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With Male AvatarEdit

C SupportEdit

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

B SupportEdit

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

A SupportEdit

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

With Female AvatarEdit

C SupportEdit

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

B SupportEdit

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

A SupportEdit

  • Avatar: *Sigh* I lose. ...Again.
  • Virion: It was your gambit with the wyvern rider seven moves back that doomed you.
  • Avatar: ...Ah, I see. Because that left my vanguard's flank exposed. You really are excellent at this, Virion. I just can't compete.
  • Virion: Nonsense! Why, you're winning almost one match in three as of late. The pace of your progress is frankly somewhat frightening.
  • Avatar: Any strides I've made have been due to your patience. Thank you for working with me. I've really come to look forward to our matches. The sad part is, unless I manage to best you at least once, I have trouble sleeping!
  • Virion: You would not be the first damsel to be kept awake by thoughts of me, you know... But I am happy to be of service, even if it is as your personal gamesman. If our matches help ease the burden you carry, then it is my honor to continue.
  • Avatar: ...And I am burdened, Virion. Sometimes I feel as if I could drown on dry land. The army relies on me to plan their every move and tactic. I lack the experience for such responsibility. It's enough to make a woman flee in terror.
  • Virion: And yet here you remain, where a lesser soul might have turned craven and ran. Such actions have earned you the respect of us all, you must know that? And regardless of this game, your skill on a true battlefield approaches genius. I am content to place my life in your hands, and that says a very great deal.
  • Avatar: Goodness, Virion! I think that's—
  • Virion: And if those honeyed words are not enough to aid your slumber? Then I shall be happy to lie in your cot and whisper a sweet lullaby while you—
  • Avatar: Not happening.
  • Virion: Ah, a pity. I am told I have quite the soothing effect, you know.

S SupportEdit

  • Virion: I have a proposal, Avatar. For today only, let us play our game by a different set of rules.
  • Avatar: What do you have in mind?
  • Virion: In the place of your carved commander, you will play with this.
  • Avatar: ...A ring? That's...an odd change to request...
  • Virion: I'm not finished! For if I win the match, you must accept the ring as a gift.
  • Avatar: Er, but wouldn't that mean you lose either way?
  • Virion: Of course. I'll win something else. ...Namely, your hand in marriage!
  • Avatar: Is... Is this some kind of joke?
  • Virion: On the contrary, milady! I have never been more serious in my entire life. So what say you? Will you play the Virion Gambit?
  • Avatar: ...What happens if I win?
  • Virion: Then I shall withdraw my offer and bow out like a true gentleman. I mean for this to be a true demonstration of the depths of my feelings for you. I would do anything to win your love!
  • Avatar: ...Then I must refuse.
  • Virion: B-but why?
  • Avatar: Because if I win, you're prepared to take the ring back and leave me be. ...And I don't want that.
  • Virion: Do you mean to tell me...you wish to marry me, win or lose? B-but then I win either way! Er, I mean, that is to say... Is that what you truly want?
  • Avatar: You've played this game for me, day after day, patiently teaching me all the while... Helping me build up my skills... Perhaps even helping me surpass your own skill... It seems you're willing to have a wife who is your better in ways—I like that!
  • Virion: Egads! I sense a domestic hierarchy already being locked into place... But, no matter! For one so beautiful, Virion is happy to play the role... A slave to love I shall be. Now please, accept my ring?
  • Avatar: Thank you, Virion. This is the happiest day of my life... Even better than the first time I beat you at that blasted game!
  • Virion: I love you, no, I am enamored with you, no, we are soulmates! Oooh, the sultry sonnets we will spin!

With LissaEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Virion: There, all set. Now fly straight and true, my love.
  • Lissa: Virion?
  • Virion: Oh, horrors! I fear you've caught me in the act.
  • Lissa: In the act of...what, exactly? Groping pigeons?
  • Virion: Ha ha ha! Oh, my dear lady, no! ...Well, not today, at any rate.
  • Lissa: So then, what?
  • Virion: I have commended a letter to this bird's fair wing.
  • Lissa: Oh, it's a carrier pigeon! But wait, why would you care if I saw that?
  • Virion: Well, I'm something of a guest here, being foreign as I am. Protocol demands leave from a commander before carrying on any correspondence.
  • Lissa: You mean Chrom? I seriously doubt he'd mind you sending a few letters.
  • Virion: Oh, I'm sure you're right. But not everyone shares your brother's broad-mindedness. There are some around the camp who still don't fully trust me.
  • Lissa: So why not get Chrom's permission? If you're open about it, no one will have any cause for suspicion. ...Er, right? Here, I'll just go ask him myself!
  • Virion: Lissa, wait! I don't...you shouldn't... Oh dear. This won't end well.

B SupportEdit

  • Lissa: Hey, Virion. I talked to Chrom; you're clear to send as many pigeons as you want.
  • Virion: ...With nary a question about the content of my letters? Fascinating. I commend Chrom's openness, but naivete is a troubling trait in general.
  • Lissa: Pfft! He's not naive, silly. I just invented a little backstory for you. I told Chrom you're writing letters to your dear old ma and pa back home.
  • Virion: Aristocrats have neither "mas" nor "pas," milady! Such vulgar terms... But tell me—suppose I were actually a spy exposing secrets to the enemy? What would be made of your groundless stories then?
  • Lissa: Um, wait. Are you confessing to me? Because you don't seem like a spy.
  • Virion: Ha ha ha! Oh, this is truly too much. You and Chrom both, you're...
  • Lissa: What? Why are you laughing?
  • Virion: Apologies, dear girl. Your incandescent innocence simply caught me off guard.
  • Lissa: Watch it, fancy pants! It's "milady," not "girl." I won't stand here and be mocked!
  • Virion: Perish the thought, milady! I have only the deepest admiration for you. I'm envious, in fact. Men of my elevated station must suspect all who surround them. You and your brother are blessed to live free of such petty intrigues.
  • Lissa: You DO realize that as a princess I outrank you twenty times over. ...Right?
  • Virion: Oh, well...yes... *ahem* I suppose you would, wouldn't you? But then royalty has its own kind of shield from many of life's harsher realities. A fact lesser nobles such as myself know only too well! Caught between the huddled masses below and the royal houses above... O onerous fate! Can one of my standing ever know rest?!
  • Lissa: ...Nope. I still don't see how you have it harder than my brother.
  • Virion: Er... Yes, well it's a...nuanced thing. A casual observer might agree that leading an army is the greater burden. But to the trained eye, it's quite clear that... You see, um...
  • Lissa: You have no idea what you're talking about, do you?
  • Virion: NO! I DON'T! OKAY?! Are you pleased to hear it?! I... *ahem* My apologies. What were we talking about?
  • Lissa: Your stupid carrier pigeons! Gods, even if you were a spy, it wouldn't matter. Your expressions would more likely confuse the enemy than help them! Anyway, you still haven't told me—what are your dumb letters about, anyway?
  • Virion: I'm afraid that's privileged information my dear lady.
  • Lissa: What?! But after I... Ngaaah!
  • Virion: Ha ha! Ladies prefer a man with a bit of mystery, my dear Lissa. Though our exchange has been most valuable in its own right...
  • Lissa: What, you're happy you got to hide something from me?
  • Virion: No, I learned you trust me! A lady's faith is among the sweetest gifts she can bestow. This has been ever so enlightening, my dear. You have my thanks.
  • Lissa: Bah, I still think you're full of it!

A SupportEdit

  • Virion: Hmm, it should have returned by now...
  • Lissa: Waiting for one of your precious carrier pigeons, Virion?
  • Virion: D-don't be silly, milady! Just enjoying a bit of refined reflection as I bask in the westering sun's ruby light...
  • Lissa: Oh, sooo I guess you won't be needing this then?
  • Virion: My pigeon!
  • Lissa: It flew in through my window. I think the thunderstorm must have frightened the poor thing. Or maybe it just likes me. But since you don't need it, maybe I'll just keep—
  • Virion: Wait! I...suppose if it's afraid, the humane thing is to restore it to a familiar setting... Perhaps I should take it back. For its sake. Now give Virion the bird like a good lady.
  • Lissa: Geez, you're WELCOME!
  • Virion: There! The creature seems calmer already. ...But what's this? A reply tied to its leg?
  • Lissa: What does it say?
  • Virion: Mmm, as if you don't already know?
  • Lissa: What's THAT supposed to mean?
  • Virion: The bird flew in through your window, my dear. Would you really have me believe you didn't so much as peek at this missive?
  • Lissa: I didn't! It's the truth.
  • Virion: are you daft, girl?! Why ever not?! You'll never hope for a better chance to learn the contents of my correspondence! Why, if I were hatching a plot...
  • Lissa: You're not hatching anything, birdbrain!
  • Virion: But...how can you be so sure?
  • Lissa: Because I am! Because you're Virion and... I trust you. If I'm going to hear about these secret letters, I want it to be from you. I'm not about to violate your privacy to satisfy my idle curiosity.
  • Virion: How...utterly bizarre. Alluring, yes, but bizarre.
  • Lissa: What's bizarre?!
  • Virion: Your trust. As I said before, a lady's faith is a heady thing. Oft too strong a brew for me in times past...But I fear I'm starting to acquire a taste for it.
  • Lissa: Care to boil that down for me, fancy pants?
  • Virion: Someday, this new taste may blossom into a full-blown addiction...And on that day, I shall tell you all about my letters.
  • Lissa: ...SOMEDAY?! Well, if you're going to be such a CHICKEN. I'll just leave you to your PIGEON pal there! When you're ready to talk, you know where to find me. Hmph!

