Fire Emblem Awakening Avatar Support Conversations
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Change Log:
5/14/13- First, and hopefully only entry.
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Quick Questions about this guide:

Q. Does Avatar need to marry?
A. Avatar does not need to marry at all in the story.

Q. Avatar can have two children? How?
A. By marrying Lissa, Sully, Miriel, Sumia, Maribelle, Panne, Cordelia, Nowi, 
Tharja, Olivia or Cherche, Avatar can have their kid along with Morgan, 
similar to Chrom. For a Female Avatar, marrying Chrom is the only way to have 
two children.

Q. Who should Avatar be married to?
A. Personality-wise, can't really say. It's entirely on opinion. Stat-wise, a 
character from the future is best. If one does not go that path, the Spotpass 
characters are the next best candidate.

Q. How does marrying Chrom or Lucina change the story?
A. A proposal scene can happen after Chapter 11 is completed, if Chrom and 
Female Avatar don't have an S support, but the highest support value out of 
all his lovers. Being Chrom's wife also effects a scene at the end of Chapter 
13 and 21. Being Lucina's lover affects only the scene after Chapter 21.

Q. Whoa, characters like Gangrel can join? How?
A. First, reach the final chapter in the game labelled "Endgame: Grima". 
Then, go to the Bonus Box on the main menu and look at Bonus Maps. There lie 
extra Paralogue maps where characters from the main story can be recruited, 
assuming the requirements are met to get them.

Q. Gods, is there any way to skip over to the end for the confession?
A. Hold down the Down arrow on the D-pad and A. The text will go by extremely 
quickly if this is done
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Table of Contents
To skip to the desired support pair, use ctrl+F and type the following.

Example: Add ! to the end of Lissa to skip to her C support with Male Avatar.

Avatar= Robin, the default name
(CG Confession)= Voice over that plays when being confessed to.

*Warning* Most of Avatar's supports are generic for both genders. The same 
for Morgan's parent and sibling supports. 

Lover Supports:
Male Avatar-
- Lissa!
- Sully!
- Miriel!
- Sumia!
- Maribelle!
- Panne!
- Cordelia!
- Nowi!
- Tharja!
- Olivia!
- Cherche!
- Lucina!
- Kjelle!
- Cynthia!
- Severa!
- Nah!
- Noire!
- Anna!
- Say'ri!
- Tiki!
- Flavia!
- Emmeryn!
- Aversa!

Female Avatar-
- Chrom!
- Frederick!
- Virion!
- Stahl!
- Vaike!
- Kellam!
- Lon'qu!
- Donnel!
- Ricken!
- Gaius!
- Gregor!
- Libra!
- Henry!
- Owain!
- Laurent!
- Brady!
- Yarne!
- Inigo!
- Gerome!
- Basilio!
- Gangrel!
- Walhart!
- Yen'fay!
- Priam!

Buddy Supports:
Male Avatar-
- Chrom*
- Frederick*
- Virion*
- Stahl*
- Vaike*
- Kellam*
- Lon'qu*
- Donnel*
- Ricken*
- Gaius*
- Gregor*
- Libra*
- Henry*
- Owain*
- Laurent*
- Brady*
- Yarne*
- Inigo*
- Gerome*
- Basilio*
- Gangrel*
- Walhart*
- Yen'fay*
- Priam*

Female Avatar-
- Lissa*
- Sully*
- Miriel*
- Sumia*
- Maribelle*
- Panne*
- Cordelia*
- Nowi*
- Tharja*
- Olivia*
- Cherche*
- Lucina*
- Kjelle*
- Cynthia*
- Severa*
- Nah*
- Noire*
- Anna*
- Say'ri*
- Tiki*
- Flavia*
- Emmeryn*
- Aversa*

Child Supports:
Male Avatar-
- Owain^
- Kjelle^
- Laurent^
- Cynthia^
- Brady^
- Yarne^
- Severa^
- Nn^
- Noire^
- Inigo^
- Gerome^

Female Avatar-
- Lucina^

Morgan's Parent Supports:
Male Morgan-
- Avatar~
- Chrom~
- Frederick~
- Virion~
- Stahl~
- Vaike~
- Kellam~
- Lon'qu~
- Donnel~
- Ricken~
- Gaius~
- Gregor~
- Libra~
- Henry~
- Owain~
- Laurent~
- Brady~
- Yarne~
- Inigo~
- Gerome~
- Basilio~
- Gangrel~
- Walhart~
- Yen'fay~
- Priam~

Female Morgan-
- Avatar`
- Lissa~
- Sully~
- Miriel~
- Sumia~
- Maribelle~
- Panne~
- Cordelia~
- Nowi~
- Tharja~
- Olivia~
- Cherche~
- Lucina~
- Kjelle~
- Cynthia~
- Severa~
- Nah~
- Noire~
- Anna~
- Say'ri~
- Tiki~
- Flavia~
- Emmeryn~
- Aversa~

Morgan's Lover Supports:
Male Morgan-
- Lucina`
- Kjelle`
- Cynthia`
- Severa`
- Nah`
- Noire`

Female Morgan-
- Owain`
- Laurent`
- Brady`
- Yarne`
- Inigo`
- Gerome`

Morgan's Sibling Supports:
Male Morgan-
- Lucina+

Female Morgan-
- Owain+
- Kjelle+
- Laurent+
- Cynthia+
- Brady+
- Yarne+
- Severa+
- Nah+
- Noire+
- Inigo+
- Gerome+

Morgan's Buddy Supports:
Male Morgan-
- Owain#
- Yarne#

Female Morgan-
- Nah#
- Noire#
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Lover Supports:

Male Avatar:

Lissa! C

Lissa: Avatar? Where aaare yooou?

Avatar: ...Zzz...

Lissa: There you are! I was just... Oh! (You're sleeping... ?)

Avatar: Snnrk! Zzzzzzz...

Lissa: (You must really be wiped out. Not that I blame you, getting wrapped 
up in all this. Hee hee! Looks like it's time to quiiietly... geeently... 
hold your nose!)

Avatar: Nh... gnnkh... nnrrrgh... ! BWARGH! Wha-?! Risen! Wolves! Risen 
riding wolves! They're... all... Wait a moment...

Lissa: Hee hee hee hee hee! AAAAH ha ha ha ha! "BWARGH"?! Oh gods, that was 
HILARIOUS! Heeeee hee hee hee hee!

Avatar: Lissa, gods bless it... I was fast asleep!

Lissa: And dreaming of Risen and wolves, apparently? Tee hee hee! I'm sorry, 
I tried to resist-I really did. But it was just to perfect!

Avatar: Who does such things? Is that really how your parents raised you?!

Lissa: ...I... I don't know... I never really knew my parents...

Avatar: Oh... Oh, right. That was... Er...

Lissa: Oh, don't worry about it. I know you didn't mean anything by it. And 
actually, there's something else that I should be apologizing for...

Avatar: Whatever it is, I'm sure I can forget it if you can forgive my 
heartless comment...

Lissa: Really? That's great! Oh, I was SO sure you were going to be SO 
angry... See, I was kinda doodling a pic of you in your big, new book of 
battle strategies... ...Aaand then I kinda spilled the ink and kinda... 
ruined the book, kinda... completely. Ireallyreallyreallydidn'tmeanto!

Avatar: WHAT?! But that was a rare text! I had just started to... ...Er, 
*ahem* I mean... It's... It's fine. Accidents... happen.

Lissa: Oooh pheeew!
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Lissa B

Avatar: Phew! I am beat...

Lissa: All tuckered out, Avatar? How about a quick, refreshing shoulder rub?

Avatar: ...What are you plotting now?

Lissa: Oh please. One little joke, one little time and you get all paranoid. 
This isn’t about pranking anybody. I figure I owe you...

Avatar: How do you figure?

Lissa: Because you’ve taken a huge weight off my brother’s shoulders, silly! 
You know what Chrom’s like. He never asks for help, even when he needs it. 
But he trusts you, Avatar. Enough to rely on you. He’s not the type to come 
out and say it, but I know he’s grateful.

Avatar: You... think so?

Lissa: I know so! Nobody knows my big brother like me.

Avatar: Well, that is nice to hear...

Lissa: So, what do you say? Free massage? Going once... Gooooooing twiiice...

Avatar: Okay, I accept! I accept! ...Thanks, Lissa.

Lissa: Okay, then... Urgh! Geez, your muscles are just one big knot back 
here...

Avatar: ...Aaaaah, yes, right there... Oooh, that feels amazing...

Lissa: How about.. this?

Avatar: WhaAAAAGH! Cold! Cold and slimy and coooooold! AUGH! IT MOVED! WHAT 
DID YOU DO, LISSA? WHAT IN BLAZES WAS THAT?

Lissa: Tee hee hee hee! Oh, relax. It’s just a frog. You were so perfectly 
calm, tee hee. I couldn’t resist, it had to be done!

Avatar: I’m pretty sure it did NOT! And weren’t you just saying yesterday 
that frogs make you “all pukey”?

Lissa: I’m willing to put up with a lot for the sake of comedy.

Avatar: Well, that makes one of us!
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Lissa A

Lissa: Hey there, Avatar.

Avatar: Get away from me, she-devil!

Lissa: Aw, don't go getting your hackles up! I'm not here to prank you.

Avatar: Ha! Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice...don't talk to me 
again.

Lissa: Hee hee! Aw, come on! ...Wait, are you really mad?

Avatar: Of course I'm mad! You dumped a toad down my collar.

Lissa: I'm pretty sure that was a frog...

Avatar: I'm pretty sure I don't care!

Lissa: Okay, okay! I'm sorry, Avatar! I'm super-duper 100 percent sorry. And 
I won't do it anymore, so please be my friend again. Okay?

Avatar: ...You're really sorry?

Lissa: Terribly!

Avatar: And you SWEAR you won't do it again?

Lissa: Princess's honor!

Avatar: ...Well... all right. In that case I suppose I can forgive you... 
Let's just shake hands and put this silliness behind us.

Lissa: Thanks, Avatar! You're the bes... AAAAAUGH! Wh-what is that, in your 
hand?! Is it a sna... A sn-n-n...

Avatar: A snake? Oh, no, Lissa. I'm pretty sure this is a worm. ...Gotcha!

Lissa: Gya! I thought my heart was going to jump out of my throat! You're 
terrible, Avatar! AND a total hypocrite!

Avatar: Uh huh... Why don't you show me what's in YOUR hand, then.

Lissa: O-oh! What? ...This? Hee he... Why, how did this frog get here?

Avatar: ...Sorry, you were saying something about hypocrites?

Lissa: Aw, it's no fun if you see it coming!

Avatar: I'd have to be blind not to at this point.

Lissa: Oooooo! Next time I'm gonna prank you good!

Avatar: And next time I'll seriously stop talking to you.

Lissa: What?! Oh... fiiiine! Fine! I guess I'll stop. For real this time. 
*Sigh* Guess I still have a long way to go...

Avatar: Till you grow up?

Lissa: No, to the pond! ...I've got about a dozen frogs to put back.

Avatar: *Groooaaan*
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Lissa S

Lissa: *Sigh* I thought "dying of boredom" was just an expression...

Avatar: All those pranks, and you're still bored?

Lissa: Oh, hi, Avatar. Yeah, it's not that much fun messing with the 
others... Their reactions are all quiet and stale and... blaaah. I mean, they 
just stare, or sigh, or walk away shaking their head... Nobody else does that 
rubbery thing with their face that you do.

Avatar: I do a rubbery thing with my face?

Lissa: But don't worry! You're safe. A promise is a promise, after all. I'm 
not thrilled about it, but I don't want you to hate me. So...no more pranks.

Avatar: ..... *Sigh* All right, Lissa. I give you permission to prank me 
again. I won't hate you for it, I promise.

Lissa: Wait, really?!

Avatar: BUT! On one condition... You have to open this box first.

Lissa: Ha! No way, mister! I know this trick! A bunch of snakes or bugs or 
guts or whatever is gonna pop out!

Avatar: ...Perhaps. It's up to you. I'm not forcing you.

Lissa: Hmm... I'm scared, but... Gya, that thing with your face, I miss it SO 
much! Okay then. Here goes... YAAAAAH!

Avatar: .....

Lissa: A... ring? Wait, Avatar, what's going on?

Avatar: I... I love you, Lissa. I love your loyalty, I love your candor, I 
love your spirit... Gods bless me, I think I even love your pranks! So... 
what do you say? Will you be my wife?

Lissa: *Sniff*

Avatar: Are you crying?! Don't cry! I'm sorry! You can say no; it won't hurt 
my feelings!

Lissa: No, stupid! I'm happy! I just... I've loved you for so long!

Avatar: What?! Really? ...Since when?

Lissa: Yes, really! And since the very beginning! ...I only pranked you to 
get your attention. Chrom gets to be close to you all the time, when you 
meet, or when you talk strategy... But I didn't have anything like that...

Avatar: Lissa, you could have talked to me about anything, anytime... I can't 
believe I never noticed...

Lissa: Me either... But now we've got all the time in the world to spend 
together! Oooo! Plus I opened the box, so I get to prank you again, right?!

Avatar: ...I thought the pranks were just to get my attention. And if we're 
getting married, I'd say you got my attention. Sooo...

Lissa: You think I'm going to marry that face and never make it do that crazy 
rubbery thing?! You're nuts!

Avatar: What?! Hey! I'm not sure I... Ah, well. If that's what it takes to 
make you happy...then so be it. Just go easy. We won't have all the time in 
the world together if I die of a heart attack.

Lissa: Heh ha, okay, I promise, Avatar. Wow, what a day... You must be tired 
out from all the excitement! Sooo... how about a quick shoulder rub from your 
new wife-to-be, hmm?

(CG Confession)
Lissa: Oh my gosh, this ring is huge! Oh, we're gonna have such a great life 
together.
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Sully! C

Sully: Ah, crap. Come on, Sully, get your damn act together...

Avatar: Sully? What are you mumbling about? ...And why are you holding your 
side? Is everything all right?

Sully: I'm fine! It's nothing! ...Leave me alone!

Avatar: You look anything but fine, Sully. You're not hurt, are you?

Sully: No, I... All right, I put on weight and my muscles mass is down. You 
believe that? We're fighting a war, and I'm getting a gut.

Avatar: What? Are you sure? You look great to me- same as ever.

Sully: Then you aren't looking hard enough. 

Avatar: Well, this is a side of you I've never seen.

Sully: The hell you talking about?

Avatar: Well, I just... didn't think you were the kind of person to worry 
about her figure.

Sully: Gods, but you are a blooming ninny. This isn't about LOOKS! I said my 
muscle mass had dropped! And that's going to affect combat, which could get 
my arse KILLED!

Avatar: Eeeep! I mean, um, yes! Of course! I get it! ...P-please don't hurt 
me...

Sully: Hurt you? Why in the hell would I do that?

Avatar: *Ahem* Well, if you ARE worried about weight redistribution, you 
could try this.

Sully: *Sniff* Gods, it smells like horse slop! What is it, some kind of 
jerky?

Avatar: It's a rare form of dried seaweed, actually. I bought it back in 
town. The shopkeeper said it contained "insane quantities of fiber." Then he 
just kept saying "insane" and cackled while doing a little dance... Quite an 
odd fellow, really.

Sully: Hmm... Sounds risky.

Avatar: Well, I know how brave you are... 

Sully: Is that a dare? Fine then! I'll try it!

Avatar: Great! To tell the truth, I've put on a few pounds myself lately... 
I've been meaning to try the seaweed but was too scar-er, busy! Too busy.

Sully: HA! Too much pie- that's your problem! All right then, Avatar. Let's 
see who can get in shape faster!
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Sully B

Sully: Nnngh... Yearrrgh...

Avatar: S-Sully? Oh, gods, Sully, what's wrong?! You look like a corpse! So 
worn out and thin! ...And your skin- it's GREEN! Have you been poisoned? What 
have you eaten lately?!

Sully: J-just the... dried seaweed... you gave me... Ate the... whole bag... 
last night... Oooooo... Unnngh...

Avatar: Wait... did you say... the WHOLE bag?

Sully: Is... that bad...?

Avatar: Sully, you're supposed to tear off a tiny piece and rehydrate it with 
water first. The chunk I gave you was a month's supply. If you ate the whole 
thing... Oh, dear heavens. Your poor bowels!

Sully: Kill... kill... you... for this...

Avatar: Sully, I am so, so sorry! I should have explained in more detail!

Sully: Grr... My won... d-damn fault, taking... shortcuts... But I won't... 
make that mistake again... Gonna start training... Rebuild muscles... Soon as 
I'm better...

Avatar: You must let me help you somehow. I just feel so awful about this.

Sully: Well... I don't know... Maybe... Oh g-gods... Here it comes again... 
HPPPMF!
(Sully leaves)

Avatar: ... Yikes, that did not sound good...
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Sully A

Sully: Hah! Yaaah!

Avatar: Looking good, Sully! Feeling better, I take it? And just LOOK at 
those muscles! I'd say your training's paid off.

Sully: I'm getting there. Still got a bit of flab right here, though.

Avatar: Where? Here?

Sully: Hey! Hands off the merchandise!

Avatar: Um, Sully? That's not fat. That's loose skin.

Sully: Huh?

Avatar: I knew something was weird when you told me you were worried about 
getting flabby. You train harder than anyone I know.

Sully: Skin, huh?

Avatar: It's probably a result of the seaweed. You lost a lot of weight 
during your trial and the muscle is still filling in. Give it another week of 
combat and eating right, and it'll disappear soon enough.

Sully: Huh. I guess that makes sense.

Avatar: Trust me. You're in perfect shape. I should know- I've been training 
with you all week!

Sully: Huh. ...Well, all right then.

Avatar: I guess that means you win our contest. My belly hasn't shrunk an 
inch.

Sully: Well, just don't go trying any of that damn seaweed! Har har har!

Avatar: Er... heh heh, n-no, that would be a foolish thing to- HuuuRRRRRRGH?! 
...Uh-oh.

Sully: Oh, don't tell me... You ate the seaweed?

Avatar: Y-you kept getting... skinnier... I h-had to... catch up...

Sully: You idiot! You saw what that stuff did to me!

Avatar: N-no, you're... Urk! You're right... S-s-so right... Gotta go! 
*GURRRF*

Sully: Yikes, that did not sound good...
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Sully S

Sully: Feeling better, Avatar?

Avatar: I think the storm has passed, thank goodness. Plus all the training's 
starting to finally pay off! My muscles are hard as rocks! Just look at them! 
Rrrrrr...

Sully: ...Whoa, that IS impressive. Hey, and check out my skin! It's all back 
to normal! See? Feel it!

Avatar: Er...

Sully: What?

Avatar: N-no, I just... L-last time I touched you, you threatened to take my 
hands off.

Sully: Yeah, well... Maybe I don't mind quite so much now.

Avatar: No...? In that case, maybe it's time I gave you this...

Sully: ...A ring? Are you... Are you proposing to me?

Avatar: I love you, Sully! I can't think about anything else! When we started 
out, I just saw you as this intimidating stranger... But the more we trained, 
the more I saw what an amazing person you really are.

Sully: ...I see.

Avatar: So, wh-what do you say?

Sully: ...I guess I've been thinking about you a lot as well, Avatar. Heh, 
even as I was cursing your name for that damn weight-loss seaweed... Of 
course, you showing off those muscles didn't hurt either, heh heh... What I 
want to say is... I feel the same way. So yes. I accept.

Avatar: YES! Oh, I'm so happy! I can finally quit all these workouts... What 
do you say, shall we have a few pies to celebrate?

Sully: OH NO YOU DON'T!

(CG Confession)
Sully: I-I love you, you bastard... There, I said it. Now don't ask me again.
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Miriel! C

Miriel: ...How discomposing.

Avatar: That looked like a pretty bad spill, Miriel. Are you hurt?

Miriel: A minor confusion. Benign.

Avatar: Everything you were carrying went flying. I see your herbs, some 
papers, a... What is this? A book? A journal?

Miriel: Unhand that, sir!

Avatar: Sorry! Sorry. I didn't realize it was so important.

Miriel: Important? Hmm... ......

Avatar: Miriel?

Miriel: I suppose it does bear some import, yes. It's a lodestar, of sorts. 
One that points the way to the truth.

Avatar: Wow. Who wrote it? A famous mage or something?

Miriel: Not famous at all, no. The author was my mother.

Avatar: Ah, that explains the rough binding. Er, no offense intended. Still, 
that's amazing. Was your mother a mage as well. Or perhaps a scientist?

Miriel: What is the impetus for your inquiry?

Avatar: Impetus for my... You mean, why do I ask? Er, I don't know. ...I'm 
curious? Wouldn't most people be?

Miriel: An automatic reaction to conversation stimulus. I see... ......

Avatar: Um, did I say something strange?

Miriel: Curious, perhaps. Meriting closer study, certainly. Spontateous 
reactive curiousity. Fascinating. But what is the underlying mechanism?

Avatar: ...I really think you're reading too much into this.
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Miriel B

Avatar: Oh, blast! My item pouch is gone. I must have dropped it somewhere... 

Miriel: Is this the object in question?

Avatar: Ah, yes! My thanks, Miriel. I keep it tied to my belt, but it's 
always falling off for some reason.

Miriel: Such actions are indicative of a persuasive downforce exerted on the 
object. My mother's book contained a passage espousing a similar theory...

Avatar: So, um, can I have my pouch back now?

Miriel: ...Ah, yes. Here is the passage in question: "On all objects there 
acts a force which pulls them ever groundward. Though invisible and without 
apparent cause, it exists nonetheless. I posit that it is by this principle 
we remain rooted to the ground." ...Most intriguing!

Avatar: ...Miriel? ...Hello?

Miriel: ...Yet birds fly unencumbered by this force. The sun and stars and 
clouds do not fall. What explains these exceptions?

Avatar: Miriel? ...Miiiriel? ...MIRIEL!

Miriel: Wah!

Avatar: S-sorry! ...Didn't mean to startle you.

Miriel: My respiratory function ceased for a moment. This is very disruptive. 
Please do not scatter my thoughts further.

Avatar: Er, sorry...

Miriel: I require a period of quiet solitude to marshal my thoughts. 
Farewell.

Avatar: Wait! My... pouch...
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Miriel A

Miriel: So, given these conditions, a body with a mass of X falls at a rate 
of Y...

Avatar: Um... What are you doing with my item pouch, Miriel?

Miriel: Experimenting in an attempt to establish a unified theory of falling. 
Whether thrown, catapulted, or dropped from great heights, it falls to the 
ground. The results have been consistent across hundreds of trials.

Avatar: H-hey! I had a lot of fragile things in that pouch! Potions and 
baubles and... *Sigh* ...You know what? Keep it.

Miriel: Thank you.

Avatar: Sometimes I wish you'd show half as much interest in people as you do 
in science.

Miriel: Well, I am interested in certain people. You, for example.

Avatar: Me? Why me?

Miriel: You have a virtuosic proficiency in strategy, despite your amnesia. 
It is truly fascinating. From this, we can extrapolate two possible 
hypotheses. One: talent is wholly independent from memory and experience. 
Two: memories and experience related to the use of one's talents cannot be 
lost.

Avatar: Miriel? Are you still talking to me?

Miriel: I am now, yes.

Avatar: Er, you're not going to tell me not to disrupt your thoughts again?

Miriel: I can if you wish it.

Avatar: N-no thanks. I'm just happy to know I wasn't a bother, I guess.

Miriel: That would be difficult. You are the focus of intense interest on my 
part.

Avatar: O-kay. I just don't like to think that I'm bothering a friend. That's 
all.

Miriel: I was unaware that our interactions had acquired the label of 
friendship.

Avatar: Why not? I think it must have happened somewhere along the way, 
right? ...No?

Miriel: Fascinating...
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Miriel S

Miriel: Might I have a moment, Avatar? The pouch you donated to my research 
the other day contained... this.

Avatar: Ah!

Miriel: Judging from the toroid shape and material properties, it is some 
manner of ring. Quite beautifully crafted, if naive in design. Is this your 
handiwork?

Avatar: Oh, no. I bought it in town a ways back. It was too pretty to pass 
up. I figured if I ever found someone to marry, I could... give it to them.

Miriel: Ah. My apologies, then, for not returning it to you sooner.

Avatar: Er... Actually, how about... How about you keep it?

Miriel: Are you certain? ...But you claim it a ring you would give your 
future wife?

Avatar: Yeah, that's... That's kind of my point, actually.

Miriel: I see. The ring is for your wife, yet you give the ring to me. Ergo, 
I would be your wife.

Avatar: Well, that's one way to think of it, sure... But yes, that's the 
idea.

Miriel: How interesting. No concrete boundary demarcates the entrance to 
friendship... Yet the spousal relationship is strictly codified with explicit 
cues and rituals! ...Very well. From this moment on, the transitive property 
holds that I am yours.

Avatar: You do have a choice in the matter, you know?

Miriel: I'm well aware of this. Call it spontaneous reactive affection. Or an 
autonomic reply to emotional stimuli. Or perhaps it's an invisible, 
inexorable force that draws me to you. Whatever the causation, I suspect I've 
fallen for you. ...Ah! This calls for a new unified theory!

Avatar: Heh, well we've got the rest of our lives to figure it out. (...And 
the rest of my life to try and understand what the heck you're saying.)

Miriel: Yes! Let us begin the experimentation immediately.

(CG Confession)
Miriel: What rapture... to have an astute significant other with whom to 
scrutinize this world's illimitable mysteries!
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Sumia! C

Avatar: That's a lot of books you've got there, Sumia. Are you going to read 
all of them?

Sumia: Oh, hello, Avatar! Yes, this IS a lot of books, isn't it? Someone 
threw them out of a wagon, so I figured I'd give them a good home.

Avatar: What a good idea! I always find it relaxing to do a little light 
reading in the evening.

Sumia: Oh, you can borrow some if you want? I certainly can't read them all 
at once.

Avatar: You don't mind?

Sumia: Of course not! Here, which one looks good?

Avatar: I'm not sure. What do you recommend?

Sumia: Let's see... Ooh, this one looks like a real page-turner! "Shanty Pete 
and the Haunted Pirates"!

Avatar: Er, thank you, but I don't like to read scary stories before bed.

Sumia: Oh, of course. Well, what about... "A Simpleton's Guide to Pegasus 
Care"?

Avatar: I'm not really that into animal nonfiction...

Sumia: Well, maybe third time's the charm. Let's see now... Oh, this looks 
great! "Wyvern Wars: Terror at High Noon"!

Avatar: ...Do you perhaps have anything a bit more... literary?

Sumia: ...Oh, pegasus poop! I'm USELESS at this! Useless, useless, useless! 
Just pick her out a book, Sumia! It's so easy, Sumia! But noooooo! I'm too... 
darn... USELESS! *Sniff* Waaaaaaaaaah!

Avatar: Oh goodness! Please don't cry! I didn't mean to imply... A-actually, 
did you say "Wyvern Wars"? I've always wanted to read that one! I mean, it 
has terror at high noon and everything, right? You, uh, can't beat that...

Sumia: *Sniff* R-really? You want that one? Oh, I'm so happy... I hope you 
like it!

Avatar: (Pretty sure I have to at this point...)
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Sumia B

Avatar: Here's that book I borrowed, Sumia. It was actually pretty 
interesting. The encounter at high noon was epic! I stayed up far too late 
reading it. 

Sumia: Oh, I'm so glad you liked it! I'll bump it to the top of my pile.

Avatar: So, what are you reading now?

Sumia: "Ribald Tales of the Faith War."

Avatar: I've never heard of it. Is it a novel?

Sumia: Yes. It's roughly based on historical events, but all the characters 
are made up. And there's lots of... Well, ribald parts. But I suppose that's 
obvious.

Avatar: You don't say? 

Sumia: Do you like novels, Avatar? Or are you more of a nonfiction type?

Avatar: Novels are good. Although I suppose I read a little bit of 
everything.

Sumia: Oh, I just LOVE a good novel! I get so caught up in them I sometimes 
forget my own sad little life. I can pretend to be knight in shining armor! 
...Or maybe an evil mage. Bwa ha ha!

Avatar: I know what you mean. I always feel a bit sad when a good story comes 
to an end.

Sumia: Oh, I know. Then it's back to reality for Sumia! Back to sad, sad 
reality... Er, but then I think about the next story and get excited all over 
again!

Avatar: So then? What are you planning to read next?

Sumia: "Mad Tales of a Bloodthirsty Falcon Knight"! ...Volume one. Of thirty-
seven.

Avatar: Oh. Well, that certainly sounds... like... a thing...
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Sumia A

Sumia: Hold, Avatar! Do you think me insane?!

Avatar: Well, I didn't...

Sumia: For I see that which others cannot! Demons and devils lurk in shadows 
dark!

Avatar: A-are you feeling all right, Sumia? Perhaps I should summon a 
healer...

Sumia: ...What? Hee hee! Oh, no. I'm fine! See, I'm reading a new book. I was 
just pretending to be the heroine. Her name was Madame Shambles, and she sees 
what others cannot in shadows dark! Anyway, I've been saying her lines to try 
and get inside her head and be more like her. ...Do you think that's weird?

Avatar: Yes, it's actually very weird.

Sumia: Oh, pegasus dung! I was worried it might be. But see, I thought if I 
could act like her, I'd maybe become less of a clod.

Avatar: You don't need to pretend to be someone else, Sumi. You're perfect as 
you are! ...Well, maybe not perfect. But pretty good. Anyway, if you did end 
up changing, we'd lose the Sumia we know and love.

Sumia: R-really? Gosh, I never figured anyone would give two hoots. But if 
YOU'D miss me, Avatar...

Avatar: Of course I would!

Sumia: Well, alright then! My next book will be about a girl who's clumsy and 
plain like me!

Avatar: Er, I think you're missing the point of-

Sumia: Ooh, wait! Look at this one! "The Princess Who Fell Down the Stairs"! 
It's PERFECT!

Avatar: Yes... Yes, I suppose it is.
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Sumia S

Avatar: ...Sumia? I can't help but notice that you aren't carrying a book.

Sumia: I'm done with books! No more make-believe for me! At least, not until 
I gain more confidence in who I am.

Avatar: Oh? What brought this on?

Sumia: I realized I was using those stories to run away from myself. Every 
time I messed up, I'd read a book and pretend I was someone else. Well, 
that's just not healthy! ...Plus I was running out of books. Anyway, I 
decided it was time to stop before I became totally hopeless.

Avatar: You're not hopeless, Sumia.

Sumia: Oh, posh! It's nice of you to say so for my sake, but you can be 
honest with me.

Avatar: I am being honest, Sumia. I've been thinking of you ever since we 
started sharing books. In truth I... I think about you all the time. And I've 
grown incredibly fond of you.

Sumia: Um, are YOU pretending to be a character now? Because I can't believe 
that--

Avatar: I bought a ring! ...For you, I mean. I'm a simple man with little in 
the way of wealth or land or social opportunity. And I certainly can't make 
you a princess like the heroines in your stories. But I can promise to love 
you more each day that we are together. Sumia, will you marry me?

Sumia: Oh, Avatar... I don't need to be a princess! I don't need anything 
else if I have you! I accept! I accept with all my heart!

Avatar: Oh, Sumia, I'm so happy! It's like we're in a storybook of our very 
own.

Sumia: And we'll live happily ever after!

(CG Confession)
Sumia: It's so nice to feel special for once, to love someone more than 
anything in the world and have them love me back.
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Maribelle! C

Avatar: Crepuscule... Crepuscule... What did that mean again?

Maribelle: Are you studying, Avatar?

Avatar: Oh, hello, Maribelle. Just reading up a bit.

Maribelle: Reading up, how lovely. I hadn't realized the lowborn read at all!

Avatar: Did you just drop by to look down your nose at me, or was there 
something else?

Maribelle: A noble's nose engages in no such activities! I was sincerely 
impressed. If my turn of phrase offended, I apologize. Forgive me?

Avatar: Er, all right. I take it back. But was there something you needed?

Maribelle: Yes. I had hoped to learn more about you.

Avatar: Me? Why me? I'm not that interesting, you know.

Maribelle: Can you fault me for being curious about an amnesiac with a genius 
for strategy? You've also earned quite a bit of trust from my dear friend 
Lissa. It's only natural that I'd want to learn more about the stranger in 
our midst. I suppose you might simply say that I hoped we could become... 
friends. Unless you object, of course.

Avatar: No, I don't object, per se. But... weren't we already friends?

Maribelle: Oh, I'm pleased to hear you say that, Avatar!

Avatar: Heh! You really can be sweet sometimes, Maribelle. Well then, ask 
away. If I know the answer, I'm happy to tell it.

Maribelle: Oh, lovely! That's very kind. Well, then... Tell me about the 
quaint customs of the unwashed masses from whence you come? I'm especially 
interested in this "slang" of which you brutes seem so fond...

Avatar: ...I take back what I said, and then I take back the take-back before 
that.
=====================================================
Maribelle B

Maribelle: A question about the material we covered yesterday, Avatar.

Avatar: Ah, you mean about my lessons on the language of the great unwashed?

Maribelle: Precisely, yes. I immediately set about to practice what you'd 
taught me, but... Well, everyone I spoke to looked askance, or avoided eye 
contact altogether. Others still contorted with glee, as if they were 
stifling laughter.

Avatar: Wait, you used that slang? Out loud? In public?

Maribelle: If you hope to communicate with a person, you must first speak 
their language, no? And the quickest way to internalize new knowledge is to 
put it into practice!

Avatar: Yeeees, both of those are technically true. But, Maribelle, when we 
talked, I... Look. The examples I taught you are reserved for intimate 
friends.

Maribelle: What?! You knew this and didn't tell me? Did you hope to ruin me?! 
Wait... So when I told Chrom he was "a right sweet bit' a fruit"...? You mean 
to tell me that was inappropriate?

Avatar: I'm sorry! It was all in good fun! I never thought you'd actually-

Maribelle: One moment. If you taught me this slang, then you must consider us 
intimate friends?

Avatar: Uh...

Maribelle: I'm afraid I had no idea! I'm flattered, Avatar, truly. In that 
case, I ought have begun my practice with you. Forgive me.

Avatar: No, that's... I don't...

Maribelle: Awright then, pet? Everythin' luvverly jubberly, ain't it? 'Ave a 
bit'a rabbit?

Avatar: MARIBELLE! Stop! Please! I can literally hear everything you stand 
for screaming and dying in agony! Look, I'll clear things up with everyone. 
Okay? I'll take the blame. Just please, please, PLEASE promise you'll never 
talk like that again.

Maribelle: Well, I suppose if it's that important to you...

Avatar: Thank you.

Maribelle: Hey, no skin off my arse, is it? I'll shut me north and south!

Avatar: ...Wait a minute. I didn't teach you that. Damnation! Who has done 
this to you, Maribelle? Who?!

Maribelle: Hm-hm! I'm afraid THAT is my little secret...
=====================================================
Maribelle A

Avatar: Er, Maribelle? I have an idea... Why don't we skip the slang lesson 
today? Instead, maybe you could teach me about aristoratic life?

Maribelle: Any chance to educate my social inferiors is a chance I will take. 
Now then! What would you like to know?

Avatar: Well, you hear people talk about a noble bearing, yes? What is that, 
exactly?

Maribelle: Well, I suppose it begins with learning to stand properly.

Avatar: Am I not really standing now? Because it feels like I'm standing.

Maribelle: You have the posture of a damp noodle! The resolute promise of a 
soufflé! A noble stands...thusly. The spine forms a straight line. Pretend an 
invisible thread pulls your head ever skyward. ...Go on, give it a try.

Avatar: Let's see. Straight spine... Invisible thread... Like this?

Maribelle: Why are you jutting you chin out?

Avatar: It happens naturally when I force my head up.

Maribelle: A pauper's intinct! Cast it away!

Avatar: Is this better?

Maribelle: Your shoulders are raised. Lower them and hold your chest high.

Avatar: So like... this?

Maribelle: Yes! Just so! There, now. That wasn't so hard, was it? I say, 
you're quite the apt pupil, Avatar. With enough practice, you could become a 
gentleman fit for the highest court! Well, I may exaggerate. Perhaps one of 
the more middling courts.

Avatar: You think? Wow, I never-

Maribelle: Then it's settled! I shall make it my personal mission to shape 
you into a man of high society. I'll instruct you until you're fit to walk 
with kings! ...Or at least a baron or two.

Avatar: Er, you really don't have to-

Maribelle: Bup-bup-bup! Nothing is less noble than leaving a task half done! 
You needn't be shy. We're intimate friends, after all.

Avatar: Wait... This is revenge for the slang incident, isn't it?

Maribelle: Less talking, more walking! ...ARISTOCRATIC walking, please! Then 
we will work on ballroom dance and how to properly wield a fork!

Avatar: Heeeeelp meeeeeee!
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Maribelle S

Maribelle: Well, shall we conclude today's etiquette lesson here, then? 
You've been very patient, Avatar. Go on and rest up for tomorrow.

Avatar: Actually, Maribelle? I was hoping you could teach me one more 
thing...

Maribelle: Quite the eager student today, aren't we? Very well, what shall we 
cover?

Avatar: How to give a present to a lady. ...Specifically a ring.

Maribelle: What? ...Since when is there a lady in your life, Avatar?

Avatar: For a while now, actually.

Maribelle: But...*ahem* not a word of it to your dear friend Maribelle?! For 
shame! Name the strumpet? I'll see that she is... Er... *Ahem* I 
mean...that's fine. You are entitled to your privacy. But I'm afraid even I 
can't teach the proper etiquette in this case. For such matters, it's best to 
set protocol aside and show your feelings honestly.

Avatar: Oh, good. Come here, then.

Maribelle: ...I beg your pardon?!

Avatar: Your hand. Give it here.

Maribelle: Wh-what are you... Be gentle!

Avatar: Aaand, there! ...It looks good on you.

Maribelle: ...A gold band? Forgive me, but that is this, precisely?

Avatar: A proposal.

Maribelle: As in marriage?! So then, the lady you were to give it to is...

Avatar: Wearing it. Heh, when would I have had time to consort with some 
"strumpet," anyway? Thanks to these etiquette lessons, I've been spending 
every day with you.

Maribelle: Well, apparently it hasn't been enough-your proposal was most 
ungainly! But it was also...wonderful. Oh, Avatar, you've made me so very 
happy.

Avatar: Then your answer is yes?

Maribelle: Of course! I have the rest of our lives to shape you into my 
perfect gentleman.

(CG Confession)
Maribelle: My lord, you saw to the very core of my heart ...and may the gods 
help you, if you break it.
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Panne! C

Avatar: Er, Panne?

Panne: What?

Avatar: Would you tell me more about the taguel? I barely know a thing about 
them, and I thought... I mean, if you don't mind...

Panne: I do not.

Avatar: ...Wait, really?

Panne: No, I do not mind. Why do you doubt me?

Avatar: I don't know, I guess I just didn't imagine you saying yes so easily. 
I was all ready to argue my case. You kind of took the wind out of my sails.

Panne: Is it I who frighten you so, man-spawn? Or the fact I am taguel?

Avatar: N-no, neither! Nothing like that. It's just... I thought you might 
not take kindly to me asking about your people. I know it was humans like me 
who killed them, after all.

Panne: Humans like you, yes. But not you. You do not bear the blame for what 
was done, so do not bear the guilt. Guilt creates distance. If you would 
learn of my people, cast it aside.

Avatar: All right.

Panne: Mmm. At last you are calm. Your heart has slowed.

Avatar: You can hear my heartbeat?

Panne: Lesson one-taguel have strong ears. A heart's beat always betrays its 
owner.

Avatar: Heh. Remind me never to play cards against you... Oh, I have a 
meeting, but I would love to know more... Can we talk again soon?

Panne: Of course. It is nice to find someone who is curious about my people.
=====================================================
Panne B

Avatar: So, do all shape-shifters turn into rabbits, Panne?

Panne: No. There were others, far from here. Tribes of cat-wearers and bird-
wearers.

Avatar: Woah, I would have loved to see that... I bet they were so cuddly and 
cute! Er...sorry. I probably shouldn't call a race of proud warriors "cute."

Panne: They were not cute. At least, not like the rabbit-wearers are cute. 
But then, what is? Nothing.

Avatar: Heh heh, r-right. So, did you ever meet these tribes yourself?

Panne: Long ago. How they fare now, I do not know. Perhaps they shared the 
same bloody fate as my own people...

Avatar: I... I didn't mean to...

Panne: I am sorry. There is no call for you to share in my gloom. So, another 
question?

Avatar: Oh... Um, well, what do you like to eat?

Panne: Taguel eat many things.

Avatar: No, I mean you, specifically. I'm on kitchen duty tonight-I'll cook 
whatever you want. It was me being nosey that made you sad, right? Let me 
cheer you back up!

Panne: You are...oddly kind.

Avatar: So, let me guess... Carrot stew?

Panne: ...How did you know?

Avatar: Ha ha, sorry! I know, just because you're a rabbit doesn't mean 
you... Wait, I was right?
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Panne A

Panne: *Sniff* Ah! Is that your famous carrot stew I smell? I hope you don't 
mind if I sneak a taste before dinner?

Avatar: No, Panne, wait! That's not for-

Panne: *Sluuuurp*

Avatar: ...Oh dear. I'm SO sorry, Panne, but I messed up the recipe on that 
batch. Everybody said it tasted...off. Well, actually they said it tasted 
like last month's dishwater, but...

Panne: It seems perfectly fine to me.

Avatar: ...You've got to be joking.

Panne: Taguel never joke about food. Nothing seems off here. It tastes 
exactly the same as every other time you have made it.

Avatar: It does?! You mean, ALL the stews tasted like this to you? And you 
ate them? Taguel taste buds must not work like ours. ...Or at all.

Panne: Would you mind if I had a bowl?

Avatar: Hey, take the whole pot if you want! No one else will touch the 
stuff.

Panne: Many thanks. You really are too kind, Avatar.

Avatar: Soup-er happy to hear you say that, Panne!
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Panne S

Panne: Mmm, that was excellent. Delicious, as always, Avatar.

Avatar: Not a widely held opinion, but thanks.

Panne: That suits me fine. I get your food all to myself. More warmth for me.

Avatar: I suppose it is warm, at least... Not a very high bar, is it?

Panne: No. Not that warmth. I mean it warms my heart. I had forgotten what 
that felt like. I was alone for so long...

Avatar: .....

Panne: ...Heh, I am being gloomy again. Forget I said anything.

Avatar: Panne, I... Here.

Panne: Wait, this is...?

Avatar: It's a ring, Panne. I want you to marry me.

Panne: ...Marry?

Avatar: Oh, well... Marriage is when two people promise to stay with each 
other for life. You mean so much to me. It tears me up to think of you being 
alone... You've had too much of that already. ...Let me be your family.

Panne: You would do that?

Avatar: If you'll let me, yes.

Panne: And I would never be alone again?

Avatar: Not for as long as I lived.

Panne: And will you cook for me every day?

Avatar: If you want, sure.

Panne: ...I knew you were kind, Avatar. But this... I'm happier than I 
believed possible! This is better than the first time I tried your carrot 
stew!

Avatar: Well I should HOPE I'm better than that!

(CG Confession)
Panne: To think that I might love a human. Oh, what a strange world this is.
=====================================================
Cordelia! C

Avatar: Ow! I used the last of the salve yesterday, but this cut still 
stings... What to do, what to do...

Cordelia: You're not out of salve. I restocked your medical supplies this 
morning.

Avatar: You did? Ah, that's great. Thank you, Cordelia. You never miss a 
detail, do you?

Cordelia: I just like to stay on top of things. By taking stock of everyone's 
equipment, I know when anything needs replacing.

Avatar: Wait, you keep track of EVERYONE'S equipment?! ...All in your head?

Cordelia: Of course. Imagine the chaos if our potions and equipment ran out 
at the same time.

Avatar: ...Gods. I can certainly see why everyone calls you a genius.

Cordelia: Do not call me that!

Avatar: Oh, I'm sorry... I meant no offense.

Cordelia: ...No, of course you didn't. Please forgive me. It's just that...my 
superiors called me that from the moment I joined the knights. It was so very 
hard sometimes... Little Lady genius, they called me. They teased and taunted 
me...

Avatar: Oh...

Cordelia: They mocked me, too... My appearance, and my javelin technique...

Avatar: Gracious! I had no idea members of the pegasus knights could be so 
spiteful... I assure you, when I called you a genius, I meant it only as a 
compliment.

Cordelia: I know. I'm just overly sensitive, that's all.

Avatar: Well, if you ever need to talk, just let me know.

Cordelia: Well, since you offered... What do you think of this javelin? I'm 
not sure about the balance, myself.

Avatar: Er, I meant if you ever need to talk about... Never mind.
=====================================================
Cordelia B

Cordelia: Avatar! Look, I crafted a new javelin based on your feedback.

Avatar: You MADE one?

Cordelia: Er, yes?

Avatar: As in, you forged it yourself? You didn't assemble it...from a kit, 
or something?

Cordelia: No... I cut a sapling, fashioned a grip, and hammered the point in 
the forge. I suppose I could have waited around for the javelin fairy, but 
she's so unpredictable. here, look. See the pattern on the shaft? It's my own 
design. ...Well? What do you think?

Avatar: I think that I wasn't expecting you to go and fashion a whole javelin 
from scratch! You really ARE a genius!

Cordelia: I beg your pardon?

Avatar: Oh, I... Sorry. I know you're sensitive about that word. I take it 
back. Anyway, I'm glad I was able to help. If there's anything else I can 
do...

Cordelia: Heh, Avatar, you are far too kind! Why, if I... N-no, wait. We 
can't be doing this. People will get the wrong idea!

Avatar: Doing what? What wrong idea?

Cordelia: If you're so kind to me all the time, people will start to 
think...we're friends.

Avatar: ...Oh. I thought you were going to say something else... Er, but why 
would that be so bad? We are friends...aren't we?

Cordelia: D-do you think so?! Truly?

Avatar: Of course. Why not?

Cordelia: Oh, I'm sorry. I guess... I guess I grew accustomed to not having 
any. I was the youngest recruit in the pegasus knights. All of my comrades 
were veterans. There was no one whom I could truly call my "friend."

Avatar: That's...so very sad.

Cordelia: Oh, well as I said, I grew accustomed to it. Besides, I did have my 
pegasus to talk to. Even if the chats were a bit one sided...

Avatar: Heh, I guess they would be...
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Cordelia A

Cordelia: Avatar! Guess what? I showed my new javelin to everyone in camp. 
They were all so complimentary! Thank you again for the help.

Avatar: Don't thank me! You're the one who went out and learned smithery. I'm 
just glad it all worked out. If only those pegasus knights could see you now!

Cordelia: Heh, perhaps they are looking on from the afterlife.

Avatar: Eh, the afterlife?

Cordelia: Yes, if you believe in such things. ...You do know the story, don't 
you? How my fellow knights gave their lives so I could escape and warn your 
party?

Avatar: Gracious, no! I mean, I knew that some of them... I just... I didn't 
think those were the same knights who... I'm sorry. I didn't fully understand 
until this moment.

Cordelia: That's all right. I suppose how I put things is partly to blame.

Avatar: So despite all the teasing, they loved you enough in the end to die 
for you?

Cordelia: I was surprised, too! It turns out they'd pretty much decided I was 
the future. The insults and so forth were just the usual hazing of a new 
recuit. *Sniff* My only regret is... I wish we'd had more time to...get to 
know each other. I only learned...how much they loved me...in those last, 
awful moments...

Avatar: Cordelia...

Cordelia: *Sniff* R-right, then. Enough self-pity. I don't want to try your 
patience. ...But I must say, it does feel good to get this off my chest.

Avatar: I understand now why you don't like to be called a genius.

Cordelia: You do?

Avatar: Remember how upset you got the first time I called you that? I 
thought it reminded you of a sarcastic insult, but in fact it was the 
opposite. When your comrades sacrificed themselves for you, you realized that 
they meant it.

Cordelia: You're rather clever yourself, working all that out on your owm.

Avatar: Not clever, no. Just blessed with the kind of insight close friends 
share. Because I AM a close friend now, and I'll always be here for you.

Cordelia: *Sniff* Oh, Avatar. ...Th-thank you.
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Cordelia S

Avatar: Cordelia, what are you doing?

Cordelia: I'm going to see how far I can throw my homemade javelin!

Avatar: From the top of this cliff?! You'll never see it again!

Cordelia: That's the idea. Seeing it only reminds me of my fallen comrades. 
If I'm ever going to be the knight they hoped I'd be, I have to let go of the 
past.

Avatar: ...I daresay you're right.

Cordelia: So, here goes. ONE! TWO! THREEEEEEEEE!

Avatar: Woah, what a throw! That javelin sailed like the wind! You really are 
a geniu- Er, you are skilled at many things.

Cordelia: Oh, it's all right. I'm not going to get upset about that word 
anymore. And I promise not to collapse weeping into your arms ever again!

Avatar: Oh, er... Right. Ha ha! I'd forgotten about that...

Cordelia: Avatar, are you blushing? Don't tell me you've fallen for me!

Avatar: Er, actually...

Cordelia: Hee hee, just a joke.

Avatar: I know, but... Um... You were right.

Cordelia: ...Ah, I get it! Trying to get me back? Ha ha. Good one, Avatar!

Avatar: No... I'm not joking. In fact I've never been more serious. And to 
prove it... here.

Cordelia: Oh, heavens. It's... It's a ring.

Avatar: Will you marry me, Cordelia?

Cordelia: Why, Avatar... The thing is... Yes! Oh yes, with all that I am! I 
accept with all my heart!

Avatar: Truly?! Th-that's wonderful! Oh, Cordelia, you've made me so happy!

Cordelia: Not half as happy as you've made me!

(CG Confession)
Cordelia: Thank you. I thought nothing could warm my heart again. I shall 
love you above all others, for the rest of my days.
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Nowi! C

Nowi: HIYAAA!

Avatar: Yeowch!

Nowi: Argh! Sorry, Avatar! Are you all right?

Avatar: You mean, apart from this lump on my head? What is this you threw at 
me?

Nowi: That shiny rock that happens to be my most treasured possession. It 
took AGES to find.

Avatar: If it's so precious, why are you tossing it around?

Nowi: I was trying to hit that big snake! Did you see it? It slithered away 
real fast.

Avatar: ...So you're hunting game? With a rock?

Nowi: Exactly! I almost got him, too. ...Oh, look! There it is again! See?

Avatar: Here, let me try.

Nowi: You think you can hit it?

Avatar: Casting magic or hurling stones, it's all about focus and control. 
And you have to lead your target... Like...THIS!

Nowi: Oh, WOWZERS! Nailed it right in the head! That was great!

Avatar: Well, I have my moments.

Nowi: How did you do it?! You've got to show me!

Avatar: All right. First of all, you want to grip the stone like this...

Nowi: Okay...
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Nowi B

Nowi: Hey. Avatar! Look what I got!

Avatar: My, that's a big snake! Did you catch it yourself?

Nowi: Yep! But only because of your rock-throwing lessons. Oh, and to thank 
you for all the help, I want you to have this...

Avatar: But... this is your shiny rock. Your most treasured possession?

Nowi: Oh, I'm not THAT fond of it. Besides, I'll just find another one.

Avatar: Well, that's... very generous of you. Thank you, Nowi.

Nowi: Say, Avatar. You're a good teacher. Is there anything else you can show 
me?

Avatar: Well, how about trying your hand at field cooking? You know, campfire 
cuisine? Frederick has just started teaching me the basics, so I'm not very 
good yet, but...

Nowi: That's perfect! We'll practice together and be gourmet chefs before you 
know it!

Avatar: With that kind of enthusiasm, we just might, heh heh...
(Time passes)
Avatar: ...Well, it looks... edible? At least?

Nowi: AT LEAST? I think it smells totally scrumptious!

Avatar: The proof is in the flavor. Which, I don't know... Looks like it 
could fall anywhere between mud and toenails...

Nowi: Avatar, what ARE you mumbling about? Let's hurry up and eat already!

Avatar: Er, right. H-here goes nothing. *Munch, munch*

Nowi: *Chomp, chomp* Hee hee! See? It's DELICIOUS! It came out just right! 

Avatar: It did, didn't it? Thank goodness Frederick is such a good teacher.

Nowi: No, YOU'RE a good student! I wish I could remember things as well as 
you. I've lived a thousand years, and what can I do? Nothing, that's what.

Avatar: Don't say that. You've got time to learn all kinds of things. And of 
course I'll help, if you like.

Nowi: Aw, thanks, Avatar.
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Nowi A

Avatar: So you split the blade of grass, cup it in your hands like so, and 
blow... FfffffvvvVVVVVVVWWWEEEEEE!

Nowi: Wow! It's just like a flute!

Avatar: Here, why don't you try?

Nowi: Er, okay. Here I go... Pfffth... Thfffptht... Aw, that didn't sound 
like anything! Maybe I'm not puffing hard enough? If I turn into a dragon, I 
could blow-

Avatar: Er, probably not a good idea. We don't want to start a wildfire.

Nowi: *Sigh Yeah, I guess not.

Avatar: Look, I'll help you practice until you've got it. Sound good?

Nowi: I guess. Though I still think if I just transformed...

Avatar: Let's just try it my way, okay?

Nowi: Hey look, Avatar! There's another giant snake!

Avatar: So there is. And it's quite a bit bigger than the last one you 
caught... ...Er, Nowi? What are you doing?

Nowi: I'm gonna show you how well I've learned to throw! Ready? Here goes! 
HIYAAA!

Avatar: Well done, Nowi! You hit him right between the eyes! That must be the 
biggest snake I've ever seen taken down by a single rock.

Nowi: Pretty impressive, huh?

Avatar: The Shepherds will eat well tonight! ...If we can haul that thing 
back to camp.

Nowi: I can do it! Even a snake that size is no problem for a mighty dragon. 
Now I just have to transform and... Oh, no! Where's my dragonstone?!

Avatar: Er, you didn't just use it to knock out the snake, did you?

Nowi: Oh, gosh. I think I did! *Sniff* Wh-what am I going to do?! I can't 
ever turn into a dragon again, and no one will get to eat snaaaaaake! 
WAAAAAAAAAH!

Avatar: Easy, Nowi, easy. It's all right. We just have to search a little. I 
promise I won't ever leave until we've found it. All right?

Nowi: Gosh, you'd do that for me? Avatar, you're the best!
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Nowi S

Nowi: Thanks for your help the other day, Avatar.

Avatar: You mean searching for the dragonstone? Not at all. I'm just glad we 
found it. Listen, Nowi. I actually wanted to talk to you about something 
else...

Nowi: Sure! What is it?

Avatar: The shiny rock that you gave me-was it really precious to you?

Nowi: Oh, yes. Very much so. But it's yours now. I AM looking for a new one, 
but I haven't found anything yet.

Avatar: Yes, right. That's what I thought. ...Here, I want you to have this.

Nowi: Wow, it's SO shiny and pretty! But... it isn't a normal rock, is it?

Avatar: No, it isn't. Not anymore. That was the stone you gave me... But I've 
made it into a ring.

Nowi: Er, Avatar?

Avatar: Yes, Nowi?

Nowi: I know what kind of ring this is. You want us to promise each other to 
stay together forever.

Avatar: Oh, so you DO know the custom? Good, I was afraid I'd have to 
explain.

Nowi: Come on, Avatar, I'm not a total dummy!

Avatar: Heh. Right, sorry. I forget sometimes how long you've spent with us 
humans. But if you know about this ring... then you also know what it means 
to accept it.

Nowi: I do! And I DO! In every sense of the words, I do, Avatar! I've wanted 
to be with you for ever so long-I thought you'd never ask!

Avatar: Then my only regret is not doing so earlier. Oh, Nowi, we'll be so 
happy together!

Nowi: Oh, I know we will, Avatar! I know we will!

(CG Confession)
Nowi: Oh, I'm so happy! I've always wanted a husband! Think of all the 
wonderful centuries... uh, years we'll have!
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Tharja! C

Tharja: .....

Avatar: Tharja? ...Are you following me?

Tharja: ...Maybe.

Avatar: Maybe?! I've seen you hiding behind tents and wagons all week!

Tharja: So you finally noticed...my love.

Avatar: Sorry, what? Your...love?

Tharja: Oh yes. I realized it the first moment we locked eyes. "He isn't like 
the others," I thought. "He's the one I've been seeking!"

Avatar: Riiiiight. Well, um, thank you? ...I guess?

Tharja: That's why I've been watching your every...single...move. Yesterday 
you read two books and part of a third. You snacked on an apple. And last 
night, you turned over 12 times in your sleep. ...Well below your average.

Avatar: You've been watching me sleep?!

Tharja: I thought you'd be grateful.

Avatar: No, I think "disturbed" is more the word. You mean to tell me you've 
been following me every single day since we met?

Tharja: ...Yes.

Avatar: I suddenly feel very ill.

Tharja: Don't worry. I'll take care of you. ...Veeery good care.

Avatar: Coming from a normal friend, I'd probably be happy to hear that. But 
somehow when you say it, it's not quite so comforting...

Tharja: Is that what you want, Avatar? Someone..."normal"?

Avatar: Well, I...suppose? That's to say-

Tharja: All I needed to hear.

Avatar: Wait, Tharja! Stay here! ...Where I can see you! Oh gods, this will 
not end well... 
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Tharja B

Tharja: Why good day, Avatar! How fare you? Enjoying this weather?

Avatar: ...Tharja? What are you doing?

Tharja: What, me? Ho ho! Whatever do you mean. Just a normal greeting on a 
typical day. ...Why? Are you concerned for my welfare, good sir?

Avatar: Um, well... I suppose, in a way.

Tharja: You ARE?! Why, how sweeeeeet!

Avatar: Actually, I'm more concerned about whatever you're planning for me.

Tharja: Of course I have a plan for you, silly-billy! Now close your eyes, 
and get ready for... A slice of liver-and-eel pie! That's your favorite, 
correct? Oh, I do so adore baking...

Avatar: ...Are you SURE you're all right, Tharja? You didn't eat anything 
strange, did you? Miscast a hex? Hit your head on a rock?

Tharja: Oh ho ho, goodness me! Such an imagination you have, good sir. I'm 
sure I wouldn't know anything about anything strange, much less eat it! Just 
a typical day for a typical girl here.

Avatar: This is about our conversation from before, isn't it?

Tharja: Don't be silly. Now have some pie!

Avatar: Look, I don't want-MMPH! *Munch, munch, munch* ...Actually, that's 
delicious.

Tharja: Oh, huzzah! I've been working on the recipe every day after normal 
practice!

Avatar: "Normal practice"...? You mean you've been practicing ebing normal?

Tharja: Indeed! And it worked! I'm perfectly normal now! Ho ho! My yes, so 
typically normally plain.

Avatar: Do you realize that your "typical normal" is actually ver, very 
unusual?

Tharja: Oh my, huzzah? Goodness, I simply must...something?

Avatar: Tharja, I'm sorry about what I said before. You shouldn't have 
listened to me. I liked you more the way you were, so can you go back to 
being the old Tharja?

Tharja: Gracious, I... I have been practicing so diligently as of late, I'm 
not sure I can stop!
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Tharja A

Tharja: (...Heh heh heh!)

Avatar: I'm glad Tharja's acting like her old self again. A-although... I 
feel... Urk! Ch-chills up my spine... G-goose bumps... C-can't stop sh-sh-
shivers...

Tharja: Avatar? ...You all right? Avatar, you're shaking like a leaf! And 
your forehead's on fire! Okay, Tharja, think. We need cold water and a spell 
to bring down the fever...

Avatar: Nnnrgh...

Tharja: Hello.

Avatar: Huh? Wh-what happened? Why am I lying here?

Tharja: You lost consciousness and collapsed. It was because of the fever.

Avatar: Yes, I-I've been feeling unwell for a while. Probably been working 
too hard.

Tharja: I thought you might accuse me of putting a curse on you...

Avatar: I'd never assume that! What kind of monster would curse their 
friend...

Tharja: ...Oh. Right. That would be crazy! Heh heh.

Avatar: Anyway, thank you so much for taking care of me.

Tharja: Didn't you once say you wouldn't want me taking care of you?

Avatar: Clearly, I was mistaken.

Tharja: You're just saying that because I helped you out.

Avatar: No, it's true! In fact, I wonder if you wouldn't mind... staying... 
*Yaaaaaawn* Just... just for a while...

Tharja: Aw, how sweet. He's sleeping. Sleeping and... helpless. Hee hee hee 
hee!
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Tharja S

Avatar: Tharja?

Tharja: Yes?

Avatar: Don't you think it's time you stopped standing right behind me?

Tharja: Why?

Avatar: Because I can't see your face.

Tharja: Why would you want to?

Avatar: Fine. I'll just turn around. That's better. ...Now that I think about 
it, this is the first time we've stood like this... So close... face-to-
face...

Tharja: Perhaps.

Avatar: I rather like it. Maybe we should do it more often... Maybe we could 
stand together... forever.

Tharja: ...Forever?

Avatar: ...Forever.

Tharja: Wait, what are you giving... Avatar, is this a ring?

Avatar: I love you, Tharja. I want to be with you, forever.

Tharja: No-no! I can't! Not like this!

Avatar: Oh.
(They switch places, she's behind him)
Tharja: ...There. Now try it again.

Avatar: Um, well, I guess if this makes you more comfortable... In truth, I'm 
getting used to it myself...

Tharja: Good. Heh heh...

(CG Confession)
Tharja: I can't believe you made me love you ...Of course if you back out, 
I'll murder you in your sleep.
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Olivia! C

Olivia: 248... 249... 250! Phew, that's all of 'em! ...Still a long way to 
go, though.

Avatar: What are you doing, Olivia?

Olivia: EEEEEEEEEK!

Avatar: Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to startle you.

Olivia: Oh. It's okay, Avatar. I just didn't see you there.

Avatar: Um, so if you don't mind me asking, what's in the bag there?

Olivia: Hm? Bag? What bag? Ooooooh, THIS bag! Er, it's nothing really. Just a 
few coins...

Avatar: Keeping a secret stash, are you?

Olivia: It's money I've been saving out of my wages, I'll have you know! 
Sheesh. "Secret stash" indeed. You make it sound so sinister.

Avatar: I'm sorry. I certainly didn't mean to imply anything untoward. I'm 
just impressed is all. It takes real dedication to save on a soldier's pay.

Olivia: Oh! Thank you, Avatar. Such praise means quite a lot coming from 
you...

Avatar: It does? Huh. I've never thought of myself as anything spec-

Olivia: Aaaaaaaaanyway, I've got to run. I'm on mess duy tonight. You know 
what they say, right? A hungry Shepherd is a big jerk!

Avatar: Is that what they say? I had no idea. ...Ah! Olivia, wait! You 
dropped your secret stash!

Olivia: Will you PLEASE stop calling it that?! You make it sound like I stole 
it or something. People will get suspicious!

Avatar: Well, whatever you want to call it, you're losing it as we speak! 
Look at all the coins rolling down the hill!

Olivia: ARRRGH! Why do coins have to be so darn round!
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Olivia B

Avatar: So, Olivia. How goes the saving?

Olivia: Pah-fectly whell, my good mahn! Now be a dear and fetch me some cav-
iah?

Avatar: Um, are you all right?

Olivia: Of course! I found a book that teaches how to talk like a noble, so 
I'mpracticing.

Avatar: Oh. I thought maybe a bee had stung your tongue...

Olivia: I did NOT sound like that! ...Or did I? Oh, gods, I DID! This stupid 
book is useless. Do you realize I've been talking like that all day? Gods, 
how embarrassing!

Avatar: Oh, it wasn't as bad as all that. Just unexpected is all. I'm sure if 
you keep practicing you'll get the hang of it.

Olivia: You really think so?!

Avatar: Er... sure. But listen, I wanted to ask something: What are you 
saving up for?

Olivia: You mean my big bag of loot? ...I want to build a theater.

Avatar: A theater? You mean, with a stage and stands and seats and 
everything?

Olivia: YES! And fly lofts and trapdoors and a huge proscenium arch! A place 
where people from all walks of life can experience the wonder of dance.

Avatar: When you say dance, are you referring to YOUR dancing?

Olivia: Well... kinda, yeah. Why? Does that sound egotistical? Because I-

Avatar: Wonderful! I'll be first in line when it opens!

Olivia: Why, thank you, Avatar. How kind of you!

Avatar: But building a theater is quite an undertaking. It'd cost a fair bit 
of coin.

Olivia: I know, I know. I suppose it's all a bit of a pipe dream...

Avatar: Say, I have an idea. Why don't we join forces and construct it 
ourselves?

Olivia: Oh, gosh, no! I don't even know which way to point a hammer.

Avatar: Well, I might not look it, but I know a thing or two about carpentry. 
Come on, it'll be fun!

Olivia: Okaaay, but... you really think we can pull this off ourselves?
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Olivia A

Avatar: ...Phew! Finished at last!

Olivia: We did it. I still find it hard to believe, but we actually did it.

Avatar: What do you think? Do you like it?

Olivia: It's...it's even more beautiful than I imagined! *sniff*

Avatar: Good! It's nice to know all that work wasn't in vain.

Olivia: ...There's just that one teeeeeeny-tiny issue with the size.

Avatar: ...Ah.

Olivia: It's going to be difficult to dance in a theater that fits in the 
plam of my hand. ...Not that I'm complaining or anything.

Avatar: Yes, but the perfect venue for a flea circus!

Olivia: I don't want a flea circus!

Avatar: Heh, I know. In any case, as small as it is, it's still a theater 
that WE built. Now that we know how it's done, it should be a simple matter 
to scale everything up.

Olivia: You think so?

Avatar: Absolutely! Always have a plan, I say.

Olivia: Well, if you think so, then I believe it! Besides, working with you 
is so much fun, it hardly feels like work at all. So, only...what? A few more 
decades? And we'll build a fabulous, human-size theater! ...Hmm. You sure it 
wouldn't just be easier to save up my money?

Avatar: Now, now! You promised to to talk about that again, remember?

Olivia: Oh, right. Sorry. Well, I have a new, special dance I made to 
celebrate our new performance space! Would you... Um, would you like to see 
it? I mean, if you're busy, that's fine...

Avatar: I can always make the time to watch one of your dances!

Olivia: Hee hee! Okay. I might be a bit rusty, but I'll do my best. I've been 
saving this for when the new theater was ready...

Avatar: Ah, this IS fun, isn't it? The only thing better than having a dream, 
is making it come true with a friend!

Olivia: Thanks, Avatar. I couldn't do it without you.
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Olivia S

Olivia: *Siiiiiigh*

Avatar: What's the matter, Olivia? That's your third sigh in as many minutes.

Olivia: I've had a lot of expenses recently... I haven't saved so much as a 
copper. At this rate, I'll be a wizened old granny by the time my theater is 
built. I think it's about time I gave up this silly dream...

Avatar: You can't! You've already rehearsed your opening-night performance!

Olivia: I'm sorry to let you down, Avatar. I appreciate all the help. Really, 
I do.

Avatar: Oh no, you aren't getting rid of me that easily! If we work together, 
we can make this dream come true.

Olivia: I don't know... Maybe it's all too much... I don't want our 
friendship to suffer over my silly little theater.

Avatar: ...What if we weren't friends?

Olivia: What?! But...

Avatar: What I mean is...what if we pursued your dream...as husband and wife?

Olivia: Avatar?!

Avatar: Olivia, what I want to say is...I love you. ...Will you marry me?

Olivia: Oh! You even brought a ring and...*sniff* Oh, Avatar. I don't care if 
I get that theater or not... So long as I'm with you.

Avatar: But I care! Now put that ring on and grab a hammer!

Olivia: Hee hee! Maybe we can use the theater for our reception.

Avatar: Heh ha, what a great idea! We'll have a cake, and music, and dancing 
into the night!

Olivia: Oh! And those little bears that balance on wheels! Let's get them, 
too! Guess I better start saving again!

(CG Confession)
Olivia: I've been in love with you forever. I only wish I had the courage to 
tell you sooner.
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Cherche! C

Cherche: Oh, this one is cute! Er, then again, maybe not. Hmm, this one has 
some nice horns, but I think it's the wrong type for Minerva. Dear me, this 
is harder than I expected.

Avatar: Cherche? What are you up to?

Cherche: Ah, perfect timing, Avatar. I want to ask you something.

Avatar: What about?

Cherche: Among your many friends, are there any particularly beautiful 
wyverns?

Avatar: ...Did you just ask if I have good-looking wyvern friends?

Cherche: Well, it was worth a shot. I'm looking for a partner for Minerva. I 
must have searched through dozens of portraits and letters of introduction. 
And yet, not a single one has been up to Minerva's very exacting standards.

Avatar: Minerva? That massive thing you ride into battle? I, er, didn't know 
that anyone offered match-making services for wyverns.

Cherche: No one does! That's what is making this so very difficult. I've been 
doing everything all on my own so far...

Avatar: Impressive. You're breaking new ground in wyvern relations.

Cherche: It's a giant leap for mankind and wyvernkind alike, I'll wager. 
...Want to pitch in?

Avatar: Well, if you think I can help! Ha ha ha...ha? Wait... You were being 
serious?

Cherche: Did you hear that, Minerva? Avatar is going to help us! 
(Minerva roars) 
Cherche: Oh, look how happy you've made Minerva!

Avatar: That bloodcurdling sound was happiness?!
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Cherche B

Avatar: I've assembled an extensive dossier on prespective wyvern mates, 
Cherche. ...I can't believe I just said that.

Cherche: Oh, thank you! This is so exciting! Let's see what you have.

Avatar: Here you go.

Cherche: Ah, you've included oil portraits of all the wyverns! What a nice 
touch. Hmm...no. ...No. ...Nope. ...Ugh, not a chance. ...No. ...Aaand, no. 
Um, Avatar? Did you know that these are all female wyverns?

Avatar: Er, right. Is that a problem?

Cherche: Minerva is a girl. ...Who likes boys.

Avatar: He is? ...I m-mean, she is?!

Cherche: Yes, SHE is! ...It's perfectly obvious if you just bother to look.

Avatar: (Why in blazes would I ever be looking at-)

Cherche: I'm sorry? I didn't quite catch that.

Avatar: J-just scolding myself for making such an obvious blunder! Ha ha! 
...Ha. Well, I guess I'll be starting over then.

Cherche: You can probably tell just by looking at her, but Minerva is VERY 
picky. So do make sure that you bring her only the most handsome candidates.

Avatar: ...You do realize that I have no concept of what makes a wyvern 
handsome, right?

Cherche: The shape and length of his horns, the shine of his scales, and the 
length of his wings. Also consider overall musculature, roar volume, and 
fire-breath heat. ...Oh, and if he happens to be rich, so much the better.

Avatar: Oh, you have GOT to be joking!
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Cherche A

Avatar: Cherche, I believe I've found the perfect wyvern for Minerva! Here, 
look at this... ...Well? What do you think? Not bad, eh?

Cherche: If this oil painting is accurate, he appears absolutely perfect! 
Look, Minerva! What do you think? Isn't he terribly handsome? 
(Minerva roars) 
Cherche: Oh, she definitely likes him.

Avatar: Thank heavens! I was just about at the end of my rope with all this 
wyvern business...

Cherche: Thank you, Avatar. We both appreciate everything you've done for us. 
You are truly too kind.

Avatar: Well, if I do succeed, I imagine my name will go down in history 
books.

Cherche: As the first-ever chaperone for a wyvern blind date? Oh yes. I wager 
you'll be famous for centuries.

Avatar: ...Wait. I'M not going to be there when they meet! That's absurd! 
I've never even matched up people, let alone giant reptiles!

Cherche: Oh, you're a quick study. I'm sure it will all go swimmingly.

Avatar: I'm not!

Cherche: If it makes you feel better, I'll be there as well. I'm very 
familiar with the nitty-gritty of wyvern romance.

Avatar: No, knowing you are familiar with wyvern romance does NOT make me 
feel better! Besides, why don't you just take over from here and enjoy all 
the glory? I mean, I'm just blundering around in the dark, and frankly- 
(Minerva roars) 
Avatar:WAAAAAAH! WH-WHAT WAS THAT? MY EARS ARE RINGING! HELLO? CAN YOU HEAR 
ME?! WAS THAT A CRY OF HAPPINESS OR INSANE RAGE?!

Cherche: Rage. ...She's concerned you might abandon the project.

Avatar: BRANDON THE REJECT?! WHO?!

Cherche: She seems sure that you are the key to all of this working.

Avatar: A BEE IS LURKING?! I CAN'T... WAIT. HOLD ON! *sniiiiiiff* ...Oh, 
gods, that's better. My ears just popped. But look, I still have no idea what 
I'm actually doing... *Sigh* Aw, heck. I started this. I suppose I might as 
well see it through to the end.

Cherche: Oh, I'm so glad to hear you say that! And so is Minerva. Aren't you, 
Minerva? 
(Minerva roars)

Avatar: WAAAH GODS! NOT AGAIN!
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Cherche S

Cherche: Oh, Avatar, I'm sorry Minerva's date didn't work out so well... 
Especially after you went to all that trouble. He was such a fine-looking 
wyvern, too- I truly thought Minerva would take to him.

Avatar: I wasn't sure what I was in for, honestly, but I certainly didn't 
expect them to fight! They would have burned down the entire village if you 
hadn't intervened!

Cherche: They just needed a good scolding to get them to settle down

Avatar: *Sigh* I suppose it's back to square one again then, eh?

Cherche: Actually, I'm starting to think Minerva is simply too old for 
marriage now. I suppose we'll both just be a couple of old maids until the 
ends of our days.

Avatar: Have you ever... looked for a husband?

Cherche: Oh, sure. But it never really worked out for one reason or another. 
Well, actually, it usually didn't work because of Minerva. She tends to scare 
people off. A couple men even asked me to leave her for them, but I couldn't 
do it. I guess a wife with a wyvern just isn't an enticing prospect...

Avatar: Then Minerva has my eternal gratitude.

Cherche: ...What do you mean?

Avatar: She chased away my rivals. Thanks to her, I get to be the one to give 
you this.

Cherche: A ring? An... engagement ring?

Avatar: Cherche, all of this matchmaking has made me think about my own 
prospects. And also it's made me think of you and...how much I love you. I 
swear I will look after you and Minerva till the end of our days. ...Will you 
marry me?

Cherche: Why, Avatar! Th-this is so surprising! I accept! Oh, I gladly 
accept!

Avatar: I won't let you down, Cherche. You or Minerva. I promise!

Cherche: It's funny how this all started with me trying to find a mate for 
Minerva. And now she's still alone, but I managed to find a man of my own!

Avatar: I'd call that a happy twist of fate! Heh heh, no offense, Minerva. 
...What, Minerva? What is that look? Wait, not the fire breath! I didn't mean 
it!

(CG Confession)
Cherche: It's funny. Being close like this just feels...right. It's as if it 
was always meant to be.
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Lucina! C

Avatar: Phew! I think that's enough work for one day.

Lucina: Good evening, Avatar. I wonder if I might have a word?

Avatar: Hello, Lucina. What can I do for you?

Lucina: There's something important I want to talk to you about. ...And only 
to you.

Avatar: That sounds a but ominous...

Lucina: Specifically, it's about the future events of my own terrible time. 
I've told my tale before, but I want you, more than anyone, to understand its 
import.

Avatar: I see. Please, continue.

Lucina: In the future, almost no corner of our world is safe for humans. 
Risen prowl the land as masters of all. The people cower in terror, helpless.

Avatar: It sounds like a nightmare come true. I can scarce imagine it...

Lucina: It is a hell on earth. That is why, we cannot-we MUST not-lose this 
war. Do you see that? You must ensure that Chrom and this brave army avert 
catastrophe.

Avatar: I will do everything in my power, Lucina. I swear it. I will never 
stop fighting for you, and Chrom, and all the people of the world.

Lucina: ...That is what I wanted to hear. Thank you, Avatar.

Avatar: .....
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Lucina B

Lucina: .....

Avatar: Lucina? What are you doing out here all alone?

Lucina: Ah, Avatar. I was just thinking about the future again. My future, I 
mean. I wonder how everyone is managing now. Do they still live, or...?

Avatar: I can scarce imagine what horrors you experienced in such a hard, 
cruel world. A future that was lost... That we could not save... Tell me, are 
there others like you there? People who fight against the Risen?

Lucina: Of course. Remnants of armies from the old dynasts survived here and 
there. We gathered in the last safe corner of the land and united to fight 
against the tide. But we knew that one day even that final refuge would be 
overrun...

Avatar: Then the future of humanity depends on what we do in the here and 
now.

Lucina: Yes, and my father is the key. Without him, that future WILL come to 
pass. Our struggle there can only postpone the inevitable, not alter it. When 
I fight for my father, no matter how terrible the foe, or how powerful... I 
know that I have no choice. I simply cannot lose.

Avatar: You are burdened by the knowledge that you must conquer fate itself. 
I'm sure it is a terrible weight to bear, but you must remember something.

Lucina: What is that?

Avatar: You don't have to do it alone. You have friends ready to aid you 
against whatever you face. And your father has an entire army ready to fight 
and die for him. ...And you also have me, for whatever that may be worth.

Lucina: It is worth a great deal, Avatar.

Avatar: perhaps I can never truly understand where you come from and the 
world you lived in. But I do know that we can help you.

Lucina: Th-thank you, Avatar. Your words give me strength.
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Lucina A

Avatar: Hello, Lucina.

Lucina: Hello, Avatar. Were you looking for me?

Avatar: Yes, actually. I wanted to ask you something about the future.

Lucina: What do you want to know?

Avatar: In your future, Chrom is dead, correct?

Lucina: ...Yes. He was betrayed by his closest friend, or so the story goes.
That is why I placed myself here in his army-because I trust no one close to 
him.

Avatar: You've made it your mission to save him- and indeed, nothing is more 
important. But it must be a hard thing to suspect and distrust every ally.

Lucina: .....

Avatar: Lucina, you're very important to me, and I can't stand to see you 
neglect yourself.

Lucina: Avatar... I...

Avatar: You have to look after yourself, as well as your father. I mean, what 
would happen to him if you were to collapse under the strain?

Lucina: I... can handle it.

Avatar: Perhaps. Just... Will you promise me to take better care of yourself?

Lucina: For you...yes.

Avatar: Ah...a relief to hear.

Lucina: And a relief for me that you care, Avatar. Thank you.
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Lucina S

Avatar: Hello, Lucina.

Lucina:  Fancy meeting you here.

Avatar: Actually, I followed you. I, er...wanted to give you these.

Lucina: Oh, Avatar! Did you pick flowers for me? They're absolutely 
beautiful, and they smell heavenly!

Avatar: ...I'm glad you like them.

Lucina: We have no flowers in my world. The whole land is barren. ...But 
enough of that. Tell me, Avatar, what are we celebrating?

Avatar: Nothing, really. I just thought you could use some cheer.

Lucina: You really shouldn't worry about me so...

Avatar: It's no trouble... I... You're a dear friend, and I want to do 
anything I can to help.

Lucina: .....

Avatar: ..... ...Actually, I'm not being entirely honest. You ARE dear to me, 
of course, and the daughter of a true friend. But...

Lucina: But...?

Avatar: But you are more than that. Much more! I didn't pick that bouquet to 
cheer you up. I did it because... Because I'm in love with you.

Lucina: What?

Avatar: Lucina, I've fallen helplessly in love with you! I tried not to, but 
I couldn't help it!

Lucina: Oh, Avatar...

Avatar: We've been through so much, and I know many trials still await us... 
But no matter what happened or is yet to come, my feelings cannot change! I 
love you, Lucina. With all my heart.

Lucina: I.. I'm so glad you told me all this. ...Because you are in my heart 
as well.

Avatar: Truly? Oh, those must be the sweetest words I've ever heard! Lucina, 
I promise you, no matter what: I will be here for you and Chrom. Whatever 
road you choose to follow, I shall follow it at your side.

Lucina: And we won't rest until we reach the end! Together!

(CG Confession)
Lucina: I love you, and no matter what the future holds, I'm going to cherish 
every moment.
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Kjelle! C

Kjelle: *Huff, huff* Avatar!

Avatar: Goodness, what's wrong?! You look like you sprinted here!

Kjelle: Spar with me! No practice weapons! No quarter! Spar with me for true!

Avatar: I... didn't see this coming.

Kjelle: Those who lack strength have no place in this army. I will be the one 
to test you!

Avatar: You think me weak?

Kjelle: I will save judgement until we have crossed weapons. But I advise you 
not to take me lightly. I'm stronger than most men!

Avatar: I refuse your challenge. Only a fool risks injury in anything more 
than practice. And by your tone of voice, I'm guessing this is more than 
simple training.

Kjelle: Ha! Look at the craven! Are you so afraid of losing to a woman?

Avatar: I'm afraid that satisfying your idle curiosity isn't reason enough 
for me to fight. We've more than enough fighting to do as it is. Save it for 
our opponents.

Kjelle: Coward! Craven! Yellow belly! Gutless, recreant, fainthearted cur!

Avatar: Oh, for the love of... *sigh* Fine! fine. We'll spar. But just this 
once!

Kjelle: Once will be enough. Have at you! 
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Kjelle B

Kjelle: Avatar! I demand one more round!

Avatar: ...All right. But this is honestly the last and final time. Truly.

Kjelle: Then have at you!

Avatar: ..... You've lost.

