I am the hero fated to keep you safe!
  • Sully: Was it also fate that you chickened out of that duel?
  • Virion: That was common sense and nothing more! What reason had I to accept?
  • Sully: Running from a duel is hardly heroic...
  • Virion: At the very least I am that man's hero! By turning down his offer I spared his life.
  • Sully: I think we have a different idea about what the word "hero" means.
  • Virion: You wound me, milady! I assure you, I am no craven. Had that cur but glanced at you, no force in this world could have stayed my hand.
  • Sully: Pfft. You've always got some clever answer ready... Talking to you is like dancing; it's exhausting and sweaty and I hate it.
  • Virion: I speak only the truth, milady. Whether or not you believe me is your prerogative.
  • Sully: Great. Then I don't believe you.
  • Virion: Y-you might at least have paused a moment to consider before—
  • Sully: Har! Easy, Ruffles. I'm just teasing. Sure, you fled the duel, but you actually looked passable the rest of the time. Looks like you're still in the running to be Mr. Hero. I'm looking forward to next time.
  • Virion: All shall gaze upon my might and tremble, milady! This I swear!

A SupportEdit

  • Virion: Ah, Sully...hmm? Why are you looking at me so? ...Is there something on my face?
  • Sully: I'm the wrong person to ask. I've been seeing things lately.
  • Virion: And yet, your beautiful eyes appear as clear and sharp as ever. Tell me of these visions, milady, that I might proffer some support.
  • Sully: You fought a duel, you damned fool! What's more, you WON! AND you beat someone the others had trouble fighting as a unit! If that isn't seeing things, I don't know what is.
  • Virion: Are you truly so surprised at that, milady? I told you before that I would accept a duel had I only a reason.
  • Sully: And what was this reason?
  • Virion: That man had to be stopped. Had I let him escape, he might have turned his wrath upon neighboring villages.
  • Sully: So you risked your neck for a handful of strangers?
  • Virion: I fought to defend the defenseless. No true nobleman would do less. But nor would he enter meaningless battles like a blood-mad savage in search of glory. Ugh...the very thought disgusts me.
  • Sully: So...is that why you want to defend me?
  • Virion: Exactly! You, my dear, are a lady fair. A paragon of grace and beauty. Any fellow who would call himself a gentleman would defend such a creature.
  • Sully: Don't call me a creature, you flowery snot! And I can defend my own damn self. Although... Well... I guess I don't mind if you call me a lady. But only because I've seen you show a bit of courage on the battlefield. If not for that, I'd send you off half the "gentleman" you used to be.
  • Virion: Then you accept me as a hero worthy of protecting you?
  • Sully: Let's not get crazy now, Ruffles. I just promoted you from lousy craven to decent guy. That's all. ...And I suppose you can watch my back in a brawl.
  • Virion: Aye, and soon you'll trust your tender heart to my love's fearsome embrace!
  • Sully: ...Okay, you're still clearly insane. But if there must be a dangerous madman about, I'm glad he's on my side.

S SupportEdit

  • Sully: ...Virion.
  • Virion: Sully! What a prize, that these eyes might gaze once more upon your beauty.
  • Sully: ...
  • Virion: Goodness, milady. Your countenance is so very...intense. I should think a lesser man might burst into flames on the spot.
  • Sully: ...
  • Virion: *ahem* Is it getting hot here? ...I should be very relieved if you would only respond.
  • Sully: ...
  • Virion: ...Enough! I yield, milady. Nothing is so daunting as a woman's silence.
  • Sully: Ha! I knew it! I KNEW it! It's all well and good for you to pester others, whether they want it or not. But turn the tables and you change your damn tune! You can't handle the attention!
  • Virion: This was a...test? Rather beneath a lady of your bearing, I must say.
  • Sully: I can't get a word in edgewise with you if I play fair. I doubt anyone can with that sharpened tounge of yours. Besides, I needed to know at least one of your weaknesses beforehand.
  • Virion: Er, before...what, pray tell? Delving into the character of your future husand before you wed him? Heh heh...
  • Sully: Yep.
  • Virion: Because frankly, I don't see wh-WHAT?! H-hold just a moment... Are you serious?
  • Sully: Deadly so.
  • Virion: Well, th-this is an honor to be sure, but I'm not... I haven't prepared myself!
  • Sully: Ha ha... Adding "prone to ambush" to that list of weaknesses...
  • Virion: You have me at a loss, milady.
  • Sully: Oh? Where has your famous wit run off to? If ever a moment called for poetry... I'm a lady, right? Paragon of grace and beauty? Don't leave me dangling here...
  • Virion: N-no, of course, I... *ahem!* I hereby swear to leave none of milady's desires unmet, even at the cost of my life. It would be this humble man's great joy to accept your gracious offer.
  • Sully: Well, I suppose that works... Barely. That really the best you've got, Ruffles?
  • Virion: ...B-but, I...
  • Sully: Har har! Only jesting! That'll work just fine for me. Let's go ring shopping. I've got the place picked out already. Let's move... And no lagging behind!
  • Virion: Y-yes, milady...
  • Sully: I can't hear you!
  • Virion: Yes, milady! Coming, Milady!

With StahlEdit

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 the "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 feel 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 as 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 you 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 be there 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 VaikeEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Vaike: Mm-MMM! Now that smells like a slice of haven. Whatcha eatin' there?
  • Sully: Bogsberry and cabbage pie, with the best cream of treacle in all of Ylisse.
  • Vaike: A shiny copper coin says it was baked by them lady friends that were followin' ya!
  • Sully: Keep your coin. They gave it to me before we left to keep me warm on the journey.
  • Vaike: Gremlin's tail! The Vaike never had a gaggle of maidens bake HIM a pie! How'd ya do it?! What's your secret?! ...Er, not that I'm jealous or nothin'.
  • Sully: I suppose I'm just charming like that. Why, you need advice?
  • Vaike: Har har! Ol' Teach don't need advice on that score! I mean, sure, no one's ever bothered to bake me a tasty pie... But I knew a milkmaid once who gave me an apple—and it only had one worm in it!
  • Sully: Well, good for you.
  • Vaike: 'Sides, I'm more of a man's man, ya know? And men don't usually go for pie bakin'. I'd rather eat a donkey's hindquarters than a pie baked by one'a my mates! Har har! Still, I'd give anything to have lasses offering me their pies all the time.... Maybe it's the horse? Ladies do love the horses...
  • Sully: An idiot on a horse is still an idiot.
  • Vaike: What's that supposed to mean? Hey, wait a sec, Sully. You're a woman.... Er, right? Got some tips for the Vaike? What do YOU admire in a man?
  • Sully: He has to be better than me. Someone I can respect.
  • Vaike: Better? ...You mean better looking?
  • Sully: I mean better at important things! Smarter, stronger, faster with blade and lance...
  • Vaike: Well, maybe you should take me on. I'm pretty tough, ya know.
  • Sully: If you think fighting me will attract women, you're an even bigger fool than I thought...... Eh, but why not? It's been days since I've dished out a good thrashing, heh heh.