S SupportEdit

  • Lissa: I heard you were looking for me Virion?
  • Virion: Ah, there you are, my dear. Yes, there's something I was hoping to discuss. It shouldn't be long now. Just one... Ah ha! Perfect.
  • Lissa: Oh it's your carrier pigeon! ...Is it carrying a flower?
  • Virion: Indeed! A common enough specimen where I come from.
  • Lissa: It's beautiful. I don't think I've ever seen a blossom quite like it.
  • Virion: Now, we just take the stem...and wind it back around, through the leaves...
  • Lissa: Oh! You made it into a ring!
  • Virion: Just so. In the language of flowers, this particular blossom means "eternal love." It's frequently given out at weddings in my country.
  • Lissa: Eternal love... How wonderful.
  • Virion: It's...for you, milady.
  • Lissa: Aw, really?
  • Virion: Of course. ...And this as well.
  • Lissa: But wait, that's... This is... Virion, this is a real ring.
  • Virion: A humble gift for the woman whose trust has become my fondest addiction.
  • Lissa: Are you asking to... marry me?
  • Virion: If you would stoop so low to have me. Though naturally, if you object, I—
  • Lissa: No! Of course I don't object. It's just...
  • Virion: Just... what?
  • Lissa: what were all those damned letters about?!
  • Virion: Oh, yes. ...That.
  • Lissa: If you said this day ever came, you would tell me.
  • Virion: So I did. Very well—here. Read one for yourself.
  • Lissa: "My sweet Virion: I was overjoyed at your last letter. I hope the flower arrives intact! Your father and I are eager to meet her as soon as circumstances allow." Wait, this IS from your parents! So the story I told Chrom was...
  • Virion: Actually the truth, yes.
  • Lissa: You big jerk! You lectured me about spies and lying and...and...and everything!
  • Virion: I lectured you for telling groundless stories, my dear. A subtle but important difference. I never said your groundless story wasn't accurate.
  • Lissa: Unbelievable! ...But wait. I still don't understand. Why all the secrecy?
  • Virion: Because it's... well, embarrassing. A proud aristocrat, staking his life in a just and noble war, writing home to Mother?
  • Lissa: I think its gallant! What greater reason to fight is there than love of family? In fact, when I told the story to Chrom, I thought how nice it'd be if it WAS true... Besides...I accept you, Virion, just the way you are. And yes, I accept your proposal, too.
  • Virion: You'll wear the ring?
  • Lissa: Proudly. As a symbol of my trust in you, Virion. ...And our love.

With FrederickEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Frederick: That's quite the handsome blade you carry, Virion.
  • Virion: Ah, you've a discerning eye, Frederick. Yes, it is rather nice, isn't it? Elegant... Sophisticated... A perfect match for its owner! Why, it's almost—
  • Frederick: The hilt bears the sigil of House Claive.
  • Virion: Yes, but you interrupted me.
  • Frederick: Apologies. ...But it's been troubling me for some time now. Just how is it you came to hold a dagger from one of Ylisse's high noble houses?
  • Virion: I enjoyed a brief but fruitful collaboration with the Claives once upon a time. Well, specifically with one young and VERY beautiful Claive... She gave me this blade as a token of our everlasting...friendship.
  • Frederick: I see. And when exactly did you find the time to foster such a bond?
  • Virion: Ah, my dear naive Frederick. Not all bonds take equal time to form, you know! Some are forged in a lifetime, while others spring to life in a moment. ...Others still take but one very good night.
  • Frederick: ......
  • Virion: Oh, please! Spare me the pious air... But...is that yet a hint of...envy I see as well? Ha! Well, permit me to explain... It is my avocation to grant noble ladies a brief respire from their dreary lives. And I know of no better way to do so than by romance's sweet perfume. But I always acted the gentleman! No harm befell their honor or reputation.
  • Frederick: Oh, that was never my concern. Ylisse's noble houses are built of sturdier stuff that one dandy's escapades can shake.
  • Virion: Tell me, sir... Do you always smile so as you twist the blade in a fellow's gut? Yes, well. You wondered at the history of my blade, and now curiosity is slaked. If that's quite all, this dandy shall leave you to savor your unshakable honor.
  • (Virion leaves)
  • Frederick: ...Avocation, he says. Heh. Quite the hobby. Yet I bet he has made many other powerful allies through such trysts. Dandy or no, the man is sly. Methinks he merits watching...

B SupportEdit

  • Frederick: He's gone, Virion.
  • (Virion appears)
  • Virion: I-is he, then? Phew! That's a relief. My apologies for the bother. To think that poor fool would trudge all this way for a mere handful of coins.
  • Frederick: One would need hands of freakish size indeed to cradle that much gold. Pray tell, how does a fellow even begin to create such a vast amount of debt?
  • Virion: My dear sir, there are a thousand ways. ...Preferably all accomplished at once.
  • Frederick: I'll ask no more. Besides, there's another matter I'm more curious about.
  • Virion: Indeed?
  • Frederick: Before he left, that man offered to finance or efforts here. ...I declined.
  • Virion: Mmm, yes. Probably for the best.
  • Frederick: This doesn't strike you as odd? I just saw a man track down his debtor only to offer his companions additional coin. In what world is that not madness?
  • Virion: It seems perfectly logical to me. Should something untoward happen before I repay him, the debt dies with me. It's well within his interests to ensure I survive this bloody mess.
  • Frederick: You racked up a debt so large it ties his welfare to yours...? I've not the capacity to determine if such actions are genius or madness. You're cunning fit to shame a fox, Virion.
  • Virion: Ha ha! Oh, you flatter me, sir! ...But do go on.
  • Frederick: Mark my words, fox! If your skulking about ever comes to be a burden on Chrom—
  • Virion: Yes, yes, you'll have my skin for a stole. I'm well aware. I happen to be fond of my skin, so I give my word no ill shall come from my deeds.
  • Frederick: Keep your word and you'll keep your skin.

A SupportEdit

  • Frederick: Virion.
  • Virion: Ah, Frederick. And what deeply personal matter will you be prying into today, mmm?
  • Frederick: Perhaps we could talk about a large anonymous donation we just received? I've no doubt you played a part in that. ...And in truth, we badly needed it. Permit me to offer my thanks, and Chrom's in his stead.
  • Virion: You are quite welcome. I was confident a clever fellow like you would catch on! I doubted Chrom would have accepted if I made the offer openly. Especially considering the...less-than-immaculate origin of the goods.
  • Frederick: Hence the anonymous donation.
  • Virion: Rather genius, wouldn't you say? Elegant! Sophisticated! A perfect match for—
  • Frederick: But no one will know it was you.
  • Virion: Yes, but you're interrupting again. We've had this chat, Frederick! Ah, well. I suppose there's a kind of rustic charm to your enthusiasm.
  • Frederick: ...My apologies. But I can't help think that giving so much without recompense is unlike you.
  • Virion: You wound me, sir! And besides, I haven't come up empty handed. I said I was confident you'd catch on, Frederick, and I meant it. So now you are in my debt.
  • Frederick: Ah, there's the rub! And just what would you ask of me in return?
  • Virion: When the fighting is over, peace will return to my land. And I plan to enlist the help of Ylisse in rebuilding it. I suspect Chrom would agree without my resorting to such tricks, but... Well, a clever man takes no chances. With you there to convince him, I'd say the matter is settled, mmm?
  • Frederick: Unbelievable. You're already planning beyond this campaign?
  • Virion: You'd do well to do the same! Chrom boasts an archer of my caliber and a warrior of yours among his ranks... The man could scarcely lose if he tried.
  • Frederick: A taste of the same flattery you use on the noble ladies, no doubt. Still, we have no choice but to give our all. That much is true. Let's pray our combined efforts are enough.
  • Virion: I'm perfectly confident in my portion of the bargain, Frederick. Just see that you hold up your end!
  • Frederick: I was about to say the same.

With SullyEdit

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 tongue 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 husband 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 MirielEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Miriel: Virion.
  • Virion: Ah, my sweet... Er, Miriel, is it? How can I be of service?
  • Miriel: I wonder if I may ask you a favor.
  • Virion: For you, milady, I would gladly walk to the ends of the earth over hot coals and—
  • Miriel: I am studying prognostication, and need you to further explain the art.
  • Virion: You mean fortune-telling? Well, color me surprised! I assumed someone of your intellectual bent had little time for superstitions.
  • Miriel: Within the camp, your fortunes have a reputation for being especially accurate. Even if they are mere shibboleth, such oracles can inspire hope in people. This is a legitimate, and possibly fruitful, area of study.
  • Virion: Hmm. Well, if you say so. But I must tell you this... There's a lot more to fortune-telling than staring at entrails or poking at tea leaves! Please, my dear, I urge you reconsider this request. The path is long and difficult, and I do not wish to subject you to such an ordeal.
  • Miriel: You claimed you would stride across hot coals for me. Was that a falsehood?
  • Virion: Not a falsehood, no! More of a...er...rhetorical flourish!
  • Miriel: So you are refusing my request? How fascinating. I thought my femininity sufficient to ensnare your cooperation. Well then. If you will not proffer aid, would you at least tell my fortune?
  • Virion: Now THAT, milady, is more easily done! To be honest, I'm more than a little flattered that you're interested.
  • Miriel: Excellent!
  • Virion: Now, let's see what tomorrow has in store for you...
  • Miriel: Must you hold my palm while you work? I would very much like to take notes.
  • Virion: Hmmm...hmm. Aaah... Yes, yes. I see...WATER! Buckets of it! You are...drenched... Be careful... Something valuable... Damaged by water...
  • Miriel: Water is vague. You must be more specific. Do you refer to a nearby lake or stream? Perhaps rain? Condensation? A fogbank? Though in gaseous form, fog is actually—
  • Virion: Milady, please! A fortune is not a textbook! I saw water! That is all. Where it came from, I cannot say.
  • Miriel: Such answers would be laughed out of any credible journal. But no matter. We shall see tomorrow if your augury bears fruit.
  • (Miriel leaves)
  • Virion: So we will, milady. So we will...