Kjelle: What?! We've not even started!

Avatar: Look at your stance. You're too tense. You've lost before you've 
begun.

Kjelle: Are you mocking me, sir?!

Avatar: No, I'm informing you. That's the stance of someone relying solely on 
brute force. It won't work on me.

Kjelle: A hollow boast! But let's see how you handle...THIS! ...Gwaaagh?! S-
so fast! How did you---

Avatar: You seem to forgo any tactic beyond blindly charging your foe. If so, 
you'd best get used to this bite of steel at your throat.

Kjelle: ...I yield.

Avatar: .....

Kjelle: I challenged you with the idea of gauging your skills, Avatar. But 
instead, I find my own prowess has been called into question. ...When you 
said I relied on brute force, it... upset me.

Avatar: You're a talented fighter, Kjelle. Just...reckless. I only know your 
weakness because I've watched you work. However, I'm hardly the best this 
world has to offer. Some opponents will see you coming a mile away. You won't 
stand a chance.

Kjelle: .....

Avatar: Perhaps I spoke too harshly. Forgive me. ...I'll leave you to your 
thoughts.

Kjelle: Damn him... He's right.
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Kjelle A

Kjelle: ...Hngh!

Avatar: Something wrong, Kjelle?

Kjelle: Er, I'm... It's nothing!

Avatar: You're hurt, aren't you?

Kjelle: I said it's nothing. A scratch.

Avatar: Even the smallest wound can fester. Let's have a look.

Kjelle: Ah!

Avatar: It's fresh... This is from the last battle? It's a clean cut, at 
least. Shouldn't even leave a scar, if treated soon enough. It must have been 
some opponent if they were able to leave such a memento.

Kjelle: She was... quite fearsome. The old me might not have survived the 
encounter.

Avatar: Before training, you mean?

Kjelle: Before sparring with you. Your words have made me stronger.

Avatar: You mean the bit about not relying on brute force? I'm happy to hear 
it was useful.

Kjelle: I had fought every previous battle on pure momentum. I fancied myself 
better than any man. Stronger. That's why I needed to face you twice; I 
couldn't believe the initial result. But strength is more than muscle alone. 
A keen eye, a quick mind... Any of these things can decide a battle as sure 
as might. It was you who taught me that.

Avatar: Glad to hear that, indeed, especially coming from your lips...  
Aaand... there. Wrapped up and ready to go. How does the bandage feel?

Kjelle: ...Just fine. Thank you.

Avatar: My pleasure.
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Kjelle S

Kjelle: Avatar!

Avatar: Kjelle... Is everything all right?

Kjelle: I need you to spar with me one last time. ...Please.

Avatar: I'm guessing your reasons are different from before?

Kjelle: They are. So will you grant me this request?

Avatar: No holding back. Agreed?

Kjelle: I'll come at you with all I have!

Avatar: Hyaaah!

Kjelle: Yaaah!

Avatar: Ngh! ...Yield! I yield! ...You win today, Kjelle. ...And now that you 
read me as well as I can read you, I doubt I'll ever win again. I'm certainly 
no match for your power.

Kjelle: ..... Thank you for indulging me. My head feels clear again. It's put 
my feelings in order.

Avatar: Oh?

Kjelle: I wasn't sure before, but now I know that... That I love you.

Avatar: Wait, you... I mean, I don't... Do you mean it?

Kjelle: I haven't stopped thinking of you since my first defeat at your 
hands. At first I thought I was just angry. My wounded pride and all... But 
that wasn't it. Or not all of it, anyway. somewhere along the way, spite gave 
way to affection. I realized it was not anger that kept you in my thoughts. 
It was love.

Avatar: Kjelle, I...Thank you. It's hard for me to believe you really feel 
this way. Especially since I, too, have been entranced ever since our first 
duel. Seeing you throw yourself into training... It was quite the impressive 
sight. And attractive, if I may be so bold.

Kjelle: You may be so bold, sir. For you've become the source of that drive 
in me.

Avatar: Then I'm the one who should feel flattered. You're an incredible 
woman, Kjelle. From here on, we can spur each other on to greater heights. Be 
each other's drive.

Kjelle: I'd be honored, Avatar!

(CG Confession)
Kjelle: With you at my side, I feel as strong as newly forged steel. I... I 
adore you.
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Cynthia! C

Avatar: The scouts picked up signs of an enemy force ahead. Could be as many 
as 50.

Cynthia: I'm on my way! I'll have 'em begging for mercy in no time!

Avatar: What? No, it's too dangerous to go alone. We'll wait here until 
support arrives.

Cynthia: A hero does not wait for backup! A hero charges into the fray alone! 
And now, I ride!

Avatar: Cynthia, wait! Come back! CYNTHIAAAAAAAAA!

Cynthia: Gyaaa!

Avatar: Cynthia! Are you all right?! What happened?! ...And why are you 
covered in mud?

Cynthia: Oh, it was awful! I headed to where they said the enemy was, but it 
was a SWAMP! I charged in and couldn't stop in time... Next thing I knew, I 
was stuck and...and... And it was not heroic in the slightest!

Avatar: And...the enemy?

Cynthia: Not a one. The scouts must have been mistaken, I guess. Oh, it was 
awful... All our soldiers who came in behind me got stuck in the mud, too. 
They're probably just crawling back now

Avatar: Ugh... Good thing there weren't enemies after all. We would have been 
like fish in a barrel, mired in that swamp.

Cynthia: The worst part is that I had a REALLY good victory line picked out 
for when I won! Now it's totally wasted...

Avatar: I'm not sure that's the WORST part...
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Cynthia B

Avatar: Hey, Cynthia?

Cynthia: .....

Avatar: Is everything all right? I can practically see the dark clound 
hanging over your head. Are you still upset over the whole charging-in-alone-
oh-wait-it's-a-swamp thing?

Cynthia: Shouldn't I be? It's my fault. If I hadn't gone off half cocked, the 
others wouldn't have spent a day wallowing in mud.

Avatar: It's just mud. I think they'll survive.

Cynthia: I... I need to apologize to you, too, Avatar. I was a big fat idiot! 
I'm really sorry!

Avatar: Don't be so hard on yourself. It's all right. It worked out, and no 
one was hurt.

Cynthia: No, it's NOT all right! I'm supposed to fight to keep everyone else 
safe! Gods, it's all so embarrassing...

Avatar: Your heart's in the right place, Cynthia. But sometimes you forget 
that you fight as part of a team. Even the greatest hero has to have 
sidekicks, right?

Cynthia: I know that, but...

Avatar: You'll have a lot more success keeping everyone safe if you work with 
the team. And people really admire those who work well with others, you know.

Cynthia: ...You think?

Avatar: Hey, we already consider you pretty darn heroic.

Cynthia: Aw, REALLY?! All right! That settles it! Starting today, I'm a team 
player! Thanks, Avatar!

Avatar: Glad to help.
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Cynthia A

Avatar: Cynthia!

Cynthia: Huh? What's wrong? Did something happen?

Avatar: You were amazing in the last battle!

Cynthia: ...I was?

Avatar: The last few, actually. Keep this up and we won't even need a 
tactician!

Cynthia: That's great to hear! I mean, not that we wouldn't need you... Oh, 
you know what I mean.

Avatar: It seems like you're aware of everyone else's situation and only go 
where you're needed. Honestly, it's been a huge help.

Cynthia: Just doing what you said, Avatar!

Avatar: Er, what did I say again?

Cynthia: You said I needed to fight as part of the team!

Avatar: Oh, right. I mean, of course I did! Well, I'm glad it helped.

Cynthia: I just had to be less of a lone-wolf hero and more of a Justice 
Alliance hero, you know?

Avatar: I don't think...I'm quite familiar with that organization? But 
whatever works for you.

Cynthia: Yep! I'm gonna give it my all, just like a real member of the 
Justice Alliance! "Never capitulate, never succumb!" That's the Justice 
Alliance creed!

Avatar: Er, all right, then.
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Cynthia S

Cynthia: Avatar, do you have a minute? There's... something I need to talk to 
you about.

Avatar: Is everything all right? You seem rather... subdued today.

Cynthia: I just... I wanted to thank you.

Avatar: Heh, you've already thanked me. Many times over, in fact.

Cynthia: No, not for that. Well, it IS for that, but also for a different 
reason... What I mean is, I kept thinking about what you said, and I realized 
something new.

Avatar: What's that?

Cynthia: I always thought protecting other people meant charging in alone, 
you know? It always felt good to do that. I...I liked it. But it wasn't quite 
right.

Avatar: How so?

Cynthia: I was running ahead of the pack so I could feel like I was the one 
winning the war. But after what you said to me that day, I started watching 
you. I saw that you were always in the heart of the group. Not charging 
ahead, not taking all the glory. And yet, you were doing more than anyone to 
keep us safe.

Avatar: Well, I'm just doing my part.

Cynthia: As our tactician, you know us all even better than we know 
ourselves. You make us all better. You're like our ringleader or whatever 
it's called.

Avatar: Er, I'm not sure "ringleader" would be best... You know what? Never 
mind. Thank you, Cynthia.

Cynthia: So, I was hoping... maybe you would help me be a better person... 
off the field, too?

Avatar: I'd be delighted. Er, wait. Do you mean...

Cynthia: I think I'm... I'm in love with you, Avatar. So I was hoping when 
you aren't busy being the heart of the group, maybe... Maybe it could just be 
the two of us?

Avatar: I'd like that a very great deal, Cynthia.

Cynthia: Oh? yes? Oh, thank the gods! I was worried you would say no!

Avatar: It's easy to love someone who gives so much of herself for the sake 
of others.

Cynthia: Oh my gosh! I love you so much!

Avatar: And I love you. I'll be counting on you to make me the best man I can 
be, too.

Cynthia: Now that's one job I know I can still handle on my own!

(CG Confession)
Cynthia: I love you best of all. You're like my own personal hero!
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Severa! C

Severa: Hold it right there, Avatar!

Avatar: Severa? Is something wrong?

Severa: Well, duh! Yes, something is wrong! What was that nonsense at the war 
council just now?!

Avatar: What, with the battle scenario simulations?

Severa: On the last one, you said we should let the enemy retreat. Are you 
daft?! Anyone with half a brain would know to pursue and finish off the 
enemy! Gawds!

Avatar: I considered pursuit, but it seemed too risky. Factoring in 
everyone's exhaustion from the first round, it seemed safest to stay put. 
Chasing a bear into its den can be asking for trouble, especially after a 
long fight.

Severa: Unless you actually want to SLAY the bear, in which case it's exactly 
what you do!

Avatar: I think it really depends on the circumstances... In that scenario, 
we would've been chasing them into rugged, mountainous terrain.

Severa: So?!

Avatar: So they can't travel at speed throught those mountains. It's just not 
possible. That leaves us plenty of time to finish them off once we're back at 
full strength. Besides, if a storm hit while we were marching, we'd be 
devastated. Mountains are fickle things. I thought it best to play it safe in 
that case.

Severa: ...You just think yoi've got ALL the answers, don't you? You sure 
have gotten a big head since Chrom made you our tactician...

Avatar: Hey, I hardly think that's fair...

Severa: Oh, so you DON'T think you're the smartest one here? How humble of 
you!

Avatar: All right, then. Let's say you were the tactician in the same 
situation. What would you do, Severa? How would you direct the Shepherds to 
pursue the enemy?

Severa: HA! Do't think you can trick me with your... trickery!

Avatar: It's not a trick. I'm honestly curious. If you have a solid plan, 
then great. I don't want to let them retreat any more than you do, after all. 
Take a while to think on it, and let me know. Right now, I need to meet with 
Chrom.

Severa: Oooh! The big man has a big meeting! ...Gawds, he thinks he's so 
clever.
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Severa B

Severa: Ha! Found you!

Avatar: Did you need something, Severa?

Severa: Don't play dumb with me. I'm here with an answer to your little 
question.

Avatar: Ah, how best to pursue enemies fleeing into mountainous terrain? 
Excellent! And what is your solution?

Severa: You let the main force rest, but send a small strike force of your 
best fighters. That way, you minimize risk while also having the best chance 
of killing the foe. What do you think about that?!

Avatar: It sounds reasonable enough... But what if their retreat was just a 
ruse, and they littered the mountain with traps?

Severa: H-hey! You didn't say anything about traps!

Avatar: Without knowing anything about the path ahead, sending anyone is a 
risk.

Severa: Yeah, and so that's why you send your best men and minimize 
casualties!

Avatar: ...Not good enough.

Severa: Not good enough?!

Avatar: Chrom and I aren't trying for fewer casualties, Severa. We're trying 
for none. Anytime we lose a fighter, the operation is a failure-no matter the 
result. Your plan is a compromise we're just not willing to take.

Severa: Oh. My. Gawds. Are you serious?! You think you can win a war with 
pretty ideals and zero casualties? Wake up! You think the war fairy is gonna 
come flying over and sprinkle victory dust everywhere? ...This isn't about 
the plan at all, is it? You're just making fun of ME! Well, I'm so sorry if 
I'm not as smart as my mother!

Avatar: Er, I think you're misunderstanding what I'm saying, Severa.

Severa: Well I think you're being a big, fat tactical jerk!

Avatar: ...Well, that could have gone better. But at least now I see what 
this is about.
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Severa A

Avatar: Oh. Hello, Severa.

Severa: ...Hey.

Avatar: I should apologize. For before, I... I shouldn't have been so quick 
to dismiss your plan. I know you spent time on it.

Severa: No, I'm sorry. I was immature and angry. ...I didn't mean it when I 
called you fat.

Avatar: Heh, I admit, I did check myself on the scales afterwards.

Severa: Um, so, I thought more about the scenario, and I think I've got an 
answer.

Avatar: I'm all ears.

Severa: What if we sent a scout group by air? Like pegasus knights or 
whatever. They map out the area, nail down the enemy's position, and sniff 
out any traps. THEN we send a ground force to take out the enemy.

Avatar: ...That is a nuanced, well-considered plan. I'm quite impressed!

Severa: Right? The aerial units just avoid archers, and the ground troops 
aren't going in blind. It's the perfect scheme!

Avatar: It's a B+ plan, with an A+ for effort!

Severa: ..... B PLUS?!

Avatar: It's a great idea, Severa, but the scenario we ran at that meeting 
lacked air support. In this hypothetical situation, there ARE no pegasus 
knights or...whatever to send. That's why we decided not to pursue the enemy 
in the first place.

Severa: Y-you can't do this! You can't keep making up new rules all the time!

Avatar: Heh, sorry, Severa. Really I am. I thought that was clear from the 
start.

Severa: Now I feel like a total idiot for wasting all that time thinking 
about it!

Avatar: Oh, I wouldn't call it a waste. Considering a problem from different 
angles leads to useful discoveries. In fact, your answers have given me ideas 
for new strategies down the line.

Severa: Yeah, my WRONG answers! Bah, I'm done talking about this!

Avatar: Hey, I'm sorry! Don't be mad, Severa! ...Come back!
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Severa S

Severa: Hey, Avatar?

Avatar: Yes?

Severa: ...How come you don't avoid me like everyone else does?

Avatar: Wait, do peoiple do that to you?

Severa: Not always... But whenever I contradict someone or start to get 
angry, they usually stop listening. I think most people think 
I'm...difficult.

Avatar: Well, for what it's worth, I don't think so. You're emotional, yes, 
and you say what's on your mind. Forecfully, usually... But that doesn't 
really bother me. In fact, I find it refreshing...

Severa: Refreshing?!

Avatar: Sure! I mean, look at me. I'm pretty dull when you get right down to 
it. And even when you say something unkind, there's still a bit of... Hmm, 
how to say it... If I read between the lines of what you say, there's usually 
some good in there.

Severa: So...can you read between the lines of what I'm saying now?

Avatar: I'm afraid I may need a little more to go on.

Severa: Ugh, you can be SO dim sometimes!

Avatar: ...Am I missing something obvious here?

Severa: I love you, Avatar! That obvious enough for you?! You're always so 
caring, and it makes me feel...special, I guess. You make me happy.

Avatar: Wow, Severa...

Severa: L-look, I'm sorry for being so snarky and competetive all the time. 
But maybe in the future we can be more of a team?

Avatar: You mean a couple? I'd like that.

Severa: REALLY?! ...You would?

Avatar: ...Heh. I love you too, Severa. I love your passion and your drive. I 
love how you never hide what you're feeling, for better and for worse.

Severa: Well, this time I think it was definitely for the better.

Avatar: Heh, that much is obvious, even to a big, fat tactical jerk like me.

(CG Confession)
Severa: I... I love you... Hey, pay attention for once! And say something 
sweet why don't ya!
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Nah! C

Nah: Ooo! Look at all those berries!

Avatar: Do you know if they're edible?

Nah: Yup, they're safe to eat! Really sweet, too!

Avatar: Mmm, we'll have to pick a few, then.

Nah: The leaves are a little bitter, but they're not half bad, either.

Avatar: The, uh... The leaves?

Nah: Oh, and if you chew on the roots enough, they make a juice that's pretty 
okay. Plus it keeps you from feeling hungry, so that's convenient for long 
marches.

Avatar: No kidding...

Nah: I don't think I've ever seen this many berries at once, though. This is 
great! Woah, and there's a ton more over there!

Avatar: ...Just what sort of diet did she grow up on, anyway?
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Nah B

Avatar: Hey, Nah?

Nah: Hmmm?

Avatar: Earlier, it sounded like you'd eaten roots and leaves and whatnot 
before, yes?

Nah: On the good days, anyway. But at least it was food!

Avatar: Well, of a sort, I suppose.

Nah: Oh! You can eat the leaves of these plants growing by the road, too! 
See? *Munch, munch, munch*

Avatar: Those are just weeds, Nah!

Nah: Yeah, but the un-poison kind! They're a lot tastier than you'd think. 
Wanna try a bite?

Avatar: No, I'm sure they're great. But, uh, Nah? We have food now, you know. 
Plenty of it tastier than weeds.

Nah: I think anything that keeps the walls of your belly from clanging 
together is good. Hey, look! Those fruity things over there are great, too! 
Once you get used to the sourness and the itchy tongue and the dizziness, 
anyway.

Avatar: There's got to be SOMETHING I can do for her...
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Nah A

Avatar: Do you have a minute, Nah?

Nah: Sure! Whatcha need?

Avatar: A taste tester, actually. I fixed a little something and wanted you 
to help me out.

Nah: Me? Oh, yay!

Avatar: Don't get too excited till you've tried it.

Nah: It looks great! Gimme! *munch, munch, munch*

Avatar: ...Well?

Nah: What...what IS this?! I've never tasted anything so amazing! It's 
incredible! It's life changing! It's... It's... AAAAAAAAAA!

Avatar: Heh heh, I'm glad you like it.

Nah: Hey, so no offense, but you lost all your memories, didn't you? How do 
you know how to cook?

Avatar: Oh, I've just been reading up a bit. The first few attempts were 
ghastly, but I finally got it to taste almost normal. Anyway, I wanted you to 
be the first to try it.

Nah: Wow, Avatar... Thank you! It's so nice of you to think of me!

Avatar: Of course, Nah! I'm always thinking of you.
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Nah S

Avatar: I tried out a new recipe today, Nah. Want to give it a try?

Nah: You bet!

Avatar: Here you go.

Nah: *Munch, munch* ...Hey, this is great! Everything you've made has been 
tasty, but this may be the best dish yet!

Avatar: Glad to hear it.

Nah: Hey, can I ask you something? ...Why are you so nice to me?

Avatar: Why am I...nice?

Nah: It may not seem like it to you, but cooking like this is a really big 
deal to me. In the future, there was never enough to eat, you know? Just 
finding enough to fill your belly for a day was cause for celebration. 
Especially for a manakete. We need to eat way more than you to survive. So, 
um, yeah. Your food just makes me really...so happy.

Avatar: Nah, I don't know what to say...

Nah: And you have your own troubles to worry about with the amnesia and all, 
right? So why go all out of your way for me?

Avatar: Well... At first, I just wanted to introduce you to all the flavors 
you've been deprived. But after a while, I guess I got hooked on seeing how 
happy it made you...

Nah: Um, Avatar?

Avatar: Hmm?

Nah: Would you, um... After this war is over, will you still cook for me?

Avatar: As long as you're willing to eat what I come up with, it'd be my 
pleasure.

Nah: Oh, Avatar! I... I love you!

Avatar: Y-you LOVE me? Why, that's... I mean, I hoped, but... Nah, if my 
cooking tastes good, it's only because it's filled with MY love for you!

Nah: Mmm... Your love is delicious... Hee hee!

(CG Confession)
Nah: Look, it's gonna be you. Better just give up and accept it now.
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Noire! C

Noire: *Siiigh*

Avatar: Something on your mind, Noire?

Noire: Eep! Oh, Avatar! N-no, nothing... Just a bit tired, I suppose.

Avatar: Then you should rest up and take a nap. We don't have anything 
planned for today.

Noire: Is that so? Yes, perhaps I'll do as you suggest. Hmm, but...

Avatar: No buts! Whatever you're worried about can clearly wait. You always 
push yourself too hard, Noire. I'm sure the exhaustion's just built up.

Noire: B-but it's hardly fair to rest while the others are still working! 
Otherwise I'm only holding everyone back.

Avatar: Well, do what you have to do, but just promise me you'll take care of 
yourself.

Noire: I will. I'm... sorry you had to see me like this.
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Noire B

Noire: *Siiigh*

Avatar: What's wrong, Noire? Tired again?

Noire: N-no, that's not it. Well, I AM tired, but...

Avatar: Yes?

Noire: I was trying to think of ways I might grow a bit...sturdier. So lately 
I've been watching the other girls and trying to identify differences.

Avatar: And have you found any?

Noire: Well, the others are healthier, obviously, and their bodies seem more 
resilient. Also, their figures are just a little bit more...robust.

Avatar: Phrased with the delicacy of a diplomat! Er, and I suppose you would 
be on the... slight side?

Noire: Slight? Ha! I'm skin and bone! I fall over in a stiff breeze! They're 
all so full of energy; it's like staring into the sun... They make me feel 
like a troll! ...Er, if trolls were scrawny. Oh, what do you think I should 
do, Avatar?!

Avatar: W-well, I do think you have a tendency to worry more than most... And 
that stress is bound to harm the body in one way or another...

Noire: INSOLENCE! HOW DARE YOU CLAIM ME DECREPIT!

Avatar: Whoa! N-no, Noire! Never! I didn't say anything like that!

Noire: THEN SPEAK, MORTAL! WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE ME DO?!

Avatar: W-well... *ahem* They say that clothes make the man, right? perhaps 
they can make the wo-man, as well? Why not try getting into the role form-
first?

Noire: Oh! So you think I should maybe dress more...festively?

Avatar: Y-yes! That's the perfect word! Festive! Maybe that will energize you 
a bit?

Noire: ...Huh. Well, I guess I'll consider it.
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Noire A

Noire: *Siiigh*

Avatar: Still sighing away, Noire?

Noire: Oh. Hello...

Avatar: Troubles still not resolved, then?

Noire: I wanted to take your advice, but...I don't know what constitutes 
festive attire.

Avatar: Ah. Well, even if you had, I'm not sure where you'd find any, with 
the war and all...

Noire: Is there no way to become more girly? I just want to shine like all 
the others, even for a day...

Avatar: Well, worrying about it isn't going to help. Worry might just be your 
biggest enemy. Why don't you try unwinding a little? Go do something you 
enjoy!

Noire: I see. Yes, perhaps I'll treat myself to... Um, to what, exactly?

Avatar: Why not head into town and enjoy a nice meal?

Noire: I couldn't be the only one to enjoy such luxury! Not in times like 
this.

Avatar: Aww, live a little. You like sweets, right? I don't think anyone 
could fault you for indulging in a little cake or two.

Noire: You're sure?

Avatar: Sure I am! And if you really don't want to be the only one eating, 
I'll go with you.

Noire: You... wouldn't mind?

Avatar: Eating cake? Only if you twist my arm! ...So, it's a date? Next time 
we're in town, we'll swing by the bakery and see what's on offer. Agreed?

Noire: Agreed!
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Noire S

Avatar: Everything all right, Noire? You seem down.

Noire: Eep! ...Oh. Avatar. No, just the same-old, same-old. Thinking about 
how to be more vibrant... How to be more like the other girls... It just 
seems so hopeless! I feel like I haven't made a bit of progress...

Avatar: Hmm, well... W-well... Have you tried falling in love?

Noire: Wh-what?

Avatar: They say a woman's never as radiant as when she's in love. Why not 
give it a try? If, um... Well, you know. I guess you'd need to find someone 
special first...

Noire: W-well, I... I suppose I think I might...have someone in mind... 
There's someone who... Well, he's always listening to me and offering 
advice... *Mumble, mumble*

Avatar: ...Sorry? I didn't catch that.

Noire: *Mumble* ...You really want to know?

Avatar: Huh? Well, sure.

Noire: Well, all right... Here goes...

Avatar: Hmm?

Noire: It... It's you, Avatar. I... love... you.

Avatar: What?

Noire: I SAID I LOVE YOU, FOOL OF A MAN!

Avatar: Gah! S-sorry! I'm sorry! I heard you! I was just suprised! ...Er, so 
did you mean it? This isn't something to feel more vibrant?

Noire: No, I mean it! Of course I mean it! I've had feelings for you from the 
start.

Avatar: Wow. Really?

Noire: YES REALLY, FLESHLING!

Avatar: ..... Heh... Ha ha. Aaaaaah ha ha ha!

Noire: H-hey! What's so funny?!

Avatar: Ha ha ha! Ha ha... I'm sorry. All this talk of being vibrant and 
such... Who could be more vibrant than you?! Don't change a thing, Noire. I 
think you're amazing just as you are. Delicate and sweet, always more worried 
about others than yourself... And prone to the occasional...flight of fancy, 
shall we say? I love it all.

Noire: You really mean that?!

Avatar: Of course I do, Noire! So stop pushing yourself to become someone 
you're not... And let's enjoy the amazing person you already are.

Noire: I... Oh, Avatar... Thank you.

(CG Confession)
Noire: You fill me with the strength I never thought to have. Please stay 
with me always?
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Anna! C

Anna: Tee hee hee!

Avatar: Ha! Someone's cheerful today.

Anna: EEEEEEEEK! Oh! Sorry! I didn't notice you there, Avatar.

Avatar: No, I'M sorry! I didn't mean to scare you like that. I was just 
wondering what you were laughing about?

Anna: Well, I just sold some inventory at three times the price I paid for 
it!

Avatar: That's great ...So long as I wasn't one of the suckers who fell for 
it?

Anna: Hey, if you don't know the game, you shouldn't make the deal! But don't 
worry. It wasn't you. ...Ah, there's nothing like the feeling of when the 
coins hit your hand.

Avatar: If you say so.

Anna: Oh, I do! I tell ya, the path to happiness is paved with gold!

Avatar: ...But there are some things money can't buy. Important things.

Anna: Pffft. That's a load of bull plop! And even if it was true, money makes 
you care less about not having those things.

Avatar: I don't know...

Anna: I love money! Money, money, money! Clink clink clink go the coins!

Avatar: .....
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Anna B

Avatar: Hello, Anna.

Anna: Oh! Hello, Avatar!

Avatar: I've been thinking about our last talk... I must say, I'm a bit 
concerned. You do know there are things money can't buy, right?

Anna: Well, everyone says that, but it's not really true. Money can buy 
loyalty. It can buy safety. ...Power. ...Strength. Even love is for sale, if 
the price is right.

Avatar: You can't possibly believe that!

Anna: believe it? Heck, I've SEEN it! I can't tell you how many men I've had 
to turn away. Besides, even the noblest soul considers finances when looking 
for a partner. No one wants to marry a broke joker, no matter how sweet he 
might be.

Avatar: I don't... Hmm...

Anna: Or say there was a girl you were completely in love with. What would 
you do? Take her to nice restaurants... Buy her expensive gifts... That's 
money at work right there... And there's nothing wrong with it!

Avatar: I suppose your argument has some merit, though it still seems 
extreme. And even if true, isn't it kind of... I don't know. Sad?

Anna: Look, I'd love to live in a rainbow-sprinkle world where money didn't 
matter, too. But it's important to be realistic about things, even when 
reality isn't pretty.

Avatar: I guess that's fair...
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Anna A

Anna: Rragh! What gives today?!

Avatar: Something wrong, Anna?

Anna: Yes, something's wrong! I didn't make a single sale all day! And my 
merch is top notch, too. The world's gone topsy-turvy!

Avatar: Sorry to hear it.

Anna: Times like this, a girl needs a shoulder to cry on.

Avatar: Perhaps you could rent one?

Anna: Oh, ha ha. Very funny... Look, I may be pragmatic, but I'm still human. 
I need companionship, too.

Avatar: ...Really?

Anna: YES! Do you really have to ask? Sheesh, why can't you just listen like 
you always do?

Avatar: Maybe I'm holding out for more money.

Anna: Now just a... Come on! Stop it already!

Avatar: Hah! Okay, okay. I'm sorry. But after all you said before, I had to 
razz you a little. I'm happy to listen, free of charge.

Anna: Good! Now wipe that smirk off your face. And get comfortable. This may 
take a while.

Avatar: Sure, I'll just start a tab...

Anna: *Sigh* ...You just don't give up, do you?
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Anna S

Avatar: Hello, Anna. I brought you something.

Anna: Ooh! A present? For me?!

Avatar: It's not much, but...

Anna: Aw, it's a necklace! That is SO SWEET! But, um... Why?

Avatar: Well, it's your birthday, isn't it?

Anna: Is it? ...Wait, it is! I completely forgot! I'm surprised you even 
knew.

Avatar: I wouldn't let a good friend's birthday slip past unnoticed.

Anna: I'm a... good friend?

Avatar: Of course you are.

Anna: Um... Gosh, you really ARE sweet.

Avatar: Thanks.

Anna: .....

Avatar: Something wrong?

Anna: No, I'm just...realizing something. People say "it's the thought that 
counts"...and it's actually true.

Avatar: You realized that because of my gift?

Anna: I did. And you know what, Avatar? You're right. Some things money can't 
buy. ..... I love you!

Avatar: Wh-what?! What's this, all of a sudden?

Anna: What can I say? I'm a whimsical girl. So you wanna get married now or 
what?!

Avatar: Okay, that's REALLY sudden!

Anna: I TOLD you I was whimsical! Better decide quick, before my whimsy takes 
me in a new direction.

Avatar: Looks like I'm feeling whimsical myself. Let's do it! Let's get 
married! Just don't ask me to help out with the business. I'm terrible with 
money.

Anna: It's a deal! Now let's go find a ring and talk the owner down to half 
price...

(CG Confession)
Anna: Keep THIS up and someday I may love you more than money... No, 
seriously.
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Tiki! C

Tiki: .....

Avatar: Erm...

Tiki: *Sigh*...

Avatar: ...Can I help you, Tiki? You've been...uh, staring at me a very long 
time.

Tiki: Oh, I'm sorry, Avatar. Was I bothering you?

Avatar: I was more worried that something might be bothering you?

Tiki: Well, it's just that you look remarkably like someone I used to know.

Avatar: Oh?

Tiki: Yes. Specifically, a man named Marth. Many ages past, this was. He was 
wise, calm, and fair, but possessing an inner strength as resiliant as steel.

Avatar: Marth? You mean the warrior king of legend?

Tiki: The one and same. I had the honor to call King Marth a friend. So 
perhaps you can understand why I gazed upon you with nostalgia and...longing.

Avatar: Er, sorry, did you say...?

Tiki: Still, it was rude of me to stare. I apologize.

Avatar: Oh, not at all! It's exciting to know that I resemble someone so 
storied...
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Tiki B

Avatar: Ah, Tiki. Just the person I was looking for.

Tiki: What is it, Avatar?

Avatar: Remember when you told me about your friendship with King Marth?

Tiki: Yes? What of it?

Avatar: You were referring to THE King Marth, right? The man from two 
millennia ago? Well, he's a distant relation to Chrom, is he not?

Tiki: That is correct.

Avatar: So, I was wondering, wouldn't Chrom resemble him more than me?

Tiki: Perhaps because Chrom is not like Marth. He is much more direct, and 
committed to what he believes is right. Chrom might more resemble a different 
ancestor, from the age I was born in. Another great man in their line, from 
1000 years before Marth... But the Marth of my time was wise and fair, and 
won hearts with his kindness.

Avatar: I see. So when you say I resemble Marth, you weren't just talking 
about my appearance.

Tiki: No. I was referring to your soul. An aura of kindness and goodness  
surrounds you, Avatar. Just as it did wise King Marth.

Avatar: Well, that is... most flattering. I don't know what to say. .....

Tiki: What is it, Mar-Mar?

Avatar: ...Mar-Mar?

Tiki: Ah! Forgive me! I was in the habit of calling Marth by that name... It 
must have slipped out my mistake. Gracious, the resemblance is so uncanny, 
it's making me forget what millenium it is!

Avatar: Heh, I suppose there are worse people to be mistaken for...

Tiki: Please, forgive me.

Avatar: Actually, I must admit, I rather enjoyed the attention...
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Tiki A

Tiki: Avatar?

Avatar: Hello, Tiki. It's just me today... No Mar-Mar here, I'm afraid.

Tiki: Oh, I know who you are, Avatar. I apologize again for my mistake. You 
have no memories of your past, do you, Avatar? It must be especially 
unnerving, then, for someone to confuse you with another. For all I know, you 
might start thinking that you ARE that person...

Avatar: Please, I was only fooling. Don't give it another thought.

Tiki: Even so... It must be frightening to look into your past and see 
nothing there. I know that better than most, for long ago, I fell under the 
control of an evil man...

Avatar: I'm touched by your concern, but you don't have to worry about me. 
Still friends?

Tiki: Oh, I hope so.

Avatar: To be honest, I don't even mind if you do call me Mar-Mar. After all, 
it's not strange for close friends to share nicknames, is it, Tikiwiki?

Tiki: Heh hah... Well, maybe not.
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Tiki S

Tiki: Avatar.

Avatar: So you're not going to call me Mar-Mar after all, huh?

Tiki: Heh. I much prefer Avatar. ...Don't you?

Avatar: Yes, of course I do. It's just that...well... I have no family here, 
nor even memories of a family. When you called me by a nickname, the truth 
is, I rather liked it. Even if it was someone else's nickname.

Tiki: I understand, and I considered it... But there is only one Mar-Mar, and 
that was Marth, the great king of ages past.

Avatar: Yes, well. fair enough, I suppose. I'm hardly qualified to fill his 
shoes.

Tiki: And there is one more reason I cannot call you by that name...

Avatar: *Gulp* ...And that is?

Tiki: Because you, too, are a singular-and very special-man to me. You are 
the man with whom I've... fallen in love.

Avatar: T-Tiki?!

Tiki: That is why you must be Avatar.

Avatar: Phew, what a relief! I thought you were going to say it's because I 
reminded you of someone else!

Tiki: Hah, don't be absurd!

Avatar: Truth is, I've been hoping against hope that we might be together, 
but dared not ask...

Tiki: Why not?

Avatar: Well, you've lived for millennia... Seen the legendary heroes with 
your own eyes... You knew the Hero-King Marth himself! And compared to him, 
what am I? I felt that I had to be as great as him, as mighty and powerful... 
Otherwise, you couldn't help but find me lacking in comparison.

Tiki: Oh, Avatar...

Avatar: Are my fears truly groundless? Can I...allow myself to love you?

Tiki: Of course, Avatar!

Avatar: Then the two of us together shall build a new world of peace.

Tiki: Oh, Avatar, that's just what I want as well...

(CG Confession)
Tiki: I know that to love another, I must watch the world move past him. But 
such short years make an eternity worth living.
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Say'ri! C

Avatar: I have a question for you, Say'ri.

Say’ri: Then I shall strive to answer it.

Avatar: It's about your armor. I've never seen anything like it. Where did 
you get it?

Say’ri: This? It's a common enough sight in Chon'sin. All warriors wear a 
variation.

Avatar: The shape is unusual, but clever in its design. The plating looks 
tough as well.

Say’ri: Hardened lacquer. It keeps the armor light while providing excellent 
defense. It's quite rare to see heavy armor where I come from. And we wield a 
curved, single-edged blade in both hands, so we do not carry shields.

Avatar: That's a far cry from what I'm used to... Are there any other 
important differences?

Say’ri: Aye, a world's worth, sir! You'd find much of Chon'sin culture 
curious. Food, dress... most everything.

Avatar: I'd love to hear more sometime. ...If you don't mind, that is.

Say’ri: Of course, I would be honored. Talk of my homeland keeps it close to 
my heart.
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Say'ri B

Avatar: Are you free, Say'ri? I was hoping to hear more about Chon'sin 
culture.

Say’ri: Aye, I am always free for such a thing! Where shall I begin!

Avatar: Well, how is the food different between there and here?

Say’ri: Rice is our mainstay. 'Twas only recently that first I tasted bread 
or cheese.

Avatar: Interesting.

Say’ri: Raw fish is also a Chon'sin delicacy.

Avatar: ...Raw? Is it any good?

Say’ri: Quite so, provided the fish is fresh. If not...well, it can be an 
ugly sight indeed.

Avatar: Seems our foods are as different as our weapons and armor. It must 
have been difficult to grow accustomed to life in the camp.

Say’ri: I find your cuisine quite palatable, in truth. Though I do miss the 
tastes of home.

Avatar: I'd love to try it myself someday.

Say’ri: Aye! If ever the opportunity arises, it would be my honor to treat 
you.
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Say'ri A

Avatar: Hello, Say'ri.

Say’ri: .....

Avatar: (Did she not hear me? Or is she distracted by something? Oh, I say! 
She's painting! ...Huh, she's actually quite skilled.) Ho there, Say'ri!

Say’ri: Wha-?!

Avatar: Sorry! I didn't mean to startle you.

Say’ri: Oh, Avatar! Fine, but you gave me quite the start... I should be the 
one to apologize for shouting as I did. Er, I was just... That is... Please 
don't concern yourself with this.

Avatar: What, with the painting? Why ever not? It's breathtaking... You're 
really talented. There's no reason to hide it, is there?

Say’ri: I suppose not. ...And less still, if you've already seen it.

Avatar: What a lovely tree... But why are the leaves that color?

Say’ri: 'Tis a tree called the cherry. The pink you call out are its 
blossoms, not its leaves.

Avatar: Interesting. I've never seen one like it.

Say’ri: It's unique to Chon'sin and blooms but briefly once a year.

Avatar: I must be quite a sight.

Say’ri: It is a dearly-beloved symbol of my people. The river near my 
childhood home was lined with these trees. When in full bloom, 'twas a 
spectacle fit to steal one's breath away. I think of it often, of late...

Avatar: ...Say'ri?

Say’ri: Ah, apologies! I lost myself in nostalgia, it seems. I don't know 
what came over me.

Avatar: Not at all. I enjoy listening to your stories.

Say’ri: Saying so is the greatest reward you could offer. My thanks.
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Say'ri S

Say’ri: .....

Avatar: You're awfully quiet, Say'ri. Is everything all right?

Say’ri: Ah, Avatar. Apologies. My head swims with memories of Chon'sin as of 
late.

Avatar: It wasn't my asking questions that brought this on, was it? If so, 
that was certainly never my intention.

Say’ri: No, no. It's quite all right. Better than all right, in fact... 
Because in looking to the past, I've found my way forward...

Avatar: Oh?

Say’ri: I realize that I'm not sad anymore. Even far from Chon'sin, I feel as 
I belong here. I've found someone whose breast is home, you see, and my place 
is at his side.

Avatar: You...have? Er, I mean, that's...great. I'm happy...for you...

Say’ri: Ha! See how your face falls at the news... But fear not: that someone 
is you.

Avatar: ...What?

Say’ri: I'll never be far from home as long as I'm with you, Avatar. 
Please...stay with me.

Avatar: Oh, Say'ri! I want to spend the rest of my life with you, too!

Say’ri: I... I would be honored.

Avatar: And I'd still love to see Chon'sin once the war is over. I want to 
see the place that could produce someone as amazing as you.

Say’ri: Then I will show you.

Avatar: It's a promise. You can bring your new nome to your old one.

Say’ri: Perhaps under the cherry trees, we can be joined. Together, as one...

(CG Confession)
Say'ri: To think my greatest joy should be found within this chaos. Your 
heart and mine shall be bound forever.
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Flavia! C

Flavia: Ah, Avatar, isn't it? I want a word with you.

Avatar: Oh, Khan Flavia. What can I do for you?

Flavia: I just wanted to say that I am very much an admirer of yours. You are 
quick witted, bold and decisive... Everything a superior tactician should be.

Avatar: I'm honored by the compliment, but I only -

Flavia: Please dispense with the humility. I find it terribly dull and, in 
your case, ill fitting. You are a great talent, and it's only through your 
efforts that I still draw breath.

Avatar: It was nothing. Truly.

Flavia: Let me speak plainly: the post of chief tactician in the kingdom of 
Regna Ferox is currently vacant. I want you to fill it.

Avatar: Khan Flavia?

Flavia: Of course, I am talking about after the war. You must see Chrom 
through to victory.

Avatar: Milady, I... I don't know what to say. Might I have some time to 
think on it?

Flavia: Yes, of course. You mull it over, then return to me when you are 
ready to accept.
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Flavia B

Avatar: Hmmm... But then, if they hit us here, our flank would be exposed. 
Unless...

Flavia: Avatar, is that you?

Avatar: Oh, Khan Flavia.

Flavia: What are you doing out here? Everyone else is resting. Ah, yes, yes, 
yes.

Avatar: Er, yes what?

Flavia: Not only are you skilled, smart, and brave, but also hardworking and 
diligent! We simply MUST have you.

Avatar: I'm sorry?

Flavia: Come, come, Avatar. Have you forgotten our talk?

Avatar: Is this about the tactician position?

Flavia: I don't mind waiting until after the war, but I'm anxious to know 
your intentions.

Avatar: I'm honored by the offer, but I just don't have time to consider the 
proposal.

Flavia: Too busy serving Chrom, I suppose.

Avatar: He's placed a great deal of trust in me, and I couldn't bear to let 
him down.

Flavia: I'm going to have my work cut out prying the two of you apart! I can 
see how strong the bonds are between you - such deep trust is rare. But you 
must think about your future. This war will end one day... And when it does, 
you need to decide what's best for you. ...Not Chrom.

Avatar: Er, I suppose so...
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Flavia A

Flavia: Avatar, may I have a word?

Avatar: Ah, Khan Flavia. Is this about the tactician position? As I explained 
before, I don't have much time to think about it, what with -

Flavia: No, it's not that. Actually I've been doing some thinking of my 
own...

Avatar: Oh?

Flavia: As a tactician, your judgement is supreme. Frankly, I've never seen 
your equal. But I have never seen your equal. But I have started to notice 
that perhaps your powers are not... all of your own. What I mean is, you seem 
only able to do what you do when you fight with Chrom.

Avatar: Huh?

Flavia: I've been watching the two of you very closely these past few weeks. 
The bonds of trust are so strong between you - it's as if you feed off each 
other. ...It's quite remarkable.

Avatar: It is true that when we fight together, I feel more confident and 
clearheaded.

Flavia: You never had any intention of accepting my offer to join Ferox, did 
you?

Avatar: It's not that at all! I swear I was going to give it serious 
consideration! It's just-

Flavia: Oh, it's all right. I don't mind, truly. In any case, I've decided to 
stop pestering you about the position. After all, we're due for a long run of 
peace, wouldn't you say? Perhaps my kingdom won't even NEED a tactician! Ha!

Avatar: Heh, I pray that day comes...
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Flavia S

Avatar: Khan Flavia?

Flavia: What is it?

Avatar: I wanted to talk about the position, as Ferox's tactician...

Flavia: Oh? I thought we decided that we won't be needing your services.

Avatar: Well, it's just that... it's true what you said, about how Chrom and 
I work together. And that made me realize I need to give myself a new 
challenge.

Flavia: How do you mean?

Avatar: If I stay with Chrom, I'll never learn how to be a tactician in my 
own right. So I think that when this war is over, I'm going to strike out on 
my own. If I don't do it then, I never will.

Flavia: So you will consider my offer?

Avatar: If it is still avaliable, yes.

Flavia: ......

Avatar: Khan Flavia? Did you hear me? I said that-

Flavia: I'm most grateful, but I must confess... I have not been completely 
honest with you.

Avatar: What do you mean?

Flavia: At first, I did want you to come to Regna Ferox as my tactician. But 
then, almost without knowing it, I found myself wanting you for different 
reasons. In short, I wanted you as my... companion.

Avatar: Wh-what are you saying?

Avatar: It shames me to admit it, and I'm sorry for misleading you... Of 
course, I will understand if you want nothing to do with me...

Avatar: Heh, you won't get rid of me that easy...

Flavia: Hmm?

Avatar: You promised me a job, Flavia.

Flavia: Are you mocking my affections? ... I've killed men for far less, 
tactician.

Avatar: I wish to serve you for the rest of my life - as tactician AND 
husband!

Flavia: You... I... Are you certain about this, Avatar?

Avatar: I have never been more certain about anything in my life.

Flavia: Oh, this is wonderful, Avatar! The whole kingdom will rejoice! And I, 
most of all!

Avatar: Heh, I think you mean "we" most of all. Today, I'm the luckiest man 
in all the realm.

Flavia: Right! Then let's hurry up and get this blasted war over with 
already, eh?

(CG Confession)
Flavia: In the name of Regna Ferox, I'll tear the whole world down if you but 
ask it of me. That's a khan's promise.
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Emmeryn! C

Avatar: How are you feeling, Your Grace?

Emmeryn: ......

Avatar: ...Your Grace? ...Emmeryn?

Emmeryn: Mmm...

Avatar: Is this a good time, Your Grace?

Emmeryn: ......

Avatar: Can I tell you something? I know this may seem forward, but... Your 
words and actions have always meant so much to me.

Emmeryn: My... words?

Avatar: I know it sounds a bit silly when I say it out loud like that. But 
it's the truth. Your commitment to peace inspired me. Even when it was clear 
that war was inevitable, you stood by your principles. I know you and Chrom 
clashed over it, but in the end... Well, he wants peace as badly as you. He 
shares your dream. If there was a path that avoided war, I'm sure he would 
have taken it.

Emmeryn: I don't... Don't understand...

Avatar: It's okay, Your Grace. You're tired, and I'm not making much sense. 
Just know that we'll build the world you envisioned. One without fear or war. 
We're working every day to make it happen.

Emmeryn: ......

Avatar: Forgive me. I should let you get your rest.

Emmeryn: No, I... It's all right.

Avatar: I'll come see you again soon. Take care, Emmeryn.

Emmeryn: And... you.
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Emmeryn B

Avatar: How's it going today, Your Grace?

Emmeryn: ..... Where... we... going?

Avatar: No, it's... It's just an expression. It means "how are you feeling?"

Emmeryn: I... am.. well...

Avatar: That's wonderful! Truly it is! If there's nothing I can do for you, 
please don't hesitate to ask.

Emmeryn: Do for... me?

Avatar: Well, you know. If you're hungry or bored or somethin, I could try to 
help... Oh! I could tell you all about what happened before you returned!

Emmeryn: Before I... returned?

Avatar: Right! Chrom defeated Gangrel and then stopped a huge Valmese 
invasion! It hasn't exactly been a field of roses, but Chrom strives for 
peace in his own way. He's keeping your dream alive.

Emmeryn: .....

Avatar: Your brother is a fine ruler, and his people love him. I know you'd 
be proud of that. Hopefully you can tell him one day...

Emmeryn: Chrom...

Avatar: Oh, but no rush, of course. There'll be plenty of time once more of 
your memory returns.

Emmeryn: Y-yes... My memory.

Avatar: I think it would mean a lot to him to hear it.

Emmeryn: Mean... lot... to him? ...Or you?

Avatar: W-well, yes. I suppose it would mean something to me as well.

Emmeryn: All... right.
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Emmeryn A

Avatar: How's it going today, Emmeryn? Er, I mean...

Emmeryn: It is... going well. Th-thank you.

Avatar: Goodness! You're getting better and better each time I see you! So 
then. Do you have time to talk?

Emmeryn: ...You do.

Avatar: Hmm?

Emmeryn: You always take... the time. ...Th-thank you.

Avatar: Emmeryn! That's not... Look, you don't have to thank me. I... I like 
spending time with you.

Emmeryn: ...... You...

Avatar: Huh? Sorry, did you need something?

Emmeryn: Your... Your name...

Avatar: Oh, wait. I suppose you've forgotten that, too. Well, my name is-

Emmeryn: Avatar.

Avatar: Wh-what did you just say?

Emmeryn: ...Avatar.

Avatar: That's... Yes. That's my name. But how did you...?

Emmeryn: I remember you.

Avatar: Emmeryn! You remember me?!

Emmeryn: ...Yes.

Avatar: Are more of your memories coming back? Do you recall anything else?

Emmeryn: I don't... I'm not sure, but... I heard your name... in my head.

Avatar: Emmeryn... *sniff*

Emmeryn: Don't cry...

Avatar: I'm too happy to stop! I thought I might never hear you speak my name 
again!

Emmeryn: Well... now you did.

Avatar: Everyone, come here! It's Emmeryn! She's remembering things again!

Emmeryn: Ah...
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Emmeryn S

Avatar: Hello, Emmeryn.

Emmeryn: Hello, Avatar.

Avatar: Listen, I... I need to apologize to you.

Emmeryn: Why?

Avatar: Before, when you said my name, I... I got a little too excited. I 
shouldn't have called everyone over. Especially when you should be resting. 
So anyway, I'm sorry. It won't happen again, I promise.

Emmeryn: ...It's fine. I don't mind.

Avatar: Thanks. That's good of you to say. ...It makes me so happy to see you 
doing so well, Emmeryn.

Emmeryn: I know. ...I'm happy, too.

Avatar: We'll just keep taking this slowly for a i bit. Let time work its 
magic.

Emmeryn: .....

Avatar: Is something wrong?

Emmeryn: I'll get better.

Avatar: I don't doubt it!

Emmeryn: You have been... so good to me. I like having you near. Will you... 
stay with me?

Avatar: Hmm?

Emmeryn: I want you to stay with me. ...Always.

Avatar: Emmeryn! O-of course I will! You're getting better by the day, and I 
want to be around to see every minute.

Emmeryn: Thank you...

Avatar: And someday, when you're better and I've grown into a man worthy of 
you, maybe... Maybe we can be together... forever?

Emmeryn: You are already worthy.

Avatar: I don't know...

Emmeryn: I'm... better. But I'm not... healed. Will you stay until then? Will 
you... wait for me?

Avatar: Until the end of time...

(CG Confession)
Emmeryn: Thank you... for this chance. I love you... You make me... whole 
again...
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Aversa! C

Avatar: Hey there, Aversa.

Aversa: I beg your pardon, little man?

Avatar: Um... hey there? It's a greeting. You know? ..."Hey there"?

Aversa: A greeting that borders on insolence! Your familiar tone mocks me. 
What is your business here? Did Chrom send you to spy on me?

Avatar: What?! No! I was just seeing what you were... doing.

Aversa: Also called "spying"!

Avatar: Look, we don't spy on each other in the Shepherds. And you're one of 
us now.

Aversa: Am I now? My, my, my... You ARE a trusting bunch.

Avatar: Look, Aversa. I know this... I mean... Everyone's sitting down for 
supper. 
Why don't you join us?

Aversa: Trusting AND stupid! Oh, but what a delightful combination. Your 
friends would sooner slit their throats than break bread with me, little man. 
Or have you forgotten how many times I tried to take their lives?

Avatar: No, we all remember that quite well. But you're here now, and so... 
Look, you're going to have to break the ice sometime. Might as well be 
tonight.

Aversa: When it comes to former foes, I'll take ice over fire any day.

Avatar: But...

Aversa: We're finished here.

Avatar: *Sigh* Always such a pleasure...
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Aversa B

Avatar: Oh, hey there, Aversa! Uh, I mean... Hello! Er, greetings. I hope the 
day... finds you... well?

Aversa: Are you speaking to me, little man?

Avatar: You know, I DO have a name. And it's not "little man."

Aversa: ...What do you want?

Avatar: Want? Um, nothing really. I just saw you over here and thought maybe-

Aversa: What? That we could be friends? That we might share secrets and 
giggle long after dark like idiot schoolgirls?

Avatar: No! I just thought maybe you might like to sleep at camp instead of 
out here in the woods.

Aversa: So you can slit my throat in the night?

Avatar: No one is slitting anyone's throat!

Aversa: My, my, my. SUCH the gentleman. Truly, you are your father's son.

Avatar: ...Don't say that.

Aversa: Oh, please. Don't deny it. Not to me. We're FAMILY, after all!

Avatar: We are NOT family! You're adopted! And I didn't even know my family!

Aversa: What a convoluted family tree we make! More like a tangled shrub, in 
fact. I'm older than you, and yet I was adopted AFTER your birth. Hmm... I 
suppose in a way that makes you my older brother? How delightful!

Avatar: I'm not your brother, and you know it.

Aversa: Silence, the matter is settled. ...Big Brother.

Avatar: ...Are you coming back to camp or not?

Aversa: Only if my biiiiiig bwother pwomises to pwotect me!

Avatar: That's IT! That is IT! Shut up! Just shut up already!

Aversa: Aww, really? Will you really so cruel to your wittle sister?

Avatar: You know what? Stat here. Get eaten by a bear. I don't give a damn.

Aversa: Aw, pweeeeeease, big bwother! Don't weave me here with the big scary 
bweahs! Kyaaa ha ha ha ha!
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Aversa A

Avatar: ...Hey

Aversa: Goodness! I feel the icy chill of a cold shoulder. I find that rather 
sad, Big Brother.

Avatar: Just...Look, please don't call me that.

Aversa: Where's the harm? It's just the two of us. There are no eavesdroppers 
here. Besides, I thought you wanted to be friends! ...... You... did... want 
to be friends? *sigh* I'm... All right. I'm sorry. I won't call you that 
anymore. I suppose it's good someone in this camp even comes to see me.

Avatar: Oh, come on. Lots of people...Well... Okay, people have been busy. 
But I can say for a fact they've been talking about you!

Aversa: I...

Avatar: What is it?

Aversa: I've just been thinking lately... I really don't have a place in this 
world. I was played for a fool by my father. Now I fight for my former 
enemies... I'm a slack-eyed puppet that dances to music everyone but me can 
hear.

Avatar: No you're not. You're Aversa.

Aversa: That's just a name.

Avatar: Yes, but it's yours! You know where you come from and who you are. I 
don't have that. Hell, I don't even have my memories to help me. I came into 
this world without friends or family, but now I have both. The Shepherds gave 
me a new chance, and they could so the same for you. You just have to trust 
them.

Aversa: That sounds... nice. Gods, I can't believe I just said that.

Avatar: You're starting to feel like this could be home. ...Aren't you?

Aversa: How... did you know?

Avatar: ...I've been spying on you.

Aversa: I KNEW it!
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Aversa S

Avatar: Er, Aversa? What are you doing?

Aversa: Cleaning and oiling our weapons, checking our food stores...

Avatar: You cleaned that entire rack of swords?!

Aversa: I thought I could make myself useful. Is there a problem? Do the 
Shepherds think I would sabotage their weapons? I may not be their friend, 
but I'm certainly not their foe. Not anymore...

Avatar: Of course we trust you...

Aversa: Well, all right. Maybe I misspoke. I feel I do have one friend. One 
person I feel close to.

Avatar: Oh?

Aversa: It's kind of odd, because... Well, because it's you.

Avatar: This better not be about that "Big Brother" thing again. You do 
realize we're not actually related in the slightest, right?

Aversa: I know, Avatar. And in truth, I'm... glad. I'm not all sarcasm and 
snark, you know. I have emotions, too. And lately, I've found myself thinking 
about you. ...A lot.

Avatar: Eh?

Aversa: I know this must sound mad, seeing how we fought each other for so 
long.

Avatar: You're thinking about me... how?

Aversa: Gods, but you're dense! I want to be with you!

Avatar: As... As allies?

Aversa: Dunderhead! I want to BE with you! I want to marry you!

Avatar: But... why?

Aversa: Because there's no one else. Chrom believed in me, but not like 
you... You make me want to be a better person. You give me hope. And...you 
make me smile. Is that enough?

Avatar: ...I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about this myself.

Aversa: I imagine your firends will have all sorts of objections...

Avatar: Let them. I'm a grown man who can make his own decisions.

Aversa: It's strange. I spent so much time fighting and schemeing that I 
never...

Avatar: ...Realized what you wanted was right in front of you?

Aversa: Something like that, yes. Kya hee hee!

(CG Confession)
Aversa: From now on, I live only for you. And as you may have noticed, I'm 
the fiercely loyal type.
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Female Avatar:

Chrom! C

Chrom: Finished training for today, Avatar?

Avatar: With combat practice, yes. But I thought I might review a few battle 
histories...

Chrom: You should relax a bit. Put your feet up. Experienced soldiers rest 
when they can. On a campaign like this, you never know when the next battle 
might break out.

Avatar: Heh, so I've noticed. With all that's happened recently, we've barely 
had time to even eat.

Chrom: It's been a tough road, to be sure. And it's only going to get harder.

Avatar: I do try and rest when I can, though. A lady needs her beauty sleep, 
after all.

Chrom: Er...

Avatar: ...What? Did I say something?

Chrom: Er, no... No, it's nothing. It's just that... Well, I just didn't 
consider you the type to care after beauty and such... I suppose I've never 
really thought of you as a lady.

Avatar: Excuse me?!

Chrom: No! I mean-I didn't mean-not like that! That is to say, a "lady", per 
se... Er... You know, how you fight and strategize, and... Not to say a lady 
can't fight, but...Gods, this is coming out all wrong.

Avatar: My goodness, Chrom. You're the scion of a noble family, aren't you?
Didn't they teach you manners at your fancy schools growing up?

Chrom: Oh, gods, yes. Of course they did. We spent a whole term on etiquette.

Avatar: Perhaps you could use another term, this time on how to talk with a 
lady.

Chrom: It's just my image of a lady is someone so prim and proper... 
perfumed, and pretty... Nothing like you at all! When I look at you, I just 
don't see a "lady." Does that- ...Er, Avatar? What... What are you doing with 
that rock?

Avatar: I'm thinking a sharp blow to the head might help fix your eyesight.

Chrom: N-no, wait! It was a just a joke! Ha ha... ha? ...Gotta go!

Avatar: I don't believe it. The little craven actually ran away! What kind of 
manners... Sheesh... Oh, well. Perhaps it's only fair. It's not like I think 
of him as a gentleman, let alone some fancy noble.
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Chrom B

Chrom: Hey, Avatar? Avatar! Are you in here?! Avatar! ...HELLO?
I HAVE A QUESTION ABOUT OUR NEXT MOVE!

Avatar: Chrom?! I-is that you? Er, if you could just wait outside, I'll just 
be a moment...

Chrom: What? Come on in? ...Gods, why is it so steamy in here? Did someone 
leave-

Avatar: KYAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Chrom: Ah, there you are. I can hardly see a thing through all this blasted 
steam... Anyway. I wanted to consult with you on tomorrow's march. You see...
...... Er, is there any special reason you aren't wearing any clothing?

Avatar: Chrom? Rather than stand there like a slack-jawed village idiot...
PERHAPS YOU COULD WAIT OUTSIDE LIKE I ASKED?!

Chrom: But, I... You... Oh, gods, I'm SO sorry! I didn't mean to! That is to 
say-

Avatar: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUT!

Chrom: R-right! Absolutely! Straightaway! I'll, er, wait outside the tent.
(Time passes)

Avatar: All right, you! What sort of idiot blunders straight into the women's 
bathing tent?!

Chrom: I'm sorry! Very, very sorry! I misheard you, I swear it. I had no 
intention of peeping!

Avatar: *Sigh* ...Just... Fine. Apology accepted. Now what was so damned 
important?

Chrom: Oh, er. I was hoping you could offer some advice on tomorrow's route.

Avatar: Fine. What are the options?

Chrom: Well, according to this map, one route is this steep trail through the 
hills.
Or we could circle the hills and follow the main road across the plain.
I imagine either would work but wanted to see if you had a preference.

Avatar: Hmm... I'd say the path through the hills. The main road would be 
easier, but we'd be more exposed if we encountered foes.

Chrom: Right... That's what I was thinking. Thanks for the advice. And, er... 
Yes! Well, that's it, I guess! So...yes. Bye.

Avatar: Good-bye.

Chrom: ...And Avatar? I'm really sorry about the bath thing. I honestly 
didn't mean to catch you like that.

Avatar: It's fine. Water under the bridge. Let's forget about it and move on.

Chrom: Er, right. Yes. Good idea. So! I'll catch you later? Argh, no! I mean, 
I'll SEE you later! ...ARGH! NO! I mean... good-bye!
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Chrom A

Chrom: I feel so awkward around Avatar . Ever since that bathing-tent run-
in... *sigh* Whenever I end up alone with her, I'm just frozen in 
embarrassment.
Argh, what should I do? I've never had this problem before. ...Ah, I know: a 
bath! Yes, perhaps a nice hot bath is just the thing for my nerves... I'll 
have a soak and then find Avatar for a relaxed conversation, like always.

Avatar: Let's see... The lances and axes are kept around here somewhere...
I'll just take a quick inventory and see if any need repairs or replacing... 
Somewhere... around here... Ah, here-the arms storage tent, I presume? All 
right then, I'll just head in and- AAAAAAGGGGGGHHH!

Chrom: Avatar?! Where'd you come from?

Avatar: KYAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Chrom: Blazes, what are YOU screaming for? If anyone should be screaming, 
it's me, isn't it? You aren't supp-OUCH! OW! Stop it! Stop throwing things! 
Hey, that's sharp! Don't-YEOWCH!

Avatar: ARGH! Have you NO shame?! Noble or not, you should AT LEAST wear a 
towel when you address a lady!

Chrom: B-but, you-OW!- you were the one who walked in on me!
(Time passes)

Avatar: ...I... I'm sorry, Chrom.

Chrom: Are we done throwing things?

Avatar: I think. ...I don't know what happened. Something just snapped and...

Chrom: Well, no harm done. The gods' justice, perhaps, for my earlier 
blunder! Ha ha!

Avatar: Well, anyway, thanks for being so good natured about it all. I feel 
terrible about that soap dish. How's your ear doing?

Chrom: Better. It still stings a little, but better. In any case, look on the 
bright side: we've seen each other naked now, right? So I guess we've got 
nothing left to hide. In a way, we're closer than ever.

Avatar: Not the most appropriate way for a man and woman to get to know each 
other... But...I suppose as long as nobody else knows...

Chrom: Ha ha! It's like we're partners in crime sharing an unsavory 
past!Anything that brings us closer will make us stronger on the battlefield. 
Just you wait.

Avatar: Partners in crime? Heh heh. I like the thought of that. Well, 
partner, your secret's safe with me...
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Chrom S

Avatar: Chrom! Just the man I wanted to see. We need to talk.

Chrom: *Gulp* Avatar?!

Avatar: It's about the route you drew up for tomorrow's march. I was looking 
at the map and I noticed... Chrom? Are you listening to me?

Chrom: Er, oh. Of course! ...Actually, no. I kind of had something to... do.

Avatar: Chrom, you're acting very strange. Are you hiding something from me?

Chrom: H-hide? You mean, HIDE hide? Oh, gosh, no! N-nothing at all... Nope.

Avatar: Then why are you fidgeting like you've got a squirrel in your 
pantaloons?

Chrom: I-I'm not fidgeting! I'm perfectly relaxed. ...And, er, normal.

Avatar: And refusing to meet my eye? Listen, Chrom. Didn't you say that we're 
close friends, with no secrets between us? Didn't you mean that?

Chrom: N-no! I mean, yes! I mean... I swear, it's not like that!

Avatar: *Sigh* I know you've been avoiding me recently. And I'd like to know 
why, Chrom. I think I deserve an explanation. Please. I can't go on 
pretending there's nothing wrong. Do you dislike my company now?

Chrom: D-dislike you?! Egads, Avatar, of course I don't dislike you! Nothing 
could be further from the truth.

Avatar: Then why are you avoiding me?

Chrom: Er...

Avatar: Chrom?

Chrom: D-don't look at me like that... It's just that...we've been fighting a 
lot together. We're always side by side. At first, I thought of you as an 
ally, then a comrade, and finally a friend. I've felt the bonds of trust grow 
between us, stronger and stronger. And then I realized...you were more than 
just a friend.

Avatar: What do you mean?

Chrom: I mean I care about you, Avatar. As a man, and you as a woman.

Avatar: Chrom, we can't possibly-

Chrom: Wait, please! You've made me come this far, and now I'm going to say 
my piece.

Avatar: But when you're worked up like this, you might say something you 
regret.

Chrom: I don't care! I've tried to keep this bottled up, and I can't do it 
anymore.
I'm going to tell you how I feel, even if your head explodes in 
embarrassment.

Avatar: O-kay?

Chrom: All right, deep breath... FHOOOOOO! ...Hold... and out... 
HAAAAAAAAAAAAH. Once more... FHOOOOOOOOO! Holding... holding... and out... 
HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. Right, I'm set now. Here goes. Prepare yourself, 
because I'm going to say it!

Avatar:: Then say it already!

Chrom: Avatar:... I'm in love with you.

Avatar: ...Oh.

Chrom: I have been from the very first moment I laid eyes on you. I just 
didn't realize it until the last little while.

Avatar: ......

Chrom: Look, I know this is sudden and I'm coming on like a wyvern in heat.
But I'm not trying to force you into a decision, believe me. Whatever your 
answer, I shall abide by it-no matter how painful. And come what may, we'll 
always be friends. That I promise.

Avatar: This is... I'm sorry, Chrom, but this is impossible. The general and 
his chief tactician? It just... It wouldn't be right. Our first 
responsibility must be to the soldiers we lead, not to each other. You 
understand that, don't you?

Chrom: Yes, I do.

Avatar: But someday this war will end. We'll emerge victorious and bring 
peace back to the world. And when that happens, we'll be free to follow our 
hearts.

Chrom: ...OUR hearts?

Avatar: Yes... because I love you as well.

Chrom: You do? But that's... but that's... Wonderful! Ah ha ha ha! This is 
the best day of my life!

Avatar: ...listen to me...

(CG Confession)
Chrom: You are the wind at the back and the sword at my side. Together, my 
love, we shall build a peaceful world... Just you and me...
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Frederick! C

Frederick: Your grip, stance, and breathing are wrong. Focus, Avatar. 
...Again!

Avatar: Ready!

Frederick: That's enough for today. Your form has improved considerably. The 
pace of your progress is remarkable.

Avatar: *Huff, huff* Th-thanks... I feel like...I've got the basics *huff* 
down now... But... S-so tired... *huff* I think I'm dying...

Frederick: Ha! You're exaggerating! Or at least I pray so. Otherwise you 
might as well die here—you won't last long on the battlefield.

Avatar: I suppose...but I'm exhausted nonetheless... But you... You've hardly 
broken a sweat?

Frederick: I should certainly hope not. If a little training winded me, I 
would be in no shape to serve Chrom.

Avatar: Well, I'm impressed. You must train hard to build such endurance.

Frederick: Well, I awaken before dawn each day to build the campfires... 
Then, whenever we march, I scout the trail ahead, removing rocks and such... 
Wouldn't do to have someone turn an ankle mid-campaign, now would it?

Avatar: (So that's why... I always thought it was just a fixation with pebble 
collecting...)

Frederick: Beg pardon, did you say something?

Avatar: Er, nothing important! But I owe you for this training session, so 
let me help you with tomorrow's fire. It'll be a snap with my magic. Find a 
tree, hit it with a lightning bolt, and presto!

Frederick: ...Instant forest fire.

Avatar: Oh! Well, yes, I suppose that...could happen... In any case, I do 
still owe you a favor. Whatever you like—name it and it's yours. You needn't 
decide today, of course. Think it over for the next time we meet.

Frederick: I am unaccustomed to asking favors, but if you insist, I shall 
find something.
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Frederick B

Frederick: Hello, Avatar. I've thought about your previous offer.

Avatar: The favor? Oh, good! What'll it be? Just say the word.

Frederick: I recall seeing you eat bear with great relish shortly after we 
first met. I should like you to teach me this skill. ...Eating bear, that is.

Avatar: I remember that night! Lissa was in a froth. Said it smelled 
like...old boots, was it? Wait, so you didn't eat any either?

Frederick: I fear I've rarely been able to choke down wild game, and bear 
least of all. But as the war grows harsher, I can no longer afford to be 
picky. There may come a day when bear is the only food available to us. Best 
I train to overcome my aversion now, when our situation is not so dire.

Avatar: True, and even the finest knight isn't much use on an empty 
stomach... Alright then, you're on. Let's get you eating some bear!

Frederick: Yes, I will train till I can consume anything, without concern for 
taste or decorum. Like an animal, or a savage... Or like you, Avatar.

Avatar: ......

Frederick: Er, Avatar? ...Did I say something wrong?

Avatar: Um, no, nothing. Don't worry about it. So, Frederick. You don't have 
a problem with more common meats, do you?

Frederick: Beef and pork are fine. I also enjoy a good chicken on occasion.

Avatar: Then let's start simple. Take a bite of this jerky.

Frederick: I shall tear into it with gusto! *munch munch* BLEAGH! G-gamey! S-
so gamey! What... *cough* What IS this?!

Avatar: It's bear. Leftovers from the same bear we ate that night, in fact! I 
saved some.

Frederick: Eeeaaaaagh! Healer! I need a healer!

Avatar: Animal or savage indeed. How rude of him... Guessing he wasn't joking 
about his aversion to bear, though...
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Frederick A

Avatar: Hey there, Freddy Bear! I've got some new cured meat for you to 
try...

Frederick: I'll thank you not to refer to me by that ridiculous name. ...And 
I'm not so gullible as to fall for you bear-jerky trick twice.

Avatar: Oh? I thought you were serious about getting over this, Frederick. 
Look, I'm not a monster. I prepared a whole series of meats in order of 
gaminess. We can take it slow.

Frederick: ...Well, I suppose I did ask for this.

Avatar: All right then. We'll start with chicken, then pork, then beef.

Frederick: *Munch munch* ...Hmm. Excellent so far.

Avatar: Next is mutton. It starts to get a little tricky here.

Frederick: *Munch munch* ...This is...manageable.

Avatar: You're doing great! Okay, this one's venison.

Frederick: *Munch munch*

Avatar: ...By which I mean bear.

Frederick: PFFFFFFFT! Augh! By the gods! I'm d-dying! Dying! Ah... It's s-so 
dark... T-tell Chrom that...

Avatar: Oh, stop exaggerating! Otherwise you might as well die here—you won't 
last long on the battle...field? Whoa. I just had intense deja vu.

Frederick: I said the same to you, once upon a training session. And I was 
right. If I succumb to this, I can't well protect everyone on the front 
lines... My body is ready, Avatar! The next sample, if you please!

Avatar: you talked yourself back into it? Impressive. And perhaps a little 
disturbing... Ah, well. Whatever works. Let's finish this! Frederick! Open 
wide!
=====================================================
Frederick S

Avatar: You did it! You chomped down on that crocodile jerky like it was a 
candied fig!

Frederick: *Groan* I h-have... you to thank... Giving me... the strength...

Avatar: And last, but certainly not least...

Frederick: W-wild bear meat?

Avatar: You can do it.

Frederick: *Nibble* ..... *Nibble*

Avatar: You did it, Frederick! You swallowed the whole thing! You've overcome 
your phobia of bear meat!

Frederick: Thank... you.

Avatar: Er, but you look a little pale. Do you feel alright?

Frederick: I'll be fine. Better than fine, in fact. Thanks to you, I needn't 
ever battle on an empty stomach. I stand in your debt.

Avatar: Glad to be of service. After all, you have to be in tip-top shape to 
protect the rest of us.

Frederick: I should tell you that last night, I made a promise to myself... I 
swore that if I could keep the bear meat down, I would offer you...this.

Avatar: ...Huh? A ring? ...But why?

Frederick: I would like you to be my wife.

Avatar: What?! Oh Frederick... I did NOT see this coming!

Frederick: I was thinking about what would happen if I managed to overcome my 
weakness. We would have no more reason to spend so much time together. And 
yet, I cannot bear the thought of leaving your side, Avatar. So after so much 
thought, I determined that I had no choice but to propose.

Avatar: ...I don't know what to say. Except...deciding to marry a girl when 
you didn't upchuck a mouthful of bear? It might be the most unromantic thing 
I've ever heard!

Frederick: Well, yes, but...

Avatar: Oh, I don't care, Frederick! I've been in love with you since our 
first bear dinner!

Frederick: You do me a great honor, milady. You will not regret it, I swear 
to you!

(CG Confession)
Frederick: My heart is yours, milady. I vow to defend you as knight and 
husband until death should part us.
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Virion! C

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 stroke 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.
(Time passes)

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!
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Virion B

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 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 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!
(Time passes)

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 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, perhaps milady would see fit 
to reward the victor with a kiss?

Avatar: Nice try.
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Virion A

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. It 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, 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: 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.
=====================================================
Virion S

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 skills... 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!

(CG Confession)
Virion: I love you. no I am enamored with you! No.. we are soul mates! Ohhh, 
the sultry sonnets we shall spin!
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Stahl! C

Avatar: Now, what would he want more than anything? Hmm... Maybe a sword? 
Wait, what am I thinking? He already owns the most treasured sword of all...

Stahl: Heya, Avatar! You thinking up a birthday present for old man Chrom?

Avatar: He's hardly "old," Stahl... but yes, I am. And to be honest, I'm at a 
bit of a loss for ideas.

Stahl: Ha! Isn't that a pickle!

Avatar: Buying for royalty would be hard enough, but we're in the middle of a 
war. It'd have to be small, to transport easily with the caravan, and nothing 
excessive...

Stahl: Yeah, cheap is good. Chrom's never been much for gold and glitter, 
anyway. I was actually thinking of brewing up a special concoction for him.

Avatar: You mean like a potion or tonic? I didn't know you dabbled in such!

Stahl: My father is an apothecary, and he taught me the trade.

Avatar: Homemade gifts are always the best! Would that I possessed any such 
talents...

Stahl: Er, say. My ingredients are quite costly, and difficult to find in the 
wild...

Avatar: Perhaps I could gather them?

Stahl: Yes, exactly! Then the present could be from both of us.

Avatar: Perfect! We can solve both our problems in one fell swoop.

Stahl: Then it's a deal!
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Stahl B

Avatar: Chrom loved the gift, Stahl! Thanks so much for letting me chip in.

Stahl: Not at all- I should be thanking YOU. I doubt I could hafe afforded 
everything without your fat purse!

Avatar: Oh, come now. Don't think I'll fall for that old trick... You helped 
me and just made it seem like I was helping you. I don't know how you do it, 
but I'm grateful nonetheless!

Stahl: Heh. I guess I've always been good at reading people. Even when I was 
young, I could tell what folks wanted before they even said it. It's not much 
of a secret ability, but it's the only one I've got!

Avatar: On the contrary, I think being sensitive to others is a precious 
skill indeed.

Stahl: I don't know if I'm sensitive, exactly. I just find it easy to read 
people.
You'd be amazed how much you can read from a face, if you know what to look 
for.

Avatar: And you can always read these thoughts?

Stahl: Absolutely!

Avatar: Stahl, that's a remarkable talent! Truly.

Stahl: Ha! Not at all! It's just the coping mechanism of an overly dull man.

Avatar: Reading thoughts from faces or gestures? That's every bit as 
impressive as magic. I bet you're always one step ahead of your rivals, on 
the battlefield and off.

Stahl: Hmm... I guess it has saved my skin a time or two.

Avatar: Like how you read my mind hen I was wondering what to get Chrom...

Stahl: Er, actually, that time, I just overheard you talking to yourself.

Avatar: Was I? Oh! Ah ha ha...
=====================================================
Stahl A

Stahl: *Sigh*

Avatar: What's wrong, Stahl? You sound a bit down?

Stahl: Well, I apparently need to practice, then! It was supposed to be a 
sigh of relief. Some friends were in a bit of a row, but I managed to calm 
the waters.

Avatar: You're always doing things like that, aren't you? Helping others with 
their problems. Most of us are too busy looking after ourselves, but you 
always find the time.

Stahl: Well, in a way it was for my own sake. Troubled folkes make me 
uncomfortable. When I see friends fighting, my first instinct is to intervene 
and restore the peace.

Avatar: Ha! And now you're acting humble and deflecting praise from yourself.

Stahl: Er, sorry. Is that annoying?

Avatar: Not annoying, no. But you should stand up for yourself from time to 
time, to. For example, you could start by telling people that today is your 
birthday.

Stahl: Huh? You knew?

Avatar: I found out, yes, but not from you! Friends should be able to tell 
each other that much. War may be raging around us, but that doesn't mean we 
can't have fun sometimes.

Stahl: I suppose...

Avatar: You spend so much time looking after other people that someone has to 
look after you. And I've decided that someone is going to be me! So, here. 
Have a couple of fried fig cakes in honor of your birthday.

Stahl: Aw, my favorite! Thanks, Avatar. You're a true friend.
=====================================================
Stahl S

Avatar: Ah. You did it again.

Stahl: Did what again?

Avatar: Scratched your nose. You've got something you want to ask me, don't 
you?

Stahl: How did you know?

Avatar: Oh, I've been doing a bit of observing of my own, trying to read 
faces.
After you described your special talent, I realized how useful it could be.
First thing I learned is that you scratch your nose before you ask for 
anything.

Stahl: Ha! You'd think I'd know my own tells, but I guess not...

Avatar: So? What is it? You shouldn't be shy about asking me for anything.
You've helped me so much, I'd love a chance to return the favor.

Stahl: Er...right. Guess I'll ask.

Avatar: I'm all ears.

Stahl: Well, I, um... got this ring for you. And... I want you to wear it.

Avatar: Why?

Stahl: ...Because I love you.

Avatar: What?! Gods, I had no idea!

Stahl: Oh, heh heh. I was kind of hoping you'd picked up on my cues...

Avatar: I guess we're even then.

Stahl: What do you mean?

Avatar: Look at me, Stahl. Look at my face.

Stahl: Er, okay. I'm looking...

Avatar: Can you see what I'm thinking?

Stahl: ...Yes. Yes I can! You're happy!

Avatar: Exactly! See, if you'd have paid more attention, you'd have seen-

Stahl: ...That you're in love with me, too.

Avatar: Recently you've een avoiding my gaze. It was... Well, it was 
horrible, frankly.

Stahl: Oh, you noticed? I'm sorry. I guess I just got bashful around you.

Avatar: But if you'd seen my eyes, you'd have known the answer was yes before 
you even asked!

Stahl: Oh, Avatar, even a blind man could see you've made me so happy!

(CG Confession)
Stahl: My lady, I may never take my eyes off you again. Unless I'm about to 
run into a wall. 
=====================================================
Vaike! C

Avatar: ...Vaike? What are you up to out here?

Vaike: Eh? Me? Up to? Nothin’! Har har! Yessir, just a whooole lot of 
nothin’. Oh, lookie here! Pretty flowers! I sure do love me a pretty flower, 
don’t you?
Yep! Love’em. All of ‘em! ...Say what’s your favorite flower, Avatar?

Avatar: ...Okay, now I KNOW you’re up to something.

Vaike: Har har! Nope, not me! Just lookin’ at all them pretty flowers is all. 
Nice, ain’t they?

Avatar: Liar. You’re trying to see who’s bathing in the spring over there.

Vaike: S-spring? There’s a spring? Why, I had NO idea!

Avatar: Don’t play dumb with me, Vaike! Now stop leering and get back to 
camp.

Vaike: Aw, come on! You don’t understand! You ain’t a man! Sometimes a man’s 
just gotta... see what can be seen, ya know?

Avatar: No, I don’t. ...Thank the gods.

Vaike: Right little goody two-shows, ain’t ya? Interrupting my fun just 
when...Oh, fine. Guess I’m done lookin’ at flowers. But don’t think you can 
keep me-Huh? What’s that?

Avatar: That’s Sully’s horse isn’t it? Gods, but it’s a fierce-looking brute. 
Don’t you see how it’s glaring at us? It’s almost as if it thinks...

Vaike: IT’S GONNA CHARGE! RUN! RUN FOR YOUR LIIIIIIIIFE!

Avatar: B-but I didn’t do anything! Gyaaaaaa!
=====================================================
Vaike B

Vaike: Har! It's the Vaike's lucky day! Sully's horse is dozin' away, and 
that meddling little--

Avatar: Meddling little... what?

Vaike: Blast! You again? Er, I mean... Oh, look! A four-leaf clover! Lucky 
me!

Avatar: For that lie to work, you actually need to have a four-leaf clover. 
You were spying on bathing women again, weren't you?! Don't deny it!

Vaike: I DO deny it! ...Besides, what are YOU doing skulkin' around the 
bushes?

Avatar: I was helping my friends bathe in peace without some scoundrel 
leering at them! Now keep your voice down! You might wake up Sully's devil 
steed.

Vaike: What do you care if it wakes? I'm the one he's got it in for.

Avatar: Not anymore, thanks to you! Ever since that time I caught you 
snooping, the beast has made me its sworn enemy. If I get within half a 
league, it's after me like a hound from hell!