B SupportEdit

  • Vaike: C'mon, Sully. Help ol' Teach out here. Why can't I ever win the girl? I got devilish good looks, the strength of an ogre, and the charm of a fancy noble!
  • Sully: Well, one of those is true.... Sort of. I suppose you can handle a lance, even if I'm better with a sword. Our match was pretty damn even until you decided we should arm wrestle. So, yes. I'll admit that you're strong..... Not bright, mind you, but strong.
  • Vaike: 98... 99... 100! Er, sorry. What was that last bit? Hard to hear over these bicep curls... Anyway, ya gotta help me out here, Sully. Ya just gotta! Look at these arms! Just look at 'em! I mean, what else does a lady want?
  • Sully: Gods be damned, but you are thick. How about being kind? Or thoughtful?
  • Vaike: Er, what would a girl want that stuff for?
  • Sully: ...Look. If you ask me, I'd want a man with ideals. One who wants to better himself. If I'm going to spend the rest of my life with someone, I have to respect him.
  • Vaike: Har! That's me up and down! Heck, I joined the shepherds 'cause of my ideals.
  • Sully: Now that you mention it, you never did tell me why you're fighting for Chrom. So? Out with it. What made you sign up?
  • Vaike: I wanted to be the greatest warrior in all the realm!
  • Sully: No, idiot. I'm asking why you wanted to be a great warrior in the first place.
  • Vaike: Well, it's a bit of a tale, but you need more Teach-talk that bad, eh? Well, all right... I grew up poor in this Podunk little village where I was famous for never losin' a fight. Local kids latched on to me, and before I knew it, I had my own little gang. Course, we were just a bunch of ne'er-do-wells as far as the adults were concerned...
  • Sully: What a surprise...
  • Vaike: So one day, Emmeryn herself came to our corner of the world, and she said... "I seek to bring prosperity and equality to all the people of Ylisse!" Well, that struck a nerve. Soon as I heard it, I knew what my mission was.
  • Sully: To forsake your misspent youth, join the Shepherds, and fight for social justice?
  • Vaike: Er, yeah, that! That was it exactly! What you just said! Okay, maybe not the EXACT same words I used, but...
  • Sully: ...Vaike? You may not be such a complete moron after all. You might even, dare I say it? ...Deserve some respect?
  • Vaike: That's the Vaike! Man of your dreams, right here, reporting for d—
  • Sully: No, I stand corrected. No respect warranted. None whatsoever.
  • Vaike: Awwwwww!

A SupportEdit

  • Vaike: Hey-ho, Sully! Just the gal I was hopin' to see. Got a question for ya.
  • Sully: What is it? I'm busy.
  • Vaike: Why did YOU sign up for the shepherds? I told ya my story, remember? Now you gotta tell me yours. Fair's fair!
  • Sully: My story's dull... I joined so I could become a knight.
  • Vaike: Aw, come on! You're havin' me on!
  • Sully: You got a problem?!
  • Vaike: No, it's just... See, I thought ya already were a knight.
  • Sully: I have armor and arms, but have yet to undergo the formal ceremony...
  • Vaike: Ah, I see. So you're gonna cover yourself in glory here with us Shepherds... Maybe catch Chrom's eye and earn yourself a knighthood?
  • Sully: Not quite. I was born into a long line of knights. My house and all that crap. This title will be mine by inheritance when the time comes. I could spend my life eating grapes from a damn silver bowl and still be called "sir"!
  • Vaike: Er, so then why—
  • Sully: Because there's no honor in accepting something you haven't earned! A knight shouldn't just be lucky enough to be born to some damn noble! A knight has duties.... Responsibilities. "A knight is brave and true, aids all in need and defends the weak from evil." I can't uphold that oath without honing my skills. Suffering hardship. All of that. How can I know courage if I don't face bloody death a bunch of times? I'll fight for the Shepherds until I've damn well EARNED the title of knight!
  • Vaike: Criven's horn, that's a rousing speech!
  • Sully: Oh please, I'm not trying to... It just means a lot to me is all. I don't get a chance to talk about it much. I'm sorry if I bored you...
  • Vaike: ...Bored?! Har har! Ain't NOTHIN' boring about you, Sully. In fact, the Vaike hasn't been this excited since the exalt came to visit my li'l ol' town!
  • Sully: ...Really?
  • Vaike: Cross my heart and hope to... Okay, well, just cross my heart. 'Cause I realized something, Sully: you and me should duel more often! You wanna be a knight among knights, and I wanna be a warrior's warrior. Seems we could help each other out!
  • Sully: Hmm... Don't expect me to go easy on you. It'll hurt.... Maybe a lot.
  • Vaike: Har har! Bring it on! The Vaike can take it!

S SupportEdit

  • Vaike: Heya, Sully.
  • Sully: Oh. Hello, Vaike.
  • Vaike: So I was just thinkin', and I... Look, are you fallin' for me?
  • Sully: WHAT?! ...Where in the hell did you get that idea?!
  • Vaike: Well, it's just that you've been actin' different around me. Not yourself, like. I thought maybe that was the reason. But if I'm wrong, then I'm wrong...
  • Sully: Well, I... I never said you were WRONG, exactly... Er, that is... Well...yes. Yes, I suppose I am...maybe...starting to fall for you...a little... But I still don't like you a lot!
  • Vaike: That's good enough for the Vaike! 'Cause truth be told, I'm startin' to take a shine to you, too.
  • Sully: Whatever happens...you should know... I won't be doing any damn housework!
  • Vaike: Har har! Not exactly what I was expecting to hear, but okay. I mean, duh, I'd be the biggest fool in all of Ylisse if I expected that! I'm a simple man, but I like being with you. I feel like I can trust ya with my troubles. And I guess that's why I'm thinkin' ya might...make a good...wife.
  • Sully: Thinking back, I never would have thought... I mean this is all so unexpected, it's just... Oh, hell with it! Why not? Let's get married!
  • Vaike: Now hold on! I'm the man here, and that means I'm the one doin' the askin'!
  • Sully: Pfft! Too late, knucklehead.
  • Vaike: Aw, this whole thing's a mass! A spent all day plannin' it out, too. Even bought this blasted ring...
  • Sully: Well?! Are you going to give me the ring or stand there like a damn fool?!
  • Vaike: Yeah, all right. ...Here, catch!
  • Sully: Oop! Got it... Oh Vaike, this is... It's gorgeous.
  • Vaike: Only the best for Mrs. the Vaike!

With MirielEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Sully: Miriel! Just the girl I wanted to see.
  • Miriel: Greetings and salutations, Sully. Are you in need of assistance?
  • Sully: You're an egghead, right? You like researching and investigating things?
  • Miriel: Why, yes. Unlocking the mysteries and wonders of the natural world gives me—
  • Sully: Yeah, yeah, whatever. Look, I have a favor to ask.
  • Miriel: ...You wish me to develop a new weapon? Something of that ilk?
  • Sully: Naw, nothing like that. I want you to study ME!
  • Miriel: You? Well, that would be most unusual... I confess, I had never considered you as a possible field of research, but...
  • Sully: Yeah, well, maybe it's time you consider it. You might have noticed that I'm not like other women, right?
  • Miriel: If you are speaking of your martial prowess, then yes, it is a known quantity.
  • Sully: Er, yeah! Right! That! ...And some other stuff, too. Look, I just want you to figure out what's so different about me. I mean, I TRY to fit in, I really do, but something sets me apart.
  • Miriel: I see. You wish me to observe your social interactions and verbal communications. In this way, I might see behavioral signifiers that differentiate you from the group norm.
  • Sully: That is probably exactly what I'm saying! ...I think.
  • Miriel: I need time to prepare my queries and form a control group. Is this acceptable?
  • Sully: Er, sure. Whatever you just said. Whatever it takes.