B SupportEdit

  • Miriel: Hello, Virion. I've prepared a full report on our earlier experiment.
  • Virion: ...Experiment? Are you talking about my fortune-telling? The one where I told you to beware of water?
  • Miriel: Yes. And contrary to my initial hypothesis, your prediction was most accurate. I was caught in a sudden cloudburst and became soaked to the skin.
  • Virion: You don't say? That's amazing! Fantastic! Ha ha!
  • Miriel: I beg your pardon?
  • Virion: Er, what I mean to say is... I trust you were all right?
  • Miriel: It was fortunate that I'd left my books back in my tent. The squall's fury would have reduced them to illegible wads of pulp.
  • Virion: Ah, if only I was there to protect you from the tempest with my cloak!
  • Miriel: You have further piqued my interest in this esoterica. Will you not teach me even the basics of your art? I cannot hope to study what I do not comprehend on a base level.
  • Virion: Ah, my sweet Miriel. On this alone must I refuse you!
  • Miriel: A shame. Peer review is an important tenant of any scientific endeavor.
  • Virion: Er, yes! So then! Anyway! ...If that's everything?
  • Miriel: I am finished here, yes. Now I must speak with Chrom about your gift for forewarning. The battlefield applications of such a talent are numerous. We could anticipate ambushes, find weak points, avoid tactical errors...
  • Virion: N-no! Miriel, I must draw the line!
  • Miriel: I do not understand.
  • Virion: Er, well... I can't really say, exactly.
  • Miriel: But with prescience, the outcome of any battle would no longer be subject to—
  • Virion: STOP! *Ahem* Very well, very well... ...Listen, how about this?
  • Miriel: Yes?
  • Virion: I'll teach you how to tell fortunes, but you must promise not to go to Chrom.
  • Miriel: ...I find your proposition acceptable.
  • Virion: And it will take time before we can start. I must prepare...lesson plans, and, uh, so on. So let me get ready, and we'll start the next time we meet. Agreed?
  • Miriel: Agreed.
  • (Miriel leaves)
  • Virion: Good heavens, that was close. But NOW what do I do?

A SupportEdit

  • Miriel: Ah, Virion. THERE you are.
  • Virion: Eeek! I must beat a retreat! Virion, AWAY!
  • (Virion leaves)
  • Miriel: Not so fast!
  • (Virion returns)
  • Virion: M-milady! You're...gripping my arm...so very...hard! Owww...
  • Miriel: If I don't restrict you, you will simply run away again. Now then. Do you recall a promise to teach me fortune-telling?
  • Virion: Erm, let me see... You know, I'm not sure I do...
  • Miriel: I have not seen you since we forged our earlier understanding. You take meals in your tent and practice archery in the dead of night. I can only theorize from this behavior that you are attempting to avoid me.
  • Virion: No! Of course not! I've just been...busy. Busy, busy bee! Buzz buzz! I scoff at the mere SUGGESTION that I might try to avoid you, milady.
  • Miriel: Your answer is less than plausible. But regardless, here you are. You will teach me what I want to know, or I will go to Chrom. You've had ample time to prepare a standard lesson plan.
  • Virion: M-milady is nothing if not incredibly, frustratingly persistent... But are you sure about this? You may be...disappointed with what you discover.
  • Miriel: What do you mean?
  • Virion: Well, it's only that... You see... Fortune-telling has nothing to do with seeing the future. It's about seeing the emotions of the questioner, and manipulating them.
  • Miriel: Fascinating. Please, tell me more.
  • Virion: Let me think... How can I put it? It's like an exercise in persuasion. I simply tell the person something that is likely to happen, yes? And then I convince them it is an omen meant only for them!
  • Miriel: And you choose a vague, common event, such as any interaction with water. That way, when it occurs, the person will establish a link back to your augury. They are so preoccupied with seeing their experiences as special, they never notice. I see... So when you told my fortune, in a way you were merely appealing to my ego.
  • Virion: People will believe the moon is made of cheese if you just turn their heads right. Really, that's all their is to it. ...I hope you're not too disappointed?
  • Miriel: Not at all. On the contrary, in fact.
  • Virion: Oh?
  • Miriel: Though my scientific mind had doubt, a small part of me believed your claims. You clearly have great insight into the human psyche.
  • Virion: Er, well...
  • Miriel: This opens up a whole new field of very promising study. You must teach me everything you know. Verbal tricks, persuasive skills, all of it. I will record your findings and study them at length later.
  • Virion: A-all right. I'll do it. Just s-stop...gripping...my arm!

S SupportEdit

  • Miriel: Virion? Your last fortune did not come to pass as you said it would. Either your skills have become dulled, or you are losing the gift of persuasion.
  • Virion: Though it pains me to disagree with milady, I believe the fortune was accurate.
  • Miriel: I subjected your prediction to rigorous scientific analysis. No such event occurred.
  • Virion: Are you quite sure?
  • Miriel: You said, and I quote... "You will meet a charming rogue who is madly in love with you." The specificity of the prediction is what made it so unusual. Previously, you portents were of ordinary events dressed up in mysterious language
  • Virion: Yes, true. But this particular prognostication is special.
  • Miriel: In what way?
  • Virion: As you say, my fortunes are spun with words intended to provoke emotion. Like a puppeteer, I pull on heartstrings and make them dance to my tune.
  • Miriel: A crude comparison, but do continue...
  • Virion: Sometimes the person resists, and words are not enough. Then deeds must accompany the words, to lend them weight and conviction.
  • Miriel: And to what manner of deed are you referring?
  • Virion: Well, take this, for example.
  • Miriel: That is a ring.
  • Virion: I bought it a little while ago with the intention of presenting it...to you. I hope you will accept it?
  • Miriel: ...I see. The fortune you spoke earlier was in reference to this very moment.
  • Virion: Yes. I confess it was all part of an elaborate stratagem. I wanted there to be no doubt in your mind of my intentions. For I love you, Miriel! I cannot abide one more day without you at my side!
  • Miriel: ...Fascinating.
  • Virion: Please, my lovely, answer me true... Will you marry me, sweet Miriel?
  • Miriel: Your argument for wedlock lacks even the most basic of persuasive elements. ...And yet, I find myself oddly enticed...
  • Virion: I cannot always tell with your manner of speaking... Are you saying yes?
  • Miriel: I have...feelings for you. True feelings. A most unexpected development...
  • Virion: You know what this means, don't you? My fortune was completely accurate! ...I don't think that's ever happened before.
  • Miriel: Your causational approach to this problem leaves open many troubling—
  • Virion: Er, yes! Right! Well, let's hurry off and find a minister then, shall we?
  • Miriel: Agreed.

With MaribelleEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Maribelle: Virion?
  • Virion: Ah, milady! 'Tis a pleasure to be in the company of one so beautiful. Your eyes—
  • Maribelle: Charmed, I'm sure. But flattery so freely given quickly loses its luster. If you insist on calling yourself a noble, you must take care of what you say and do. Your words and deeds reflect not only upon yourself, but all men of breeding.
  • Virion: Then, fair lady, you must tell me the best way to polish my noble reputation... Perhaps we can have a first lesson tonight over dinner? Just the two of us, mmm?
  • Maribelle: Absolutely not! I can't be seen consorting with a rogue such as yourself!
  • Virion: You wound me, milady! Harsh words for one whose love for you is deeper than the sea.
  • Maribelle: Don't play me for a fool, cad. You've more love for that frilly shirt than for me.
  • Virion: She wounds me yet again! What will it take to prove my sincerity, dear lady?
  • Maribelle: I can tell you this: honey-coated words alone will not be enough.
  • Virion: Then by my deeds I shall win you, and the bards will sing of our love!
  • (Virion leaves)
  • Maribelle: Any singer who utters even a word will have a quick answer from my parasol!

B SupportEdit

  • Virion: And so we find ourselves come to this...
  • Maribelle: Is something troubling you, Virion? You stand as if you have the weight of the world on your shoulders.
  • Virion: You see the core of me, my lady. I'd thought to hide my troubles from you. But 'tis true: I bear a terrible weight that threatens to crush me with every step. And your kind, loving eyes have spied it at first blush!
  • Maribelle: Er...
  • Virion: I find that war makes people ever so eager to whine. Don't you agree? "I can't march another step!" "Why must we carry all these spare bows?!" And so on. I had to engage in a full retreat just to give my poor ears a rest.
  • Maribelle: Is THAT why you wouldn't advance with the rest of us during the previous fighting? Gods, what madness! What's wrong with you, Virion?! The fact I have even a moment's concern for your welfare boggles the mind.
  • Virion: B-but...did you see the way I came running onto the battlefield at the end? It was magnificent! Why, our foes all but fled in terror at the sight of me!
  • Maribelle: Was that before or after you let yourself get surrounded? Before or after you panicked and forced Chrom to rescue you?
  • Virion: All part of the plan! By playing the decoy, I lured the enemy into our snare. They don't call me Virion the Cunning for nothing, you know.
  • Maribelle: You are the most dishonest and silly man I've ever had the misfortune to meet. You call yourself a nobleman? Ha! I've met scullery maids more noble. You, sir, are an embarrassment to men of good breeding everywhere.
  • Virion: Enough! It's one thing to consider me superficial, but dishonest? Silly? Milady's ravishing beauty hides a tongue that cuts too deep. But alas, it's not the first time I've been hurt by words so ill considered.
  • Maribelle: I'm... I'm sorry, Virion. I should not have spoken so harshly.
  • Virion: W-would you excuse me for a while? I have some thinking to do.
  • Maribelle: Wait! Don't go! I didn't mean what I said! ...Er, at least not all of it!