Vaike: Har har! So the beast has the evil eye for Lord Goody Two-Shoes 
himself? There's a word for that... What is it... Tip of my tongue... Oh, I 
know! ...IRONIC! HAR HAR!

Avatar: Frankly, being tarred with the same brush as you is punishment 
enough.
In any case, neither of us want to be here if that horse wakes up. Come on, 
let's get back to camp.

Vaike: Curses, I truly thought today was going to be the Vaike's lucky... 
Wait. That evil horse-it's gone!

Avatar: V-Vaike... D-don't turn around... It's right... behind you...

Vaike: It's... b-behind me? ARRRRRRRRRRRRGH! RUUUUUUUN! FOR THE LOVE OF ALL 
THAT'S GOOD AND HOLY, RUUUUUUUUUUUUN!

Avatar: WHY MEEEEEEEEE?!
=====================================================
Vaike A

Avatar: Hey, Vaike. Why the long face?

Vaike: ...Oh. Hello, Avatar. So, uh... I've been thinkin'. The Vaike's caused 
ya a lot of grief. I feel bad about it.

Avatar: It's not like you to be so introspective. Why does it worry me...

Vaike: Well, I was having a bath--you know, down by the spring--and well...
These ladies appeared outta nowhere and started pointin' and laughin' at poor 
Teach! I was stark naked, with my clothes hung up on the far side of the 
creek!
I reckon they were gettin' revenge for those times I... accidentally spied on 
'em.

Avatar: Huh.

Vaike: And that blasted horse was there, grinnin' like a rabid crocodile! It 
was humiliatin'!

Avatar: Well, that does sound unpleasant. Even if you only have yourself to 
blame. One might even call it... Oh, what's the word? Ah, yes: ironic! In any 
case, can we please assume that you've finally learned your lesson?

Vaike: Yeah, now that I know what it's like to be the victim, the Vaike's 
spyin' days are over.

Avatar: Good, I think when you look back on this later, you'll be glad it 
happened. But, come. No use moping about that's done. The Shepherds need 
their Teach. They need his passion and his willingness to take on anything or 
anyone, damn the odds!

Vaike: Har har. Now that's the truth! ...You're all right, Avatar. A good 
friend through and through.

Avatar: You... consider me a friend?

Vaike: Darn right! You're in the Vaike circle of trust. Not many folk earn 
that privilege! ...But now that we're friends and all, that means we can ask 
each other favors.

Avatar: Favors? Well, I suppose if there's something--

Vaike: I've given up spying, but I owe those girls a good scare! No one makes 
a mockery of Teach and gets away with it! So put your thinkin' cap on and 
brew up some kinda revenge scheme, okay? Maybe some way to dump puddin' on 
their heads or somethin'.

Avatar: Pudding, Vaike? Honestly?
=====================================================
Vaike S

Vaike: Aw, snakebellies! Where could it have gotten to? If I don't find it 
soon...

Avatar: What's all the fuss about, Vaike? Have you lost something?

Vaike: WAH! Avatar! Why're ya always sneakin' up on me like that?! Um, yeah, 
I lost somethin'. It's a pouch of, uh, herbs! ...Yeah, that's it.

Avatar: ...Okay, now tell me what you REALLY lost, and perhaps I can help.

Vaike: It's, er... Well, how do I put it? It's a round thing with a hole in 
the middle. All glittery.

Avatar: Hm. Any other identifying characterist... Vaike? What is it? You've 
gone deathly pale!

Vaike: D-don't look now... B-b-b-behind you...

Avatar: Behind ME? You don't mean... AAAAAAAAARRRGH! IT'S THE HORSE! THE 
EQUINE FROM HELL! SAVE US! SAVE US ALL FROM ITS... ...Huh? He's not charging. 
He's not even mad. He's... nuzzling me. Wait, he has something in his mouth!

Vaike: Hey, that's...

Avatar: A ring. A beautiful, glittery ring... This is what you were looking 
for, isn't it?

Vaike: Er, yeah.

Avatar: Well, isn't this lucky? You found your ring. Is it new? I don't 
remember ever seeing you wear it. Or maybe... it's meant for someone else? 
Someone... special to you...

Vaike: Well, er... it's actually for you.

Avatar: ...Me?

Vaike: Yep.

Avatar: Gracious!

Vaike: It's just... I got to thinkn' how enjoyable it's been hangin' around 
with you. Stumblin' arond in bushes, fleein' that devil horse, all the witty 
banter... The Vaike ain't had that much fun since I was an anklebiter back 
home! So I said to myself, "Vaike, you should marry this girl before she gets 
snapped up!"

Avatar: I... don't know what to say, Vaike. I'm overwhelmed... When I first 
saw the ring and thought you had a special someone... Well, my heart leapt 
into my throat. ...Because I've grown quite fond of you. I can't tell you how 
thrilled I am that this ring is meant for me!

Vaike: So you'll say yes? You'll marry me?! YIPPEEEEEE! Dash it, Avatar. I'll 
have to give that horse a big, slobbery kiss of gratitude!

Avatar: Heh, shouldn't I get one, too? ...Preferably BEFORE the horse!

(CG Confession)
Vaike: This is gotta be the first time I've rated anyone ELSE first! Is 
this... love? The Vaike is stunned!
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Kellam! C

Avatar: The others claim it's a ghost, but I refuse to put stock in such 
things.

Kellam: Claim what is a ghost?

Avatar: WAAAAAAAAAAH! ...Oh! It's you, Kellam! You surprised me.

Kellam: Sorry, You looked a little worried... I just wanted to see if you 
were all right.

Avatar: Well, there IS something troubling me... The men are reporting 
strange incidents- baffling phenomena that defy explanation.

Kellam: Goodness! Like what?

Avatar: Well, for example, whenever a group of us gather, drinks materialize 
on the table. Also, there's always one more cup than people present. But 
everyone denies that they brought the cup or served the drinks! It's most 
peculiar. So peculiar, in fact, that some are claiming it to be the work of 
spirits...

Kellam: It's not a ghost.

Avatar: Oh, of course it's not. I just don't know what it could possibly-

Kellam: It's me. I serve the drinks.

Avatar: You? ...But wait. Why would you bring one cup too many?

Kellam: That's my cup. I guess it's just that no one ever...notices me...

Avatar: What?! That's almost as absurd as the ghost theory!
=====================================================
Kellam B

Avatar: Lad de dah de dum... Shanty Pete danced on a barrel of rum... Oh, 
hullo?! Where did this drink come from?...Kellam, are you there?

Kellam: Right here. ...In front of you.

Avatar: Ah, yes, of course-now I see you. Thank you for the drink!

Kellam: I didn't want to interrupt while you were humming there. Sorry...

Avatar: Not at all! I was just taken aback when the cup seemed to appear by 
my elbow...

Kellam: Um, yes. Sorry... again...

Avatar: You know, Kellam, if you want people to notice you more, you should 
speak up.

Kellam: Oh, I'm not looking to be noticed. Not especially, anyway.

Avatar: Well, if that's your plan , I have to say you are succeeding 
brilliantly.

Kellam: Plus whenever I do speak, people start screaming about hearing 
voices... At least, that's what happened at dinner last night...

Avatar: Heh, so that WAS you...Half the camp refused to come out of their 
tents for fear of the "ghost"!

Kellam: Sorry!

Avatar: Stop being sorry!It's their own fault for being such superstitious 
hens.

Kellam: Yes, but I understand now why people react so strangely whenever I do 
them favors. Next time I bring tea for everyone, I'll be sure to shout what 
I'm doing. And I'll try to stop standing sideways...Or in shadows. Or behind 
barrels...

Avatar: Splendid idea, Kellam! That's the spirit! We'll get you noticed yet!
=====================================================
Kellam A

Kellam: Eh? A slice of crowberry pie? What's this doing here?

Avatar: It's for you, Kellam.

Kellam: Avatar! Y-you saw me!

Avatar: The trick is to squint and look sideways. I've been working on it 
here and there.Anyway, you're always so helpful to everyone else, I wanted to 
return the favor.

Kellam: ...Thanks.

Avatar: Not at all. It's the least I can do.

Kellam: Gosh, you really are good to me, Avatar. I know I said I don't do it 
for thanks, but it IS nice to hear...especially from you. ...Well, guess I'll 
be going now.

Avatar: What in the... How did he DO that?! He just vanished!

Kellam: Er, I'm right over here. Straightening up these axes.

Avatar: ..Oh, right. Of course I knew that. It's just that you gave this 
enigmatic smile, turned to the left, and then...disappeared! Almost as if 
you'd achieved enlightenment and transcended this mortal plane!

Kellam: ...That's some imagination you have.

Avatar: Ha ha. Yes, well.perhaps I've read a few too many morality plays as 
of late. In any case, forget the axes for now--everyone is waiting to see 
you.

Kellam: Me?...But why?

Avatar: They all want to apologize for making such a fuss about the supposed 
hauntings.

Kellam: ...Oh, um, I don't know. That sounds like an awful lot of 
attention...

Avatar: Sometimes, Kellam, we all have to stand up and be noticed.

Kellam: All right. But if I'm feeling shy, I might have to transcend to a 
higher plane again.

Avatar: Ah-HA! I KNEW IT!

Kellam: That was a joke! A joke? ...Ha ha ha? ...Avatar? Why are you backing 
away from me like that...?
=====================================================
Kellam S

Avatar: Wow, what a part the other day, eh, Kellam? So much fun!

Kellam: Um, I suppose so...

Avatar: When you got out of your seat and disappeared into thin air? Half of 
them believed me when I said you'd transcended the mortal plane! Heh ha!

Kellam: Yes...

Avatar: Oh, but listen to me natter away! I'm not letting you get a word in 
edgewise! ...Er, I'm not boring you, am I?

Kellam: Golly, no. Not at all. I like you, and I like hearing you talk... I 
could listen to the sound of your voice all day long...

Avatar: Oh, well, thank you, Kellam. ...Hey, wait a sec! Wh-what do you mean, 
"like" me?! As in, Like like?

Kellam: Um, I'm sorry... is that a problem?

Avatar: Er, no! Of course it isn't... I'm just... surprised, is all...

Kellam: Then get ready for a BIG surprise...

Avatar:Wh-what's going on? Why are you giving me a...ring?

Kellam: Do you like it?

Avatar: G-gracious, Kellam, I LOVE it! ...Can I keep it?

Kellam: I sure hope you do!

Avatar: I'm so happy... I feel like I could just float off into the clouds...

Kellam: It's all right. I'll grab your ankle before you get too high. That 
is, if you really DO want to stick around and... be my wife.

Avatar: I want that more than anything, Kellam. In truth, I've adored you for 
so long...

Kellam: I'm glad you found me, Avatar. Not many people have, you know.

Avatar: You won't have to worry about being missed, ever again. No matter 
where you go or what you do, I'll be there, watching you. And what I'll see 
is my friend, and my one true love.

Kellam: As long as you see me that way, no one else even matters...

(CG Confession)
Kellam: You make me feel like I'm really here. Like I mean something. I'm 
yours... forever.
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Lon'qu! C

Avatar: Well, Lon'qu. It looks like we're partners for today's training 
session. You'll go easy on me, won't you?

Lon'qu: Hmph.

Avatar: ...Was that a yes or a no? In any case, let's get on with it.

Lon'qu: ...!

Avatar: Ha! You're as good as they say...

Lon'qu: Thank you.

Avatar: But not even bothering to draw your sword? It comes off as just a bit 
condescending.

Lon'qu: Swordplay is a man's pursuit. What does a woman know of-- WHA--?

Avatar: HYAAAAAAAAAAGH!

Lon'qu: What in blazes are you doing, woman? Why are you... throwing... 
figs?!

Avatar: If you can't get close to a foe, you must engage him at long range. 
Basic tactics, really! I'm surprised you'd be unfamiliar with them.

Lon'qu: Well, no matter. It's not as if you'll ever hit me with one...

Avatar: Oooooh, that sounds like a challenge! All right, twinkle toes, dodge 
this! HIYA! HIYA! HIYA!

Lon'qu: S-stop it! Don't come...any closer! Please...stop tossing...figs!

Avatar: We have to... HIYA!... get close, to... HIYA!... train properly... 
HIYA!... Just a bit farther...

Lon'qu: ARGH! I won't stand here to be pelted with fruit by a madwoman! I'm 
leaving!

Avatar: Coward! Get back here! 
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Lon'qu B

Avatar: Hello, Lon'qu. Hey, where'd you get that nasty bruise on your chin?

Lon'qu: ......

Avatar: Ah, right. Fig wound. Sorry about that. ...Gracious, it looks rather 
swollen.

Lon'qu: I never imagined you'd continue your fruity assault while I slept!

Avatar: But it was the only way I was ever going to hit you...

Lon'qu: And how reckless of you to be sneaking into my tent at night. What if 
you'd been seen? Imagine what people would've thought!

Avatar: Oh, it's all right. I know exactly when and where everyone sleeps. I 
made sure I wouldn't be spotted.

Lon'qu: I honestly cannot tell sometimes if you are a genius or a complete 
dimwit.

Avatar: Well, silly can be cuter than clever, don't you think?

Lon'qu: I... have absolutely no idea what you mean by that.

Avatar: ...Er, yes. I think I was trying to be clever and disproved my own 
point...

Lon'qu: (Heh.)

Avatar: Wait...did you just laugh?!

Lon'qu: No.

Avatar: Yes you did! I distinctly heard you say "heh."

Lon'qu: Never! You are incapable of provoking so much as a chuckle from me.

Avatar: Oooooooh, THAT sounds like another challenge...

Lon'qu: Damn.

Avatar: Right! The game's afoot! I shall make you laugh one more time, no 
matter what!

Lon'qu: How do I get myself into these things... 
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Lon'qu A

Lon'qu: Enough, Avatar!

Avatar: What? What's wrong?

Lon'qu: You've been mocking both me and your training. Don't deny it.

Avatar: How so?

Lon'qu: When we spar, you adopt a curious expression and poke me in the ribs.

Avatar: And haven't you noticed how much more relaxed you've been?

Lon'qu: What are you talking about?

Avatar: I'm talking about how I stand close, and you don't even break a 
sweat.

Lon'qu: ...Gods above... It's true. How could I not notice? What witchcraft 
is this?!

Avatar: No magic, I swear. Just two comrades-in-arms who've grown accustomed 
to fighting side-by-side. I'm sorry if my behavior seemed strange, but I was 
only trying to help. I know all about your phobia of women, so I came up with 
a plan. I thought if I acted strangely enough, you'd be so distracted, you'd 
forget all about it!

Lon'qu: Heh. You are a con artist of the highest order...

Avatar: Hey! I made you laugh again!
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Lon'qu S

Lon'qu: *Cough* *ahem* Er, Avatar? May I have a word?

Avatar: Oh, hello, Lon'qu. Something wrong? It's not like you to initiate a 
conversation.

Lon'qu: In our recent battle, did you... do something to me? Cast a spell? 
Slip me a potion?

Avatar: No, of course not... Why do you ask?

Lon'qu: I see... Then this feeling in my heart is from natural causes.

Avatar: Er, Lon'qu, are you feeling all right?

Lon'qu: No, it's frightening... But wonderful... You see, Avatar... It 
appears that I've grown... quite... fond of you.

Avatar: ...What?

Lon'qu: It's true. These feelings have grown despite my best efforts...

Avatar: It seems my plot to make you laugh had some unforseen consequences.

Lon'qu: I must know--do you share my feelings? Even a little bit?

Avatar: Well, at first, I couldn't stand you...But then... something 
happened...

Lon'qu: Yes?

Avatar: Amazingly, yes. I... I've come to care for you too, Lon'qu. Deeply.

Lon'qu: Ah. Right then... ....... I am not used to dealing with women. What 
step should I take next?

Avatar: Er, you could embrace me, I suppose?

Lon'qu: Very well... Like this?

Avatar: Amazing... Your phobia of women is completely gone!

Lon'qu: No. It's just... It's only gone with you.

Avatar: Heh. That might be the greatest compliment I've ever been paid.

Lon'qu: The next step I do know... Will you accept this?

Avatar: You bought me a ring? Wait, so you had planned this planned the whole 
time?

Lon'qu: For some time, yes. I bought it in town for you a few days past. ...I 
cannot tell you how hard it was to enter a women's jewelry store.

Avatar: And yet you did it for my sake!

Lon'qu: Never in my worst nightmares did I envision doing doing such a thing 
for a mere woman... But yes, I did it. For you. I hope you like it.

Avatar: ...A "mere" woman?!

(CG Confession)
Lon'qu: I confess... I do have feelings for... Gods, must all these emotions 
be so vexing?!
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Donnel! C

Donnel: Nah, still no good. The hook's too big. Maybe if I... Naw, that ain't 
it neither!

Avatar: Donnel? What are you trying to do?

Donnel: This dang fishin' hook I'm makin' just don't wanna work for me. See 
here? Wayt it is now, the fish'll just slip right off soon as it starts 
fightin'.

Avatar: Ah, yes. It needs a barb on the inside. Here, may I? ...There we go

Donnel: Wow, thanks! I owe ya one, Avatar. How'd ya know so much about 
fishin' hooks anyhow?

Avatar: Oh, just something I read about at one time or another.

Donnel: Shoulda guessed. You always got yer nose in one dusty book or 
another. I just wish there was some way I could return the favor. Say, you 
know anythin' 'bout buildin' snares? I'm actually a pretty good trapper.

Avatar: Not much, I'm afraid. Perhaps you'd teach me some basic traps 
sometime?

Donnel: Darn tootin' I will! We can start with a box trap. Ain't nothing' to 
it.

Avatar: Sure, sounds great!
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Donnel B

Avatar: Hey, Donny! You remember that box trap you helped me make? Well, I 
caught a boar! Just look at the size of this thing!

Donnel: It's near as big as this fish I caught thanks to yer tricky hook!

Avatar: Goodness, I think we're going to have leftovers tonight.

Donnel: Heck, if we smoke that boar'a yours, we'll be set for a month.

Avatar: Boar jerky? My mouth's watering just thinking about it... Oh, and 
speaking of, I was working on ways to improve that trap. I think I've got a 
better trigger figured out. You should come by and take a look.

Donnel: Swell! I got a new hook I wanted to show ya, anyhow.

Avatar: Ha ha, listen to us! We're obsessed.

Donnel: Heh, ain't that the truth? We ain't even on larder duty!

Avatar: We should be, the way we're stockpiling provisions.

Donnel: I wager the others'd think we're a right pair of greedyguts, way we's 
goin'.

Avatar: Hmm... I suppose snarfing down boar isn't very ladylike, now that I 
think about it?

Donnel: Huh? Are ya japin' with me now? Yer the finest lady I ever met! Back 
in my village, ain't a single milkmaid could hold a candle to ya!

Avatar: How kind of you to say, Donny. Do you really think-

Donnel: And ain't just you, neither! Every gal in this here army is a 
knockout. Yee-haw!

Avatar: Oh. I...see.
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Donnel A

Avatar: Do you cook, Donny?

Donnel: Sure-if I ain't got a choice. You?

Avatar: I've only poisoned myself twice!

Donnel: You say that like yer proud! But ain't much use to all this meat if 
we can't do nothin' with it.

Avatar: Do you want to have a go? At cooking it, I mean? I'll bet if the two 
of us put our heads together we could come up with something.

Donnel: No harm in tryin'.

(Time passes)

Avatar: Gah! The fish! You're buring it!

Donnel: And yer stew is boilin' over!

Avatar: HOOOOOOT! Hot! Hot! Hot!

Donnel: You all right?!

Avatar: Ow... Y-yes, I think so. It's just a little burn.

Donnel: You gotta cool that, quick! Take this... Aw, horse apples! We're 
outta water! I'll go draw some. Don't move! I got the water! Stick yer hand 
in there!

Avatar: Ahhhhhhhhh...

Donnel: I reckon there WAS harm in us tryin' to cook.

Avatar: Still, I'd say it was worth it. At least I got to learn something 
about you.

Donnel: And what's that?

Avatar: You've got a cool head in a crisis. You were quick on your feet and 
kept it together. Thanks again for the water.

Donnel: Shucks. Ain't nothin' nobody else wouldn'ta done...

Avatar: Don't be so modest. You certainly... *sniff* *sniiiiiiff* Er, Donny? 
Is something burning?

Donnel: The fish! The fish is still on the goldurn fire!

Avatar: I think the harm is starting to outweigh the benefit now. Let's just 
throw some dirt over these cookfires and slink awat. Er, and perhaps we'll 
not mention this to anyone else, eh?
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Donnel S

Donnel: Gosh, Avatar. That was one heckuva to-do the other day!

Avatar: Indeed, that burned-fish odor lingered for days. Chrom was NOT happy 
about us stinking up the camp! ...Or the bears that followed the scent.

Donnel: Aw, crab apples. I sure am sorry. Reckon I shoulda been more careful.

Avatar: No, it was my fault for buring my hand and making you fetch water.
If anything, you kept a bad situation from getting any worse.

Donnel: Maybe. But I can't help thinkin' that if I was older and wiser and 
smarter... Well, maybe these kinds'a mishaps wouldn't keep happenin' to me.

Avatar:I could say the exact same thing. We're both only halfway to wisdom.

Donnel: So if we're both halfway, maybe we'd get more wise if we done got 
together?

Avatar: Got...together?

Donnel: I really hope ya don't think it forward of a simple country boy to be 
askin'... But I was hopin' ya'd do me the honor of acceptin' a present.

Avatar: ...A ring?

Donnel: In my whole life, I never met no one who's as much fun to be with as 
you. So I'm thinkin' it sure would be nice to spend the rest of my life with 
ya!

Avatar: Why, Donnel...

Donnel: Ya like my company and whatnot, don't ya, Avatar?

Avatar: Donnel, being with you is... It's like a nonstop festival ride.

Donnel: Then...?

Avatar: Yes. I accept.

Donnel: Yeeeeee-haaaaaaw!

Avatar: You'll do the cooking and laundry, and I'll be in charge of sleeping 
and eating.

Donnel: Huh? But...what about workin' together and gettin' wiser and all 
that?!

Avatar: It was just a joke, Donny.

Donnel: Haw haw! Good one, Avatar! Aw, I KNEW this'd be fun!

(CG Confession)
Donnel: I love you. I don't want to leave without you. Let's settle down from 
before.
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Ricken! C

Ricken: Hrmmm...

Avatar: Still writing a reply to that letter? You've been staring at a blank 
page for an hour. Was it bad news? Nothing serious, I hope.

Ricken: No, just an average letter from my parents. "Hope you're well," and 
all that.

Avatar: Then why are you so strapped for a reply?

Ricken: It's... tricky. I just don't know what to say.

Avatar: There's plenty of things you could write about! Especially after that 
last battle! Tell them how you dodged one brush with death after the next! 
Impress them!

Ricken: Are you insane?! The object is to make them worry about me LESS!

Avatar: Oh. Right. Well, why not tell them about that fight against the 
Risen? Talk about how you tore them limb from limb and flung the pieces to 
the winds!

Ricken: But I did no such thing! Besides, that would have them worried about 
me in a whole other way... See the problem? I can't LIE, but if I write about 
how things really are, they'll worry. And if I write about how much I miss 
them, that only makes it worse...

Avatar: How about just a few words to let them know you're all right?

Ricken: ...I don't know. Maybe I'll just hold off until I do something that 
makes them proud.

Avatar: Well, if they could've heard you just now, they already would be. 
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Ricken B

Ricken: Hmm...

Avatar: Still haven't written a reply to your parents, have you?

Ricken: Yep. Stuck again. I can't think of the right words to say.

Avatar: You could always just head back.

Ricken: Head back where? Home?

Avatar: Why not? Stop by for a quick visit. Spend some time with your family. 
I'm not saying to drop everything and go tomorrow, but once things settle 
down.

Ricken: ...No. I can't go back yet.

Avatar: Why not?

Ricken: I don't know how much you know about me, but I come from an old, 
respected house. And lately, my family home--and name--has fallen into 
serious disrepair. So this war is about more than saving the world, at least 
for me. It's about restoring my family name. And I can't go home until I've 
done it.

Avatar: That's a lot to put on yourself, Ricken. Your parents are lucky to 
have you. Hard to imagine such a model son running around dismembering Risen 
and flinging--

Ricken: Stop with the dismembering already! What kind of monster do you think 
I am?

Avatar: Ha ha, I'm just teasing. Seriously, though, if you won't visit, you 
should write. Sparing your parents from worry is part of being a good son, 
after all.

Ricken: Yeah, I know you're right... Okay, I'll keep it real basic. "Dear Mom 
and Dad, I hope you're well."

Avatar: "Today I saved the life of my beloved, and the field ran red with the 
blood of my foes!"

Ricken: 'Today I saved the..." ARRRGH! Will you NOT do that?!

Avatar: I'm helping.

Ricken: YOU ARE NOT!
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Ricken A

Ricken: Hey, Avatar. Would you mind sending this out with the other 
deliveries?

Avatar: Letter to the family, eh? So did you finally figure out what to 
write?

Ricken: I just wrote the truth: that I miss them and hope to see them again 
soon.

Avatar: No tales of glory? No brave words? ...No dismemberment?

Ricken: Hah! Not this time. I guess restoring the family name will have to 
wait a bit longer. I simply wrote that I've come a long way, but there's 
still more to be done. Not the greatest news in the world, but better than 
silence, I guess.

Avatar: But it IS great news! I'm sure it'll put their minds at ease.

Ricken: By telling them how weak I still am?

Avatar: No, by telling them you know your limits and you're working to 
overcome them. That's a very mature way of thinking. I'm sure they'll be 
proud.

Ricken: Heh heh! you really think so?

Avatar: I guarantee it! You did great, Ricken. Now get over here!

Ricken: EWWW! Leggo! No noogies! Stop treating me like a kid! Didn't you JUST 
finish saying how mature I was?!

Avatar: Ha ha! Sorry, it's just that hat and those cute wittle cheeks just 
begging to be pinc--

Ricken: Come on, knock it off!
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Ricken S

Ricken: Hey, Avatar. Thanks again for your help with that letter home. I 
kinda got you something by the way of thanks, so... here.

Avatar: Aw, how sweet! A letter for me! Whoa, this is one heavy envelope... 
What'd you put in here?

Ricken: Open it and you'll see.

Avatar: Rrrrr... Graaagh... Gods above, how much glue did you use here? Got 
it! ...Oh, look at that shiny stone. Ricken, it's beautiful.

Ricken: It's a precious stone found only on the slopes of the Ghoul's Teeth.

Avatar: Gods, Ricken! You went to that fearsome place all alone? It's crags 
are filled with bandits and wild beasts of every stripe! Were you hurt? Don't 
lie to me now!

Ricken: Would you PLEASE stop treating me like a child?!

Avatar: ...Oh... right. I'm sorry.

Ricken: I'm not a boy, Avatar. I'm a grown man. And I need you to believe me 
when I say that.

Avatar: But why, Ricken? Why is it so important what I think?

Ricken: Because... I'm in love with you. I don't want to be your kid or 
little brother-- I want to be your husband. So if I put that stone on a ring 
and offered it to you, would you accept it?

Avatar: ...Oh, Ricken. I know you're not a child anymore... I know because 
I've watched you grow into a remarkable young man. Just as I've watched you 
grow in my heart... So, yes, Ricken. Yes. Nothing would make me happier than 
to become your wife.

Ricken: R-really! Do you mean it?!

Avatar: But no more taking ridiculous risks! I'll not have my husband 
cracking his head open just to prove a point. You hear me, young man?

Ricken: Of course, I... HEY!

(CG Confession)
Ricken: I'd throw my arms around you and never let go... Just wait for me to 
get a little taller... Okay?
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Gaius! C

Avatar: Gaius, I am SO sorry about earlier! I had no idea you were in the 
bath...

Gaius: Aw, no worries. At least I hadn't taken off my smallclothes yet, eh? 
Er, but I did want to mention I'm usually in much better shape. With the 
stress of this blasted war, I've been eatin' more sweets than usual. Usually 
I'm a real piece of eye candy. Belly like a washboard, glutes like a 
lumberjac-

Avatar: Okay then! That's quite enough. I believe you... Er, but I did notice 
something else, and... it has me a little worried...

Gaius: WHAT?! You saw THAT?! Gods, how embarrassing... It's just... uh... 
some poison oak I got into the other day, I swe-

Avatar: I'm talking about the tattoo on your arm. It's the one they use to 
mark convicted criminals, isn't it?

Gaius: Oh, that? Yeah, I got caught once doing a favor for a mate. Paid the 
price. But, uh, I'd appreciate it if you kept that little nugget under your 
hat, Bubbles.

Avatar: ...Did you just call me Bubbles? Er, but don't worry. I won't tell 
any-

Gaius: You'll tell everyone, you say? So it's to be blackmail, is it? Fine 
then. I can understand taking an opportunity to line your pockets. You can 
have my portion of dinner tonight, okay? Will that slake your greed for now?!

Avatar: Er, one helping of bear is already more than enough, thanks. Also, 
I'm not blackma-

Gaius: You drive a hard bargain, Bubbles! Very well. Take this custard pie!

Avatar: ...No, thank you. I'm not-

Avatar: If you are looking for ransom, I can assure you I don't have any 
money. But what I do have are a very particular set of honey cakes...

Avatar: Look, I don't want any treats from you, all right?! I'll keep your 
blasted secret!

Gaius: Whoa, easy there, Bubbles! Here, maybe a little chocolate will put you 
in a better mood...
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Gaius B

Avatar: Gaius? I didn't know you ran a market stall...

Gaius: Oh, sure. I like to get out, meet the common folk, sell the odd 
trinket... Speaking of which, see anything you fancy? I've got silk 
smallclothes from exotic ports, genuine leather belts, top-quality figs...

Avatar: Do you have any books? Strategy books, specifically? I've been hoping 
to expand my tactical knowledge to better serve the Shepherds. However, I 
can't find a single volume in these parts. It really is most strange...

Gaius: Strategy books, is it? Wait right there, Bubbles!

Avatar: Huh? Where'd he go? ...Oh, you're back! That was fast.

Gaius: Take a gander at this lot, and tell me if any of 'em tickle your 
fancy!

Avatar: By the... Gaius, this crate is FULL of books! Did you buy every tome 
in the market?!

Gaius: Sort of. Here, they're yours. Every last one, my gift to you! But that 
makes us even about the whole "wink-wink" thing!

Avatar: Gods, but you are pigheaded. For the last time, Gaius, I am NOT 
blackmailing you! Now please, return these books. I can't take them in good 
conscience.

Gaius: Oh, I see! Books aren't good enough? Still holding out for something 
better?!

Avatar: *Sigh* Sometimes I wonder why I even try... ...Oh, what a handsome 
pendant. I've never seen the like.

Gaius: The pendant, then? And we can call it even?

Avatar: GAIUUUUUUS!

Gaius: Guess not!
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Gaius A

Gaius: Here, Bubbles. I got you something.

Avatar: A pendant? …Is this because of the one I saw in town that I liked? 
Er, thank you, Gaius, but I'm not sure I feel-

Gaius: Heck of a thing, too! Probably worth a big sack of gold down at the 
market.

Avatar: Then I must refuse. I can't accept such an extravagant gift.

Gaius: All right, maybe I stretched the truth, just a little... It'd be worth 
a sack of gold IF they paid for sentimental value, see? ...'Cause I made it 
myself.

Avatar: YOU made this? But, it's magnificent!

Gaius: Pleased you like it, Bubbles. Makes all the effort worthwhile.

Avatar: But why did you-

Gaius: Oh, no particular reason! None at all! Just...one good turn and all 
that.

Avatar: You're trying to bribe me again, aren't you?! I've already told you a 
hundred times, I'll keep your secret! I gave you my word, and that should be 
the end of it!

Gaius: Look, I trust you. Honest and truly. It's just that in my business, 
there's no such thing as a free lunch. Gal who says she'll do something for 
nothing? Well, she's the first one wanting payback down the line!

Avatar: ...Oh, very well. I was hoping it wouldn't come to this. I have 
something important to tell you.

Gaius: Important?

Avatar: It's a secret. A very embarrassing one. You see... *whisper, whisper*

Gaius: BWAAA HA HA HA! And the chicken...?! Oh, you did NOT do that!

Avatar: Ah, but I did. And now you are the only one who knows. So in return 
for you keeping it safe, I promise to safeguard YOUR secret. Do we have a 
deal?

Gaius: ...Heh, I see what you did there. And... I appreciate it. All right. 
Deal. ...But you have to keep the pendant! It's not a bribe, now. More like 
a... I don't know... A thank-you gift.

Avatar: In that case, I accept.
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Gaius S

Avatar: Gaius? When are you going to tell me what this is all about?

Gaius: Just come here, Bubbles. I've got something I want to show you.

Avatar: What is it? Did you make another pendant?

Gaius: Nope. I did one better. ...Here.

Avatar: Oh my goodness, Gaius! What a beautiful ring.

Gaius: Really? Phew! Glad I didn't screw it up. See, 'cause I was kind of 
hopin' you'd... wear it.

Avatar: I...don't understand...

Gaius: Well, it's an engagement ring, see? And I'm offering it to you.

Avatar: ...Oh gods. You're serious, aren't you?

Gaius: Never been more serious in my life! Avatar, you're the sweetest gal 
I've ever met. And I love you. So? Will you marry me, Bubbles?

Avatar: Ha ha, well it's unlike you to ask a favor without offering something 
in return...

Gaius: Aw, come on, don't leave me hangin'! I'm seriously dyin' here!

Avatar: So what do I get, then? A lifetime together with you? Always and 
forever?

Gaius: I... guess?

Avatar: Is that asking too much?

Gaius: No way! That's a piece of cake! Right then, it's a deal. I promise to 
make you happy for the rest of your life.

Avatar: Then my decision is a piece of cake, too. I've been smitten with you 
for ages, Gaius. Of course I'd be honored to be your wife.

Gaius: Aw, thanks, Avatar! You've brought joy to this old brigand's heart! 
Now come here and give me some sugar, Bubbles.

Avatar: Er, but, Gaius? One other condition: you have to stop calling me 
Bubbles.

(CG Confession)
Gaius: Baby, you're a river of chocolate and an ocean of cream. I'm going to 
steal your heart on a daily basis.
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Gregor! C

Gregor: Here, Avatar. You will drink this, yes?

Avatar: Hmm? What is it?

Gregor: Is special medicine Gregor drinks on hard journey! Tastes like bottom 
of old well, but is very good for you.

Avatar: I don't need medicine, Gregor, I feel fine.

Gregor: You have no hurting throat? No hacking up of lung?

Avatar: Well, now that you mention it, my throat has been a little sore...

Gregor: In battle, Gregor hear you breathe. Is raspy like old dying donkey.

Avatar: You must have a terrific sense of hearing to notice that over the din 
of combat.

Gregor: For a sellsword like Gregor, health very important. Soldier must be 
strong, yes?

Avatar: I daresay you're right. I don't pay as much attention to my health as 
I should. What kind of precautions do you take to avoid becoming ill?

Gregor: Gregor have three rules: gargle, wash hands, and take temperature!

Avatar: Oh. That sounds easy enough. Any other tricks?

Gregor: Gregor may have one more thing, but is very secret.

Avatar: Ah. Well, I wouldn't want you to reveal anything you're--

Gregor: You sleep in same bed as Gregor! Then we share body heat!

Avatar: --not comfortable with... I beg your pardon?

Gregor: Body becomes very cold at night, yes? This keeps muscles limber!

Avatar: An extra blanket will do just fine, thank you.
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Gregor B

Avatar: Say, Gregor? I wanted to thank you for that medicine you gave me. I 
was feeling great after taking it...but I think it gave me strange dreams.

Gregor: Is Gregor maybe in these dreams?

Avatar: Er...

Gregor: Ho ho ho! Is true! You dream of sharing bed with Gregor!

Avatar: We weren't in a bed! We were flying through the air... Then we 
landed... on the sun, I think. And I rested my head on your knee... Gods, it 
was horrible...

Gregor: Do not be feeling special. Gregor have that effect on many people.

Avatar: Since then, I haven't slept in days! Days! Look at my eyes! They're 
bloodshot!

Gregor: Some of greatest romances in history start with dreams like this.

Avatar: It's not funny! It is most definitely not funny! I have ch-chills up 
my back even as we speak...

Gregor: Chills? Hmm... Here, Avatar. Let Gregor look in eyes.

Avatar: No! Stay away from me!

Gregor: You are strange person. Now make with the hushing!

Avatar: .....

Gregor: Bloodshot eyes...Chills on spine....Strange dream... You had insect 
bite not long ago, yes?

Avatar: Er, yes, actually. A great big millipede bit me on the ankle the 
other day, but...

Gregor: Oy, is so terrible! You suffer dangerous infection carried by large 
bug! We must render treatment with no delay. Gregor fear your life is at 
stake.

Avatar: R-really? It's that serious?
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Gregor A

Gregor: Ah, Avatar. How is recovery?

Avatar: Good, thanks to you. The healers said if you hadn't caught the 
infection when you did, I'd have died. I owe you my life, Gregor.

Gregor: Oh ho ho! Sometimes batty old man knows thing or two, yes? You are 
clever young lass, but old man like Gregor can be teaching you many things. 
You
listen to elders, and one day you might be smart like Gregor.

Avatar: Heh, yes. I'll certainly pay closer attention from now on.

Gregor: This is water running under bridge. But...

Avatar: What? Is something troubling you?

Gregor: You still have nightmare dream? Where you fly and put head on 
Gregor's knee?

Avatar: Not anymore, thank the gods.

Gregor: Is good. ...Because Gregor has to charge performance fee for 
appearing in dream.

Avatar: A performance fee? For a dream?! That's ridiculous!

Gregor: But if you say no more dream, then is okay. We call first one 
rehearsal. Gregor give steep discount. Now, you look after health so you see 
no more bad dreams, yes? If you get weak again, you can rest head on knee, no 
charge.

Avatar: I assure you, I will be watching my health very carefully.

Gregor: You sound very with the motivation! Gregor believes you!
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Gregor S

Gregor: Oy, what is with long face like horsey? You have nightmare of Gregor 
again?

Avatar: Actually, I haven't dreamed about you for a while, unfortunately.

Gregor: Well, is good news, yes? Why no making with the skipping of joy? 
...Wait! You say "unfortunately." You miss dream starring old Gregor?

Avatar: Oh gods, did I say that out loud?!

Gregor: Uh-oh. Now you red like ripe tomato! So you DO miss nighttime Gregor 
visit!

Avatar: Well..yes, as a matter of fact. You haunt my dreams when I don't want 
it, but when I start to actually LIKE you? Poof! You disappear completely!

Gregor: Is true. Gregor is rude dream stalker. In penance, Gregor offer small 
trinket.

Avatar: Trinket? But Gregor, this is...

Gregor: Is magic ring that allow Gregor to stay in dreams as long as you 
want. Only big condition--when you accept, spell can never be broken. What 
you say?
Are you prepared for life with Handsome Gregor?

Avatar: This...Is this a marriage proposal? Are you serious?

Gregor: No need ask question when you are knowing of answer. Handsome Gregor 
never joke about affairs of heart!

Avatar: Gregor, I know this is hard for you, but I need you to speak as 
clearly as possible. Are you proposing?

Gregor: If you no need ring, is fine... Just throw in junk pile along with 
Gregor's broken heart!

Avatar: N-no! I do want it! I gladly accept! With all my heart!

Gregor: Then Gregor be with you in dream and in the real life, every day!

(CG Confession)
Gregor: Now you listen. Gregor promised to bring his beloved many happiness 
for as long as they both keep on living.
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Libra! C

Libra: ......

Avatar: Oh, hello, Libra. What are you up to?

Libra: I'm drawing a picture.

Avatar: Gracious, that's very good! Great shading, exquisite detail, and 
through it all, an air of melancholy... It's very like you.

Libra: Melancholy? Truly?

Avatar: I don't mean that in a bad way! Actually, you should probably just 
ignore me... I know very little when it comes to fine art.

Libra: Well, to be honest, I don't know much about it, either.

Avatar: Really? But you're so talented!

Libra: I've been told my pictures are technically proficient, but lack 
artistic soul.

Avatar: Poppycock! I mean look at this sketch--it's BURSTING with soul!
I bet whoever told you that was simply jealous of your talent.

Libra: Well, I appreciate the sentiment. Here, you can have this if you like 
it so much.

Avatar: Are you sure? You didn't draw it on commission or anything?

Libra: I don't ever do drawings on request. ...No exceptions.

Avatar: Well, if it's not meant for anyone else, then yes, I'll gladly 
accept. Thank you.
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Libra B

Avatar: Tsk! I just can't get this color right.

Libra: Er, Avatar? You have paint on your cheek. ...And your chin. ...AND 
behind your ear.

Avatar: Oh, er, so I do. Whoops!

Libra: Are you trying your hand at painting?

Avatar: Yes! Seeing your drawing has inspired me to take up the palette 
myself...
But, I fear I'm wasting my time. Just look at this muddy slop! Clearly when 
the gods distributed artistic talent, I was in the outhouse.

Libra: The gods would have waited for you, I'm sure. But let's take a look...
Oh... dear. Er, it's a portrait of Lissa, is that right? You picked an odd 
color for her face... And the left eye is rather... oblong. Still, a fine 
first effort! We can't expect to be perfect straightaway.

Avatar: ...It's a pegasus. And it's NOT my first try. It's my 100th.

Libra: Oh. ...Oh, dear.

Avatar: You don't have to say anything, I can see it in your face. I should 
just give up.

Libra: N-no, I wouldn't go that far!

Avatar: I would. Still, this little experiment helps me realize just how 
talented YOU are. I gaze on that picture you gave me every day, you know?

Libra: Not EVERY day, surely?

Avatar: Each night before I sleep! It fills me with a wonderful sense of 
peace.
I'm always worried it'll get damaged when we march, so I pack it very 
carefully.

Libra: You're the first person who's ever values one of my works so highly.
And though pride be a sin, I'm... pleased that you treasure it so.
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Libra A

Avatar: *Sigh*

Libra: What's wrong, Avatar? You seem most upset.

Avatar: I am, Libra. I am... That wonderful drawing you gave me was torn to 
shreds. It's ruined completely.

Libra: During the last battle, I assume? When we were suddenly forced to 
break camp?

Avatar: Yes, exactly. I had no time to pack it away properly, and so...
Oh, I miss it already...

Libra: Don't get upset, Avatar. I can draw you another one.

Avatar: But you said you never draw pictures by request. Remember?

Libra: For you, I will be delighted to make an exception!

Avatar: Really? Oh, thank you! What will it be?!

Libra: Well, I haven't thought about it. What kind of picture would you like?

Avatar: How about a self-portrait?

Libra: Er, you want to hang a picture of ME on your tent wall? The picture 
that you look at every night before sleeping?

Avatar: Is that a problem?

Libra: Well, it's just that the last time I did a self-portrait, everyone 
thought it was a woman. Even after I specifically tried to play up my more 
manly features...

Avatar: That... must have been embarrassing.

Libra: Well, not that it matters. It's hardly my fault if people can't see 
the blindingly obvious, is it?

Avatar: Er, right. So, no self-portraits... How about a portrait of me, then?
It can be a keepsake for when I get old, to remind me I was once young and 
beautiful!

Libra: A most challenging request, but I will pray that Naga guide my hand!

Avatar: Er, someone less understanding could take that the wrong way, you 
know...
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Libra S

Libra: Ah, Avatar. I have completed the portrait you requested.

Avatar: You have? Let me see it!

Libra: Here you are...

Avatar: Oh! Gracious! Is that... ME?! You... You flatter me, Libra. It's too 
much... This person is so ravishing and glamorous, no one will imagine it's 
meant to be me.

Libra: Well, I was not after an exact likeness. I only hoped to capture a 
small fraction of the radiant beauty that suffuses you. Sadly, my humble 
skills were not up to the task of capturing perfection on the canvas. Perhaps 
such things are best left to the gods themselves.

Avatar: Heh, now it's REALLY too much... Still, what a wonderful picture. I 
must give you something in return. What would you have, Libra?

Libra: I am a man of the gods; I desire no worldly goods. But, if you were to 
accept one more gift, I would consider the debt settled.

Avatar: Er, I don't think I follow your math there.

Libra: This should make the equation clear.

Avatar: A ring?! B-but... Are you... Are you proposing to me?

Libra: For some time now, I have found myself falling more and more in love 
with you...

Avatar: Oh... I... I had no idea.

Libra: I apologize if I've put you in an awkward position. Of course, if you 
are not--

Avatar: No, not at all! I'm thrilled, Libra! Because... I'm in love with you, 
too.
That's why I was so upset when I lost the picture you gave me.

Libra: If you accept my proposal, I would paint you pictures for the rest of 
our days.

Avatar: Well how could I turn down an offer like that? I'll be surrounded by 
beautiful art, and looked after by a beautiful partner.

Libra: Er, don't you mean "handsome" partner...? B-but don't mind me! I just 
feel so manly whenever I'm around you.

(CG Confession)
Libra: I'm yours forever, my love. May the gods smile upon our union, and 
bring us joy in the years to come.
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Henry! C

Henry: ...

Avatar: Henry? What are you doing? ...Why are you hunched over? Are you 
unwell? Is your stomach... Oh, gods, are you hurt?! Somebody, HELP! Henry's 
been-

Henry: Hey-o, Avatar! What's all the ruckus?

Avatar: Wait, you're... okay? You were all crouched down and quiet... I 
thought you were wracked with pain.

Henry: Nya ha ha! Nope! I'm completely fine.

Avatar: Ah, well, that's a relief... But, then, what were you doing?

Henry: Guess I was having way too much fun playing with this to notice you 
come in...

Avatar: What is it, some kind of- AAAAAAAAH!

Henry: Don't worry. It's perfectly safe! *poke, poke* See? Dead as a 
doornail.

Avatar: An arm?! A disembodied Risen arm?! Ew... Did you bring it back from 
the battlefield?

Henry: Yep. I was interested in seeing what makes them tick. I thought I'd 
perform a little dissection and get some "inside" information. Hey, why don't 
you examine it with me? Maybe we can discover some new weakness!

Avatar: Ugh! D-don't wave that thing in my face! I don't want it anywhere 
near me.

Henry: Suit yourself! Now where did I put that finger...?
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Henry B

Henry: Lah-di-da, do-di-doh, ~ fee-fi-fo-fum, bom bom bom... ~

Avatar: Henry, what are you drawing in the soil? A magic sigil? Do you mind 
me asking what it's for? I must say it looks rather sinister...

Henry: Aw, Avatar, you worry too much. It isn't sinister at all! Not one bit! 
I'm just going to use it to summon an army of Risen.

Avatar: Wh-what?!

Henry: If I get it to work, we can have them all fight on out behalf! Then we 
can sip tea for the rest of the war and collect the accolades once it's over.

Avatar: Well I understand the idea in theory. It could reduce casualties on 
our side... But there is one slight problem. Have you given any thought to 
how you'll control these soulless warriors?

Henry: Oh, they can't be controlled. You just let them loose to attack 
anything that moves. But we'll be safe so long as I draw the sigils far 
enough away from camp.

Avatar: WE might be safe, but won't they turn on local villages, wreaking 
death and mayhem?

Henry: Yeah, probably. Would be surprising if they didn't, actually. Still, 
we'd win the battle.

Avatar: Unacceptable. We cannot sacrifice innocent lives for the sake of 
victory.

Henry: See, now you're just not thinking logically. We've killed countless 
people in this war - what's a few more souls on the ledger?

Avatar: Those deaths were necessary. We had to kill our foes or be killed 
ourselves. But killing the enemy isn't the same as sacrificing innocents for 
victory.

Henry: Seems like an arbitrary line to me... But all right. You're the 
tactician! No more unholy summoning sigils.

Avatar: Good.
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Henry A

Avatar: Henry, I wanted to congratulate you on that last battle.

Henry: Oh?

Avatar: Yes. Especially when those Risen appeared out of nowhere. You placed 
the village at your back, even though it was tactically disadvantageous. By 
holding the line, you saved the lives of countless civilians.

Henry: Yeah, well, you said we shouldn't sacrifice innocents to win a battle.

Avatar: I know what I said, but I was surprised you'd taken it to heart.

Henry: Heh, I just do what I'm told.

Avatar: I didn't realize you were so obedient and...conscientious.

Henry: Heck, I always obey orders! Well, except for stupid ones like "don't 
fight the enemy." If someone tried to tell me that, I'd cut 'em in half and 
feed them to the crows!

Avatar: I... see... Well! We wouldn't want that happening to me, eh? Ha ha! 
...Ha.

Henry: Hey, you're looking a little pale and sweaty there. Everything okay?

Avatar: Oh, n-never mind that! I have another task for you. Would you help me 
organize my library of strategy books? I've accumulated so many recently, I 
just can't keep track of them.

Henry: You got it!
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Henry S

Henry: Hey, Avatar. I'm done mending those tents! What should I do next?

Avatar: Well, let's see. You've sorted my books, swept the floor, checked the 
weapons... I do believe that's absolutely everything. Thank you so much for 
the help.

Henry: Yeah, okay... But what should I do now?

Avatar: Well, I guess you're free to go and do whatever you want.

Henry: Oh, really? In that case, I'll stay right here and hang out with you.

Avatar: Um, you will?

Henry: It's fun being around you, Avatar. And I especially love doing your 
chores.

Avatar: Ha! Well, I enjoy your company, too, Henry.

Henry: ...But when i say it's "fun" being with you, I mean it's... kind of 
special.

Avatar: Huh? I'm confused, Henry. It's not like you to be so oblique.

Henry: Nya ha! I know, right? What's got into me? Here, this is what I'm 
talking about...

Avatar: You're giving me a ring? ...A very sinister-looking ring?

Henry: Oh, don't mind the skulls and snakes carved in it. It's not cursed or 
anything. I could never curse anyone I liked as much as I like you... It's an 
engagement ring that I picked out special. I want us to get married!

Avatar: This is... unexpected.

Henry: Nya ha! You didn't think I'd do something like this without someone 
ordering me, huh? But it's abso-tively posi-lutely my own idea. So what do 
you say?

Avatar: I accept, Henry. I accept wholeheartedly. You may not have cursed me, 
but I seem to have fallen under your spell...

Henry: Yes!

Avatar: But you must promise me we'll be together forever.

Henry: Oh, you can count on me. I always do as I'm told!

(CG Confession)
Henry: I'll love you with every ounce of my blood until I die! When do you 
think that'll be?~
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Owain! C

Owain: Severiestus? ...Too complicated. Deus Dumbfoundus? ...Too long.

Avatar: Owain? What are you doing?

Owain: Oh, 'tis the lady tactician! I sense your appearance is evidence of 
Fortune's work. Would milady for the nonce stop the sands of time, that o'er 
centuries have flowed?

Avatar: ...I haven't the foggiest clue what you're saying.

Owain: Er, do you have a moment? We're like-minded souls, yes? I could use 
some advice.

Avatar: Well, for starters, you should try speaking like a normal person...

Owain: Hark now! In my hand I told my faithful friend, a shimmering silver of 
silver steel. My weapon, my blade, my companion to death... It demands a 
sacred appellation!

Avatar: Er, right... Are you saying you want help thinking up a name for your 
sword?

Owain: Ah, yes! Two souls united are we, words mere gilding to instinctive 
understanding.

Avatar: ...Quite. But why do you need MY help? Aren't you the name guy around 
here?

Owain: Ah, but therein lies the rub, for I cannot conjure the proper agnomen. 
... Not one that sounds cool, anyway.

Avatar: Ah... Okay, I suppose I could try to come up with some ideas...

Owain: I'd be most grateful! My blade is like a brother to me... Ah, how I 
adore it!

Avatar: Well, I'll just.... give you two some privacy, then...
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Owain B

Owain: Ah, 'tis the Titler! She who was chosen by fate to name my faithful 
blade!

Avatar: ...Actually, I think you were the one who asked me.

Owain: Enough idle chitchat! Has inspiration struck? Prithee, do you you have 
a name?

Avatar: Actually, I was wondering if I might have a little more time with 
that.

Owain: Sooo... today is not the day my sword receives its sacred appellation? 
Oh, my poor, sweet sword. Yes, I, too, grieve at the insufferable delay... 
But we must remember the Titler cannot be rushed, no matter how tardy she may 
be.

Avatar: If you can talk to the thing, why don't you just ask what it wants to 
be called?

Owain: Oh, wow. I never thought of... I mean, nay, woman, nay! You speak the 
impossible! It must be thee who proffers the name! A vow has been made and 
sealed in blood! Should we break it, great and horrible will be the curses 
that rain down upon us!

Avatar: Look, could you at least give me a hint? What should it sound like?

Owain: Well, it should have strong, manly letters. Like V or D or G. ...And 
no Qs. It must be a forceful name that strikes fear into the hearts of 
evildoers everywhere!

Avatar: Maybe you could give me a couple examples? ... Please?

Owain: Well, er... Vermidog? Viseguard? Hmm... Oh! Oh, I got one! 
Cloverfinger!

Avatar: Wow, those are all SO great! Why don't you just use one of those?

Owain: Ah! I know what you're doing! You seek to evade your responsibility as 
Titler! Yet remember that fate herself entrusted you with this sacred task! 
Now, speak, Titler! Give us your answer! What shall be... the NAME?!

Avatar: Look, Owain. I'm really sorry about this, but nothing's coming to 
mind. What's the rush, anyway? If you ask me, I think it would make a lot 
more sense to wait for a bit.

Owain: Explain theeself! ...Er, thouself? ...Explain!

Avatar: I think you should first spend more time using the blade. The better 
you two know each other, the easier it will be to find a good name.

Owain: By the gods, that's not a bad notion at all! Find the character, and 
thence the name! Perhaps this is what fate had in mind when she brought about 
that meeting 'twixt us!
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Owain A

Owain: Aha! There she be! We've been seeking you, my partner and I, for we 
wish to offer our humble thanks.

Avatar: "Partner"? ...You mean your sword?

Owain: After our fruitful dialogue, I was resolved to become better 
acquainted with my blade. Strange to tell, but since that day we've become a 
mighty force on the battlefield. 'Tis like gods themselves are reaching down 
to guide every parry and blow!

Avatar: Oh?

Owain: Yes! Why, just the other day, some fiend launched an arrow at my back. 
Instead of striking me, it glanced off the blade as I swung to strike 
another! Training has become easier, I learn new skills without effort, and 
my armor gleams. Plus, I found a four-leaf clover and got the end cut of the 
roast three days running! Everything's comin' up Owain!

Avatar: I'm not sure what it has to do with clovers and roast ox, but I'm 
please for you.

Owain: You couldn't give my sword a name, sure. But instead, you pointed the 
way to a deeper understanding of my faithful blade. And let's face it, that's 
MUCH more important than some silly moniker! I'll be sure to seek you out the 
next time I need advice on anything!

Avatar: Well, I'm glad it...all worked out.

Owain: O fount of deepest understanding! O goddess of infallible wisdom!

Avatar: Er, okay, Owain, you're welcome. Just keep your voice down a little?
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Owain S

Owain: *Siiigh*

Avatar: Owain? What's the matter? You seem down.

Owain: I am. And the kicker is, I have no idea why...

Avatar: It must be serious if you've stopped the lordly speechifying.

Owain: Yeah, I've given up on that. It was starting to irritate even me. In 
fact, lots of things are bothering me lately. Heck, I can barely eat! I've 
talked to physicians, I've talked to the healers, and neither can help. They 
just said I must have picked up an infection or something.

Avatar: That does sound quite serious. Here, let me feel your forehead...

Owain: Waaargh! NO! Don't touch me!

Avatar: Er, but I only wanted to see if you have a fever...

Owain: Yes, but you see, I worry that this illness somehow revolves around... 
you. When I think of you, I find enough strength coursing through me to lift 
a wyvern! But at the same time, my chest tightens and I can barely breathe!

Avatar: That sounds... familiar.

Owain: You recognize the symptoms? Please, you have to tell me what disease I 
have!

Avatar: Er, it's not a disease, exactly. Although it IS serious... Oh, this 
is embarrassing.

Owain: E-embarrassing?! I have an embarrassing illness?!

Avatar: N-no, I don't mean that. It's just... not easy to talk about.

Owain: Oh, please, Avatar! If you know something, you have to tell me!

Avatar: You spend a lot of time thinking about me, don't you? I mean... 
inordinately.

Owain: Yeeeeeees...

Avatar: And when you think about me, you feel that tightening in the chest, 
don't you? Doesn't that sound familiar? Isn't that what... love feels like?

Owain: ..... By the mullet of Ike, I think you're right! Somehow, some way, I 
must have fallen in love with you! ...Zounds. I can see why you were 
embarrassed to tell me.

Avatar: Of course I'm embarrassed! Fancy having to tell a man that he's in... 
love with me. I mean, what if I'd been wrong and you just laughed in my face? 
I'd never lived it down!

Owain: I guess I did put you on the spot there, didn't I?

Avatar: Well, I suppose it can't be helped. Youthful innocence is one of your 
many charms.

Owain: You... think I'm charming? Charming enough to... marry, maybe?

Avatar: Hee hee. Maybe. Although if we're to be wed, you'll need to work on 
recognizing your own emotions. And no more talking like a noble with a 
thesaurus! Got it?!

Owain: Indeed, I have recei--er, yeah, got it!

(CG Confession)
Owain: You eluded my defenses and pierced my heart. It seems I've finally 
found... my weakness.
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Laurent! C

Laurent: Avatar?

Avatar: Hello, Laurent. Can I help you?

Laurent: There is something I wanted to discuss with you.

Avatar: Oh? Discuss away!

Laurent: Avatar,in your role as chief tactician, you always work alone. I was 
wondering if perhaps you might not be overburdened by your duties. Or if you 
might be in the need of a lieutenant. ...Such as myself.

Avatar: A lieutenant? Well, er...

Laurent: Simply put, I would like to assist you in your work, Avatar. If you 
are amenable,of course.

Avatar: Well, that sounds very helpful. If I need anything, you'll be the 
first to know.

Laurent: Excellent. Please, do not hesitate to summon me at any time.

Avatar: But you mustn't let this interfere with your other duties, all right?

Laurent: How do you mean?

Avatar: We can't have you running ragged at two jobs, now can we?

Laurent: An astute observation. I shall bear my own mental health in mind. 
But do not forget to ask me for help whenever you need it.

Avatar: Right. I won't Thanks, Laurent.
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Laurent B

Laurent: Avatar? Is there anything I might help you with today?

Avatar: No, not really. I've got everything under control, thank you.

Laurent: Ah. A shame. Would you mind terribly if I watched you while you 
work?

Avatar: Er, no. I suppose not.

Laurent: Thank you.

Avatar: ...Right. Next I need to check our weapons and armor for wear...

Laurent: .....

Avatar: Okaaay, looks good. Next, take stock of our rations...

Laurent: .....

Avatar: Good! Okay, now what's next? ...Ah, yes. Formation drills for the 
front-line troops.

Laurent: Avatar?

Avatar: Yes? What is it, Laurent?

Laurent: You seem incredibly busy.

Avatar: Oh, this is nothing. Just a normal day of checking tasks off my 
list...

Laurent: Is your every waking moment truly filled with a never-ending series 
of chores? Unacceptable. Now I'm more determined than ever to learn what you 
do.

Avatar: Er, well, like I said, I don't mind you watching.

Laurent: Thank you, Avatar. I shall see you again.
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Laurent A

Laurent: Avatar.

Avatar: Hello, Laurent.

Laurent: Hard at work, I presume?

Avatar: Yep. Just trying to get some of these chores done.

Laurent: You look exhausted, Avatar. Drawn, haggard, and deathly pale.

Avatar: Um, thanks? I guess I have been feeling a little worn dow- Whoops!

Laurent: And now you can barely walk without stumbling. This simply MUST 
crease! You have worked yourself to the very brink of total exhaustion.

Avatar: Oh, don't exaggerate, Laurent! I just slipped on a pebble.

Laurent: I'm not exaggerating. You're looking more Risen than human lately.

Avatar: It's just that... I have so much to do. Everyone is counting on me.

Laurent: That's why you must trust your friends. ...And in me. Allow me to 
shoulder at least a share of your burden.

Avatar: Laurent...

Laurent: I respect you tremendously, both as a tactician and a friend. But in 
this one area, I believe your judgement is suspect as best. You must face the 
facts and allow me to assist you with your work!

Avatar: Well, if you feel THAT strongly about it, I suppose I can't really 
say no...

Laurent: Finally I wring a concession from you! Now promise me you won't work 
so hard.

Avatar: All right, Laurent. I promise. 
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Laurent S

Laurent: Avatar, I'm finished here. Is there anything else I can do?

Avatar: No, I think that's it. Looks like all our chores are done for the 
day.

Laurent: I'm glad I'm able to assist and ensure you didn't overwork yourself.

Avatar: I'm glad, too... That scolding you gave me finally set me straight.

Laurent: I'm sorry if I spoke harshly. It was hardly my place.

Avatar: It's okay. I know it was all out of friendly concern.

Laurent: That was certainly part of it, yes. I care for my friends and hope 
to keep them well. But, in your case, it... goes deeper. You are... more than 
just a friend to me.

Avatar: What? ...What do you mean?

Laurent: In the beginning, I admired you solely as a tactician. My interest 
was professional. But as we've spent more time together, I've come to know 
you better... I see now what a wonderful woman you are as well... And that is 
why... I want to be with you. Forever. My dream is to be the man at your side 
from now until the end of days.

Avatar: Oh, Laurent! Nothing would make me happier!

Laurent: Excelsior!

(CG Confession)
Laurent: You've been an object of fascination since I first saw you...Would I 
be gladly spend my life investigating it.
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Brady! C

Brady: *Pant, pant, wheeze* Need...air... HAAA...ngh... *sputter, pant* D-
dammit...

Avatar: Brady, what's the matter?

Brady: Ain't *pant* n-nothin' *pant* matter *wheeze*...

Avatar: I thought you were out training with the rest of the troops?

Brady: Well duh, that's EXACTLY *cough* what I was doin'. So get off my back!

Avatar: You overdid it, didn't you?

Brady: Sh-shut yer yapper!

Avatar: Do you need a glass of water? Or maybe a damp towel would help?

Brady: N-no... I'm perfectly... *cough* fine. Dammit... gotta get back 
there... rest of 'em... learnin' stuff... gettin' ahead'a me... Gotta... 
train... more... *sniff*...

Avatar: Er, Brady. Are you crying?

Brady: I SAID shut yer *sniff* yapper. I NEVER cry, yeah?!

Avatar: I think you're being much too hard on yourself here, Brady. You have 
to understand, you're already an important part of this army. Look, here's a 
handkerchief. Why don't you blow your nose?

Brady: That isn't snot, it's tears! I don't need ya wipin' my nose like a 
sap, see?

Avatar: But you never cry, yeah?

Brady: You ain't nearly as nice as everyone says you is.

Avatar: I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't tease. But seriously, Brady. Are you 
really
so desperate to get stronger?

Brady: Well, yeah. Of course I am. It's pretty much all I care about.

Avatar: Then let me help you.

Brady: What, I'm supposed to just have you drill me? Teach me to fight 
better? You?

Avatar: Basically, yes.

Brady: Yeah, well... I suppose that's... fine. Do what ya gotta do.

Avatar: Then it's settled! Excellent...
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Brady B

Avatar: Well, Brady. Ready to begin training? It's time we toughened you up.

Brady: Yeah, I guess. Where do we start?

Avatar: First thing we need to do is work on your habits off the battlefield.

Brady: Huh? What's that got to do with fightin' and gettin' strong?

Avatar: It has everything to do with it, actually. Your problem is a lack of 
stamina.
We need to make sure the basics are covered before we get into combat.

Brady: Sounds like a buncha malarkey if ya ask me, but whatever.

Avatar: Now, folks tell me that you're rather picky when it comes to food...

Brady: Yeah, I guess. Ain't everyone?

Avatar: If you want to get stronger, you can't just eat the things you like. 
You need a balanced diet, with a full spectrum of nutrients and vitamins.

Brady: What, ya mean like equal parts beef AND pork...?

Avatar: No, I mean meat, grains, fruits and veggies, and dairy. Oh, and no 
more late nights. A dissolute lifestyle leads to all kinds of health 
problems.

Brady: Fine, fine. So if I eat right and go to bed early, that'll make me 
strong?

Avatar: It won't happen overnight, but little by little, you'll find your 
stamina improving.

Brady: Gettin' good at fightin' sure has a lot less fightin' than I thought. 
A bit borin', ain't it?

Avatar: If you don't want to hear my advice, I so have other things I could 
be doing...

Brady: Oh, no, no! I ain't complainin'! I'll stick to yer program like glue.
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Brady A

Avatar: Good, you're here. Let's get started, shall we? First, I have 
something for you.

Brady: What is it? A weight machine? A new practice sword? A fencin' dummy?

Avatar: It's a bowl of my secret soup!

Brady: What the hey does soup have to do with buildin' my cannons?

Avatar: It's a key part of the program. Now eat the whole bowl, please.

Brady: Soup ain't gonna do nothin' for nobody! ...Unless you put secret stuff 
in here, yeah?

Avatar: Only if you consider carrots, turnips, leeks, and pig trotters 
"secret stuff."

Brady: Just regular soup, huh? All right. Down the hatch, I guess... *slurp*
EEEEEEEEW! What in blazes?! This tastes horrible!

Avatar: Oh, it's not that bad. ...There must be some reason you're still 
eating it, right?

Brady: *Slurp* It's kinda... addictive... even though... *slurp* ...it ain't 
tastin' better.

Avatar: You know why? Because it's full of nutrients that your body's been 
craving.

Brady: *Slurp* Yeah?

Avatar: That's right. I analyzed your likes and dislikes to customize the 
recipe for you. It wasn't easy, either. I was up half the night working on 
it.

Brady: Well, ain't you a peach? *sluuuuuurp*

Avatar: My pleasure. If you want results, sometimes you just have to work 
hard.
All I ask in return is that you finish all of it... and there we are. All 
done!

Brady: Oh, yeah. I couldn't stop eating it...

Avatar: Well, Brady, I'm impressed. I'll make another batch right away. We'll 
fix your nutritional problems yet!

Brady: Heck, if eatin' that stuff will make me strong, I'll take a whole 
barrel!
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Brady S

Avatar: I brought you more of my special soup, Brady.

Brady: Oh. Er, sure. All right.

Avatar: What's the matter? You seem a bit...off. Are you finally growing 
tired of the soup?

Brady: Naw, it ain't like that. I'm stronger than ever thanks to your daily 
doses of veggie goodness. ...I just got somethin' what needs sayin' to you, 
yeah?

Avatar: Sounds serious.

Brady: It is. Life-'n'-death serious. See, I've come a long way this last 
little while, yeah? And it's all 'cause you been workin' so hard on my 
behalf.

Avatar: Whatever you've accomplished is due to your own hard work, Brady.
And what's more, you haven't been making a big show of how much you've 
learned. You just put your nose to the grindstone and got on with it. I've 
been very impressed, to be honest.

Brady: Aw, Avatar...

Avatar: So what's wrong, Brady? What is this life-and-death matter you want 
to discuss?

Brady: Guess I should just stop beating 'round the bush and just let fly, 
yeah? I wanna drink yer soup every day for the rest of my life!

Avatar: I...I'm not sure I understand... Do you want the recipe?

Brady: It kinda struck me a few days ago, but I figured ya didn't feel the 
same. So I decided to just bite my tongue and play the cool cat, yeah? But 
when ya stand there and praise me like that, it kinda gives me hope again. I 
loves ya, Avatar! I'm crazy about ya!

Avatar: Oh, Brady...

Brady: I want us to be together all the time, from now until we're old and 
busted!

Avatar: Well this is a surprise... But such a happy one! It would be my great 
honor, Brady. I'll always be here to support you.

Brady: Aw, that's swell! But ya won't have to help me forever, ya know? One 
day, I'm gonna get so strong that I'll be lookin' after YOU!

Avatar: Well, in the meantime, soup's on!

Brady: Now that's what I like to hear!

(CG Confession)
Brady: You make me wanna be stronger! Better! I swear to become a guy worthy 
of your love!
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Yarne! C

Avatar: Ha! Caught you at last! Let's see that furry mane of yours...

Yarne: HEY! Dont' touch the hair, lady!

Avatar: But it's so soft and fuzzy! I just can't help it.

Yarne: I told you... I'm ticklish... hee hee... behind... ha ha... the EARS! 
S-STOP ALREADY!

Avatar: Oh, come on. Don't squirm so much. A little petting every now and 
then isn't going to kill you.

Yarne: I'm a proud taguel, not a blasted pet!

Avatar: No need to get all uptight about it...

Yarne: I'm the last surviving member of my race! Of course I'm uptight!

Avatar: See, that's exactly what I'm talking about. A little petting will 
calm you down.

Yarne: No! Absolutely not! Do you hear... Er, Avatar? Where'd she slip off 
to?
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Yarne B

Avatar: HA! Caught you again, Yarne!

Yarne: ARGH! NOT THE CUDDLING! PLEASE, ANYTHING BUT THAT!	

Avatar: Come on, don't act like you didn't just LET me creep up on you... 
Those great long ears of yours can hear me coming a mile away.

Yarne: I-I wasn't paying... attention.

Avatar: Oh well. Petting time!

Yarne: ARRRRGH! S-S-S-STOP! AHH HA HA! P-PLEASE... TICKLES... HEE HEE HEE! 
...Finally! Are you done? My fur is not a toy for you to play with, you know. 
It's a proud badge of my taguel heritage!

Avatar: ...Oh wow. That gives me a great idea. What if there was a whole 
bunch of taguel lying around, like throw pillows on a bed... Imagine how much 
fun it would be to just flop onto them! So soft and fluffy!

Yarne: Yeah, well, you don't have a whole pile. You have me. I'm it.

Avatar: Oh, right. Sorry. That was a little insensitive, wasn't it?

Yarne: Just a smidge.

Avatar: I can't imagine if we ever lost you... I'd never feel that fuzzy fur 
ever again.

Yarne: I should hope that's not the only reason you want to keep me around! 
Which reminds me, Avatar. I have a favor to ask.

Avatar: Of course. Ask away.

Yarne: I'm the last of the taguel, right? So it's essential that I keep 
myself alive. So when you set up battle formations, can you keep me somewhere 
safe? Say like, at the very, very back? You can do that, can't you?

Avatar: Well... I suppose it's possible, sure. But is that what you really 
want?

Yarne: Oh, absolutely! Without a doubt! You're the only one who can save me. 
Look, you don't have to answer right away, but will you think it over?

Avatar: ...All right. I'll consider it.

Yarne: Aw, thanks, Avatar! I knew I could count on you!
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Yarne A

Yarne: Hey, Avatar? Do you have an answer for me yet? You know, about my 
request to be kept waaaaaay back from the front lines?

Avatar: Yes, Yarne. I've given it some serious thought. However...

Yarne: W-wait, wait! Don't say a word! ...Do you hear that?

Avatar: Hear what? The only thing I hear is the breeze and-

Yarne: SHHHHHHHHHH! Someone... is... coming...

Avatar: What? Who?!

Yarne: ...Wait, no. Not someone. A whole LOT of someones! They have us 
surrounded!

Avatar: Are they ours or... the enemy?

Yarne: I don't recognize any of the footfalls, and I'm sensing bloodlust! 
It's an ambush!

Avatar: Yarne, you have to get out of here! I'll hold them off! You run back 
to camp and get help!

Yarne: But, I can't! That is... I mean, what about...?

Avatar: Stop blathering and go! NOW!
 
Yarne: B-but...! Erm... oh... ah... O-okay, I... ARGH, NO! I can't do it! I 
can't leave you here to die!

Avatar: Yarne!

Yarne: I'LL stay here and fight them off... YOU run back to camp!

Avatar: Out of the question! I'm not leaving you here!

Yarne: Well, I'm not leaving YOU here!

Avatar: Well, I guess we're just stuck with each other, then, aren't we? It 
seems we have no choice but to fight them off together. But if we have a 
chance to both make a clear getaway, we should take it.

Yarne: S-sounds good, Avatar. Together we can do it! ...Maybe?

Avatar: We can and will. Now stay close. We'll punch through and get out of 
here!
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Yarne S

Avatar: Yarne? How is the wound?

Yarne: I'm all healed up.

Avatar: That's good to hear. You truly were amazing back at the ambush. You 
practically took on their entire force single-handed! I've never seen 
anything like it, honestly. It was very impressive.

Yarne: Heh, yeah? Maybe a little bit.

Avatar: It's funny to think how much you've changed since we first met. Do 
you remember when you were absolutely terrified of combat? Or how you asked 
me to deploy you away from the front lines? But look at what a dashing and 
brave soldier you've become...

Yarne: Well, if I look brave and, er, dashing, it's all thanks to you, 
Avatar. I only fought like that to protect you... I'm not sure if that's 
bravery, exactly. By the way, forget about my request... I'll fight anywhere 
you need me.

Avatar: Are you sure?

Yarne: Yup. I've decided that training harder serves everyone better than 
hiding away.

Avatar: Good... Of course it's important we all protect ourselves... But 
we're strongest when we all look out for each other as well.

Yarne: Exactly... which brings me to something... um... something I wanted to 
ask you. That is, I was wondering... if you'd like to look out for each other 
from here on out. See, because I don't think there's anything I can't do with 
you by my side!

Avatar: Yarne... Do you mean...

Yarne: Of course, if you don't want to, that's okay. It's just that-

Avatar: No, I do! I do, Yarne! I do...

Yarne: Y-you do?! Wooo-hooo!

(CG Confession)
Yarne: I LOVE you! Let's repopulate my species! Eh, sorry. Was that awkward?
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Inigo! C

Inigo: Ah, Avatar. You're looking beautiful as always! Care to join me for 
some tea?

Avatar: Sorry, no time for anything so frivolous today.

Inigo: I'm deadly earnest, my lady! I assure you, there is no frivolity 
intended.

Avatar: I'd be more apt to believe you if you hadn't already invited half the 
ladies in the army.

Inigo: Well, well. Is that how it is? My heartfelt invite, earnest as earnest 
can be, trampled under your sweet boot!

Avatar: I don't think "earnest" means what you think it means. ...Especially 
between us.

Inigo: Then even more reason to talk over tea! We mustn't let these 
misunderstandings cloud our relationship and keep us apart.

Avatar: ...You're incapable of taking anything seriously, aren't you? You 
know, you might have better luck with women if you cut down on the glib 
banter.

Inigo: Glib banter? Moi? Why, Avatar, you do me a grave injustice! What you 
see as glib is the unvarnished reverence of a heart that yearns for love! 
And, strange though it may sound, I find you grumpy cynicism alluring... We 
must talk like this again soon!

Avatar: ......
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Inigo B

Inigo: Avatar! There you are! Were you afraid I'd forgotten our date? Well, 
put your mind at ease. Here I am!

Avatar: Hello, Inigo. Did all the other ladies turn you down again?

Inigo: ...How did you know?

Avatar: The only time you talk to me is when you've run out of other women. 
You're an incredibly easy man to read. You know that, right?

Inigo: *Sigh* Why are you so hostile to your poo, faithful friend, Inigo?

Avatar: Please. Don't look at me with that hangdog expression. I'm sure 
you'll find another young lass who'll fall for your questionable charms.

Inigo: Of course I will! ...Won't! I meant, of course I won't! I need no 
other woman but you!

Avatar: ......

Inigo: Er...

Avatar: ......

Inigo: S-stop staring at me like that. It's making me uncomfortable. Besides, 
it... it won't work. I'm telling you the truth!

Avatar: Oh, really? Look into my eyes, and tell me that again.

Inigo: I... I'm not lying... T-truly, I'm not... ARGH! Okay, you win! I'm 
lying! Damn it, Avatar! I just can't get past you, can I?

Avatar: The sooner you learn that, the better. When you see a woman, all you 
think of is how to seduce her. Everyone knows it.

Inigo: Waaait a minute... I see what's happening... You're jealous! I'm 
flattered, of course, but I must confess I'm also a bit disappointed. I 
didn't imagine a lady of your stature to succumb to the green-eyed monster.

Avatar: Oh, for the love of... Nothing could be further from the truth!

Inigo: Oh, I think I touched a nerve...

Avatar: Gods, but talking to you is an infuriating experience! Why don't you 
try doing something useful? Outside of battle, I mean. If you managed that 
even once, I might consider having tea with you. But as it is--

Inigo: Aha! Then we have a deal! ...And I'll be leaving now, before you can 
change your mind. Ta-ta!

Avatar: Wait! Inigo! I was just... *Siiiiiigh*
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Inigo A

Inigo: ...This is for you, just for being you. A little token of my 
gratitude.

Avatar: ...Is that Inigo over there? What's he up to? Looks like he has a 
present for that soldier. Trying to seduce her, no doubt. *Sigh* The fool 
truly is incorrigible. So much wasted potential...

Inigo: Ah, Avatar! Perfect timing! Here, I have a present for you, too. It's 
a salve I bought in town. The salesman said it has amazing healing and 
restorative powers.

Avatar: Oh! That's actually really nice of you, Inig... ARGH! Wait, what am I 
doing?! I won't be wooed with gifts!

Inigo: Wait... You thought...? That I...? WAAA HA HA HA HAAA!

Avatar: Why are you laughing?

Inigo: Ha ha ha ha! Ha ha! Hoooooooo... S-sorry... Got to catch... breath... 
I'm not trying to buy your affections. Or anyone else's! The very idea!

Avatar: Then what ARE you doing?

Inigo: Well, I noticed that a lot of our soldiers are getting worn down with 
all this fighting. I thought I'd lift people's spirits with little pick-me-up 
presents.

Avatar: Then why are you only giving it to the women?

Inigo: I'm not! I've been giving something to everyone.

Avatar: Oh. I just assumed that... I mean... Yes, well. Sorry about that. I 
must say, it's a very clever idea. I didn't think you had it in you.

Inigo: I don't know if it's clever... I just like to make my friends happy is 
all. We all have to pitch in and help out however we can, right?

Avatar: ... You are full of surprises today, Inigo.

Inigo: I know! I'm kind of surprised myself. ...Sooo, not so bad, am I?

Avatar: Well, I thought you were pretty horrible before, so maybe not "so" 
bad, but...

Inigo: Heh, I'll take it! ... And I'll take my exit before you change your 
mind! Ta-ta!

Avatar: ....Heh, yes, not SO bad, I suppose...
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Inigo S

Inigo: Ah, Avatar. Today your beauty shines more radiantly than ever!

Avatar: Ah, Inigo. Today your idle flattery is as predictable as always.

Inigo: On the contrary! When it comes to wooing, I have been the very model 
of restraint.

Avatar: Oh? How unlike you.

Inigo: Lately, I've only talked to women in order to strengthen our bonds as 
fellow soldiers. ...In truth, I hope to settle down and spend more time with 
the person I love.

Avatar: What?! No... You have a... *ahem* I mean, who's the lucky lady?

Inigo: Who? Ha ha! Oh my, you're putting me on the spot here. I thought that 
you might have already guessed. ...Sensitive woman that you are.

Avatar: I don't think I follow.

Inigo: Look, it's like this... The person I love more than anyone... Well, 
it's YOU!

Avatar: Wait, what?! ME?! Where on earth is this coming from?

Inigo: I've felt like this for a long time... I just haven't had the courage 
to tell you. A man like me--a foolish, frivolous man--needs someone like 
you... Someone to tell me what's what. To show me the right path. To keep me 
in line...

Avatar: Oh, good heavens.

Inigo: Then this confession is all in vain? You truly hate me?

Avatar: I don't hate you, Inigo.

Inigo: Then...is there a chance we can be together?

Avatar: Well...yes. Yes, there is. A good chance. But only if you promise 
that you'll stop trying to woo other women.

Inigo: ...Really? Do I have to? I mean, that's really asking a it, 
considering... Er, I mean, if it's what you REALLY want, I'll... do my best.

Avatar: You'll what?!

Inigo: Ha ha! A jest, my lady, a jest! Avatar, I promise I will have eyes for 
no one but you.

(CG Confession)
Inigo: I used to say this to all the ladies but... You are truly the only one 
for me.
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Gerome! C

Avatar: Hello, Gerome.

Gerome: Avatar.

Avatar: What are you doing here all alone?

Gerome: I'm doing nothing in particular. As for being alone, that's my normal 
condition.

Avatar: Um, please don't take this the wrong way, but... If you really want 
to be left alone, why do you wear such a conspicuous mask?

Gerome: The two are unrelated.

Avatar: Are they now? Hmm...

Gerome: Why are you so obsessed with what I do, anyway?

Avatar: Oh, I wouldn't say obsessed. Maybe... concerned. I just think you 
could do a better job of getting to know your comrades-in-arms.

Gerome: Why? I'm not like them. I don't share their convictions. I didn't 
travel back here to try and relive some lost golden age of peace.

Avatar: Well, I don't think that's why any of you came back.

Gerome: Enough. I'm done talking about this. ... And with you. I'm trying not 
to associate with anyone from this era unless necessary in battle.

Avatar: Fair enough. I'll leave you to it, then.

Gerome: ......
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Gerome B

Avatar: How are things, Gerome?

Gerome: I thought I was clear that I didn't wish to associate with others.

Avatar: Supper is ready. Or are you eschewing food as well as company?

Gerome: ...I eat alone.