B SupportEdit

  • Sully: Hey-ho, Miriel! How's the research project going?
  • Miriel: I have many such projects underway, but I assume you refer to your personality study. Since we talked, I have been observing you with fierce scientific rigor.
  • Sully: Wait, really? I didn't even notice.
  • Miriel: If the subject is aware of the observation, the results would be compromised. It was vital that I observe you in your natural habitat.
  • Sully: Oh yeah? ...So? Any conclusions?
  • Miriel: During the observation phase, two main points came to my attention.
  • Sully: ...Well what the hell are they already?!
  • Miriel: The first is your language. The second is your general bearing.
  • Sully: You mean the way I walk and talk and crap like that?
  • Miriel: Your clothing and armor are unexceptional and fit within Shepherd social norm. However, your use of language—especially vulgarity—is quite irregular. Also, you tend to carry yourself in a very aggressive manner.
  • Sully: O-kay.
  • Miriel: If you wish to fit in with others, I would recommend change in these two areas.
  • Sully: Aw, come on! That's horse plop!
  • Miriel: I assure you my conclusions were reached via scientifically proven methods.
  • Sully: I've had people tell me this before! "You have to do this!" "You gotta act like that!" It never works! I pretend for a week or so and then just give it up. Who says we all have to act the same, anyway? Who made all these damn rules?
  • Miriel: I believe they are based on social mores as opposed to a natural law.
  • Sully: Well, hell... I'm gonna have to think on this one for a bit. Thanks for doing the observation stuff. Hope I didn't waste your time.
  • Miriel: Not at all. It was quite fascinating.

A SupportEdit

  • Miriel: Ah, Sully. Might I have a moment?
  • Sully: What's up, Miriel?
  • Miriel: Have you considered enacting my suggestions from our recent conversation?
  • Sully: You mean about the way I speak and behave and all that? Yeah, I've thought about it plenty, but I still don't know what to do...
  • Miriel: I wonder then if you might care to participate in a small experiment?
  • Sully: It doesn't involve rats, does it? Can't stand those things...
  • Miriel: Nothing so crude, I promise. First, I am going to ignite this pile of dry twigs...
  • Sully: Oh-kay. And?
  • Miriel: Now then. Suppose you need to extinguish this fire. How would you do it? You are allowed to use anything you see around you.
  • Sully: Er, I guess I'd use that bucket of water.
  • Miriel: You would pour water on the fire?
  • Sully: Well, sure. Water on fire, fire goes out. Right?
  • Miriel: Very well. Please go ahead.
  • Sully: Ha! See you in hell, fire! WHOA! That made the fire twice as big! What the heck did you do?!
  • Miriel: The fluid in the bucket is a substance commonly known as "kindling water." It is a mysterious liquid that emerges from the ground near distant mountains.
  • Sully: Kindling water?
  • Miriel: Just now, you made the assumption that water always douses fire. However, you failed to consider that there may be different kinds of water. It may also interest you to know that people who live near kindling water find it useful.
  • Sully: ...I get it. It's different than regular water, but still useful to some folks. And people who are different may still have useful roles to play.
  • Miriel: Precisely. My research indicates that you should be happy just the way you are.
  • Sully: Heh. Thanks for the pep talk, Miriel. I feel better already. Although, I still do have one question...
  • Miriel: Yes?
  • Sully: How the hell are you planning on putting out this fire?!

With KellamEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Sully: Kellam? Hey, Kellam!
  • Kellam: ...Yes?
  • Sully: I've got a bone to pick with you, pip-squeak! Chrom tells me that in our last battle you were secretly watching my back!
  • Kellam: Um, I wasn't trying to keep it a secret, Sully. I was just fighting alongside—
  • Sully: Well knock it the hell off! I'M the one who does the protectin' around here, got it?! I don't need some tiny man in a huge suit of armor watching me.
  • Kellam: B-b-but...
  • Sully: You think I need extra protection? That it? You think I'm frail and weak? You think you can be my gallant knight in shiny, oversized armor?
  • Kellam: I wasn't giving you special treatment, honest! I just like protecting people!
  • Sully: I'll say this once, pip-squeak: don't ever pull that crap again! Are we clear now? Words sank in? 'Cause if we are, I'm done. I've got better things to do than yell at you, tin man.
  • (Sully leaves)
  • Kellam: O-of course you do! I mean... Um, well, bye.

B SupportEdit

  • Sully: Kellam? ...KELLAM!
  • Kellam: ...Yes?
  • Sully: Oh, there you are. ...Yep. Looks like I was right. You did injure your arm.
  • Kellam: Oh, gosh. Did you notice? I didn't think anyone—
  • Sully: Of course I noticed, you tiny idiot! You got hurt trying to protect me again! Didn't I tell you the other day I didn't need your damn help?
  • Kellam: B-but, that guy was about to cut your head off! I can't just stand by and watch friends be cut down. It's not in my nature.
  • Sully: Oh, aren't we gallant. Pffft! I had that guy in the bag. And besides, it doesn't do any good if you get killed in someone else's place.
  • Kellam: Y-you're probably right.
  • Sully: Now give me your arm, and let me take a gander at this wound.
  • Kellam: Oh, it's all right. Really! Barely a scratch, in fact.
  • Sully: Quit your gripping, and get over here so I can put a damn bandage on!
  • Kellam: R-right away, ma'am!
  • Sully: Gods, what a fool. You'd probably leap into the noose if I hung myself, huh?
  • Kellam: I wager I would!
  • Sully: And here I thought you were a meek little mouse. When it comes to looking after folk, you're as stubborn as a damn ox!

A SupportEdit

  • Sully: Kellam?
  • Kellam: ...R-right here, Sully. L-look, don't hit me! I know I helped you out again, but I didn't mean to! Honest!
  • Sully: Actually, I came to thank you. I was outmanned that time. Had you not stepped in...
  • Kellam: What? Are you saying—
  • Sully: Yes, all right? Yes. You win. You can watch my back. Gods, I've never met a more stubborn man in all my life!
  • Kellam: Everyone needs help sometimes, Sully. I mean, we all fight for the same cause. It makes no sense to stand alone, no matter how strong you are.
  • Sully: Heh. So you want to serve as everyone's shield, huh? Well, that's a hard role for one man. How about I help you out?
  • Kellam: Help me out?
  • Sully: If you're watching everyone else's back, someone's got to cover yours, right? You can be the shield of the Shepherds, and I'll be the shield of YOU.
  • Kellam: Er, I suppose so. But...
  • Sully: What? You don't like the idea of someone helping you? Well, tough beans!
  • Kellam: Well, all right. Thanks, Sully.

S SupportEdit

  • Kellam: Hey, Sully. I wanted to thank you for watching my back in the last battle.
  • Sully: No sweat, pip-squeak. I reckon I owed you one for one damn thing or another. ...Funny. I can't even imagine how I fought back when I didn't have you around. It feels good knowing someone's looking out for you.
  • Kellam: I know! I feel so much stronger when you're out there.
  • Sully: But it's even more than that, Kellam. The way you want to help everyone else... You make me want to be a better person.
  • Kellam: Um, well, funny you say that... See, the thing is... I'm more interested in protecting you than anyone else.
  • Sully: Oh?
  • Kellam: I like you, Sully. In fact, I REALLY like you. So I was thinking maybe we could...get married?
  • Sully: Married?!
  • Kellam: Yeah, married! Look, I went out and got you a ring and everything!
  • Sully: ...I'm not much of a lady, you know. Not sure I'd be much of a wife.
  • Kellam: I think you'd be great!
  • Sully: I, uh... Look, this kind of crap isn't easy for me, but...I like you, Kellam. I've never felt this way about anyone before.
  • Kellam: So then...yes?
  • Sully: All right, pip-squeak. Let's do it. I'll watch your back, you watch mine, and together we'll be unbeatable!

With SumiaEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Sumia: There. Doesn't that feel better? Your mane is alllll combed. No more tangles! Who's a good pegasus? Huh? Who's a good wittle pegasus?!
  • (Sully appears)
  • Sully: Are you talking to that thing again?
  • Sumia: Oh, hi, Sully.
  • Sully: You're spoiling the animal! She's practically died and gone to horse heaven.
  • Sumia: She does look happy, doesn't she?
  • Sully: Ah, well. She's seen you safe through some terrible battles, so I suppose she earned it.
  • Sumia: You're quite fond of your horse, too, aren't you, Sully?
  • Sully: Hell yes, I'm proud! He's got smarts and guts! What more could a woman want?
  • Sumia: Hee hee! When you talk about him, you sound like a proud mother.
  • Sully: Eh, I'm not the maternal type.
  • Sumia: Even so, it's obvious how fond you two are of each other. Whenever you praise him, he snorts ever so happily!
  • Sully: You noticed that? ...Huh. Most folks just assume he's some mindless beast.
  • Sumia: Oh it's so nice to have someone to talk to about this sort of thing... Do you have a minute to talk more? Chat about pegasi and the like? ...I mean, if you don't mind? I know you're very busy. ...I don't mean to intrude.
  • Sully: Pfft! Intrude? I could talk horses until the cows come home!
  • Sumia: Oh, wonderful! Let me just put on some tea and we can—
  • Sully: Hold it right there, girlie! You just combed that horse top to bottom. You deserve a rest. You relax and put your feet up—I'll make the tea this time.
  • Sumia: Oh! Um, all right.
  • Sully: I'll be right back!
  • (Sully leaves)
  • Sumia: Hee hee, I've never seen Sully look so excited about anything!

B SupportEdit

  • Sully: I spiced the tea with crowberry extract and a dash of mustard. Do you like it?
  • Sumia: It's wonderful! Thank you, Sully. Did I tell you I bought this tea from a traveling merchant? It's a rare blend.
  • Sully: Har! You don't see many merchants selling tea in these troubled times.
  • Sumia: But troubled times are when people need a nice cup of tea most! That's what the merchant said, anyway, and I'm inclined to agree with her.
  • Sully: Works for me! Let's forget about war for a bit and just have a nice chat...
  • Sumia: Oh, yes! That would be nice! Um... So... What should we talk about? I told you everything I know about horses. I guess we could have some...girl talk?
  • Sully: Oooo! Does little Sumia want to confess her forbidden love?
  • Sumia: S-Sully! Shhhhhh! Someone might hear you!
  • Sully: Har har! I saw right through you on that one! C'mon, we're both women of the world, right? We know which way the wind blows. And what are friends for if not to hear confession of a sultry midnight passion?!
  • Sumia: Well, it's hardly... Heh, all right, then. But you have to go first!
  • Sully: M-me?! But I... I mean I don't... Dammit, Sumia! That's hardly fair!
  • Sumia: Hee hee! You're funny when you're flustered.
  • Sully: W-well, it doesn't matter anyway. My love life's duller than a sack of flour.
  • Sumia: Heh, you're so shy all of a sudden! You weren't like this when we were talking about pegasi.
  • Sully: Yeah, but that's a HORSE! I can talk about horses all damn day. Love's just so... Er, you know? Lovey.
  • Sumia: ...Would you rather talk about horses some more, Sully?
  • Sully: Hell yes!

A SupportEdit

  • Sully: Huh. When you put 'em side by side, there's hardly any difference at all... If not for the wings, pegasi and horses would look exactly the same.
  • Sumia: They even eat the same food! Maybe they're cousins of one sort of another.
  • Sully: It's just odd. How the hell did pegasi end up with wings?
  • Sumia: I've always wondered how the horses lost theirs.
  • Sully: Har! I never thought of it that way! In either case, they're strange animals. Although I can guess you can say that about almost anything. Dragons... People...
  • Sumia: I think that every creature is weird and wonderful in its own way! ...Except cows. Cows just annoy me.
  • Sully: When I was a kid, I was taught that the gods made all the world's creatures. So then I asked who made the gods! ...Har! That shut 'em up right quick.
  • Sumia: Oh, I do so hate ponderous questions like that. They only serve to remind me how little we know about anything.
  • Sully: Yeah, I know how you feel. We make up all these stories and legends to explain crap we don't understand... But they usually make even less sense than just saying "we don't know"!
  • Sumia: That's how we end up fighting wars over ideas. Because no one knows who's right.
  • Sully: I guess war is inevitable when everyone has their own version of the truth.
  • Sumia: I'd like to think that one day we can live in a world that doesn't know war.
  • Sully: Know what? I think that day's coming. ...And maybe sooner than you think.
  • Sumia: That would give us more time to drink tea!
  • Sully: And talk about horses!
  • Sumia: Hee hee! Yes, of course.

With DonnelEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Sully: Rraaagh!
  • Soldier: I yield! I yield! M-mercy!
  • Donnel: She's just like one of them knights out'a the stories Ma used to tell! I'm jealous somethin' fierce...
  • Sully: I'm not LIKE a knight, kid. I AM a knight.
  • Donnel: Urk! Ya heard me then, did ya?
  • Sully: Half the camp hears your every thought! You're not exactly subtle.
  • Donnel: B-beggin' your pardon, Sir Ma'am! I didn't mean nothin' by it. So, uh, do ya think maybe you could tell me what bein' a knight's like?
  • Sully: As long as you promise to stop calling me "Sir Ma'am." Why are you asking, anyway? Thinking of becoming a knight?
  • Donnel: Oh, gosh, no! It's just that knights and such is the stuff'a legend to me. Ain't never seen one back on the farm, and now here you are, and... Well, I reckon I'm curious, is all.
  • Sully: Curious to see how close I am to your storybook version?
  • Donnel: I ain't tryin' to impose on ya. If it's a big ol' hassle, just say so.
  • Sully: It's fine. Come find me at dinner. We can talk there.
  • Donnel: Thank you, Sir Ma... Er, Sully! That's mighty kind of ya!

B SupportEdit

  • Donnel: Thanks again for before, Sully. Mighty kind of ya to take the time.
  • Sully: What, our chat about knights? I'm just glad someone actually cares.
  • Donnel: Ya mean that? 'Cause I'd sure love to hear more, if ya don't mind none.
  • Sully: Oh, come on. It couldn't have been that interesting.
  • Donnel: I reckon not to you, but it's a whole new world to me!
  • Sully: Hmm... All right, then. Let's barter.
  • Donnel: Barter? Ah, shucks, Sully. I ain't got nothin' to offer. 'Less you wanna take an IOU on a couple'a piglets...
  • Sully: I don't want your livestock, Donny. I want your stories.
  • Donnel: You want me to tell ya 'bout life back on the pig farm? Well, it ain't like I mind talkin', but farm life's dull as rocks.
  • Sully: To you? Sure. But to me, it's probably going to be fascinating. I grew up in a damn castle, remember? I'm curious how you farm folk live.
  • Donnel: Well, I reckon I owe ya a tale or two. What say I come find ya at dinner?
  • Sully: I reckon that sounds great.
  • Donnel: Hey! Ya sound just like me!

A SupportEdit

  • Sully: Heya, Donny. Thanks for the wild stories the other night.
  • Donnel: Ya mean like the one 'bout the greased-pig run? Why, sure! Farmin' ain't as glamorous as knightin', but I s'pose we have our laughs.
  • Sully: I'd never have guessed how much fun I missed out on as a city girl.
  • Donnel: I wouldn't be too eager to trade lives if I was you.
  • Sully: Hmm?
  • Donnel: Well, I hate to spoil the fun, but there's lots on the farm what ain't a hoot. Stories I told only covered the good times. There's plenty what ruin a year's crop. Flood, drought, raiders... Plus, we lose pigs to sickness darn near every season. Yessir, the farmin' life's a hard one, and no denyin'.
  • Sully: I'm sure you're right, but knighthood's no bed of rose, either. Sure, it's glamorous, but there's politics and backstabbing behind the scenes. And you've got to follow the orders you're given, even when they're stupid. Believe me, farmers aren't the only ones with troubles.
  • Donnel: So you was just cherry-pickin' the good stories too, eh?
  • Sully: Maybe we should sit down and swap horror stories next time.
  • Donnel: I don't much go in for scary talk. Ain't got the stomach for it.
  • Sully: No, not literal horror stories. ...Just the less-happy ones. You can't understand someone's world until you know both sides of it.
  • Donnel: I reckon yer right about that... All right, then. It's a deal!