A SupportEdit

  • Maribelle: Hello, Virion. I've not seen much of you as of late... Are you keeping well?
  • Virion: Well enough. Busy with noble deeds and so forth. ...Keeping up the good name.
  • Maribelle: Er, Virion, about before...
  • Virion: I should go, milady. Forgive me.
  • Maribelle: Oh, yes. Yes, of course. It's just that... Well, you haven't been yourself recently. You seem tired. I rather miss my lively old Virion.
  • Virion: Milady, when you called me dishonest, it gave me pause. Am I a credit to nobility? Do I bring honor to house and peer? Can I yet be better? I am unused to thinking on such things, and my ponderings gave me a terrific headache. I've barely had a bite to eat and grow ever thinner by the day. If I think any harder, I fear I shall simply waste away.
  • Maribelle: Hah!
  • Virion: Scorn does not become you, milady.
  • Maribelle: My apologies. But I promise, I'm not mocking your plight. I just find this ever so amusing. For you see, you have already proven me wrong and don't even realize it.
  • Virion: Hmm? You have me at a disadvantage, sweet lady.
  • Maribelle: I said you were superficial and dishonest. A blight on all who hold good blood. But here you are, anguishing about whether you are worthy or not. That alone proves your worth!
  • Virion: ...For true? A great relief if you feel so. Now I think...I must away to...the inn...
  • (Virion collapses)
  • Maribelle: Virion? Virion! H-help! Someone! Virion has collapsed!
  • Virion: F-forgive me. I haven't eaten a morsel all day, and I suddenly felt quite dizzy.
  • Maribelle: You fainted because you were hungry? I thought you'd suffered a mortal wound!
  • Virion: Perhaps if I had some salted pork... And bread... And an apple or two...
  • Maribelle: You are a remarkable man, in every sense of the word. Well, instead of lunching at the inn, perhaps you might dine with me today? I recently took down a fat boar that would be perfect in a turnip stew.
  • Virion: I would be honored, milady.

S SupportEdit

  • Virion: Ah, sweetest Maribelle.
  • Maribelle: Virion?
  • Virion: I want to thank you again for that wonderful stew the other day.
  • Maribelle: Oh, but the pleasure was mine. After all, we are friends now, aren't we? And I did so enjoy listening to your stories. Especially the one about getting lost in your own castle. I know the exact feeling!
  • Virion: It seems we have much in common, being fellow members of the nobility. Perhaps when next we share a pot of stew, we might speak of more romantic things?
  • Maribelle: There you go again with your wild japes... And just when I was starting to form a more favorable impression. I DO hope you're not going to disappoint me again.
  • Virion: It is no jest, milady, I assure you.... And perhaps this will prove my sincerity.
  • Maribelle: ...A ring? You would offer me a ring?
  • Virion: I have always been your most fervent admirer, milady. I spoke true when I said my love is deeper than the sea. When you doubted me, it sent me into a raving fit of...introspection. And so ever since, I have struggled for a way to prove my sincerity.
  • Maribelle: You thought yourself into unconsciousness for...me? Oh, Virion, that is so GALLANT!
  • Virion: Yes, I suppose it is rather, isn't it? I mean, now that you mention it. And the gods saw fit to answer my prayer in part, for now we are friends. But milady, it is not enough... I would be more than just a friend. I would be your companion—nay, your husband!
  • Maribelle: Oh... Will you ever give me peace if I refuse you? Heh... No. I don't think you will... Very well, gallant Virion. I accept your ring.
  • Virion: T-truly?!
  • Maribelle: You should know by now that I always mean what I say. But if we are to wed, you must pledge to put my happiness above all else. Agreed?
  • Virion: With every fiber of my being I agree! I shall think of nothing but! And when this hateful war is over, I shall welcome you to my home! Our celebration feast shall be the envy of nobles throughout the land!
  • Maribelle: Oh, I think not! Surely you know you must marry into MY house. We have no male heirs, and my father will insist on adopting my husband.
  • Virion: Y-you mean... We would have to live with your parents?! Er, th-that is to say... If milady so wishes...then of course I would be...honored? Ah ha ha! Ha ha. Haaaaa...

With PanneEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Panne: There is rain, but the sun shines still. ...Strange.
  • Virion: It's called a sun shower, my dear lady. Quite beautiful, in its own way.
  • Panne: That was not a question, man-spawn. And do not speak to me without cause.
  • Virion: And here I thought that was a natural entrée into civilized conversation. Ah, well. I've met many a lovely lady who built up high walls around her. ...And I've surmounted them all.
  • Panne: Perhaps I will stuff and mount you in my warren! If it is your aim to provoke me, I accept. Let us fight and be done with it. Choose your weapon!
  • Virion: A duel? How romantic! Then my weapon, sweet lady, shall be my words. I am a far better poet than I am a warrior anyway.
  • Panne: As you wish.
  • Virion: Your graciousness, my dear, is without peer. Now by all means, after you.
  • Panne: I know of you, you lecherous worm. Your transgressions are legend. You turned tail and left vassals to die so that you might pursue mates! The very sight of you causes bile to rise in my throat. I curse your name!
  • Virion: ...Perhaps I ought to have picked daggers after all.
  • Panne: I have spoken. Take your turn, poet.
  • Virion: Alas, I fear I know no words with which to injure a lady. And so, I admit defeat and bid you farewell.
  • (Virion leaves)
  • Panne: Hmph. Weakling...

B SupportEdit

  • Panne: ...You.
  • Virion: Mmm? My, my. I hadn't thought to see YOU start a conversation with ME. Perhaps this time we'll have a hailstorm.
  • Panne: You said you were no warrior. But in the last battle, you matched me trophy for trophy. You speak lies.
  • Virion: I said only that words were my forte, sweet lady. I never said I couldn't fight. Though I would never claim to be any sort of true warrior. Not after failing to protect the ones I cared for.
  • Panne: Why did you run, man-spawn? Why did you abandon your warren? You had a duty to your fellows.
  • Virion: I planned to offer myself up in exchange for the safety of my people. ...My men balked. They chose to fight and die rather than hand me over. Not only did I fail to ransom their safety, I was also the reason they kept on fighting.
  • Panne: So you showed your belly and ran to remove any reason for resistance?
  • Virion: That was my thinking, yes. I don't expect my people share that view. To them, I am as you say—a craven. All the sweet words in all the worlds can offer no defense to that claim.
  • Panne: ...I withdraw my words from earlier. You are no craven. You know how it feels to lose kin and kind. In that, we are the same.
  • Virion: We are most certainly not!
  • Panne: I do not understand.
  • Virion: My people yet live and wait for me. It is my duty—and my dream—to save them. But you had even that stolen from you. I would not think to claim our losses equal.
  • Panne: Hmph. Is that pity, man-spawn?
  • Virion: Mere pity would be an insult to a wound so deep as yours, milady. I can but pray that your heart does not succumb to the scars that cover it.
  • Panne: Your prayers mean nothing, but I accept your words.

A SupportEdit

  • Panne: ......
  • Virion: And what do you see in the moon's reflection this evening, dear lady?
  • Panne: What do you want, poet?
  • Virion: I hear taguel hold that souls of the departed return to the moon.
  • Panne: You hear true. That is why taguel do not look directly upon her holy face.
  • Virion: Fascinating. But to your question, I was wondering if you might assist me with...this.
  • Panne: That smell... Blackberry wine?
  • Virion: Indeed! And now, I propose a toast to the moon. What do you say?
  • Panne: I am surprised to find a human who understands such tastes.
  • Virion: Oh, we man-spawn are full of surprises. So you'll join me, then?
  • Panne: All right. ...So. What will you do when the fighting has ended?
  • Virion: Return to my own war, naturally. My people are still suffering.
  • Panne: Ah, yes. Your...dream, was it? Perhaps I will help you make this dream into reality.
  • Virion: Th-that's very... Thank you, my lady. ...Heh.
  • Panne: Why do you giggle? It is revolting!
  • Virion: Revolting? I've been accused of many things, milady, but never that! I am simply happy at the prospect of sparing my people further suffering. And, I must say, pleasantly surprised to hear an offer of assistance from you. Perhaps our bond is stronger than I know, mmm?
  • Panne: Or the wine is.
  • Virion: Then let us drink another toast to the peace yet to come.

S SupportEdit

  • Virion: Ah, my sweet Panne.
  • Panne: ...Yes?
  • Virion: I have something for you, if you would be so good as to accept it.
  • Panne: A bit early for wine, no? Perhaps we should... This is a ring. Explain yourself!
  • Virion: I would swear an oath of eternal love to you, milady.
  • Panne: You are drunk.
  • Virion: Aye, lady! Drunk on your beauteous... No. This is no time for idle flattery. Your offer to help me see my dream realized was generous beyond measure. But my dreams aren't yours. I want you to have a dream of your own. A gleam of hope that guides you.
  • Panne: And you think you can offer me that?
  • Virion: I will do so or die trying.
  • Panne: Your death cannot possibly help me to... Huh? What's this? Another sun shower?
  • Virion: Amazing! The very skies above us urge us on!
  • Panne: Only you could see rain as a good omen.
  • Virion: But it is, my sweet! 'Twas this very rain which presided over our first meeting. Our love has moved the heavens. The moon herself weeps for joy!
  • Panne: You are mad. ...But it is amusing. Very well, poet. I accept your ring.
  • Virion: I shall never fail you, my love. I swear it by the moon and rain.

With CordeliaEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Cordelia: Say, Virion... Do you have a moment?
  • Virion: My dear Cordelia! For you, I have all the moments in the world.
  • Cordelia: Er, yes, well... I just have a question.
  • Virion: Ask away! I count myself an expert in music, astrology, cuisine, art and more besides! How might humble Virion assist the lovely and talented Cordelia? She whose wisdom and knowledge are sung by bards throughout all of Ylisse!
  • Cordelia: Actually, that's somewhat related to what I wanted to discuss. See, the truth is... Um...
  • Virion: Tsk! It is most unlike my good lady Cordelia to speak with such hesitation. Gallant Virion cannot help but shed a tear of pity at such a plight. Mayha—
  • Cordelia: Will you PLEASE stop interrupting and let me finish?! Gods, this is awkward enough as it is...
  • Virion: Apologies... It seems your presence reduces me to blathering like a lovesick schoolboy. However, leaving my verbal disruptions aside, you still seem a bit lost for words. Perhaps I can rescue you from your traumatic tongue-tied trial? For in my boundless perspicacity, I believe I have identified your trouble!
  • Cordelia: ...Go on.
  • Virion: Indeed! Yes, well. *ahem* Here goes... You are lovely, but firm and single minded, which leads you to treat others harshly. You regret this flaw with all of your being, and wish to reform your character.... Well? Has Virion once again struck the bull's-eye?
  • Cordelia: That's... That's exactly what I was thinking.... How did you know?
  • Virion: Do not ask the gods why they bring sunshine to the land, dear Cordelia! Milady's sweet words carry easily on the wind, if one is only attentive.
  • Cordelia: You've been spying on me?! How dare you, sir!
  • Virion: Well, "spying" is overstating it a bit, don't you think? I merely overheard...
  • Cordelia: Well, I... Hrmmm... Do you see? This is what I'm talking about. I mean, you shouldn't eavesdrop on me, but I shouldn't have said that, either.
  • Virion: There are those who prefer criticisms wrapped in soft silks, it's true... But rest assured, many of us prefer the honest and forthright approach.
  • Cordelia: Oh, this is hopeless...
  • (Cordelia leaves)
  • Virion: Wait, milady! Virion has yet to impart all of his sage and sapient advice!

B SupportEdit

  • Virion: Ah, Cordelia. I cannot help but notice you seem troubled as of late...
  • Cordelia: Oh? I feel fine. Have you noticed a problem on the battlefield?
  • Virion: Your fighting is impeccable as always! But your brow seems creased with worry... Our cares always find a way of rising to the surface, mmm? And your beautiful visage cannot help but mirror the turmoil in your heart.
  • Cordelia: Or you've been eavesdropping again.
  • Virion: Never! For sharp-eyed Virion, milady's anguish is writ large on her features.
  • Cordelia: Well, maybe there is something... But that is all I'll say. And keep that to yourself! I don't want anyone else knowing I am troubled.
  • Virion: And whyever not?
  • Cordelia: Because then they might start to pity me. And I hate pity! It makes me feel like I've...lost.
  • Virion: Lost? Ha! How very like milady to frame it in terms of competition. But...dare I ask, why are you willing to let me know this?
  • Cordelia: Because you're flippant and fancy-free... You take everything in your stride. My blunt manner never seems to phase you in the least.
  • Virion: Ho ho! Say no more, milady... Virion has heard this speech before. A prelude to a confession of love! Milady, I am most gratefu—
  • Cordelia: It has nothing to do with love!
  • Virion: Aaaaah... Y-yes, then. Just so... *ahem* In any case, perhaps sometime we might discuss the source of your troubles... Such a beautiful face is ill served by the sombre shadow that clouds it!
  • Cordelia: ...Perhaps. Sometime. But no more of this "love" talk, understand?!

A SupportEdit

  • Cordelia: Virion, well met.
  • Virion: Cordelia! How my heart leaps when I set eyes upon your perfect visage.
  • Cordelia: Heh, laying it on thick as, always... I was hoping we could talk.
  • Virion: My ears await the sounds of your gentle voice...
  • Cordelia: I wanted to thank you, actually.
  • Virion: Oh?
  • Cordelia: I've been feeling much better recently. I snapped out of my glum mood.
  • Virion: That is wonderful news! But why do you thank me?
  • Cordelia: Because you were so patient with me, listening to my grumbling... What's more, by talking to you I was able to sort out my own feelings. I had no call to be so gloomy. Not when others suffer far worse than I. If there are things about me that I don't like, I should just fix them.
  • Virion: 'Tis true that when we share our troubles, we are halfway to ending them. I'm delighted to have played a role in returning a joyful glow to your cheeks!
  • Cordelia: I'm just amazed that talking to you helped lighten the burden... I guess I just thought such things... I don't know. Made me weak?
  • Virion: There is no weakness in honesty!
  • Cordelia: Well, thank you again, Virion. I'm truly grateful for all your help.
  • Virion: Ah, and so the seeds of your love for me have finally taken root, blossoming in—
  • Cordelia: WRONG!

S SupportEdit

  • Cordelia: *Yaaaaaawn*
  • Virion: Ah, someone slept well!
  • Cordelia: ...Yes? What are you staring at, Virion? Do you mind sir?!
  • Virion: Shhh, let me look into your eyes... ...Alas, no. Nothing. Such a pity.
  • Cordelia: You're starting to concern me here, Virion. Explain yourself.
  • Virion: I'd hoped that such a mighty yawn might cause a tear or two to well in your eyes.
  • Cordelia: And that would be interesting...why?
  • Virion: What could be more beautiful than a single tear glistening on milady's snowy cheek?
  • Cordelia: Heh, Virion... Flattery is more potent when it's not spread across every girl in camp.
  • Virion: Why, you wound me! Milady mistakes the pure motives of her humble servant!
  • Cordelia: Oh, really? Come now, Virion. I'm many things, but not an idiot. I see you sidling up to the maids and whispering sweet lies in their ears... Are so many damsels truly in distress that you must attend to them all?
  • Virion: Ah ha! Then the green-eyed monster has finally taken your heart... You DO love me!
  • Cordelia: ......
  • Virion: ...Isn't this the point where milady flies into a feverish denial? Mmm?
  • Cordelia: I won't deny what's true... B-but, that is not... I don't mean... Argh! I don't know what I mean!
  • Virion: Ah, but the words have been spoken, and Virion has taken them into his heart!
  • Cordelia: It's just that—
  • Virion: Here, milady. A gift from me to you. I have long held it in the deep hope that such a moment might arise.
  • Cordelia: A...ring?
  • Virion: A ring that proves the sincerity of my love. Sweet Cordelia, will you marry me?
  • Cordelia: I... Well, I...
  • Virion: I know that you once yearned for another man. Perhaps you still do. And on this front I cannot compete. For our brave leader is more deserving of your affections than I.
  • Cordelia: ...H-how did you know?
  • Virion: I am ever watchful of you and have learned to read your joys and sorrows. But finally I sensed that the scales of your affections tipped away from Chrom.
  • Cordelia: Yes, and toward you... Oh, Virion, I had no idea that you were paying so close attention...
  • Virion: Now you do. And thus am I so emboldened to propose, with all my hopes that you will accept!
  • Cordelia: How could I say no to a man who knows me so very well?
  • Virion: You need never carry your burdens alone ever again, my sweet. From now on we share them, as we share everything: together.

With NowiEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Nowi: Ouch! I really scraped my hands when I slipped back there...
  • Virion: I hear a fair maiden in need of medical aid! Shall Virion tend the wound?
  • Nowi: Oh, could you?
  • Virion: But of course! A dab of ointment, a small, clean bandage... There! Danger has been thwarted thanks to my speedy and skilled treatment.
  • Nowi: Aw, thanks!
  • Virion: No need for thanks, sweet Nowi.
  • Nowi: Hey, so I've noticed that you keep calling me "sweet." Don't you think it's a little belittling or whatever?
  • Virion: If I have offended you, you have my apologies. 'Tis but a habit of mine. Pray, do you not like it?
  • Nowi: No, pray! I do not!
  • Virion: Then I shall endeavor to correct myself with all due haste! A nobleman must take care of how he addresses others, you know. Especially one as distinguished as you!
  • Nowi: What's so special about me?
  • Virion: Why, you are over a thousand years old! You lived in the time of my great ancestors. You are practically immortal! Divine, even! It ill behooves me to disrespect you.
  • Nowi: Okay, knock it off! You're making me sound like some old lady.
  • Virion: Nonsense, Nowi my sweet! You are charming, young, and beauty itself!
  • Nowi: You really think I'm beautiful?
  • Virion: Let the gods strike me down if it is not so! You see? No lightning strikes. No fire ants nibble at my drawers.
  • Nowi: Wow. You really ARE good at this whole philandering thing.
  • Virion: Ph-ph-philandering?! Where did you hear such a vulgar word?!
  • Nowi: Um, that's what everyone says about you. ...Seriously. Everyone. Even Chrom. Didn't you know?
  • Virion: I most certainly did not!

B SupportEdit

  • Nowi: I'm SOOOOOO hungry! When do we EEEAT?!
  • Virion: An empty stomach will not do. I, Virion, shall bring hither victuals.
  • (Virion leaves)
  • Nowi: Er, Virion?! Where did you go?! VIIIIIIRIIIIIIOOON?! Oh! There you are.
  • (Virion appears)
  • Virion: Apologies for the delay, sweet Nowi. I have collected some lovely fresh lettuces.
  • Nowi: Um, that's nice, but... I hate vegetables.
  • Virion: Ah! How foolish of me, offering plants to a dragon! I shall sally forth and find a fatted calf with all haste!
  • Nowi: Wait, Virion! Look, if you want to help, I'd rather you just...kept me company. If we played a game or whatever, that would take my mind off the hunger.
  • Virion: Very well. What would you like to play? Chess? Tiddlywinks? Naughts and crosses? I also know checkers, blind man's bluff, king of the bean, field bowling, falconing—
  • Nowi: I want to play duck duck dragon!
  • Virion: Duck duck...dragon? Well, I say. I'm not familiar with that game.
  • Nowi: It's easy! I turn into a dragon and chase you while spewing white-hot fire. And if I catch you, I totally win!
  • Virion: That sounds dreadful!
  • Nowi: So, let's start, okay? I'll count to... um...one million, and you go hide.
  • Virion: One million? Do you realize how long that will take?
  • Nowi: OOOOOONE.... TWOOOOOO... THREEEEEE...
  • Virion: My life is flashing in front of my eyes! ...Very, very slowly. Well, I'll not wait for her to finish. Virion, AWAY!