Avatar: ...Don't you think meals are more enjoyable in the company of 
friends?

Gerome: Food is fuel for the body. Nothing more.

Avatar: I disagree. Mealtime is much more than just filling some physical 
need.
It's an opportunity to get to know your allies; learn their habits, their 
quirks.
Such things can prove very useful when you step on the battlefield together.

Gerome: Bah. I've fought well enough without such knowledge until now.
The pack doesn't need the lone wolf, and he doesn't need them.

Avatar: I'm not so sure... but we can leave it there. Hold on a moment, and 
I'll bring your meal out here.

Gerome: Didn't I make myself clear? I don't need your help in this matter, or 
any matter. I'm capable of getting my own meal.

Avatar: Good heavens, but you are a stubborn one. All right then, I'll leave 
you be. ...But I expect to see that plate clean. I won't have anyone wasting 
food.
Not even the "lone wolf."

Gerome: ......
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Gerome A

Avatar: Hello, Gerome.

Gerome: What do you want, Avatar?

Avatar: Heh, you sound so pleased to see me! Am I interrupting your training?

Gerome: Yes. Whenever I'm alone, I work through a set of muscle-strengthening 
exercises. I'm always trying to make myself stronger.

Avatar: Very admirable. Well, I don't want to get in your way. I'll leave you 
to it...

Gerome: You can remain if you like.

Avatar: I thought you preferred to be alone.

Gerome: Most of the time this is true. But recently... Well, perhaps the idle 
chats you all engage in aren't a complete waste of time...

Avatar: Oh? Are you saying you'd like to have one of those idle chats with 
me?

Gerome: That would be... acceptable.

Avatar: Well, this IS a surprise!

Gerome: It's not like you would leave me alone anyway, am I right?

Avatar: Heh, perhaps not.

Gerome: That's what I thought. So go on then. You want to talk? Talk.

Avatar: Heh heh, right then. So, what do you think about the...
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Gerome S

Avatar: Thank you so much for attending the war council yesterday, Gerome.
You made some excellent suggestions. It was nice to hear you speak up.

Gerome: After our chats, I realized there's no point in going only to say 
nothing.
I used to think councils were held so you could hear the sound of your own 
voices. But I was wrong. Exchanging views, deciding issues, getting to know 
your comrades... A lot of good happens around the great map table.

Avatar: I'm thrilled I had a part in your change of heart. And I'm even more 
thrilled that you're comfortable enough with me to say so!

Gerome: Just because I enjoy solitude doesn't mean I don't know how to be 
grateful.

Avatar: You know, you're quite adorable when you let your guard down...

Gerome: Wh-what's that supposed to mean?

Avatar: Heh heh, your neck is turning red... Are you blushing under that 
mask?

Gerome: H-how absurd!

Avatar: Then you won't mind if I take it off and have a look.

Gerome: NO! Stay away from me!

Avatar: Gracious, Gerome! What has gotten into you?

Gerome: ...Er, I'm not sure. I'm sorry, but I'm always... on edge when I talk 
to you. I get delirious and... light headed...

Avatar: Oh?

Gerome: ...Blast. I might as well just come out and admit it. You see, 
Avatar...

Avatar: Gerome? Y-your mask! What are you doing?!

Gerome: There. Now I can look you in the eye and tell you exactly how I feel.
I've always tried to be strong so I can fight alone on the battlefield. And I 
still want to be strong, but now it's for a different reason. ...I want to be 
strong for you.

Avatar: For... For me?

Gerome: These feelings are... new to me. But I know they run deep. If you 
don't feel the same, I'd just ask that you say as much now.

Avatar: Oh, Gerome! I care for you, too, so deeply...

Gerome: Music to my ears.

Avatar: And to prove it, I'll make myself stronger so I can help you as well.
Together we can build a better future for everyone!

Gerome: Yes, for everyone. My life of solitude ends today.

(CG Confession)
Gerome: From today on, we'll hone our edges, together. We'll carve a path to 
happiness, through from whatever fate may bring.
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Basilio! C

Basilio: Ah, Avatar! You look radiant today!

Avatar: Oh? And what prompted that unexpected dose of flattery?

Basilio: I made it my custom to greet every lady I meet with a compliment.

Avatar: Well, consider me complimented. ...Was there something else you 
wanted?

Basilio: I want to buy your service! Er, as a tactician, I mean.

Avatar: Oh? Are you trying to pluck me from Chrom's employ?

Basilio: I wouldn't have used those words... but yes, that's exactly what I'm 
trying to do! Sure, it's not fair to young Chrom , but my need is greater, 
and that's a fact.

Avatar: Well, I appreciate your honesty, if nothing else.

Basilio: Pah! I'm no court dandy with time to play games of wit and words! So 
what's it to be, tactician? Give me your answer.

Avatar: I'm flattered by the offer, Khan Basilio, but I must refuse. This war 
is far from over, and I vowed to stand with Chrom to the bitter end. I 
couldn't just abandon him on the whimsy of one of our allies.

Basilio: Ho! Speaking of games with words... This is no whimsy of mine, dear 
lady. I make this offer fair and true.

Avatar: Then I'd advise you to present the offer with more care. It's hard to 
take seriously when it comes out of the blue like this.

Basilio: Fair enough. But at least you'll be prepared for the next time I ask 
you. ... And I WILL ask again, Avatar! Count on it!

Avatar: Hmm, somehow I believe him...
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Basilio B

Basilio: Ah-ha, Avatar. Just the brilliant tactician that I wanted to see!

Avatar: This isn't about your proposition, is it? Because I told you-

Basilio: Shush! Say no more, not until you hear me out. I've brought proof of 
my sincerity! Ta-DAH!

Avatar: Gracious... What a beautiful bouquet!

Basilio: Aye, but it's no more than you deserve. I've met a lot of women in 
my time... But never one as sharp and as willing- and able- to improve 
herself as you.

Avatar: Er, well, I'm not sure I'm all that, haha... But is this really about 
offering me a job? Because it's starting to sound like a different kind of 
proposition altogether...

Basilio: Perish the thought, milady! I've got no ulterior motives- you have 
my word! I only want you to quit Chrom's employ and join me as my chief 
tactician.

Avatar: Right. But I don't understand why. All three of us are in the same 
army, yes? If I stopped working for Chrom and worked for you instead, what 
would change?

Basilio: ...Huh? Oh, er... well, sure. If you put it like that... I guess 
nothin' would change... Hmm. Maybe this brilliant scheme of mine ain't so 
brilliant after all... I'd best get back to the drawin' board and do some 
thinkin'... Till next time!

Avatar: Basilio?! Basilio, wait! What should I do with all these flowers?

Basilio: Ah, I'm... not sure. Whatever one normally does with flowers? ... 
Eat them?

Avatar: *Sigh*
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Basilio A

Basilio: Ah, so this is where you're hiding! Can you spare a moment for old 
Basilio?

Avatar: Certainly, but if this is about-

Basilio: You becoming my chief tactician? That's exactly what it's about. 
Except I've been rethinking the offer, and... Well, maybe "tactician" is the 
wrong word. What I need is a toady. Someone to track appointments, bring me 
tea-

Avatar: A toady?!

Basilio: Well, all right. "assistant," if you prefer. I hear some use that 
term nowadays.

Avatar: That might be the most insulting thing anyone has ever said to me! 
And even if I DID want to be your lackey, my loyalty remains with Chrom.

Basilio: ...You're dead set on staying his tactician, then? Is that it?

Avatar: Yes, Basilio. That's it.

Basilio: Well, fair enough. I don't expect you to join me out of sympathy. 
Just do me one favor, will you? Think on my offer.

Avatar: I'd have to be brain dead to consider being your assis-

Basilio: See, I'm the kind of man that doesn't let go once I've got a bone in 
my jaws.

Avatar: It's a thin line between persistent and pigheaded, Basilio. *Sigh* 
You are loyal, though, and certainly dedicated, I'll give you that much.

Basilio: Har! Now THAT'S what I'm talking about! It's like you see right into 
my heart! I need you on my staff, Avatar! Name your price! Whatever it takes!

Avatar: Basilio? This conversation is over.

Basilio: Oh, come now, admit it: my stubborn attitude is all part of my 
abundant charm! And to prove it, I'll be seeing you again, and THEN you'll 
give me the answer I seek!

Avatar: Heh heh, he certainly doesn't give up easily, does he...
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Basilio S

Avatar: Hello, Basilio. 

Basilio: Ah, Avatar.

Avatar: I hope you're not here to pester me about being your toady.

Basilio: Hold on a moment, this time YOU were the one who chased ME down!

Avatar: Oh, was I? Fancy that.

Basilio: .....

Avatar: What's the matter, Basilio? ...You don't seem yourself.

Basilio: I've been thinking about my offer... And I've come to realize that I 
don't need you as my tactician OR assistant.

Avatar: Wait, you don't? Er, I mean... good! Beacuase I had no intention of 
accepting. What would be the point? I really don't understand what you were 
thinking...

Basilio: Look, I've been beating around the bush for a while now, and I'm 
tired of it. I don't want you to work for me. I... want you to be my wife.

Avatar: Dammit, Basilio! I've turned you down on two job offers already, 
and... Wait, did you just say WIFE?

Basilio: By the seven hells, yes! My wife! Everything I offer before was me 
avoiding the guts of the matter. From the moment I clapped my eye on you, 
I've been yearning to make you mine!

Avatar: I... have no idea what to say...

Basilio: Well, "yes" would be a fine start. Come on, Avatar. Don't break my 
big, brown heart.

Avatar: Gods, but you can be quite charming when you put your mind to it... 
And in truth, I... have carried feelings for you for some time now...

Basilio: There, you see? Fate herself is practically demanding that we wed! 
And trust me, my ladt- the men of Ferox know how to treat a lady right!

Avatar: Well, I guess I'll just have to find out, won't I?

Basilio: Har! I'll start by laying out the biggest wedding feast Ferox as 
ever seen!

Avatar: Heh ha, well, just take it easy with the mead, all right? We've all 
seen what happens when you let yourself go.

Basilio: Old Basilio will be the very model of manners and good breeding! Er, 
but I can have SOME mead, right? ...Maybe just a barrel or two?

(CG Confession)
Basilio: Hah! Just think about all the fun times we'll have! All the battles! 
Heh, I'll make you proud!
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Gangrel! C

Gangrel: Busy as always, eh, tactician? Careful now... Keep that nose of 
yours so close to the grindstone and you're liable to sand it off!

Avatar: Someone has to pick up the slack around here. Especially for those 
with nothing better to do than waste time with pointless banter.

Gangrel: Ho ho, you've a sharp tongue, milady, but hear me out. You may find 
your impatience misplaced.

Avatar: I really have things to do...

Gangrel: You see, something's been troubling me for a while now...What's a 
woman like you doing in the service of a man like Chrom?

Avatar: What do you mean?

Gangrel: Oh, Chrom's a brave fellow, true, but he's chosen a hard road to 
travel. I'm not sure I see the attraction for someone of your...caliber. 
Seems like you could do better than collect crumbs from his table.

Avatar: It is a hard road, no denying it, but it's the same we've always 
traveled. Through thick and thin we've stuck together. I see no reason to 
change that.

Gangrel: Noble words and well spoken! But I expect nothing less. I've had my 
eye on you ever since our first battle...

Avatar: Is there a point to all this?

Gangrel: I've had my say. ...For today. Just think on it, will you?

Avatar: ...Think on what?
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Gangrel B

Gangrel: There she is! Busy as a honeybee and accomplishing twice as much, I 
warrant! Gwa ha ha!

Avatar: Why are you following me around? If you're looking for trouble...

Gangrel: Of course not! I have no quarrel to pick with you.

Avatar: Then what DO you want? Why do you keep pestering me so?

Gangrel: You're not one for reading between the lines, are you? Then I shall 
spell it out...I want you to leave Chrom and his gang, and serve as my 
tactician instead.

Avatar: You're trying to RECRUIT me?

Gangrel: Of course! Why else would I keep chatting you up?

Avatar: Heh, indeed, why else would you...

Gangrel: Well then? I would have your answer. Will you serve as tactician to 
Plegia?

Avatar: I'm...honored, I suppose? But no. I'd never take a position there.

Gangrel: Why not? Plegia's as fine a realm as any in the land!

Avatar: Yes, it is. And I'm the tactician who inflicted a humiliating defeat 
on her. What would your people say if I were given control of their army?

Gangrel: The people? You don't have to worry about them! They love their old 
king, you know. If I tell them you're the woman for the job, they'll welcome 
you with open arms! Perhaps even hold a parade in your honor...

Avatar: So after this war is over, you intend to return to Plegia?

Gangrel: I suppose. Most likely? I haven't given it much thought, to be 
honest...

Avatar: What? But if you don't return, you'll have no need for a tactician 
anyway. Perhaps you should decide your own future before we start discussing 
mine.

Gangrel: Hmm, I suppose you're right. What AM I going to do after this 
war...?

Avatar: Let me know what you come up with. ...Or don't. That's fine too.
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Gangrel A

Avatar: Well, that's enough for today. Besides, it's about time for Gangrel's 
daily visit. Every day, just like clockwork, that one.

Gangrel: Greetings, Avatar! Guess whoooooo? Here, I brought you a gift from 
the market. Made a trip especially for you.

Avatar: Flowers? Er... thank you... I guess? An odd sort of gift, coming from 
you.

Gangrel: Gwee hee hee! I suppose it is, now that you mention it. Now quite my 
image, eh? Truth is, this is the first time I've ever tried this sort of 
thing. In the old days, I couldn't swing my arms without striking one 
sycophant or another. And I did, fairly often...Gwar hee hee... Simpering 
merchants, trembling corporals, women of all types and...backgrounds. 
Everyone was agreeable, whether I earned their friendship or not.

Avatar: It was the throne they revered, not the man who sat in it.

Gangrel: Really? Why, how shocking...

Avatar: Anyway, have you made a decision yet? About where you'll go after the 
war?

Gangrel: Not yet. I'm still considering all the possibilities...That cur 
Validar left Plegia little more than a smoking ruin...She's a shadow of her 
former self, and no denying.

Avatar: Your realm has suffered greatly, it's true.

Gangrel: When this war's done, I'm not sure there'll be a nation to govern or 
people to serve. ...But then again, if it CAN be saved, the former king is 
just the man for the job!

Avatar: .....

Gangrel: What's this? I don't hear you disagreeing? In fact, your face almost 
looks...hopeful? Has my rousing speech convinced you to quit Chrom and cast 
your lot with me?

Avatar: What? No! ...Not at all. But... I am glad to see you taking things 
seriously, for once.

Gangrel: Of course I do, when it comes to Plegia! I hope you'll do the same, 
tactician.

Avatar: Hmm...
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Gangrel S

Gangrel: Ho, tactician! Your favorite former monarch is here again! So, what 
say you? Have you made a decision? Will you take me up on my offer?

Avatar: Gangrel, I see you've been making a genuine effort to change... So in 
return, I've been giving your proposal some serious thought.

Gangrel: Oh, it's an effort, all right! I'm not used to begging and 
wheedling. Back in the old days, when I saw something I wanted, I took it! No 
questions asked!

Avatar: I suppose being a murderous despot does have its advantages...So what 
of your past deeds? Have you any regrets?

Gangrel: Without question...Power can be a great and terrible thing...At some 
point I began to live for it and only it. I forgot what normal life was. Now 
I'm just Gangrel, foot solder. It's easy to renounce my old wicked ways. But 
what if I return to Plegia and end up on the throne once again? I'm still a 
flawed, weak man. I'll need someone to keep me in line. ...Someone like you, 
for example. You wouldn't let me stray, would you?

Avatar: It sounds like you're looking for a babysitter...

Gangrel: Gwa ha, no, I'm looking for YOU, Avatar! I want you at my side.

Avatar: This is starting to sound like a different kind of proposal 
altogether...

Gangrel: What do you mean? Could I be any more clear in asking for your hand 
in marriage?! Er, one moment...Did I forget that part?

Avatar: What?! You've only talked about hiring me as a tactician...

Gangrel: Tactician, wife--It's all the same! Who cares about the details! You 
and me, together forever! THAT'S my proposition to you!

Avatar: ...That has to be the most ham-fisted marriage proposal I've ever 
heard. ...If I were to accept, I'd need proof you've changed--and will STAY 
changed.

Gangrel: I swear it up and down! I will jump through whatever hoops you deem 
fit! With you at my side, I'll want for nothing...I could never be tempted by 
power again. You'll make me a better person, my lady. Someone who rules 
justly. Someone who makes the world a better place. ...But I won't neglect 
your happiness, either. Don't you worry! I'll love you like no man has ever 
loves, even once you become a wizened old hag.

Avatar: That's... almost romantic, in a way... But if you speak the truth, 
I'd...I'd be honored to share my life with you.

Gangrel: Y-you would?! TRULY? Gwa ha hooooooooo! Yes! Avatar and I are to 
wed! This calls for a feast! Slaughter all the livestock you can find!

Avatar: Oh gods, no! No one is doing that. Besides, we have more important 
matters to attend to first. Ruling justly...? Making the world a better 
place...? Remember...?

Gangrel: Oh, er, yes. Of course. Building a future of peace and 
prosperity...THEN we slaughter everything for the greatest feast this world 
has ever seen! Gwar ha ha ha ha ha!

Avatar: This is going to take a little work...

(CG Confession)
Gangrel: How in blazes did you get me... to love you? If you're trying to 
make a new man of me it's..... working.
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Walhart! C

Avatar: Ah, Walhart. So this is where you've been hiding.

Walhart: .....

Avatar: I was actually hoping to ask for your advice. Is now a good time?

Walhart: Goveling ill suits you. Remember that you are my superior in this 
army. Now state your business, tactician. What advice do you seek?

Avatar: We're expecting tough battles ahead, as you know. So I was wondering 
what your approach would be if you were in charge.

Walhart: I cannot help you in this. I had little need for battle plans and 
plots. Little need for the cunning trickery of the tactician... I won battles 
on the mettle of my soldiers and the strength of our beliefs.

Avatar: So you rejected strategy entirely?

Walhart: I was the Conqueror! Master of all men. My domain stretched from sea 
to sea! I held no disdain for your strategy. I simply had no need of it.

Avatar: So all was decided on the battlefield? Man-to-man and steel to steel?

Walhart: Yes. But clearly mine was the wrong way. For it is I who stand here 
as your servant- I who am tarred forever with the ignominy and shame of 
ultimate defeat.

Avatar: Though we question your motives, there is no shame in losing a war. 
You fought bravely and well. Nobody thinks less of you in defeat.

Walhart: Fool! Of course they do! They think me weak, and they are correct. 
If a man demands respect at the end of a sword, he has none left when it 
shatters.

Avatar: Walhart, you lost a single battle. That hardly makes you weak.

Walhart: It does in my world. But I know that Chrom believes differently, and 
he is the victor. The vanquished have no right to their own convictions--they 
must follow their masters.

Avatar: But it's a healthy thing to have a mix of different beliefs, new ways 
of doing things... Even if we dont' agree with them, learning about other 
ideas only makes us stronger. You must promise not to forsake your views. I 
could learn something from your ways.

Walhart: You speak as a child that has captured a particularly interesting 
insect... But no matter. I shall induldge your whim. There are worse ways to 
pass the time. 
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Walhart B

Avatar: There you are, Walhart. I was hoping we might talk more.

Walhart: Come again to shake the jar of your captive insect, have you?

Avatar: Your words, not mine. I'm simply hoping you can tell me more about 
yoru views.

Walhart: I don't know what fascination they hold, but you should remember 
this... Chrom was the victor, and together you have the power to vanquish 
all. You don't need the delusions of the defeated to make you stronger.

Avatar: That's where you're wrong, Walhart. It was a miracle that we 
prevailed. The slightest nudge of the scales, and the outcome would've been 
far different.

Walhart: Pah! There's no such thing as miracles. You won by cunning and might 
alone. And I lost because of my own weakness. A weakness exposed by you!

Avatar: So you believe all victors to be powerful, and all defeated weak. Is 
this accurate?

Walhart: You have the right of it.

Avatar: Furthermore, you assert that the weak are obliged to obey the 
powerful. Is this so?

Walhart: That, too, is my belief.

Avatar: Then change it.

Walhart: ...Explain.

Avatar: Where there's life, there's a will. And where there's will, there is 
the power to change. And that is what I want you to do.

Walhart: Your words are wind. They mean nothing.

Avatar: To live is to make mistakes. We all sipped the bitter cup of defeat, 
but we live to drink another day. What matters is not how often we fail, but 
what we learn from those failures.

Walhart: Learn from FAILURE? The very idea... Yet, as it comes from my 
victorious rival, I am obliged to consider it. Very well, tactician. I shall 
meditate upon your words, and we will speak again.

Avatar: That's all I ask.
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Walhart A

Walhart: Avatar. What are you doing here?

Avatar: It's time I sorted my old tomes, so I've unpacked the entire library. 
I didn't realize how many books I've collected! Goodness me. Maybe I... 
shouldn't have... picked up so many... S-starting to... lose... balance!

Walhart: ...Idiocy. Here.

Avatar: Walhart: What are you doing?

Walhart: You were struggling under the load. I decided to assist.

Avatar: Riight. But you're holding me, not the books...?

Walhart: It seemed the quickest way to help. But if it displeases you... 
...There. Safely on your own two feet again.

Avatar: *cough* er, thank you.

Walhart: Why do you carry your own tomes? Surely such menial work could be 
assigned to the grunts. Or prisoners of war.

Avatar: We do NOT enslave prisoners of war in this army, Walhart! And for 
that matter, we don't refer to any of our soldiers as "grunts." Everyone is 
on equal terms here. Menial tasks are shared by all.

Walhart: Why am I not surprised at such a sickening display of misguided 
democracy? Very well, then. ORDER me to carry your books.

Avatar: Er... I don't think I"m comfortable with that.

Walhart: You are an army of equals, yes? Menial tasks are shared by all? Then 
even the great Walhart should not be above such things! Or do you pay lip 
service to "equality" while the hierarchy is alive and well?

Avatar: Fine. You win. ...Walhart, I order you to carry my books.

Walhart: Gladly. ...Hmm? This trunk is hardly heavy at all! Bah. The 
tactician who brought down my army has the strength of a mewling kitten! 'Tis 
amusing to think such a brilliant warmonger can barely lift a box of papers.

Avatar: It wasn't me who brought you down. It was the combined strength of 
our army. Measured one against one, I'd barely come up to your ankle. 
...Figuratively speaking.

Walhart: Yet you have the power to marshal the collective strength of your 
fellow men. The people of this world could do far worse than to have you as 
supreme ruler. I wager you could bring the prosperity and peace they've long 
yearned for.

Avatar: I didn't realize you cared so much about the lives of the smallfolk.

Walhart: It was my methods that were wrong, not my motives. ...It all fell 
apart once I began to worship might for its own sake. That wicked Grimleal 
fanatic whispering lies in my ear didn't help matters. The responsibility was 
all mine, but I can't help but think... What if I'd met you instead of 
Excellus? Perhaps I'd have seen the errors of my ways. Perhaps I'd have 
become the benevolent monarch I first set out to be...

Avatar: Its not too late. You still have the power to put things right. To 
improve the lives of all.

Walhart: I can scarce believe such folly.

Avatar: Remember what I told you before? When there's life, there's a will. 
And where there's a will, there is the power to change.

Walhart: ...Very well. As you have spoken truth to me before. I shall trust 
you and your words.

Avatar: It's all true. You'll see...
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Walhart S

Walhart: Ah, here you are.

Avatar: Walhart. What can I do for you?

Walhart: It's about what you said the other day. About live and will...and 
power to change.

Avatar: Yes, I remember.

Walhart: I've been thnking about how I might change. About how I SHOULD 
change.

Avatar: Go on...

Walhart: Since you and Chrom defeated me, I've learned a great deal. For 
example, about Emmeryn's vision for the world... It is a vision I would very 
much like to see come true.

Avatar: That is... very surprising.

Walhart: I don't know rightly if this is what you meant by "change." But I 
know what my mission is now. I'm going to work for a future where Emmeryn's 
dream is a reality.

Avatar: Why, that's wonderful, Walhart! It truly is.

Walhart: Then I know it is the right decision.

Avatar: You know, Walhart, you used to be so intimidating and angry, but now 
look at you!

Walhart: Yes, I did come across that way...

Avatar: Beneath all the bluster and menace, you have... dare I say it? A soft 
heart? ...Even as you were setting out on a path of conquest and subjugation.

Walhart: I sought to unite the world under my rule and thereby foster peace 
and happiness. But I chose the wrong path--one which led only to destuction 
and despair.

Avatar: So start anew. Take what you've learned, and try again, but do it 
differently. Your goal hasnt changed. You just need to follow a new road to 
reach it.

Walhart: When there's live, there's a will. And where there's a will...

Avatar: Exactly!

Walhart: When I walk this new road, I would have you at my side to lend me 
strength.

Avatar: You mean... as a tactician?

Walhart: No. As a partner in life. ...As my wife.

Avatar: Your wife?!

Walhart: It can only be you. You must guide me on this new road, lest I stray 
from it again. And, more importantly, I've grown... very fond of you.

Avatar: Oh.

Walhart: You do not have to give an answer right away. Think upon it. I'm 
willing to wait for as long as it takes.

Avatar: Actually, I don't need any time at all. We can walk that road 
together.

Walhart: Then the future is bright, indeed. For both of us, and all the 
world!

(CG Confession)
Walhart: With you at my side, the path to glory will be an easier one. Let us 
become gods of strength and happiness.
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Yen'fay! C

Avatar: Oh! Hello, Yen'fay.

Yen'fay: ....

Avatar: Why are you sitting on the floor? I almost stepped on you!

Yen'fay: I was meditating. It soothes the mind and brings the spirit into 
balance. Do you have need of me?

Avatar: Well, er, we're all going to have some tea. I was wondering if you'd 
care to join us.

Yen'fay: Your invitation is... unexpected. However, I am a ghost from another 
world, and not fit for human company. A ghost who let his loved ones die. A 
ghost who lives in shame and igominy.

Avatar: That's a bit excessive, don't you think?

Yen'fay: The truth is cold and hard; self-deceit cannot blunt its edge. I am 
not worthy to be part of this world's affairs, save in battle.

Avatar: Surely your people would be thrilled to welcome the return of their 
leader?

Yen'fay: I am not the Yen'fay of this world. Chon'sin's ruler is dead.

Avatar: Well, yes, I suppose that's true. It would be difficult to replace 
the real 
Yen'fay. His death is well known. But remember: WE need you, and those lethal 
skills of yours. That's something!

Yen'fay: It is all I have left to offer. I am a blade and nothing more. A 
blade who owes a debt to both you and Chrom. It is my obligation to give 
myself utterly in your service.

Avatar: And we're grateful for it, Yen'fay. We could use more like you.
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Yen'fay B

Avatar: Woah, Yen'fay!

Yen'fay: .....

Avatar: Gods, I almost stepped on you again! (...Wait, is he asleep? His eyes 
are shut tight... it--)

Yen'fay: I told you already--this is how I meditate.

Avatar: Ah, yes, you did say that, didn't you? How silly of me to forget.

Yen'fay: When I meditate, I visualize both my foes and my allies in battle. I 
conjure up countless scenarios, and thus prepare to meet any eventuality.

Avatar: Heh, and here it looks to all the world like you're just snoozing the 
day away...

Yen'fay: It is an ancient practice of my culture. It has no equivalent in 
your own. I am not suprised you find it difficult to comprehend.

Avatar: Er, so when you imagine these scenes, do you see yourself fighting 
the foes?

Yen'fay: Yes. It is important to repeat basic moves over and over in your 
mind. This allows the body to move by instinct alone in the thick of battle.

Avatar: I must say, it's reassuring to have someone so well prepared fighting 
on our side.

Yen'fay: My warrior's prowess is all I have left. If I am to be your blade, I 
must be sure my edge is honed to razor sharpness.

Avatar: Er, indeed... Like I said--very reassuring. Just be careful not to 
wear yourself out.

Yen'fay: Your concern is unnecessary.
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Yen'fay A

Avatar: (Ah, Yen'fay on the floor again... He sure does love his meditation.)

Yen'fay: ...Mmm? Ah, curse it! This is most embarrassing... I was supposed to 
be meditating, but I seem to have fallen asleep.

Avatar: Don't tell me... Even the mighty Yen'fay gets tired sometimes?

Yen'fay: .....

Avatar: Yen'fay? Is something wrong?

Yen'fay: I was dreaming... of my homeland.

Avatar: Oh?

Yen'fay: I try not to think upon the past. Reminiscing does not help in war. 
My goal is to be an unthinkable blade, without needs, memory or regret.

Avatar: But no matter how hard you try, you can't help but yearn for your 
homeland?

Yen'fay: Is it writ so clearly on my face? My training has been poor if I am 
betrayed so easily by emotion.

Avatar: It's okay, Yen'fay. Longing for the home of your youth just makes you 
human. You're not just a blade that we send out to chop Risen in half, you 
know? You're a person. ...And a friend.

Yen'fay: You speak kindly, Avatar. The people of Chon'sin are strong--they 
will rebuild with or without me. So when this war is done, and our nations 
again know the sweet blessing of peace... I must set out to discover a new 
path for myself.

Avatar: A new path?

Yen'fay: I cannot return to my true home. And what use is a blade with no war 
to fight? I saw it in my dream. The future of this world has no place for the 
likes of me.

Avatar: As long as the flame of life still burns inside you, you will have a 
role.

Yen'fay: You speak as a poet, Avatar.

Avatar: I'm just telling the truth. You'll find what you're looking for. I 
know you will. After all, when this war is won, you'll have plenty of time to 
find your way.

Yen'fay: Thank you. Your encouragement... It carries a great deal of weight. 
You are the only person to whom I dare confess my... weaknesses. There is no 
one I trust more in this world. ...My friend.
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Yen'fay S

Yen'fay: Ah, there you are.

Avatar: Hello, Yen'fay.

Yen'fay: I have something important I wish to discuss with you.

Avatar: Oh? What is it?

Yen'fay: It's about our talk... regarding my life after the war. Though this 
may be presumptuous, I would beg a boon of you.

Avatar: I'd be delighted to help any way I can. What is it?

Yen'fay: When this war is done, I shall be wandering, without purpose... When 
this happens, I want you at my side.

Avatar: I'm... not sure what you mean...?

Yen'fay: You have been so kind to me. Advising me. Helping me. On each 
occasion, you gave me the inner strength to persevere. I've begun to believe 
that with your help, I could reach my final home.

Avatar: But, how...?

Yen'fay: In life, there are many paths we can follow and many choices to be 
made. It is far easier to find your way if you have someone with you. Someone 
you trust. Someone you love... Or so I have come to believe, thanks to you.

Avatar: Yen'fay, I'm... I'm so happy to hear you say that, you have no idea! 
I feel the same way... I never want to leave your side. Whatever happens. We 
will find our way, you and I both. And we'll find it together.

Yen'fay: Yes, together...

(CG Confession)
Yen'fay: I claim to be no master in the arts of romance, but my love for you 
shall be challenged by none.
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Priam! C

Avatar: Hello, Priam. More swordplay?

Priam: Stay back- this is a real blade I'm training with! Hyeah! Ho! Hyuh!

Avatar: Amazing! You cut the log into perfect thirds, all without touching a 
branch!

Priam: ...Did you need something?

Avatar: We're about to drill some group formations. Care to join us?

Priam: I seek the strength of the single warrior, the indomitable lone wolf. 
It is my goal to stand as the mightest of all rivals on the battlefield. I 
have no need for parade-ground quadrilles.

Avatar: I admire any soldier who wants to make themselves stronger... 
However, my duty is to build our fighting force into a cohesive and effective 
unit.

Priam: I've no desire to denigrate your work, so long as I may follow my own 
path.

Avatar: Well, indivisual strength IS important... Perhaps I should train solo 
more often.

Priam: Anyone who dares step onto a battlefield needs to be physically ready.

Avatar: Then perhaps you would be so kind as to provide me with some 
training?

Priam: You are asking to be my pupil?

Avatar: Well, why not? Everyone agrees your martial prowess is second to 
none.

Priam: ...Very well. You may join my training sessions. I will provide 
occassional guidance.

Avatar: Then I look forward to our first lesson, Master Priam.
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Priam B

Avatar: Master Priam, would you consent to some fencing lessons today?

Priam: Only if you stop this "Master" nonsense. Just Priam is fine.

Avatar: Oh, and here I thought you'd like that... Very well, Priam- where do 
we start?

Priam: With your weapon. Unsheathe it. Admire it. See how it glints. A sword 
is not some crude implement to be waved about like a party favor... We must 
draw upon the ambient energies that infuse the sir to guide the blade.

Avatar: Ambient energies? Er, you're not talking about magic, are you?

Priam: No. I speak of something else. It is difficult to grasp at first, but 
as you train, you can feel this energy begin to flow. That is, IF you prepare 
your mind. You must remove all barriers to self-knowledge.

Avatar: What? But... I'm not sure if that's even possible in my case...

Priam: Everyone has the power to guide and manipulate these forces. Even you. 
But only if you follow my guidance and commit yourself to your training.

Avatar: I will try. With everything I am, I will try.

Priam: Then you are ready for the first step.
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Priam A

Priam: Avatar.

Avatar: Hello, Priam.

Priam: I left some of my belongings here. You didn't happen to see them, did 
you?

Avatar: Oh, I'm sorry! I forgot to tell you...

Priam: Tell me what?

Avatar: I had a little spare time, so I thought I'd do your laundry for you.

Priam: My... laundry?

Avatar: Yes, I washed all your soiled training gear. I also patched some of 
the larger holes. I hope you're not upset. Should I have asked first?

Priam: No, it's fine. But... why would you do such a thing?

Avatar: Well, you've spent so much time teaching me about swordplay... I 
needed some way to repay you. This was the best I could come up with.

Priam: I see. Still, it was unnecessary. I can wash my own clothes.

Avatar: Hold on a second... Priam, are you blushing?

Priam: Me? Blush? Of course not! What foolishness! I am a warrior of the 
sword. Nothing can faze me. Nothing!

Avatar: You're red as a tomato! Heh heh. I never thought I'd see the day.

Priam: S-silence! I'm not blushing! ...I must go. You... have my thanks. 
...For the laundry.
(Praim leaves)

Avatar: Heh heh, I had no idea he had such a sensitive side...
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Priam S

Priam: Avatar, are you there?

Avatar: Oh, hello, Priam. Are we due for another fencing lesson?

Priam: No. I wanted to... thank you again. ...For taking care of my clothing. 
This is for you... I bought it from a merchant in the last town.

Avatar: Why, Priam, what an ornate ring! Er, hold on a moment. Are you asking 
me-

Priam: It has no special meaning, mind! It's just a token of gratitude. I'm 
no expert on women's accessories... I just picked something at random.

Avatar: Well, you did quite well. I think it's lovely. Still, it must have 
cost a fortune. Isn't it a little extravagant for a thank-you gift?

Priam: .....

Avatar: Priam?

Priam: Damn, but you are persistent... Very well. It's not just a thank-you 
gift. It's a token of my great... respect. I am a man who is dedicated to 
combat and the way of the sword. However, in recent weeks, it has been you 
who dominates my thoughts. And I... think I have fallen... in love.

Avatar: ...Are you serious?

Priam: Of course I'm serious! Why would I joke about something like this?

Avatar: But... how? When? Why?

Priam: Because in your heart, I've found a new way. You have been gentle and 
caring to me, yet still stronger than any steel. All my life, I have lived 
only for the blade. But now I want to live for you.

Avatar: Oh, Priam. I just had to be sure your feelings were heartfelt! I feel 
the same way! I have for... It feels like such a long time.

Priam: Then you'll say yes? For true? Oh! Huzzah! HUZZAH!

Avatar: Hee hee, why, Priam, I've never seen you so... emotional.

Priam: I would not normally allow myself such a... display. But when you 
follow the way of love, you must let your feelings sing. Anything else would 
be a grave disservice to the one you pledge your heart to.

Avatar: Indeed, and poetically put. Perhaps for you, a pen truly would be 
mightier than a sword.

Priam: Well, let us not get carried away...

(CG Confession)
Priam: You give my strength purpose and meaning... I'll let the world burn 
before I see you hurt.
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Buddy Supports:

Male Avatar:

Chrom* C

Avatar: Can I ask you something, Chrom?

Chrom: Uh-oh. Should I be nervous?

Avatar: When you found me collapsed and without memory, why did you take me 
in?

Chrom: We.. Because you were collapsed and without memory?

Avatar: That's it? Pity was your reason?

Chrom: Isn't that enough?

Avatar: Did you never stop to consider if it was some kind of trap?

Chrom: Heh, that's what I have Frederick for.

Avatar: But why didn't-

Chrom: Avatar, if I see someone hurt or in need, I'm going to help them. 
That's just who I am, and there's no changing it. Or would you rather I'd 
left you there, face down in the muck?

Avatar: No, of course not. I'm thankful for what you did, I truly am. But it 
scares me all the same. Chivalry and longevity don't often go hand in hand.

Chrom: Ha! I wish I had a gold coin for every time I got this lecture.

Avatar: I can only offer advice, I'm afraid. You really should be more 
careful in the future.

Chrom: I'm sorry, but no. If it happened again today, I'd do the same exact 
thing-

Avatar: But-

Chrom: Peace, Avatar. I have heard you counsel, and I know you mean well. But 
as I said, this is who I am. I can't change that, nor would I want to.

Avatar: I... I understand. If that is your decision, then so be it. Just do 
try and be careful, Chrom. For my peace of mind, if not your own?

Chrom: I will. I promise.
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Chrom B

Avatar: Chrom! Are you all right?!

Chrom: Er, yes, I'm fine. ...What's got you so excited?

Avatar: I heard you were attacked behind the mess tent!

Chrom: Pfft! Some local thug approached with a dagger, but he bolted when I 
drew iron. It was dark... The poor fellow probably thought he was mugging a 
merchant! Ha!

Avatar: You challenged him alone?!

Chrom: Well, I wouldn't say "challenged," exactly. More like "shooed away." 
Can't very well just leave that sort around the camp now, can we?

Avatar: By the gods, Chrom! Please, I beg you, do not take any more of these 
foolish risks.

Chrom: Hah! You do realize we're at war, right? Just walking onto the 
battlefield is a risk.

Avatar: I don't fear anyone besting you head-on; I fear you being stabbed in 
the back! Many of our enemies do not share your sense of honor.

Chrom: Do you really think some random cutpurse would get the better of me?

Avatar: Shall I list every hero who said that before being poisoned, sniped, 
or snared?

Chrom: Well, I don't think a list is necess-

Avatar: You're our COMMANDER, Chrom... Battlefield victories mean nothing if 
an army loses its leader. You are no longer simply your own man. You stand 
for all of us.

Chrom: Enough... You have a point. You're right... as you always are. I will 
be more careful. Thank you, Avatar.
=====================================================
Chrom A

Avatar: I hear you've been going on patrol with a couple of the men.

Chrom: Only to patrol the immediate area.

Avatar: ...You know what I'm going to say, don't you?

Chrom: That it's too risky, and I need to be more careful. Yes, thank you, 
mother.

Avatar: But if you know this, then why-

Chrom: Look. I understand enemies could be lying in wait to try and kill 
me... But there could also be others who need my help! There's a war going 
on, and people are suffering. I can't ignore them. I won't.

Avatar: So why not send your men to search for these hapless innocents?!

Chrom: Because.

Avatar: Becauuuse...?

Chrom: Because... of you. If I hadn't been there-if Frederick alone had found 
you-would we have ever met?

Avatar: ...Probably not.

Chrom: You see? And it's not just you, Avatar. It's everyone like you. I know 
going out there exposes me to danger, and I haven't always been careful. But 
it's a risk I'm willing to take in order to connect with the people. To forge 
bonds.

Avatar: Bonds? Between who?

Chrom: You and me. Me and the others. The villagers we've met, the world 
we've seen... Such bonds are the true strength of this army. Without them, 
we're lost. Others may disagree, but that's one benefit of leadership: I make 
the final call.

Avatar: It's hard to argue when you use me as your example. But at least let 
me come with you.

Chrom: So you can watch my back?

Avatar: That's part of it, yes. But I also want to be there when you find the 
next me, face down in a field. I want to help you make this army stronger. I 
want to help you forge new bonds.
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Frederick* C

Frederick: Your grip, stance, and breathing are wrong. Focus, Avatar. 
...Again!

Avatar: Ready!

Frederick: That's enough for today. Your form has improved considerably. The 
pace of your progress is remarkable.

Avatar: *Huff, huff* Th-thanks... I feel like...I've got the basics *huff* 
down now... But... S-so tired... *huff* I think I'm dying...

Frederick: Ha! You're exaggerating! Or at least I pray so. Otherwise you 
might as well die here--- you won't last long on the battlefield.

Avatar: I suppose... but I'm exhausted nonetheless... But you... You've 
hardly broken a sweat?

Frederick: I should certainly hope not. If a little training winded me, I 
would be in no shape to serve Chrom.

Avatar: Well, I'm impressed. You must train hard to build such endurance.

Frederick: Well, I awaken before dawn each day to build the campfires... Then 
whenever we march, I scout the trail ahead, removing rocks and such... 
Wouldn't do to have someone turn an ankle mid-campaign, now would it?

Avatar: (So that's why... I always thought it was just a fixation with pebble 
collecting...)

Frederick: Beg pardon, did you say something?

Avatar: Er, nothing important! But I owe you for this training session, so 
let me help you with tomorrow's fire. It's be a snap with my magic. Find a 
tree, hit it with a lightning bolt, and presto!

Frederick: ...Instant forest fire.

Avatar: Oh! Well, yes, I suppose that... could happen... In any case, I do 
still owe you a favor. Whatever you like-- name it and it's yours. You 
needn't decide today, of course. Think it over for the next time we meet.

Frederick: I am unaccustomed to asking favors, but if you insist, I shall 
find something.
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Frederick B

Frederick: Hello, Avatar. I've thought about your previous offer.

Avatar: The favor? Oh, good! What'll it be? Just say the word.

Frederick: I recall seeing you eat bear with great relish shortly after we 
first met. I should like you to teach me this skill. ...Eating bear, that is.

Avatar: I remember that night! Lissa was in a froth. Said it smelled like... 
old boots, was it? Wait, so you didn't eat any, either?

Frederick: I fear I've rarely been able to choke down wild game, and bear 
least of all. But as the war grows harsher, I can no longer afford to be 
picky. There may come a day when bear is the only food available to us. Best 
I train to overcome my aversion now, when our situation is not so dire.

Avatar: True, and even the finest knight isn't much use on an empty 
stomach...
All right then, you're on. Let's get you eating some bear!

Frederick: Yes, I will train till I can consume anything, without concern for 
taste or decorum. Like an animal, or a savage... Or like you, Avatar.

Avatar: ......

Frederick: Er, Avatar? ...Did I say something wrong?

Avatar: Um, no, nothing. Don't worry about it. So Frederick. You don't have a 
problem with more common meats, do you?

Frederick: Beef and pork are fine. I also enjoy a good chicken on occasion.

Avatar: Then let's start simple. Take a bite of this jerky.

Frederick: I shall tear into it with gusto! *munch, munch* BLEAGH! G-gamey! 
S-so gamey! What... *cough* What IS this?!

Avatar: It's bear. Leftovers from the same bear we ate that night, in fact! I 
saved some.

Frederick: Eeeaaaaagh! Healer! I need a healer!

Avatar: Animal or savage, indeed. How rude of him... Guess he wasn't joking 
about his aversion to bear, though...
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Frederick A

Avatar: Hey there, Fredericson! I've got some new cured meat for you to 
try...

Frederick: I'll thank you not to refer to me by that ridiculous name. ...And 
I'm not so gullible as to fall for you bear-jerky trick twice.

Avatar: Oh? I thought you were serious about getting over this, Frederick. 
Look, I'm not a monster. I prepared a whole series of meats in order of 
gaminess. We can take it slow.

Frederick: ...Well, I suppose I did ask for this.

Avatar: All right then. We'll start with chicken, then pork, then beef.

Frederick: *Munch, munch* ...Hmm, excellent so far.

Avatar: Next is mutton, It starts to get a little tricky here.

Frederick: *Munch, munch* ...This is... manageable.

Avatar: You're doing great! Okay, this one's venison.

Frederick: *Munch, munch*

Avatar: ...By which I mean bear.

Frederick: PFFFFFFF! Augh! By the gods! I'm d-dying! Dying! Ah... It's s-so 
dark... T-tell Chrom that...

Avatar: Oh, stop exaggerating! Otherwise you might as well die here-- you 
won't last long on the battle...field? Whoa. I just had intense déjà vu.

Frederick: I said the same to you, once upon a training session. And I was 
right. If I succumb to this, I can't well protect everyone on the front 
lines... My body is ready, Avatar! The next sample, if you please!

Avatar: You talked yourself back into it? Impressive. And perhaps a little 
disturbing... Ah, well. Whatever works. Let's finish this Frederick! Open 
wide!
=====================================================
Virion* C

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 stroke 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.
(Time passes)

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: Still, I appreciate the practice. Thank you, Virion.

Virion: If you wish me to unleash my dishonorable strategies again, you have 
but ask.
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Virion B

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 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!
(Time passes)

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 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 shall think us 
twins!

Avatar: I'd sooner you put an arrow through my head...
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Virion A

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 fell 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.
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Stahl* C

Avatar: Now, what would he want more than anything? Hmm... Maybe a sword? 
Wait, what am I thinking? He already owns the most treasured sword of all...

Stahl: Heya, Avatar! You thinking up a birthday present for old man Chrom?

Avatar: He's hardly "old," Stahl... But yes, I am. And to be honest, I'm at a 
bit of a loss for ideas.

Stahl: Ha! Isn't that a pickle!

Avatar: Buying for royaly would be hard enough, but we're in the middle of a 
war. It'd have to be small, to transport easily within the caravan, and 
nothing excessive...

Stahl: Yeah, cheap is good. Chrom's never been much for gold and glitter, 
anyway. I was actually thinking of brewing up a special concoction for him.

Avatar: You mean like a potion or tonic? I didn't know you dabbled in such!

Stahl: My father is an apothecary, and he taught me the trade.

Avatar: Homemade gifts are always the best! Would that I possessed any such 
talents...

Stahl: Er, say. My ingredients are quite costly and difficult to find in the 
wild...

Avatar: Perhaps I could help gather them?

Stahl: Yes exactly! Then the present could be from the both of us.

Avatar: Perfect! We can solve both our problems in one fell swoop.

Stahl: Then it's a deal!
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Stahl B

Avatar: Chrom loved the gift, Stahl! Thanks so much for letting me chip in.

Stahl: Not at all - I should be thanking YOU. I doubt I could have afforded 
everything without your fat purse.

Avatar: Oh, come now. Don't think I'll fall for that old trick... You helped 
me and just made it seem like I was helping you.

Stahl: Heh, I guess I've always been good at reading people. Even when I was 
young, I could tell what folks wanted before they even said it. It's not much 
of a secret ability, but it's the only one I've got!

Avatar: On the contrary, I think being sensitive to others is a precious 
skill indeed.

Stahl: I don't know if I'm sensitive, exactly. I just find it easy to read 
people. You'd be amazed how much you can read from a face, if you know what 
to look for.

Avatar: And you can always read these thoughts?

Stahl: Absolutely!

Avatar: Stahl, that's a remarkable talent! Truly.

Stahl: Ha! Not at all! It's just the coping mechanism of an overly dull man.

Avatar: Reading thoughts from faces or gestures? That's every bit as 
impressive as magic. I bet you're always one step ahead of your rivals, on 
the battlefield and off.

Stahl: Hmm... I guess it has saved my skin a time or two.

Avatar: Like how you read my mind when I was wondering what to get Chrom...

Stahl: Er, actually, that time, I just overheard you talking to yourself.

Avatar: Was I? Oh! Ah ha ha...
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Stahl A

Stahl: *Sigh*

Avatar: What's wrong, Stahl? You sound a bit down.

Stahl: Well, I apparently need to practice, then! It was supposed to be a 
sigh of relief. Some friends were in a bit of a row, but I managed to calm 
the waters.

Avatar: You're always doing things like that, aren't you? Helping others with 
their problems. Most of us are too busy looking after ourselves, but you 
always find the time.

Stahl: Well, in a way it was for my own sake. Troubled folks make me 
uncomfortable. When I see friends fighting, my first instinct is to intervene 
and restore the peace.

Avatar: Ha! And now you're acting humble and deflecting praise from yourself.

Stahl: Er, sorry. Is that annoying?

Avatar: Not annoying, no. But you should stand up for yourself from time to 
time, too. For example, you could start by telling people that today is your 
birthday.

Stahl: Huh? You knew?

Avatar: I found out, yes, but not from you! Friends should be able to tell 
each other that much. War may be raging around us, but that doesn't mean we 
can't have fun sometimes.

Stahl: I suppose...

Avatar: You spend so much time looking after other people that someone has to 
look after you. And I've decided that someone is going to be me! So, here. 
Have a couple of fried fig cakes in honor of your birthday.

Stahl: Ah, my favorite! Thanks, Avatar. You're a true friend.
=====================================================
Vaike* C

Avatar: ...Vaike? What are you up to out here?

Vaike: Eh? Me? Up to? Nothin'! Har har! Yessir, just a whooole lot of 
nothin'.
Oh lookie there! Pretty flowers! I sure do love me a pretty flower, don't 
you?
Yep! Love 'em. All of 'em! ...Say what's your favorite flower, Avatar?

Avatar: ...Okay, now I KNOW you're up to something.

Vaike: Har har! Nope, not me! Just lookin' at all them pretty flowers is all. 
Nice, ain't they?

Avatar: Liar. You're trying to see who's bathing in the spring over there.

Vaike: S-spring? There's a spring? Why, I had NO idea!

Avatar: Don't play dumb with me, Vaike! Now stop leering and get back to 
camp.

Vaike: Aw, come on now! You're a man! You know how it is! Don't you ever-

Avatar: No. I don't. ...Thank the gods.

Vaike: Right little goody two-shoes, ain't ya? Interrupting my fun just 
when...
Oh, fine. Guess I'm done lookin' at flowers. But don't think you can keep me- 
Huh? What's that?

Avatar: That's Sully's horse isn't it? Gods, but it's a fierce-looking brute. 
Do you see how it's glaring at us? It's almost as if it thinks...

Vaike: IT'S GONNA CHARGE! RUN! RUN FOR YOUR LIIIIIIIFE!

Avatar: B-but I didn't do anything! Gyaaaaaa!
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Vaike B

Vaike: Har! It's the Vaike's lucky day! Sully's horse is dozin' away, and 
that meddling little--

Avatar: Meddling little...what?

Vaike: Blast! You again? Er, I mean... Oh, look! A four-leaf clover! Lucky 
me!

Avatar: For that lie to work, you actually need to have a four-leaf clover. 
You were spying on bathing women again, weren't you?! Don't deny it!

Vaike: I DO deny it! ...Besides, what are YOU doing skulkin' around the 
bushes?

Avatar: I was collecting elderberries. For tea. Not that it's any concern of 
yours! Now keep your voice down! You might wake up Sully's devil steed.

Vaike: What do you care if it wakes? I'm the one he's got it in for.

Avatar: Not anymore, thanks to you! Ever since that time I caught you 
snooping, the beast has made me its sworn enemy. If I get within half a 
league, it's after me like a hound from hell!

Vaike: Har har! So the beast has the evil eye for Lord Goody Two-Shoes 
himself? There's a word for that... What is it... Tip of my tongue... Oh, I 
know! ...IRONIC! HAR HAR!

Avatar: Frankly, being tarred with the same brush as you is punishment 
enough.
In any case, neither of us want to be here if that horse wakes up. Come on, 
let's get back to camp.

Vaike: Curses, I truly thought today was going to be the Vaike's lucky... 
Wait. That evil horse-it's gone!

Avatar: V-Vaike... D-don't turn around... It's right... behind you...

Vaike: It's... b-behind me? ARRRRRRRRRRRRGH! RUUUUUUUN! FOR THE LOVE OF ALL 
THAT'S GOOD AND HOLY, RUUUUUUUUUUUUN!

Avatar: WHY MEEEEEEEEE?!
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Vaike A

Avatar: Hey, Vaike. Why the long face?

Vaike: ...Oh. Hello, Avatar. So, uh... I've been thinkin'. The Vaike's caused 
ya a lot of grief. I feel bad about it.

Avatar: It's not like you to be so introspective. Why does it worry me...

Vaike: Well, I was having a bath--you know, down by the spring--and well...
These ladies appeared outta nowhere and started pointin' and laughin' at poor 
Teach! I was stark naked, with my clothes hung up on the far side of the 
creek!
I reckon they were gettin' revenge for those times I...accidentally spied on 
'em.

Avatar: Huh.

Vaike: And that blasted horse was there, grinnin' like a rabid crocodile! It 
was humiliatin'!

Avatar: Well, that does sound unpleasant. Even if you only have yourself to 
blame. One might even call it... Oh, what's the word? Ah, yes: ironic! In any 
case, can we please assume that you've finally learned your lesson?

Vaike: Yeah, now that I know what it's like to be the victim, the Vaike's 
spyin' days are over.

Avatar: Good, I think when you look back on this later, you'll be glad it 
happened. But, come. No use moping about that's done. The Shepherds need 
their Teach. They need his passion and his willingness to take on anything or 
anyone, damn the odds!

Vaike: Har har. Now that's the truth! ...You're all right, Avatar. A good 
friend through and through.

Avatar: You... consider me a friend?

Vaike: Darn right! You're in the Vaike circle of trust. Not many folk earn 
that privilege! ...But now that we're friends and all, that means we can ask 
each other favors.

Avatar: Favors? Well, I suppose if there's something--

Vaike: I've given up spying, but I owe those girls a good scare! No one makes 
a mockery of Teach and gets away with it! So put your thinkin' cap on and 
brew up some kinda revenge scheme, okay? Maybe some way to dump puddin' on 
their heads or somethin'.

Avatar: Pudding, Vaike? Honestly?
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Kellam* C

Avatar: The others claim it's a ghost, but I refuse to put stock in such 
things.

Kellam: Claim what is a ghost?

Avatar: WAAAAAAAAAAH! ...Oh! It's you, Kellam! You surprised me.

Kellam: Sorry, You looked a little worried... I just wanted to see if you 
were all right.

Avatar: Well, there IS something troubling me... The men are reporting 
strange incidents- baffling phenomena that defy explanation.

Kellam: Goodness! Like what?

Avatar: Well, for example, whenever a group of us gather, drinks materialize 
on the table. Also, there's always one more cup than people present. But 
everyone denies that they brought the cup or served the drinks! It's most 
peculiar. So peculiar, in fact, that some are claiming it to be the work of 
spirits...

Kellam: It's not a ghost.

Avatar: Oh, of course it's not. I just don't know what it could possibly-

Kellam: It's me. I serve the drinks.

Avatar: You? ...But wait. Why would you bring one cup too many?

Kellam: That's my cup. I guess it's just that no one ever...notices me...

Avatar: What?! That's almost as absurd as the ghost theory!
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Kellam B

Avatar: Lad de dah de dum... Shanty Pete danced on a barrel of rum... Oh, 
hullo?! Where did this drink come from?...Kellam, are you there?

Kellam: Right here. ...In front of you.

Avatar: Ah, yes, of course-now I see you. Thank you for the drink!

Kellam: I didn't want to interrupt while you were humming there. Sorry...

Avatar: Not at all! I was just taken aback when the cup seemed to appear by 
my elbow...

Kellam: Um, yes. Sorry... again...

Avatar: You know, Kellam, if you want people to notice you more, you should 
speak up.

Kellam: Oh, I'm not looking to be noticed. Not especially, anyway.

Avatar: Well, if that's your plan , I have to say you are succeeding 
brilliantly.

Kellam: Plus whenever I do speak, people start screaming about hearing 
voices... At least, that's what happened at dinner last night...

Avatar: Heh, so that WAS you...Half the camp refused to come out of their 
tents for fear of the "ghost"!

Kellam: Sorry!

Avatar: Stop being sorry!It's their own fault for being such superstitious 
hens.

Kellam: Yes, but I understand now why people react so strangely whenever I do 
them favors. Next time I bring tea for everyone, I'll be sure to shout what 
I'm doing. And I'll try to stop standing sideways...Or in shadows. Or behind 
barrels...

Avatar: Splendid idea, Kellam! That's the spirit! We'll get you noticed yet!
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Kellam A

Kellam: Eh? A slice of crowberry pie? What's this doing here?

Avatar: It's for you, Kellam.

Kellam: Avatar! Y-you saw me!

Avatar: The trick is to squint and look sideways. I've been working on it 
here and there.Anyway, you're always so helpful to everyone else, I wanted to 
return the favor.

Kellam: ...Thanks.

Avatar: Not at all. It's the least I can do.

Kellam: Gosh, you really are good to me, Avatar. I know I said I don't do it 
for thanks, but it IS nice to hear...especially from you. ...Well, guess I'll 
be going now.

Avatar: What in the... How did he DO that?! He just vanished!

Kellam: Er, I'm right over here. Straightening up these axes.

Avatar: ..Oh, right. Of course I knew that. It's just that you gave this 
enigmatic smile, turned to the left, and then...disappeared! Almost as if 
you'd achieved enlightenment and transcended this mortal plane!

Kellam: ...That's some imagination you have.

Avatar: Ha ha. Yes, well.perhaps I've read a few too many morality plays as 
of late. In any case, forget the axes for now--everyone is waiting to see 
you.

Kellam: Me?...But why?

Avatar: They all want to apologize for making such a fuss about the supposed 
hauntings.

Kellam: ...Oh, um, I don't know. That sounds like an awful lot of 
attention...

Avatar: Sometimes, Kellam, we all have to stand up and be noticed.

Kellam: All right. But if I'm feeling shy, I might have to transcend to a 
higher plane again.

Avatar: Ah-HA! I KNEW IT!

Kellam: That was a joke! A joke? ...Ha ha ha? ...Avatar? Why are you backing 
away from me like that...?
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Lon'qu* C

Lon'qu: ... *Ahem* ...I cannot focus with you leering at me.

Avatar: Oh! Sorry, Lon'qu. I just got caught up watching your practice. Your 
style is a perfect blend of accuracy, power and speed. They really know what 
they're doing up in Regna Ferox.

Lon'qu: Strength is everything out there. Weakness is weeded out and 
eliminated.

Avatar: Would you mind teaching me a few moves?

Lon'qu: ...I am no teacher. Besides, you are of Ylisse. The knights of your 
people have their own style. You would be better served learning from 
Frederick.

Avatar: Oh, I already am. But with the two styles being so different, why not 
learn what both can offer? It's possible a mix of the two would be stronger 
than either one alone.

Lon'qu: A naïve thought. ...But not impossible. Very well. Draw your sword.

Avatar: Wait, we're jumping right into sparring?

Lon'qu: I told you, I am no teacher. You will have to learn for yourself. 
Come! Show me how a man of Ylisse fights! You will not be the only one to 
learn here.

Avatar: So be it!
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Lon'qu B

Lon'qu: Here for another round?

Avatar: Thank you, but no. I'm still recovering from the last one... I'll say 
this - I'm glad we're not at war with Ferox!

Lon'qu: And I'm far from her strongest. I am... inexperienced, yet. Raw.

Avatar: I find that hard to believe. You're a beast! But I guess you got 
where you are now by being tough on yourself.

Lon'qu: No. Just truthful. If you saw what I have seen... If you saw him 
fight, you would know how far I have to go.

Avatar: You mean Khan Basilio?

Lon'qu: His command of his weapon lends it a weight. A... depth. I may as 
well be swinging a feather by comparison. Knowing his power, I would not dare 
call myself strong.

Avatar: But he's given you something to strive for. I'm envious, really.

Lon'qu: If you would grow stronger, find a paragon of your own to pursue. 
Meanwhile, if you wish to spar, you need only ask.

Avatar: I will, thanks.
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Lon'qu A

Lon'qu: ......

Avatar: Did you need something, Lon'qu?

Lon'qu: It's been too long since we fought. I feared you were neglecting your 
training, but... Is this mountain of books all treatises on warcraft?

Avatar: Yes. I have to balance training my sword arm with honing my 
tactician's eye. We're a small force up against a big army. We need to fight 
smart to survive.

Lon'qu: ...You are a strange one. Strategist or soldier - most men make their 
choice and don't look back.

Avatar: Then I choose to be the first man to pick both. I want to keep my 
friends safe. And the townspeople and everyone else, too. So when my sword 
won't reach, I'll protect them with my tactics.

Lon'qu: You once said you envied me because you had no one to serve as your 
goal. Perhaps that's because you aim for heights no man has yet achieved.

Avatar: Is what I said really so revolutionary?

Lon'qu: What you propose is a tremendous undertaking. ...But a worthy one. I 
suspect there is much I can learn from you yet.
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Donnel* C

Donnel: Nah, still no good. The hook's too big. Maybe if I... Naw, that ain't 
it neither!

Avatar: Donnel? What are you trying to do?

Donnel: This dang fishin' hook I'm makin' just don't wanna work for me.
See here? Way it is now, the fish'll just slip right off soon as it starts 
fightin'.

Avatar: Ah, yes. It needs a barb on the inside. Here, may I? ...There we go.

Donnel: Wow, thanks! I owe ya one, Avatar. How'd ya know so much about 
fishin' hooks anyhow?

Avatar: Oh, just something I read about at one time or another.

Donnel: Shoulda guessed. You always got yer nose in one dusty book or 
another. I just wish there was some way I could return the favor. Say, you 
know anythin' 'bout buildin' snares? I'm actually a pretty good trapper.

Avatar: Not much, I'm afraid. Perhaps you'd teach me some basic traps 
sometime?

Donnel: Darn tootin' I will! We can start with a box trap. Ain't nothin' to 
it.

Avatar: Sure, sound great!
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Donnel B

Avatar: Hey, Donny! You remember that box trap you helped me make?
Well, I caught a boar! Just look at the size of this thing!

Donnel: It's near as big as this fish I caught thanks to yer tricky hook!

Avatar: Goodness, I think we're going to have leftovers tonight.

Donnel: Heck, if we smoke that boar'a yours, we'll be set for a month.

Avatar: Boar jerky? My mouth's watering just thinking about it... Oh, and 
speaking of, I was working on ways to improve that trap. I think I've got a 
better trigger figured out. You should come by and take a look.

Donnel: Swell! I got a new hook I wanted to show ya, anyhow.

Avatar: Ha ha, listen to us! We're obsessed.

Donnel: Heh, ain't that the truth? We ain't even on larder duty!

Avatar: We should be, the way we're stockpiling provisions.

Donnel: I wager the others'd think we're a right pair of greedyguts, way we's 
goin'.

Avatar: I know! Ah ha ha!
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Donnel A

Avatar: Do you cook, Donny?

Donnel: Sure--if I ain't got a choice. You?

Avatar: I've only poisoned myself twice!

Donnel: You say that like yer proud! But ain't much use to all this meat if 
we can't do nothin' with it.

Avatar: Do you want to have a go? At cooking it, I mean? I'll bet if the two 
of us put our heads together we could come up with something.

Donnel: No harm in tryin'

Avatar: Gah! The fish! You're burning it!

Donnel: And yer stew is boilin' over!

Avatar: HOOOOOOT! Hot! Hot! Hot!

Donnel: You all right?!

Avatar: Ow... Y-yes, I think so. It's just a little burn.

Donnel: You gotta cool that, quick! Take this... Aw, horse apples! We're 
outta water! I'll go draw some. Don't move! I got the water! Stick yer hand 
in there.

Avatar: Ahhhhhhhhh...

Donnel: I reckon there WAS harm in us tryin' to cook.

Avatar: I'd say it was worth it. At least I got to learn something about you.

Donnel: And what's that?

Avatar: You've got a cool head in a crisis. You were quick on your feet and 
kept it together. Thanks again for the water.

Donnel: Shucks. Ain't nothin' nobody else wouldn'ta done...

Avatar: Don't be modest. You certainly... *sniff* *sniiiiiiff* Er, Donny? Is 
something burning?

Donnel: The fish! The fish is still on the goldurn fire!

Avatar: I think the harm is starting to outweigh the benefit now. Let's just 
throw some dirt over these cookfires and slink away. Er, and perhaps we'll 
not mention this to anyone else, eh?
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Ricken* C

Ricken: Hrmmm...

Avatar: Still writing a reply to that letter? You've been staring at a blank 
page for an hour. Was it bad news? Nothing serious, I hope.

Ricken: No, just an average letter from my parents. "Hope you're well," and 
all that.

Avatar: Then why are you so strapped for a reply?

Ricken: It's... tricky. I just don't know what to say.

Avatar: There's plenty of things you could write about! Especially after that 
last battle! Tell them how you dodged one brush with death after the next! 
Impress them!

Ricken: Are you insane?! The object is to make them worry about me LESS!

Avatar: Oh. Right. Well, why not tell them about that fight against the 
Risen? Talk about how you tore them limb from limb and flung the pieces to 
the winds!

Ricken: But I did no such thing! Besides, that would have them worried about 
me in a whole other way... See the problem? I can't LIE, but if I write about 
how things really are, they'll worry. And if I write about how much I miss 
them, that only makes it worse...

Avatar: How about just a few words to let them know you're all right?

Ricken: ...I don't know. Maybe I'll just hold off until I do something that 
makes them proud.

Avatar: Well, if they could've heard you just now, they already would be. 
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Ricken B

Ricken: Hmm...

Avatar: Still haven't written a reply to your parents, have you?

Ricken: Yep. Stuck again. I can't think of the right words to say.

Avatar: You could always just head back.

Ricken: Head back where? Home?

Avatar: Why not? Stop by for a quick visit. Spend some time with your family. 
I'm not saying to drop everything and go tomorrow, but once things settle 
down.

Ricken: ...No. I can't go back yet.

Avatar: Why not?

Ricken: I don't know how much you know about me, but I come from an old, 
respected house. And lately, my family home--and name--has fallen into 
serious disrepair. So this war is about more than saving the world, at least 
for me. It's about restoring my family name. And I can't go home until I've 
done it.

Avatar: That's a lot to put on yourself, Ricken. Your parents are lucky to 
have you. Hard to imagine such a model son running around dismembering Risen 
and flinging--

Ricken: Stop with the dismembering already! What kind of monster do you think 
I am?

Avatar: Ha ha, I'm just teasing. Seriously, though, if you won't visit, you 
should write. Sparing your parents from worry is part of being a good son, 
after all.

Ricken: Yeah, I know you're right... Okay, I'll keep it real basic. "Dear Mom 
and Dad, I hope you're well."

Avatar: "Today I saved the life of my beloved, and the field ran red with the 
blood of my foes!"

Ricken: 'Today I saved the..." ARRRGH! Will you NOT do that?!

Avatar: I'm helping.

Ricken: YOU ARE NOT!
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Ricken A

Ricken: Hey, Avatar. Would you mind sending this out with the other 
deliveries?

Avatar: Letter to the family, eh? So did you finally figure out what to 
write?

Ricken: I just wrote the truth: that I miss them and hope to see them again 
soon.

Avatar: No tales of glory? No brave words? ...No dismemberment?

Ricken: Hah! Not this time. I guess restoring the family name will have to 
wait a bit longer. I simply wrote that I've come a long way, but there's 
still more to be done. Not the greatest news in the world, but better than 
silence, I guess.

Avatar: But it IS great news! I'm sure it'll put their minds at ease.

Ricken: By telling them how weak I still am?

Avatar: No, by telling them you know your limits and you're working to 
overcome them. That's a very mature way of thinking. I'm sure they'll be 
proud.

Ricken: Heh heh! you really think so?

Avatar: I guarantee it! You did great, Ricken. Now get over here!

Ricken: EWWW! Leggo! No noogies! Stop treating me like a kid! Didn't you JUST 
finish saying how mature I was?!

Avatar: Ha ha! Sorry, it's just that hat and those cute wittle cheeks just 
begging to be pinc--

Ricken: Come on, knock it off!
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Gaius* C

Avatar: Gaius, I am SO sorry about earlier! I had no idea you were in the 
bath...

Gaius: Aw, no worries. At least I hadn't taken off my smallclothes yet, eh? 
Er, but I did want to mention I'm usually in much better shape. With the 
stress of this blasted war, I've been eatin' more sweets than usual. Usually 
I'm a real piece of eye candy. Belly like a washboard, glutes like a 
lumberjac-

Avatar: Okay then! That's quite enough. I believe you... Er, but I did notice 
something else, and... it has me a little worried...

Gaius: WHAT?! You saw THAT?! Gods, how embarrassing... It's just... uh... 
some poison oak I got into the other day, I swe-

Avatar: I'm talking about the tattoo on your arm. It's the one they use to 
mark convicted criminals, isn't it?

Gaius: Oh, that? Yeah, I got caught once doing a favor for a mate. Paid the 
price. But, uh, I'd appreciate it if you kept that little nugget under your 
hat, Bubbles.

Avatar: ... Did you just call me Bubbles? Er, but don't worry. I won't tell 
any-

Gaius: You'll tell everyone, you say? So it's to be blackmail, is it? Fine 
then. I can understand taking an opportunity to line your pockets. You can 
have my portion of dinner tonight, okay? Will that slake your greed for now?!

Avatar: Er, one helping of bear is already more than enough, thanks. Also, 
I'm not blackma-

Gaius: You drive a hard bargain, Bubbles! Very well. Take this custard pie!

Avatar: ...No, thank you. I'm not-

Avatar: If you are looking for ransom, I can assure you I don't have any 
money. But what I do have are a very particular set of honey cakes...

Avatar: Look, I don't want any treats from you, all right?! I'll keep your 
blasted secret!

Gaius: Whoa, easy there, Bubbles! Here, maybe a little chocolate will put you 
in a better mood...
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Gaius B

Avatar: Gaius? I didn't know you ran a market stall...

Gaius: Oh, sure. I like to get out, meet the common folk, sell the odd 
trinket... Speaking of which, see anything you fancy? I've got silk 
smallclothes from exotic ports, genuine leather belts, top-quality figs...

Avatar: Do you have any books? Strategy books, specifically? I've been hoping 
to expand my tactical knowledge to better serve the Shepherds. However, I 
can't find a single volume in these parts. It really is most strange...

Gaius: Strategy books, is it? Wait right there, Bubbles!

Avatar: Huh? Where'd he go? ...Oh, you're back! That was fast.

Gaius: Take a gander at this lot, and tell me if any of 'em tickle your 
fancy!

Avatar: By the... Gaius, this crate is FULL of books! Did you buy every tome 
in the market?!

Gaius: Sort of. Here, they're yours. Every last one, my gift to you! But that 
makes us even about the whole "wink-wink" thing!

Avatar: Gods, but you are pigheaded. For the last time, Gaius, I am NOT 
blackmailing you! Now please, return these books. I can't take them in good 
conscience.

Gaius: Oh, I see! Books aren't good enough? Still holding out for something 
better?!

Avatar: *Sigh* Sometimes I wonder why I even try... ...Oh, what a handsome 
pendant. I've never seen the like.

Gaius: The pendant, then? And we can call it even?

Avatar: GAIUUUUUUS!

Gaius: Guess not!
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Gaius A

Gaius: Here, Bubbles. I got you something.

Avatar: A pendant? …Is this because of the one I saw in town that I liked? 
Er, thank you, Gaius, but I'm not sure I feel-

Gaius: Heck of a thing, too! Probably worth a big sack of gold down at the 
market.

Avatar: Then I must refuse. I can't accept such an extravagant gift.

Gaius: All right, maybe I stretched the truth, just a little... It'd be worth 
a sack of gold IF they paid for sentimental value, see? ...'Cause I made it 
myself.

Avatar: YOU made this? But, it's magnificent!

Gaius: Pleased you like it, Bubbles. Makes all the effort worthwhile.

Avatar: But why did you-

Gaius: Oh, no particular reason! None at all! Just...one good turn and all 
that.

Avatar: You're trying to bribe me again, aren't you?! I've already told you a 
hundred times, I'll keep your secret! I gave you my word, and that should be 
the end of it!

Gaius: Look, I trust you. Honest and truly. It's just that in my business, 
there's no such thing as a free lunch. Guy who says he'll do something for 
nothing? Well, he's the first one wanting payback down the line!

Avatar: ...Oh, very well. I was hoping it wouldn't come to this. I have 
something important to tell you.

Gaius: Important?

Avatar: It's a secret. A very embarrassing one. You see... *whisper, whisper*

Gaius: BWAAA HA HA HA! And the chicken...?! Oh, you did NOT do that!

Avatar: Ah, but I did. And now you are the only one who knows. So in return 
for you keeping it safe, I promise to safeguard YOUR secret. Do we have a 
deal?

Gaius: ... Heh, I see what you did there. And... I appreciate it. All right. 
Deal. ...But you have to keep the pendant! It's not a bribe, now. More like 
a... I don't know... A thank-you gift.

Avatar: In that case, I accept.
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Gregor* C

Gregor: Here, Avatar. You will drink this, yes?

Avatar: Hmm? What is it?

Gregor: Is special medicine Gregor drinks on hard journey! Tastes like bottom 
of old well, but is very good for you.

Avatar: I don't need medicine, Gregor, I feel fine.

Gregor: You have no hurting throat? No hacking up of lung?

Avatar: Well, now that you mention it, my throat has been a little sore...

Gregor: In battle, Gregor hear you breathe. Is raspy like old dying donkey.

Avatar: You must have a terrific sense of hearing to notice that over the din 
of combat.

Gregor: For a sellsword like Gregor, health very important. Soldier must be 
strong, yes?

Avatar: I daresay you're right. I don't pay as much attention to my health as 
I should. What kind of precautions do you take to avoid becoming ill?

Gregor: Gregor have three rules: gargle, wash hands, and take temperature!

Avatar: Oh. That sounds easy enough. Any other tricks?

Gregor: Gregor may have one more thing, but is very secret. Only men can do. 
You are man too, yes? Maybe Gregor share with you...

Avatar: This sounds interesting.

Gregor: You sleep in same bed as Gregor! Then we share body heat!

Avatar: I beg your pardon?

Gregor: Body becomes very cold at night, yes? This keeps muscles limber!

Avatar: An extra blanket will do just fine, thank you.
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Gregor B

Avatar: Say, Gregor? I wanted to thank you for that medicine you gave me. I 
was feeling great after taking it... but I think it gave me strange dreams.

Gregor: Is Gregor maybe in these dreams?

Avatar: Er...

Gregor: Ho ho ho! Is true! You dream of sharing bed with Gregor!

Avatar: We weren't in a bed! We were flying through the air... Then we 
landed... on the sun, I think. And I rested my head on your knee... Gods, it 
was horrible...

Gregor: Do not be feeling special. Gregor have that effect on many people.

Avatar: Since then, I haven't slept in days! Days! Look at my eyes! They're 
bloodshot!

Gregor: Sometimes Gregor have this effect... Usually on the women, but-

Avatar: It's not funny! It is most definitely not funny! I have ch-chills up 
my back even as we speak...

Gregor: Chills? Hmm... Here, Avatar. Let Gregor look in eyes.

Avatar: No! Stay away from me!

Gregor: You are strange person. Now make with the hushing!

Avatar: .....

Gregor: Bloodshot eyes...Chills on spine....Strange dream... You had insect 
bite not long ago, yes?

Avatar: Er, yes, actually. A great big millipede bit me on the ankle the 
other day, but...

Gregor: Oy, is so terrible! You suffer dangerous infection carried by large 
bug! We must render treatment with no delay. Gregor fear your life is at 
stake.

Avatar: R-really? It's that serious?
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Gregor A

Gregor: Ah, Avatar. How is recovery?

Avatar: Good, thanks to you. The healers said if you hadn't caught the 
infection when you did, I'd have died. I owe you my life, Gregor.

Gregor: Oh ho ho! Sometimes batty old man knows thing or two, yes? You are 
clever young lad, but old man like Gregor can be teaching you many things. 
You
listen to elders, and one day you might be smart like Gregor.

Avatar: Heh, yes. I'll certainly pay closer attention from now on.

Gregor: This is water running under bridge. But...

Avatar: What? Is something troubling you?

Gregor: You still have nightmare dream? Where you fly and put head on 
Gregor's knee?

Avatar: Not anymore, thank the gods.

Gregor: Is good. ...Because Gregor has to charge performance fee for 
appearing in dream.

Avatar: A performance fee? For a dream?! That's ridiculous!

Gregor: But if you say no more dream, then is okay. We call first one 
rehearsal. Gregor give steep discount. Now, you look after health so you see 
no more bad dreams, yes? If you get weak again, you can rest head on knee, no 
charge.

Avatar: I assure you, I will be watching my health very carefully.

Gregor: You sound very with the motivation! Gregor believes you!
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Libra* C

Libra: ......

Avatar: Oh, hello, Libra. What are you up to?

Libra: I'm drawing a picture.

Avatar: Whoa, that's very good! Great shading, exquisite detail, and through 
it all, an air of melancholy... It's very  like you.

Libra: Melancholy? Truly?

Avatar: I don't mean that in a bad way! Actually, you should probably just 
ignore me... I know very little when it comes to fine art.

Libra: Well, to be honest, I don't know much about it either.

Avatar: Really? But you're so talented!

Libra: I've been told my pictures are technically proficient, but lack 
artistic soul.

Avatar: Poppycock! I mean look at this sketch--it's BURSTING with soul!
I bet whoever told you that was simply jealous of your talent.

Libra: Well, I appreciate the sentiment. Here, you can have this if you like 
it so much.

Avatar: Are you sure? You didn't draw it on commission or anything?

Libra: I don't ever do drawings on request. ...No exceptions.

Avatar: Well, if it's not meant for anyone else, then yes, I'll gladly 
accept. Thank you.
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Libra B

Avatar: Tsk! I just can't get this color right.

Libra: Er, Avatar? You have paint on your cheek. ...And your chin. ...AND 
behind your ear.

Avatar: Oh, er, so I do. Whoops!

Libra: Are you trying your hand at painting?

Avatar: Yes! Seeing your drawing has inspired me to take up the palette 
myself...
But, I fear I'm wasting my time. Just look at this muddy slop! Clearly when 
the gods distributed artistic talent, I was in the outhouse.

Libra: The gods would have waited for you, I'm sure. But let's take a look... 
Oh... dear. Er, it's a portrait of Lissa, is that right? You picked an odd 
color for her face... And the left eye is rather...oblong. Still, a fine 
first effort! We can't expect to be perfect straightaway.

Avatar: ...It's a pegasus. And it's NOT my first try. It's my 100th.

Libra: Oh. ...Oh, dear.

Avatar: You don't have to say anything. I can see it in your face--I should 
just give up.

Libra: N-no, I wouldn't go that far!

Avatar: I would. Still, this little experiment helps me realize just how 
talented YOU are. I look at that picture you gave me every day, you know?

Libra: Not EVERY day, surely?

Avatar: Each night before I sleep! It fills me with a wonderful sense of 
peace.
I'm always worried it'll get damaged when we march, so I pack it very 
carefully.

Libra: You're the first person who's ever valued one of my works so highly.
And though pride be a sin, I'm...pleased that you treasure it so.
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Libra A

Avatar: *Sigh*

Libra: What's wrong, Avatar? You seem most upset.

Avatar: I am, Libra. I am... That wonderful drawing you gave me was torn to 
shreds. It's ruined completely.

Libra: During the last battle, I presume? When we were suddenly forced to 
break camp?

Avatar: Yes, exactly. I had no time to pack it away properly, and so...
Oh, I miss it already...

Libra: Don't get upset, Avatar. I can draw you another one.

Avatar: But you said you never draw pictures by request. Remember?

Libra: For you, I will be delighted to make an exception!

Avatar: Really? Oh, thank you! What will it be?!

Libra: Well, I haven't thought about it. What kind of picture would you like?

Avatar: How about a self-portrait?

Libra: Er, you want to hang a picture of me on your tent wall? The picture 
that you look at every night before sleeping?

Avatar: Why not? You are one of my closest friends, after all. Is that a 
problem?

Libra: Well, it's just that the last time I did a self-portrait, everyone 
thought it was a woman. Even after I specifically tried to play up my more 
manly features...

Avatar: That...must have been embarrassing.

Libra: Well, not that it matters. It's hardly my fault if people can't see 
the blindingly obvious, is it?

Avatar: Er, right. So, no self-portraits... How about a portrait of me, then?
It can be a keepsake for when I get old, to remind me I was once young and 
handsome!

Libra: A most challenging request, but I will pray that Naga guide my hand!

Avatar: Er, someone less understanding could take that the wrong way, you 
know...
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Henry* C

Henry: ...

Avatar: Henry? What are you doing? ...Why are you hunched over? Are you 
unwell? Is your stomach... Oh, gods, are you hurt?! Somebody, HELP! Henry's 
been-

Henry: Hey-o, Avatar! What's all the ruckus?

Avatar: Wait, you're... okay? You were all crouched down and quiet... I 
thought you were wracked with pain.

Henry: Nya ha ha! Nope! I'm completely fine.

Avatar: Ah, well, that's a relief... But, then, what were you doing?

Henry: Guess I was having way too much fun playing with this to notice you 
come in...

Avatar: What is it, some kind of- AAAAAAAAH!