S SupportEdit

  • Sully: Hey, Donny. You up for another story session?
  • Donnel: Well, sure, but... Do ya really wanna hear more'a me flappin' my gums? Ain't I keepin' ya from other things? ...From other people?
  • Sully: You aren't keeping me from a damn thing. Look, if you're tired of our little chats, just say so.
  • Donnel: It ain't like that at all, Sully! Heck, I like talkin' to you more'n about anything.
  • Sully: Then get to it! I'm always interested in what you have to say.
  • Donnel: Oh gosh! Is she sayin'... Wait, she ain't sayin' she's INTERESTED interested, right?
  • Sully: Er, Donny? You're mumbling like a madman again.
  • Donnel: But she ain't said she AIN'T either... Hmm, but no...
  • Sully: Hey! Mumbles! If you've got something to say, then out with it!
  • Donnel: Gah, fine! Here! Take it!
  • Sully: ...Is that a ring?
  • Donnel: Oh gosh, Sully! Marry me, please!
  • Sully: ......
  • Donnel: Aw, heck. This ain't how I wanted it to go, but I was fixin' to burst if I didn't ask ya! I told ya my whole my whole life's story, the good and the bad, and ya listened to it all. I knows yer a knight and a beautiful lady and I'm just a grubby ol' pig farmer. But ya listened, and ya cared, and darn it all if that don't make me love ya.
  • Sully: Pig farming's not so grubby.
  • Donnel: Ya wouldn't say that after muckin' stall for ten years.
  • Sully: But it's honest. I know the work is hard, your village is poor, and times are lean... But I'd take the smelliest sty over the festering rot you find in court society. There's a beauty to farm life. That much is clear, listening to your stories. And I think I might like to give it a try.
  • Donnel: Then... Will ya...?
  • Sully: Yes, Donny. Once this war is over, I'll experience farm life, firsthand.
  • Donnel: Yee-haw! I feel like I'm dreamin'! Someone pinch ol' Donny!

With Lon'quEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Sully: Those were some impressive moves on the battlefield today, Lon'qu.
  • Lon'qu: Ngh...
  • Sully: Your fighting is so fluid, yet so crisp. It's amazing to watch. I'd love to see how my own moves stack up someday.
  • Lon'qu: I refuse.
  • Sully: Har! Scared?
  • Lon'qu: No. I simply have no interest in fighting you.
  • Sully: The hell does that mean? You think you got me beat before we even start?
  • Lon'qu: ......
  • Sully: You don't know thing one about me! Not until we've crossed blades.
  • Lon'qu: You are a woman.
  • Sully: ...Oh, that does it. Draw! Draw and defend your life!
  • Lon'qu: Stop!
  • Sully: Make me!
  • Lon'qu: ...That would have hit me.
  • Sully: Then it's a good thing you parried. Let's see if you're as quick next time.

B SupportEdit

  • Sully: Come on, Lon'qu. Let's spar!
  • Lon'qu: We did. You won.
  • Sully: Pfft. That? I've seen you fight, and that wasn't half what you're capable of. It doesn't count if you win when the other guy wasn't even trying.
  • Lon'qu: Half is all I can offer someone like you.
  • Sully: Oh, what? Can't fight a woman? Afraid I'll break a nail? I expect this crap from a lot of people, Lon'qu, but not you!
  • Lon'qu: I mean no insult. The fault is mine alone. I have an...aversion to women. A crippling, involuntary reflex. You're a true warrior, and skilled. But I cannot fight you.
  • Sully: Is this some childhood-trauma thing? Did a girl take your lunch money?
  • Lon'qu: Something like that.
  • Sully: Well, I won't pry. Everybody's got their secrets. ...Wait. Does this happen to you on the battlefield, too?
  • Lon'qu: I manage to suppress it in instinctual, life-and-death situations.
  • Sully: So if your neck were on the line, you'd be able to fight. That makes sense... HAAAAAA!
  • Lon'qu: Are you mad, woman?!
  • Sully: Going for the kill would be the easy fix, but that isn't really an option here. But I figured if I turned up the intensity, I might be able to trigger a survival reflex. Now pretend I'm about to kill you!
  • Lon'qu: You ARE mad!

A SupportEdit

  • Sully: Hey, Lon'qu. What's new?
  • Lon'qu: Nothing. Would you like to spar?
  • Sully: Finally stopped seeing me as a woman, eh? It usually doesn't take guys this long.
  • Lon'qu: No. Nothing has changed in that regard. Over the course of sparring, I've just...gotten used to you.
  • Sully: I guess anyone would after staring me down for that many rounds. Does this mean the gloves can finally come off?
  • Lon'qu: Indeed. I am sorry for the long delay. I owe you a debt that I intend to repay with steel.
  • Sully: Oh, you ARE feisty today! Let's begin.
  • Lon'qu: ...Hyaaa!

S SupportEdit

  • Sully: Damn my hide! You're like fighting with a hurricane! I almost miss the days when you were still hung up on women.
  • Lon'qu: My aversion isn't gone, but you've proven that it can be quelled. You have made me stronger. I'd accepted my weakness, but you carved it from me by force. And through our matches, you pared me down to expose a better man.
  • Sully: Fighting you has made me a better warrior as well. And a better woman.
  • Lon'qu: This is forward of me, but I have very little experience with such things, so... This ring is for you, if you're of a mind to wear it.
  • Sully: I'd be honored Lon'qu.
  • Lon'qu: With your help, I know I can grow stronger still. That I can become a better partner.
  • Sully: Har! This coming from the guy who just wiped the floor with me! Well then? What are you waiting for?
  • Lon'qu: I don't understand.
  • Sully: With all that emotional stuff sorted, I feel like a fight!
  • Lon'qu: ...Heh. As you wish!

With RickenEdit

C SupportEdit

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

B SupportEdit

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

A SupportEdit

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

S SupportEdit

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

With GaiusEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Sully: Hey, hold up. I want a word with you, Chuckles.
  • Gaius: Meeeeeee?
  • Sully: Didn't I see you near my tent this morning? Kicking the pegs and lifting the tarp?
  • Gaius: Oh, was that your tent? Yeah, I was admiring the handiwork. I always appreciate well-made canvas.
  • Sully: So listen, I'm missing a gemstone from my baggage. Now I want you to close your eyes and think very, VERY hard. Did you see any dodgy characters skulking around the area? Thieves or the like?
  • Gaius: Hmm... Nope, can't say I did. But if I had, rest assured I'd introduce them to the sharp end of my dagger.
  • Sully: All right. But if you DO see something, you'll let me know. ...Right? Aaaaaanything at all. Aaaaaanyone suspicious.
  • Gaius: Yes, of course I will. ......
  • Sully: Something wrong, Chuckles? You look like you just swallowed a lime.
  • Gaius: You know—and I really hate to say this—but I'm starting to think you suspect...me.
  • Sully: You damn well better not be accusing me of mistrusting a fellow Shepherd!
  • Gaius: Whoa, hold on! I was just thinking out loud! Put the sword away, if you please. It's not a completely unreasonable assumption given my...profession.
  • (Gaius leaves)
  • Sully: If a thief doesn't want to be suspected, he should stop skulking around like a thief...