A SupportEdit

  • Nowi: Hee hee hee! I LOVE duck duck dragon!
  • Virion: Insofar as a terrifying brush with death can be fun, then yes...
  • Nowi: What? I didn't quite catch that.
  • Virion: Er, I was muttering to myself about how much I enjoy these games of ours!
  • Nowi: I know, right? Playing games is pretty much my favorite thing ever. But no one ever wants to play with me! It's crazy!
  • Virion: I can't imagine why no one else is clamoring to join in...
  • Nowi: But now I have you, and we can play duck duck dragon over and over again!
  • Virion: Over and...over? Dear gods, I don't think my poor heart can take it. And yet I cannot bring myself to wipe that smile of joy from her face...
  • Nowi: Virion? You're doing that thing again. The one where you mumble to yourself?
  • Virion: I am? My apologies. I was just thinking about how sad I'll be when we stop playing.
  • Nowi: I KNEW you liked duck duck dragon!
  • Virion: Er...
  • Nowi: You know, you really should have told me sooner. It's not even dark yet! That means we have time for ONE MORE ROUND! OOOOOONE.... TWOOOOOO... THREEEEEE...
  • Virion: No, Nowi! I beg of you, no! I cannot abide the remorseless tick of death's grim clock!
  • Nowi: Geez, what's with the wailing, Virion? I can barely hear myself count.
  • Virion: Um, sweet Nowi? Do you know any games aside from duck duck dragon? I'm concerned you might, er, waste all your dragonstones! ...Yes, that's it.
  • Nowi: Aw, don't worry. Now that I know how much you like it, I'll make the sacrifice! Okay, so where was I? FOOOUR... FIIIIIIVE...
  • Virion: NOW she decides to take my feelings into consideration?! ...Still, if she is willing to give up things for my sake, then I must do the same for her. I shall take part in her game, even if it means the death of me! Virion, AWAY!
  • (Virion leaves)
  • Nowi: SEEEEEEEEEVEN... EEEEEEEEEIGHT...

S SupportEdit

  • Nowi: ......
  • Virion: Why the scowl, sweet Nowi? Do you not feel like playing duck duck dragon?
  • Nowi: No. I don't.
  • Virion: But I thought it was your favorite game and that you would never tire of it! I'm willing to have a match right now, if you like. My singed hindquarters have nearly healed from the last match! Or perhaps you have thought of some other game? A safer one, perhaps?
  • Nowi: I want to get married.
  • Virion: Playing house is a bit beneath a 1,000-year-old woman, but if you like, I'm all for it. Shall I take on the role of minister? I deliver a crackling good sermon!
  • Nowi: No! I want to marry YOU!
  • Virion: Yes, but then who will play the minister? I suppose we could ask Frederick, although it would be a terribly dull affair...
  • Nowi: Do I really have to spell this out? I don't want to PLAY marriage, Virion! I want to BE MARRIED! ...TO YOU!
  • Virion: Y-you want... Wait, to me? Are you serious?
  • Nowi: Yes, yes, and YES!
  • Virion: Right then! I see! ...No, wait. I'm still confused. You, Nowi, wish to marry me? ...Virion?
  • Nowi: AAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGH! Yes, you dunderhead! Why do you think I've been chasing you all over the place?!
  • Virion: B-but that was a game! And one I spent in a state of mortal terror, besides.
  • Nowi: *Sniff* D-do you hate me, Virion? Is that it? Do you th-think I'm...ugly? *Sniff* B-b-because I... I couldn't take that! Waaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
  • Virion: Good gracious, no! You're lovely! Oh, please do stop crying!
  • Nowi: Oh, yay! That means you love me! For a moment there, I thought you might turn me down.
  • Virion: Er...
  • Nowi: Aw, Virion. I've liked you since the first moment we met! Everyone treats me so seriously because... Well, you know. 'Cause I'm really old. But you're fun and funny and silly and it's just great! I don't ever want to lose that feeling!
  • Virion: Oh, sweet Nowi. It is true that the times I've spent with you haven't been...entirely unpleasant. And your confession of love makes me realize how truly fond of you I've become. So let us marry, fair Nowi. Not as a game, but for true.
  • Nowi: So you ARE saying yes?! Oh, I'm so excited! We have to go buy a ring right away! That's the rule, right?
  • Virion: We shall buy a magnificent ring fit for a true noblewoman.
  • Nowi: Yay! I can't wait!

With LibraEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Libra: It's remarkable how much rubbish an army on the march leaves behind! I'd best pitch in and help clean up. ...Ungh! This is heavier than this looks! *Gasp* It suddenly feels lighter! But how?!
  • Virion: Such slender, delicate arms are ill suited to this kind of work!
  • Libra: ...Virion?
  • Virion: Please! Allow gentle Virion to carry this! I think there's a pillow over there that needs moving if you want to help.
  • Libra: Oh. Yes, well, thank you, Virion.
  • Virion: Think nothing of it, milady! A woman of your beauty shouldn't be reduced to hauling trash.
  • Libra: ......
  • Virion: What's the matter, sweet Libra? Did I say something wrong?
  • Libra: I'm a man.
  • Virion: Ha ha ha! Not only are you beautiful, you have wit to... Erm, to match? Yes? Hmm... Except now that I look more closely at your face... *gulp*
  • Libra: It's all right. It happens a lot. I'm sorry I was cross.
  • Virion: You had every right to be cross, good sir! Ah ha ha! Oh, my. How could I, Virion, make such an error? Me! VIRION! Oh my stars...
  • Libra: Are you all right?
  • Virion: N-nothing! It's just that...your eyes are...so very shiny and pretty... Like two pools...of...something...
  • Libra: Can we just get back to work?

B SupportEdit

  • Libra: Virion? What happened to you? Your left cheek is red and swollen. Did someone strike you?
  • Virion: What, this? It's nothing! Just a memento from the trenches of love's battlefield. You see, I spied a pretty lass walking down the road, and asked her if she was a woman. Ha ha! Oh, you should have the heard the sound of her palm upon my cheek! Yes, well, one can't be too sure about these things, can one? Ah ha! Ha. ...Yes.
  • Libra: How...unfortunate.
  • Virion: Damnation, Libra! I've been like this ever since I mistook you! When I approach a woman, I'm frozen by the fear of committing another blunder! You have thrown gallant Virion off his game, and the world suffers as a result!
  • Libra: Er, I'm sorry?
  • Virion: When I look at your soft, milky skin and glowing, lustrous locks of hair... Well, it occurs to me that you must come from a very coddled background! Perhaps one of the finer noble houses? Royalty, even? Pray, tell me, good la—sir! Ha ha! Most good and noble sir! What is your lineage?
  • Libra: Sorry, Virion. I'm not from a noble house. In fact, I was born to poor, humble parents who neglected me as a child. I only escaped their cruelty when I found the faith.
  • Virion: Extraordinary! You're no tame rose gently cultivated in a well-tended garden... But a wild bloom that struggled out of barren soil with petals reaching for the sky! As well as being profoundly beautiful, you're also tough and tenacious!
  • Libra: Please, sir. Such praise makes me uncomfortable. I am but a humble servant of the gods.
  • Virion: Oh my! Look how your milky cheeks blush when I compliment you! It's so... Er... Yes! Right then! Good to see you again, old chum!
  • Libra: Virion? You are a very strange man.
  • Virion: (That I could possess only a tenth of his beauty... It's enchanting!)

A SupportEdit

  • Libra: I suppose I'd best get started.
  • Virion: Ho, Libra! That's a mighty pile of lumber you have there!
  • Libra: Yes, it is. The temple nearby is short of firewood, so I thought to do a little log splitting.
  • Virion: You mustn't ruin those perfect hands! Here, let me help.
  • Libra: No, please. I've got this.
  • Virion: No no, I insist! As one friend to the other! Now let's get chopping.
  • (Scene transition)
  • Virion: *Pant, pant* L-Libra? S-stop chopping... I implore you... M-my arms... So...tired and...rubbery...
  • Libra: What are you talking about? We're barely halfway done.
  • Virion: H-halfway?! I've been...swinging that...that infernal axe...for hours... Or has it been days? I know not... M-my mind is...confused... Visions of logs...piled before me... A mighty tower...reaching to the sky... Which, when I look around me, isn't very far from the truth! What army of madmen collected this uncountable mass of dead trees?
  • Libra: I did.
  • Virion: Y-you gathered ALL these by yourself? B-but how?
  • Libra: I picked them up and I carried them. It's simple, really. Here, are you done resting? This bundle needs to go over there.
  • Virion: Er, very well, if you insis—OOF! I-it's heavier...*grunt*...than it l-looks... J-just...got...to...h-hang on...a little...bit...longer... OH, BLAST!
  • Libra: Virion, look out!
  • (Scene transition)
  • Virion: Hm? I...I'm still alive...? I remember toppling backward with that massive weight in my arms...
  • Libra: It's all right. I caught hold of you just in time.
  • Virion: Libra! You saved me!
  • Libra: It would appear so. Are you unharmed?
  • Virion: Er, yes, I think so.
  • Libra: Good. Now perhaps we should take that rest after all. Forgive me. I shouldn't have pushed you to work so hard.
  • Virion: Hmm... From this angle, Libra looks quite different. Very manly, in fact. That big brow... Those massive knuckles...
  • Libra: Sorry? Did you say something?
  • Virion: Who, me? Oh, er, no. Nothing of import, my good man! Er, friend. Man...friend. *Ahem* Anyway, you are a stout comrade, Libra, and I thank you for saving me.
  • Libra: Hah! Think nothing of it, Virion. I consider you a trusted friend as well.

With TharjaEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Tharja: ......
  • Virion: ......
  • Tharja: Oh, how nice. I was just going to ask for a volunteer from the audience. Tit for tat... Become a CAT!
  • Virion: Meow!
  • Tharja: Oh my. That was fast. Let's try another one, shall we? Jeepers creepers... Close those PEEPERS!
  • Virion: Zzzzzzzzzzz...
  • Tharja: This guy's a walking curse magnet. I've never seen anything like it.
  • Virion: *Snore* You are...so beautiful... *snort* Please...marry me... Zzzzz...
  • Tharja: Oh, that's quite enough of that. Spiders and flies... Open your EYES!
  • Virion: Whu—? Huh?! What?! Where am I?! Oh, alas! It was but a vivid dream. I've never slept so soundly in my life. Such a pity I awoke at that moment. She was on the verge of saying yes. We would have exchanged sweet nothings, and then, under the light of the moon—
  • Tharja: *Ahem*
  • Virion: Ah, greetings! ...Tharja, I believe? How may I be of service this fine day?
  • Tharja: Service, eh? That's not a bad idea at all. Oh, you're going to be perfect.
  • Virion: Aha ha ha! Oh, my good lady, you flatter me! Though I must admit, you're not the first woman to tell me such a thing. However, you ARE the most lovely! Perhaps I'm still dreaming, mmm?
  • Tharja: Enough chatter. You've got chores to do. Sputter and Spidge... Build me a BRIDGE!
  • Virion: As you command, milady! Virion, AWAY!
  • (Virion leaves)
  • Tharja: Oh, I'm going to like him a LOT. Eee hee hee!

B SupportEdit

  • Tharja: Dasher and derricks... Remodel the barracks!
  • Virion: As you wish, milady! Virion, AWAY!
  • (Scene transition)
  • Tharja: Flower and beast... Cook the whole camp a feast!
  • Virion: It shall be done, milady! Virion, AWAY!
  • (Scene transition)
  • Tharja: Hmm... What should I make him do next?
  • Virion: I shall do anything you ask.
  • Tharja: Did you say something?
  • Virion: I said, "I shall do anything you ask." You don't even have to rhyme.
  • Tharja: ...Wait. Have you been awake this whole time?
  • Virion: Of course.
  • Tharja: That's impossible. A victim of a curse enters a trance state with no memory or awareness of his actions.
  • Virion: A curse? Is that what you're trying to do? Tsk! You should have told me before. Those little hex doodads never work on me.
  • Tharja: But you've done everything I demand without hesitation! Are you playing me for a fool? Because that would make me...angry.
  • Virion: Not at all! I simply find it impossible to say no to a beautiful woman.
  • Tharja: What if I told you to... Oh, I don't know. Pluck out your own eye? Or sacrifice your life?
  • Virion: If necessary, I would do either one without hesitation. Ooh! Then I could wear a fine diamond eye patch.
  • Tharja: If necessary?! What does that mean? You're evading the question. Or you're lying.
  • Virion: I never tell a falsehood to a lady, even in jest. In time, you will come to see the sincerity of gallant Virion's heart.
  • Tharja: Hmph...

A SupportEdit

  • Tharja: You are a fool.
  • Virion: An unfair accusation, on its face. But it does harbor a grain of truth. When in the presence of a lady so fine, it ill behooves me to appear so slovenly.
  • Tharja: I'm not talking about your wardrobe! I'm talking about what you did.
  • Virion: Perhaps if milady were to tell me what I did, I might better explain why I did it.
  • Tharja: In our last battle, you threw yourself in front of a blow that was meant for me.
  • Virion: Don't you remember our talk?
  • Tharja: When you said you would give up your life if it were...necessary?
  • Virion: Exactly! Well, there was also a bit about eyeball plucking, but that's beside the point.
  • Tharja: You are immune to my curses, which means you chose to take the blow in my place. What I fail to understand is why.
  • Virion: Once, in the not-too-distant past, I was responsible for the lives of many people. Yet when that dastard Walhart attacked, I was unable to fulfill my solemn duty. We were overrun, and those who had placed their trust in me were...cut down. In response, I swore to devote my life to the service of others. The dead are gone, but if I save others in their name, they will not have died in vain. It is...the proper thing to do.
  • Tharja: That makes no sense.
  • Virion: Plainspoken and blunt, as always. I do like that in a woman!
  • Tharja: You are... Hmm... How do I put this?
  • Virion: A gentleman of impeccable manners? A dashing rogue of countenance fair?
  • Tharja: An idiot who bleeds on my behalf. I hate it when people bleed for me. I'd rather they bleed BECAUSE of me.
  • Virion: Are you SURE you didn't mean to say the dashing rogue one? Because I think—
  • Tharja: Enough with your japes! Now be quiet while I tend to those wounds. Otherwise, I might be tempted to stitch your mouth while I'm at it.

S SupportEdit

  • Virion: Sweet Tharja. I wanted to thank you for your gentle nursing the other day. In gratitude, I brought you a small token of my goodwill. I wonder if you would do me the honor of accepting it?
  • Tharja: This is a ring. ...A fancy ring. I smell a rat.
  • Virion: No rats, my sweet! Only common sense. If I am ready to give my life for you, I must be at your side night and day. Otherwise, I might miss my chance were it to come.
  • Tharja: So, if someone else asked you to give your life for theirs, would you do it? Is your kind offer open to strangers and village idiots alike, or am I a special case?
  • Virion: I have fond myself pondering that question of late. But no, Tharja. I will sacrifice myself for no one save you.
  • Tharja: Why?
  • Virion: When love blossoms in a man's heart, must he explain himself? But if you were to press me, I would say I have fallen for your gentle kindness.
  • Tharja: You must be thinking of someone else.
  • Virion: Oh? The bridge you had me build was so children could cross the stream in safety. The barrack repairs kept the soldiers dry, and the feast filled their rumbling bellies. You could have used me in any way possible, and yet you chose to benefit others. What is that, if not kindness? I would be honored to give my life in service of such an extraordinary woman!
  • Tharja: I don't want you to exchange your life for mine.
  • Virion: You would deny me the inestimable honor?
  • Tharja: Don't worry. I have a different plan for you. I want you to live, Virion. So promise me.
  • Virion: B-but that is no proper oath for a gallant warrior such as I!
  • Tharja: Nevertheless, it is what I desire. And if you want to marry me, you'll do it.
  • Virion: ...So be it. As milady commands. I pledge to defend your life. But I also swear to never risk my own life in service of this task! ...Good heavens. These are the strangest wedding vows ever!

With OliviaEdit

C SupportEdit

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

B SupportEdit

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

A SupportEdit

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

S SupportEdit

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

With ChercheEdit

C SupportEdit

  • Cherche: Virion? I've been searching for you. It's time for our training session.
  • Virion: Is it that hour already? Well then, prepare your sparring gear and—
  • Cherche: Already done. I'm ready if you are.
  • Virion: Ha ha! Of course you are! I always said you were my most dedicated vassal.
  • Cherche: Your flattery's wasted on me.
  • Virion: Flattery? Surely you know by now that gallant Virion always speaks from the heart! If I had not been so cruelly robbed of my domains, you would still—
  • Cherche: But you DID lose your lands, so there's no point discussing what might have been. This is reality, where we face each other on the training ground as equals.
  • Virion: Ah, reality. I have come to loathe that place of late. You know when my lands were stripped, your bonds of vassalage were ended, yes? You have no obligation to me, Cherche. No obligation to train me as you do. You are free to serve whomever you choose.
  • Cherche: I am aware of that. But I never served you because of your land holdings.
  • Virion: You didn't? Oh ho ho! Then was it, perchance, for love?
  • Cherche: One more comment like that and I'll have Minerva eat you.
  • Virion: *Gulp* My deepest apologies, milady! My lips are hereby sealed!

B SupportEdit

  • Virion: *Sigh*
  • Cherche: Is something the matter?
  • Virion: Ah, my sweet Cherche. As always, you see directly into Virion's heart. You come upon me lovelorn and lonely, spurned by a fair lady with a sharp tongue.
  • Cherche: Do you mean me? Oh goodness! It's not often someone calls me fair. But seriously, what troubles you? Are you still so crestfallen about how Walhart so rudely seized your lands?
  • Virion: Enough! That was a tragedy, and many of my people died. I'll not have you speak so lightly of it.
  • Cherche: That was not my intent, Virion. I know that many suffered under Walhart's cruel heel. But I also know that, short of the dead, you have suffered more than any of us.
  • Virion: Loyal Cherche, your kind words fill my heart with courage and hope! Could it be that you have fallen helplessly in love with your gallant Virion?!
  • Cherche: Hah!
  • Virion: Ah, sweet nostalgia. It's been so long since last I heard that derisive snicker.
  • Cherche: I do not jest, Virion. The deed has been done, and you could not have stopped it. It's time you looked to the future and stopped blaming yourself for the past.
  • Virion: I did not think it would be so hard to forgive myself...
  • Cherche: Behind your carefree facade, you've always been terribly uncompromising. But you must promise that you won't surrender to hopelessness and despair.
  • Virion: Then I shall promise it, but only because you ask. But in return, you must promise me something, sweet Cherche. If the day comes when you must choose between loyalty to me or your own path... I want you to do whatever is best for you and give no thought to me. Agreed?
  • Cherche: Why, Virion, what a serious speech! But it's hardly necessary. I had no intention of taking you into account when making such choices.
  • Virion: W-well, good. ...Yes, good. Exactly as I would have it. Though I suppose you could think about me a LITTLE bit! If you...wanted to.
  • Cherche: Now now. Don't give it another thought. ...I certainly won't.