Henry: Don't worry. It's perfectly safe! *poke, poke* See? Dead as a 
doornail.

Avatar: An arm?! A disembodied Risen arm?! Ew... Did you bring it back from 
the battlefield?

Henry: Yep. I was interested in seeing what makes them tick. I thought I'd 
perform a little dissection and get some "inside" information. Hey, why don't 
you examine it with me? Maybe we can discover some new weakness!

Avatar: Ugh! D-don't wave that thing in my face! I don't want it anywhere 
near me.

Henry: Suit yourself! Now where did I put that finger...?
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Henry B

Henry: Lah-di-da, do-di-doh, fee-fi-fo-fum, bom bom bom... 

Avatar: Henry, what are you drawing in the soil? A magic sigil? Do you mind 
me asking what it's for? I must say it looks rather sinister...

Henry: Aw, Avatar, you worry too much. It isn't sinister at all! Not one bit! 
I'm just going to use it to summon an army of Risen.

Avatar: Wh-what?!

Henry: If I get it to work, we can have them all fight on out behalf! Then we 
can sip tea for the rest of the war and collect the accolades once it's over.

Avatar: Well I understand the idea in theory. It could reduce casualties on 
our side... But there is one slight problem. Have you given any thought to 
how you'll control these soulless warriors?

Henry: Oh, they can't be controlled. You just let them loose to attack 
anything that moves. But we'll be safe so long as I draw the sigils far 
enough away from camp.

Avatar: WE might be safe, but won't they turn on local villages, wreaking 
death and mayhem?

Henry: Yeah, probably. Would be surprising if they didn't, actually. Still, 
we'd win the battle.

Avatar: Unacceptable. We cannot sacrifice innocent lives for the sake of 
victory.

Henry: See, now you're just not thinking logically. We've killed countless 
people in this war - what's a few more souls on the ledger?

Avatar: Those deaths were necessary. We had to kill our foes or be killed 
ourselves. But killing the enemy isn't the same as sacrificing innocents for 
victory.

Henry: Seems like an arbitrary line to me... But all right. You're the 
tactician! No more unholy summoning sigils.

Avatar: Good.
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Henry A

Avatar: Henry, I wanted to congratulate you on that last battle.

Henry: Oh?

Avatar: Yes. Especially when those Risen appeared out of nowhere. You placed 
the village at your back, even though it was tactically disadvantageous. By 
holding the line, you saved the lives of countless civilians.

Henry: Yeah, well, you said we shouldn't sacrifice innocents to win a battle.

Avatar: I know what I said, but I was surprised you'd taken it to heart.

Henry: Heh, I just do what I'm told.

Avatar: I didn't realize you were so obedient and... conscientious.

Henry: Heck, I always obey orders! Well, except for stupid ones like "don't 
fight the enemy." If someone tried to tell me that, I'd cut 'em in half and 
feed them to the crows!

Avatar: I... see... Well! We wouldn't want that happening to me, eh? Ha ha! 
...Ha.

Henry: Hey, you're looking a little pale and sweaty there. Everything okay?

Avatar: Oh, n-never mind that! I have another task for you. Would you help me 
organize my library of strategy books? I've accumulated so many recently, I 
just can't keep track of them.

Henry: You got it!
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Owain* C

Owain: ...I leap into the center of the enemy formation, blade drawn, and 
spin! I'm no longer a man, but a whirling dervish of death and steel!

Avatar: ...What are you doing, Owain?

Owain: Oh, greetings, Avatar. I'm chronicling the saga of Owain Dark, Avenger 
of Righteous Justice. It's a tale of blood and honor and me being generally 
amazing.

Avatar: Owain Dark?

Owain: A title bestowed upon me by the masses, born of equal parts fear and 
love! What began as rumot soon became legend, and my name spread throughout 
the world!

Avatar: Do people actually call you that? I mean, real people? Who exist?

Owain: ...Not yet. But they will!

Avatar: Well, it's good to dream big, I suppose.

Owain: Any man can dream. But only a legend can become a myth!

Avatar: Only a legend can become... You know what? Good for you. Whatever 
floats your boat, I say. But as a tactician, I'd advise against jumping into 
a pack of enemies.

Owain: HA HA HA! WORRY NOT, MORTAL!

Avatar: Gah?!

Owain: I spy a pack ten man strong and charge into the fray! One swipe, and 
two fall! I lock swords with the third... CHING! His guts spill forth upon 
the earth! As the fifth falls, the sixth flees, driven mad. A cut and a slash 
and three more are done! "I bear you no ill will," I cry as I slay. "Rest in 
peace! Or rest in PIECES!" As the dust settles, only two men yet stand. My 
showdown with the evil general begins!

Avatar: There's an evil general?

Owain: My sword flashes out, a flickering blur of cold blue steel. Ka-thwack! 
Schwing! "Ha ha ha! I'm impressed, General. No one has blocked that before." 
The general wobbles on unsteady feet and then drops to his knees in shame. 
"Mercy, Owain Dark! Have mercy on me! For I cannot abide another mighty 
blow!"

Avatar: (It's like watching some kind of bizarre one-man theater 
performance...)
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Owain B

Owain: Time to weave another brilliant tapestry of tactics for use in my 
future battles. Today, I run the gauntlet through the very heart of enemy 
territory: Castle Doom! Which means it's guaranteed to end with a dramatic 
rooftop showdown. All right. Here we go... I take the vanguard, sprinting 
toward the castle gates a step ahead of my allies!

Avatar: Hello, Owain. Are you... visualizing future combat scenarios again?

Owain: I am indeed, my inquisitive friend. And in this week's thrilling 
episode, I conquer Castle Doom!

Avatar: (Single-handedly, no doubt...)

Owain: What was that, Avatar?

Avatar: Nothing! Nothing at all.

Owain: Then let the carnage begin! The mission is simple: take the wicked 
lord of Castle Doom... alive! For he is the only one who know the location of 
the orphan hostages!

Avatar: Wait, why would anyone hold orphans hostage? Who would pay the rans-

Owain: But at the lord's side stands a stunning female knight of legendary 
skill. I don't have the luxury of a caustious fight. If we dance, the 
cowardly lord will flee! I trust my allies to guard the exits, and the 
rooftop duel commences!

Avatar: Wait, when did you get on the roof?

Owain: I lock eyes with a woman whose sword has toppled dynasties! Our blades 
meet, and in that instant we each understand the mettle of the other. She 
smiles then, a slender thing, as a single tear works down her cheek. "At 
last," she whispers, "a worthy foe."

Avatar: ...Yes? And then?! Don't stop when it's actually getting good!
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Owain A

Owain: Ahoy hoy, Avatar!

Avatar: Oh, hello, Owain.

Owain: Any interest in hearing the next episode in the ongoing saga of Owain 
Dark?

Avatar: Um... I don't know. I was going over these plans for our next bat-

Owain: Right then! This time we finish it, for once and for good! It's time 
to wrest peace from the clutches of evil!

Avatar: -tle. Okay, then. Never mind. I guess we'll all just be killed.

Owain: You say something?

Avatar: Nothing important.

Owain: Right then. Where were we? Ooh, yes! We left off at the big showdown 
between me and the legendary knight! Okay, so I beat her.

Avatar: ...That's it? You beat her...? Isn't that a bit, I don't know... 
anticlimactic?

Owain: She was good. No, great! But even she was no match for the fearsome 
Owain Dark! AND YET! Our tortured hero now finds himself in a shocking 
crisis!

Avatar: Here we go, that's more like it...

Owain: It seems the cowardly lord of Castle Doom is even stronger than his 
shapely knight! My allies drop their weapons and flee for their lives, 
leaving me as the only hope! We circle each other for what seems an eternity, 
then begin a clash for the ages! He raises his blade and brings it down with 
earth-shattering force! SCHWOO! But I leap to the side with feline grace, and 
his sword finds only air! He changes his grip and slashes upward, but is 
speared by my binding thrust!

Avatar: ...Oh. That wasn't so tough, was it?

Owain: Y-yeah, well, I read his intent by watching his right shoulder and 
leading foot. The speed of my thrust came from shifting my weight to the back 
leg.

Avatar: ...Huh. I'm surprised you put that much thought into the details.

Owain: You wound me, sir! The Saga of Owain Dark has always been a simulated 
training exercise. Every prudent warrior envisions possible scenarios and 
craft tactics to best them.

Avatar: So this is just your way of practicing sword forms?

Owain: ...Something like that, I guess. Except that my method is a lot more 
entertaining.

Avatar: I suppose people learn more quickly with a training style that suits 
them. I owe you an apology, Owain. I thought this was but egotistical fluff. 
You've shown me that there are as many ways to train as there are to fight.

Owain: I'm glad you finally ken the true genius of Owain Dark, mortal!

Avatar: You may make a legend after all, my friend. I look forward to 
watching your progress.

Owain: Owain Dark never disappoints. Just be sure to come back next time for 
the next thrilling installment!
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Laurent* C

Avatar: Hello, Laurent.

Laurent: Avatar.

Avatar: Catching up on your reading?

Laurent: Indeed.

Avatar: That's quite the book collection you've got.

Laurent: Thank you. I'm particularly avid in my acquisition of magical tomes. 
As you're well aware, they serve both as a mage's weapon and a history. Some 
tell of the ages of the gods; others are treatises on nature and its 
energies. Reading and analyzing their contents is an extremely satisfying 
pursuit.

Avatar: Combat know-how and abstract knowledge in one convenient package! I 
can certainly see the appeal.

Laurent: Just so. Though I am particularly drawn to tomes of a somewhat... 
peculiar nature.

Avatar: Peculiar how?

Laurent: Some tomes offer precious little in pracitcal use, but hide wildly 
entertaining powers. And whenever I find a book of that sort, I simply must 
acquire it for my collection.

Avatar: Useless, but entertaining powers, huh? So... different from attack 
spells and arcane curses and the like?

Laurent: Don't get me wrong- I am deeply interested in tomes of that nature 
as well. But the sort I speak of are cut from a different cloth altogether.

Avatar: Can you give me an example?

Laurent: Hmm... I fear words could not do them justice. Perhaps you'll allow 
me to select a few from my shelf to show you in person?

Avatar: Absolutely! I look forward to it.
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Laurent B

Laurent: Ah, Avatar.

Avatar: Hmm?

Laurent: Might I have a moment of your time?

Avatar: Of course.

Laurent: I brought a few examples of the useless but curious tomes I spoke of 
earlier.

Avatar: Ooh, right! The entertaining ones! I've been eager to have a look.

Laurent: Ha ha, excellent. Then let us begin! ...This tome conjures forth a 
whirlwind

Avatar: That's a sort of wind magic seeen in battle, isn't it? I'd hardly 
name it useless.

Laurent: Not when the whirlwind in question can fit atop the palm of one's 
hand. I assure you, it's as lethal as a kitten.

Avatar: You're kidding, that small?

Laurent: Shall we have a demonstration? ...Haah!

Avatar: Whoa! Look at the little guy go! It really does fit in your hand! 
...Ah! It disappeared!

Laurent: It is as short-lived as it is diminutive! And with zero practical 
value. Unless you find yourself in need of a light breeze on a warm, that is.

Avatar: Ha ha! Adorable...

Laurent: Next, an incantation that summons a faint magical light.

Avatar: That sounds like it would have plenty of practical applications as 
well. What's the catch?

Laurent: Very astute of you to ask. The speel is broken the moment the caster 
ceases the incantation. To make matters worse, the text dates all the way 
back to the dawn of magic. It's rife with words near impossible to say, and 
one mistake will leave you in the dark.

Avatar: Wow. Even magic was less convenient back in the old days...

Laurent: This beautiful thing is a tome of proximal telepathy.

Avatar: Telepathy? That sounds amazing! How does it work?

Laurent: I shall demonstrate. ...Huuup! (Well...? Can you hear my voice 
within your head?)

Avatar: Wha-?! You lips aren't moving, but I hear you in my mind! That's 
incredible, Laurent! How is THAT not useful?!

Laurent: ...GAAAAAAAAAASP! ...I fear the spell's effects last only as long as 
the caster holds his breath. What's more, the range extends only slightly 
past arm's length.

Avatar: Ha ha! I see! Speaking normally seems like the all-around winner, 
then. Still, hearing your voice echo inside my head... What a fascinating 
experience. Thank you for sharing all these with me, Laurent.

Laurent: My pleasure. There are others as well, each as hollow a novelty as 
the next.

Avatar: But you were certainly right about them being entertaining!

Laurent: I am glad you found them agreeable.

Avatar: Actually, I suppose providing a bit of fun IS a useful quality, isn't 
it?

Laurent: Hmm... Yes, I'm inclined to agree. It is precisely because they are 
so useless that they are so endearing.

Avatar: You say you have others like these, yes? Would you mind sharing them 
sometime?

Laurent: It would be my pleasure.
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Laurent A

Laurent: *Huff, huff* Avatar!

Avatar: Laurent? What's wrong? Has something happened?!

Laurent: *Pant* ...I've acquired a... new tome! There's talk it's an original 
manuscript thought to have been lost to the ages!

Avatar: Really? What does it do?!

Laurent: It conjures forth RAINBOWS!

Avatar: ...Like, a rainbow one might see after it rains? That's it?

Laurent: Yes, but it creates them from nothing! Rainless rainbows!

Avatar: I suppose that's impressive, but... Well actaully, I'm not sure. If 
you wanted to see a rainbow, you could just wait for it to rain like normal, 
no? Or perhaps acquire a prism from any local apothecary.

Laurent: Ah, but you're forgetting our previous conversations, Avatar. 
Sometimes the most useless of novelties can serve a vital purpose- as 
entertainment. Bringing calm and joy to a war-worn army sounds like powerful 
magic to me.

Avatar: Fair enough.

Laurent: Well, no time like the present. Stand back, and I'll begin the 
incantation immediately.

Avatar: Right...

Laurent: Luminous gods of earth and sky, cast thy tears upon us... May your 
fulgurous incandescence set each drop ablaze in chromatic exaltation! Arc of 
color, COME FORTH!

Avatar: Ah! Amazing! Laurent, you did it! You made a rainbow! Wait, so why... 
Pffffffaaa ha ha ha ha!

Laurent: Hmm? Strange, I don't see... Avatar, where is the rainbow? I don't 
see it in any corner of the sky.

Avatar: AAAAAAH HA HA HA!

Laurent: ...Avatar?

Avatar: Heha ha, d-down, Laurent! Look down!

Laurent: ...Waugh?! I nearly stepped on it! I've never seen such a minisule 
thing! It's scarcely the size of a mouse... Some ancient manuscript this is!

Avatar: Ha ha... Haaa... Hooooooo, boy! Maybe not calm, but as for joy, that 
gave me the best laugh I've had in weeks!

Laurent: ...I noticed.

Avatar: Well, I think it's a great addition to your collection. It certainly 
brouhgt a smile to this tired soldier's face.

Laurent: I'm thrilled to hear you say that.

Avatar: You should show these off to a bigger audience next time. I'm sure 
everyone would enjoy the show.

Laurent: Capital idea! I'll start the preparations at once. Thank you, 
Avatar!
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Brady* C

Avatar: Ah, there you are.

Brady: Lookin' for me, Avatar?

Avatar: We haven't had much chance to chat. I thought I'd rectify that.

Brady: Afraid I ain't much of a conversationalist. I'd probably bore ya 
stiff.

Avatar: I'm sure that's not true.

Brady: Plus, I got no place talkin' to an overachiever like you to begin 
with. We two just ain't a good fit, see?

Avatar: Well, what sort of person WOULD be a good fit?

Brady: Oh, I dunno. Maybe somebody like that... one fella. The one with the 
axe. ...Wait a sec, who do I usually talk to? Gotta be SOMEONE, right? Hells 
bells... Do I not have any friends?

Avatar: Wow, I, uh... I'm sorry I asked?

Brady: Augh, it's embarrassing enough without you pitying me! I guess I don't 
really have much in the way of buddies... But what I need is a mentor! 
Someone who know how a real organization works and does it all by the book. 
Yessir, it's ironclad hierarchy for me!

Avatar: You want an ironclad hierarchy?

Brady: Course! The sort of outfit I wanna be a part of is run by the boys up 
top. When the saps down below screw up, they get smacked back in line!

Avatar: Sounds like you'd make for a pretty stern boss.

Brady: Eventually, maybe. But I ain't planning to be the big cheese anytime 
soon. I'm the new kid. I want somebody who's gonna show me what's what. A guy 
with gravitas, yeah? Manly and tough, but dedicated. Little fire in his 
belly! The sort of fella what I can admire.

Avatar: Sounds pretty stoic.

Brady: Yeah, exactly! Stoic! Respect for authority mixed with a liberal dose 
of old-fashioned male bonding! The boss makes his boys into men, and the men 
defend the boss with their lives!

Avatar: Heh, well I guess the trick is finding the right boss, then.

Brady: I'm hoping to find somebody up for the job right in this here army.

Avatar: I can keep my eye out for likely candidates if you want.

Brady: Naw, forget it! This ain't the sort of thing what you can find lookin' 
for it. It's fate as much as anything else. I'll see who the stars lead me 
to.

Avatar: If you're sure...
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Brady B

Brady: Hmm... Everybody like him... They trust him as a tactician... His 
orders are so darn precise... He keeps the eye on the whole field... I know I 
wouldn't be scrappin' half as well if he wasn't telling me what to do. Plus 
the guy's a beast in combat, always defending the rest of us...

Avatar: Hmm? Who's that over there...?

Brady: I think I've found my man!

Avatar: Oh, hello, Brady? What'd you find?

Brady: Wha--?! Avatar! ...N-no, nothin'.

Avatar: You sure? If there's something on your mind, I'm always happy to 
listen.

Brady: ...Okay, well... When you make a plan, what's the most important 
thing?

Avatar: Huh? Where's this coming from?

Brady: Don't clam up now, just answer the question.

Avatar: Hmm... I suppose it's finding a clear path.

Brady: A path's an awfully literal answer. I was expecting something... I 
dunno. Fluffier. "Faith in one another" or "ties that bind." That sorta 
malarkey. Or at least some kinda wacky concept like "efficiency" or 
"finesse."

Avatar: I think everything you just mentioned is important. But I view my job 
as charting a path from wherever we are to victory. That way, when I give out 
the directions, there's a context. A logical continuity. I'd say that's first 
and foremost for me.

Brady: So you DO mean it as more of an abstract thing!

Avatar: Well, literal roads are important too, but yes. I'm navigating our 
way through this war, but everyone else is on the ship. We all share in the 
journey, so I need to be sure we agree on the course.

Brady: So it's important it has a "logical continuity"... Huh.

Avatar: Does that answer your question?

Brady: I dunno. Gimme some time to mull it over. ...Alone.

Avatar: I wonder what that was all about?
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Brady A

Brady: Hey, Avatar! I want to be yer boy, and I want you to make me a man!

Avatar: ...I'm sure I must be misunderstanding you.

Brady: I want you to be the boss what keeps me in line! Remember? We talked 
about this! I've been looking for someone I could lay my life down for in 
this here army. A mentor! A big cheese who shows me the ropes!

Avatar: Riiight. I remember that much.

Brady: Well, I decided YOU'RE gonna be that someone! Sure, you're not exactly 
the gruff, manly type, and "gravitas" ain't a word I'd use... But what you 
said before, about seeing a clear path? It kinda got me right here.

Avatar: Er, I'm flattered, but I don't know if I'm the sort of superhuman 
you're looking for.

Brady: Whoa, whoa. Hold it right there. A boss has gotta ACT like a boss, you 
know? Have some bravado. Some swagger! Never play modest, especially in front 
of the boys! Now, let's try this again. Lay some orders on me, boss! Lemme 
have it!

Avatar: I'm still not really sure what you're looking for me to do here...

Brady: Put me to work! Send me on errands! Whatever ya needs! If anyone in 
the camp's givin' you lip, lemme smack 'em around. Fellas? Dames? Old ladies? 
Don't matter none to ol' Brady!

Avatar: I don't want anybody smacked around!

Brady: When you walk around camp, I'll be one step ahead, clearin' your path. 
When you go to eat, I'll shoo people away from your special table!

Avatar: It's starting to sound like you want a gang kingpin, not a mentor.

Brady: Exactly! You'd be the boss, which would make me your second! All I ask 
is that ya work me ragged. If I can draw my last breath after taking an arrow 
for ya, I'll be happy!

Avatar: What?! I don't want you dying, for me or otherwise!

Brady: ...What, I don't make the cut? Not good enough to be one of your boys?

Avatar: Ugh, Brady...

Brady: Yeah, boss?! Whaddya need? Just name it!

Avatar: I'll do my best to mentor you, but not in the way you're thinking. 
I'm not looking for "boys," and I don't want to be anyone's "boss." I want 
everyone here to support each other as equals. Not as pawns and kingpins.

Brady: ...Sure I can't change your mind? We could get a gang together...

Avatar: We have a gang together, Brady! Our army, a field of equals. I 
consider all of you brothers and sisters--peers--as should you. We're already 
bound together, and that's not going to change.

Brady: Fair enough, boss. Er, Avatar. After all, I wouldn't have chose to 
serve ya if ya didn't have a magnanimous streak.

Avatar: Brady, I just said...

Brady: Oh, I heard ya. And don't worry. In my heart of hearts, you're still 
the boss, even if ya wanna just be small potatoes.

Avatar: Thanks, Brady. Not exactly what I was hoping for, but I'll take it. 
I'm proud to consider you a friend, as well as an ally.

Brady: Heh, I guess if I can't have a boss, I'll settle for a partner.

Avatar: Welcome to the gang, Brady.
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Yarne* C

Yarne: Yeesh, that last battle got pretty hairy,,, My knees are shaking just 
thinking back. One wrong step, and I would've been-

Avatar: Ah! Yarne. Good, I found you.

Yarne: GAH! D-don't DO that, Avatar!

Avatar: Do... what, exactly? Did I startle you? I apologize...

Yarne: No, it's... Sorry, you're fine. Don't worry about it.

Avatar: You all right, Yarne? You know you can talk to me if something's 
bothering you, right?

Yarne: ...Did you need me for something?

Avatar: ...Well, I just wanted to talk to you about that last fight. Can you 
explain what happened? Why you fled halfway through the battle? You were more 
than a match for that foe. It should have been an easy victory.

Yarne: Maybe so, but there are no guarantees in war. You can never be too 
careful... I'm the last of the taguel, you know?! When I get to thinking I 
might go extinct, my whole body just locks up!

Avatar: So that's it.

Yarne: I can't take the fear. And if it's not the fear, it's the pressure!

Avatar: I can understand the survival instinct, especially to protect the 
taguel line. But in some situations, running like that can actually harm your 
chances for survival. Sometimes the only way out is through. You have to 
brace and face danger head-on.

Yarne: My head knows that, but sometimes my body just disagrees. I WANT to 
fight. Honest, I do, but...

Avatar: ...But the fate of an entire race is riding on your shoulders. I 
understand. Look, there's no rush. No one's asking you to become fearless 
overnight. But it's a serious issue, so I do ask you think hard on it and how 
it can be solved.

Yarne: ...All right. I will.
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Yarne B

Yarne: Hey, Avatar. I've been giving you a lot of thought to what you said 
before...

Avatar: How sometimes running away can be more dangerous than standing your 
ground?

Yarne: Right.

Avatar: I'm glad to hear that. But like I said, we needn't rush a solution...

Yarne: But I think I have one. I've thought on it, and I don't see running 
away as cowardice. You know what's riding on my shoulders. It's being the 
last of the taguel bloodline. That's too important to risk. I don't belong on 
the front lines. As the last surviving member, my first priority should be 
staying alive. ...Is that so wrong?

Avatar: Not at all. I don't want you to be reckless with your life either. 
But you carry more than just taguel blood. You carry their spirit. Have you 
ever stopped to think about how your ancestors lived their lives? Or asked 
yourself if they would want you to run?

Yarne: How do you mean?

Avatar: They were persecuted and hunted down. Each and every one had to fight 
to live. If they had all chosen to give up and flee, I bet you wouldn't be 
here right now.

Yarne: You... you think so?

Avatar: I do. And soon the day will come when you have to fight as well. 
Running from the fear of extinction was never what kept the taguel alive. And 
frankly, I don't think it will help restore your race in the future.

Yarne: ..... Maybe... Maybe you're right. I need time to think...
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Yarne A

Avatar: Yarne!

Yarne: Y-yes?

Avatar: You were amazing out there today! I've never seen you so brave!

Yarne: Ha! I was mostly just desperate.

Avatar: Well, the hole you punched in the enemy line let us evacuate all our 
wounded safely. A half-dozen people owe you their lives!

Yarne: I'm glad I could help. I sure didn't like a hero, though. I barely 
knew what I was doing. Even now, it's all a little hazy...

Avatar: You should be proud! Have some confidence! Everyone was impressed. 
Sounds like the legacy of the taguel warriors lives on!

Yarne: I'm really glad to hear that, Avatar. Especially from you. I couldn't 
have come this far without your help.

Avatar: What? This is all your hard work.

Yarne: When you told me I carried more than just taguel blood, it clicked. 
I'm carrying their history and their pride. And that's just as important as 
blood.

Avatar: You sound like you've changed.

Yarne: I'll be honest. When the enemy is running at me, I'm still quaking in 
my fur... But then I hear what you said echo in my head, and it steels my 
nerves.

Avatar: Well, I'm certainly glad to hear it.

Yarne: I'll give everythin I can to do my heritage proud!

Avatar: In my eyes, you already have, Yarne. You already have.
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Inigo* C

Inigo: Hello, Avatar. You busy?

Avatar: No, not really. Did you need a favor?

Inigo: Ha ha! No, it's nothing like that. I just figured it wouldn't kill me 
to spend time with the fellas once in a while.

Avatar: Ha! You mean instead of chasing girls hit her and yon? Yes, I'd say 
taking a break once in a while is definitely healthy.

Inigo: Oh! Speaking of healthy, did you try that vegetable cantina in the 
last town? You would not BELIEVE how cute the serving wench was!

Avatar: You're taking a break from chasing girls, to talk with me 
about...chasing girls?

Inigo: She actually blushed when I said hello. Talk about sweet? I could 
bottle that! You can't tell me you wouldn't want to share a cup of tea with a 
lady like that? Plus if she's blushing, that usually means she's interested. 
Grrrawl!

Avatar: I...suppose so? So what happened next? Did you have that cup of tea?

Inigo: ...Alas, she dashed my hopes. I asked when her shift ended, and she 
said "After your bedtime"! Ha! But what a wit! Ah ha! Ah ha! ...Ha.

Avatar: She must get many such requests. Perhaps she's simply tired of them.

Inigo: Or perhaps I just need to ask with more confidence! Ladies love 
confidence.

Avatar: Heh, you don't let much slow you down, do you?

Inigo: I can't waste time moping about one rejection when so many ladies 
remain! Still, thanks for cheering me on, Avatar!

Avatar: ...Is that what I was doing?
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Inigo B

Inigo: Heeeeey, Avatar!

Avatar: Well, you sound chipper, Inigo.

Inigo: Of course! Nothing scares the ladies away like a frown, so I'm all 
smiles, all the time!

Avatar: It always comes back to that, doesn't it?

Inigo: Oh, that reminds me! So I told you about that restaurant I ate at, 
right? The one with the cute waitress?

Avatar: Let me guess: you met another woman there.

Inigo: She was absolutely gorgeous! And sitting just one bench away!

Avatar: How did I know?

Inigo: Well, we both finished eating, but right before I turn on the ol' 
Inigo charm... This huge knight lumbers up and gives me the stink eye! Well, 
actually he started yelling in some weird language and waving a sword around. 
But that's close enough to the stink eye where I come from.

Avatar: Sounds like you made a narrow escape.

Inigo: Ha! I know! I was out of there like a greased pig at the harvest 
festival. Even I'm not crazy enough to hit on another man's special lady 
friend.

Avatar: This could be a good learning experience. Maybe next time you'll 
think twice before leering at every woman you see.

Inigo: Oh no! The way I see it, each failure is just more practice for my 
next encounter! And speaking of which, there's this redhead...

Avatar: ...This boy is utterly hopeless. Still, I guess everyone needs a 
hobby. I just hope he doesn't end up on the end of a lance one day...

Inigo: Avatar? Avatar, are you listening to this?
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Inigo A

Inigo: Say, Avatar! Got a minute?

Avatar: Sure, what is it?

Inigo: You have to listen to my tale of woe!

Avatar: I bet I know how it ends...

Inigo: I'd been hearing rave reviews about a new tavern in town, so I went 
for lunch. And it was amazing! Even better than what I'd heard, honestly.

Avatar: Oh? What's the name? I'd love to try it. And I must say, I'm 
surprised. I thought for sure you'd tell me about some wom--

Inigo: ANYWAY! When I finished eating, I went to give my compliments to the 
chef... And she was a TOTAL KNOCKOUT!

Avatar: ...Right.

Inigo: I told her how much I enjoyed the food, and her face just lit up! We 
started talking about the culinary arts, and things took off from there.

Avatar: Didn't you say something about this being a tale of woe?

Inigo: Well, at one point I mentioned how smokin' hot she was. Innocent 
compliment, right? Apparently not, because boy, was she mad! I apologized 
right away, but she wouldn't have it. She said I was more interested in her 
body than her food. Then she said she'd rather sleep in an iron maiden than 
talk to me again! ...Er, and she may have also mentioned something about a 
chastity belt.

Avatar: I suppose she wanted to be acknowledged for her skill more than her 
appearance.

Inigo: You mean she thought I had an ulterior motive for complimenting her 
cooking? Boy, you tacticians really are smart. After outwitting enemy 
generals, I bet the ladies must be easy prey.

Avatar: ...You get slapped a lot, don't you, Inigo?

Inigo: Oh yeah, all the time. I mean, when I'm not getting kneed in the 
groin. Still, I really did mean what I said. She was an amazing chef.

Avatar: So the bit about her looks was... what then? Habit?

Inigo: Exactly! Habit! ...And THAT'S why I have to go apologize to her right 
now.

Avatar: I really don't know if that's a good--

Inigo: I'll apologize for the comment and tell her I loved her cooking. AND 
I'll tell her it would be delicious even if she was ugly enough to scare a 
wyvern!

Avatar: That's... um... not really... Oh dear.

Inigo: I flirt because I love, you know. The last thing I want to do is hurt 
people.

Avatar: Then perhaps you should stop hitting on every woman in sight?

Inigo: What? ...Don't be silly! It would be cruel to let one mistake deprive 
all other women of my charms!

Avatar: I suppose there's a kind of respectability in passion, even if it's 
horribly misguided.

Inigo: Ooh, what a great line. ...Mind if I use it?
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Gerome* C

Avatar: Say, Gerome? I've been meaning to ask you something for a while 
now...

Gerome: .....

Avatar: Why do you always wear that mask?

Gerome: .....

Avatar: Is it merely for show, or does it have a deeper meaning?

Gerome: .....

Avatar: I'd appreciate some kind of response, if it's not too much 
trouble...? After all, we are comrades-in-arms.

Gerome: This will sound rude, but I have no desire to talk to you. Or anyone. 
I'm trying to associate as little as possible with anyone from this era.

Avatar: Oh? Why is that?

Gerome: For people from the future, like me, this world seems unreal. A 
dream. We are not meant to be here. This is not our place.

Avatar: Yes, but-

Gerome: No. The safest thing is tp avoid contact as much as possible.

Avatar: I understand we are divided by time and history. But isn't that all 
the more reason to reach across the chasm and forge bonds?

Gerome: What you suggest is impossible. Now leave me be.

Avatar: Very well. I will leave it there, for now. But we will discuss this 
again, you and I.
(Avatar leaves)

Gerome: .....
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Gerome B

Avatar: Greeting, Gerome.

Gerome: I told you, I want nothing to do with you.

Avatar: Yes, I remember. And I'll try to honor that as best I can. But, 
please, do me one favor- tell me why you always wear that mask. It has 
something to do with combat, doesn't it? That must be the reason.

Gerome: It is indeed for battle. By masking my face, I can prevent the enemy 
from reading my emotions.

Avatar: Ah! To keep an enemy guessing about your intentions confers a decided 
advantage. Much like the "fog of war" that strategists exploit to confound 
and unbalance a foe.

Gerome: It also makes it harder for the foe to read the target for my next 
attack. I'm prepared to exploit any tactic that gives me an edge in battle.

Avatar: But it must also narrow your field of vision, yes? Make it easier to 
be caught unaware?

Gerome: And I must make up for that drawback through rigorous training. I 
have honed my instincts and senses to their absolute limits. The movement of 
the wind, the scent of sweat, the whisper of steel through air... I can sense 
these from any direction, even obscured by the mask. This is why I need no 
battle companions. My skill is more than enough.

Avatar: Hmm... The mask hides your emotions from foes on the battlefield... 
But I imagine it also serves to hide your inner self from allies as well?

Gerome: I fight without allies.

Avatar: I know you have made yourself strong enough to survive in this world 
alone. But is mere survival the only goal worth striving for?

Gerome: Of course not. My ultimate aim is victory over evil.

Avatar: Then you are going about it entirely the wrong way.

Gerome: Explain yourself.

Avatar: It's obvious, isn't it? Imagine that you, and you alone, survive. 
Around you lay the cooling bodies of foe and comrade alike. You are 
completely, utterly alone. Now ask yourself this: is that a victory worth 
winning?

Gerome: You twist my words.

Avatar: .....

Gerome: Hmph. Then the sermon is over? You weave a lovely tapestry with your 
words, master tactician. But talk is cheap. In the real world, where I must 
live, power is everything. Power is right, it is truth, it is victory. And 
I'll prove as much on the battlefield.

Avatar: Surely you do not truly believe that...
(Gerome leaves)
Avatar: I only pray he learns before it is too late...
=====================================================
Gerome A

Avatar: Gerome.

Gerome: What do you want, Avatar?

Avatar: I've been watching you more closely on the battlefield.

Gerome: And?

Avatar: Your strength and ability are more than my words can do justice. Your 
battlefield feats would seem to validate your methods. I underestimated you, 
and for that, I apologize.

Gerome: Actually...

Avatar: Yes?

Gerome: Do you remember when I told you I wanted nothing to do with people 
with people from this era? It was true when I said it... but perhaps I went 
too far in avoiding your kind.

Avatar: Oh?

Gerome: I've learned a lot from these grueling battles, about myself as much 
as anything. Why do I crave battle? Why do I seek power with such single-
minded purpose? Once I thought to ask the questions, the answer was clear 
enough... I was raised in a nightmarish world haunted by the ghouls called 
Risen. I have SEEN the future and would do anything in my power to unmake it.

Avatar: I understand.

Gerome: But I see now that I cannot build this future alone, no matter how 
strong I am. Until we unite, peace shall forever elude our grasp.

Avatar: You are wiser than I credited you, Gerome. The task before us is 
indeed far too great for any one man. We must transform this world, change 
history, AND overcome fate!

Gerome: Do you think it's possible?

Avatar: I do, so long as we all work together. We must rely on the ties that 
bind us. We must lend each other aid, support each other, and act as one. 
Then, there is hope.

Gerome: There is wisdom in your words, tactician. Perhaps I should spend more 
time listening to people of this age.

Avatar: Heh, I like to think we have our moments.
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Basilio* C

Avatar: Ah, Basilio. Hello.

Basilio: Greeting, Avatar. What can I do for you?

Avatar: I wanted to ask you something about your days as the reigning khan. 
Is it true you used to leave the castle and strike out on journeys?

Basilio: Aye, that I did, when the mood took me! Why, do you think it 
foolhardy for a ruler to venture outside his castle walls?

Avatar: Of course I do! Even if your post was only temporary, you were lord 
of the realm. What if you were to run into trouble?

Basilio: IF? Bwa ha ha! Oh, my boy! Khan Regnant Basilio ALWAYS ran into 
trouble! And he always made it home in one piece.

Avatar: You can't be serious!

Basilio: Well, I'm sure as hell not making it up for YOUR benefit!

Avatar: No, of course not. It's just that... Well, I'm flabbergasted, truth 
be told.

Basilio: Pah, it wasn't any momentous event. I often went roamin' by myself, 
in fact.

Avatar: Alone?! Without even the kingsguard?! What fools allowed you to take 
such risk?! If I'd been on your council, I would never have permitted you to 
wander off like that!

Basilio: That's exactly what my counselors said. ...So I never told 'em I was 
going! Ha!

Avatar: You left without escort AND without telling the council where you 
were going?!

Basilio: It wasn't easy, mind. I had to pull a few tricks.

Avatar: Tricks?

Basilio: Yep. Come here, lean in close... *whisper, whisper*

Avatar: No! Really?! With THAT? You're pulling my leg!

Basilio: Keep your voice down, fool!

Avatar: Oh, right. Sorry. But...

Basilio: A man can solve most any problem, so long as he's willing to think 
around corners. Remember that, Avatar, when you get lost in your maps and 
dusty old books! BWAAA HA HA!
(Basilio leaves)

Avatar: ...Was that a joke? I don't get it?
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Basilio B

Avatar: Basilio?

Basilio: Oh-ho! Avatar strikes again! What can I do for you?

Avatar: I was thinking about your cladestine adventures when something struck 
me... How did you pay for all the costs? You'd have inns, provisions, 
horses...

Basilio: Easy! I'd hire myself out as a sellsword or join a traveling theater 
troupe.

Avatar: ...The reigning khan was consorting onstage with ACTORS?!

Basilio: Would've been hell to pay if I were caught, but looking back now, it 
just seems funny! Remind me to tell you about a little mishap with a cat and 
a sandbag! Bwaaa ha ha!

Avatar: Yes, I'm sure it was a laugh riot.

Basilio: Gods, but I miss my travelin' days. I grew so bored sitting in that 
drafty castle... Sometimes, a man needs spice in his life! A mug in his hand, 
a lady on his arm... Sure wouldn't kill you to let your hair down 
occasionally, Avatar!

Avatar: I am the tactician for an entire army. I don't have time for solo 
adventures.

Basilio: No, I suppose not. Especially with this blasted war dragging on.

Avatar: Exactly. I'm glad you appreciate-

Basilio: So what about a woman? You've got time for that, surely?

Avatar: Good heavens!

Basilio: Heh heh. Come now, boy! Don't tell me it hasn't crossed your mind. 
There're some fine ladies in this army, no? Surely one or two of them tickle 
your fancy.

Avatar: Well, I... That is to say... We are not having this conversation! I 
have vital matters of strategy to ponder.

Basilio: Don't get testy with me now, boy! Especially not when I'm about to 
share my fail-proof tip for meeting ladies...

Avatar: ...I really should get back.

Basilio: Hush now, and lean in close! It's all about... *whisper, whisper*

Avatar: N-no! Really?! That actually works?!

Basilio: Ha ha ha! Well, I'll leave the rest to you and your imagination. 
Good luck!
(Basilio leaves)

Avatar: ...It truly frightens me to think that man once led an entire nation.
=====================================================
Basilio A

Basilio: Ahoy there, Avatar!

Avatar: Ah, Basilio.

Basilio: I bet you haven't pulled your nose out of those tactical plans since 
we last spoke.

Avatar: Yes, well, I'm afraid I haven't had much time for jollying around.

Basilio: Pah. You're wound up so tight it's a wonder your arsse doesn't 
explode! Still, you're in good company, I suppose. Chrom and his gang are 
busy just the same.

Avatar: Indeed. When this war is over, I think we're all going to take time 
to unwind.

Basilio: You might be an old man by then! Nay, boy, you need to have fun 
while you're still YOUNG! It isn't just about amusing yourself. It's about 
making friends! Forging ties!

Avatar: Yes, I... I suppose you have a point.

Basilio: If you don't take time to chat with friends, you forget how to be 
persuasive. Now you tell me- what use is a tactician who can't convince 
soldiers to obey him?

Avatar: ...You certainly make a strong case. Very well. I will try to be 
more... sociable.

Basilio: You're missing my point, you thick-skulled ninny! It's not about 
TRYING anything! You just need to make time for your friends and have some 
fun! That's all.

Avatar: Er, do you have any suggestions? Specifics would be useful...

Basilio: One or two, one or two. Here, lean in close... *whisper, whisper*

Avatar: WHAT?! You must be joking, sir! I... I couldn't do THAT! NEVER!

Basilio: Sure you could! You just need to lay the groundwork properly.

Avatar: How so?

Basilio: Come on, you're the master tactician! What do you do before a fight? 
Marshal your men, prepare your weapons. match strengths to weaknesses, and 
strike!

Avatar: I don't see the connection...

Basilio: BWA HA HA! By the gods, youth is wasted on the young! Just think 
about it, fool!
(Basilio leaves)

Avatar: But, I still don't understand how I'm supposed to have fun if... He 
is a baffling man. A bold warrior, but a baffling man... *Sigh* In any case, 
where's my map for the next battle? Ah... So, if we deploy here...
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Gangrel* C

Avatar: Ah. Greetings, Gangrel.

Gangrel: Avatar.

Avatar: Why the solemn face?

Gangrel: ...I was reflecting on times past.

Avatar: You mean, when you were king?

Gangrel: Yes... Thinking back, I realize that perhaps my rule was overly 
harsh. ... Wicked, even.

Avatar: That's fair. Perhaps a bit of an understatement, but...

Gangrel: Hah! You don't mince words, do you?

Avatar: It would be silly to deny it. We fought and overthrew you for that 
very reason.

Gangrel: I would expect a man of your caliber to say nothing else. But I had 
my reasons, you know. We were threatened by Valm and Walhart. But if I could 
somehow unite us...

Avatar: By "we," I assume you refer to Ylisse, Regna Ferox, and Plegia?

Gangrel: It was a desperate time. None of us knew how far Valm might go. But 
if I could subjugate the continent and build one mighty empire... Them maybe 
we could halt their advance. ... Or at least, that's how I saw it.

Avatar: Yours was a brutal reign that terrorized your subjects and your 
neighbors. An alliance built on intimidation and threats is doomed to failure 
from the beginning.

Gangrel: Don't lecture me, you arrogant whelp! I didn't say I was right! I 
was blinded by circumstances and unable to see any other way... Bah! Why am I 
explaining myself to you? What do you know of running a nation?!

Avatar: Well, I suppose I don't.

Gangrel: Pff... Enough of this.
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Gangrel B

Avatar: Gangrel?

Gangrel: Avatar.

Avatar: What are you doing out here all alone?

Gangrel: Nothing in particular.

Avatar: Thinking about the past again?

Gangrel: ...I thought I had good reasons for my war. Avatar, I swear I did. 
But in the end, it was Chrom and you lot who stopped Valm.

Avatar: We did, didn't we?

Gangrel: I smug grin does not suit you, tactician! In my mad quest for 
strength, I unleashed horror upon thousands of innocents... How many have I 
killed? How many families did I rend apart? ...And for what? For nothing.

Avatar: I cannot argue. What you did is difficult to forgive, or forget...

Gangrel: How does it feel to be so untainted by mistakes that you can judge 
others?

Avatar: If you truly started a war to try and save your people, you should 
own the deed. Your time would be better spent on things besides self-pity.

Gangrel: Oh? Then tell me, wise one, what "things" should I be doing?

Avatar: You can join us in bringing peace to the land once and for all. You 
could wallow in the past the rest of your days; you will find no absolution 
there.

Gangrel: You words are daggers, Avatar... But only because they ring true.

Avatar: And so?

Gangrel: I'm a king no longer--just a mad dog roaming the land without a 
leash. I should rouse myself and fight for peace because you say so?! Bah! I 
don't need one of Chrom's lackeys to give me purpose! Look out, world! This 
time, I've got a better plan! A whole new outlook!

Avatar: That sounds more like the Gangrel I know. In a good way...

Gangrel: GYAAAAAA! Gangrel is back, and he's spoiling for a fight!

Avatar: For once, I'm happy to hear that.
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Gangrel A

Gangrel: Gwa ha ha! If it isn't my good friend, Avatar!

Avatar: Hello, Gangrel.

Gangrel: Did you see the shock on that Risen's face? He wasn't expecting 
THAT! Hya ha!

Avatar: Sadly, I didn't have the chance before you lopped off his head. You 
certainly have become quite the force on the battlefield as of late.

Gangrel: Bwa ha ha! And you know who we have to thank for it? YOU! You and 
your barbed words that finally goaded me into action!

Avatar: Glad to be of service... But that does remind me of something...

Gangrel: What might that be?

Avatar: You once worshipped Grima, correct? As a member of the Grimleal?

Gangrel: Pah, those wrinkled old warts with their dusty tomes? I was Grimleal 
in name only. Course, it was the faith of the realm, so I knew most of its 
rituals.

Avatar: Religion can be a powerful tool for uniting people behind a single 
cause. I wager Aversa used it to convince your subjects to take up arms?

Gangrel: ...Perhaps. But in the end, I'd say she used me as much as anyone.

Avatar: And what did the people of Plegia really think of the faith?

Gangrel: Think? Ha! They DIDN'T think! Between my iron-fisted rule and 
Aversa's inquisitions, they had no choice about it. ... But as I said, it was 
a cruel time.

Avatar: Your people were cowed by your political might, but the temples 
offered solace...

Gangrel: Ah, yes. The solace of the damned.

Avatar: Thank you, Gangrel.

Gangrel: Hmm? What for?

Avatar: We can't help the people of Plegia if we don't understand their 
situation. Our cause is simple--to save this world and all the people in it. 
And that includes the poor wretches of Plegia who remain in the thrall of 
Grima.

Gangrel: ...You are an odd one. Plegia has given you hardship and horror, and 
yet you would fight to save us. I'm almost impressed.

Avatar: Now is not the time for recriminations or revenge. If we are to save 
the world, we must band together with every willing soul. We must be prepared 
to offer forgiveness.

Gangrel: Gwa ha ha! I see it's not just barbs on your tongue, but honey as 
well! You are right. There'll be time aplenty for judgment in the next life.

Avatar: Exactly.

Gangrel: If I want to right past wrongs, how better than to save my own 
people? Gangrel will return, not as a tyrant, but as a liberator!

Avatar: Indeed. The road to redemption is long, but it begins with a single 
step.
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Walhart* C

Avatar: Are you here all by yourself, Walhart?

Walhart: Hmph.

Avatar:...*Cough* *Ahem* Well, since we're allies now, I was thinking we 
might talk... ...Um, yes. Of course, if it is too much trouble, I could just 
leave you be...

Walhart: We shall talk if you wish it, tactician. Let us discuss military 
matters.
In your opinion, what is the key element needed to secure victory?

Avatar: Oh! I wasn't expecting a quiz! Ha ha ha... Er, ha.

Walhart: I will have your answer now. A strategist should already have an 
opinion on such a fundamental question.

Avatar: Yes, you're right, of course... Well, I'd say fostering the bonds 
between soldiers is the most important.

Walhart: A tepid answer more suited to mewling babes than men of combat! The 
key to victory is power, tactician. Overwhelming power.

Avatar: I see.

Walhart: Power to smash your enemies. Power to subjugate their people. Or, if 
necessary, the power to wipe them both out entirely.

Avatar: But victory gained through might alone often brings insurrection in 
its wake. It sows discontent and discord, which become the seeds of a new 
war.

Walhart: If discord arises, it only means you had insufficient power in the 
first place. With truly overwhelming might, such trivial obstacles can be 
brushed aside.
But then you think "bonds" matter. I do not expect you to understand such 
things.

Avatar: To a man such as yourself, my method seems ludicrous. I understand 
that.
But you will soon see for yourself the importance of unit cohesion, of bonds.
You are one of use now--a member of the Shepherds and a comrade-in-arms.

Walhart: I am none of these things. I am a wraith set loose to destroy all 
who block the path. ...But I admit, your thinking intrigues me. We will meet 
again and continue this, Avatar. That didn't sound like a question, but sure, 
I'd like that.
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Walhart B

Walhart: Greetings, tactician.

Avatar: Hello, Walhart.

Walhart: Have you though about our discussion? Do you see now the error of 
your thinking? Surely you know now that bonds of friendship are irrelevant to 
victory.

Avatar: No. I believe in them more than ever.

Walhart: Hmph. Then I am wasting my breath. Overwhelming power is the only 
thing that will enable men to build true power!

Avatar: True peace?

Walhart: One that is unshakable and invulnerable. One that lasts for all 
eternity. If we are to eradicate war, we must destroy all borders. Tear down 
the nation-state. Eradicate all notion of religion. Bring everything under 
one rule, and we can stamp out the strife that fuels war.

Avatar: Hmm... Perhaps your vision has merit.

Walhart: Of course it does. Think of the possibilities! With my might and 
your tactical mind, we could conquer this world. Though sheer strength of 
mind, steel, and will, we would make it whole.

Avatar: War on that scale would inflict death and suffering on uncountable 
innocents. I could not be party to such horror, no matter how noble the goal.

Walhart: Think bigger! If we were to succeed, we would eliminate all future 
wars!
What is the sacrifice of even a million people if it builds a golden eternal 
future?
What are they when weighed against peace and safety for future generations to 
come?

Avatar: But war is not a matter of numbers and balances!

Walhart: And I say it is! You do not display the same distaste for war when 
it comes to slaying your enemies. Your cunning killed many of my men. Where 
were your qualms then? ...Yes, exactly. You had no qualms, for you valued 
those lives less than others. THAT is the matter of numbers and balances, 
tactician! THAT is war! We are the same, you and I, even if you would pretend 
otherwise.

Avatar: N-no, that's not...

Walhart: Think, tactician! Look at what you do. You cannot save everyone. No 
man can! So you place every life on the balance, and like a god, you decide.
"This man here shall live... This man here shall die..." Someday, you will 
learn this truth: might rules, or nothing does. ...We shall talk of this 
again. Until then, farewell.
(Walhart leaves)

Avatar: B-but, it's not like that... ...Is it?
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Walhart A

Avatar: Walhart.

Walhart: Tactician.

Avatar: I wonder if we might talk.

Walhart: Something troubles you. I can see it in your men. Do your hand-
wringing on your own time. Do not wast mine with it.

Avatar: I am trying to determine what is the right thing to do, and what I 
should believe in. If that is hand-wringing in your eyes, then so be it. I 
came only to seek advice.

Walhart: You hem and haw like an old maid. I thought you were more decisive 
than this!

Avatar: I have considered your arguments carefully, and they have a 
compelling logic. Nevertheless, I cannot agree. The world you paint leaves no 
room for human compassion or feeling. People are merely values arrayed on a 
playing field.

Walhart: You speak of my willingness to sacrifice the few for the greater 
good. I concede my approach is ruthless and calculating. But so is the 
battlefield.

Avatar: We cannot allow ourselves the luxury of denying our own humanity! 
Yes, it would be easy to treat deaths like so many numbers on a balance... 
But the loss of even one life is a terrible tragedy--an enormity beyond 
reckoning. We are meant to save people, and that is what we must do. We fight 
alongside friends. Stout allies. Stalwart comrades. A world without such 
friendship is no world I want, no matter how safe it may be. ...I am sorry. 
But on this matter, I will not change my mind.

Walhart: Well well. A rousing speech indeed... We shall do it your way.

Avatar: You changed your mind, just like that?

Walhart: YOU defeated ME, tactician! Remember? Clearly, yours is the truer 
path. You have proven yourself the mightier, and therefore I must bend to 
your will. It is a simple matter.

Avatar: But... then why did you argue?

Walhart: Because I wanted to test the strength of your convictions. As long 
as your belief is firm, I will follow the path you set. But those convictions 
waver? If your beliefs are beset with doubt? Then Walhart will again rise up 
and demand his voice be heard!

Avatar: The code you hold is shocking in its intensity, Walhart. But in time, 
I truly believe you will come to accept the wisdom of my way.

Walhart: I will march by your side and grant my all to your cause. Let us see 
if you have the strength to change my mind!

Avatar: I plan to do exactly that.
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Yen'fay* C

Avatar: Yen'fay? Might I have a word?

Yen'fay: Ah, Avatar. ...What is it?

Avatar: I'm trying to understand how you are different from the Yen'fay I 
once met. If you're willing, I'd know more of you and the cruel future from 
whence you came.

Yen'fay: What is there to say about me? Past or future, I am little more than 
a ghost.

Avatar: A ghost? Yes, perhaps so... But do you not carry any memories 
imprinted on your soul? Can you not tell me of wars fought, dynasts lost, 
missions accomplished?

Yen'fay: ...Yes. I had a mission once. I swore to protect a grave.

Avatar: A grave?

Yen'fay: The grave of my beloved sister, she who died for my foolishness.

Avatar: ...I'm sorry. I don't mean to remind you of painful events.

Yen'fay: The deeds are done - it is only right I pay the price for them. In 
any case, you need not concern yourself with my feelings. I care for nothing. 
I yearn only for the day when I, too, can crawl into my tomb.

Avatar: Yen'fay, you mustn't think like that! You've traveled to the past, 
and now fate is in your hands. With our help, you can change the future of 
the world!

Yen'fay: Like a ballad sung to an empty theater, your exhortations are wasted 
on me. ...There is no fertile ground here for your kindness to take root. My 
heart is barren.

Avatar: Yen'fay...
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Yen'fay B

Yen'fay: HAH! YAH!

Avatar: Yen'fay, are you still out here practicing?

Yen'fay: Yes, Avatar. Practicing and thinking. Perhaps I can use this 
unwanted lease on life in the service of you and your allies.

Avatar: That is a fine thought, and we're grateful, but you must allow 
yourself to rest. You've been on the training ground since daybreak.

Yen'fay: To grow strong, it is necessary. The pain felt by this vessel of 
flesh is nothing to me. If I can make it serve a greater cause, then for a 
short time my soul might know peace.

Avatar: ..... You did more than just protect graves, didn't you, Yen'fay?

Yen'fay: How do you mean?

Avatar: You don't seem like the type to waste his talent on such a duty. 
You're the kind of man who always tries to aid others, even in a benighted 
future.

Yen'fay: Avatar, you are perceptive indeed. Yes, I defended villagers and 
farmers from the risen - or at least, I tried. Dead though my soul was, the 
corporeal flesh still demanded its daily sustenance. I was no hero, but a 
sellsword taking bread from any who couldn't fight themselves.

Avatar: Come now! Surely you fought for more than a handful of coin... Was it 
because you couldn't bear to ignore the plight of the innocent?

Yen'fay: You overestimate me. Back then, I barely had the will to live, let 
alone save others.

Avatar: If you say so, perhaps. But I believe you're better than that. You're 
still fighting to help people, just as you always have.

Yen'fay: It seems you're hell-bent on thinking the best of me, no matte what 
I say.

Avatar: I can be stubborn that way. But we can continue this another time. 
Until then, farewell.
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Yen'fay A

Avatar; Yen'fay? What are you doing so far away from camp?

Yen'fay: The frivolities and easy conversation of camp are distractions that 
I must avoid. I dedicated myself to becoming stronger. Until then, I pledge 
not a moment's respite. Say'ri died because of me. Such a thing must not 
happen twice.

Avatar: You speak of Say'ri in the future.

Yen'fay: Yes. Sweet, innocent Say'ri, cursed with a coward of a brother who 
let her die. I loved her more than anything - yet even so, I did not save 
her. I am disgraced.

Avatar: ..... Tell me this, Yen'fay. Say'ri of the future loved you as you 
loved her, yes?

Yen'fay: I believe it so.

Avatar: Then if she could speak to you now, you know exactly what she'd say. 
She'd tell you to keep living. To forgive yourself. To find what joy you can.

Yen'fay: She was the kindest person I ever knew. Everything she did was for 
me. I loved her - I STILL love her - with all that remains of my heart...

Avatar: Then you owe it to her to not give up.

Yen'fay: ...Yes. Of course you are right. If she saw me wallowing in self-
pity, what a scolding she would deliver!

Avatar: It's high time you picked yourself up, dusted off, and started living 
life again. In your future, Say'ri is gone... I can only guess at the pain 
that must bring. But here in the present, you have countless comrades who 
need you.

Yen'fay: You speak the truth, Avatar. How selfish I have been. I have become 
a burden when I should have been acting as a relief.

Avatar: You are a stalwart ally, Yen'fay. I only want you to open your eyes.

Yen'fay: Rest assured, you've pried them open. I see the truth at last.

Avatar: Excellent. Now, why don't you come back to camp with me?

Yen'fay: Yes. It is high time I took my proper place in the ranks of this 
army. Thank you Avatar... my friend.

Avatar: It's my pleasure, friend.
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Priam* C

Priam: Ah, Avatar. Perfect timing.

Avatar: Hmm?

Priam: I was just about to go looking for you. I am prepared to pass along 
all I know of fighting to you!

Avatar: Er, you are? Well, fantastic! I'm sure anything you have to say would 
be tremendously helpful.

Priam: As this army's tactician, you hold its fate in your hands. If the 
knowledge I've amassed can be of use, I'm pleased to help.

Avatar: Then I humbly accept your offer.

Priam: Right, then! Let us begin. First, all strength stems from a warrior's 
breathing.

Avatar: Oh?

Priam: By drawing in the ambient energies that permeate the air, we gain 
their strength. Therein lies the origin of a fighter's ability and the 
determinant to how far they'll go. So, if the breath is the source of all 
strength, what ought a warrior do?

Avatar: Um... Seek out the purest air possible?

Priam: Indeed! Air quality is of critical importance when training. This is 
why warriors have labored in deep woods and under waterfalls for ages.

Avatar: I didn't expect you to be quite so... intense. This is pretty heady 
stuff.

Priam: You want intense? Let's talk about my first training expedition in the 
woods. I was but a boy, 11 or 12 perhaps, and I was attacked by a ferocious 
bear!

Avatar: A bear attacked you when you were 12?!

Priam: It did.

Avatar: So... did you defeat it?

Priam: A foolish question! How else would I be telling you this blistering 
tale if I hadn't?!

Avatar: ...Oh. Um, right.

Priam: I owe my victory to the crisp mountain air. With every breath, I drew 
into me the very spirit of the woods. The sighs of the trees age old whorled 
about me just waiting to be utilized! And as I breathed deep, I began to 
refine that energy. To temper it...

Avatar: It's really something seeing you get so excited... You're usually 
quiet. But, er, is there an end to this story? ...In the near future?

Priam: Hmm? Did you say something?

Avatar: Er, no... Not a thing.

Priam: Anyway, yes, my story... So by fusing the air with my own intrinsic 
energies and releasing it, I created a new...
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Priam B

Avatar: Hmm, nothing else to take care of... Why don't I sharpen some 
weapons? Everyone seems to take care of their own gear, but it can't hurt to 
check. Some of these swords lose their edge if you so much as look at them 
cross eyed!

Priam: For all its hardened wood and metal, a sword is a delicate thing!

Avatar: WHA-?! Priam? I didn't see you there!

Priam: An elegant blade! A spear tip hewn to a razor point! They're strong 
enough to tak a life, but exquisitely fragile at the same time. A warrior's 
life extends no further than that of the weapon he wields. Fail to perform 
maintenance, and it may well cost you... EVERYTHING!

Avatar: Sounds like something you might say... A stern maxim to live by, but 
fair.

Priam: Ideally, a weapon would never be handled save by the one who wields 
it.

Avatar: Er, so I shouldn't help the others maintain their equipment?

Priam: I mean only that creating and tending to a weapon aids in growing 
accustomed to it. To claim as one's own a weapon made and honed by another is 
folly!

Avatar: Doesn't it seem a bit much to have an entire army learn smithing?

Priam: It is only an ideal. I would never presume to force my methods on 
anyone else. But a man must have a code, and this is mine!

Avatar: Wow, Priam. Anything about war and weapons and you get worked up. I 
had you pegged as the strong, silent type, but you're actually quite 
passionate. (Though I might've preferred the strong-and-silent version, 
emphasis on silent...)

Priam: Hmm? What was that?

Avatar: ...Nothing at all.

Priam: Legens from the far north say that blades handled with love ultimately 
gain souls. They cease to be mere objects and bcome something tremendous. 
Miraculous, even! Once imbued with a soul, a weapon's bond to its wielder can 
transcend into a new...
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Priam A

Avatar: Ah, my first hot meal of the day! It warms both body and soul.

Priam: Few things are so important to a warrior as proper sustenance!

Avatar: GAH! Priam! Must you keep sneaking up on me, only to yell in my ear!

Priam: How else would I convey to you my thoughts on food and its role in 
war?

Avatar: ...Oh biy. You've got a philosophy of eating, too?

Priam: Of course! Food is another cornerstone of a warrior's physical and 
mental training. The act of eating is to take the life of other beings and 
make it into one's own flesh. That's why wasting food is a crime on par with 
murder itself! We should eat with an awareness of the sacrifices of others 
and a spirit of thanks.

Avatar: Awfully talkative again today, aren't we, Priam? (...Now where did I 
put that cotton for my ears...?)

Priam: ...Mmm? What was that?

Avatar: Er, no, I just... Nothing! It's only... er... When you get on a topic 
you like to talk about, you really like to talk about it.

Priam: ...I have been talking your ears blue, haven't I? Apologies. When I 
speak on matters of combat, I tend to lose track of time. Honestly, I think 
hanging around you people is starting to influence me! I just hope it's for 
the better. I'd hate to think I was getting soft.

Avatar: Oh, I don't think you need to worry. Just the fact that you ARE 
worried is the best proof of why you don't need to. You're as tough- and 
tough on yourself- as ever. I guarantee it.

Priam: A guarantee from you is a serious thing indeed.

Avatar: I do feel you've grown a bit... kinder. Even gentler, perhaps. But 
this is not a bad thing. In fact, it's helped our army. For example, passing 
along your wisdom to me was an act born of kindness, no?

Priam: Well, I suppose I did want to feel I was doing all I could to help 
everyone...

Avatar: It makes me all the more eager to learn how I might follow in your 
footsteps.

Priam: Heh, fair enough! then I'll continue to teach you everything I know. 
If you think you can handle it, that is?

Avatar: Of course! Only maybe we could take it in smaller-

Priam: In that case, back to food! To consume a meal is to consume the very 
souls of everything on your plate.

Avatar: (Oof, this one's gonna be long... I can feel it in my bones.)

Priam: Just as the wheel of reincarnation turns ever onward, crushing all in 
its path... With each passing meal, muscle builds on food and passes on a new 
soul. Each shares in your flesh and becomes part of your spirit! and in 
turn...
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Female Avatar:

Lissa* C

Lissa: Avatar? Where aaare yooou?

Avatar: ...Zzz...

Lissa: There you are! I was just... Oh! (You're sleeping...?)

Avatar: Snnrk! Zzzzzzz...

Lissa:  (You must really be wiped out. Not that I blame you, getting wrapped 
up in all this. Hee hee! Looks like it's time to quiiietly... geeently... 
hold your nose!)

Avatar: Nh... gnnkh... nnrrrrgh...! BWARGH! Wha-?! Risen! Wolves! Risen 
riding wolves! They're... all... Wait a moment...

Lissa:  Hee hee hee hee hee! AAAAH ha ha ha ha! "BWARGH"?! Oh gods, that was 
HILARIOUS! Heeeeee hee hee hee hee!

Avatar: Lissa, gods bless it... I was fast asleep!

Lissa: And dreaming of Risen and wolves, apparently? Tee hee hee! I'm sorry. 
I tried to resist- I really did. But it was just too perfect!

Avatar: Who does such things? Is that really how your parents raised you?!

Lissa: ...I... I don't know... I never really knew my parent...

Avatar: Oh... Oh, right. That was... Er...

Lissa: Oh, don't worry about it. I know you didn't mean anything by it. And 
actually, there's something else that I should be apoligizing for...

Avatar: Whatever it is, I'm sure I can forget it if you can forgive my 
heartless comment...

Lissa: Really? That's great! Oh, I was SO sure you were going to be SO 
angry... See, I was kinda doodling a pic of you in your big, new book of 
battle strategies... ...Aaand then I kinda spilled the ink and kinda... 
ruined the book, kinda... completely. Ireallyreallyrealllydidn'tmeanto!

Avatar: WHAT?! But that was a rare text! I had just started to... ...Er, 
*ahem* I mean... It's... It's fine. Accidents ...happen.

Lissa: Oooh pheeew!
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Lissa B

Avatar: Phew! I am beat...

Lissa: All tuckered out, Avatar? How about a quick, refreshing shoulder rub?

Avatar: ...What are you plotting now?

Lissa: Oh please. One little joke, one little time and you get all paranoid. 
This isn’t about pranking anybody. I figure I owe you...

Avatar: How do you figure?

Lissa: Because you’ve taken a huge weight off my brother’s shoulders, silly! 
You know what Chrom’s like. He never asks for help, even when he needs it. 
But he trusts you, Avatar. Enough to rely on you. He’s not the type to come 
out and say it, but I know he’s grateful.

Avatar: You... think so?

Lissa: I know so! Nobody knows my big brother like me.

Avatar: Well, that is nice to hear...

Lissa: So, what do you say? Free massage? Going once... Gooooooing twiiice...

Avatar: Okay, I accept! I accept! ...Thanks, Lissa.

Lissa: Okay, then... Urgh! Geez, your muscles are just one big knot back 
here...

Avatar: ...Aaaaah, yes, right there... Oooh, that feels amazing...

Lissa: How about.. this?

Avatar: WhaAAAAGH! Cold! Cold and slimy and coooooold! AUGH! IT MOVED! WHAT 
DID YOU DO, LISSA? WHAT IN BLAZES WAS THAT?

Lissa: Tee hee hee hee! Oh, relax. It’s just a frog. You were so perfectly 
calm, tee hee. I couldn’t resist, it had to be done!

Avatar: I’m pretty sure it did NOT! And weren’t you just saying yesterday 
that frogs make you “all pukey”?

Lissa: I’m willing to put up with a lot for the sake of comedy.

Avatar: Well, that makes one of us!
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Lissa A

Lissa: Hey there, Avatar.

Avatar: Get away from me, she-devil!

Lissa: Aw, don't go getting your hackles up! I'm not here to prank you.

Avatar: Ha! Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice...don't talk to me 
again.

Lissa: Hee hee! Aw, come on! ...Wait, are you really mad?

Avatar: Of course I'm mad! You dumped a toad down my collar.

Lissa: I'm pretty sure that was a frog...

Avatar: I'm pretty sure I don't care!

Lissa: Okay, okay! I'm sorry, Avatar! I'm super-duper 100 percent sorry. And 
I won't do it anymore, so please be my friend again. Okay?

Avatar: ...You're really sorry?

Lissa: Terribly!

Avatar: And you SWEAR you won't do it again?

Lissa: Princess's honor!

Avatar: ...Well... all right. In that case I suppose I can forgive you... 
Let's just shake hands and put this silliness behind us.

Lissa: Thanks, Avatar! You're the bes... AAAAAUGH! Wh-what is that, in your 
hand?! Is it a sna... A sn-n-n...

Avatar: A snake? Oh, no, Lissa. I'm pretty sure this is a worm. ...Gotcha!

Lissa: Gya! I thought my heart was going to jump out of my throat! You're 
terrible, Avatar! AND a total hypocrite!

Avatar: Uh huh... Why don't you show me what's in YOUR hand, then.

Lissa: O-oh! What? ...This? Hee he... Why, how did this frog get here?

Avatar: ...Sorry, you were saying something about hypocrites?

Lissa: Aw, it's no fun if you see it coming!

Avatar: I'd have to be blind not to at this point.

Lissa: Oooooo! Next time I'm gonna prank you good!

Avatar: And next time I'll seriously stop talking to you.

Lissa: What?! Oh...fiiiine! Fine! I guess I'll stop. For real this time. 
*Sigh* Guess I still have a long way to go...

Avatar: Till you grow up?

Lissa: No, to the pond! ...I've got about a dozen frogs to put back.

Avatar: *Groooaaan*
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Sully* C

Sully: Ah, crap. Come on, Sully, get your damn act together...

Avatar: Sully? What are you mumbling about? ...And why are you holding your 
side? Is everything all right?

Sully: I'm fine! It's nothing! ...Leave me alone!

Avatar: You look anything but fine, Sully. You're not hurt, are you?

Sully: No, I... All right, I put on weight and my muscles mass is down. You 
believe that? We're fighting a war, and I'm getting a gut.

Avatar: What? Are you sure? You look great to me- same as ever.

Sully: Then you aren't looking hard enough. 

Avatar: Well, this is a side of you I've never seen.

Sully: The hell you talking about?

Avatar: Well, I just... didn't think you were the kind of person to worry 
about her figure.

Sully: Gods, but you are a blooming ninny. This isn't about LOOKS! I said my 
muscle mass had dropped! And that's going to affect combat, which could get 
my arse KILLED!

Avatar: Eeeep! I mean, um, yes! Of course! I get it! ...P-please don't hurt 
me...

Sully: Hurt you? Why in the hell would I do that?

Avatar: *Ahem* Well, if you ARE worried about weight redistribution, you 
could try this.

Sully: *Sniff* Gods, it smells like horse slop! What is it, some kind of 
jerky?

Avatar: It's a rare form of dried seaweed, actually. I bought it back in 
town. The shopkeeper said it contained "insane quantities of fiber." Then he 
just kept saying "insane" and cackled while doing a little dance... Quite an 
odd fellow, really.

Sully: Hmm... Sounds risky.

Avatar: Well, I know how brave you are... 

Sully: Is that a dare? Fine then! I'll try it!

Avatar: Great! To tell the truth, I've put on a few pounds myself lately... 
I've been meaning to try the seaweed but was too scar-er, busy! Too busy.

Sully: HA! Too much pie- that's your problem! All right then, Avatar. Let's 
see who can get in shape faster!
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Sully B

Sully: Nnngh... Yearrrgh...

Avatar: S-Sully? Oh, gods, Sully, what's wrong?! You look like a corpse! So 
worn out and thin! ...And your skin- it's GREEN! Have you been poisoned? What 
have you eaten lately?!

Sully: J-just the... dried seaweed... you gave me... Ate the... whole bag... 
last night... Oooooo... Unnngh...

Avatar: Wait... did you say... the WHOLE bag?

Sully: Is... that bad...?

Avatar: Sully, you're supposed to tear off a tiny piece and rehydrate it with 
water first. The chunk I gave you was a month's supply. If you ate the whole 
thing... Oh, dear heavens. Your poor bowels!

Sully: Kill... kill... you... for this...

Avatar: Sully, I am so, so sorry! I should have explained in more detail!

Sully: Grr... My won... d-damn fault, taking... shortcuts... But I won't... 
make that mistake again... Gonna start training... Rebuild muscles... Soon as 
I'm better...

Avatar: You must let me help you somehow. I just feel so awful about this.

Sully: Well... I don't know... Maybe... Oh g-gods... Here it comes again... 
HPPPMF!
(Sully leaves)

Avatar: ... Yikes, that did not sound good...
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Sully A

Sully: Hah! Yaaah!

Avatar: Looking good, Sully! Feeling better, I take it? And just LOOK at 
those muscles! I'd say your training's paid off.

Sully: I'm getting there. Still got a bit of flab right here, though.

Avatar: Where? Here?

Sully: Hey! Hands off the merchandise!

Avatar: Um, Sully? That's not fat. That's loose skin.

Sully: Huh?

Avatar: I knew something was weird when you told me you were worried about 
getting flabby. You train harder than anyone I know.

Sully: Skin, huh?

Avatar: It's probably a result of the seaweed. You lost a lot of weight 
during your trial and the muscle is still filling in. Give it another week of 
combat and eating right, and it'll disappear soon enough.

Sully: Huh. I guess that makes sense.

Avatar: Trust me. You're in perfect shape. I should know- I've been training 
with you all week!

Sully: Huh. ...Well, all right then.

Avatar: I guess that means you win our contest. My belly hasn't shrunk an 
inch.

Sully: Well, just don't go trying any of that damn seaweed! Har har har!

Avatar: Er... heh heh, n-no, that would be a foolish thing to- HuuuRRRRRRGH?! 
... Uh-oh.

Sully: Oh, don't tell me... You ate the seaweed?

Avatar: Y-you kept getting... skinnier... I h-had to... catch up...

Sully: You idiot! You saw what that stuff did to me!

Avatar: N-no, you're... Urk! You're right... S-s-so right... Gotta go! 
*GURRRF*

Sully: Yikes, that did not sound good...
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Miriel* C

Miriel: ...How discomposing.

Avatar: That looked like a pretty bad spill, Miriel. Are you hurt?

Miriel: A minor contusion. Benign.

Avatar: Everything you were carrying went flying. I see your herbs, some 
papers, a... What is this? A book? A journal?

Miriel: Unhand that, madam!

Avatar: Sorry! Sorry. I didn't realize it was so important.

Miriel: Important? Hmm... .....

Avatar: Miriel?

Miriel: I suppose it does bear some import, yes. It's a lodestar, of sorts. 
One that points the way to the truth.

Avatar: Wow. Who wrote it? A famous mage or something?

Miriel: Not famous at all, no. The author was my mother.

Avatar: Ah, that explains the rough binding. Er, no offense intended. Still, 
that's amazing. Was your mother a mage as well? Or perhaps a scientist?

Miriel: What is the impetus for your inquiry?

Avatar: Impetus for my... You mean, why do I ask? Er, I don't know. ...I'm 
curious? Wouldn't most people be?

Miriel: An autonomic reaction to conversational stimulus. I see... .....

Avatar: Um, did I say something strange?

Miriel: Curious, perhaps. Meriting closer study, certainly. Spontaneous 
reactive curiosity. Fascinating. But what is the underlying mechanism?

Avatar: ...I really think you're reading too much into this.
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Miriel B

Avatar: Oh, blast! My item pouch is gone. I must have dropped it somewhere... 

Miriel: Is this the object in question?

Avatar: Ah, yes! My thanks, Miriel. I keep it tied to my belt, but it's 
always falling off for some reason.

Miriel: Such actions are indicative of a persuasive downforce exerted on the 
object. My mother's book contained a passage espousing a similar theory...

Avatar: So, um, can I have my pouch back now?

Miriel: ...Ah, yes. Here is the passage in question: "On all objects there 
acts a force which pulls them ever groundward. Though invisible and without 
apparent cause, it exists nonetheless. I posit that it is by this principle 
we remain rooted to the ground." ... Most intriguing!

Avatar: ... Miriel? ...Hello?

Miriel: ... Yet birds fly unencumbered by this force. The sun and stars and 
clouds do not fall. What explains these exceptions?

Avatar: Miriel? ...Miiiriel? ...MIRIEL!

Miriel: Wah!

Avatar: S-sorry! ...Didn't mean to startle you.

Miriel: My respiratory function ceased for a moment. This is very disruptive. 
Please do not scatter my thoughts further.

Avatar: Er, sorry...

Miriel: I require a period of quiet solitude to marshal my thoughts. 
Farewell.

Avatar: Wait! My... pouch...
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Miriel A

Miriel: So, given these conditions, a body with a mass of X falls at a rate 
of Y...

Avatar: Um... What are you doing with my item pouch, Miriel?

Miriel: Experimenting in an attempt to establish a unified theory of falling. 
Whether thrown, catapulted, or dropped from great heights, it falls to the 
ground. The results have been consistent across hundreds of trials.

Avatar: H-hey! I had a lot of fragile things in that pouch! Potions and 
baubles and... *Sigh* ...You know what? Keep it.

Miriel: Thank you.

Avatar: Sometimes I wish you'd show half as much interest in people as you do 
in science.

Miriel: Well, I am interested in certain people. You, for example.

Avatar: Me? Why me?

Miriel: You have a virtuosic proficiency in strategy, despite your amnesia. 
It is truly fascinating. From this, we can extrapolate two possible 
hypotheses. One: talent is wholly independent from memory and experience. 
Two: memories and experience related to the use of one's talents cannot be 
lost.

Avatar: Miriel? Are you still talking to me?

Miriel: I am now, yes.

Avatar: Er, you're not going to tell me not to disrupt your thoughts again?

Miriel: I can if you wish it.

Avatar: N-no thanks. I'm just happy to know I wasn't a bother, I guess.

Miriel: That would be difficult. You are the focus of intense interest on my 
part.

Avatar: O-kay. I just don't like to think that I'm bothering a friend. That's 
all.

Miriel: I was unaware that our interactions had acquired the label of 
friendship.

Avatar: Why not? I think it must have happened somewhere along the way, 
right? ...No?

Miriel: Fascinating...
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Sumia* C

Avatar: That's a lot of books you've got there, Sumia. Are you going to read 
all of them?

Sumia: Oh, hello, Avatar! Yes, this IS a lot of books, isn't it? Someone 
threw them out of a wagon, so I figured I'd give them a good home.

Avatar: What a good idea! I always find it relaxing to do a little light 
reading in the evening.

Sumia: Oh, you can borrow some if you want? I certainly can't read them all 
at once.

Avatar: You don't mind?

Sumia: Of course not! Here, which one looks good?

Avatar: I'm not sure. What do you recommend?

Sumia: Let's see... Ooh, this one looks like a real page-turner! "Shanty Pete 
and the Haunted Pirates"!

Avatar: Er, thank you, but I don't like to read scary stories before bed.

Sumia: Oh, of course. Well, what about... "A Simpleton's Guide to Pegasus 
Care"?

Avatar: I'm not really that into animal nonfiction...

Sumia: Well, maybe third time's the charm. Let's see now... Oh, this looks 
great! "Wyvern Wars: Terror at High Noon"!

Avatar: ... Do you perhaps have anything a bit more... literary?

Sumia: ...Oh, pegasus poop! I'm USELESS at this! Useless, useless, useless! 
Just pick her out a book, Sumia! It's so easy, Sumia! But noooooo! I'm too... 
darn... USELESS! *Sniff* Waaaaaaaaaah!

Avatar: Oh goodness! Please don't cry! I didn't mean to imply... A-actually, 
did you say "Wyvern Wars"? I've always wanted to read that one! I mean, it 
has terror at high noon and everything, right? You, uh, can't beat that...

Sumia: *Sniff* R-really? You want that one? Oh, I'm so happy... I hope you 
like it!

Avatar: (Pretty sure I have to at this point...)
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Sumia B

Avatar: Here's that book I borrowed, Sumia. It was actually pretty 
interesting. The encounter at high noon was epic! I stayed up far too late 
reading it. 

Sumia: Oh, I'm so glad you liked it! I'll bump it to the top of my pile.

Avatar: So, what are you reading now?

Sumia: "Ribald Tales of the Faith War."

Avatar: I've never heard of it. Is it a novel?

Sumia: Yes. It's roughly based on historical events, but all the characters 
are made up. And there's lots of... Well, ribald parts. But I suppose that's 
obvious.

Avatar: You don't say? 

Sumia: Do you like novels, Avatar? Or are you more of a nonfiction type?

Avatar: Novels are good. Although I suppose I read a little bit of 
everything.

Sumia: Oh, I just LOVE a good novel! I get so caught up in them I sometimes 
forget my own sad little life. I can pretend to be knight in shining armor! 
...Or maybe an evil mage. Bwa ha ha!

Avatar: I know what you mean. I always feel a bit sad when a good story comes 
to an end.

Sumia: Oh, I know. Then it's back to reality for Sumia! Back to sad, sad 
reality... Er, but then I think about the next story and get excited all over 
again!

Avatar: So then? What are you planning to read next?

Sumia: "Mad Tales of a Bloodthirsty Falcon Knight"! ...Volume one. Of thirty-
seven.

Avatar: Oh. Well, that certainly sounds... like... a thing...
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Sumia A

Sumia: Hold, Avatar! Do you think me insane?!

Avatar: Well, I didn't...

Sumia: For I see that which others cannot! Demons and devils lurk in shadows 
dark!

Avatar: A-are you feeling all right, Sumia? Perhaps I should summon a 
healer...

Sumia: ...What? Hee hee! Oh, no. I'm fine! See, I'm reading a new book. I was 
just pretending to be the heroine. Her name was Madame Shambles, and she sees 
what others cannot in shadows dark! Anyway, I've been saying her lines to try 
and get inside her head and be more like her. ...Do you think that's weird?

Avatar: Yes, it's actually very weird.

Sumia: Oh, pegasus dung! I was worried it might be. But see, I thought if I 
could act like her, I'd maybe become less of a clod.

Avatar: You don't need to pretend to be someone else, Sumi. You're perfect as 
you are! ...Well, maybe not perfect. But pretty good. Anyway, if you did end 
up changing, we'd lose the Sumia we know and love.

Sumia: R-really? Gosh, I never figured anyone would give two hoots. But if 
YOU'D miss me, Avatar...

Avatar: Of course I would!

Sumia: Well, alright then! My next book will be about a girl who's clumsy and 
plain like me!

Avatar: Er, I think you're missing the point of-

Sumia: Ooh, wait! Look at this one! "The Princess Who Fell Down the Stairs"! 
It's PERFECT!

Avatar: Yes... Yes, I suppose it is.
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Maribelle* C

Avatar: Crepuscule... Crepuscule... What did that mean again?

Maribelle: Are you studying, Avatar?

Avatar: Oh, hello, Maribelle. Just reading up a bit.

Maribelle: Reading up, how lovely. I hadn't realized the lowborn read at all!

Avatar: Did you just drop by to look down your nose at me, or was there 
something else?

Maribelle: A noble's nose engages in no such activities! I was sincerely 
impressed. If my turn of phrase offended, I apologize. Forgive me?

Avatar: Er, all right. I take it back. But was there something you needed?

Maribelle: Yes. I had hoped to learn more about you.