B SupportEdit

  • Sully: Hey, Chuckles. I've been looking for you.
  • Gaius: Hello, Sully. Slap anyone upside the head lately?
  • Sully: Not yet, but the day is still young. So, um, I found my missing jewel. It turned up in a magpie's nest. Stupid thing must have flown into my tent and taken the first shiny bit it saw.
  • Gaius: Well, I'm glad that case is all tied up with a big bow.
  • Sully: So, listen. I owe you an apology. I left the tent flap open after all. And the first thing I did was come looking for you. Anyway...sorry.
  • Gaius: All water under the bridge. And, uh... Well, maybe I was wrong to take umbrage at your questions. I mean, I AM a thief. Taking things is kind of in the job description.
  • Sully: I've always prided myself on judging people fairly and without prejudice. But as soon as I saw my gem was missing, You were the first person I thought of.
  • Gaius: Well, it's not like Chrom or Lissa would be ransacking your things, now is it? Suspicion and a lack of honor are all just part of the thieving game.
  • Sully: "Honor is of the body; hone the body, and honor shall grow strong."
  • Gaius: I'm sorry, what was that?
  • Sully: It's a portion of the knight's code. The one I strive to follow every day. Basically, if you work your butt off, you can train both body and honor. So if you're worried about honor, don't be. I'll train the shiftiness right out of you.
  • Gaius: I don't know. Exercise is more of a knight thing. We thieves need our downtime.
  • Sully: You'll have plenty of downtime in the grave, Chuckles. We start tomorrow. At dawn. In the training yard. Oh, and maybe bring a bucket or something to puke in.
  • Gaius: Oh dear.

A SupportEdit

  • Sully: I told you to drop and give me 50, maggot, but it looks like you just dropped!
  • Gaius: *Pant, pant* Can't...we...take...a break? I'm feeling...dizzy. Wine. I need...wine and bread. And some...cheese...
  • Sully: What's that, maggot? I can't heeear you! Now get up. Warm-ups are finished—it's time to start training for real!
  • Gaius: Oh, for the love of all that's holy! Please, have mercy... Urk... A-all right. I'm up. Wobbling, but up. What's...next?
  • Sully: Good, Gaius. Very good.
  • Gaius: Wh-what?
  • Sully: I pushed you as hard as I knew how, but you still haven't given up. Everyone else who attempted my training had run home to Mommy at this point.
  • Gaius: If I knew running away was an option, I would have fled long ago.
  • Sully: Heh. You're just saying that. I can see in your eyes that you're ready for more!
  • Gaius: The only thing I'm ready for is death's sweet embrace... Although now that I have my breath back, perhaps I could do another round. Truth be told, this exercise has a way of lifting a man's spirits.
  • Sully: Oh? Did they need lifting?
  • Gaius: I often brood about my misspent youth, when I was but a mere bandit. Mayhap there's something to this "good for the body, good for the soul" flapdoodle. Though more likely, I'm just too tired to think clearly.
  • Sully: Or maybe my training is actually taking effect. This is great, Gaius! Look how much you're learning! Tomorrow we meet an hour before dawn—we have a lot to get through.
  • Gaius: Argh. Please tell me that today was not just a primer for the horror to come... (I can't believe I'm actually starting to enjoy this madwoman's company.)
  • Sully: Stop mumbling, maggot! You've still got 23 laps to go!
  • Gaius: Right!

S SupportEdit

  • Gaius: *Gasp* *pant* W-well, Sully...? Can we...call it a day...?
  • Sully: What... *pant* ...are you talking about... We're...just getting started...
  • Gaius: Except...you're sounding...a wee bit...pooped yourself... *pant*
  • Sully: No, you're... *wheeze* ...imagining it...
  • Gaius: *Cough, cough* Ungh... This is...ridiculous... Wh-why can't I breathe...? Sully...I've...got something...important to ask you...but...
  • Sully: Important...? Like...what
  • Gaius: Th-the thing is... I can't ask while we're...wheezing like a pair of asthmatic bellows.
  • Sully: I-it's okay... I always... *gasp* have important conversations...like this.
  • Gaius: If...if you insist... Here...this is *pant* for you... Sorry... Can't lift it...
  • Sully: It's...a ring?
  • Gaius: *Gasp* Yeah... I want you to...marry me...
  • Sully: What? Wh-why...me?
  • Gaius: B-being...with you... *wheeze* gives me strength...to face...the horrible past... Long explanation... More complicated... Can't...get into it...now...
  • Sully: *Wheeze*
  • Gaius: *Pant* I know...this is...out of the blue and all, but...
  • Sully: I...accept.
  • Gaius: Eh? *cough* *splutter* Y-you do?
  • Sully: You're...the first...to survive my training...this far. I think...there's no limit...to how far we can... *pant* go together...
  • Gaius: S-sorry about...the proposal... Wanted...candles...and harp music...
  • Sully: N-no...it's...it's perfect... *splutter*
  • Gaius: How...so...?
  • Sully: N-normally... *pant* things like...pride and shame...tie our tongues... But...now that...we're at death's door...we can speak...from the heart.
  • Gaius: Hah ha— *gasp* *splutter* You might be...right...
  • Sully: I know I'm right...
  • Gaius: I... I think I'm...starting to get my breath back.
  • Sully: Whew... Yeah, so am I. ...... Soooooo...
  • Gaius: Yeaaaah...
  • Sully: Ready for another 10 laps?
  • Gaius: Sounds great!

With GregorEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Sully: Hey, Gregor.
  • Gregor: Is sad times when youngsters address elders without proper title! Sully should be calling Gregor "sir"! He is old, yes? Is only polite.
  • Sully: Whatever. Listen, I hear you have a fighting style that's fearsomely effective. That true?
  • Gregor: Many brave men will testify to Gregor's skill with blade. Is too bad all are being dead! Ho ho ho! Oh, Gregor love that joke.
  • Sully: Great. Then what say you and I have a duel?
  • Gregor: Mmm... What you pay Gregor?
  • Sully: You want to be paid for fencing practice? We're allies, you old coot. You should be helping me for free!
  • Gregor: Gregor is sellsword who swings swell sword! Dinner must get on table somehow, no?
  • Sully: I'll put you on the table, old man! ...... Never mind. Fine. But if I pay you, I get to set some conditions.
  • Gregor: Conditions?
  • Sully: You say you're a top fighter, but how do I really know that? You might curl into a ball at the first sign of trouble, and then I'm out good coin! So here's the deal: I only pay if you manage to teach me something new.
  • Gregor: Beautiful lady is driving for hard bargain. She is craving coin-back guarantee! But Gregor accepts, so long as he sets condition of his own... Loser must obey one request from winner! Even if humiliating! We have deal, yes? Or are you like the cat who is scared?
  • Sully: Deal. I'm tired of men like you underestimating women like me!
  • Gregor: Oy, but you are wrong... Gregor underestimate no one. Especially not muscle-bound lady with great chip on shoulder.
  • Sully: Then this should be interesting.

B SupportEdit

  • Sully: Hello, Gregor.
  • Gregor: ......
  • Sully: Oh, for the love of... Hello, "Sir Gregor."
  • Gregor: Oh, hello, Sully. Gregor not seeing you there.
  • Sully: I want another duel with you. A serious one. No holds barred! I've been training hard since our last skirmish, and I think I'm ready.
  • Gregor: Training hard? Is sounding like bad news for Gregor!
  • Sully: We spent so much time arguing over terms the other day that I lost the damn fight. The you were supposed to come up with a humiliating punishment, but you didn't. Just making me call you "sir" isn't enough motivation. I need more! So come on! Get off your butt and duel me for your very honor!
  • Gregor: Oy, we are having place to ourselves, yes? Why speak of fighting and honor? Gregor thinks this is good time to whisper sweet nothings into ears. But, if talking with swords is better, okay. Kiss of steel is also sweet sound to Gregor. But when you lose, Gregor make you do very, very, very humiliating something.
  • Sully: Let's go!