A SupportEdit

  • Virion: I wish I knew what was happening to our homeland right now.
  • Cherche: The sooner we win this cursed war, the sooner we'll be able to find out.
  • Virion: Tell me, Cherche, what do you intend to do when this war is over?
  • Cherche: Return home and help rebuild the domains of House Virion. I assume your plan is much the same?
  • Virion: Yes, of course. My domains shall have great need of me.
  • Cherche: Are you sure you can handle going back? That broken landscape will have many painful memories carved into it.
  • Virion: True. But it is also filled with many joyous memories as well. ...Many of which involve you. You'll scoff, but the happiest moments of my life have been spent in your company.
  • Cherche: Come, Virion. You know I'm not one of your dizzy maids who falls for that flattery.
  • Virion: Why is it that when I speak from the heart, no one believes me? Is this the price I must pay for my flippant yet debonair charm?
  • Cherche: I think we just know each other too well to speak of such emotional matters.
  • Virion: Hmm... Perhaps you are right.

S SupportEdit

  • Cherche: Time for you to go, Virion.
  • Virion: Alas! Am I to be shooed away so soon?
  • Cherche: You're practically nodding off. I don't want to sit here and listen to you snore.
  • Virion: Yes, I'm afraid I haven't been sleeping well recently. My cot is cold, and I've no one to share it.
  • Cherche: Have you tried seducing a lonely kitchen wench?
  • Virion: Do you think I can find happiness with just any random lass? I have standards, dear!
  • Cherche: There are as many maids as stars in the sky. There must be SOMEONE you like.
  • Virion: Yes, and you know full well who it is.
  • Cherche: Oh, Virion. We talked about this before. We're too close to each other.
  • Virion: Yes, we are close. Closer perhaps than any two people have ever been! I can no more imagine being without you than being without air or water! How can another woman be anything but a shadow of what you are to me?
  • Cherche: Now you're just practicing lines for your next conquest.
  • Virion: You, of all people should know when I'm being sincere.
  • Cherche: Yes. I suppose I do.
  • Virion: And though I fear I know your answer, I have one final card to play. ...I have brought you something.
  • Cherche: Is that what I think it is?
  • Virion: If you think it's an engagement ring, then yes. It is indeed. Do you believe me now?
  • Cherche: I suppose I must.
  • Virion: Then what is your answer? Will you accept?
  • Cherche: Heh. I think I have to. Who else would agree to be YOUR wife? I warn you though: once we tie the knot, your days of maids are over. Stray from me but once, and I'll have you to Minerva as a snack.
  • Virion: Nothing will be further from my mind! ...Well, the maid part. I'm always quite concerned about your little pet.
  • Cherche: Did you hear that, Minerva? You must ensure he keeps his promise.
  • (Minerva cries out)
  • Virion: Er, can we please save the threats? This is meant to be a happy moment!
  • Cherche: Just doing my due diligence, love!

With Owain (Son)Edit

C SupportEdit

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

B SupportEdit

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

A SupportEdit

  • Owain: Father, how's the shoulder?
  • Virion: Nearly healed, thank you. It wasn't much of a wound to begin with, fortunately.
  • Owain: Good. I don't know what I'd do if...if you got killed again.
  • Virion: Ah, so that's what this was about... I die protecting you in the future?
  • Owain: ...It was just a normal Risen, but somehow I didn't see it coming. You had no business dying when I was the one too stupid to watch his own back!
  • Virion: At least it sounds like I died without regrets.
  • Owain: So yes, that's why when I say you took a hit for me, I... I lost control. All those feelings of guilt and shame returned. I just couldn't stand it.
  • Virion: I'm sorry to have dredged up those painful memories, Owain. But more than that, I'm sorry I left you by yourself in the future...
  • Owain: Father, no! You never left me! I never felt alone—not once! You and Mother were always with me because you were WITHIN me! I'm the scion of a heroine who gave me life and a hero who gave his life to save mine.
  • Virion: Wait. So all this talk about having the blood of heroes in you... You were talking about your mother and me? Owain, that's so— ...Wait a second. Why does OUR blood rage and boil at the drop of a hat? Lissa and I really don't seem the type to have such unruly fluids...
  • Owain: Well, yes, the part about my blood raging may have been for...dramatic effect.
  • Virion: ...Wait, WHAT?
  • Owain: But the point is that I'm more proud of my bloodline than anything in the world. When I remember I'm your son, I feel unstoppable. Like I could do anything! And I didn't come all this way to have you die on me again! Do you understand? From now on, we fight injustice together!
  • Virion: ...Thank you, Owain. But you're more than just my legacy. You've done plenty in your own right. Your mother and I are so proud of everything you've become...
  • Owain: Aw, thanks! But... Hnngh... This sensation... B-blood...boiling once again... The fiery pride in your bosom sparked the tinder of my soul and set me ablaze!
  • Virion: Heh. Well, it's good to hear you're back to your old self, at least...

With Inigo (Son)Edit

C SupportEdit

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

B SupportEdit

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

A SupportEdit

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

With Brady (Son)Edit

C SupportEdit

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

B SupportEdit

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

A SupportEdit

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

With Kjelle (Daughter)Edit

C SupportEdit

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

B SupportEdit

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

A SupportEdit

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

With Severa (Daughter)Edit

C SupportEdit

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

B SupportEdit

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

A SupportEdit

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

With Gerome (Son)Edit

C SupportEdit

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

B SupportEdit

  • Virion: Hello, Gerome. Have you been good care of little Minervykins?
  • Gerome: I did NOT call her that! The very idea is ludicrous! ...You must have misheard.
  • Virion: Ho ho, no need to get your smallclothes in a twist, Gerome. Cherche sometimes calls her wyvern Minervykins, too. Eventually, I picked up the habit as well.
  • Gerome: Oh... Er, right. I knew that.
  • Virion: You know, you're kind of adorable when you're flustered!
  • Gerome: ......
  • Virion: All right, all right. No need to glare now! I meant no offense...
  • Gerome: ...Apology accepted.
  • Virion: Heh, well that is most generous of you, Your Grace. Though I must say, seeing you so angry reminds me quite a bit of Cherche.
  • Gerome: What do you mean?
  • Virion: Mmm? Oh, er, nothin'... Hey! Is that your Minerva over there?
  • Gerome: It is.
  • Virion: Hmm, more intimidating than Cherche's... Scarier, more ferocious...
  • Gerome: Truly! In the future, people oft remarked she was the prettiest wyvern in the realm. Just look at those big, smokey eyes... She's such a cutey-poo! Er, I mean... Um... You tricked me into saying that!
  • Virion: I didn't trick you into anything... You said it all by yourself.
  • Gerome: That's it. I'm leaving. WE'RE leaving. ...Minerva, to me!
  • (Gerome leaves)
  • Virion: Heh, adorable when he's flustered indeed...

A SupportEdit

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

With Morgan (Male) (Son)Edit

C SupportEdit

  • Morgan: Hmm... I wonder why I have no memory of my father... All my memories of Mother are so crisp and clear... I remember what an amazing tactician she was, all the time we studied together... But nothing at all about my father. It's one big blank.
  • Virion: What are you up to, Morgan?
  • Morgan: Father! That's amazing! I was just thinking about you! Is this fate?! This is totally fate! Family-style fate! ...Wait, no. How did Mother put it? "We're not pawns of some scripted fate. It's invisible ties we forge that bind us." So yeah, it's not fate. It's the whole invisible bond-link...thing!
  • Virion: You don't 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, Father. Do you think maybe you could help me get those memories back?
  • Virion: I'd be happy to try. After all—
  • Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! I'll start preparing. Oh, I can't wait to get started!
  • (Morgan leaves)
  • Virion: That boy sure loves to talk...

B SupportEdit

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

A SupportEdit

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

With Yarne (Son)Edit

C SupportEdit

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

B SupportEdit

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

A SupportEdit

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

With Laurent (Son)Edit

C SupportEdit

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

B SupportEdit

  • Virion: Hello, Laurent.
  • Laurent: Father. How may I help you?
  • Virion: I've been thinking about how you said you were older than Lucina... Can you perhaps explain? I don't quite understand.
  • Laurent: It's fairly straightforward. Travel among eras is imprecise. There are...variables. Lucina arrived at the onset of the war with Plegia some two years ago. I, on the other hand, have been here for nearly five years.
  • Virion: There's that much of a spread between where you landed? Er, when you landed?
  • Laurent: ...Indeed. Hence, I have aged three years more than she in the course of reaching this moment. Somewhere along the way, I passed her in terms of physical age.
  • Virion: So you've been in this era for five years all by yourself?
  • Laurent: Yes. So as you see, I'm far too old to be indulging in childish behaviors. I trust that explanation has cleared up your confusion? Now, if you'll excuse me...
  • Virion: Laurent, wait! Why haven't you ever mentioned any of this before? You were cut off from everyone else for five whole years. You must have been so...lonely.
  • Laurent: As I've said time and again, I am a grown man. ...I managed fine on my own.
  • (Laurent leaves)
  • Virion: Laurent...

A SupportEdit

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

With Noire (Daughter)Edit

C SupportEdit

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

B SupportEdit

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

A SupportEdit

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

With Nah (Daughter)Edit

C SupportEdit

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

B SupportEdit

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

A SupportEdit

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

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