Avatar: Me? Why me? I'm not that interesting, you know.

Maribelle: Can you fault me for being curious about an amnesiac with a genius 
for strategy? You've also earned quite a bit of trust from my dear friend 
Lissa. It's only natural that I'd want to learn more about the stranger in 
our midst. I suppose you might simply say that I hoped we could 
become...friends. Unless you object, of course.

Avatar: No, I don't object, per se. But... weren't we already friends?

Maribelle: Oh, I'm pleased to hear you say that, Avatar!

Avatar: Heh! You really can be sweet sometimes, Maribelle. Well then, ask 
away. If I know the answer, I'm happy to tell it.

Maribelle: Oh, lovely! That's very kind. Well, then... Tell me about the 
quaint customs of the unwashed masses from whence you come? I'm especially 
interested in this "slang" of which you brutes seem so fond...

Avatar: ...I take back what I said, and then I take back the take-back before 
that.
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Maribelle B

Maribelle: A question about the material we covered yesterday, Avatar.

Avatar: Ah, you mean about my lessons on the language of the great unwashed?

Maribelle: Precisely, yes. I immediately set about to practice what you'd 
taught me, but... Well, everyone I spoke to looked askance, or avoided eye 
contact altogether. Others still contorted with glee, as if they were 
stifling laughter.

Avatar: Wait, you used that slang? Out loud? In public?

Maribelle: If you hope to communicate with a person, you must first speak 
their language, no? And the quickest way to internalize new knowledge is to 
put it into practice!

Avatar: Yeeees, both of those are technically true. But, Maribelle, when we 
talked, I... Look. The examples I taught you are reserved for intimate 
friends.

Maribelle: What?! You knew this and didn't tell me? Did you hope to ruin me?! 
Wait... So when I told Chrom he was "a right sweet bit' a fruit"...? You mean 
to tell me that was inappropriate?

Avatar: I'm sorry! It was all in good fun! I never thought you'd actually-

Maribelle: One moment. If you taught me this slang, then you must consider us 
intimate friends?

Avatar: Uh...

Maribelle: I'm afraid I had no idea! I'm flattered, Avatar, truly. In that 
case, I ought have begun my practice with you. Forgive me.

Avatar: No, that's... I don't...

Maribelle: Awright then, pet? Everythin' luvverly jubberly, ain't it? 'Ave a 
bit'a rabbit?

Avatar: MARIBELLE! Stop! Please! I can literally hear everything you stand 
for screaming and dying in agony! Look, I'll clear things up with everyone. 
Okay? I'll take the blame. Just please, please, PLEASE promise you'll never 
talk like that again.

Maribelle: Well, I suppose if it's that important to you...

Avatar: Thank you.

Maribelle: Hey, no skin off my arse, is it? I'll shut me north and south!

Avatar: ...Wait a minute. I didn't teach you that. Damnation! Who has done 
this to you, Maribelle? Who?!

Maribelle: Hm-hm! I'm afraid THAT is my little secret...
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Maribelle A

Avatar: Er, Maribelle? I have an idea... Why don't we skip the slang lesson 
today? Instead, maybe you could teach me about aristoratic life?

Maribelle: Any chance to educate my social inferiors is a chance I will take. 
Now then! What would you like to know?

Avatar: Well, you hear people talk about a noble bearing, yes? What is that, 
exactly?

Maribelle: Well, I suppose it begins with learning to stand properly.

Avatar: Am I not really standing now? Because it feels like I'm standing.

Maribelle: You have the posture of a damp noodle! The resolute promise of a 
soufflé! A noble stands...thusly. The spine forms a straight line. Pretend an 
invisible thread pulls your head ever skyward. ...Go on, give it a try.

Avatar: Let's see. Straight spine... Invisible thread... Like this?

Maribelle: Why are you jutting you chin out?

Avatar: It happens naturally when I force my head up.

Maribelle: A pauper's intinct! Cast it away!

Avatar: Is this better?

Maribelle: Your shoulders are raised. Lower them and hold your chest high.

Avatar: So like...this?

Maribelle: Yes! Just so! There, now. That wasn't so hard, was it? I say, 
you're quite the apt pupil, Avatar. With enough practice, you could become a 
gentleman fit for the highest court! Well, I may exaggerate. Perhaps one of 
the more middling courts.

Avatar: You think? Wow, I never-

Maribelle: Then it's settled! I shall make it my personal mission to shape 
you into a lady of high society. I'll instruct you until you're fit to walk 
with kings! ...Or at least a baron or two.

Avatar: Er, you really don't have to-

Maribelle: Bup-bup-bup! Nothing is less noble than leaving a task half done! 
You needn't be shy. We're intimate friends, after all.

Avatar: Wait... This is revenge for the slang incident, isn't it?

Maribelle: Less talking, more walking! ...ARISTOCRATIC walking, please! Then 
we will work on ballroom dance and how to properly wield a fork!

Avatar: Heeeeelp meeeeeee!
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Panne* C

Avatar: Er, Panne?

Panne: What?

Avatar: Would you tell me more about the taguel? I barely know a thing about 
them, and I thought... I mean, if you don't mind...

Panne: I do not.

Avatar: ...Wait, really?

Panne: No, I do not mind. Why do you doubt me?

Avatar: I don't know, I guess I just didn't imagine you saying yes so easily. 
I was all ready to argue my case. You kind of took the wind out of my sails.

Panne: Is it I who frighten you so, man-spawn? Or the fact I am taguel?

Avatar: N-no, neither! Nothing like that. It's just... I thought you might 
not take kindly to me asking about your people. I know it was humans like me 
who killed them, after all.

Panne: Humans like you, yes. But not you. You do not bear the blame for what 
was done, so do not bear the guilt. Guilt creates distance. If you would 
learn of my people, cast it aside.

Avatar: All right.

Panne: Mmm. At last you are calm. Your heart has slowed.

Avatar: You can hear my heartbeat?

Panne: Lesson one-taguel have strong ears. A heart's beat always betrays its 
owner.

Avatar: Heh. Remind me never to play cards against you... Oh, I have a 
meeting, but I would love to know more... Can we talk again soon?

Panne: Of course. It is nice to find someone who is curious about my people.
=====================================================
Panne B

Avatar: So, do all shape-shifters turn into rabbits, Panne?

Panne: No. There were others, far from here. Tribes of cat-wearers and bird-
wearers.

Avatar: Woah, I would have loved to see that... I bet they were so cuddly and 
cute! Er...sorry. I probably shouldn't call a race of proud warriors "cute."

Panne: They were not cute. At least, not like the rabbit-wearers are cute. 
But then, what is? Nothing.

Avatar: Heh heh, r-right. So, did you ever meet these tribes yourself?

Panne: Long ago. How they fare now, I do not know. Perhaps they shared the 
same bloody fate as my own people...

Avatar: I... I didn't mean to...

Panne: I am sorry. There is no call for you to share in my gloom. So, another 
question?

Avatar: Oh... Um, well, what do you like to eat?

Panne: Taguel eat many things.

Avatar: No, I mean you, specifically. I'm on kitchen duty tonight-I'll cook 
whatever you want. It was me being nosey that made you sad, right? Let me 
cheer you back up!

Panne: You are...oddly kind.

Avatar: So, let me guess... Carrot stew?

Panne: ...How did you know?

Avatar: Ha ha, sorry! I know, just because you're a rabbit doesn't mean 
you... Wait, I was right?
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Panne A

Panne: *Sniff* Ah! Is that your famous carrot stew I smell? I hope you don't 
mind if I sneak a taste before dinner?

Avatar: No, Panne, wait! That's not for-

Panne: *Sluuuurp*

Avatar: ...Oh dear. I'm SO sorry, Panne, but I messed up the recipe on that 
batch. Everybody said it tasted...off. Well, actually they said it tasted 
like last month's dishwater, but...

Panne: It seems perfectly fine to me.

Avatar: ...You've got to be joking.

Panne: Taguel never joke about food. Nothing seems off here. It tastes 
exactly the same as every other time you have made it.

Avatar: It does?! You mean, ALL the stews tasted like this to you? And you 
ate them? Taguel taste buds must not work like ours. ...Or at all.

Panne: Would you mind if I had a bowl?

Avatar: Hey, take the whole pot if you want! No one else will touch the 
stuff.

Panne: Many thanks. You really are too kind, Avatar.

Avatar: Soup-er happy to hear you say that, Panne!
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Cordelia* C

Avatar: Ow! I used the last of the salve yesterday, but this cut still 
stings... What to do, what to do...

Cordelia: You're not out of salve. I restocked your medical supplies this 
morning.

Avatar: You did? Ah, that's great. Thank you, Cordelia. You never miss a 
detail, do you?

Cordelia: I just like to stay on top of things. By taking stock of everyone's 
equipment, I know when anything needs replacing.

Avatar: Wait, you keep track of EVERYONE'S equipment?! ...All in your head?

Cordelia: Of course. Imagine the chaos if our potions and equipment ran out 
at the same time.

Avatar: ...Gods. I can certainly see why everyone calls you a genius.

Cordelia: Do not call me that!

Avatar: Oh, I'm sorry... I meant no offense.

Cordelia: ...No, of course you didn't. Please forgive me. It's just that...my 
superiors called me that from the moment I joined the knights. It was so very 
hard sometimes... Little Lady genius, they called me. They teased and taunted 
me...

Avatar: Oh...

Cordelia: They mocked me, too... My appearance, and my javelin technique...

Avatar: Gracious! I had no idea members of the pegasus knights could be so 
spiteful... I assure you, when I called you a genius, I meant it only as a 
compliment.

Cordelia: I know. I'm just overly sensitive, that's all.

Avatar: Well, if you ever need to talk, just let me know.

Cordelia: Well, since you offered... What do you think of this javelin? I'm 
not sure about the balance, myself.

Avatar: Er, I meant if you ever need to talk about... Never mind.
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Cordelia B

Cordelia: Avatar! Look, I crafted a new javelin based on your feedback.

Avatar: You MADE one?

Cordelia: Er, yes?

Avatar: As in, you forged it yourself? You didn't assemble it...from a kit, 
or something?

Cordelia: No... I cut a sapling, fashioned a grip, and hammered the point in 
the forge. I suppose I could have waited around for the javelin fairy, but 
she's so unpredictable. here, look. See the pattern on the shaft? It's my own 
design. ...Well? What do you think?

Avatar: I think that I wasn't expecting you to go and fashion a whole javelin 
from scratch! You really ARE a genius!

Cordelia: I beg your pardon?

Avatar: Oh, I... Sorry. I know you're sensitive about that word. I take it 
back. Anyway, I'm glad I was able to help. If there's anything else I can 
do...

Cordelia: Heh, Avatar, you are far too kind! Why, if I... N-no, wait. We 
can't be doing this. People will get the wrong idea!

Avatar: Doing what? What wrong idea?

Cordelia: If you're so kind to me all the time, people will start to 
think...we're friends.

Avatar: ...Oh. I thought you were going to say something else... Er, but why 
would that be so bad? We are friends...aren't we?

Cordelia: D-do you think so?! Truly?

Avatar: Of course. Why not?

Cordelia: Oh, I'm sorry. I guess... I guess I grew accustomed to not having 
any. I was the youngest recruit in the pegasus knights. All of my comrades 
were veterans. There was no one whom I could truly call my "friend."

Avatar: That's...so very sad.

Cordelia: Oh, well as I said, I grew accustomed to it. Besides, I did have my 
pegasus to talk to. Even if the chats were a bit one sided...

Avatar: Heh, I guess they would be...
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Cordelia A

Cordelia: Avatar! Guess what? I showed my new javelin to everyone in camp. 
They were all so complimentary! Thank you again for the help.

Avatar: Don't thank me! You're the one who went out and learned smithery. I'm 
just glad it all worked out. If only those pegasus knights could see you now!

Cordelia: Heh, perhaps they are looking on from the afterlife.

Avatar: Eh, the afterlife?

Cordelia: Yes, if you believe in such things. ...You do know the story, don't 
you? How my fellow knights gave their lives so I could escape and warn your 
party?

Avatar: Gracious, no! I mean, I knew that some of them... I just... I didn't 
think those were the same knights who... I'm sorry. I didn't fully understand 
until this moment.

Cordelia: That's all right. I suppose how I put things is partly to blame.

Avatar: So despite all the teasing, they loved you enough in the end to die 
for you?

Cordelia: I was surprised, too! It turns out they'd pretty much decided I was 
the future. The insults and so forth were just the usual hazing of a new 
recuit. *Sniff* My only regret is... I wish we'd had more time to...get to 
know each other. I only learned...how much they loved me...in those last, 
awful moments...

Avatar: Cordelia...

Cordelia: *Sniff* R-right, then. Enough self-pity. I don't want to try your 
patience. ...But I must say, it does feel good to get this off my chest.

Avatar: I understand now why you don't like to be called a genius.

Cordelia: You do?

Avatar: Remember how upset you got the first time I called you that? I 
thought it reminded you of a sarcastic insult, but in fact it was the 
opposite. When your comrades sacrificed themselves for you, you realized that 
they meant it.

Cordelia: You're rather clever yourself, working all that out on your owm.

Avatar: Not clever, no. Just blessed with the kind of insight close friends 
share. Because I AM a close friend now, and I'll always be here for you.

Cordelia: *Sniff* Oh, Avatar. ...Th-thank you.
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Nowi* C

Nowi: HIYAAA!

Avatar: Yeowch!

Nowi: Argh! Sorry, Avatar! Are you all right?

Avatar: You mean, apart from this lump on my head? What is this you threw at 
me?

Nowi: That shiny rock that happens to be my most treasured possession. It 
took AGES to find.

Avatar: If it's so precious, why are you tossing it around?

Nowi: I was trying to hit that big snake! Did you see it? It slithered away 
real fast.

Avatar: ...So you're hunting game? With a rock?

Nowi: Exactly! I almost got him, too. ...Oh, look! There it is again! See?

Avatar: Here, let me try.

Nowi: You think you can hit it?

Avatar: Casting magic or hurling stones, it's all about focus and control. 
And you have to lead your target... Like...THIS!

Nowi: Oh, WOWZERS! Nailed it right in the head! That was great!

Avatar: Well, I have my moments.

Nowi: How did you do it?! You've got to show me!

Avatar: All right. First of all, you want to grip the stone like this...

Nowi: Okay...
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Nowi B

Nowi: Hey. Avatar! Look what I got!

Avatar: My, that's a big snake! Did you catch it yourself?

Nowi: Yep! But only because of your rock-throwing lessons. Oh, and to thank 
you for all the help, I want you to have this...

Avatar: But... this is your shiny rock. Your most treasured possession?

Nowi: Oh, I'm not THAT fond of it. Besides, I'll just find another one.

Avatar: Well, that's... very generous of you. Thank you, Nowi.

Nowi: Say, Avatar. You're a good teacher. Is there anything else you can show 
me?

Avatar: Well, how about trying your hand at field cooking? You know, campfire 
cuisine? Frederick has just started teaching me the basics, so I'm not very 
good yet, but...

Nowi: That's perfect! We'll practice together and be gourmet chefs before you 
know it!

Avatar: With that kind of enthusiasm, we just might, heh heh...
(Time passes)
Avatar: ...Well, it looks... edible? At least?

Nowi: AT LEAST? I think it smells totally scrumptious!

Avatar: The proof is in the flavor. Which, I don't know... Looks like it 
could fall anywhere between mud and toenails...

Nowi: Avatar, what ARE you mumbling about? Let's hurry up and eat already!

Avatar: Er, right. H-here goes nothing. *Munch, munch*

Nowi: *Chomp, chomp* Hee hee! See? It's DELICIOUS! It came out just right! 

Avatar: It did, didn't it? Thank goodness Frederick is such a good teacher.

Nowi: No, YOU'RE a good student! I wish I could remember things as well as 
you. I've lived a thousand years, and what can I do? Nothing, that's what.

Avatar: Don't say that. You've got time to learn all kinds of things. And of 
course I'll help, if you like.

Nowi: Aw, thanks, Avatar.
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Nowi A

Avatar: So you split the blade of grass, cup it in your hands like so, and 
blow... FfffffvvvVVVVVVVWWWEEEEEE!

Nowi: Wow! It's just like a flute!

Avatar: Here, why don't you try?

Nowi: Er, okay. Here I go... Pfffth... Thfffptht... Aw, that didn't sound 
like anything! Maybe I'm not puffing hard enough? If I turn into a dragon, I 
could blow-

Avatar: Er, probably not a good idea. We don't want to start a wildfire.

Nowi: *Sigh Yeah, I guess not.

Avatar: Look, I'll help you practice until you've got it. Sound good?

Nowi: I guess. Though I still think if I just transformed...

Avatar: Let's just try it my way, okay?

Nowi: Hey look, Avatar! There's another giant snake!

Avatar: So there is. And it's quite a bit bigger than the last one you 
caught... ...Er, Nowi? What are you doing?

Nowi: I'm gonna show you how well I've learned to throw! Ready? Here goes! 
HIYAAA!

Avatar: Well done, Nowi! You hit him right between the eyes! That must be the 
biggest snake I've ever seen taken down by a single rock.

Nowi: Pretty impressive, huh?

Avatar: The Shepherds will eat well tonight! ...If we can haul that thing 
back to camp.

Nowi: I can do it! Even a snake that size is no problem for a mighty dragon. 
Now I just have to transform and... Oh, no! Where's my dragonstone?!

Avatar: Er, you didn't just use it to knock out the snake, did you?

Nowi: Oh, gosh. I think I did! *Sniff* Wh-what am I going to do?! I can't 
ever turn into a dragon again, and no one will get to eat snaaaaaake! 
WAAAAAAAAAH!

Avatar: Easy, Nowi, easy. It's all right. We just have to search a little. I 
promise I won't ever leave until we've found it. All right?

Nowi: Gosh, you'd do that for me? Avatar, you're the best!
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Tharja* C

Tharja: .....

Avatar: Tharja? ...Are you following me?

Tharja: ...Maybe.

Avatar: Maybe?! I've seen you hiding behind tents and wagons all week!

Tharja: Ah. Of course you'd notice, with our fates entwined so...

Avatar: Sorry, what? Our... fates?

Tharja: Oh yes. I realized it the first moment we locked eyes. "She isn't 
like the others," I thought. "She's the one I've been seeking!"

Avatar: Riiiiight. Well, um, thank you? ...I guess?

Tharja: That's why I've been watching your every...single...move. Yesterday 
you read two books and part of a third. You snacked on an apple. And last 
night, you turned over 12 times in your sleep. ...Well below your average.

Avatar: You've been watching me sleep?!

Tharja: I thought you'd be grateful.

Avatar: No, I think "disturbed" is more the word. You mean to tell me you've 
been following me every single day since we met?

Tharja: ...Yes.

Avatar: I suddenly feel very ill.

Tharja: Don't worry. I'll take care of you. ...Veeery good care.

Avatar: Coming from a normal friend, I'd probably be happy to hear that. But 
somehow when you say it, it's not quite so comforting...

Tharja: Is that what you want, Avatar? Someone..."normal"?

Avatar: Well, I...suppose? That's to say-

Tharja: All I needed to hear.

Avatar: Wait, Tharja! Stay here! ...Where I can see you! Oh gods, this will 
not end well... 
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Tharja B

Tharja: Why good day, Avatar! How fare you? Enjoying this weather?

Avatar: ...Tharja? What are you doing?

Tharja: What, me? Ho ho! Whatever do you mean. Just a normal greeting on a 
typical day. ...Why? Are you concerned for my welfare, my lady?

Avatar: Um, well... I suppose, in a way.

Tharja: You ARE?! Why, how sweeeeeet!

Avatar: Actually, I'm more concerned about whatever you're planning for me.

Tharja: Of course I have a plan for you, silly-billy! Now close your eyes, 
and get ready for... A slice of liver-and-eel pie! That's your favorite, 
correct? Oh, I do so adore baking...

Avatar: ...Are you SURE you're all right, Tharja? You didn't eat anything 
strange, did you? Miscast a hex? Hit your head on a rock?

Tharja: Oh ho ho, goodness me! Such an imagination you have, my lady. I'm 
sure I wouldn't know anything about anything strange, much less eat it! Just 
a typical day for a typical girl here.

Avatar: This is about our conversation from before, isn't it?

Tharja: Don't be silly. Now have some pie!

Avatar: Look, I don't want-MMPH! *Munch, munch, munch* ...Actually, that's 
delicious.

Tharja: Oh, huzzah! I've been working on the recipe every day after normal 
practice!

Avatar: "Normal practice"...? You mean you've been practicing being normal?

Tharja: Indeed! And it worked! I'm perfectly normal now! Ho ho! My yes, so 
typically normally plain.

Avatar: Do you realize that your "typical normal" is actually ver, very 
unusual?

Tharja: Oh my, huzzah? Goodness, I simply must...something?

Avatar: Tharja, I'm sorry about what I said before. You shouldn't have 
listened to me. I liked you more the way you were, so can you go back to 
being the old Tharja?

Tharja: Gracious, I... I have been practicing so diligently as of late, I'm 
not sure I can stop!
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Tharja A

Tharja: (...Heh heh heh!)

Avatar: I'm glad Tharja's acting like her old self again. A-although... I 
feel... Urk! Ch-chills up my spine... G-goose bumps... C-can't stop sh-sh-
shivers...

Tharja: Avatar? ...You all right? Avatar, you're shaking like a leaf! And 
your forehead's on fire! Okay, Tharja, think. We need cold water and a spell 
to bring down the fever...

Avatar: Nnnrgh...

Tharja: Hello.

Avatar: Huh? Wh-what happened? Why am I lying here?

Tharja: You lost consciousness and collapsed. It was because of the fever.

Avatar: Yes, I-I've been feeling unwell for a while. Probably been working 
too hard.

Tharja: I thought you might accuse me of putting a curse on you...

Avatar: I'd never assume that! What kind of monster would curse their 
friend...

Tharja: ...Oh. Right. That would be crazy! Heh heh.

Avatar: Anyway, thank you so much for taking care of me.

Tharja: Didn't you once say you wouldn't want me taking care of you?

Avatar: Clearly, I was mistaken.

Tharja: You're just saying that because I helped you out.

Avatar: No, it's true! In fact, I wonder if you wouldn't mind... staying... 
*Yaaaaaawn* Just... just for a while...

Tharja: Aw, how sweet. she's sleeping. Sleeping and... helpless. Hee hee hee 
hee!
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Olivia* C

Olivia: 248... 249... 250! Phew, that's all of 'em! ...Still a long way to 
go, though.

Avatar: What are you doing, Olivia?

Olivia: EEEEEEEEEK!

Avatar: Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to startle you.

Olivia: Oh. It's okay, Avatar. I just didn't see you there.

Avatar: Um, so if you don't mind me asking, what's in the bag there?

Olivia: Hm? Bag? What bag? Ooooooh, THIS bag! Er, it's nothing really. Just a 
few coins...

Avatar: Keeping a secret stash, are you?

Olivia: It's money I've been saving out of my wages, I'll have you know! 
Sheesh. "Secret stash" indeed. You make it sound so sinister.

Avatar: I'm sorry. I certainly didn't mean to imply anything untoward. I'm 
just impressed is all. It takes real dedication to save on a soldier's pay.

Olivia: Oh! Thank you, Avatar. Such praise means quite a lot coming from 
you...

Avatar: It does? Huh. I've never thought of myself as anything spec-

Olivia: Aaaaaaaaanyway, I've got to run. I'm on mess duy tonight. You know 
what they say, right? A hungry Shepherd is a big jerk!

Avatar: Is that what they say? I had no idea. ...Ah! Olivia, wait! You 
dropped your secret stash!

Olivia: Will you PLEASE stop calling it that?! You make it sound like I stole 
it or something. People will get suspicious!

Avatar: Well, whatever you want to call it, you're losing it as we speak! 
Look at all the coins rolling down the hill!

Olivia: ARRRGH! Why do coins have to be so darn round!
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Olivia B

Avatar: So, Olivia. How goes the saving?

Olivia: Pah-fectly whell, my good mahn! Now be a dear and fetch me some cav-
iah?

Avatar: Um, are you all right?

Olivia: Of course! I found a book that teaches how to talk like a noble, so 
I'm practicing.

Avatar: Oh. I thought maybe a bee had stung your tongue...

Olivia: I did NOT sound like that! ...Or did I? Oh, gods, I DID! This stupid 
book is useless. Do you realize I've been talking like that all day? Gods, 
how embarrassing!

Avatar: Oh, it wasn't as bad as all that. Just unexpected is all. I'm sure if 
you keep practicing you'll get the hang of it.

Olivia: You really think so?!

Avatar: Er...sure. But listen, I wanted to ask something: What are you saving 
up for?

Olivia: You mean my big bag of loot? ...I want to build a theater.

Avatar: A theater? You mean, with a stage and stands and seats and 
everything?

Olivia: YES! And fly lofts and trapdoors and a huge proscenium arch! A place 
where people from all walks of life can experience the wonder of dance.

Avatar: When you say dance, are you referring to YOUR dancing?

Olivia: Well...kinda, yeah. Why? Does that sound egotistical? Because I-

Avatar: Wonderful! I'll be first in line when it opens!

Olivia: Why, thank you, Avatar. How kind of you!

Avatar: But building a theater is quite an undertaking. It'd cost a fair bit 
of coin.

Olivia: I know, I know. I suppose it's all a bit of a pipe dream...

Avatar: Say, I have an idea. Why don't we join forces and construct it 
ourselves?

Olivia: Oh, gosh, no! I don't even know which way to point a hammer.

Avatar: Well, I might not look it, but I know a thing or two about carpentry. 
Come on, it'll be fun!

Olivia: Okaaay, but...you really think we can pull this off ourselves?
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Olivia A

Avatar: ...Phew! Finished at last!

Olivia: We did it. I still find it hard to believe, but we actually did it.

Avatar: What do you think? Do you like it?

Olivia: It's...it's even more beautiful than I imagined! *sniff*

Avatar: Good! It's nice to know all that work wasn't in vain.

Olivia: ...There's just that one teeeeeeny-tiny issue with the size.

Avatar: ...Ah.

Olivia: It's going to be difficult to dance in a theater that fits in the 
plam of my hand. ...Not that I'm complaining or anything.

Avatar: Yes, but the perfect venue for a flea circus!

Olivia: I don't want a flea circus!

Avatar: Heh, I know. In any case, as small as it is, it's still a theater 
that WE built. Now that we know how it's done, it should be a simple matter 
to scale everything up.

Olivia: You think so?

Avatar: Absolutely! Always have a plan, I say.

Olivia: Well, if you think so, then I believe it! Besides, working with you 
is so much fun, it hardly feels like work at all. So, only...what? A few more 
decades? And we'll build a fabulous, human-size theater! ...Hmm. You sure it 
wouldn't just be easier to save up my money?

Avatar: Now, now! You promised to to talk about that again, remember?

Olivia: Oh, right. Sorry. Well, I have a new, special dance I made to 
celebrate our new performance space! Would you... Um, would you like to see 
it? I mean, if you're busy, that's fine...

Avatar: I can always make the time to watch one of your dances!

Olivia: Hee hee! Okay. I might be a bit rusty, but I'll do my best. I've been 
saving this for when the new theater was ready...

Avatar: Ah, this IS fun, isn't it? The only thing better than having a dream, 
is making it come true with a friend!

Olivia: Thanks, Avatar. I couldn't do it without you.
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Cherche* C

Cherche: Oh, this one is cute! Er, then again, maybe not. Hmm, this one has 
some nice horns, but I think it's the wrong type for Minerva. Dear me, this 
is harder than I expected.

Avatar: Cherche? What are you up to?

Cherche: Ah, perfect timing, Avatar. I want to ask you something.

Avatar: What about?

Cherche: Among your many friends, are there any particularly beautiful 
wyverns?

Avatar: ...Did you just ask if I have good-looking wyvern friends?

Cherche: Well, it was worth a shot. I'm looking for a partner for Minerva. I 
must have searched through dozens of portraits and letters of introduction. 
And yet, not a single one has been up to Minerva's very exacting standards.

Avatar: Minerva? That massive thing you ride into battle? I, er, didn't know 
that anyone offered match-making services for wyverns.

Cherche: No one does! That's what is making this so very difficult. I've been 
doing everything all on my own so far...

Avatar: Impressive. You're breaking new ground in wyvern relations.

Cherche: It's a giant leap for mankind and wyvernkind alike, I'll wager. 
...Want to pitch in?

Avatar: Well, if you think I can help! Ha ha ha...ha? Wait... You were being 
serious?

Cherche: Did you hear that, Minerva? Avatar is going to help us! 
(Minerva roars) 
Cherche: Oh, look how happy you've made Minerva!

Avatar: That bloodcurdling sound was happiness?!
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Cherche B

Avatar: I've assembled an extensive dossier on prespective wyvern mates, 
Cherche. ...I can't believe I just said that.

Cherche: Oh, thank you! This is so exciting! Let's see what you have.

Avatar: Here you go.

Cherche: Ah, you've included oil portraits of all the wyverns! What a nice 
touch. Hmm...no. ...No. ...Nope. ...Ugh, not a chance. ...No. ...Aaand, no. 
Um, Avatar? Did you know that these are all female wyverns?

Avatar: Er, right. Is that a problem?

Cherche: Minerva is a girl. ...Who likes boys.

Avatar: He is? ...I m-mean, she is?!

Cherche: Yes, SHE is! ...It's perfectly obvious if you just bother to look.

Avatar: (Why in blazes would I ever be looking at-)

Cherche: I'm sorry? I didn't quite catch that.

Avatar: J-just scolding myself for making such an obvious blunder! Ha ha! 
...Ha. Well, I guess I'll be starting over then.

Cherche: You can probably tell just by looking at her, but Minerva is VERY 
picky. So do make sure that you bring her only the most handsome candidates.

Avatar: ...You do realize that I have no concept of what makes a wyvern 
handsome, right?

Cherche: The shape and length of his horns, the shine of his scales, and the 
length of his wings. Also consider overall musculature, roar volume, and 
fire-breath heat. ...Oh, and if he happens to be rich, so much the better.

Avatar: Oh, you have GOT to be joking!
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Cherche A

Avatar: Cherche, I believe I've found the perfect wyvern for Minerva! Here, 
look at this... ...Well? What do you think? Not bad, eh?

Cherche: If this oil painting is accurate, he appears absolutely perfect! 
Look, Minerva! What do you think? Isn't he terribly handsome? 
(Minerva roars) 
Cherche: Oh, she definitely likes him.

Avatar: Thank heavens! I was just about at the end of my rope with all this 
wyvern business...

Cherche: Thank you, Avatar. We both appreciate everything you've done for us. 
You are truly too kind.

Avatar: Well, if I do succeed, I imagine my name will go down in history 
books.

Cherche: As the first-ever chaperone for a wyvern blind date? Oh yes. I wager 
you'll be famous for centuries.

Avatar: ...Wait. I'M not going to be there when they meet! That's absurd! 
I've never even matched up people, let alone giant reptiles!

Cherche: Oh, you're a quick study. I'm sure it will all go swimmingly.

Avatar: I'm not!

Cherche: If it makes you feel better, I'll be there as well. I'm very 
familiar with the nitty-gritty of wyvern romance.

Avatar: No, knowing you are familiar with wyvern romance does NOT make me 
feel better! Besides, why don't you just take over from here and enjoy all 
the glory? I mean, I'm just blundering around in the dark, and frankly- 
(Minerva roars) 
Avatar:WAAAAAAH! WH-WHAT WAS THAT? MY EARS ARE RINGING! HELLO? CAN YOU HEAR 
ME?! WAS THAT A CRY OF HAPPINESS OR INSANE RAGE?!

Cherche: Rage. ...She's concerned you might abandon the project.

Avatar: BRANDON THE REJECT?! WHO?!

Cherche: She seems sure that you are the key to all of this working.

Avatar: A BEE IS LURKING?! I CAN'T... WAIT. HOLD ON! *sniiiiiiff* ...Oh, 
gods, that's better. My ears just popped. But look, I still have no idea what 
I'm actually doing... *Sigh* Aw, heck. I started this. I suppose I might as 
well see it through to the end.

Cherche: Oh, I'm so glad to hear you say that! And so is Minerva. Aren't you, 
Minerva? 
(Minerva roars)

Avatar: WAAAH GODS! NOT AGAIN!
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Lucina* C

Avatar: Phew! What a long day. So many chores, so little time...

Lucina: Avatar!

Avatar: Oh, hello, Lucina.

Lucina: What do you think you're up to?!

Avatar: I beg your pardon?

Lucina: Don't act all innocent! What are you doing poking around outside 
Father's tent?

Avatar: ...Is that his tent?

Lucina: You know perfectly well it is. Now confess! You were trying to get 
close to him for some nefarious reason, weren't you?!

Avatar: Er, I think there's been a bit of a misunderstanding here... I was on 
the way back to my own tent and happened to pass by this way.

Lucina: I'm not talking about just today! You're ALWAYS lurking near him, 
whenever the chance presents itself! It's almost as if the two of you are... 
lovers.

Avatar: Lucina? I am Chrom's chief tactician, his top aide, and his trusted 
military advisor. My duties demand that I be constantly at his side.

Lucina: Hmph. A reasonable enough cover story, I suppose... Are you saying 
you have no intention of seducing him?

Avatar: The thought never crossed my mind.

Lucina: But you ARE with him all the time, yes? And he trusts you so much. It 
would be so easy to fall in love, even if you didn't mean to.

Avatar: Our relationship is purely professional. Chrom is the general; I am 
the tactician.

Lucina: That's easy to say. And you might even believe it yourself...

Avatar: You refuse to trust me, don't you? Very well. I have a proposal. Why 
don't you follow me for a while and watch everything that I do. Perhaps 
direct observation will eradicate your doubts.

Lucina: Very well. I'll do exactly that. I will be as your shadow! Just watch 
and see.
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Lucina B

Lucina: Ah. There you are. I'll be shadowing you again today. Just so you are 
aware.

Avatar: If this is the only way for me to win your trust... Then yes, I 
welcome your surveillance with open arms.

Lucina: Who knows what sultry designs you have in mind for my sweet father?

Avatar: Lucina, I appreciate you wanting to keep the Chrom of this age safe 
from... harm. But aren't you being overly protective? You suspect even his 
closest allies...

Lucina: And how do I know you're a true ally? Because of your say-so?

Avatar: Surely you can sense the trust and affection that we have for each 
other? Chrom and I would never risk our friendship for the sake of some 
romantic dalliance. When you're older, you'll learn that men and women can 
just be friends.

Lucina: Are you insinuating I'm naive?

Avatar: Oh, I'm not insinuating anything. I'm flat out saying it. You're 
acting like a silly, jealous child.

Lucina: Jealous? Is that what you said? So you DO have designs on him! You 
want him all for yourself, and I'm getting in your way!

Avatar: ARRRGH! Are you even listening?!

Lucina: Of course, I can understand why. Perhaps even forgive you. It's 
natural that you'd be attracted to such a gallant, wonderful man.

Avatar: Chrom's nice, I suppose, but I've never thought of him as gallant. 
... Or wonderful.

Lucina: What are you saying? You don't think he's gallant? You think he's 
just NICE? But you're with him all the time! How can you be so blind to his 
incredible charms?! How dare you not be attracted to him! It's beyond 
insulting! If you don't start falling for him soon, my true anger will show 
its face!

Avatar: Er, I thought you DIDN'T want me to fall in love with him.

Lucina: R-right! I do! ... But I don't. But... No, wait. I do. J-just stay 
away from him, harpy!
(Lucina leaves)

Avatar: I'm honestly not sure which one of us is more confused...
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Lucina A

Lucina: Can we talk, Avatar? I have something to say.

Avatar: I can't wait to hear this...

Lucina: Well, it's about my father, as you probably guessed. I couldn't help 
noticing that you've been keeping your distance from him recently.

Avatar: How could I not, after all the dire warnings you threw in my 
direction? I've been trying to keep contact to a minimum and only talk when 
necessary.
I know it bothered you to see me with him, and I don't want to make you 
unhappy.

Lucina: Well, the thing is, I was talking to him and he brought it up with 
me. He was curious if I knew why you were suddenly trying to avoid him. He 
seemed a little upset, honestly.

Avatar: Oh. I was hoping he wouldn't notice. Still, I assume you told him the 
reason?

Lucina: Of course not! If he found out I was driving his friends aways, 
he'd... Um... In any case, it seems I should apoligize. I'm sorry, Avatar.

Avatar: Oh, it's all right... I know all of this must be a bit bewildering 
for you. I see how you'd want to keep him all for yourself. But you have to 
believe me when I tell you that Chrom and I are just friends. Admittedly, 
very good friends who share a special bond and a deep understanding... But no 
more tthan that, I promise. You have nothing to fear from me.

Lucina: I believe you.

Avatar: Well, that's a relief! But I confess, it's been refreshing to talk to 
someone who holds nothing back. Will you promise to keep saying what's on 
your mind, no matter what?

Lucina: If that is your wish, I will do so. Honestly, I'm not sure I know any 
other way!
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Kjelle* C

Kjelle: Torchlight glinting off polished steel... Imposing rows and fearsome 
visors... Ah. I never get tired of this sight.

Avatar: Kjelle? What are you doing here?

Kjelle: Ah, Avatar. Greetings. I was just admiring the armory. Don't you 
think it's lovely seeing all our gear lined up in neat little rows?

Avatar: I don't know that I've ever thought about it... Armor is an interest 
of yours, I take it?

Kjelle: An interest? To say the least! In truth, I absolutely ADORE armor! 
It's both battlefield tool and work of art... It grants a warrior might and 
majesty. It's one of the main reasons why I became a knight, in fact.

Avatar: I suppose there is a certain something about a well-made suit of 
plate. Especially the elaborate models fashioned for nobles and royalty.

Kjelle: Ha! I should have guessed that you, of all people, would share my 
passion.

Avatar: Er, yes, well... Perhaps not to the same degree.

Kjelle: I could help with that. I could tell you everything I know about 
armor. I could deepen your knowledge and help fuel the fires of your passion!

Avatar: Oh. Yes, that's... very kind of you. Perhaps when we have more time.

Kjelle: Agreed then! Next chance we get, I'll treat you to my five-part 
lecture on chain mail. This is serious business, Avatar. Just remember: you 
requested it!
(Kjelle leaves)

Avatar: ...Did I?
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Kjelle B

Kjelle: Ha! There you are... I've been looking everywhere for you!

Avatar: (Damn! She found me!) Er, I mean... Hello, Kjelle.

Kjelle: Ready for my discourse on armor?

Avatar: Oh, right. See, the thing about that is... Well, to be completely 
honest... Look, I won't ever be as passionate as you about armor. I just 
won't. And I feel like I'd just be letting you down, so maybe it's best if 
we-

Kjelle: Nonsense! Give me enough time, and I guarantee to ignite your love 
for armor. If not as works of art, then as valuable equipment that keeps your 
soldiers safe. You're interested in being the best tactician you can be, 
right? Because if so, it's essential that you learn as much as you can about 
protective gear.

Avatar: Er, well, yes. I suppose that is... a point.

Kjelle: No need to thank me, truly. What are friends for? And there's no 
better friends than those united in a common love of helm and shield!Avatar:

Avatar: I... can so very hardly wait.

Kjelle: Then let's begin! *ahem* I should probably start by listing all the 
things one can enjoy about armor. First, the smell: a wonderful bouquet of 
tangy metal and warm, rich leather.

Avatar: See, you've lost me already, Kjelle. I think armor smells terrible. 
It's sweaty and gross, especially after we've been fighting for weeks.

Kjelle: Oh, Avatar, Avatar... Why are you fighting this? There's no need to 
mask your feelings. Listen to your heart! Let it sing!

Avatar: ...I honestly have no idea what you're talking about.

Kjelle: Moving on, then! What's next... Ah, yes! The sound of armor! Don't 
you just love it? CLINK-CLANK! CLINK-CLANK! *Siiiiiiigh* I could listen to it 
all day...

Avatar: (...My instinct was to run when I saw her coming. Why didn't I run?! 
*Sigh* Nothing for it now but to just stand here politely until she's 
done...)
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Kjelle A

Kjelle: Ah, there you are, Avatar. Are you ready for our next discussion on 
how to properly enjoy armor?

Avatar: Kjelle, you don't enjoy armor. You LOVE armor. You're consumed by it! 
Infatuated! Maybe even obsessed!

Kjelle: Obsessed? Me?

Avatar: Well, it's not necessarily a bad thing, of course... It's just... 
hard to talk with you about anything else, and, er...

Kjelle: No, no. It's fine. I get it, Avatar. I'm boring you, aren't I? I 
start talking about armor, and then I just won't shut up. Armor this and 
armor that and blah-dee blah-dee blaaah. You hate me now, don't you? You hate 
the very sight of me.

Avatar: What?! Kjelle, that's absurd! I... I enjoy your company very much. 
And I don't hate armor, either, you know. You're just so serious about it! I 
mean, how did this happen? Where did this mad obsession even come from?

Kjelle: *Sigh* You want to know why I care about armor so much, Avatar? 
...It's because aromor was my only friend.

Avatar: I don't understand...?

Kjelle: In my future, humanity was on the verge of extinction. Risen roamed 
the land. My life depended on my armor. Long after my comrades and parents 
were dead and gone, it yet protected me. In the end, it was all I had left. 
It was constant. It never deserted me.

Avatar: .....

Kjelle: It's thanks to my armor that I'm still alive today to talk about it. 
Do you see now? Armor isn't just gear. It's a friend to whom I owe my life.

Avatar: But that was then... Now you have something better you can rely on.

Kjelle: ...Better armor, you mean?

Avatar: No! Us, Kjelle! Your friends! Look around the camp. Don't yousee how 
many people here care about you? When we all stand together, nothing can 
possibly harm you.

Kjelle: You make a convincing case, Avatar. But I don't want to be protected- 
I want to protect my comrades in turn!

Avatar: No one would ask any less of you, because we all feel the same. We 
all watch out for each other.

Kjelle: Now THAT'S the best kind of armor there is!
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Cynthia* C

Cynthia: COME, FOE! TASTE THE STEELY TANG OF CYNTHIA'S DEADLY BLADE! ... Gah. 
"Steely tang"? I sound more like a culinary critic than a hero... I AM 
CYNTHIA! QUAKE IN YOUR SUPPLE CALFSKIN BOOTS, EVILDOERS! Hey, that's not 
bad...

Avatar: Cynthia? What's all the shouting about?

Cynthia: Oh, hello, Avatar! Just practicing my opening line for when we go 
into battle.

Avatar: You do that a lot, don't you? Talk to the enemy, I mean.

Cynthia: Of course! That's what heroes do! It's important to make the enemy 
understand how majestic and heroic I am.

Avatar: Look, I love speeches and gallant poses as much as the next soldier. 
But doesn't that leave you exposed to a sudden strike from a foe?

Cynthia: Oh, no. That's against the rules! See, when heroes meet on the 
battlefied, everyone gets time to deliver their lines. If the foe knows 
anything about heroic derring-do, they'll wait their turn.

Avatar: I don't think our foes give two figs about derring-do. You're far 
more likely to get a quick dagger between the ribs.

Cynthia: B-but was is civilized! It celebrates bravery and honer and all that 
good stuff. Otherwise, it's just a bloody mess. Otherwise, it's just random 
slaughter.

Avatar: ...I'm sensing a steep learning curve ahead of use here.

Cynthia: Look, back in my future, the only foe we ever faced was the Risen. 
Now, when fighting brain-dead monsters, it's all about survival, niceties be 
damned. But I'm sure... I just assumed that here in the past, things would be 
more civilized. I mean, war can't ALWAYS be a horrific bloodbath! ...Can it?

Avatar: Oh, Cynthia...

Cynthia: Well anyway, I should run. I need to practice my sword flourishes!

Avatar: I can't decide if her attitude is admirable or pathetic... 
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Cynthia B

Cynthia: I AM CYNTHIA! YOUR BLOOD SHALL RUN THICK LIKE A SWAMPLAND! ...Ew, 
no. That's a bit gruesome. I AM CYNTHIA! I FLOAT LIKE A LEAF AND STING LIKE A 
NETTLE! ...Eh. Too vegetarian. Although it might lull the foe into a false 
sense of security...

Avatar: Hello, Cynthia.

Cynthia: Oh, hi, Avatar!

Avatar: Practicing battle lines again?

Cynthia: That's right! Because I still believe in the rules of heroic and 
gallant fighting.

Avatar: Just remember, not everyone follows the rules, or even knows about 
them. Some people have less honor than the Risen, in truth.

Cynthia: I know what risks are. But I refuse to give up the idea of civilized 
combat.

Avatar: Do you promise to at least look out for treachery?

Cynthia: Hey, stop worrying already! I can take care of myself. I'm a hero, 
remember? It's my job to rally and inspire our comrades.

Avatar: We all know how brave you are, Cynthia. You don't have to take risks 
to prove it. What good is a hero if she's so foolhardy everyone has to worry 
about her safety?

Cynthia: I hadn't thought about it that way...

Avatar: Well, perhaps you should. What say you at least consider toning it 
down a little? Okay?

Cynthia: ...Fiiine. I'll think about it. And sorry if I made you worry.

Avatar: She's such a sweet girl, and so innocent. I just hope that doesn't 
prove her undoing... 
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Cynthia A

Cynthia: Avatar, can we talk?

Avatar: Of course, Cynthia. What's on your mind?

Cynthia: Well, er, I've been thinking about what you told me...

Avatar: You mean the risks of your heroic posturing on the battlefield?

Cynthia: Right, exactly. But see, I still believe in all the chivalrous rules 
of combat. ...I really don't want to give up striking poses and delivering my 
battle lines. But I've decided that I'll be extra careful, and only do it 
when it's absolutely safe.

Avatar: And how will you know that?

Cynthia: Well, if I'm facing a noble foe who knows the rules, I'll go ahead 
and do my thing. But if it's a monster or a smelly bandit, I'll just hit 'em 
in the face.

Avatar: That sounds like a fair compromise. Thank you for considering my 
words.

Cynthia: Well, it didn't seem fair not to, after you told me how worried you 
were. After all, a real hero is someone who can look after herself AND her 
friends. Imagine if a comrade was hurt because I was busy making the sun 
glint off my blade! If Chrom was gut-punched because I was yelling about my 
terrible might! If you were beheaded and quartered then set aflame, all 
because I was--

Avatar: Okay, okay. I think I have the idea... 
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Severa* C

Avatar: *Slurp* Ah, yes. Perfect. Adding that dash of fenugreek really did 
the trick.

Severa: What are you doing, Avatar?

Avatar: Oh, hello, Severa. I'm just putting the finishing touches on 
tonight's stew. It's my turn in the galley, you see.

Severa: It smells pretty okay... Are you, like a professional cook or 
something?

Avatar: Me? Oh, gracious no. It's nothing special. I just tossed a few things 
in the pot.

Severa: Pfft. False modesty is so overrated. I can tell by the smell alone 
that a lot of work went into that stew. *Sniiiff* Ahhh. All kinds of herbs 
and stuff. You musta been cooking for hours.

Avatar: You're very kind, but I really think I just got lucky today. Usually 
when I cook, it ends up tasting like mud. ...Or burned mud.

Severa: I TOLD you already, that stuff is totally overrated! Gawds!

Avatar: I'm sorry?

Severa: I mean, really! You've made a success of something, so go ahead and 
celebrate! Pat yourself on the back! Tell everyone what a fantastic job you 
did! Soak up the praise! Otherwise, people forget you're being modest and 
start taking you at the word. And then when you do something really great, 
everyone treats it like a yawner. Before you know it, you're just boring old 
Avatar, and everyone ignores you!

Avatar: Gracious, Severa, that's quite a speech.

Severa: And another thing! What in blazes are you doing fiddling around with 
soups, anyway?! You're our TACTICIAN! You should be planning how not to get 
us killed! I don't want to die tomorrow because you're thinking about stupid 
garlic!

Avatar: Er, well. Normally I AM excused from roster duties, given how busy I-

Severa: I know, right?! So why are you HERE?! You should be in a war council 
with Chrom or planning our next march! You could secure provisions, check 
supplies, have our weapons repaired, blah blah blah. But NOOOOOOO! You're 
flinging soup around like some innkeeper's lackey.

Avatar: W-well, when you put it that way, I guess it doesn't make such 
sense... I just wanted to ensure folks were getting healthy food for the sake 
of morale.

Severa: MORALE?! Pfffffft! We're fine. Oh we all just LOVE it here. And we 
certainly don't need a daily serving of Avatar's Chef Surprise to help. 
GAWDS! It's like talking to an infant! I am SO out of here.
(Severa leaves)

Avatar: ...I'm honestly not sure if I should be flattered or insulted.
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Severa B

Avatar: Severa, can we talk?

Severa: Avatar? Sure, if... No wait! If you've got time to chat, you've got 
time to think up new strategies!

Avatar: Yes, well, that's what I want to talk to you about... You told me I 
need to spend more time on strategizing and less on distractions.

Severa: Yeah, I KNOW I said that. So what? Are you gonna tell me how stupid I 
am?

Avatar: Not in so many words. But I'd like to offer a counterargument, if I 
may. You see, when I cook for the troops, it's an opportunity to spend time 
with them. I can learn how they're feeling, exchange information and ideas, 
and so forth. This strengthens our bonds and makes us more effective out on 
the battlefield.

Severa: Huh? How so?

Avatar: Well, the more you know about a comrade, the more you begin to trust 
each other. And that trust is the key to bringing out our innate strengths 
and abilities. So in the end, making friends is actually an important part of 
the tactician's job.

Severa: Yeah, whatever, I guess.

Avatar: In any case, I wanted you to hear my reasoning, whether you agreed or 
not.

Severa: I SAID "whatever," didn't I? Gawds!

Avatar: You just don't seem very satisfied. What are you thinking? Come now, 
you don't have to hold back. I'm all for exchanging ideas, remember?

Severa: It's just... when I saw you stirring that pot of delicious stew, I 
got so angry...

Avatar: Yes, I noticed... But I still don't really understand why.

Severa: Because we're just about the same age and you're so much SMARTER than 
me! You're better at tactics and strategy and battle techniques and... 
everything! Everyone already thought you were amazing, and then you go make 
this amazing soup! I was just... I dunno. Jealous, I guess.

Avatar: Severa, first off, I'm not nearly so perfect as you seem to think I 
am. And I wouldn't be half what I am today if it wasn't for the help of all 
my friends.

Severa: Gawds, and you're MODEST, too! It's so totally annoying.

Avatar: Severa, are you sure it's really ME who's making you angry? Or does 
my skill set perhaps remind you of someone else?

Severa: Wha-?! How'd you... I mean... No, you're wrong!

Avatar: You don't sound so sure...

Severa: Gawds! See what I mean about you being so darn clever! I... I don't 
want to talk about it. My mind's all weird. I need to think.

Avatar: Of course. Take your time.
(Severa leaves)
Avatar: I think I might finally understand where that girl is coming from...
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Severa A

Severa: Avatar?

Avatar: Yes, Severa? What can I do for you?

Severa: You remember when you asked if I was mad at you or... someone else?

Avatar: Of course. But look, you don't have to talk about it if you don't 
want to.

Severa: No, it's all right. I kind of do. I'm thinking you might understand. 
I mean, you probably know this already, but you reminded me of... my mother.

Avatar: Yes, I see...

Severa: It's just that you're both so clever and smart and good at everything 
you do! And then there's little old me. I haven't done squat.

Avatar: But you don't hate your mother, do you?

Severa: No! Of course not! ...It's just that whenever I see her, I can't help 
thinking how wretched I am. She's strong, noble, articulate, beautiful, and 
admired by everyone and their house. Oh! Oh! AND she's kind and considerate 
and not in the slightest bit vain! Do you realize how hard it is being the 
daughter of Her Royal Perfectness? I guess I should just get used to being 
pathetic, huh?

Avatar: You have you own virtues, Severa. For on, you have a kind heart.

Severa: Pffft. Yeah, right.

Avatar: Think about it. You were reluctant to talk about this on account of 
MY feelings.

Severa: .....

Avatar: You know I have no memories of my parents or childhood... That's why 
you hesitated to complain about your own mother. Because you didn't want to 
inadvertently hurt my feelings. ...Am I right?

Severa: What? NO! Who could possibly think that far ahead?!

Avatar: Heh. Who's being modest now, Severa?

Severa: Look, I'm serious. All that stuff about your parents never occurred 
to me.

Avatar: Your eyes get so big and earnest when you're telling a lie. Did you 
know that?

Severa: ARRRGH!

Avatar: You've got a heart of gold, Severa. ...I hope you'll allow me to be 
your friend.

Severa: All right, fine! FINE! You wanna think I planned all that? Go ahead. 
Just stop talking about how nice I am! It's so embarrassing... Gawds!
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Noire* C

Noire: Avatar.

Avatar: Hello, Noire. What can I do for you?

Noire: Oh, nothing. I just wanted to get a good look at you up close.

Avatar: Er, well, all right, I suppose. Can I ask what you're looking for?

Noire: It's just that... you're so wonderful and amazing! *Sigh* I wish YOU 
were my mother.

Avatar: Noire! Tharja's a fine, young woman, and I'm sure she was... er, will 
be a fine mother.

Noire: I don't know. She hardly seems like the paragon of caring motherhood.

Avatar: Maybe you shouldn't hold her to such lofty standards. If you don't 
have an image of perfection, she'll seem a perfectly good candidate.

Noire: Yeaj, maybe. But I still think you'd be LEAGUES better! Anyway, so I 
was wondering... Do you mind if I call you mom?

Avatar: Um... Er... I don't...

Noire: You're going to say no, aren't you?

Avatar: I just think it would be... strange. People might get the wrong idea.

Noire: *Sniff*

Avatar: Oh, for pity's sake, don't look at me with those woebegone eyes! 
Look, you can't call me mom, but if you want to hang around me, that's fine.

Noire: Really! Gosh, thanks SO much! I'll definitely start doing that!
(Noire leaves)

Avatar: Methinks there's more to this than she's letting on...
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Noire B

Noire: H-hi, Avatar. Do you mind if I stand close to you again?

Avatar: No. I suppose not. But are you ever going to tell me what this whole 
mom thing is about?

Noire: It's just that you're so strong and kind and charismatic. You're a 
true leader borh on and off the battlefield. You have this kindlt maternal 
aura that cocoons everyone who comes near. But you also have a calm, 
commanding presence that makes people feel safe. You're like a mother to this 
whole entire army, Avatar!

Avatar: Gracious! I don't think I've ever been paid such an extravagant 
compliment. But Noire, I'm still so young. I don't think I'm half the person 
you think I am.

Noire: You say you're young, but how can you know for sure? You have no 
memories at all, right? So who knows when you were born?

Avatar: Huh. Well, I suppose I could be an old crone and just not know it. At 
least I'm aging well.

Noire: Besides, it doesn't matter if you're old! ...At least not to me. I 
still think you're a perfect mother.

Avatar: Noire, what happened to Tharja in the future?

Noire: She died. Just like all the other mothers. Every last one of them.

Avatar: Gods have mercy...

Noire: A lot of fathers died first because they were on the front lines. Then 
the Risen started picking off the rest of us one by one.

Avatar: ...I see. That explains why you're seeking a new mother.

Noire: Yeah, I guess. Anyway, thanks for listening to me, Avatar. I'd... 
better go now.
(Noire leaves)

Avatar: Oh, Noire...
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Noire A

Noire: Avatar. You're awake!

Avatar: Huh? Noire? Was I sleeping? ...Wait, where am I?

Noire: You're in the nursing tent. You collapsed all of a sudden. The healers 
say you have thin blood or something.

Avatar: Was it you who found and brought me here?

Noire: Yes. I haven't left your side since you arrived. I've spent a lot of 
time in this tent, so I kind of know how things work.

Avatar: Thank you for taking care of me.

Noire: Aw, you don't need to thank me. It was an honor.

Avatar: I've been working hard lately- perhaps the exhaustion is catching up 
to me.
Still, I'll have to find a solution. I don't have the luxury of being ill!

Noire: Oh gods, I'm SO sorry! This is all my fault! It's because of me that 
you worked yourself to the point of collapse!

Avatar: Er, actually you didn't have anything to do with-

Noire: Yes, I did! Don't try to deny it! It's because I told you that you 
were like our mother, isn't it? You have to take care of yourself, Avatar! 
You have to! Don't take all of our burdens on your own shoulder.

Avatar: .....

Noire: And if you ever need a shoulder to lean on, you can just come talk to 
me.

Avatar: You really are a kind soul, Noire. I feel better already knowing that 
you're around to look after me.

Noire: Hee hee! Me too!

Avatar: It's strange to have a whole camp full of my very own grown-up 
children. But it's a wonderful feeling to have so many people that care for 
me.

Noire: We DO care for you! Especially me.
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Nah* C

Avatar: HEY! Nah! What in blazes do you think you're doing?!

Nah: Oh hey, Avatar. What's the trouble?

Avatar: What's the TROUBLE? You! Turing into a dragon and crashing through 
the countryside!

Nah: Oh. That. .... Sorry.

Avatar: Sorry isn't good enough!

Nah: Look, it's just something I have to do.

Avatar: And why, pray tell, is that?

Nah: Every now and then, I get this incredible urge to just... run amok. It's 
like a really horrible itch that HAS to be scratched. So I turn into a dragon 
and rampage for a bit. It's genetic or... something.

Avatar: What about the people who get hurt on these little strolls of 
destruction?!

Nah: Oh, gosh, I would never do that! Never! I always go something nice and 
quiet where there's no one around. Then I just sort of unleash myself on 
trees and bushes and stuff. My record is thirty giant firs in a single 
rampage! Pretty impressive, huh?

Avatar: Well, I... suppose that is impressive. But are you sure it's safe?

Nah: Er, like I might hurt myself on a sharp branch or something?

Avatar: Something like that. ....Listen, Nah. You think I could watch the 
next time you do this?

Nah: Oh, sure. That would be no problem. In fact, it'd make it more fun!

Avatar: Er, fun? Maybe this isn't such a good idea after all.... 
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Nah B

Nah: *Yawn* What a great rampage... I'm going to sleep well tonight!

Avatar: I don't think I've ever seen anything so terrifying in all my life... 
Dragons are ferocious beasts when they want to be!

Nah: I bet you're afraid I'm going smoosh somebody around here into jelly, 
huh?

Avatar: Huh? Oh, n-no. Of course not. I'm sure it's quite safe...

Nah: Lair, lair, pantaloons aflame! Just remember, I only rampage if there's 
no one around. It's perfectly safe.

Avatar: I'm sure you're right. Who could you hurt in such an isolated spot?

Nah: Exactly! I'm not idiot, you know. I've been doing this for a while.

Avatar: ...Still, it makes me wonder why you have such urges in the first 
place. I assumed it was something instinctual in your species... But there's 
no record of your mother ever doing it. In fact, I've never heard of any 
manakete engaging in such behavior!

Nah: Beats me. Hmm... The other manaketes have always been true-bloods, 
right? As far as I know, I'm the only half-human manakete that's ever lived.

Avatar: You think it's something from your human side that compels you?

Nah: Hey, I dunno. I just work here. All I know is that have to do it, 
whether we like it or not!

Avatar: Well, if you don't mind, I'm going to keep coming on these little 
trips of yours.

Nah: Hey, it's your funeral. Kidding! I'm kidding. ...Ha ha?
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Nah A

Nah: Hee hee! Oh, gods, that was fun! That was the best rampage EVER!

Avatar: Here, Nah. Have some water.

Nah: Thanks!

Avatar: Gracious, you certainly took it up another notch today. It's a good 
thing we're in such a isolated spot here.

Nah: Gods, yeah. Can you imagine me running amok in the middle of town?!

Avatar: A grim thought indeed. But listen, I have a theory about why you need 
to rampage. I think they're a way for your dragon side to get some exercise.

Nah: Hmm, yeah. Could be. Is exercise something you humans do a lot?

Avatar: Most of us, yes. It's a great way to get rid of stress and blow off 
steam. And the healers say regular exercise is the key to good health.

Nah: Do you uproot trees?

Avatar: Er, no not usually. In fact, almost never.

Nah: Oh. That's too bad Uprooting trees is favorite bit. Oh, so the other day 
in the village I saw a lady screaming at her husband. She was chasing him 
around the square with this huge rolling pin. Then she went in the house, 
threw his stuff out of the window, and stomped on it. Was that exercise? 
'Cause it sure looked like a good workout.

Avatar: Er, no. That's something different. Although I wager she was blowing 
off steam...

Nah: Hmm. Well, it seems that my exercise needs to be destructive. I can't 
stop until I've splintered some trees or torn up a swathe of undergrowth.

Avatar: It's good thing we have plenty of forest to spare.

Nah: Oh, and I feel much better running amok if you're here with me.

Avatar: Because I can make sure that you don't destroy anything important?

Nah: Because forests are dark and scary and have lots of ghosts. But when 
you're around, I'm not scared one little bit!

Avatar: Heh. Sometimes I forget there's a little girl inside that monstrous 
beast.

Nah: So you ARE going to keep coming out with me for my exercises, aren't 
you?

Avatar: Of course. I've grown quite fond of them, and of you... You're like 
the little sister I never had... and I guess the big monster I never had, 
too!

Nah: YAAAAAY!
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Anna* C

Anna: Oh, Avatar! Just the lady I wanted to see!

Avatar: Oh, hello, Anna. What can I do for you?

Anna: I have a proposition for you...

Avatar: A proposition?

Anna: Yes! Just this morning, I got my hands on a stock of special skin 
cream. You just smooth it on, and the wear and tear of battle and travel 
disappear! Old, dry skin replaced by silky smoothness. It's the hard-
travelin' girl's best friend! And today only, I can offer it to you at an 
insanely low price.

Avatar: Er, I see. That's very kind, I suppose. But, to be honest, I don't 
use creams and lotions much. They're not really my thing.

Anna: But a girl's skin is her most important ally! Why, neglecting it is 
like abandoning a comrade on the battlefield! You're so pretty already - just 
think what a beauty you'll be with healthy, glowing skin!

Avatar: Er, well, if you put it like that... I suppose I could try a little.

Anna: That's the spirit! ...Aaand here you go. One tub of Anna's Wonder 
Cream.

Avatar: Heh, now you've gotten me all excited. I'll have to try it right now.

Anna: Great. You do that. ...Bye!
(Avatar leaves)
Anna: ...Wait a second? What's this? Oh, cripes! I gave her the wrong one! 
The stuff I gave her is the experimental formula that's still being tested on 
cows! ...Well, I gueeess it'll be all right? I mean, flame-tree resin is 
probably safe and effective on skin. ...Right? And since the sale's been 
made, I couldn't give her money back. ...Right? No, of course not. All sales 
are final!
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Anna B

Avatar: Anna!

Anna: Oh, Avatar! Did you need me for... something or the other?

Avatar: It's about that skin cream you sold me.

Anna: (...Oh no. She knows! She's going to want her money back, and I already 
spent-)

Avatar: Anna, what are you mumbling about? Are you listening to me?

Anna: What? Oh, er, yes! Yes, I'm listening! ...So, how is the cream? I only 
ask because sometimes it, er, doesn't affect everyone... exactly the same.

Avatar: Well, let me tell you, it works like a charm on me! My skin's been 
rosy pink and smooth as silk since I started using it.

Anna: ...For serious?

Avatar: Oh yes. Can't you tell? Look at my face! I'm beaming! Thanks to you, 
I wake up every morning confident and ready for any challenge.

Anna: Oh, I'm so reliev... Er, I mean, pleased! I knew it would work! Ha 
ha...

Avatar: Do let me know if you get any more in. I'm ready to buy a lifetime's 
supply!

Anna: Er, of course...

Avatar: Great! See you soon!
(Avatar leaves)

Anna: ...Well, that was unexpected. If it's that amazing, I'm going to have 
to try some myself!
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Anna A

Anna: Er, Avatar? You remember that skin cream I sold you recently? I, er, 
don't suppose you'd let me try some of it?

Avatar: Don't tell me you've never used it yourself?

Anna: Well, the thing is, I has such a limited supply, and it was so 
popular... It, uh...  sold out before I had a chance!

Avatar: Why, Anna, I had no idea it was such a rare and valuable commodity.

Anna: Oh, er, it's fine. That's what business is all about, right? B-but 
after you told me how well it worked, I was thinking I ought to try it 
myself.

Avatar: Well, there's no time like the present. I have the tub right here in 
my bag... Now just hold still while I smear it all over your face.

Anna: ...Gracious. It's very sticky, isn't it? It's almost like glue.

Avatar: It always feels like that at first. But soon you'll find your skin 
tingling with health.

Anna: So, like, how long are we talking here? Not too long, I hope.

Avatar: ...Anna? What's the matter?

Anna: I'm... not sure. Something feels strange. My skin is... It's... Oh 
gods, it's itchy! So itchy! ...And getting MUCH itchier!

Avatar: ...Oh?

Anna: Arrrgh! I can't stand it! It's like a hundred mosquito bites covered in 
tar! Wh-what's happening to me? How can I make it stop?!

Avatar: Good heavens, Anna! Your face is swelling up like a balloon! Hold on! 
I'll fetch some water! *departs*

Anna: Does she know I sold her the wrong cream? Is this some kind of sick 
revenge plot? N-no, that wouldn't be her style. ...Or would it? Maybe our 
skin just reacts differently to the cream? *scratch, scratch* Argh! Such an 
apt punishment for my crime... It must be the work of the gods! But I'm not 
going to let this little setback brinng me down... *scratch* When life gives 
you lemons, you sell lemonade! *scratch* Then you sell the the lemon rinds, 
and plant the seeds, and sell the lemon trees later on! *Scratch, scratch, 
scratch* Oh, gods! If only I had just sold her some lemonade! *scratch*
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Tiki* C

Tiki: Zzzzzz...

Avatar: (Is that Tiki? Looks like she's asleep; I better keep my voice down. 
What is she thing anyway, taking a nap out here?)

Tiki: Phzzzzzzth...

Avatar: (She's going to catch her death of cold. If only I had a cloak to put 
over her...)

Tiki: Zzzzzzzzz...

Avatar: (When she's all curled up asleep like that, she almost looks like a 
normal human girl.)

Tiki: Zzzzzz... Oh, Bantu... This is... the first time... I've ever seen a 
town... Zzzzzz... Thank you...

Avatar: (Ah, listen to that. She's talking in her sleep. Dreaming about 
ancient times, no doubt. Hmm. I wonder how old she is, exactly. Thousands of 
years at least, if she remembers the age of legends...)

Tiki: Zzzzzz... That is... a secret... Zzzzzzzzz...

Avatar: (Did she just answer me in her sleep? ... Heh. No. A coincidence, 
surely. But there's an easy way to make sure... Tiki, where did you used to 
live?)

Tiki: Zzz... Long ago, I lived with a great mage... in a secret, hidden 
house... Then I was laid down to sleep... in the temple of the ice dragon...

Avatar: (Gracious, I do believe she's actually answering my questions! Hmm. 
It's odd how little we actually know about our friend Tiki here. This might 
be a golden opportunity to find out more...)

Tiki: Zzzzzz... *snort*

Avatar: (Heh heh, this should be VERY interesting indeed...)

Tiki: Zzzzzz... I sense... danger... Zzzzzzzzzzzz...
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Tiki B

Tiki: Zzzzzz...

Avatar: (Well, hello there... Tiki is snoozing again, eh? Perhaps you need to 
nap more than normal people when you're thousands of years old. Anyway, nap 
time for Tiki means question time for me! Now then... Tiki, what happened 
after you slept at the ice dragon's temple?)

Tiki: Zzzzzz... N-no!

Avatar: Hmm?

Tiki: P-please... don't seal me away... I want... to be free... Zzzzzz...

Avatar: What's going on?

Tiki: ...I... will not... allow this... You're making... me... ANGRY!

Avatar: T-Tiki?! What's happening? Are you all right?

Tiki: ..... Zzzzzz...

Avatar: Gracious, she sounded truly terrified... Tiki, are you all right?

Tiki: ...Yes... I'm all right... Mar-Mar...

Avatar: ...Mar-Mar? (Oh wait. She must be talking about the ancient hero 
Marth. Something terrible happened to her long ago, but King Marth came to 
the rescue?)

Tiki: Mar-Mar...

Avatar: (Aw, look. Her face is lighting up like a child on her birthday! So 
cute! She must have loved the ancient king very much...)

Tiki: Mar-Mar... please don't... go. Don't... leave me.

Avatar: (... Oh, dear. Another sad time. I guess I assumed that living as 
long as Tiki would be all fun and games. All that time to do and see the 
things you desire? To learn whatever you want? But she must have experienced 
countless hardships as well... She would've watched the people she loved the 
most age and die... How terrible. I hope her dreams have some happy memories 
as well.)

Tiki:  Zzz... Thank you... Avatar...

Avatar: You're welcome, Tiki.
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Tiki A

Tiki: Zzzzzz...

Avatar: (Snoozing again? I'll keep quiet, but maybe I could ask just one more 
question...)

Tiki: Zzzzzz...

Avatar: (After all, there is something I've been DYING to find out... It 
sounds like Tiki really liked the King Marth of long ago... But did she LIKE 
him, like him? Curious minds must know!)

Tiki: Zzzzzz...

Avatar: ..... (I mean, it would be a shame to let such a chance go to 
waste...)

Tiki: *Snort* Zzzzzz?

Avatar: (Er, Tiki? Hello, can you hear me? I want you to listen very 
carefully. Remember when you told me about ancient King Marth and how he 
saved you? Well, I was wondering... Did you love him?)

Tiki: .....

Avatar: Hello? (This is odd. Usually she answeres right away.) Hey, Tiki? Can 
you hear me? I'm asking you a question. Were you in love with King Marth? Did 
you want to marry him? Come on, spit it out!

Tiki: Tiki... is not home.

Avatar: Hey! What kind of dreamspeak is that?! You're supposed to answer my 
question!

Tiki: *Snort* H-huh?! Wooza wozza?! What's going on?!

Avatar: Aw, nuts. I woke her up.

Tiki: Avatar? Is there an emergency? Is the camp under attack?

Avatar: Er, well... I mean, that is to say... You were... moaning! Yes, 
that's it. Moaning unhappily in your sleep. I thought you were having some 
terrible nightmare and decided to wake you up.

Tiki: Really? Thanks, Avatar. ... I think it was a nightmare. I vaguely 
remember being hounded by some awful hag. She wouldn't stop pestering me with 
personal questions.

Avatar: O-oh? F-f-fancy that! What a funny dream! Heh hah!

Tiki: Yaaawn* But I'm still pretty sleepy. You don't mind if I doze off 
again, do you?

Avatar: Oh. No. Of course not. Be my guest.

Tiki: Just another fourty winks and I'll... be ready... for action... ..... 
Zzzzzz...

Avatar: (Whew! I dodged an arrow there! I couldn't very well tell her I was 
asking such private questions in her sleep...)

Tiki: Zzz... *mumble*

Avatar: (She's talking in her sleep again! Let me just bend down here so I 
can get a good-)

Tiki: Avatar... mind your own business... or else.

Avatar: WAAAAAAAAARGH!

Tiki: Zzzzzz... Oh, and before you leave... fetch me a cloak to... lay over 
me... It's a bit chilly... down here... Zzzzzzzzzzzz...

Avatar: Oh! Uh, right. Of course! Whatever you say, Tiki!

Tiki: Hee hee... Zzzzzz...
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Say'ri* C

Avatar: Say'ri? Hello? ...Er, I had a question for you.

Say'ri: I am in the tent, my lady. Enter and be welcome.

Avatar: Finally! It feels like I've been looking for... Oh! I'm so sorry! I 
had no idea you were changing! I'll, er, just step outside.

Say'ri: Fie, Avatar! We are both women, yes? And I've no shame in my body. 
...But if it makes you uncomfortable, I shall dress. Give me but a moment.
(Time passes)
Say'ri: Sorry to keep you waiting, my lady. Now, you had a question?

Avatar: Well, I did, yes. ...But now I'm actually more interested in your 
smallclothes. At least, I assume that's what they were? Those bolts of white 
cloth?

Say'ri: Aye, you have the right of it. My culture has many unique customs- 
most-like our smallclothes differ as well.

Avatar: But they're just strips of cotton wrapped around your chest and hips. 
It looks like they could fall off at any moment.

Say'ri: I'm honored that you are interest in the customs and culture of 
Chon'sin. Mayhap next time we have a moment, I could tell you more.

Avatar: Well, certainly, thank you. I'm most interested... and it may even 
prove useful. Who knows to what mysterious lands this campaign will end up 
taking us? A crash course on different cultures might be excellent 
preparation.

Say'ri: I shall be honored to serve as your guide to Chon'sin, Avatar.
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Say'ri B

Avatar: Hello, Say'ri.

Say'ri: Ah, Avatar.

Avatar: You have a moment? I was wondering if you might tell me more about 
Chon'sin.

Say'ri: Aye, gladly! What shall we speak on today?Perhaps you'd care to 
sample a cup of Chon'sin-style tea?

Avatar: That doesn't look like any tea I've ever seen...

Say'ri: Aye, we use different leaves and different utensils, and even drink 
unlike you. Chon'sin takes tea very seriously. There are entire schools 
devoted to the art.

Avatar: Goodness! That seems a bit excessive, doesn't it?

Say'ri: Perhaps, but to the devotees of Teaism, even a lifetime of study is 
not enough. Not to worry, though- I'm not one of them. Now permit me boil the 
water...
(Time passes)

Avatar: .....

Say'ri: Take this with care. The cup is fearsome hot.

Avatar: Ooh, thank you! This is exciting... Right, here goes... *slurp* 
PFFFFFFT! Bitter! Gods, but it's bitter! Is it supposed to taste like that?

Say'ri: Aye and aye again. Once you grow used to it, anything else seems as 
water. It goes especially well with sweets and small cakes.

Avatar: Can't you put sugar in it like we do with our tea?

Say'ri: You may do as you will, but in Chon'sin we drink it plain.

Avatar: Your people have truly hardy palate. Though I suppose if you grow up 
with it...

Say'ri: Am I to take it that you are not fond of our tea?

Avatar: I just wasn't expecting it, is all. I've never tasted anything so 
bitter in my life! But it does have a pleasant aftertaste. Who knows? With a 
bit of practice...

Say'ri: I'm pleased you found the experience interesting, if not wholly 
pleasant. You must let me teach you more about my culture when time permits.

Avatar: I'd like that very much.
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Say'ri A

Avatar: Hello, Say'ri. Thank you again for that tea the other day. I was 
wondering if you'd care to share more about your country's customs?

Say'ri: Aye, my lady! Now, what could I talk about today? Something esoteric, 
perhaps? Oh, I know. I could tell you of our art... For Chon'sin artists, the 
most beautiful objects are the old and broken.

Avatar: Truly?

Say'ri: Aye and aye again. Something in our eye prefers the patina of age. 
'Tis but a different aesthetic.

Avatar: I've only ever thought of aesthetics to mean bright, beautiful 
things.

Say'ri: Then I shall attempt to explain my people's point of view. Something 
that's old is infused with a certain beauty. A beauty of hard use, if it 
pleases you. Of decay and poverty.

Avatar: Poverty? ...That's a bit difficult to wrap my head around.

Say'ri: It does require a new way of looking at things, but it can be done. 
In time, you'll appreciate the beauty of brown, the allure of rust, the smell 
of mold.

Avatar: I think I prefer my art to be colorful and clean.

Say'ri: Aye, and to me, such things seem garish and dull, both at once. I 
much prefer the honest poverty of simple, understated pieces.

Avatar: That's the second time you've used that word, "poverty."
 
Say'ri: The appreciation of poverty is an essential part of our culture. We 
often say that poverty teaches us what is truly important in life. Not 
status, or standing, or possessions, but a loving heart and positive spirit.

Avatar: Mmm, a lesson we should all appreciate. People who become rich are so 
often spoiled by their wealth and luxury. They end up wanting more and more 
but can never be satisfied.

Say'ri: Aye! The Chon'sin interest in age and decay is a reminder of that 
very point. 'Tis a way to remonstrate with ourselves and appreciate what we 
already have.

Avatar: What a wonderful way of looking at things... I suppose it explains a 
lot. I've always admired how poised and graceful you look when you fight. You 
seem... centered. As is the little things don't affect you. And now I 
understand why.

Say'ri: You honor me, my lady.

Avatar: Heh, it's true though. I think we can all learn a lot from your 
country.

Say'ri: I'm pleased you've come to think so. Truly. I hope one day you'll 
come visit.

Avatar: I'd like that very much.

Say'ri: Then we've one more reason to finish this war and restore peace to 
the world!

Avatar: Yes we do.
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Flavia* C:

Flavia: Avatar! I want a word with you.

Avatar: Oh, Khan Flavia. What can I do for you?

Flavia: I just wanted to say... that I am very much an admirer of yours You 
are quick witted, bold, and decisive. Everything a superior tactician should 
be.

Avatar: Oh, well... I'm honored by the compliment, Khan Flavia. Though in 
truth, I'm unaccustomed to such high praise...

Flavia: Please dispense with the humility. I find it terribly dull and, in 
your case, ill fitting. Besides, once this war is over, I want you to serve 
as my chief tactician.

Avatar: ...Me?

Flavia: Regna Ferox sorely needs military talent of your caliber. At my side, 
you'd be worth a legion or more of battle-hardened fighters!

Avatar: Milady, I... I don't know what to say. Might I have some time to 
think on it?

Flavia: Yes, of course. You mull it over, then return to me with an answer.

Avatar: Th-thank you. I'll do that.
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Flavia B:

Avatar: Hmm... But then, if they hit us here, our flank would be exposed. 
Unless...

Flavia: Ha! Look at you, Avatar! Everyone else is resting, yet here you are, 
studying battle maps on your own. You're not only skilled, smart, and brave-
you're hardworking and diligent, too!

Avatar: Oh, I'm just doing my job.

Flavia: Were that we were all so dedicated. ...Ah, yes. I almost forgot. I 
brought you something from the town florist.

Avatar: Goodness, they smell lovely. Thank you very much.

Flavia: I've been told that the fragrance of flowers soothes the soul and 
heals the flesh. You must remember to take a break sometimes and recover your 
strength. I don't want you keeling over before I've secured your services for 
myself!

Avatar: Are you truly serious about hiring me to serve Regna Ferox?

Flavia: Of course I am! As a tactician, your judgement is supreme, and your 
talent both rare and true. Why do you think I have such love for you?!

Avatar: ...Muh?

Flavia: In fact, I want you to join the royal family and help me aid the 
people of Regna Ferox.

Avatar: Er, what do you mean by that?

Flavia: Is it not clear?

Avatar: Well, it's just that... you're a woman. And I'm a woman. And I'm 
flattered, but I'm not really... I don't think...

Flavia: I've better things to do than worry about a person's gender, Avatar! 
I only care about talent, brains, and character. And as I keep saying, you 
have all of those qualities in spades.

Avatar: This is really not what I was expecting you to... Er, so maybe... 
Um... I need to go.

Flavia: Damn and blast! What's gotten into that woman? I thought an orphan 
like her would leap at the chance to be my adopted sister!
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Flavia A:

Flavia: Ah, there you are, Avatar.

Avatar: K-Khan Flavia!

Flavia: Well? Have you thought more about my proposal?

Avatar: Oh, er, right. You mean the one about me going to Regna Ferox?

Flavia: And joining my family. Don't forget that bit.

Avatar: Yes, about that. You see, I'm not entirely sure what it means. 
Because we're both women, and... I mean, not that there's anything wrong with 
that, but...

Flavia: Yes? And...? We're both women. That's no impediment as far as I'm 
concerned!

Avatar: It is for me!

Flavia: Why? Isn't it more important that we hold love for each other? Any 
other details-

Avatar: This is a bit more than a detail! Look, I'm just not ready to make 
such a drastic change. Besides, now is not the time to even consider such 
things, is it?

Flavia: Hmm... then I take it you wouldn't consider coming to Regna Ferox 
anytime soon?

Avatar: Well, with this war still raging, it's hard for me to think even a 
day in advance. Besides, Chrom deserves my undivided attention right now. 
He's earned that much.

Flavia: I'm disappointed, Avatar, though I understand your position.

Avatar: I'm sorry. Truly I am. Um, but... I do hope we can continue to be 
friends?

Flavia: Oh, of course. ...Still I'd grown somewhat used to imagining our 
happy future. Adopting you into the royal family and finally having a sister 
of my own... Perhaps we could even have been bridemaids at each other's 
weddings! But forgive me. You're right. This isn't the time for idle 
fantasies.

Avatar: ...Sister?

Flavia: But if it's friendship you want, then friendship we shall have!

Avatar: Wait. When you said you loved me, you meant as a SISTER?!

Flavia: Well, an adopted sister, yes. ...Didn't I make that clear?

Avatar: No, you didn't! I thought that... Um... Well, never mind what I 
thought.

Flavia: Wait a second. You thought... You and me...? AHHH HA HA HA HA HA HA!

Avatar: It's not my fault! The way you were talking, it just... Oh, gods, I'm 
so embarrassed...

Flavia: Blazes, girl, you're turning as red as Basilio after two barrels!

Avatar: *Ahem* Annnyway... All right, then. I will consider your offer. The 
sister one, I mean. But not until this damnable war is won for good.