A SupportEdit

  • Sully: Gregor.
  • Gregor: Oy, Sullykins.
  • Sully: Stop calling me that.
  • Gregor: Ho ho! You no like name Sullykins? But name suits you. Very ladylike.
  • Sully: There's nothing ladylike about it, you flea-ridden old goat!
  • Gregor: You wound Gregor. When comrades fight together, they give pet names, yes? Is sign of friendship and respect, yes? "Hail, Sullykins, brave and faithful ally!" Come, Gregor and Sullykins are friends. No need to make with the blushings.
  • Sully: I'm not...blushing.
  • Gregor: But newfangled name is not only reason Sullykins is embarrassed! You know real reason, yes? Sully secretly in love with Gregor!
  • Sully: You say that again, and I'll shove my sword so—
  • Gregor: Ho ho ho! Gregor likes woman with steam-filled head! Maybe he teases you more.
  • Sully: And maybe I'll turn you into a doormat!
  • Gregor: Oy, Sullykins. You draw your sword and challenge Gregor to do battle?
  • Sully: You have insulted me and my honor for the last damn time!
  • Gregor: And if Sully loses? Then what?
  • Sully: Then that life and honor are yours to do with as you will.
  • Gregor: Gregor accepts terms from Sullykins! Is ready when she is...

S SupportEdit

  • Sully: Gregor? I wanted to ask you something about our duel last week.
  • Gregor: If you want to dispute results, Gregor have nothing to say.
  • Sully: No. I accept that you're better. ...For now, at least. But I can't accept the punishment you gave me for losing. I lost a duel fair and true, yet you refuse to claim the damn prize. Now name your terms so we can be done with this and I can sleep at night!
  • Gregor: Gregor is no longer interested in competition with woman like you.
  • Sully: What the hell does that mean?!
  • Gregor: Gregor fights with you many times. Gregor wins many times. Is enough.
  • Sully: I already admitted you won! So if you're gonna refuse just because I'm a woman—
  • Gregor: Is not because you are woman. Is because you are Sully.
  • Sully: Oh, so now what does THAT mean?!
  • Gregor: Gregor cannot fight woman who he is loving so madly. So instead of beating you with sword, he buys you lovely gift instead.
  • Sully: ...Is that a ring?
  • Gregor: Gregor is wanting to marry you, yes?
  • Sully: I don't understand. ...Why me?
  • Gregor: Because you are fine woman. Strong and brave and proud! Gregor is long time admiring Sullykins from afar.
  • Sully: ......
  • Gregor: Gregor knows he is old man with many scars and fattened belly. So is okay if you say no. But do not be saying so because of duels! That, Gregor's poor heart could not take.
  • Sully: I wouldn't say no because of that. ...And actually, I wouldn't say no at all.
  • Gregor: Wait... Gregor is confused. Is meaning Sully says yes?
  • Sully: I've learned a lot from you, Gregor. About fencing and swordsmanship, sure. But also honor and respect. I think we could make a pretty damn fine team if we married.
  • Gregor: Oh, words of joyfulness! Gregor will do his happy dance!

With LibraEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Libra: Hoofprints? This far out? Hmm... It seems they continue for some distance.
  • Sully: Looking for something, Libra? I can help if you want.
  • Libra: Ah, Sully. You are very kind. And what's more, you've helped already. For it seems you are responsible for the far-ranging hoofprints.
  • Sully: You mean my HORSE is responsible, right? Anyway, sounds like you've got time on your hands. Mind if we talk for a bit?
  • Libra: I'm afraid I haven't much of interest to say, but I'm more than happy to listen.
  • Sully: With all the newcomers we're taking on, the camp's gotten pretty busy. It's hard to get any privacy, huh? I imagine it must be doubly hard for a woman like you.
  • Libra: ...... I'm a man.
  • Sully: Oh. Right. Er, yeah. Of course. Well, this is pretty damn awkward.
  • Libra: Please. It's not an unfamiliar situation for me. Though I must say, your question is somewhat perplexing. Aren't you capable of supplying a woman's perspective yourself?
  • Sully: Well, yeah, sure. But...you know. I'm not exactly GIRLY. ...Gods, that came out wrong. Er, look. I'll just ask someone else. Thanks for your time, though!
  • Libra: Of course.

B SupportEdit

  • Sully: Do you have a moment, Libra?
  • Libra: Yes, of course. What is it?
  • Sully: Look, I'm sorry as hell that—
  • Libra: Is this about the other day? Please, Sully. You already—
  • Sully: Er, no. I'm actually apologizing in advance for what I'm about to ask.
  • Libra: That's...ominous.
  • Sully: I really hope you won't take this the wrong way, but I wanted to know... How do you feel about looking so...pretty? I mean...lady pretty?
  • Libra: Oh. That is...not what I was expecting you to ask. But, well... I don't know that I feel much about it one way or the other. There isn't much I can do about the way I look, after all. Yes, being mistaken for a woman can pose some minor difficulties. Especially in bath houses. Or taverns. Or, um, anywhere, actually. But why do you ask?
  • Sully: Well, see, I'm not exactly the girly type, you know? I ask people to treat me the same as a man, and I don't let anything limit me as a knight. But talking to you the other day got me thinking that... I don't know. Maybe it's just time I accepted myself more for who and what I am.
  • Libra: I fear I make a poor model for this question, Sully. You'd be better served by any number of others in our camp.
  • Sully: What makes you say that?
  • Libra: A man of the cloth should be a beacon of hope. A light in the darkness. He ought never let his smile falter, nor forget to treat all with warmth and respect. At the very least, that is the sort of man I aspire to be.
  • Sully: That's exactly the sort of man you ARE, Libra.
  • Libra: So you say. And yet, I cannot help but feel I'm merely skilled at playing such a figure. I worry that my entire person is an act. A hollow shell.
  • Sully: Libra...
  • Libra: I apologize. It was not my intent to burden you with my idle ramblings. Pray, forget it.

A SupportEdit

  • Sully: Do you have a dream, Libra? Any grand goal in life?
  • Libra: Hmm... I suppose it would be to see the world at peace once more.
  • Sully: Har! I figured you'd say something along those lines. You know, it's okay to want something for yourself once in a while.
  • Libra: To see happiness in others brings me equal amounts of joy.
  • Sully: Yeah, I'm sure that's true. But sometimes you still have to think of JUST you. It's like you're actively trying to deny yourself pleasure or happiness. I just wonder why sometimes, is all.
  • Libra: I wonder why it is you would trouble yourself so over a humble man like me.
  • Sully: Maybe I'm just a nosy jerk. Ever think of that? Or maybe... Well, I dunno. I just like you, I guess.
  • Libra: Oh?
  • Sully: It's like you and me are kindred spirits in a way. The tomboy to end all tomboys, and the most beautiful man in the land!
  • Libra: Heh. Opposites though we are, we share quite a bit. I feel a closeness to you as well.
  • Sully: So what do you say? You and me, partners for the long haul?
  • Libra: I would be honored.

S SupportEdit

  • Libra: Might I have a moment?
  • Sully: Uh, Libra! S-sure! What's up?
  • Libra: Are you feeling well? You look flustered.
  • Sully: Oh, I'm fine. I just remembered what I said the other day. I guess I'm kind of embarrassed. To listen to me run my mouth off, you'd think I was professing my love.
  • Libra: ...Then you weren't?
  • Sully: Of course not!
  • Libra: Well, it appears to be my turn to feel ashamed. I fear I mistook your words. How vain I must have been to go so far as to procure this...
  • Sully: Oh, damn. You got me a ring.
  • Libra: I am terribly sorry. I was so thrilled to hear we saw one another as kindred spirits, and I just... I'll dispose of this. Please think no more of it.
  • Sully: W-wait! It'd be a shame to waste it! I mean, it's so... Um... I accept, Libra.
  • Libra: This is not the sort of item I would have you accept out of pity. For a thing so small, it bears more weight than I would trouble anyone to bear.
  • Sully: Well, I'm pretty good at lifting heavy stuff.
  • Libra: But...
  • Sully: I'm not doing this out of pity, you damn fool! I'm doing it because I like you. ...And I want to live my life with you.
  • Libra: Then I will give it gladly!

With HenryEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Sully: Hey, Henry.
  • Henry: Hi, Sully! Need something?
  • Sully: Just wanted to chat, if you have a second. I'm still not completely sure how we wound up with a Plegian mage in our camp. Er, but don't get me wrong! I'm happy you're slinging spells from our side.
  • Henry: Happy to help! Just point me at the enemy, and I'll curse 'em to gooey bits. Pchew pchew pchew! Nya ha ha!
  • Sully: ...Right. You specialize in that dark-magic stuff, don't you? So, what's the deal? Can you really take an enemy out with just a curse?
  • Henry: Yep! Sure can. Just takes a liiittle bit of time and planning. What about you? Ever curse anybody?
  • Sully: A knight is honor bound to face her enemy in fair and honest combat. I would never resort to such dirty, underhanded means! Hmm... But the enemy might... Say, Henry? I got a favor to ask. I need you to slap a curse on me sometime. No big deal, whatever's easiest.
  • Henry: Absolutely! I'll need a pound of flesh, seven fingernails, and your left kidney. Nya ha ha! I jest. A single hair will do just fine.
  • Sully: *Pluck* Here ya go.
  • Henry: Yay! I'll start working on this little guy so we can get you all cursed up.
  • Sully: You're awfully sunny for a dark mage.

B SupportEdit

  • Sully: Mnnngh... Ch-chest...burning! F-fever...rising! C-can't...breathe!
  • Henry: Oh! Oh, oh, oh. It looks like sooomeone got cursed! Yaaay!
  • Sully: Hngh... H-Henry?
  • Henry: Nya ha ha! One tailor-made curse, just as requested. I finally got one to take. And it was no easy task, you big overachiever, you!
  • Sully: C-call it off... P-please...
  • Henry: what, already?
  • Sully: Grkk... HURRY!
  • Henry: You got it. *Mumble, mumble* *hiss* ...All done!
  • Sully: *Cough* Whew... It felt like I was dying.
  • Henry: That's 'cause you WERE! ...You totally still had five or six solid minutes left, though.
  • Sully: The curse was fatal?!
  • Henry: Well, it wasn't going to be at first, but it turns out you've got buckets of willpower. Like I said, none of the little ones took. So I had to bump the stakes up a teensy bit. Hope ya don't mind!
  • Sully: You're crazy! But I'm even crazier for having asked for the damn thing... So wait a second. What do you mean about the first curses not taking? Does that have to do with strength or willpower or something?
  • Henry: Yep yep! That's it, all right. I can curse till I'm blue in the face, but if their will's stronger than mine? Pbbt.
  • Sully: Which means that you were eventually able to overcome my will... Thanks, Henry. I think I've got more training to do than I thought.
  • Henry: Aw, don't fret! You're the toughest nut I ever cracked, and I've cracked a lot. Hey, you wanna go again? I've got the cutest little death altar all set up...
  • Sully: I'll let you know.

A SupportEdit

  • Sully: Hyaaa! ...HAH!
  • Henry: *Grunt* Yeow!
  • Sully: Oh, crap! Henry! Sorry about that! I didn't mean to hit you! Are you hurt? I didn't see you there.
  • Henry: Aw, shucks. Just a little elbow to the face! No harm done. No sense crying over a bloody nose. Nya ha ha! ...Ooh, blood.
  • Sully: You know, I can't remember seeing you get upset. Not even a little.
  • Henry: I can't remember BEING upset. Folks here are so nice, and even bad guys are pretty great when they splatter. When life gives ya lemons, use 'em to ward off scurvy. That's what I say!
  • Sully: No anger, no frustration, an unusually upbeat attitude... I'm starting to see how you beat me in the willpower department. I've got all kinds of anger and frustration flying around. It's tough to keep 'em in check.
  • Henry: Aw, you're going to make me blush. I'm nothing special.
  • Sully: I think it's your humility that I envy the most, actually. I feel like I'm always in a desperate struggle against my own pride.
  • Henry: Yeah, but you're a knight, right? You kind of HAVE to be prideful. You've got goals and focus and honor and stuff. Can't have that without pride. I think that's super great, myself! I've never had anything like that.
  • Sully: ...Heh. Thanks, Henry.

S SupportEdit

  • Sully: Grrrah! ...YAH!
  • Henry: Training again? I'll keep my distance this time.
  • Sully: I've got a long ways to go if I hope to stave off your curses.
  • Henry: Does building an iron body make your will stronger too?
  • Sully: Ability honed through training gives me confidence, which in turn grants willpower. At least, that's the plan.
  • Henry: Sounds like a good one to me!
  • Sully: You know, I was really shaken up when you were able to curse me. At first I thought I was just bitter, but I'm not sure anymore. I think there's another reason you always overwhelm me...
  • Henry: Nya ha ha! Guess you better do with a few more reps then, huh?
  • Sully: Ha! An iron will won't help with this.
  • Henry: Aw, Sully. You're getting all mushy on me, aren't you?
  • Sully: No, it's just... Well, yes, actually. Kind of. Look, you're always cheerful and confident, and that appeals to me. All right?
  • Henry: Oh, wow! That's great. Because I think you're pretty special too. So is now a good time to skip on down to the market for a ring?
  • Sully: ......
  • Henry: Hey, tomorrow works if that's better. Wait, did I say something wrong?
  • Sully: Is there NOTHING that can faze you? I just proposed, and you didn't even flinch. I'll just have to train harder than I thought if I want to get the drop on you.
  • Henry: The fighting kind of training, or the loooooove kind?
  • Sully: Oh, your eyes are gonna bug out when you see what I've got planned.
  • Henry: Really? I made a pegasus knight's eyes do that once. I drew pictures! Wanna see?

With Lucina (Daughter)Edit

C SupportEdit

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

B SupportEdit

  • Lucina: Everyone in this town is so stylish. I wager we'll find you the perfect dress here.
  • Sully: Er, yeah. Just as long as it's not TOO stylish. Frankly, you've got much more...flamboyant taste in clothes than me.
  • Lucina: I favor the tasteful and understated. For example, what about this one?
  • Sully: Good gods! I don't think I've ever seen such a...shimmery magenta. Pass.
  • Lucina: Hmm. I suppose it IS a little bright. Well, what about this one?
  • Sully: Wow, that sure is lacy. ...In fact, it's nothing BUT lace. Lucina, I can see right through that thing!
  • Lucina: Oh, all right. Well...how about this one, then?
  • Sully: Well, the color's all right, but I'm not sure about the octopus motif...
  • Lucina: Oh. I thought you liked octopi. ...This is not going well, is it? Why don't I come back another day and pick something nice for you?
  • Sully: Er, well, I'm not sure if that's a good idea, but...all right. Let's try it.
  • Lucina: Wonderful! Then I shall not rest until I find you the PERFECT dress. Something that you will truly, truly adore!
  • Sully: Oh yeah, I'm sure you... Hmm? Hey, look at this...
  • Lucina: Which one? ...The baby garment?
  • Sully: Man, is that cute or what? It's even got one of those tiny little bows. ...Anyway, enough shopping for today. We should really be getting back to camp.
  • Lucina: ...... ...Hmm...

A SupportEdit

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

With Kjelle (Daughter)Edit

C SupportEdit

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

B SupportEdit

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

A SupportEdit

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

With Morgan (Female) (Daughter)Edit

C SupportEdit

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

B SupportEdit

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

A SupportEdit

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

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