Flavia: Fair enough. But know this... I'm not the kind of woman who gives up 
easily. I yearn for you like a wolf for the still-beating heart of the 
deer... And when the time comes, you will be my prey!

Avatar: Er, you know...

Flavia: Yes, my lovely fawn. You shall be mine, now and forever!

Avatar: You're doing it again!
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Emmeryn* C

Avatar: How are you feeling, Your Grace?

Emmeryn: .....

Avatar: If something troubles or concerns you, you will tell me, won't you?

Emmeryn: There is nothing... troubling me.

Avatar: Well, I'm pleased to hear that! But you must promise to let me know 
if anything changes.

Emmeryn: Very... well.

Avatar: I still remember those events as clearly as if they happened 
yesterday. That heady time when we fouhgt against the Plegian threat side by 
side.

Emmeryn: .....

Avatar: You were a true inspiration to me. You know what? You strove so hard 
to avoid war and safeguard peace against all odds. And you persevered even 
when principles caused you can Chrom to clash.

Emmeryn: .....

Avatar: But I know Chrom wants peace as much badly as you. He shares your 
dream.

Emmeryn: I don't... understand.

Avatar: It's okay, Your Grace. You're tired, and you've not recovered your 
memories. I doubt I'm making much sense.

Emmeryn: No, I... want to hear... it. Please... continue.

Avatar: Er, that's it, really. I just wanted to know that we're doing what 
you wished. We're on the right road. I'm sure of it. The road that leads to 
peace.

Emmeryn: ..... Peace...

Avatar: Yes, that's right. We're making your dream come true.

Emmeryn: Do I... help or... hinder? This... shell of me?

Avatar: You help, of course!

Emmeryn: That... is... good.

Avatar: So you mustn't give up on us OR yourself!
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Emmeryn B

Avatar: How fo you feel today, Your Grace?

Emmeryn: Will you... talk to me... again? As you did... before?

Avatar: If it pleases you. Perhaps I can tell you about Chrom. Would you like 
that?

Emmeryn: Chrom is... my... brother?

Avatar: That's right. He took over the throne, after you... Er, after you 
left. He's become a fine ruler. A beacon of hope, for people all across the 
world. They trust him to bring about a future of peace, and prosperity.

Emmeryn: Peace... and... prosperity...

Avatar: We're not there yet, though. We're fighting a terrible war against 
frightening odds. But at least Chrom gives us hope, even in these desperate 
hours. I know you'll be proud of him when you finally see all he has done.

Emmeryn: Very... well...

Avatar: Of course, once you've recovered, the first priority will be to 
reclaim your throne. You're still the exalt, after all.

Emmeryn: I am... exalt? I do not... understand...

Avatar: No, of course you wouldn't. Not yet, anyway.

Emmeryn: Chrom is... ruler. Chrom is... exalt. He must... lead.

Avatar: Well... if that were to be your wish, then of course it would be 
done.

Emmeryn: .....

Avatar: But it's too early for that, now. When your memory has returned, then 
you can make a decision.

Emmeryn: Wh-why not... now?

Avatar: Because... Well, because Chrom wants you back on the throne, that's 
why! The thought that you'll return gives him strength, to keep going.

Emmeryn: I... see. I shall... do as you say.

Avatar: You just focus on recovering your memories, and I'll drop by whenever 
I can to help.
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Emmeryn A

Avatar: Your Grace. How are you today?

Emmeryn: .....

Avatar: Your Grace? ...Emmeryn? Are you all right? Are you feeling unwell?

Emmeryn: I am... quite well. I have been... thinking.

Avatar: You have?

Emmeryn: What... am I? Who... am I?

Avatar: But... You're Exalt Emmeryn.

Emmeryn: So I am... told. But... with no memories... I cannot... lead. I 
cannot... inspire. I am... an empty shell... A burden... Of no use... to 
anyone.

Avatar: Nothing could be further from the truth! Why have you started 
thinking like this? Was it something I said?

Emmeryn: You did... nothing... wrong.

Avatar: No, I did. It was all that talk about Chrom being an inspiration to 
us, was it not? About his need for you to recover your memories and reclaim 
your rightful throne? I've been putting too much pressure on you... Of course 
you feel helpless. Oh, Your Grace! Please forgive me!

Emmeryn: Stop... blaming... yourself. You are... innocent.

Avatar: But, Your Grace!

Emmeryn: I am... glad to... speak... to you... Avatar. I am grateful... that 
you... come to me... like this... I... did not know... what I must... do... 
But now... I have... a goal. A reason... to live.

Avatar: .....

Emmeryn: I am... most grateful... to you. I'm sorry... I am still... so 
weak...

Avatar: You're growing stronger every day. I'm sorry if I ever made you doubt 
it.

Emmeryn: Don't... blame yourself. Just... promise me... that you... will help 
until... I am strong... again.

Avatar: Of course I will, Emmeryn! I shall stay with you always, whether you 
recover your memories or not! A bond of friendship unites us now, and never 
shall it be broken.

Emmeryn: ...You... serve me... because... I am... exalt. It is... your... 
duty...

Avatar: I serve you because you are my friend.

Emmeryn: Avatar... Thank... you...
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Aversa* C

Aversa: ...Which concludes my report for today, my lord. I'll now return to 
my duties. If you require anything else, you have but to summon me.

Avatar: ...Was that Aversa? What was she doing in Chrom's tent? Hey, Aversa! 
Hold a moment!

Aversa: Why, if it isn't the former tactician. What do you want with me, 
woman?

Avatar: Former? What do you mean by that?

Aversa: Just what I said. Oh, you've done a decent enough job as tactician up 
to now... But I think we all agree it's time you took a break and let the 
professionals take over. Go put your feet up, and have a cup of tea. Chrom's 
little army is safe in my hands now.

Avatar: You scheming witch! I'M the tactician. I always have been, and I 
always will be.

Aversa: Heh. Well, that's not really up to you, now is it? Chrom and his 
soldiers need the best, and the best happens to be me.

Avatar: Are you saying you know more about running a battle than I do?

Aversa: Must I spell it out for you? When we faced off against each other, 
whose fingers got burned the most?

Avatar: I'll grant that you were a challenging foe, but it was I who claimed 
ultimate victory.

Aversa: Ah! I think I see the source of your confusion... Allow me to 
clarify. You think Chrom won BECAUSE of you, whereas, in fact, he won DESPITE 
you. Trust me. When I'm his tactician, this campaign will go much more 
smoothly.

Avatar: You try and twist the words around your forked tongue, but the truth 
won't bend. I know what I've done, what I've achieved. Your lies don't change 
that.

Aversa: Well, well! The little woman has some fire in her yet... Clearly she 
won't give up her playthings without a tantrum... Still, time and ability are 
on my side. I'll soon have your precious position. Then Chrom will realize 
it's me that he wants! ME! Hoo ho ho hee hee heh!

Avatar: ...I suppose I shouldn't be surprised by any of this, really.
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Aversa B

Aversa: Chrom? CHROM? ...Now where did he go? I was sure he was around here 
somewhere.

Avatar: Hello, Aversa. Looking for Chrom? If you have a message, perhaps you 
can leave it with his tactician.

Aversa: When a lady needs to see her lord, there's no need to involve former 
staff. Especially when it's of a personal nature. Chrom and his NEW tactician 
have private business. ...So run along.

Avatar: I see your fantasy life is as rich as ever. To think such a 
delusional fool would ever become tactician. Ha!

Aversa: Delusional? I think not. Chrom is a hot-blooded man, after all, and 
young besides. And when two young, passionate people are thrown together in 
such situations... Well, sparks can fly.

Avatar: Two young people? You must be a dozen years older than him if you're 
a day.

Aversa: Why, you insolent little... Eight years! That's all I have on him! 
Eight!

Avatar: It might as well be a century.

Aversa: Gya! If it wasn't for my impeccable social graces, I'd teach you some 
manners...

Avatar: Hah! I'm sure an alley cat like yourself can do little more than 
scratch and hiss... But I won't be found brawling in the mud like a circus 
act. Strategists must set an example. ...Which you must know.

Aversa: You would lecture me on decorum? After your comment on my age? Very 
well. Since you refuse to see reason, you leave me no alternative... I 
challenge you to a duel!

Avatar: A duel?! Pah! You truly see that as an appropriate way to decide who 
becomes tactician?

Aversa: Yes! My second will let you know the time and place. If you flee, or 
do not appear, I will win by default.

Avatar: Wait, what?! Hold on! I didn't agree to anything!
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Aversa A

Aversa: So you've come, for our duel. ...I must confess, I'm surprised.

Avatar: This is absurd. We're supposed to be battling a common foe, not each 
other. But if it's a fight you want, then a fight you shall have.

Aversa: To the victor goes the spoils! Now, might shall decide what's right!

Avatar: Come and get--- ...Hold on. ...I can't help but feel like we're being 
watched. Are you certain we're the only ones out here?

Aversa: Of course I am. ...Unless you planted an ambush!

Avatar: Why in blazes would I bring it up if they were my own men?!

Aversa: If they aren't yours... And they aren't mine... They must be... The 
enemy?!

Avatar: Then your defeat will have to wait. We must join forces until we can 
get back to the camp. Agreed? Now let's move!

Aversa: And here I had such terrible things planned for you... *Sigh* Yes, we 
fight as allies for now. Let's go.

Avatar: *Pant, pant, pant* We should be *pant* safe now... Enemy won't 
dare... come this close to camp...

Aversa: *Pant, pant* Th-thank the... gods... Not used *pant* to r-running... 
so fast...

Avatar: ...Still, you... saved both our skins. If it wasn't for that trap you 
sprung, they would have been on us... Although... When'd you set that trap? 
Planning to cheat in our little duel?

Aversa: You're one to talk! Who was it that cut the escape route through the 
woods? You wanted to make sure you had a way out in case our fight didn't go 
your way.

Avatar: You weren't complaining about it when we fled to safety, were you?

Aversa: ...Well, I may have been a LITTLE glad for it at the time.

Avatar: If we didn't have each other, we'd both be in Risen stomachs right 
now.

Aversa: Who would have thought we'd make such an effective team? Perhaps... 
Perhaps you and I should try working together for a change.

Avatar: Are you offering to help with tactical planning? Hmm... You would 
bring a lot of experience, at least...

Aversa: It's settled, then. We shall help each other. For now. But make no 
mistake. I'll be right behind you... And the first time you slip up...

Avatar: You'll jump in and install yourself as Chrom's right-hand woman? Hah, 
got it. Don't worry, Aversa. I know EXACTLY how you think. But you know what? 
Sometimes the company of rivals can be a good thing. 
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Child Supports:

Male Avatar:

Owain^ C:

Owain: A foul sense hangs in the air... My sword arm throbs dully! Hngh?! Wh-
what's this? Blood... raging! ...A different sort of blood rage than usual!

Avatar: Owain? Is everything all right?

Owain: STAY BACK, FATHER! You mustn't come any closer!

Avatar: Why? Did you catch something? Do you think you're contagious?

Owain: The blood of heroes that course 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!

Avatar: ...Er, I'm confused. Are you under someone else's control? Did 
someone curse you?

Owain: Aye, the curse of my bloodline's uncontrollable power! IT GNAWS AT MY 
SOOOOOOUL! Hnngh... D-down! Down, I command thee! Be calm, sword arm! Stay, 
raging blood!

Avatar: 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! Given a moment, I'm sure it will abate! I've 
weathered far worse than... Er, Father? ...ACK! Did he actually go to get 
Mother?! Suddenly I don't feel so well...
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Owain B

Owain: Um... You're not still upset, are you?

Avatar: Of course I'm upset! You started moaning and shouting out of the 
blue! Your mother and I were terrified! *Sigh* Look, I AM relieved you're all 
right.
But what was 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!

Avatar: And you're not ashamed to spout those lines? ...That makes one of us.

Owain: Ashamed? Ha! Far from it! Though I suppose I can't blame you for not 
understanding my bleeding-edge aesthetic. After all, you are the product of 
an earlier, simpler time...

Avatar: Well, a future where everyone talks like you sounds a bit--- 
...OWAIN, GET DOWN!

Owain: What?!

Avatar: ...Grah!

Owain: Your shoulder! Father, your hit!

Avatar: 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!
(Time passes)

Avatar: We lost them... We should be safe here.

Owain: Gods, not again...

Avatar: 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...

Avatar: This is how what happens?

Owain: *Sob* Oh, Father... *sniff*

Avatar: 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.

Avatar: A-all right. I'll be here.
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Owain A

Owain: Father, how's the shoulder?

Avatar: Fine, thank you. Nearly healed. It wasn't much of a wound to begin 
with, fortunately.

Owain: Good. I don't know what I'd do if... if I got you killed again.

Avatar: Ah, so that's what this was about... I die protecting you in the 
future?

Owain: It was just a normal Risen... You saved me but were gravely wounded in 
the process... We were separated in the chaos of battle... I never saw you 
again.

Avatar: Well, if I did die protecting you, then at least it sounds like I 
died with no regrets.

Owain: So yes, that's why when I saw you took a hit for me, I... I lost 
control.
All those feelings of guilt and shame returned. I just couldn't stand it.

Avatar: 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 game me life and a hero gave his life to save mine.

Avatar: Wait. So all this talk about have 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.

Avatar: ...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!

Avatar: ...Thank you, Owain. But you're more than just my legacy. You've done 
plenty in your own right. Your mother and I are so proud of everything you've 
become...

Owain: Aw, thanks! But... Hnngh... This sensation... B-blood... boiling once 
again... The fiery pride in your bosom has sparked the tinder of my sould and 
set me  ablaze!

Avatar: Heh. Well, it's good to hear you're back to your old self, at 
least...
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Kjelle^ C

Kjelle: Are you free, Father? I could use a sparring partner.

Avatar: Oh, Kjelle... I'd love to, but... maybe not today...

Kjelle: Father, you're as pale as a ghost! And sweating! What's wrong?!

Avatar: I-it's nothing. I'm f-fine... Save for my gut...

Kjelle: Are you injured? Who did this to you?! Give me a name, and I'll--

Avatar: B-breakfast...

Kjelle: ...Someone named "Breakfast"?

Avatar: 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: ......

Avatar: Hrrgh... And I thought Sully's cooking was bad... Whoever made this 
is... is...

Kjelle: ...Is your daughter.

Avatar: ...What?

Kjelle: I'm sorry, Father. ... I thought it turned out so well.

Avatar: 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 
embarassing!

Avatar: W-wait! Kjelle! C-come back! Don't go...  I'll... Bluuurp! Oh, 
gods... H-here it comes...
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Kjelle B

Kjelle: HAH! RRRAGH! YAAAAH!

Avatar: 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

Avatar: Oh, so... You're not cooking again?

Kjelle: Would you want me to, after the last time?! You saw 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!

Avatar: It was certainly a...challenging day. But nobody's perfect--I'm sure 
it was just a fluke. I know I, for one, would like to try your cooking again.

Kjelle: NO!

Avatar: ...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.

Avatar: Oh come now, it wasn't THAT bad...

Kjelle: I still remember the sound...that horrible sound...Dozens of people, 
all fa-

Avatar: 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. 
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Kjelle A

Avatar: The soup smells great, honey! Good job. I'm sure everyone'll be eager 
for a taste.

Kjelle: Thanks. I had a good teacher. I had no idea you knew so much about 
cooking!

Avatar: 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?

Avatar: Yeah, I guess we do...

Kjelle: ....... ...Heh heh.

Avatar: 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.

Avatar: Kjelle...

Kjelle: But hey, enough of that. Didn't mean to get all misty. Let's dig in 
to this soup! *slurp*

Avatar: Kjelle, I know you're a strong girl who doesn't lke 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.

Avatar: Yes, what is it?

Kjelle: Keep teaching me how to cook! This soup tastes like dishwater...

Avatar: *Slurp* ...Oh gods, it does.

Kjelle: Actually, I've had better disnwater...

Avatar: Right then! I can at least get you cooking food that tastes like 
food!

Kjelle: That'd be plenty for me! Thanks! 
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Laurent^ C

Laurent: This is yours, I presume, Father? I found it lying on the ground. Do 
try to better secure your belongings in the future.

Avatar: Ha! You sound just like your mother, Laurent.

Laurent: Naturally. She IS my mother.

Avatar: 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.

Avatar: Oh? Like what?

Laurent: Like... the color of my hair.

Avatar: Er, well, that's true, but it's not exactly what I was talking about. 
Anything more substantive? Any memory loss? Ever wake up in a field?

Laurent: Hmm, no. My bearing in that respect is profoundly normal. Very much 
to my relief, if I might be perfectly frank.

Avatar: See, that's what I mean. You're always so serious and verbose... You 
could stand to loosen up a bit. Maybe act a bit more your age.

Laurent: We're at war, Father. Acting like a child is hardly behavior to be 
encouraged. Besides, I'm a grown man. Older than Lucina at this point, I 
suspect.

Avatar: 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.

Avatar: Laurent, wait! ...What was all that about?
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Avatar B

Avatar: Hello, Laurent.

Laurent: Father. How may I help you?

Avatar: I've been thinking about how you said you were older than Lucina...
Can you explain that? I'm a little lost.

Laurent: It's fairly straightforward. Travel among era 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.

Avatar: 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.

Avatar: 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...

Avatar: Laurent, wait! Why have you never mention any of this before? You 
were cut off from everyone else for five whole years. You must've been...  
lonely.

Laurent: As I've said time and again, I am a grown man. ...I managed fine on 
my own.

Avatar: Laurent...
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Avatar A

Avatar: Laurent.

Laurent: More questions, Father? I thought I was quite clear before.

Avatar: 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?!

Avatar: Ah-hah! So you CAN smile!

Laurent: I beg your pardon?!

Avatar: You're always so bent on being the serious, proper grown-up. I worry 
you put too much pressure on yourself.

Laurent: For the last time, I am not a child!

Avatar: Age has nothing to do with it. It doesn't matter if your older than 
Lucina. Or heck, older than me! You're still a child. You're MY child. 
...You're my son.

Laurent: Er, I...

Avatar: 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 pain would kill me, or...

Avatar: I'm so sorry I didn't find you earlier, Laurent. Please forgive me. 
And know that I will never leave your side again...
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Cynthia^ C

Cynthia: Now then, let's see what the flowers say, Option one, option two, 
option three...

Avatar: Cynthia? Why are you plucking that petals off that poor dandelion?

Cynthia: Oh, hello, Father! You're just the person I wanted to see! I'm using 
flower fortunes to choose an entrance flourish for the next battle! Buuuut 
I'm still having problems deciding, so I need to know what you think.

Avatar: Er, I don't know anything about flower fortunes OR "entrance 
flourishes."

Cynthia: Well then, let me just lay them out, and you can decide what sounds 
best. The first option is to ignite a huge plume of purple smoke and come 
racing out of it!

Avatar: ...Oh.

Cynthia: Option two is to step onto the field amidst a shower of fluttering 
violet petals...

Avatar: ...Ooo-kay.

Cynthia: Option three is to suddenly burst out of a farmhouse in the middle 
of the battlefield!

Avatar: ......

Cynthia: So, what do you think, Father? Which would you prefer?

Avatar: Um... Well, if I had to choose... Maybe the falling-petals one?

Cynthia: Wait, truly? Well, THAT'S a surprise! I didn't think it was your 
style at all. But if that's what you want, I'll start collecting petals!

Avatar: Cynthia, this entrance you're planning... It isn't for me, is it?

Cynthia: Of course it is, silly! Why else would I ask your opinion? Hee! I'm 
surprised you chose the flower, but I'm glad you did, It's my favorite!
(Cynthia leaves)

Avatar: N-no, wait! Just a moment! *Sigh* ...What have I gotten myself into?
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Cynthia B

Cynthia: I am SO sorry, Father

Avatar: I should hope you are! You nearly buried me alive under all those 
blasted petals!

Cynthia: I know. I asked Mother to help out, and we ended up collecting 
thousands!

Avatar: You roped Sumia into helping you with this ridiculous project?

Cynthia: Of course! We wanted to do something special for our dear father and 
husband! But you DID look really dashing and heroic out there in the field! 
...At least, you would have, if anyone could have seen you in that blizzard 
of petals.

Avatar: Well, in any case, there are to be no more entrance flourishes. 
Understood?

Cynthia: Aww, but I had SO many more wonderful ideas! ...Can I at least pick 
a special catchphrase for you to shout at the start of battle?

Avatar: Cynthia! War is a serious business. We're not playing games out 
there.

Cynthia: ...I-I know. I'm sorry. I just want to make you happy and give us 
something fun to talk about and... Oh, pegasus poop! I just don't know what 
to do! I mean, what ARE fathers and daughters supposed to do together?

Avatar: Gods, Cynthia, don't be silly. You don't have to make such an effort 
to think of fun things for us to share. Just spending time with you is enough 
for me.

Cynthia: Truly? Just... being together is enough?

Avatar: Of course.

Cynthia: Oh, Father! You're SUCH a great guy! It's no wonder Mother fell in 
love with you! Even if you're just being polite, you're doing it because you 
like me! You're the BEST!

Avatar: Unnngh... Cynthia... D-don't hug... so tight... Can't b-breathe... C-
crushing... ribs...
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Cynthia A

Cynthia: Father! Will you brush my hair? Pleeease?

Avatar: Er, I'm sorry, Cynthia, but I'm a little busy at the moment... You 
haven't left my side lately... Are you sure you don't have other things to 
do?

Cynthia: Well, you said spending time with me was fun! Riiight? Hey, why 
don't you come to town with me? We'll spend the whole day together!

Avatar: Er... now?

Cynthia: Yes, now! We'll walk the streets and visit the market and hold hands 
the whole time! Then we can find a tasty cake shop and when the evening falls 
we can go caroling and--

Avatar: All right, Cynthia, that's enough now. Look I know we're family, but 
even family needs time apart sometimes.

Cynthia: --and eat pie, and it'll totally be the best day ever!

Avatar: Are you even listening to me?

Cynthia: You...will remember me, won't you, Father? Even once the Cynthia of 
this world is born?

Avatar: ......

Cynthia: You see, I DO understand how this time-travel stuff works. I know 
you're not my real father. That man exists in another history. So as soon as 
the me from this time is born, I promise to leave you alone. It's just 
that...until that happens, I want us to spend as much time together as we 
can. Then, when you have a proper family, at least we'll still have our 
memories.

Avatar: I... I didn't realize...

Cynthia: Oh, don't get me wrong. I'm ever so grateful for this time. You've 
shown me what it's like to have a father, and you've been so nice to me. But 
i know that, in the end, your love is meant for the other me.

Avatar: *Sniff*

Cynthia: Father, are you... crying? Oh, silly! I didn't mean to make you 
sad... It's nothing to be sad about! Besides, we can't very well have my hero 
all teary eyed, can we?! I don't want to remember you like this. I want to 
remember you how you really were. Strong, and kind, and brave... My father, 
my hero... and my friend.
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Brady^ C

Brady: Tea's ready. It's the, uh... The whatsit kind. From that place. You 
know, the expensive junk.

Avatar: Um...

Brady: Well...? Whaddya waitin' for? A royal invitation? It's all set and 
ready to go--- just the way ya like it.

Avatar: Uh, Brady?

Brady: Let's step it up, old-timer! Tea ain't gettin' any hotter!

Avatar: Oh, right. S-sorry... *sip* ...But, Brady?

Brady: Yeah?

Avatar: What did you mean, "just the way I like it"? I hardly ever drink tea.

Brady: Whaddya mean? You drink it every day. You never miss teatime.

Avatar: I've had the odd cup here or there, but I don't recall ever having 
"teatime."

Brady: ...WHAT?! Ma told me to join ya in your daily tea ritual! Even gave 
detailed instructions! Wait... Did she make it all up?

Avatar: Considering I don't even know what a "tea ritual" is, I'm guessing 
she did.

Brady: That dirty... I bet she's laughing her head off right about now!

Avatar: 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!

Brady: ...Oh, and set this on top of the pot. It keeps the tea warm.

Avatar: ...When did my life get so weird?
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Brady B

Brady: Sorry about last time, old timer.

Avatar: 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'.

Avatar: ...Sorry?

Brady: Yeah, exactly. I wanna say I'm sorry, and I heard that requires a 
violin performance.

Avatar: 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.

Avatar: 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---

Avatar: Brady, wait.

Brady: What?!

Avatar: As long as you're here, let's enjoy a nice chat and forget about 
Maribelle.
I'm almost thankful, really. If not for her japes, you'd probably never have 
come by.

Brady: Forget Ma? But she's been playing me like a dancin'-monkey organ guy!
Aw, heck. Fine. I guess I can put up with her horseplay a bit longer... It'd 
be nice to just sit back and chew the fat a bit.

Avatar: It's settled then! Pull up a seat...
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Brady A

Brady: And then Ma pulls out that li'l umbrella of hers, and she says---

Avatar: Heh heh...

Brady: ...What are ya laughing for? I ain't even at the punchline yet.

Avatar: I'm just glad we're able to talk like this, Brady. I'll admit, I was 
a little shocked when I first saw you. You seemed a bit... scary.

Brady: Yeah, well. Sorry I'm all scary. I guess if you don't like it, do a 
better job raising the real deal.

Avatar: What, you mean the Brady from this era?

Brady: Yeah. I ain't your real son, anyway. I mean, not exaclty.

Avatar: ...... 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.

Avatar: 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, and then ya go and 
say crap like that...  *sniffle* I was lyin' about what I said before, Pop! 
It does matter to me! Please don't forget me! Just... remember that we were 
good pals once, yeah? Real chums.

Avatar: 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!

Avatar: Well then, it's settled. Guess your pop can't very well die now, can 
he?
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Yarne^ C

Yarne: ..... ......

Avatar: Um, Yarne? Is there a reason you're staring at me like that?

Yarne: I'm trying to read your face and find out if you're cheating on 
Mother.

Avatar: Wh-what?! Cheating? I'd never do such a thing! I've been faithful to 
Panne since the day I proposed!

Yarne: Oh, all right then... IF you're telling the truth...

Avatar: 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 if you suddenly decided Mother wasn't good 
enough?

Avatar: 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...

Avatar: ...Huh. I guess I see your point.

Yarne: So I'm going to be keeping a VERY close eye on you to make sure you 
toe the line!

Avatar: 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!

Avatar: Oh, for god's sake...
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Yarne B

Yarne: Ah. Hello, Father.

Avatar: 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?

Avatar: Um... The number of masterful blows I struck against our foes?

Yarne: NO! The number of times you spoke to a woman who WASN'T my mother! To 
think I actually believed you when you said you had no intention of cheating! 
You have no self-control at all, and I'm going to vanish as a result! I just 
know it!

Avatar: Yarne, calm down. I was just being polite. Pleasantries and tactics 
and such.

Yarne: It sounded like more than that to me! Remember, taguel have excellent 
hearing.

Avatar: *Sigh* Believe me, I know all about that... But you have to 
understand, I must talk to my fellow soldiers--men and women both. When 
you're in the thick of 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.

Avatar: 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...

Avatar: ...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! 

Avatar: ...Hmm, I think I understand now. In Yarne's future, I die and become 
the memory of a broken promise...
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Yarne A

Avatar: 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.

Avatar: 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!

Avatar: Yes, I understand that. And I also know that you're not my son. 
...Not exactly, anyway.

Yarne:......

Avatar: We're not just from different times, but from different versions of 
time. And yet I think of you as my family all the same. I hope to give you 
the things that the father in your future couldn't. ...That is want you want, 
isn't it?

Yarne: I... I guess it is, yes. I know it's not right, but I can't help but 
think of you as my father. That's why I get scared whenever you talk to other 
women. I couldn't bear the thought of you leaving Mother and being someone 
else's father. It would be like losing him all over again.

Avatar: 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.

Avatar: Good!

Yarne: Phew! Now maybe I can relax and stop worrying about vanishing from 
history... You're such a great father! Who's a good father? Yes, whooo's a 
good father?!

Avatar: I appreciate the sentiment, Yarne, but must you pet me like a dog 
while you say it?
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Severa^ C

Severa: Hey! I think it's time for Daddy-Daughter Day!

Avatar: 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!

Avatar: 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...

Avatar: Dresses, huh? Well I suppose you're at that age...

Severa: Age? Hee hee! In this timeline, you're not much older than I am, 
Daddy!

Avatar: Hmm... No, I suppose I'm not.

Severa: I bet most people seeing us side by side would think we were brother 
and sister.

Avatar: 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?

Avatar: Wha--?! N-not at all! You're adorable, honey!

Severa: Aw, you mean it? Yay! That's so sweet! So okay! In town, there's this 
one dress I really, reeeally want! Would you hate me if I asked you to get it 
for me? Would Mother be mad?

Avatar: I could never hate you, Severa. And I'm sure your mother won't mind. 
You're our daughter, you know? You can have anything you'd like.

Severa: Oh, thank you. Daddy! I love you so much!

Avatar: Heh heh! I love you too, Severa.

Severa: (...Pffft. Too easy.)
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Severa B

Severa: Thanks again for all the shopping, Daddy! I felt like a total 
princess when you bought everything I asked for!

Avatar: Most royal houses couldn't afford to shop the way you just did...

Severa: Daddy, are you listening?

Avatar: What? Y-yes, dear. I'm listening

Severa: Good, good. So! I'd just looove to go an another shopping spree with 
you! I spotted the most precious little accessory shop in a town near here 
the other day!

Avatar: Sorry, pumpkin, but no.

Severa: Huh? Why not? Did I do something wrong? Daddy, are you... Are you mad 
at me?

Avatar: Spare me the wounded treatment, Severa. No means no. We just bought 
you plenty.

Severa: FINE, then! FINE! I guess I'll just wear RAGS! ...GAWDS!

Avatar: Yeesh, talk about an attitude change. Now, look. I'm not saying I 
won't buy you anything ever...

Severa: Ooooooh, you're not?!

Avatar: 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!

Avatar: 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 hardship back in the future, thank you!

Avatar: Well my decision is final. I won't continue to just buy you whatever 
you like. If there's something you want, you'll have to work for it.

Severa: FINE! Whatever! ...I'll do your stupid chores. But I expect some 
SERIOUS returns, is that clear?!

Avatar: *Sigh* I sure hope that character starts building soon...
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Severa A

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!

Avatar: 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.

Avatar: ...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...

Avatar: 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.

Avatar: ......

Severa: ...Well? If you have something to say, just say it!

Avatar: 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 think I don't measure up.

Avatar: 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--?!

Avatar: I love you, honey, and I'm behind you no matter what happens. So no 
more talk about being disappointed! 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... 
WAAAAAAAAAAH...

Avatar: Don't cry. You've been through a lot, I know, but it's all right now. 
I'm sorry for saying you need more hardship before. I know it's been hard... 
But I'll do all that I can to keep you from ever suffering again. And hey-- 
you HAVE been doing your chores. So how about that reward now?

Severa: No. I don't need it. I don't need anything but you, Daddy! But if you 
die on me again, I'll never forgive you!

Avatar: I'm not going anywhere this time, honey. I promise.
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Nah^ C

Nah: *Sigh* Dealing with Mother is just so exasperating! All she ever does is 
play, play, play, as if she hasn't a care in the world!

Avatar: 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.

Avatar: How odd. I was just thinking how the two of you are alike in many 
ways... But no, I don't find her annoying. It's who she is--I wouldn't want 
her to change.

Nah: Tsk! Father, you're MUCH too kind. If you're always this tolerant, 
she'll never learn to act her age!

Avatar: Well, I...

Nah: What do you like about her, anyway? You're so serious and responsible, 
and she runs around like a headless chicken! I have no idea what you see in 
her... Unless... you rushed into marriage for some reason? Like you got her--

Avatar: 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?

Avatar: 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?

Avatar: Enough! You shouldn't be talking about your mother like this.

Nah: Hey, stop! Don't run away from me! WAAAAAAIT!
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Nah B

Nah: Father! Cornered you at last! It's time we finished our conversation.

Avatar: Nah, you're incredibly persistent, but that discussion is over. I'm 
not getting into any more detail about why I chose your mother, and that's 
final!

Nah: AWWWWWW. Why not?! A daughter simply MUST know how her parents fell in 
love! You don't understand how a woman's heart works. You're so CRUEL!

Avatar: Heh, you're a little young to understand about a "woman's heart,' 
yourself.

Nah: ...Did you just mention my AGE?! Gods, forget what I said. It's a wonder 
any woman deigned to choose YOU...

Avatar: 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.

Avatar: All right, all right then... I appreciate the apology.

Nah: I've been selfish and unreasonable. Please find it in yourself to 
forgive me.

Avatar: Yes, of course. But--

Nah: I guess I've wasted enough of your time. I'll just be... going now.

Avatar: No, wait, Nah.

Nah: Yes?

Avatar You seem so crestfallen... Are you all right?

Nah: *Sigh* I suppose I'll just have to deal with the crushing 
disappointment, won't I? I mean, if my father is going to become so angry 
over a simple, innocent question...

Avatar: Um, yes, well... See, it's just--

Nah: No, no. You don't have to explain. I'm used to dealing with hardship. 
being spurned by my own father is just another drop in my bucket of torment. 
Hardly worth mentioning at all. Truly! ...Anyway, have a nice day.

Avatar: B-b-but... ...Is this really what I have to look forward to for the 
next decade?
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Nah A

Avatar: Nah...

Nah: Why, hello, Father. What can I do for you?

Avatar: 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.

Avatar: 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.

Avatar: 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 nefer once mentioned how much I missed my father and 
mother. *Sniff* I... I didn't even ask... when... when they would come back 
for me...

Avatar: ...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...

Avatar: I'm sorry, Nah. I've been blind this whole time... I'll tell you 
anything you want-- even the embarrassing story of our courtship... And if 
you're ever feeling lost or sad, I'll be right here for you. As long as I'm 
around, you won't ever be lonely again.

Nah: T-truly? Do you really mean it?! Oh, thank you, Father!

Avatar: Not at all, Nah. Now, tell me, what do you want to know?

Nah: Let's start with how you proposed to Mother! What'd you say? What'd you 
do?! I want to hear EVERYTHING, and don't leave out even the smallest detail!

Avatar: *Sigh* All right, well... as you know, your mother has always looked 
young, and...
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Noire^ C

Noire: *Sniff* *sniffle*

Avatar: Noire? What's wrong? Why are you crying?

Noire: *Sniff* I'm not... Mother cursed me to have a *sniff* runny nose for 
three days straight.

Avatar: That's... an oddly specific hex. But waiy, 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.

Avatar: Poor dear... Here, take my handkerchief.

Noire: Th-thank you... *HOOONK!*

Avatar: 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.

Avatar: Gosh, that's... kind of pathetic.

Noire: ...Yep. *sniff*

Avatar: B-but that was a different me, right? Just wait--- I'll prove you can 
depend on me!

Noire: Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really 
can be different this time around. *sniiiff*
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Noire B

Avatar: *Sniff* I'm sorry, Noire... I feel like I really let you down... 
*sniff*

Noire: It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning... 
But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.

Avatar: I'm not crying. *sniff* Your mother hit me with a five-day runny-nose 
curse.

Noire: Just like before...

Avatar: Urgh... You did say this was how it played out in the future... 
*sniff*
Well, look at the bright side--- at least your hex is broken now. *sniffle*

Noire: Yep, juuust like before. You'd always come to my rescue by taking on 
Mother's curses yourself.

Avatar: I guess some things were simply meant to be...

Noire: Maybe you're right. Maybe we're all fated to trace the same path as we 
did before...

Avatar: 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*

Avatar: *Sniff* Oh, don't cry, sweetheart.

Noire: FOOL! THESE ARE NO TEARS!

Avatar: Er... sweetie?

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!

Avatar: Noire?! What are you...

Noire: *Ahem* ...I'm sorry, Father. I think I need to step out and clear my 
head...

Avatar: Noire, wait! There's no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*
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Noire A

Avatar: Do you have a moment, Noire?

Noire: Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?

Avatar: Have a look.

Noire: ...Eeeek! M-Mother's cursing implements! Gods, there's so many...
Father, what are you planning to do to me?

Avatar: 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...

Avatar: 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.

Avatar: 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.

Avatar: Nothing's taking me away from you again. Not even death.

Noire: That's... a little much, perhaps? But thanks.

Avatar: Hmm... Do you feel that? A sudden sense of foreboding; a fury rising 
from the shadows... A Risen ambush? No... Bears? Is it bears? No... Urk! I-
it's your mother! And she's FURIOUS!

Noire: She must have realized you took all her toys.

Avatar: Yikes! I'd better get outta here before I test that whole "not even 
death" promise... Bye, Noire! Love you!

Noire: Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever 
coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for 
the better!
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Inigo^ C

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?!

Avatar: 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!

Avatar: ......

Inigo: You're staring, Father. Is there something on my face?

Avatar: 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.

Avatar: 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!

Avatar: Is that so?

Inigo: Indeed! I will not rest until every woman in the realm swoons at just 
hearing my name!

Avatar: ...Your purpose in life is to be popular with girls? You literally 
traveled across time...to be popular with girls?!

Inigo: To be popular with ALL girls. Genius, I know. But stop, Father. You're 
making me blush.

Avatar: I... I don't even know what to say.

Inigo: What? It never bothered you when Mother would blush in front of you!

Avatar: No, that's not what... Where do I even begin? Suddenly I'm feeling 
very tired... I'm going on ahead.

Inigo: ...... ...Not a care in the world, huh? Not a thought in my head, he 
means!
For being such a softy with everyone else, he sure doesn't pull any punches 
with me...
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Inigo B

Inigo: Ow! This one's pretty bad. I can't go back to camp like this...

Avatar: Something wrong, Inigo? Everyone else has already headed back.

Inigo: F-Father?! Er, I just... though I saw a cute milkmaid at the edge of 
the battlefield!

Avatar: ...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!

Avatar: This is a serious injury, Inigo! Why didn't you say something?

Inigo: What, and ruin my reputation? The ladies want Inigo the Invincible.

Avatar: Gods, ENOUGH, Inigo!

Inigo: ...Father?

Avatar: 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!

Avatar: 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?!

Avatar: Inigo, I didn't-

Inigo: You may think me a dandy and a fool, but a lot of people depended on 
me in the future. Every day, I was out there fighting Risen and risking my 
life. With everyone looking to me to be strong, I had no choice. I HAD to be 
invincible.
I couldn't complain or show any weakness. Not with everyone else struggling 
in that damn war-torn wasteland... Even with you and Mother gone, I had to 
pretend I was fine. That I wasn't hurting. I had to fight every day of my 
sorry life and wear a smile while I did it!

Avatar: ......

Inigo: ...You said I looked like I didn't have a care in the world? Well, 
sorry to tell you, but that's not all the case at all. I smile and joke 
around because I don't want to show the world any weakness... If that 
disappoints you...then I guess you'll just have to be disappointed.

Avatar: Inigo, listen...

Inigo: That said, I do appreciate the concern... I'll get the leg looked at.

Avatar: ...... I... I had no idea... 
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Inigo A

Avatar: Inigo? I wanted to speak with you.

Inigo: Hey, Father! Here, have a look! My leg's all healed, see?

Avatar: That's good, Son.

Inigo: Thanks for making me get it looked at. ...And... I'm sorry to have 
worried you.

Avatar: No, I'M sorry. For what I said. It was... insensitive.... You've been 
fighting with all you've got. I had no right to criticize you.

Inigo: Pfft, you still thinking about that? Ancient history. Plus... it was 
my fault, too.

Avatar: Still...

Inigo: Seriously, it's fine! Cheer up!

Avatar: Huh?

Inigo: You always seem so gloomy lately. Let's see a smile for once!

Avatar: 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?

Avatar: ...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.

Avatar: 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.

Avatar: Ha! You can stop kidding now, Inigo. I'm already smiling.

Inigo: Oh, I'm not kidding... All the stuff about the girls-it was never a 
part of the act.

Avatar: Well, that's fine... in moderation, of course. You're a strong man, 
Inigo, and I couldn't be prouder of you. But no one is invincible, and you 
shouldn't pretend to be. If something's wrong, come to me. We'll figure it 
out together.

Inigo: Father... I knew you loved me, but... Oh, thank you!

Avatar: 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.

Avatar: And I'll be damned if I'm ever going to lose such a wonderful son. 
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Gerome^ C

Avatar: Hello, Gerome.

Gerome: What do you want?

Avatar: Oh, Nothing in particular. I just-

Gerome: Then why are you talking to me? I'm not here to make friends.

Avatar: Apparently not. But what of your family?

Gerome: ......

Avatar: I was thinking: we're father and son... Perhaps it's time we started 
acting like it. Lucina calls Chrom "Father," you know? We could start there.

Gerome: You may look like my father, but you are not the same man. My father 
is dead and gone. ...You are a stranger.

Avatar: 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 heal that wound.

Gerome: Then you are a fool.

Avatar: Mind your mouth, Gerome. I'm only offering this out of a sense of-

Gerome: This conversation is over. I have business elsewhere. I must feed and 
clean Minervykins before bedtime.

Avatar: ...Minervykins?

Gerome: Er, that is... I did not mean to... Bah! Your stupidity is 
contagious!

Avatar: *Sigh* That boy...
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Gerome B

Avatar: Hello, Gerome. Have you been taking good care of little Minervykins?

Gerome: I did NOT call her that! The very idea is ludicrous! ...You must have 
misheard.

Avatar: Heh, Don't get your smallclothes in a twist, Gerome. Cherche 
sometimes calls her wyvern Minervykins, too. Eventually, I picked up the 
habit as well.

Gerome: Oh... Er, right. I knew that.

Avatar: Heh heh. You know, you're kind of adorable when you're flustered.

Gerome: ......

Avatar: All right, all right. No need to glare now. I meant no offense...

Gerome: ...Apology accepted.

Avatar: 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?

Avatar: Mmm? Oh, er, nothing. Hey! Is that your Minerva over there?

Gerome: It is.

Avatar: 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!

Avatar: 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!

Avatar: Heh, adorable when he's flustered indeed...
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Gerome A

Avatar: Hello, Gerome. Spending quality time with Minerva again, I see?

Gerome: ...Why do you insist on following me everywhere?

Avatar: It's nothing so sinister as your tone implies, I assure you.. I 
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.

Avatar: Er, right. But remember 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?

Avatar: Minerva would never attack me, Gerome. She knows I'm family. There, 
there, little Minerva. You remember me, don't you?

Gerome: M-Minerva? ... Do you truly consider this buffoon part of our family?
...... ...I see. Very well, Minerva. If that is your wish...

Avatar: Er, what did Minerva say?

Gerome: Hmph. You claim to be part of the family, but you can't understand 
her?

Avatar: 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 poorly. ...Father.

Avatar: ...Did you just call me Father?

Gerome: Don't get used to it. ...Minerva, to me! We're leaving!

Avatar: W-wait, Gerome! Son! Let's hear it just one more time!

Gerome: Bah, enough already!
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Female Avatar:

Lucina^ C

Lucina: Mother, guess what? I found a wonderful dress in the town market.

Avatar: Oh?

Lucina: It was gorgeous! I thought it'd be just perfect for you, so I bought 
it. I was thinking you could try a different style for once.

Avatar: Why, Lucina! What a lovely surprise! Now let me get a look at this 
gorgeous... Er... dress? Oh dear. I've never seen so many... unusual colors 
and shapes in one piece of clothing.

Lucina: I know! It's very modern. See all the giant polka dots? If you look 
carefully, you'll see that each one is a portrait of Emmeryn herself! I wager 
when Father sees you in this, he'll just scream with delight!

Avatar: (I bet he'll scream, all right...)

Lucina: Pardon, Mother? I didn't catch that.

Avatar: I'm sorry, Lucina. It's just that... Well, this isn't exactly 
my...style. I'm very grateful for the thought, but...I don't think I can wear 
it.

Lucina: Oh? I was sure you would like it... Well, perhaps next time I go to 
market, you could come and pick something yourself. I know it seems frivolous 
in times like these. But in the blighted future I come from, I often 
fantasized of such simple pleasures.

Avatar: Why, Lucina. What a considerate daughter you've grown up to be. I'd 
be delighted to go to market with you. ....Delighted and honored.

Lucina: Wonderful! And when we go, I'll wear the new dress!

Avatar: (Oh, gods, no...)

Lucina: Pardon, Mother?
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Lucina B

Lucina: Everyone in this town is so stylish. I wager we'll find you the 
perfect dress here.

Avatar: Er, yes. Just so long as it's not TOO stylish. Frankly, dear, you 
have much more... flamboyant taste in clothes than I do.

Lucina: I favor the tasteful and understated. For example, what about this 
one?

Avatar: G-gracious! I don't think I've ever seen such a... shimmery magenta.

Lucina: Hmm. I suppose it IS a little bright. Well, what about this one?

Avatar: Oh, my.. That's very lacy. ...In fact, it's nothing BUT lace. Lucina, 
I can see right through it!

Lucina: Oh, all right. Well...how about this one, then?

Avatar: Well, it's a nice color, I grant you. But I'm not sure about the 
whole octopus motif...

Lucina: Oh. I thought you liked octopi. ...This is not going well, is it? Why 
don't I come back another day and pick out something nice for you?

Avatar: Er, well, I'm not sure if that's a good idea, but...all right. Let's 
try it.

Lucina: Wonderful! Then I shall not rest until I find you the PERFECT dress. 
Something that you will truly, truly adore!

Avatar: Oh, yes, I'm sure you... Hmm? Oh, look at this...

Lucina: Which one? ...The baby garment?

Avatar: Oh, isn't it just adorable? Look at the tiny little bow, too! 
...Well, enough shopping for today. We should really be getting back at camp.

Lucina: .... ...Hmm...
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Lucina A

Lucina: Well, Mother, I've done it. I've found your ideal outfit. I just know 
you'll love it!

Avatar: Oh, goodness. I didn't think you'd find anything quite so quickly...  
But.. I'm sure it will be just fine. I can hardly wait to try it on! Ha ha... 
ha.

Lucina: And I can't wait to see how it fits! Are you ready? TA-DAAAH!

Avatar: ...Huh? It's... tiny. Almost like... Lucina, these are baby clothes.

Lucina: Yes! I saw you admiring them in the shop when we visited the market 
together. I didn't understand why, until I realized you must've been thinking 
of your daughter. The one you have in this era, I mean. Your REAL daughter.

Avatar: ....

Lucina: You could send it to her back at the castle. I'm sure she must miss 
you.

Avatar: Why, Lucina...

Lucina: I've been so happy here, despite having to fight this war. Being able 
to see my mother again has been like living a dream. I didn't want to wake up 
and remember that you have a different life in this world.

Avatar: ....

Lucinas: Whenever I think of your little girl, I can't help but 
feel...jealous. I know it's ridiculous to envy myself, but I can't help it.

Avatar: Oh, Lucina.... don't be silly! I've thought of you as my daughter 
from the moment we were reunited! Believe me when I say I love you just the 
same as I love that child at the castle.

Lucina: ...Honestly?

Avatar: Yes! You are a true daughter to me. I want to give you happy memories 
to make up for those you lost in your future world. And I know your father 
feels the same way.

Lucina: If anyone knows how he feels, I imagine it would be you...

Avatar: Of course! Your father and I are alike in so many ways... We're both 
parents to the world's wonderful daughter, for one.

Lucina: ...Thank you, Mother. For everything. 
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Morgan's Parent Supports:

Male Morgan:

Avatar~ C

Morgan: Oh, Mother! Over here! Come with me a minute!

Avatar: What is it, Morgan?

Morgan: Oh, nothing. It's just... C'mon! I need to talk to you about 
something.

Avatar: Well, I'm afraid I'm a bit busy at the moment. Can we talk here?

Morgan: H-here? Er, that's not really... I can just wait, thanks.

Avatar: Are you sure it's nothing urgent?

Morgan: Um, no, it's... Ha ha! ...I'll be right back. ...... Okay, all set! 
Now to lure Father into this pitfall trap... Phew, I'm back! Hey, let's take 
a walk, shall we? Right this way, Father!

Avatar: You're acting very strange, Morgan.

Morgan: (Allllmost... Just a couple more steps...)

Avatar: ...Huh? A pitfall? Now that's a classic!

Morgan: Dang! How did you know?! I was super careful in disguising it. It 
didn't look suspicious at all!

Avatar: True, your work on the pit is first class. But your odd behavior made 
it obvious. Subterfuge and misdirection are half of any good trap, Morgan.

Morgan: Dang. I'll get you next time! By the way, as long as you're here, 
mind helping me fill this hole in? If someone fell in by accident, they could 
really hurt themselves.

Avatar: Wait, how deep did you make it?!
=====================================================
Avatar B

Avatar: Hmm... Now where did I put it...?

Morgan: Looking for that treatise on tactics, Mother? Blue cover? Fairly 
thick?

Avatar: Yes. How did you... Waaait a minute.

Morgan: Yup! I hid it! Think you can find it?

Avatar: Is that today's challenge, then?

Morgan: It's somewhere in camp--I'll tell you that. You have until sundown 
today! Though I could give you weeks, and you would never find my diabolical 
hiding--

Avatar: Found it.

Morgan: WHAT?!

Avatar: It's in that bag you're holding, isn't it?

Morgan: Hmph. ...Fine.

Avatar: Guess I win this round.

Morgan: How did you figure it out so fast?

Avatar: You know me well, Morgan. And that includes knowing how much that 
book means to me. I knew you'd never hide it anywhere it might be damaged or 
stolen. So it needed to be somewhere you could keep a close eye on it... yet 
still concealed.

Morgan: You read my entire thought process! ...And here I thought I was being 
so clever.

Avatar: All right, that settles today's challenge. Now come take a seat.

Morgan: Huh?

Avatar: Let's read that book together. You wanted to work on your strategic 
thinking, right?

Morgan: Right!
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Avatar A

Morgan: I'd draw your forces out to this line, then strike with an ambush 
team from the woods.

Avatar: Then I would move...here. Now you find yourself trapped in a pincer 
movement.

Morgan: Crud. You win again.

Avatar: At least it was just pieces on a board. In real life, that would've 
cost lives. A tactician is responsible for their army's survival, and a 
single mistake can be fatal. But you cannot allow the pressure of that 
responsibility to stymie you. Running scenarios like this will help prepare 
you for anything.

Morgan: Thank, Mother. I'll give some of your strategy texts another read-
through. But know this--one of these days, I WILL outmaneuver you!

Avatar: Okay, we'll see about that, kiddo. But you're welcome to try me 
anytime. I'm always happy to accept a challenge. All right then, we're done 
for today.

Morgan: Okay! See you tomorrow!

Avatar: ...Phew, that was a close one. I was one step shy of getting 
completely wiped out. I'd hoped that to be an unattainable goal for a little 
longer so he would push himself. In actuality, I'M the one who needs a push. 
Better dust off a few of these books myself.
=====================================================
Chrom~ C

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.

Chrom: 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!

Chrom: Heh, is that so?

Morgan: Yup! Even without my memories, there's an invisible thread that links 
us. Er, but that reminds me... I was just wondering how I could have possibly 
forgotten you, Father. Do you think maybe you could help me get those 
memories back?

Chrom: 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!

Chrom: Well, he's certainly got energy to spare...
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Chrom B

Morgan: Father? Do you have a moment?

Chrom: 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?

Chrom: Let's just... hold off on the head smashing for now, shall we? Perhaps 
you could try just staring at me for a bit? Right into my eyes.

Morgan: Argh, that's perfect! You're a genius! I must have seen your face a 
million times in the future. It's bound to bring SOMETHING back if I stare at 
it long enough. Okay, sorry to invade your personal space 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?"

Chrom: Er, right. Perhaps that's enough of the memory project for one day?

Morgan: Sure... I'm still a little dizzy from banging the post earlier, to be 
honest... But this doesn't end here! I'm not giving up until I remember you, 
Father!
=====================================================
Chrom A

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*

Chrom: 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*

Chrom: Morgan...

Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry. I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-
my head! ...Wha--?!

Chrom: 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.

Chrom: Take all the time you need. I'll always be here for you... You know 
that, right?

Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Dad.
=====================================================
Frederick~ C

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.

Frederick: 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!

Frederick: Heh, is that so?

Morgan: Yup! Even without my memories, there's an invisible thread that links 
us. Er, but that reminds me... I was just wondering how I could have possibly 
forgotten you, Father. Do you think maybe you could help me get those 
memories back?

Frederick: 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!

Frederick: Well, he's certainly got energy to spare...
=====================================================
Frederick B

Morgan: Father? Do you have a moment?

Frederick: 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?

Frederick: Let's just... hold off on the head smashing for now, shall we? 
Perhaps you could try just staring at me for a bit? Right into my eyes.

Morgan: Argh, that's perfect! You're a genius! I must have seen your face a 
million times in the future. It's bound to bring SOMETHING back if I stare at 
it long enough. Okay, sorry to invade your personal space 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?"

Frederick: Er, right. Perhaps that's enough of the memory project for one 
day?

Morgan: Sure... I'm still a little dizzy from banging the post earlier, to be 
honest... But this doesn't end here! I'm not giving up until I remember you, 
Father!
=====================================================
Frederick A

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*

Frederick: 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*

Frederick: Morgan...

Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry. I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-
my head! ...Wha--?!

Frederick: 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.

Frederick: Take all the time you need. I'll always be here for you... You 
know that, right?

Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Dad.
=====================================================
Virion~ C

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!

Virion: That bot sure loves to talk...
=====================================================
Virion B

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!
=====================================================
Virion A

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.
=====================================================
Stahl~ C

Morgan: Hmm... I wonder why I have no memory of my father... All my memories 
of Mother are so crisp and clear... I remember what an amazing tactician she 
was, all the time we studied together... But nothing at all about my father. 
It's one big blank.

Stahl: What are you up to, Morgan?

Morgan: Father! That's amazing! I was just thinking about you! Is this fate?! 
This is totally fate! Family-style fate! ...Wait, no. How did Mother put it? 
"We're not pawns of some scripted fate. It's the invisible ties we forge that 
bind us." So yeah, it's not fate. It's the whole invisible bond-link...thing!

Stahl: Heh, is that so?

Morgan: Yup! Even without my memories, there's an invisible thread that links 
us.
Er, but that reminds me... I was just wondering how I could have possibly 
forgotten you, Father. Do you think maybe you could help me get those 
memories back?

Stahl: I'd be happy to try. After all-

Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! I'll start preparing. Oh, I can't wait to get 
started!

Stahl: Well, he's certainly got energy to spare...
=====================================================
Stahl B

Morgan: Father? Do you have a moment?

Stahl: Yes, of course.

Morgan: Perfect! Then let's get started on Project Get Memories of Dad Back!
Step one-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?

Stahl: Let's just...hold off on the head smashing for now, shall we? Perhaps 
you could try just staring at me for a bit? Right into my eyes.

Morgan: Argh, that's perfect! You're a genius! I must have seen your face a 
million times in the future. It's bound to bring SOMETHING back if I stare at 
it long enough. Okay, sorry to invade your personal space 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?"

Stahl: Er, right. Perhaps that's enough of the memory project for one day?

Morgan: Sure... I'm sure 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!
=====================================================
Stahl A

Morgan: *Sigh* No luck today, either... I'm going crazy trying to remember 
you. I feel so useless! I'm just so... *sniff* Why can't I... *sob*

Stahl: Come now, Morgan. No tears.

Morgan: B-but I know I must have loved you just as much as I loved Mother.
I bet we had a million memories together, and the thought of having lost 
them...
I feel like I failed you. Like I... Like I... *sob*

Stahl: Morgan...

Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry. I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-
my head! ...Wha-?!

Stahl: What's wrong?!

Morgan: I... I remembered something! Just one tiny little memory, but...I 
remember! You were smiling at me...and you called my name... Ha ha! Yes! You 
looked a little bit older, but it was DEFINITELY you! Oh thank you, Father. I 
never would have remembered without your help. And hey, this is great! I I 
can get one memory back, maybe I can get the rest! It may take time, but I 
won't stop trying until I remember everything about you.

Stahl: Take all the time you need. I'll always be here for you... You know 
that right?

Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Dad.
=====================================================
Vaike~ C

Morgan: Hmmm... 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.

Vaike: Whatcha 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 paws of some scripted fate. It's the invisible ties we forge that 
bind us." So yeah, it's not fate. It's the whole invisible bond-link...thing!

Vaike: Heh, no kiddin'?

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?

Vaike: Hey, I'd be happy to! After all--

Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! I'll start preparing. Oh, I can't wait to get 
started!

Vaike: He sure is energetic...
=====================================================
Vaike B

Morgan: Father? Do you have a moment?

Vaike: Sure do!

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?

Vaike: Let's uh... hold off on the head smashin' for now, all right? Maybe 
you could try starin' at Ol' Vaike for a while, eh? Right into these 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?"

Vaike: Er... sure. Look, maybe that's enough of the memory project for one 
day, eh?

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! 
=====================================================
Vaike A

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*

Vaike: Hey now! Cryin' ain't gonna help.

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*

Vaike: Morgan...

Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry. I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-
my head! ...Wha--?!

Vaike: What's wrong?!

Morgan: I... I rememebered 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.

Vaike: Take all the time ya need. And I'll do everything I can to help ya!

Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Dad.
=====================================================
Kellam~ C

Morgan: Hmmm... 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.

Kellam: 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 paws of some scripted fate. It's the invisible ties we forge that 
bind us." So yeah, it's not fate. It's the whole invisible bond-link...thing!

Kellam: Heh, is that so?

Morgan: Yup! Even without my memories, there's an invisible thread that links 
us. Er, but that reminds me... I was just wondering how I could have possibly 
forgotten you, Father. Do you think maybe you could help me get those 
memories back?

Kellam: 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!

Kellam: Boy, he sure is energetic... 
=====================================================
Kellam B

Morgan: Father? Do you have a moment?

Kellam: 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?

Kellam: Let's just...hold off on the head smashing for now, all right? 
Perhaps you could try just staring at me for a bit? Right into my eyes.

Morgan: Argh, that's perfect! You're a genius! I must have seen your face a 
million times in the future. It's bound to bring SOMETHING back if I stare at 
it long enough. Okay, sorry to invade your personal space 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?"

Kellam: Er, right. Perhaps that's enough of the memory project for one day...

Morgan: Sure... I'm still a little dizzy from banging the post earlier, to be 
honest... But this doesn't end here! I'm not giving up until I remember you, 
Father! 
=====================================================
Kellam A

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*

Kellam: 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*

Kellam: Morgan...

Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry. I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-
my head! ...Wha--?!

Kellam: What's wrong?!

Morgan: I... I rememebered 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.

Kellam: Take all the time you need. I'll always be here for you... You know 
that, right?

Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Dad.
=====================================================
Donnel~ C

Morgan: Hmmm... 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.

Donnel: Howdy, Morgan. Whatcha up to?

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 paws of some scripted fate. It's the invisible ties we forge that 
bind us." So yeah, it's not fate. It's the whole invisible bond-link...thing!

Donnel: Heh, is that so?

Morgan: Yup! Even without my memories, there's an invisible thread that links 
us. Er, but that reminds me... I was just wondering how I could have possibly 
forgotten you, Father. Do you think maybe you could help me get those 
memories back?

Donnel: Gosh, I'd be happy to! After all--

Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! I'll start preparing. Oh, I can't wait to get 
started!

Donnel: Heh, he sure is a spitfire, that one... 
=====================================================
Donnel B

Morgan: Father? Do you have a moment?

Donnel: Course I do!

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?

Donnel: Uh... I don' reckon bangin' yer head will help none, Son. Maybe ya 
could try just starin' at me for a spell? Right into these here 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?"

Donnel: Er, right. What say we put the memory project on the shelf for today?

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! 
=====================================================
Donnel A

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*

Donnel: Hey now, Morgan, ain't no need for 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*

Donnel: Morgan...

Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry. I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-
my head! ...Wha--?!

Donnel: What's wrong?!

Morgan: I... I rememebered 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.

Donnel: Take all the time ya need. I'll always be here for ya... Ya know 
that, right?

Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Dad.
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Ricken~ C

Morgan: Hmm... I wonder why I have no memory of my father... All my memories 
of Mother are so crisp and clear... I remember what an amazing tactician she 
was, all the time we studied together... But nothing at all about my father. 
It's one big blank.

Ricken: What are you up to, Morgan?

Morgan: Father! That's amazing! I was just thinking about you! Is this fate?! 
This is totally fate! Family-style fate! ...Wait, no. How did Mother put it? 
"We're not pawns of some scripted fate. It's invisible ties we forge that 
bind us." So yeah, it's not fate. It's the whole invisible bond-link... 
thing!

Ricken: Heh, Is that so?

Morgan: Yup! Even without my memories, there's an invisible thread that links 
us. Er, but that reminds me... I was just wondering how I could have possibly 
forgotten you, Father. Do you think maybe you could help me get those 
memories back?

Ricken: I'd be happy to try. After all--

Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! I'll start preparing. Oh, I can't wait to get 
started!

Ricken: Boy, he's certainly got energy to spare...
=====================================================
Ricken B

Morgan: Father? Do you have a moment?

Ricken: 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?

Ricken: Hey, let's just...hold off on the head smashing for now, okay? Why 
don't you try just staring at me for a bit? Right into my eyes.

Morgan: Argh, that's perfect! You're a genius! I must have seen your face a 
million times in the future. It's bound to bring SOMETHING back if I stare at 
it long enough. Okay, sorry to invade your personal space 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?"

Ricken: Er, right... Perhaps that's enough of the memory project for one day?

Morgan: Sure... I'm still a little dizzy from banging the post earlier, to be 
honest... But this doesn't end here! I'm not giving up until I remember you, 
Father!
=====================================================
Ricken A

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*

Ricken: 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*

Ricken: Morgan...

Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry. I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-
my head! ...Wha--?!

Ricken: What's wrong?!

Morgan: I... I rememebered 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.

Ricken: Take all the time you need. I'll always be here for you!

Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Dad.
=====================================================
Gaius~ C

Morgan: Hmmm... 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.

Gaius: 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 paws of some scripted fate. It's the invisible ties we forge that 
bind us." So yeah, it's not fate. It's the whole invisible bond-link...thing!

Gaius: Heh, is that so?

Morgan: Yup! Even without my memories, there's an invisible thread that links 
us. Er, but that reminds me... I was just wondering how I could have possibly 
forgotten you, Father. Do you think maybe you could help me get those 
memories back?

Gaius: 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!

Gaius: Well, he's certainly got energy to spare... 
=====================================================
Gaius B

Morgan: Father? Do you have a moment?

Gaius: Sure.

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?

Gaius: Let's hold off on the head smashing for now, shall we? Perhaps you 
could try staring at me for a while? Right into my eyes.

Morgan: Argh, that's perfect! You're a genius! I must have seen your face a 
million times in the future. It's bound to bring SOMETHING back if I stare at 
it long enough. Okay, sorry to invade your personal space 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?"

Gaius: Er, right. Perhaps that's enough of the memory project for one day...

Morgan: Sure... I'm still a little dizzy from banging the post earlier, to be 
honest... But this doesn't end here! I'm not giving up until I remember you, 
Father! 
=====================================================
Gaius A

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*

Gaius: Hey, now. No need for the old waterworks.

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*

Gaius: Morgan...

Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry. I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-
my head! ...Wha--?!

Gaius: What's wrong?!

Morgan: I... I rememebered 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.

Gaius: Take all the time you need, all right? I'll always be there for you.

Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Dad.
=====================================================
Gregor~ C

Morgan: Hmmm... 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.

Gregor: Hello, Morgan. What is up?

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 paws of some scripted fate. It's the invisible ties we forge that 
bind us." So yeah, it's not fate. It's the whole invisible bond-link...thing!

Gregor: Hah! Is that so?

Morgan: Yup! Even without my memories, there's an invisible thread that links 
us. Er, but that reminds me... I was just wondering how I could have possibly 
forgotten you, Father. Do you think maybe you could help me get those 
memories back?

Gregor: Gregor would love to assist! After all--

Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! I'll start preparing. Oh, I can't wait to get 
started!

Gregor Oy! That is... energetic boy...
=====================================================
Gregor B

Morgan: Father? Do you have a moment?

Gregor: Of course! Gregor always have moments for precious son.

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?

Gregor: Maybe it best to hold off on the head smashing for now, yes? Why not 
try staring at Gregor for little while? Right into big, beautiful 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?"

Gregor: Er, right. Gregor think maybe it time to shelve memory project for 
today.

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!
=====================================================
Gregor A

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*

Gregor: Oy, oy! What is this crying? Please, Morgan. No more 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*

Gregor: Morgan...

Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry. I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-
my head! ...Wha--?!

Gregor: What is the matter?

Morgan: I... I rememebered 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.

Gregor: Great! Take all time you need, boy. Gregor always be there for you, 
yes?

Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Dad.
=====================================================
Libra~ C

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.

Libra: What's going on, 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!

Libra: I see. That sounds wonderful.

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?

Libra: 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!

Libra: Well, he's certainly energetic...
=====================================================
Libra B

Morgan: Father? Do you have a moment?

Libra: 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?

Libra: Let's just...hold off on the head smashing for now, shall we? Perhaps 
you could try just staring at me for a bit? Right into my eyes.

Morgan: Argh, that's perfect! You're a genius! I must have seen your face a 
million times in the future. It's bound to bring SOMETHING back if I stare at 
it long enough. Okay, sorry to invade your personal space 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?"

Libra: Er, right. Perhaps that's enough of the memory project for one day?

Morgan: Sure... I'm still a little dizzy from banging the post earlier, to be 
honest... But this doesn't end here! I'm not giving up until I remember you, 
Father!
=====================================================
Libra A

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*

Libra: 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*

Libra: Morgan...

Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry. I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-
my head! ...Wha--?!

Libra: What's wrong?!

Morgan: I... I rememebered 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.

Libra: Take all the time you need. I'll be here for you always.

Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Dad.
=====================================================
Henry~ C

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.

Henry: Whatcha 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!

Henry: If you say so.

Morgan: Yup! Even without my memories, there's an invisible thread that links 
us. Er, but that reminds me... I was just wondering how I could have possibly 
forgotten you, Father. Do you think maybe you could help me get those 
memories back?

Henry: I suppose I could help. After all-

Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! I'll start preparing. Oh, I can't wait to get 
started!

Henry: Nya ha! He sure is full of beans, that kid...
=====================================================
Henry B

Morgan: Father? Do you have a moment?

Henry: Sure do!

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?

Henry: Um... Let's hold off on the head smashing for now, all right? Let me 
think...  Hmm, there is that one curse, but... yeah, it'd probably kill you. 
Oh, I know! Maybe you could try staring at me for a while. You know, into my 
eyes.

Morgan: Argh, that's perfect! You're a genius! I must have seen your face a 
million times in the future. It's bound to bring SOMETHING back if I stare at 
it long enough. Okay, sorry to invade your personal space 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?"

Henry: Er, right. Welp, back to drawing board, I suppose.

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!=====================================================
Henry A

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*

Henry: Huh? Are you crying?

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*

Henry: Morgan...

Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry. I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-
my head!  ...Wha--?!

Henry: Uh-oh. Head wounds are the worst. Are you okay?!

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.

Henry: Hey, neat! Take all the time you need. I'll be sure to help out 
however I can.

Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Dad.
=====================================================
Owain~ C

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.

Owain: How goes it, 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!

Owain: Really? Intriguing...

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?

Owain: Well, as your trusted protector, I suppose--

Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! I'll start preparing. Oh, I can't wait to get 
started!

Owain: The blood boils strong in that boy...
=====================================================
Owain B

Morgan: Father? Do you have a moment?

Owain: Yes, of course. Fortunately, my rage has been quelled for the moment.

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?

Owain: Hey, let's just...hold off on the head smashing for now, shall we? 
Perhaps you could try just staring at me for a bit?

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?"

Owain: Er, right... Perhaps that's enough of the memory project for one day?

Morgan: Sure... I'm still a little dizzy from banging the post earlier, to be 
honest... But this doesn't end here! I'm not giving up until I remember you, 
Father!
=====================================================
Owain A

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*

Owain: Come now, Morgan. Such crying is unbecoming of a hero.

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*

Owain: Morgan...

Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry. I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-
my head! ...Wha--?!

Owain: What's wrong?!

Morgan: I... I rememebered 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.

Owain: Take all the time you need. I'll always be here for you... You know 
that, right?

Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Dad.
=====================================================
Laurent~ C

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.

Laurent: Morgan? What are you doing?

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!

Laurent: That is a most unscientific analysis. And yet, oddly plausible...

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?

Laurent: I would be delighted to try. After all--

Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! I'll start preparing. Oh, I can't wait to get 
started!

Laurent: The loquaciousness of that boy is unparalleled...
=====================================================
Laurent B

Morgan: Father? Do you have a moment?

Laurent: 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?

Laurent: I see no point in further damaging your already fragile cranium. 
Perhaps you could try staring at me for a while? It might help trigger a 
memory.

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?"

Laurent: Oh, dear. It would seem this experiment is also a failure...Let's 
take a break from the memory project for today, shall we?

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!
=====================================================
Laurent A

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*

Laurent: Morgan, I don't believe crying is necessary at this juncture...

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*

Laurent: Morgan...

Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry. I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-
my head! ...Wha--?!

Laurent: What's wrong?!

Morgan: I... I rememebered 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.

Laurent: Take as much time as you need. I'll be happy to assist you in this 
endeavor.

Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Dad.
=====================================================
Brady~ C

Morgan: Hmmm... 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.

Brady: Hey! Watcha mumblin' about over there?

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 paws of some scripted fate. It's the invisible ties we forge that 
bind us." So yeah, it's not fate. It's the whole invisible bond-link...thing!

Brady: Huh. Is that so?

Morgan: Yup! Even without my memories, there's an invisible thread that links 
us. Er, but that reminds me... I was just wondering how I could have possibly 
forgotten you, Father. Do you think maybe you could help me get those 
memories back?

Brady: I suppose I could pitch in, yeah? After all--

Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! I'll start preparing. Oh, I can't wait to get 
started!

Brady: Why do I get the feeling I'm gonna regret this... 
=====================================================
Brady B

Morgan: Father? Do you have a moment?

Brady: Sure. What's up?

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?

Brady: Let's hold off on the head smashing for a bit, yeah? Why don't ya try 
takin' a gander at me for a while? Stare into my eyes and stuff.

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?"

Brady: Er' yeah... sure. Maybe we should table this memory malarkey for 
today.

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!
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Brady A

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*

Brady: Hey now! Stop that before ya get me all teary too, yeah?

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*

Brady: Oh, for the love'a...

Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry. I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-
my head! ...Wha--?!

Brady: What's wrong?!

Morgan: I... I rememebered 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.

Brady: Take all the time ya need, kid. I'll always be there for ya...

Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Dad.
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Yarne~ C

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.

Yarne: 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!

Yarne: Heh, is that so?

Morgan: Yup! Even without my memories, there's an invisible thread that links 
us. Er, but that reminds me... I was just wondering how I could have possibly 
forgotten you, Father. Do you think maybe you could help me get those 
memories back?

Yarne: 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!

Yarne: ...What was that all about?
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Yarne B

Morgan: Father? Do you have a moment?

Yarne: Yeah, 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?

Yarne: How about we hold off on the head smashing for now, hmm? Maybe you 
could try staring at me for a bit? That might help.

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?"

Yarne: Er, right. Maybe that's enough of the memory project for one day...

Morgan: Sure... I'm still a little dizzy from banging the post earlier, to be 
honest... But this doesn't end here! I'm not giving up until I remember you, 
Father!
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Yarne A

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*

Yarne: 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*

Yarne: Morgan...

Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry. I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-
my head! ...Wha--?!

Yarne: What's wrong?! Migraine headache? Embolism? Brain aneurysm?

Morgan: I... I rememebered 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.

Yarne: Whew! I was worried you were going extinct there for a second! Anyway, 
take all the time you need. I'll always be here for you!

Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Dad.
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Inigo~ C

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.

Inigo: 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!

Inigo: Heh, Is that so?

Morgan: Yup! Even without my memories, there's an invisible thread that links 
us. Er, but that reminds me... I was just wondering how I could have possibly 
forgotten you, Father. Do you think maybe you could help me get those 
memories back?

Inigo: 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!

Inigo: Well, he's certainly got energy to spare...
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Inigo B

Morgan: Father? Do you have a moment?

Inigo: Sure, I have time.

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?

Inigo: Let's just... hold off on the head smashing for now, shall we? Perhaps 
you could try just staring at me for a bit? Right into my eyes.

Morgan: Argh, that's perfect! You're a genius! I must have seen your face a 
million times in the future. It's bound to bring SOMETHING back if I stare at 
it long enough. Okay, sory 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?"

Inigo: Er, right. Perhaps that's enough of the memory project for one day?

Morgan: Sure... I'm still a little dizzy from banging the post earlier, to be 
honest... But this doesn't end here! I'm not giving up until I remember you, 
Father!
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Inigo A

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*

Inigo: 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*

Inigo: Morgan...

Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry. I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-
my head! ...Wha--?!

Inigo: What's wrong?!

Morgan: I... I rememebered 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.

Inigo: Take all the time you need. I'll always be here for you... you know 
that, right?

Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Dad.
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Gerome~ C

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.

Gerome: What's going on, 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!

Gerome: Is that so?

Morgan: Yup! Even without my memories, there's an invisible thread that links 
us. Er, but that reminds me... I was just wondering how I could have possibly 
forgotten you, Father. Do you think maybe you could help me get those 
memories back?

Gerome: Sure, why not. After all--

Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! I'll start preparing. Oh, I can't wait to get 
started!

Gerome: Where does he get all that energy...
=====================================================
Gerome B

Morgan: Father? Do you have a moment?

Gerome: Sure.

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?

Gerome: Let's... hold off on the head smashing, all right? Why don't you just 
try staring at me for a while? Right into my eyes.

Morgan: Argh, that's perfect! You're a genius! I must have seen your face a 
million times in the future. It's bound to bring SOMETHING back if I stare at 
it long enough. Okay, sorry to invade your personal space 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?"

Gerome: Er, right. Perhaps that's enough of the memory project for one day.

Morgan: Sure... I'm still a little dizzy from banging the post earlier, to be 
honest... But this doesn't end here! I'm not giving up until I remember you, 
Father!
=====================================================
Gerome A

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*

Gerome: This is hardly worth crying over, Morgan.

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*

Gerome: Morgan...

Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry. I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-
my head! ...Wha--?!

Gerome: What's wrong?

Morgan: I... I rememebered 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.

Gerome: Take all the time you need. I will lend my aid to your cause.

Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Dad.
=====================================================
Basilio~ C

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.

Basilio: What are you up to, boy?

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!

Basilio: Hah! Is that so?

Morgan: Yup! Even without my memories, there's an invisible thread that links 
us. Er, but that reminds me... I was just wondering how I could have possibly 
forgotten you, Father. Do you think maybe you could help me get those 
memories back?

Basilio: Sure, I'd be happy to! After all-

Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! I'll start preparing. Oh, I can't wait to get 
started!

Basilio: Well, at least he's full of energy... Reminds me of me! Ha ha!
=====================================================
Basilio B

Morgan: Father? Do you have a moment?

Basilio: 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?

Basilio: Let's... hold off on the head smashing for now, all right? Why don't 
you just try staring at me for a bit? Right into my eyes.

Morgan: Argh, that's perfect! You're a genius! I must have seen your face a 
million times in the future. It's bound to bring SOMETHING back if I stare at 
it long enough. Okay, sorry to invade your personal space 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?"

Basilio: Er, right. Perhaps that's enough of the memory project for now.

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!
=====================================================
Basilio A

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*

Basilio: Aw, come on, Morgan. No need for 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*

Basilio: Morgan...

Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry. I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-
my head!  ...Wha--?!

Basilio: What is it?!

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.

Basilio: Hey, neat! Take all the time you need. I'll always be here for you, 
kid.

Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Dad.
=====================================================
Gangrel~ C

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.

Gangrel: And what are you up to?

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!

Gangrel: Heh. Really...

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?

Gangrel: Why not? I've got nowhere--

Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! I'll start preparing. Oh, I can't wait to get 
started!

Gangrel: That kid sure is energetic...
=====================================================
Gangrel B

Morgan: Father? Do you have a moment?

Gangrel: I can carve a moment from my busy schedule, sure. Bwa ha ha!

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?

Gangrel: Hey, I love a bloody head-banging as much as the next guy. 
....Probably more so. But it's take it easy on that for a bit. Maybe just try 
staring at me instead.

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?"

Gangrel: Er, right. Perhaps that's enough of the memory project for now.

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!
=====================================================
Gangrel A

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*

Gangrel: Now, now. Enough with the crying already.

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*

Gangrel: Yeesh...

Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry. I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-
my head! ...Wha--?!

Gangrel: What's going on?

Morgan: I... I rememebered 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.

Gangrel: Yes, well, take all the time you need, son. I'm not going anywhere 
anytime soon...

Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Dad.
=====================================================
Walhart~ C

Morgan: Hmmm... 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.

Walhart: What is the meaning of all this navel-gazing?

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 paws of some scripted fate. It's the invisible ties we forge that 
bind us." So yeah, it's not fate. It's the whole invisible bond-link...thing!

Walhart: Absurd. It is through strength alone that man--

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?

Walhart: I would prefert to train you in the arts of warfare, death, and--

Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! I'll start preparing. Oh, I can't wait to get 
started!

Walhart: Bah. Useless! 
=====================================================
Walhart B

Morgan: Father? Do you have a moment?

Walhart: Only if you vow not to waste my time with insignificant prattle.

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?

Walhart: Perhaps that plan would work if I drove your head through it... Or 
perhaps you could gaze upon your father's noble visage for a while.

Morgan: Argh, that's perfect! You're a genius! I must have seen your face a 
million times in the future. It's bound to bring SOMETHING back if I stare at 
it long enough. Okay, sorry to invade your personal space here, but... here 
goes... ..... ....... ......... ............ Drats! It's not working. I don't 
remember a thing. It's like... Have you ever stared at a word so long it kind 
of fell apart? And you think, "Is that how that's spelled? Wait, is that even 
a real WORD?!" Except here it's "Is that what Father looked like?"

Walhart: Bah. You waste my time anew! That's enough of this for today.

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!
=====================================================
Walhart A

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*

Walhart: SILENCE! This display demeans us both!

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*

Walhart: I should put a sword in you and be done with it...

Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry. I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-
my head! ...Wha--?!

Walhart: Pray, what calamity has befallen you now?!

Morgan: I... I rememebered 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.

Walhart: Such pitiful goals. *sigh* Oh, very well. I shall do what I can to 
assist you...

Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Dad.
=====================================================
Yen'fay~ C

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.

Yen'fay: How does the day find you, 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!

Yen'fay: Is that so?

Morgan: Yup! Even without my memories, there's an invisible thread that links 
us. Er, but that reminds me... I was just wondering how I could have possibly 
forgotten you, Father. Do you think maybe you could help me get those 
memories back?

Yen'fay: It would be an honor. After all--

Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! I'll start preparing. Oh, I can't wait to get 
started!

Yen'fay: Well, he's certainly energetic...
=====================================================
Yen'fay B

Morgan: Father? Do you have a moment?

Yen'fay: I do.

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?

Yen'fay: Perhaps it best we... despense with the head smashing for now, lad. 
Why not staring into my eyes? It might help trigger a memory.

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?"

Yen'fay: Er, right... Perhaps we should halt the memory project for today.

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!
=====================================================
Yen'fay A

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*

Yen'fay: Stay your tears, Morgan.

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*

Yen'fay: Morgan...

Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry. I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-
my head! ...Wha--?!

Yen'fay: What troubles you?!

Morgan: I...I rememebered 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.

Yen'fay: Take all the time you need, my son. I will do my best to aid you in 
this cause.

Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Dad.
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Priam~ C

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.

Priam: 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!

Priam: Heh, is that so?

Morgan: Yup! Even without my memories, there's an invisible thread that links 
us. Er, but that reminds me... I was just wondering how I could have possibly 
forgotten you, Father. Do you think maybe you could help me get those 
memories back?

Priam: 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!

Priam: Well, he's certainly energetic...
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Priam B

Morgan: Father? Do you have a moment?

Priam: 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?

Priam: I don't think banging your head against a wall is going to accomplish 
anything. Here, why don't you try staring at me for a while? Right into my 
eyes.

Morgan: Argh, that's perfect! You're a genius! I must have seen your face a 
million times in the future. It's bound to bring SOMETHING back if I stare at 
it long enough. Okay, sorry to invade your personal space 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?"

Priam: Er, right. Perhaps that's enough of the memory project for one day?

Morgan: Sure... I'm still a little dizzy from banging the post earlier, to be 
honest... But this doesn't end here! I'm not giving up until I remember you, 
Father!
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Priam A

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*

Priam: Come now, Morgan. Pull yourself together.

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*

Priam: .....

Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry. I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-
my head! ...Wha--?!

Priam: 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.

Priam: Take all the time you need. I'll always be here for you.

Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Dad.
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Female Morgan:

Avatar` C

Morgan: Oh, Father! Over here! Come with me a minute!

Avatar: What is it, Morgan?

Morgan: Oh, nothing. It's just... C'mon! I need to talk to you about 
something.

Avatar: Well, I'm afraid I'm a bit busy at the moment. Can we talk here?

Morgan: H-here? Er, that's not really... I can just wait, thanks.

Avatar: Are you sure it's nothing urgent?

Morgan: Um, no, it's... Ha ha! ...I'll be right back. ...... Okay, all set! 
Now to lure Father into this pitfall trap... Phew, I'm back! Hey, let's take 
a walk, shall we? Right this way, Father!

Avatar: You're acting very strange, Morgan.

Morgan: (Allllmost... Just a couple more steps...)

Avatar: ...Huh? A pitfall? Now that's a classic!

Morgan: Dang! How did you know?! I was super careful in disguising it. It 
didn't look suspicious at all!

Avatar: True, your work on the pit is first class. But your odd behavior made 
it obvious. Subterfuge and misdirection are half of any good trap, Morgan.

Morgan: Dang. I'll get you next time! By the way, as long as you're here, 
mind helping me fill this hole in? If someone fell in by accident, they could 
really hurt themselves.

Avatar: Wait, how deep did you make it?!
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Avatar B

Avatar: Hmm... Now where did I put it...?

Morgan: Looking for that treatise on tactics, Father? Blue cover? Fairly 
thick?

Avatar: Yes. How did you... Waaait a minute.

Morgan: Yup! I hid it! Think you can find it?

Avatar: Is that today's challenge, then?

Morgan: It's somewhere in camp--I'll tell you that. You have until sundown 
today! Though I could give you weeks, and you would never find my diabolical 
hiding--

Avatar: Found it.

Morgan: WHAT?!

Avatar: It's in that bag you're holding, isn't it?

Morgan: Hmph. ...Fine.

Avatar: Guess I win this round.

Morgan: How did you figure it out so fast?

Avatar: You know me well, Morgan. And that includes knowing how much that 
book means to me. I knew you'd never hide it anywhere it might be damaged or 
stolen. So it needed to be somewhere you could keep a close eye on it... yet 
still concealed.

Morgan: You read my entire thought process! ...And here I thought I was being 
so clever.

Avatar: All right, that settles today's challenge. Now come take a seat.

Morgan: Huh?

Avatar: Let's read that book together. You wanted to work on your strategic 
thinking, right?

Morgan: Right!
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Avatar A

Morgan: I'd draw your forces out to this line, then strike with an ambush 
team from the woods.

Avatar: Then I would move...here. Now you find yourself trapped in a pincer 
movement.

Morgan: Crud. You win again.

Avatar: At least it was just pieces on a board. In real life, that would've 
cost lives. A tactician is responsible for their army's survival, and a 
single mistake can be fatal. But you cannot allow the pressure of that 
responsibility to stymie you. Running scenarios like this will help prepare 
you for anything.

Morgan: Thank, Father. I'll give some of your strategy texts another read-
through. But know this--one of these days, I WILL outmaneuver you!

Avatar: Okay, we'll see about that, kiddo. But you're welcome to try me 
anytime. I'm always happy to accept a challenge. All right then, we're done 
for today.

Morgan: Okay! See you tomorrow!

Avatar: ...Phew, that was a close one. I was one step shy of getting 
completely wiped out. I'd hoped that to be an unattainable goal for a little 
longer so she would push herself. In actuality, I'M the one who needs a push. 
Better dust off a few of these books myself.
=====================================================
Lissa~ C

Morgan: Hmm... I wonder why I have no memory of my mother... All my memories 
of Father are so crisp and clear... I remember what an amazing tactician he 
was, all the time we studied together... But nothing at all about my mother. 
It's one big blank.

Lissa: What's up, Morgan?

Morgan: Mother! That's amazing! I was just thinking about you! Is this fate?! 
This is totally fate! Family-style fate! ...Wait, no. How did Father put it? 
"We're not pawns of some scripted fate. It's the invisible ties we forge that 
bind us." So yeah, it's not fate. It's the whole invisible bond-link... 
thing!

Lissa: Hee hee! That's an interesting take.

Morgan: Yup! Even without my memories, there's an invisible thread that links 
us. Er, but that reminds me... I was just wondering how I could have possibly 
forgotten you, Mother. Do you think maybe you could help me get those 
memories back?

Lissa: Hey, 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!

Lissa: Boy, she sure is full of energy!
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Lissa B

Morgan: Mother? Do you have a moment?

Lissa: For you? Of course!

Morgan: Perfect! Then let's get started on Project Get Memories of Mom Back! 
Step one -- figure out how we're going to trigger some flashbacks. I've 
already tried banging my head against a post, but nothing. I mean, it made me 
dizzy and nauseated, but it didn't unearth any hidden memories. What do you 
think, Mother? Perhaps a stone wall would work better?

Lissa: Uh, for starters, I would recommend against the head-smashing thing... 
Why don't you try staring at me for a while? Maybe it'll help trigger 
something.

Morgan: Argh, that's perfect! You're a genius! I must have seen your face a 
million times in the future. It's bound to bring SOMETHING back if I stare at 
it long enough. Okay, sorry to invade your personal space here, but... Here 
goes... ..... ....... ......... ............ Drats! It's not working. I don't 
remember a thing. It's like... Have you ever stared at a word so long it kind 
of fell apart? And you think, "Is that how that's spelled? Wait, is that even 
a real WORD?!" Except here it's "Is that what Mother looked like?"

Lissa: Oh, boy... Listen, maybe that's enough of the memory project for one 
day, okay?

Morgan: Sure... I'm still a little dizzy from banging the post earlier, to be 
honest... But this doesn't end here! I'm not giving up until I remember you, 
Mother!
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Lissa A

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*

Lissa: Aw, come on, Morgan. Don't cry.

Morgan: B-but I know I must have loved you just as much as I loved Father. I 
bet we had a million memories together, and the thought of having lost 
them... I feel like I failed you. Like I... Like I... *sob*

Lissa: Morgan...

Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry, I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-
my head! ...Wha -- ?!

Lissa: What's wrong?!

Morgan: I...I remembered something! Just one tiny little memory, but... I 
remember! You were smiling at me... and you called my name... Ha ha! Yes! You 
looked a little bit older, but it was DEFINITELY you! Oh thank you, Mother. I 
never would have remembered without your help. And hey, this is great! If I 
can get one memory back, maybe I can get the rest! It may take time, but I 
won't stop trying until I remember everything about you.

Lissa: Take all the time you need, Morgan. I'll help out however I can!

Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Mom.
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Sully~ C

Morgan: Hmm... I wonder why I have no memory of my mother... All my memories 
of Father are so crisp and clear... I remember what an amazing tactician he 
was, all the time we studied together... But nothing at all about my mother. 
It's one big blank.

Sully: What are you up to, Morgan?

Morgan: Mother! That's amazing! I was just thinking about you! Is this fate?! 
This is totally fate! Family-style fate! ...Wait, no. How did Father put it? 
"We're not pawns of some scripted fate. It's the invisible ties we forge that 
bind us." So yeah, it's not fate. It's the whole invisible bond-link... 
thing!

Sully: Ha! Whatever you say

Morgan: Yup! Even without my memories, there's an invisible thread that links 
us. Er, but that reminds me... I was just wondering how I could have possibly 
forgotten you, Mother. Do you think maybe you could help me get those 
memories back?

Sully: Sure, I'd be happy to try. After all-

Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! I'll start preparing. Oh, I can't wait to get 
started!

Sully: Well, she's certainly got energy to spare...
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Sully B

Morgan: Mother? Do you have a moment?

Sully: Sure. What's up?

Morgan: Perfect! Then let's get started on Project Get Memories of Mom Back! 
Step one -- figure out how we're going to trigger some flashbacks. I've 
already tried banging my head against a post, but nothing. I mean, it made me 
dizzy and nauseated, but it didn't unearth any hidden memories. What do you 
think, Mother? Perhaps a stone wall would work better?

Sully: You know... that head-smashing thing? Maybe you should stop that. How 
about if you try just staring at my ugly mug for a while?

Morgan: Argh, that's perfect! You're a genius! I must have seen your face a 
million times in the future. It's bound to bring SOMETHING back if I stare at 
it long enough. Okay, sorry to invade your personal space here, but... Here 
goes... ..... ....... ......... ............ Drats! It's not working. I don't 
remember a thing. It's like... Have you ever stared at a word so long it kind 
of fell apart? And you think, "Is that how that's spelled? Wait, is that even 
a real WORD?!" Except here it's "Is that what Mother looked like?"

Sully: Er, right. Perhaps that's enough of the memory project for one day?

Morgan: Sure... I'm still a little dizzy from banging the post earlier, to be 
honest... But this doesn't end here! I'm not giving up until I remember you, 
Mother!
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Sully A

Morgan: *Sigh* No luck today, either... I'm going crazy trying to remember 
you. I feel so useless! I'm just so... *sniff* Why can't I... *sob*

Sully: Come on, now. Stop crying.

Morgan: B-but I know I must have loved you just as much as I loved Father. I 
bet we had a million memories together, and the thought of having lost 
them... I feel like I failed you. Like I... Like I... *sob*

Sully: Morgan...

Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry, I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-
my head! ...Wha -- ?!

Sully: What's wrong?!

Morgan: I... I remembered something! Just one tiny little memory, but... I 
remember! You were smiling at me... and you called my name... Ha ha! Yes! You 
looked a little bit older, but it was DEFINITELY you! Oh thank you, Mother. I 
never would have remembered without your help. And hey, this is great! If I 
can get one memory back, maybe I can get the rest! It may take time, but I 
won't stop trying until I remember everything about you.

Sully: Take all the time you need. I'll always be here for you... You know 
that, right?

Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Mom.
=====================================================
Miriel~ C

Morgan: Hmm... I wonder why I have no memory of my mother... All my memories 
of Father are so crisp and clear... I remember what an amazing tactician he 
was, all the time we studied together... But nothing at all about my mother. 
It's one big blank.

Miriel: Morgan?

Morgan: Mother! That's amazing! I was just thinking about you! Is this fate?! 
This is totally fate! Family-style fate! ...Wait, no. How did Father put it? 
"We're not pawns of some scripted fate. It's the invisible ties we forge that 
bind us." So yeah, it's not fate. It's the whole invisible bond-link... 
thing!

Miriel: An unscientific analysis if ever I have heard one. But you seem 
convinced...

Morgan: Yup! Even without my memories, there's an invisible thread that links 
us. Er, but that reminds me... I was just wondering how I could have possibly 
forgotten you, Mother. Do you think maybe you could help me get those 
memories back?

Miriel: I find your proposal acceptable.

Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! I'll start preparing. Oh, I can't wait to get 
started!

Miriel: She certainly is boisterous...
=====================================================
Miriel B

Morgan: Mother? Do you have a moment?

Miriel: I have no pressing engagements for the time being.

Morgan: Perfect! Then let's get started on Project Get Memories of Mom Back! 
Step one -- figure out how we're going to trigger some flashbacks. I've 
already tried banging my head against a post, but nothing. I mean, it made me 
dizzy and nauseated, but it didn't unearth any hidden memories. What do you 
think, Mother? Perhaps a stone wall would work better?

Miriel: The human psyche has a demonstrated connection to facial images. 
Perhaps if you stared at me, it wou;d aid in your recollection efforts.

Morgan: Argh, that's perfect! You're a genius! I must have seen your face a 
million times in the future. It's bound to bring SOMETHING back if I stare at 
it long enough. Okay, sorry to invade your personal space here, but... Here 
goes... ..... ....... ......... ............ Drats! It's not working. I don't 
remember a thing. It's like... Have you ever stared at a word so long it kind 
of fell apart? And you think, "Is that how that's spelled? Wait, is that even 
a real WORD?!" Except here it's "Is that what Mother looked like?"

Miriel: Er, right. Dear, perhaps we should put this memory experiment on hold 
for the moment.

Morgan: Sure... I'm still a little dizzy from banging the post earlier, to be 
honest... But this doesn't end here! I'm not giving up until I remember you, 
Mother!
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Miriel A

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*

Miriel: Morgam, I fail to see the reasoning behind such a pitiful display. 
Dry your eyes.

Morgan: B-but I know I must have loved you just as much as I loved Father. I 
bet we had a million memories together, and the thought of having lost 
them... I feel like I failed you. Like I... Like I... *sob*

Miriel: .....

Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry, I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-
my head! ...Wha -- ?!

Miriel: What is the matter?!

Morgan: I... I remembered something! Just one tiny little memory, but... I 
remember! You were smiling at me... and you called my name... Ha ha! Yes! You 
looked a little bit older, but it was DEFINITELY you! Oh thank you, Mother. I 
never would have remembered without your help. And hey, this is great! If I 
can get one memory back, maybe I can get the rest! It may take time, but I 
won't stop trying until I remember everything about you.

Miriel: ...And I promise to continue to rigorously assist you in these 
efforts.

Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Mom.
=====================================================
Sumia~ C

Morgan: Hmm... I wonder why I have no memory of my mother... All my memories 
of Father are so crisp and clear... I remember what an amazing tactician he 
was, all the time we studied together... But nothing at all about my mother. 
It's one big blank.

Sumia: What are you up to, Morgan?

Morgan: Mother! That's amazing! I was just thinking about you! Is this fate?! 
This is totally fate! Family-style fate! ...Wait, no. How did Father put it? 
"We're not pawns of some scripted fate. It's the invisible ties we forge that 
bind us." So yeah, it's not fate. It's the whole invisible bond-link... 
thing!

Sumia: Oh? That's wonderful!

Morgan: Yup! Even without my memories, there's an invisible thread that links 
us. Er, but that reminds me... I was just wondering how I could have possibly 
forgotten you, Mother. Do you think maybe you could help me get those 
memories back?

Sumia: 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!

Sumia: Hee hee. She sure is energetic...
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Sumia B

Morgan: Mother? Do you have a moment?

Sumia: For you, dear? Anytime.

Morgan: Perfect! Then let's get started on Project Get Memories of Mom Back! 
Step one -- figure out how we're going to trigger some flashbacks. I've 
already tried banging my head against a post, but nothing. I mean, it made me 
dizzy and nauseated, but it didn't unearth any hidden memories. What do you 
think, Mother? Perhaps a stone wall would work better?

Sumia: Let's just... hold off on the head smashing for now, okay? Now let's 
see... I know. What if you tried staring at me for a bit? Maybe that'll help.

Morgan: Argh, that's perfect! You're a genius! I must have seen your face a 
million times in the future. It's bound to bring SOMETHING back if I stare at 
it long enough. Okay, sorry to invade your personal space here, but... Here 
goes... ..... ....... ......... ............ Drats! It's not working. I don't 
remember a thing. It's like... Have you ever stared at a word so long it kind 
of fell apart? And you think, "Is that how that's spelled? Wait, is that even 
a real WORD?!" Except here it's "Is that what Mother looked like?"

Sumia: Oookay, then... Maybe that's enough of the memory project for today, 
dear.

Morgan: Sure... I'm still a little dizzy from banging the post earlier, to be 
honest... But this doesn't end here! I'm not giving up until I remember you, 
Mother!
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Sumia A

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*

Sumia: Come on, Morgan. No tears.

Morgan: B-but I know I must have loved you just as much as I loved Father. I 
bet we had a million memories together, and the thought of having lost 
them... I feel like I failed you. Like I... Like I... *sob*

Sumia: Morgan...

Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry, I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-
my head! ...Wha -- ?!

Sumia: What's wrong?!

Morgan: I... I remembered something! Just one tiny little memory, but... I 
remember! You were smiling at me... and you called my name... Ha ha! Yes! You 
looked a little bit older, but it was DEFINITELY you! Oh thank you, Mother. I 
never would have remembered without your help. And hey, this is great! If I 
can get one memory back, maybe I can get the rest! It may take time, but I 
won't stop trying until I remember everything about you.

Sumia: Take all the time you need, dear. I'll help out in any way I can.

Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Mom.
=====================================================
Maribelle~ C

Morgan: Hmm... I wonder why I have no memory of my mother... All my memories 
of Father are so crisp and clear... I remember what an amazing tactician he 
was, all the time we studied together... But nothing at all about my mother. 
It's one big blank.

Maribelle: What are you doing, Morgan?

Morgan: Mother! That's amazing! I was just thinking about you! Is this fate?! 
This is totally fate! Family-style fate! ...Wait, no. How did Father put it? 
"We're not pawns of some scripted fate. It's the invisible ties we forge that 
bing us." So yeah, it's not fate. It's the whole invisible bond-link... 
thing!

Maribelle: Sure it is, dear. Sure it is.

Morgan: Yup! Even without my memories, there's an invisible thread that link 
us.
Er, but that reminds me... I was just wondering how I could have possibly 
forgotten you, Mother. Do you think maybe you could help me get those 
memories back?

Maribelle: Of course, darling. I'd be happy to.

Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! I'll start preparing. Oh, I can't wait to get 
started!

Maribelle: Well, she's an energetic one...
=====================================================
Maribelle B

Morgan: Mother? Do you have a moment?

Maribelle: For you, dear? Of course.

Morgan: Perfect! Then let's get started on Project Get Memories of Mom Back!
Step one--- figure out how we're going to trigger some flashbacks. I've 
already tried banging my head against a post, but nothing. I mean, it made me 
dizzy and nauseated, but it didn't unearth any hidden memories. What do you 
think, Mother? Perhaps a stone wall would work better?

Maribelle: First things first--- no more head smashing, understood? Children 
these days, I swear... As for your dilemma... Have you considered just 
staring at my face for a while?

Morgan: Argh, that's perfect! You're a genius! I must have seen your face a 
million times in the future. It's bound to bring SOMETHING back if I stare at 
it long enough. Okay, sorry to invade your personal space here, but... Here 
goes... ...... ......... ............ ............... Drats! It's not 
working. I don't remember a thing.
It's like... Have you ever stared at a word so long it kind of fell apart? 
And you think, "Is that how that's spelled? Wait is that even a real WORD?!" 
Except here it's "Is that what Mother looked like?"

Maribelle: Er, right. Perhaps that's enough of the memory project for one 
day?

Morgan: Sure... I'm still a little dizzy from banging the post earlier, to be 
honest...
But this doesn't end here! I'm not giving up until I remember you, Mother!
=====================================================
Maribelle A

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*

Maribelle: Come now, darling. No tears.

Morgan: B-but I know I must have loved you just as much as I loved Father. I 
bet we had a million memories together, and the thought of having lost 
them...
I feel like I failed you. Like I... Like I... *sob*

Maribelle: Morgan...

Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry. I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-
my head! ...What---?!

Maribelle: What's wrong?!

Morgan: I... I remembered something! Just one tiny little memory, but... I 
remember! You were smiling at me... and you called my name... Ha ha! Yes! You 
looked a little bit older, but it was DEFINITELY you! Oh thank you, Mother. I 
never would have remembered without your help. And hey, this is great! If I 
can get one memory back, maybe I can get the rest! It may take time, but I 
won't stop trying until I remember everything about you.

Maribelle: You just take all the time you need, dear. Mother will always be 
here for you.

Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Mom.
=====================================================
Panne~ C

Morgan: Hmm... I wonder why I have no memory of my mother... All my memories 
of Father are so crisp and clear... I remember what an amazing tactician he 
was, all the time we studied together... But nothing at all about my mother. 
It's one big blank.

Panne: What are you mumbling about?

Morgan: Mother! That's amazing! I was just thinking about you! Is this fate?! 
This is totally fate! Family-style fate! ...Wait, no. How did Father put it? 
"We're not pawns of some scripted fate. It's the invisible ties we forge that 
bind us." So yeah, it's not fate. It's the whole invisible bond-link... 
thing!

Panne: If you say so...

Morgan: Yup! Even without my memories, there's an invisible thread that links 
us. Er, but that reminds me... I was just wondering how I could have possibly 
forgotten you, Mother. Do you think maybe you could help me get those 
memories back?

Panne: I suppose I could make time. After all-

Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! I'll start preparing. Oh, I can't wait to get 
started!

Panne: For only half a taguel, she sure was born with energy to spare...
=====================================================
Panne B

Morgan: Mother? Do you have a moment?

Panne: Yes. What is it?

Morgan: Perfect! Then let's get started on Project Get Memories of Mom Back! 
Step one -- figure out how we're going to trigger some flashbacks. I've 
already tried banging my head against a post, but nothing. I mean, it made me 
dizzy and nauseated, but it didn't unearth any hidden memories. What do you 
think, Mother? Perhaps a stone wall would work better?

Panne: ...Or perhaps you could stop smashing your head and try staring at me 
instead.

Morgan: Argh, that's perfect! You're a genius! I must have seen your face a 
million times in the future. It's bound to bring SOMETHING back if I stare at 
it long enough. Okay, sorry to invade your personal space here, but... Here 
goes... ..... ....... ......... ............ Drats! It's not working. I don't 
remember a thing. It's like... Have you ever stared at a word so long it kind 
of fell apart? And you think, "Is that how that's spelled? Wait, is that even 
a real WORD?!" Except here it's "Is that what Mother looked like?"

Panne: Er, right. Perhaps that's enough of the memory project for one day?

Morgan: Sure... I'm still a little dizzy from banging the post earlier, to be 
honest... But this doesn't end here! I'm not giving up until I remember you, 
Mother!
=====================================================
Panne A

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*

Panne: Please stop. Do not cry.

Morgan: B-but I know I must have loved you just as much as I loved Father. I 
bet we had a million memories together, and the thought of having lost 
them... I feel like I failed you. Like I... Like I... *sob*

Panne: .....

Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry, I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-
my head! ...Wha -- ?!

Panne: What's wrong?

Morgan: I... I remembered something! Just one tiny little memory, but... I 
remember! You were smiling at me... and you called my name... Ha ha! Yes! You 
looked a little bit older, but it was DEFINITELY you! Oh thank you, Mother. I 
never would have remembered without your help. And hey, this is great! If I 
can get one memory back, maybe I can get the rest! It may take time, but I 
won't stop trying until I remember everything about you.

Panne: Then I'll do my best to help you.

Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Mom.
=====================================================
Cordelia~ C

Morgan: Hmm... I wonder why I have no memory of my mother... All of my 
memories of Father are so crisp and clear... I remember what an amazing 
tactician he was, all the time we studied together... But nothing at all 
about my mother. It's one big blank.

Cordelia: What are you up to, Morgan?

Morgan: Mother! That's amazing! I was just thinking about you! Is this fate?! 
This is totally fate! Family-style fate! ...Wait, no. How did Father put it? 
"We're not pawns of some scripted fate. It's the invisible ties we forge that 
bind us." So yeah, it's not fate. It's the whole invisible bond-link... thing

Cordelia: Heh, is that so?

Morgan: Yup, even without my memories, there's an invisible thread that links 
us.
Er, but that reminds me... I was just wondering how I could have possibly 
forgotten you, Mother. Do you think maybe you could help me get those 
memories back?

Cordelia: Of course, dear. I'd be happy to try. After all-

Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! I'll start preparing. Oh, I can't wait to get 
started!

Cordelia: She's certainly got energy to spare...
=====================================================
Cordelia B

Morgan: Mother? Do you have a moment?

Cordelia: For you, dear? Of course.

Morgan: Perfect! Then let's get started on Project Get Memories of Mom Back!
Step one-Figure out how we're going trigger some flashbacks. I've already 
tried banging my head against a post, but nothing. I mean, it made me dizzy 
and nauseated, but it didn't unearth any hidden memories. What do you think, 
Mother? Perhaps a stone wall would work better?

Cordelia: Let's just... hold off on the head smashing for now, shall we? 
Perhaps you could try just staring at me for a bit? Maybe that'll trigger 
something.

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 world so long that it fell appart? And 
you think, "Is that how that's spelled? Wait, is this even the real WORD?!" 
Except here it's "Is that what Mother looked like?"

Cordelia: Er, right. Perhaps that's enough of the memory project for one day?

Morgan: Sure... I'm still a little dizzy from banging the post earlier, to be 
honest...
But this doesn't end here! I'm not giving up until I remember you, Mother.
=====================================================
Cordelia A

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*

Cordelia: Come now, Morgan. No tears.

Morgan: B-but I know I must have loved you just as much as I loved Father.
I bet we had a million memories together, and the though of having lost them.
I feel like I failed you, Like I... Like I... *sob*

Cordelia: Morgan...

Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry. I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-
my head! ...Wha-?!

Cordelia: What's wrong?!

Morgan: I... I remembered something! Just one tiny little memory, but...I 
remember! You were smiling at me...and you called my name... Ha ha! Yes! You 
looked a little bit older, but it was DEFINITELY you! Oh thank you, Mother. I 
never would have remembered without your help. And hey, this is great! If I 
can get one memory back, maybeI can get the rest! It may take time, but I 
won't stop trying until I remember everything about you.

Cordelia: Take all the time you need. I'll always be here for you...You know 
that, right?

Morgan: Aw...Thanks, Mom.
=====================================================
Nowi~ C

Morgan: Hmm... I wonder why I have no memory of my mother... All my memories 
of Father are so crisp and clear... I remember what an amazing tactician he 
was, all the time we studied together... But nothing at all about my mother. 
It's one big blank.

Nowi: Whatcha up to, Morgan?

Morgan: Mother! That's amazing! I was just thinking about you! Is this fate?! 
This is totally fate! Family-style fate! ...Wait, no. How did Father put it? 
"We're not pawns of some scripted fate. It's the invisible ties we forge that 
bind us." So yeah, it's not fate. It's the whole invisible bond-link... 
thing!

Nowi: Oh yeah? That's an interesting take!

Morgan: Yup! Even without my memories, there's an invisible thread that links 
us. Er, but that reminds me... I was just wondering how I could have possibly 
forgotten you, Mother. Do you think maybe you could help me get those 
memories back?

Nowi: Hey, sure! 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!

Nowi: Well, she's certainly got energy to spare...
=====================================================
Nowi B

Morgan: Mother? Do you have a moment?

Nowi: For you, dear? Of course!

Morgan: Perfect! Then let's get started on Project Get Memories of Mom Back! 
Step one -- figure out how we're going to trigger some flashbacks. I've 
already tried banging my head against a post, but nothing. I mean, it made me 
dizzy and nauseated, but it didn't unearth any hidden memories. What do you 
think, Mother? Perhaps a stone wall would work better?

Nowi: Umm, I'm not sure that head-smashing thing is the greatest idea... Why 
don't you try just staring at me? Maybe it'll help trigger something!

Morgan: Argh, that's perfect! You're a genius! I must have seen your face a 
million times in the future. It's bound to bring SOMETHING back if I stare at 
it long enough. Okay, sorry to invade your personal space here, but... Here 
goes... ..... ....... ......... ............ Drats! It's not working. I don't 
remember a thing. It's like... Have you ever stared at a word so long it kind 
of fell apart? And you think, "Is that how that's spelled? Wait, is that even 
a real WORD?!" Except here it's "Is that what Mother looked like?"

Nowi: Er, riiight. Listen, maybe we should put this memory project to bed for 
today?

Morgan: Sure... I'm still a little dizzy from banging the post earlier, to be 
honest... But this doesn't end here! I'm not giving up until I remember you, 
Mother!
=====================================================
Nowi A

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*

Nowi: Aw, come on, Morgan. Don't cry.

Morgan: B-but I know I must have loved you just as much as I loved Father. I 
bet we had a million memories together, and the thought of having lost 
them... I feel like I failed you. Like I... Like I... *sob*

Nowi: Morgan...

Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry, I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-
my head! ...Wha -- ?!

Nowi: What's wrong?!

Morgan: I... I remembered something! Just one tiny little memory, but... I 
remember! You were smiling at me... and you called my name... Ha ha! Yes! You 
looked a little bit older, but it was DEFINITELY you! Oh thank you, Mother. I 
never would have remembered without your help. And hey, this is great! If I 
can get one memory back, maybe I can get the rest! It may take time, but I 
won't stop trying until I remember everything about you.

Nowi: Sounds great! Take all the time you need- I'll be around for sure!

Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Mom.
=====================================================
Tharja~ C

Morgan: Hmm... I wonder why I have no memory of my mother... All my memories 
of father are so crisp and clear... I remember what an amazing tactician he 
was, all the time we studied together. But nothing at all about my mother. 
It's one big blank.

Tharja: What are you doing?

Morgan: Mother! That's amazing! I was just thinking about you! Is this fate?! 
This is totally fate! Family style fate! Wait, no. How did father put it? 
"We're not pawns of some scripted fate. It's the invisible ties we forge that 
bind us." So yeah, it's not fate. It's the whole invisible bond-link... 
thing!

Tharja: 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, Mother. Do you think you could help me get those memories 
back?

Tharja: Well, I SUPPOSE I could spare the time...

Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! I'll start preparing. Oh, I can't wait to get 
started!

Tharja: ...Sometimes I can't deal with that child. 
=====================================================
Tharja B

Morgan: Mother? Do you have a moment?

Tharja: If it's quick...

Morgan: Perfect! Then let's get started on Project Get Memories of Mom Back! 
Step one -- figure out how we're going to trigger some flashbacks. I've 
already tried banging my head against a post, but nothing. I mean, it made me 
dizzy and nauseated, but it didn't unearth any hidden memories. What do you 
think, Mother? Perhaps a stone wall would work better?

Tharja: Look, maybe you'd better take a break from all the head smashing, all 
right? Here, why don't you try staring at me for a bit? Maybe something'll 
come to you.

Morgan: Argh, that's perfect! You're a genius! I must have seen your face a 
million times in the future. It's bound to bring SOMETHING back if I stare at 
it long enough. Okay, sorry to invade your personal space here, but... Here 
goes... ..... ....... ......... ............ Drats! It's not working. I don't 
remember a thing. It's like... Have you ever stared at a word so long it kind 
of fell apart? And you think, "Is that how that's spelled? Wait, is that even 
a real WORD?!" Except here it's "Is that what Mother looked like?"

Tharja: *Sigh* Perhaps that's enough of the memory project for one day.

Morgan: Sure... I'm still a little dizzy from banging the post earlier, to be 
honest... But this doesn't end here! I'm not giving up until I remember you, 
Mother!
=====================================================
Tharja A

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*

Tharja: Oh, we're crying now? Wonderful...

Morgan: B-but I know I must have loved you just as much as I loved Father. I 
bet we had a million memories together, and the thought of having lost 
them... I feel like I failed you. Like I... Like I... *sob*

Tharja: .....

Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry, I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-
my head! ...Wha -- ?!

Tharja: What now?

Morgan: I... I remembered something! Just one tiny little memory, but... I 
remember! You were smiling at me... and you called my name... Ha ha! Yes! You 
looked a little bit older, but it was DEFINITELY you! Oh thank you, Mother. I 
never would have remembered without your help. And hey, this is great! If I 
can get one memory back, maybe I can get the rest! It may take time, but I 
won't stop trying until I remember everything about you.

Tharja: Well... good luck with that.

Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Mom.
=====================================================
Olivia~ C

Morgan: Hmm... I wonder why I have no memory of my mother... All my memories 
of father are so crisp and clear... I remember what an amazing tactician he 
was, all the time we studied together. But nothing at all about my mother. 
It's one big blank.

Olivia: What are you up to, Morgan?

Morgan: Mother! That's amazing! I was just thinking about you! Is this fate?! 
This is totally fate! Family style fate! Wait, no. How did father put it? 
"We're not pawns of some scripted fate. It's the invisible ties we forge that 
bind us." So yeah, it's not fate. It's the whole invisible bond-link... 
thing!

Olivia: Heh, is that so?

Morgan: Yup! Even without my memories, there's an invisible thread that links 
us. Er, but that reminds me... I was just wondering how I could have possibly 
forgotten you, Mother. Do you think you could help me get those memories 
back?

Olivia: Of course, dear. I'd be happy to try. After all-

Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! I'll start preparing. Oh, I can't wait to get 
started!

Olivia: Well, she's certainly got energy to spare...
=====================================================
Olivia B

Morgan: Mother? Do you have a moment?

Olivia: For you, dear? Of course.

Morgan: Perfect! Then let's get started on Project Get Memories of Mom Back!
Step one-Figure out how we're going trigger some flashbacks. I've already 
tried banging my head against a post, but nothing. I mean, it made me dizzy 
and nauseated, but it didn't unearth any hidden memories. What do you think, 
Mother? Perhaps a stone wall would work better?

Olivia: Let's just... hold off on the head smashing for now, shall we? Now, 
this is a little embarrassing, but... maybe you could try staring at me?

Morgan: Argh, that's perfect! You're a genius!  I must have seen your face a 
million times in the future. It's bound to bring SOMETHING back if I stare at 
it long enough. Okay, sorry to invade your personal space here, but... Here 
goes...
...... ........ ........... ............. Drats! It's not working. I don't 
remember a thing.
It's like... Have you ever stared at a world so long that it fell appart? And 
you think, "Is that how that's spelled? Wait, is this even the real WORD?!" 
Except here it's "Is that what Mother looked like?"

Olivia: Er, right. Perhaps that's enough of the memory project for one day?

Morgan: Sure... I'm still a little dizzy from banging the post earlier, to be 
honest...
But this doesn't end here! I'm not giving up until I remember you, Mother.
=====================================================
Olivia A

Morgan: *Sigh* No luck today, either... I'm going crazy trying to remember 
you. I feel so useless! I'm just so... *sniff* Why can't I... *sob*

Olivia: Aw, don't cry, dear. It's okay!

Morgan: B-but I know I must have loved you just as much as I loved Father.
I bet we had a million memories together, and the though of having lost them.
I feel like I failed you, Like I... Like I... *sob*

Olivia: Morgan...

Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry. I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-
my head! ...Wha-?!

Olivia: What's wrong?!

Morgan: I... I remembered something! Just one tiny little memory, but...I 
remember! You were smiling at me...and you called my name... Ha ha! Yes! You 
looked a little bit older, but it was DEFINITELY you! Oh thank you, Mother. I 
never would have remembered without your help. And hey, this is great! If I 
can get one memory back, maybeI can get the rest! It may take time, but I 
won't stop trying until I remember everything about you.

Olivia: Take all the time you need, dear. I'll always be here for you...You 
know that, right?

Morgan: Aw...Thanks, Mom.
=====================================================
Cherche~ C

Morgan: Hmm... I wonder why I have no memory of my mother... All of my 
memories of Father are so crisp and clear... I remember what an amazing 
tactician he was, all the time we studied together... But nothing at all 
about my mother. It's one big blank.

Cherche: What are you up to, Morgan?

Morgan: Mother! That's amazing! I was just thinking about you! Is this fate?! 
This is totally fate! Family-style fate! ...Wait, no. How did Father put it? 
"We're not pawns of some scripted fate. It's the invisible ties we forge that 
bind us." So yeah, it's not fate. It's the whole invisible bond-link... thing

Cherche: Heh, is that so?

Morgan: Yup, even without my memories, there's an invisible thread that links 
us.
Er, but that reminds me... I was just wondering how I could have possibly 
forgotten you, Mother. Do you think maybe you could help me get those 
memories back?

Cherche: Of course, dear. I'd be happy to try. After all-

Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! I'll start preparing. Oh, I can't wait to get 
started!

Cherche: She's certainly got energy to spare...
=====================================================
Cherche B

Morgan: Mother? Do you have a moment?

Cherche: For you, dear? Of course.

Morgan: Perfect! Then let's get started on Project Get Memories of Mom Back!
Step one-Figure out how we're going trigger some flashbacks. I've already 
tried banging my head against a post, but nothing. I mean, it made me dizzy 
and nauseated, but it didn't unearth any hidden memories. What do you think, 
Mother? Perhaps a stone wall would work better?

Cherche: Let's just... hold off on the head smashing for now, shall we? 
Perhaps you could try just staring at me for a bit? Maybe that'll trigger 
something.

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 world so long that it fell appart? And 
you think, "Is that how that's spelled? Wait, is this even the real WORD?!" 
Except here it's "Is that what Mother looked like?"

Cherche: Er, right. Perhaps that's enough of the memory project for one day?

Morgan: Sure... I'm still a little dizzy from banging the post earlier, to be 
honest...
But this doesn't end here! I'm not giving up until I remember you, Mother.
=====================================================
Cherche A

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*

Cherche: Come now, Morgan. No tears.

Morgan: B-but I know I must have loved you just as much as I loved Father.
I bet we had a million memories together, and the though of having lost them.
I feel like I failed you, Like I... Like I... *sob*

Cherche: Morgan...

Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry. I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-
my head! ...Wha-?!

Cherche: What's wrong?!

Morgan: I... I remembered something! Just one tiny little memory, but...I 
remember! You were smiling at me...and you called my name... Ha ha! Yes! You 
looked a little bit older, but it was DEFINITELY you! Oh thank you, Mother. I 
never would have remembered without your help. And hey, this is great! If I 
can get one memory back, maybeI can get the rest! It may take time, but I 
won't stop trying until I remember everything about you.

Cherche: Take all the time you need. I'll always be here for you...You know 
that, right?

Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Mom.
=====================================================
Lucina~ C

Morgan: Hmm... I wonder why I have no memory of my mother... All of my 
memories of Father are so crisp and clear... I remember what an amazing 
tactician he was, all the time we studied together... But nothing at all 
about my mother. It's one big blank.

Lucina: What are you up to, Morgan?

Morgan: Mother! That's amazing! I was just thinking about you! Is this fate?! 
This is totally fate! Family-style fate! ...Wait, no. How did Father put it? 
"We're not pawns of some scripted fate. It's the invisible ties we forge that 
bind us." So yeah, it's not fate. It's the whole invisible bond-link... thing

Lucina: Heh, is that so?

Morgan: Yup, even without my memories, there's an invisible thread that links 
us.
Er, but that reminds me... I was just wondering how I could have possibly 
forgotten you, Mother. Do you think maybe you could help me get those 
memories back?

Lucina: Of course, dear. I'd be happy to try. After all-

Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! I'll start preparing. Oh, I can't wait to get 
started!

Lucina: Heh, she's certainly got energy to spare...
=====================================================
Lucina B

Morgan: Mother? Do you have a moment?

Lucina: For you? Of course.

Morgan: Perfect! Then let's get started on Project Get Memories of Mom Back!
Step one-Figure out how we're going trigger some flashbacks. I've already 
tried banging my head against a post, but nothing. I mean, it made me dizzy 
and nauseated, but it didn't unearth any hidden memories. What do you think, 
Mother? Perhaps a stone wall would work better?

Lucina: Let's just... hold off on the head smashing for now, shall we? 
Perhaps you could try just staring at me for a bit? Maybe that'll trigger 
something.

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 world so long that it fell appart? And 
you think, "Is that how that's spelled? Wait, is this even the real WORD?!" 
Except here it's "Is that what Mother looked like?"

Lucina: Er, right. Perhaps that's enough of the memory project for one day?

Morgan: Sure... I'm still a little dizzy from banging the post earlier, to be 
honest...
But this doesn't end here! I'm not giving up until I remember you, Mother.
=====================================================
Lucina A

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*

Lucina: Come now, Morgan. No tears.

Morgan: B-but I know I must have loved you just as much as I loved Father.
I bet we had a million memories together, and the though of having lost them.
I feel like I failed you, Like I... Like I... *sob*

Lucina: Morgan...

Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry. I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-
my head! ...Wha-?!

Lucina: What's wrong?!

Morgan: I... I remembered something! Just one tiny little memory, but...I 
remember! You were smiling at me...and you called my name... Ha ha! Yes! You 
looked a little bit older, but it was DEFINITELY you! Oh thank you, Mother. I 
never would have remembered without your help. And hey, this is great! If I 
can get one memory back, maybeI can get the rest! It may take time, but I 
won't stop trying until I remember everything about you.

Lucina: Take all the time you need. I know things'll turn out just fine, 
Morgan.

Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Mom.
=====================================================
Kjelle~ C

Morgan: Hmm... I wonder why I have no memory of my mother... All my memories 
of Father are so crisp and clear... I remember what an amazing tactician he 
was, all the time we studied together... But nothing at all about my mother. 
It's one big blank.

Kjelle: What are you up to, Morgan?

Morgan: Mother! That's amazing! I was just thinking about you! Is this fate?! 
This is totally fate! Family-style fate! ...Wait, no. How did Father put it? 
"We're not pawns of some scripted fate. It's the invisible ties we forge that 
bind us." So yeah, it's not fate. It's the whole invisible bond-link... 
thing!

Kjelle: Heh, is that so?

Morgan: Yup! Even without my memories, there's an invisible thread that links 
us. Er, but that reminds me... I was just wondering how I could have possibly 
forgotten you, Mother. Do you think maybe you could help me get those 
memories back?

Kjelle: Sure, I suppose I could carve a little time from my training regi-

Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! I'll start preparing. Oh, I can't wait to get 
started!

Kjelle: Wait! We still have time to spar!
=====================================================
Kjelle B

Morgan: Mother? Do you have a moment?

Kjelle: Sure. What's up?

Morgan: Perfect! Then let's get started on Project Get Memories of Mom Back! 
Step one -- figure out how we're going to trigger some flashbacks. I've 
already tried banging my head against a post, but nothing. I mean, it made me 
dizzy and nauseated, but it didn't unearth any hidden memories. What do you 
think, Mother? Perhaps a stone wall would work better?

Kjelle: Let's just... hold off on the head smashing for now, shall we? 
Perhaps you could try just staring me for a bit? Maybe that'll trigger 
something.

Morgan: Argh, that's perfect! You're a genius! I must have seen your face a 
million times in the future. It's bound to bring SOMETHING back if I stare at 
it long enough. Okay, sorry to invade your personal space here, but... Here 
goes... ..... ....... ......... ............ Drats! It's not working. I don't 
remember a thing. It's like... Have you ever stared at a word so long it kind 
of fell apart? And you think, "Is that how that's spelled? Wait, is that even 
a real WORD?!" Except here it's "Is that what Mother looked like?"

Kjelle: Er, right. Perhaps that's enough of the memory project for one day?

Morgan: Sure... I'm still a little dizzy from banging the post earlier, to be 
honest... But this doesn't end here! I'm not giving up until I remember you, 
Mother!
=====================================================
Kjelle A

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*

Kjelle: Hey, come on, Morgan. Don't cry.

Morgan: B-but I know I must have loved you just as much as I loved Father. I 
bet we had a million memories together, and the thought of having lost 
them... I feel like I failed you. Like I... Like I... *sob*

Kjelle: Morgan...

Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry, I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-
my head! ...Wha -- ?!

Kjelle: What's wrong?!

Morgan: I... I remembered something! Just one tiny little memory, but... I 
remember! You were smiling at me... and you called my name... Ha ha! Yes! You 
looked a little bit older, but it was DEFINITELY you! Oh thank you, Mother. I 
never would have remembered without your help. And hey, this is great! If I 
can get one memory back, maybe I can get the rest! It may take time, but I 
won't stop trying until I remember everything about you.

Kjelle: That's great, dear. Take all the time you need. I'll always be here 
for you.

Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Mom.
=====================================================
Cynthia~ C

Morgan: Hmm... I wonder why I have no memory of my mother... All my memories 
of Father are so crisp and clear... I remember what an amazing tactician he 
was, all the time we studied together... But nothing at all about my mother. 
It's one big blank.

Cynthia: What's up, Morgan?

Morgan: Mother! That's amazing! I was just thinking about you! Is this fate?! 
This is totally fate! Family-style fate! ...Wait, no. How did Father put it? 
"We're not pawns of some scripted fate. It's the invisible ties we forge that 
bind us." So yeah, it's not fate. It's the whole invisible bond-link... 
thing!

Cynthia: Wow! Pretty amazing, huh?

Morgan: Yup! Even without my memories, there's an invisible thread that links 
us. Er, but that reminds me... I was just wondering how I could have possibly 
forgotten you, Mother. Do you think maybe you could help me get those 
memories back?

Cynthia: Sure! That sounds like fun.

Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! I'll start preparing. Oh, I can't wait to get 
started!

Cynthia: She asked me for help! This is so exciting!
=====================================================
Cynthia B

Morgan: Mother? Do you have a moment?

Cynthia: Of course!

Morgan: Perfect! Then let's get started on Project Get Memories of Mom Back! 
Step one--figure out how we're going to trigger some flashbacks. I've already 
tried banging my head against a post, but nothing. I mean, it made me dizzy 
and nauseated, but it didn't unearth any hidden memories. What do you think, 
Mother? Perhaps a stone wall would work better?

Cynthia: Um, dear? Let's not do the head-smashing thing anymore, all right? I 
know. Why don't you try staring at me for a while? Maybe that'll help!

Morgan: Argh, that's perfect! You're a genius! I must have seen your face a 
million times in the future. It's bound to bring SOMETHING back if I stare at 
it long enough. Okay, sorry to invade your personal space here, but... Here 
goes...
...... ......... ............ ............... Drats! It's not working. I 
don't remember a thing. It's like... Have you ever stared at a word so long 
it kind of fell apart? And you think, "Is that how that's spelled? Wait, is 
that even a real WORD?!" Except here it's "Is that what Mother looked like?"

Cynthia: Um... sure? Anyway, maybe that's enough of the memory project for 
today, 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, 
Mother!
=====================================================
Cynthia A

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*

Cynthia: Aw, come on, Morgan. Don't cry.

Morgan: B-but I know I must have loved you just as much as I loved Father. I 
bet we had a million memories together, and the thought of having lost 
them... I feel like I failed you. Like I... Like I... *sob*

Cynthia: Morgan...

Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry. I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-
my head! ...Wha--?!

Cynthia: What's wrong?!

Morgan: I... I remembered something! Just one tiny little memory, but...I 
remember! You were smiling at me...and you called my name... Ha ha! Yes! You 
looked a little bit older, but it was DEFINITELY you! Oh thank you, Mother. I 
never would have remembered without your help. And hey, this is great! If I 
can get one memory back, maybe I can get the rest! It may take time, but I 
won't stop trying until I remember everything about you.

Cynthia: Take all the time you need, dear. I'll help out however I can!

Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Mom.
=====================================================
Severa~ C

Morgan: Hmm... I wonder why I have no memory of my mother... All my memories 
of Father are so crisp and clear... I remember what an amazing tactician he 
was, all the time we studied together... But nothing at all about my mother. 
It's one big blank.

Severa: What are you up to, Morgan?

Morgan: Mother! That's amazing! I was just thinking about you! Is this fate?! 
This is totally fate! Family-style fate! ...Wait, no. How did Father put it? 
"We're not pawns of some scripted fate. It's the invisible ties we forge that 
bind us." So yeah, it's not fate. It's the whole invisible bond-link... 
thing!

Severa: Um, okay? Whatever.

Morgan: Yup! Even without my memories, there's an invisible thread that links 
us. Er, but that reminds me... I was just wondering how I could have possibly 
forgotten you, Mother. Do you think maybe you could help me get those 
memories back?

Severa: Sure, why not? I was totally bored any-

Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! I'll start preparing. Oh, I can't wait to get 
started!

Severa: Gawds, she's so energetic...
=====================================================
Severa B

Morgan: Mother? Do you have a moment?

Severa: I guess?

Morgan: Perfect! Then let's get started on Project Get Memories of Mom Back! 
Step one -- figure out how we're going to trigger some flashbacks. I've 
already tried banging my head against a post, but nothing. I mean, it made me 
dizzy and nauseated, but it didn't unearth any hidden memories. What do you 
think, Mother? Perhaps a stone wall would work better?

Severa: Let's just... hold off on the head smashing for now, all right? I 
dunno. What if you tried staring at me for a while? Maybe it'll trigger 
something.

Morgan: Argh, that's perfect! You're a genius! I must have seen your face a 
million times in the future. It's bound to bring SOMETHING back if I stare at 
it long enough. Okay, sorry to invade your personal space here, but... Here 
goes... ..... ....... ......... ............ Drats! It's not working. I don't 
remember a thing. It's like... Have you ever stared at a word so long it kind 
of fell apart? And you think, "Is that how that's spelled? Wait, is that even 
a real WORD?!" Except here it's "Is that what Mother looked like?"

Severa: Er, right. Perhaps that's enough of the memory project for one day?

Morgan: Sure... I'm still a little dizzy from banging the post earlier, to be 
honest... But this doesn't end here! I'm not giving up until I remember you, 
Mother!
=====================================================
Severa A

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*

Severa: Oh please. Stop crying.

Morgan: B-but I know I must have loved you just as much as I loved Father. I 
bet we had a million memories together, and the thought of having lost 
them... I feel like I failed you. Like I... Like I... *sob*

Severa: .....

Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry, I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-
my head! ...Wha -- ?!

Severa: What's wrong?!

Morgan: I... I remembered something! Just one tiny little memory, but... I 
remember! You were smiling at me... and you called my name... Ha ha! Yes! You 
looked a little bit older, but it was DEFINITELY you! Oh thank you, Mother. I 
never would have remembered without your help. And hey, this is great! If I 
can get one memory back, maybe I can get the rest! It may take time, but I 
won't stop trying until I remember everything about you.

Severa: And I suppose you want me to keep helping, right?

Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Mom.
=====================================================
Noire~ C

Morgan: Hmm... I wonder why I have no memory of my mother... All my memories 
of Father are so crisp and clear... I remember what an amazing tactician he 
was, all the time we studied together... But nothing at all about my mother. 
It's one big blank.

Noire: Eek! Morgan, what are you doing here?

Morgan: Mother! That's amazing! I was just thinking about you! Is this fate?! 
This is totally fate! Family-style fate! ...Wait, no. How did Father put it? 
"We're not pawns of some scripted fate. It's the invisible ties we forge that 
bind us." So yeah, it's not fate. It's the whole invisible bond-link... 
thing!

Noire: O-oh, really? That's great, dear.

Morgan: Yup! Even without my memories, there's an invisible thread that links 
us. Er, but that reminds me... I was just wondering how I could have possibly 
forgotten you, Mother. Do you think maybe you could help me get those 
memories back?

Noire: Oh! Un, yes, of course. I mean-

Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! I'll start preparing. Oh, I can't wait to get 
started!

Noire: Sh-she's so full of energy...
=====================================================
Noire B

Morgan: Mother? Do you have a moment?

Noire: Of course, Morgan.

Morgan: Perfect! Then let's get started on Project Get Memories of Mom Back! 
Step one -- figure out how we're going to trigger some flashbacks. I've 
already tried banging my head against a post, but nothing. I mean, it made me 
dizzy and nauseated, but it didn't unearth any hidden memories. What do you 
think, Mother? Perhaps a stone wall would work better?

Noire: You know, I'd put a stop to all the head smashing if I were you... 
Anyway, hmm... Nothing comes to mind. How about staring at me for a while?

Morgan: Argh, that's perfect! You're a genius! I must have seen your face a 
million times in the future. It's bound to bring SOMETHING back if I stare at 
it long enough. Okay, sorry to invade your personal space here, but... Here 
goes... ..... ....... ......... ............ Drats! It's not working. I don't 
remember a thing. It's like... Have you ever stared at a word so long it kind 
of fell apart? And you think, "Is that how that's spelled? Wait, is that even 
a real WORD?!" Except here it's "Is that what Mother looked like?"

Noire: Er, right. Maybe that's enough of the memory project for one day?

Morgan: Sure... I'm still a little dizzy from banging the post earlier, to be 
honest... But this doesn't end here! I'm not giving up until I remember you, 
Mother!
=====================================================
Noire A

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*

Noire: Come now, Morgan. No tears...

Morgan: B-but I know I must have loved you just as much as I loved Father. I 
bet we had a million memories together, and the thought of having lost 
them... I feel like I failed you. Like I... Like I... *sob*

Noire: Morgan...

Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry, I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-
my head! ...Wha -- ?!

Noire: Eek! Wh-what's wrong?!

Morgan: I... I remembered something! Just one tiny little memory, but... I 
remember! You were smiling at me... and you called my name... Ha ha! Yes! You 
looked a little bit older, but it was DEFINITELY you! Oh thank you, Mother. I 
never would have remembered without your help. And hey, this is great! If I 
can get one memory back, maybe I can get the rest! It may take time, but I 
won't stop trying until I remember everything about you.

Noire: Take all the time you need. I'll always be here for you, dear...

Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Mom.
=====================================================
Nah~ C

Morgan: Hmm... I wonder why I have no memory of my mother... All my memories 
of Father are so crisp and clear... I remember what an amazing tactician he 
was, all the time we studied together... But nothing at all about my mother. 
It's one big blank.

Nah: What are you up to, Morgan?

Morgan: Mother! That's amazing! I was just thinking about you! Is this fate?! 
This is totally fate! Family-style fate! ...Wait, no. How did Father put it? 
"We're not pawns of some scripted fate. It's the invisible ties we forge that 
bind us." So yeah, it's not fate. It's the whole invisible bond-link... 
thing!

Nah: Heh, is that so?

Morgan: Yup! Even without my memories, there's an invisible thread that links 
us. Er, but that reminds me... I was just wondering how I could have possibly 
forgotten you, Mother. Do you think maybe you could help me get those 
memories back?

Nah: 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!

Nah: Whew... She sure is energetic...
=====================================================
Nah B

Morgan: Mother? Do you have a moment?

Nah: Of course.

Morgan: Perfect! Then let's get started on Project Get Memories of Mom Back! 
Step one -- figure out how we're going to trigger some flashbacks. I've 
already tried banging my head against a post, but nothing. I mean, it made me 
dizzy and nauseated, but it didn't unearth any hidden memories. What do you 
think, Mother? Perhaps a stone wall would work better?

Nah: Let's just... hold off on the head smashing for now, okay? Perhaps you 
could try just staring at me for a bit? Maybe that'll trigger something.

Morgan: Argh, that's perfect! You're a genius! I must have seen your face a 
million times in the future. It's bound to bring SOMETHING back if I stare at 
it long enough. Okay, sorry to invade your personal space here, but... Here 
goes... ..... ....... ......... ............ Drats! It's not working. I don't 
remember a thing. It's like... Have you ever stared at a word so long it kind 
of fell apart? And you think, "Is that how that's spelled? Wait, is that even 
a real WORD?!" Except here it's "Is that what Mother looked like?"

Nah: Er, right. Maybe that's enough of the memory project for one day?

Morgan: Sure... I'm still a little dizzy from banging the post earlier, to be 
honest... But this doesn't end here! I'm not giving up until I remember you, 
Mother!
=====================================================
Nah A

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*

Nah: Come now, Morgan. Don't cry.

Morgan: B-but I know I must have loved you just as much as I loved Father. I 
bet we had a million memories together, and the thought of having lost 
them... I feel like I failed you. Like I... Like I... *sob*

Nah: Morgan...

Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry, I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-
my head! ...Wha -- ?!

Nah: What's wrong?!

Morgan: I... I remembered something! Just one tiny little memory, but... I 
remember! You were smiling at me... and you called my name... Ha ha! Yes! You 
looked a little bit older, but it was DEFINITELY you! Oh thank you, Mother. I 
never would have remembered without your help. And hey, this is great! If I 
can get one memory back, maybe I can get the rest! It may take time, but I 
won't stop trying until I remember everything about you.

Nah: Take all the time you need, dear. I'll always be here for you.

Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Mom.
=====================================================
Anna~ C

Morgan: Hmm... I wonder why I have no memory of my mother... All my memories 
of Father are so crisp and clear... I remember what an amazing tactician he 
was, all the time we studied together... But nothing at all about my mother. 
It's one big blank.

Anna: What are you up to, Morgan?

Morgan: Mother! That's amazing! I was just thinking about you! Is this fate?! 
This is totally fate! Family-style fate! ...Wait, no. How did Father put it? 
"We're not pawns of some scripted fate. It's the invisible ties we forge that 
bing us." So yeah, it's not fate. It's the whole invisible bond-link... 
thing!

Anna: Mm, I do like bonds. And stocks!

Morgan: Yup! Even without my memories, there's an invisible thread that link 
us.
Er, but that reminds me... I was just wondering how I could have possibly 
forgotten you, Mother. Do you think maybe you could help me get those 
memories back?

Anna: 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!

Anna: Well, she's certainly got energy to spare... 
=====================================================
Anna B

Morgan: Mother? Do you have a moment?

Anna: Yes, of course, dear. The shop's closed today.

Morgan: Perfect! Then let's get started on Project Get Memories of Mom Back!
Step one--- figure out how we're going to trigger some flashbacks. I've 
already tried banging my head against a post, but nothing. I mean, it made me 
dizzy and nauseated, but it didn't unearth any hidden memories. What do you 
think, Mother? Perhaps a stone wall would work better?

Anna: Let's just...hold off on the head smashing for now, shall we? Now let's 
see here... Hmm, I don't seem to have anything in stock that cures amnesia... 
Perhaps you could try just staring at me for a bit? You know, right into my 
eyes.

Morgan: Argh, that's perfect! You're a genius! I must have seen your face a 
million times in the future. It's bound to bring SOMETHING back if I stare at 
it long enough. Okay, sorry to invade your personal space here, but... Here 
goes... ......
......... ............ ............... Drats! It's not working. I don't 
remember a thing. It's like... Have you ever stared at a word so long it kind 
of fell apart? And you think, "Is that how that's spelled? Wait is that even 
a real WORD?!" Except here it's "Is that what Mother looked like?"

Anna: Er, right. Perhaps that's enough of the memory project for one day?

Morgan: Sure... I'm still a little dizzy from banging the post earlier, to be 
honest...
But this doesn't end here! I'm not giving up until I remember you, Mother!
=====================================================
Anna A

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*

Anna: Come now, Morgan. No tears.

Morgan: B-but I know I must have loved you just as much as I loved Father. I 
bet we had a million memories together, and the thought of having lost 
them... I feel like I failed you. Like I... Like I... *sob*

Anna: Morgan...

Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry. I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-
my head! ...What---?!

Anna: What's wrong?!

Morgan: I... I remembered something! Just one tiny little memory, but... I 
remember! You were smiling at me... and you called my name... Ha ha! Yes! You 
looked a little bit older, but it was DEFINITELY you! Oh thank you, Mother. I 
never would have remembered without your help. And hey, this is great! If I 
can get one memory back, maybe I can get the rest! It may take time, but I 
won't stop trying until I remember everything about you.

Anna: Take all the time you need, dear. I'm not going anywhere!

Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Mom.
=====================================================
Tiki~ C

Morgan: Hmm... I wonder why I have no memory of my mother... All my memories 
of Father are so crisp and clear... I remember what an amazing tactician he 
was, all the time we studied together... But nothing at all about my mother. 
It's one big blank.

Tiki: What are you up to, Morgan?

Morgan: Mother! That's amazing! I was just thinking about you! Is this fate?! 
This is totally fate! Family-style fate! ...Wait, no. How did Father put it? 
"We're not pawns of some scripted fate. It's the invisible ties we forge that 
bind us." So yeah, it's not fate. It's the whole invisible bond-link... 
thing!

Tiki: Is that so?

Morgan: Yup! Even without my memories, there's an invisible thread that links 
us. Er, but that reminds me... I was just wondering how I could have possibly 
forgotten you, Mother. Do you think maybe you could help me get those 
memories back?

Tiki: Sure, 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!

Tiki: Such an energetic child...
=====================================================
Tiki B

Morgan: Mother? Do you have a moment?

Tiki: For you? Of course.

Morgan: Perfect! Then let's get started on Project Get Memories of Mom Back! 
Step one -- figure out how we're going to trigger some flashbacks. I've 
already tried banging my head against a post, but nothing. I mean, it made me 
dizzy and nauseated, but it didn't unearth any hidden memories. What do you 
think, Mother? Perhaps a stone wall would work better?

Tiki: Let's put an end to the head smashing, shall we? No good will come of 
it. You know, faces from the past can sometimes trigger long-dormant 
emotions. Why not try staring at mine for a while?

Morgan: Argh, that's perfect! You're a genius! I must have seen your face a 
million times in the future. It's bound to bring SOMETHING back if I stare at 
it long enough. Okay, sorry to invade your personal space here, but... Here 
goes... ..... ....... ......... ............ Drats! It's not working. I don't 
remember a thing. It's like... Have you ever stared at a word so long it kind 
of fell apart? And you think, "Is that how that's spelled? Wait, is that even 
a real WORD?!" Except here it's "Is that what Mother looked like?"

Tiki: Er, right. Perhaps that's enough of the memory project for one day?

Morgan: Sure... I'm still a little dizzy from banging the post earlier, to be 
honest... But this doesn't end here! I'm not giving up until I remember you, 
Mother!
=====================================================
Tiki A

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*

Tiki: Come now, Morgan. Don't cry.

Morgan: B-but I know I must have loved you just as much as I loved Father. I 
bet we had a million memories together, and the thought of having lost 
them... I feel like I failed you. Like I... Like I... *sob*

Tiki: Morgan...

Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry, I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-
my head! ...Wha -- ?!

Tiki: What's wrong?!

Morgan: I... I remembered something! Just one tiny little memory, but... I 
remember! You were smiling at me... and you called my name... Ha ha! Yes! You 
looked a little bit older, but it was DEFINITELY you! Oh thank you, Mother. I 
never would have remembered without your help. And hey, this is great! If I 
can get one memory back, maybe I can get the rest! It may take time, but I 
won't stop trying until I remember everything about you.

Tiki: Take all the time you need. I'll always be here for you... You know 
that, right?

Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Mom.
=====================================================
Say'ri C

Morgan: Hmm... I wonder why I have no memory of my mother... All my memories 
of Father are so crisp and clear... I remember what an amazing tactician he 
was, all the time we studied together... But nothing at all about my mother. 
It's one big blank.

Say'ri: What are you doing here, Morgan?

Morgan: Mother! That's amazing! I was just thing about you! Is this fate?! 
This is totally fate! Family-style fate! ...Wait, no. How did Father put it? 
"We're not pawns of some scripted fate. It's the invisible ties we forge that 
bind us." So yeah, it's not fate. It's the whole invisible bond-link... 
thing!

Say'ri: 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, Mother. Do you think maybe you could help me get those 
memories back?

Say'ri: Aye, of course, dear. I'd be glad to. After all-

Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! I'll start preparing. Oh, I can't wait to get 
started!

Say'ri: She's certainly full of energy...
=====================================================
Say'ri B

Morgan: Mother? Do you have a moment?

Say'ri: Aye, of course.

Morgan: Perfect! Then let's get started on Project Get Memories of Mom Back!
Step one- figure out how we're going to trigger some flashbacks. I've already 
tried banging my head against a post, but nothing. I mean, it made me dizzy 
and nauseated, but it didn't unearth any hidden memories. What do you think, 
Mother? Perhaps a stone wall would work better?

Say'ri: Let's pull back on the head smashing for now, shall we? Perhaps you 
could try staring at me for a bit? Right into my eyes.

Morgan: Argh, that's perfect! You're a genius! I must have seen your face a 
million times in the future. It's bound to bring SOMETHING back if I stare at 
it long enough. Okay, sorry to invade your personal space here, but... Here 
goes... ...... ...... ...... ...... Drats! It's not working. I don't remember 
a thing. It's like... Have you ever stared at a word so long it kind of fell 
apart? And you think, "Is that how that's spelled? Wait, is that even a real 
WORD?!" Except here it's "Is that what Mother looked like?"

Say'ri: Right... Well, dear, perhaps that's enough of the memory project for 
one day?

Morgan: Sure... I'm still a little dizzy from banging the post earlier, to be 
honest...
But this doesn't end here! I'm not giving up until I remember you, Mother!
=====================================================
Say'ri A

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*

Say'ri: Come now, Morgan. No tears.

Morgan: B-but I know I must have loved you just as much as I loved Father.
I bet we had a million memories together, and the thought of having lost 
them...
I feel like I failed you. Like I... Like I... *sob*

Say'ri: Morgan...

Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry. I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-
my head! ...Wha-?!

Say'ri: What is it?!

Morgan: I... I remembered something! Just one tiny little memory, but... I 
remember! You were smiling at me... and you called my name... Ha ha! Yes! You 
looked a little bit older, but it was definitely you! Oh thank you, Mother. I 
never would have remembered without your help. And hey, this is great! If I 
can get one memory back, maybe I can get the rest! It may take time, but I 
won't stop trying until I remember everything about you.

Say'ri: Take all the time you need, dear. I'll always be here for you... You 
know that, right?

Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Mom.
=====================================================
Flavia~ C

Morgan: Hmm... I wonder why I have no memory of my mother... All my memories 
of Father are so crisp and clear... I remember what an amazing tactician he 
was, all the time we studied together... But nothing at all about my mother. 
It's one big blank.

Flavia: What are you up to, Morgan?

Morgan: Mother! That's amazing! I was just thinking about you! Is this fate?! 
This is totally fate! Family-style fate! ...Wait, no. How did Father put it? 
"We're not pawns of some scripted fate. It's the invisible ties we forge that 
bind us." So yeah, it's not fate. It's the whole invisible bond-link... 
thing!

Flavia: Heh, is that so?

Morgan: Yup! Even without my memories, there's an invisible thread that links 
us. Er, but that reminds me... I was just wondering how I could have possibly 
forgotten you, Mother. Do you think maybe you could help me get those 
memories back?

Flavia: Of course! Leave it to me! After all-

Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! I'll start preparing. Oh, I can't wait to get 
started!

Flavia: She's certainly got energy to spare...
=====================================================
Flavia B

Morgan: Mother? Do you have a moment?

Flavia: Of course, Morgan.

Morgan: Perfect! Then let's get started on Project Get Memories of Mom Back! 
Step one -- figure out how we're going to trigger some flashbacks. I've 
already tried banging my head against a post, but nothing. I mean, it made me 
dizzy and nauseated, but it didn't unearth any hidden memories. What do you 
think, Mother? Perhaps a stone wall would work better?

Flavia: I think all that head smashing is going to turn you into an oaf. Why 
don't you try staring at me for a while? Maybe it'll help trigger something.

Morgan: Argh, that's perfect! You're a genius! I must have seen your face a 
million times in the future. It's bound to bring SOMETHING back if I stare at 
it long enough. Okay, sorry to invade your personal space here, but... Here 
goes... ..... ....... ......... ............ Drats! It's not working. I don't 
remember a thing. It's like... Have you ever stared at a word so long it kind 
of fell apart? And you think, "Is that how that's spelled? Wait, is that even 
a real WORD?!" Except here it's "Is that what Mother looked like?"

Flavia: Er, right. Perhaps that's enough of the memory project for one day?

Morgan: Sure... I'm still a little dizzy from banging the post earlier, to be 
honest... But this doesn't end here! I'm not giving up until I remember you, 
Mother!
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Flavia A

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*

Flavia: Now, now, Morgan. Don't you start crying on me...

Morgan: B-but I know I must have loved you just as much as I loved Father. I 
bet we had a million memories together, and the thought of having lost 
them... I feel like I failed you. Like I... Like I... *sob*

Flavia: Morgan...

Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry, I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-
my head! ...Wha -- ?!

Flavia: What's wrong?!

Morgan: I... I remembered something! Just one tiny little memory, but... I 
remember! You were smiling at me... and you called my name... Ha ha! Yes! You 
looked a little bit older, but it was DEFINITELY you! Oh thank you, Mother. I 
never would have remembered without your help. And hey, this is great! If I 
can get one memory back, maybe I can get the rest! It may take time, but I 
won't stop trying until I remember everything about you.

Flavia: You're my daughter, Morgan- I have every confidence you can do this! 
And of course, I'll be there with you the whole way.

Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Mom.
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Emmeryn~ C

Morgan: Hmm... I wonder why I have no memory of my mother... All my memories 
of Father are so crisp and clear... I remember what an amazing tactician he 
was, all the time we studied together... But nothing at all about my mother. 
It's one big blank.

Emmeryn: ...M-Morgan?

Morgan: Mother! That's amazing! I was just thinking about you! Is this fate?! 
This is totally fate! Family-style fate! ...Wait, no. How did Father put it? 
"We're not pawns of some scripted fate. It's the invisible ties we forge that 
bind us." So yeah, it's not fate. It's the whole invisible bond-link... 
thing!

Emmeryn: I... see...

Morgan: Yup! Even without my memories, there's an invisible thread that links 
us. Er, but that reminds me... I was just wondering how I could have possibly 
forgotten you, Mother. Do you think maybe you could help me get those 
memories back?

Emmeryn: I'd be... happy to...

Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! I'll start preparing. Oh, I can't wait to get 
started!

Emmeryn: She's so... energetic...
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Emmeryn B

Morgan: Mother? Do you have a moment?

Emmeryn: Y-yes, of course...

Morgan: Perfect! Then let's get started on Project Get Memories of Mom Back! 
Step one -- figure out how we're going to trigger some flashbacks. I've 
already tried banging my head against a post, but nothing. I mean, it made me 
dizzy and nauseated, but it didn't unearth any hidden memories. What do you 
think, Mother? Perhaps a stone wall would work better?

Emmeryn: Maybe you... could stare at me?

Morgan: Argh, that's perfect! You're a genius! I must have seen your face a 
million times in the future. It's bound to bring SOMETHING back if I stare at 
it long enough. Okay, sorry to invade your personal space here, but... Here 
goes... ..... ....... ......... ............ Drats! It's not working. I don't 
remember a thing. It's like... Have you ever stared at a word so long it kind 
of fell apart? And you think, "Is that how that's spelled? Wait, is that even 
a real WORD?!" Except here it's "Is that what Mother looked like?"

Emmeryn: Maybe... you should take... a break... for today...

Morgan: Sure... I'm still a little dizzy from banging the post earlier, to be 
honest... But this doesn't end here! I'm not giving up until I remember you, 
Mother!
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Emmeryn A

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*

Emmeryn: Don't... cry...

Morgan: B-but I know I must have loved you just as much as I loved Father. I 
bet we had a million memories together, and the thought of having lost 
them... I feel like I failed you. Like I... Like I... *sob*

Emmeryn: Morgan...

Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry, I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-
my head! ...Wha -- ?!

Emmeryn: What's... wrong?!

Morgan: I... I remembered something! Just one tiny little memory, but... I 
remember! You were smiling at me... and you called my name... Ha ha! Yes! You 
looked a little bit older, but it was DEFINITELY you! Oh thank you, Mother. I 
never would have remembered without your help. And hey, this is great! If I 
can get one memory back, maybe I can get the rest! It may take time, but I 
won't stop trying until I remember everything about you.

Emmeryn: I'm so... happy...

Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Mom.
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Aversa~ C

Morgan: Hmm... I wonder why I have no memory of my mother... All of my 
memories of Father are so crisp and clear... I remember what an amazing 
tactician he was, all the time we studied together... But nothing at all 
about my mother. It's one big blank.

Aversa: What are you doing, squirt?

Morgan: Mother! That's amazing! I was just thinking about you! Is this fate?! 
This is totally fate! Family-style fate! ...Wait, no. How did Father put it? 
"We're not pawns of some scripted fate. It's the invisible ties we forge that 
bind us." So yeah, it's not fate. It's the whole invisible bond-link... thing

Aversa: Well, I suppose that's... something.

Morgan: Yup, even without my memories, there's an invisible thread that links 
us.
Er, but that reminds me... I was just wondering how I could have possibly 
forgotten you, Mother. Do you think maybe you could help me get those 
memories back?

Aversa: ...Oh, all right. If I must. After all-

Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! I'll start preparing. Oh, I can't wait to get 
started!

Aversa: Heh. She's certainly full of energy, I'll give her that...
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Aversa B

Morgan: Mother? Do you have a moment?

Aversa: I suppose.

Morgan: Perfect! Then let's get started on Project Get Memories of Mom Back!
Step one-Figure out how we're going trigger some flashbacks. I've already 
tried banging my head against a post, but nothing. I mean, it made me dizzy 
and nauseated, but it didn't unearth any hidden memories. What do you think, 
Mother? Perhaps a stone wall would work better?

Aversa: Let's just... hold off on the head smashing for now, shall we? I 
guess you could try just staring at me? ...It works for men, anyway.

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 world so long that it fell appart? And 
you think, "Is that how that's spelled? Wait, is this even the real WORD?!" 
Except here it's "Is that what Mother looked like?"

Aversa: 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, Mother.
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Aversa A

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*

Aversa: Come now, Morgan. Is this REALLY worth crying over?

Morgan: B-but I know I must have loved you just as much as I loved Father.
I bet we had a million memories together, and the though of having lost them.
I feel like I failed you, Like I... Like I... *sob*

Aversa: For the love of the gods, child, pull yourself together.

Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry. I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-
my head! ...Wha-?!

Aversa: What now?!

Morgan: I... I remembered something! Just one tiny little memory, but...I 
remember! You were smiling at me...and you called my name... Ha ha! Yes! You 
looked a little bit older, but it was DEFINITELY you! Oh thank you, Mother. I 
never would have remembered without your help. And hey, this is great! If I 
can get one memory back, maybeI can get the rest! It may take time, but I 
won't stop trying until I remember everything about you.

Aversa: Take all the time you need, Morgan. I'm not going anywhere...

Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Mom.
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Morgan's Lover Supports:

Caution: Some lover supports can lead to incest with help from Chrom's 
family. 

Male Morgan:

Lucina` C

Morgan: Ah, perfect! There you are!

Lucina: Hmm? What are you hiding behind your back, Morgan?

Morgan: Ta-dah! It's for you!

Lucina: Ah! What lovely flowers! Thank you. But what is the occasion?

Morgan: Kids were picking 'em in the village we just passed through. They 
gave some to me, so that's your cut.

Lucina: I don't think I've ever seen such vibrant colors...

Morgan: Wonderful, isn't it? Even in the throes of war, the flowers still 
bloom.
Just think what it will look like once the world is at peace! Fields awash in 
color!

Lucina: ...Heh.

Morgan: Hmm?

Lucina: I've not known anyone so optimistic in all my days. I'm a bit 
envious, really.

Morgan: Why? Is something on your mind? Some worry eating at you?

Lucina: Not a specific concern, so much as a grim memory that refuses me 
peace. ...I apologize. I have no place to complain when you've lost your 
entire memory. You must carry your own set of woes, do you not? Living in a 
strange time, without a firm grasp on who you are?

Morgan: Ehh, it's not as bad as you might think. True, it can leave you 
feeling a bit...untethered, maybe? Afloat? But that's just another word for 
free.. Ever experience is brand new! The smell of the air, the color of those 
flowers-it's all so fresh and intense!

Lucina: Hmm... I'll say it again: I envy you. I arrived in this era with a 
heart blackened by painful memories.

Morgan: But your father's alive in this time, isn't he?

Lucina: Yes, and I consider it a blessing that I've had the chance to see him 
again.
Morgan, I... If you'll excuse me.
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Lucina B

Morgan: Da da daaa doo dee dum... Perfect! I've got my melody nailed down.

Lucina: What are you doing, Morgan? What's all that humming about?

Morgan: You heard that, did you? So you recall the flowers I gave you? The 
ones from that village? Well, in return for the flowers, I sang the kids a 
song I'd written. They really seemed to enjoy it, so I thought maybe I'd try 
my hand at writing more. Perhaps I can sing for the camp if I get good 
enough!

Lucina: I'm sure they would welcome the distraction from fighting and 
marching and... fighting. I think it's a lovely idea.

Morgan: Yeah? Well, all right then! Guess I'd better get cracking!

Lucina: You really are always full of energy, aren't you? How do you manage 
to act so cheery all the time?

Morgan: It's not an act. I just do whatever comes naturally. And it's like I 
said before-when you can't remember anything, everything's brand new! There's 
so much out there to discover, I don't have time to get depressed!

Lucina: I'm certain I wouldn't be so happy were I in your situation. I think 
your sunny disposition must be some fundamental part of your nature. I think 
it's wonderful.

Morgan: Hmm... I couldn't say. But isn't being in this era a pretty good deal 
for you, too? All I've heard of our era are tales of death and starvation and 
a whole lot of bad stuff.

Lucina: It was a terrible place, yes. Which means all the more hangs in the 
balance of our success or failure. If we lose, this world will beocme the 
awful future we escaped. ...The very idea haunts my nights.

Morgan: Well, that won't do at all! A warrior needs her sleep! You're a 
brilliant fighter and leader, but you can't shine from inside a gloomy cloud.

Lucina: ...You're right, of course. I'm sorry, Morgan. I certainly don't want 
to spread my dark cloud over others.

Morgan: Think nothing of it. I'm always happy to help find a silver lining!
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Lucina A

Lucina: The future can be changed... It MUST be changed! I believe that with 
all that I am, and yet the nightmares persist. What I wouldn't give for some 
of Morgan's optimism...

Morgan: Did I hear my name?

Lucina: GAH?! M-Morgan! How long have you been there?!

Morgan: I just showed up, actually! It's time for dinner. We're all waiting 
for you.

Lucina: I'm not hungry.

Morgan: Uh-oh. Not feeling well? Maybe you should lie down.

Lucina: It's an ailment of the heart, I'm afraid.

Morgan: Did something happen? If you feel like sharing, I'm happy to listen.

Lucina: Morgan, do you... Do you truly believe the future can be changed? 
That we can overwrite our apocalyptic end with a happier one?

Morgan: Of course we can!

Lucina: How can you be so certain?

Morgan: Because my mother's that certain.

Lucina: Avatar...

Morgan: She's amazing, my mother... My life's dream is to follow in her 
footsteps, actually... Anyway, as long as she's on the problem, we're all in 
good hands. I don't know many things about this time or this world, but I 
know I have faith in Mom.

Lucina: I see... My own father, too, is fighting with all he has to win a 
better future. The ties between them are powerful indeed. Heh, so powerful 
I'm surprised they never "tied" the knot.

Morgan: Ha ha! There, you made a joke! ...A bit weak, but hey, it's a start!
So, feeling a bit better now?

Lucina: I am, actually. Thank you, Morgan.
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Lucina S

Lucina: Morgan, I... Might I have a word?

Morgan: Sure. Does this have to do with what we talked about last time?

Lucina: I suppose so. What you said has given me great comfort... I think 
I've seen the last of my nightmares.

Morgan: Lucina, that's fantastic! When you feel cheery, we ALL feel cheery!

Lucina: Morgan... There's something I'd like to say to you. ...Something 
important.

Morgan: Oh? ...What is it?

Lucina: I don't get nightmares now because... I'm too busy dreaming of you. 
And even when awake, I find you're in all my thoughts... I feel as if I never 
really knew what hope was before I met you.

Morgan: ...Wow. Lucina... I...

Lucina: Will you stay with me, Morgan? From now until the end of time?

Morgan: Sure, all right!

Lucina: "Sure, all right?" Th-that's not... Do you understand what I'm 
asking, Morgan?

Morgan: I think so. You're in love with me, right?

Lucina: Y-yes...

Morgan: And I'm in love with you! And we'll stick together, come what may. 
Right?

Lucina: W-wait. You're in love with ME? Why didn't you just say so?!
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Kjelle` C

Morgan: Is this another training day for you, Kjelle?

Kjelle: ...Every day is a training day.

Morgan: Man, that armor must weigh a ton! Can I help you carry anything?

Kjelle: To stay adaptable, I train with every kind of weapon and armor I can 
find.
Sometimes all at once. ...So believe me, I'm fine.

Morgan: I guess that explains why you're so much stronger than other girls! 
...Er, and guys. I'd barely be able to walk in all that!

Kjelle: This is nothing.

Morgan: Well, I think it's amazing! Hey, do you mind if I watch you go 
through your training routine?

Kjelle: Why?

Morgan: Honestly, I'm one of the weakest guys in camp. So if you've got any 
tips on bulking up, I want to know about 'em!

Kjelle: You're not going to get stronger relying on other people. Figure this 
out yourself, Morgan.

Morgan: No, wait! I'm not asking you to teach me or anything. I just want 
to... watch.

Kjelle: A knight's training isn't some puppet show. Now leave me be! 
(Kjelle leaves)

Morgan: B-but, I didn't mean to... Oh man, it didn't seem like so much to 
ask...
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Kjelle B

Morgan: Oh, here you are! I'm been looking for you everywhere!

Kjelle: What do you want? I'm just about to start my training.

Morgan: Perfect! I came to observe.

Kjelle: What a short memory you have. I already told you I don't want you 
watching me.

Morgan: No, I remember! ...Although I'd be the last person to brag about 
their memory. But this time I'm not just here to watch. I came to assist you!

Kjelle: ...Assist me?

Morgan: Yup! I'll fetch your weapons and armor and bring you water when 
you're thirsty. I've even brought a stack of towels for when things get 
sweaty! This is gonna be fun!

Kjelle: Huh?!

Morgan: If there's anything I'm leaving out, just let me know. I'm here for 
you!

Kjelle: Yes, but WHY are you here? Why do you care this much?

Morgan: Er, because I want to watch a master at work, of course. Then I can 
incorporate what I learn here into my own training regimen. I realize now it 
was selfish to expect you to divulge your secrets for free. So I figure I can 
pay you back by being a training lackey! ...Or whatever you call it.

Kjelle: It's called a squire. ...And I will admit, you are persistent, at the 
very least.

Morgan: I'm not too strong and I'm not too smart, but I'm as eager as they 
come!

Kjelle: All right. We can try it. Do not lag behind!

Morgan: Yay! Thanks, Kjelle!

Kjelle: ......

Morgan: Ooh, do we have time for one quick question before we get started?

Kjelle: Ugh, what is it now?

Morgan: You're super strong for such a pretty girl!

Kjelle: ...That's not a question.

Morgan: Yeah, I know. I'm getting to it. Anyway, are you just a mountain of 
muscle under that armor or what?

Kjelle: ...... The first thing my squire must do is stop talking. ...Forever, 
if possible. If you do not, I will show you my muscles by snapping your arms 
like twigs.

Morgan: Eep! I'll, uh... I'll just be quiet now. Eyes open, mouth closed! 
Won't hear another peep! No sir! Er, ma'am! Still as a church mouse, that's 
me!

Kjelle: Gods, I haven't even started and already I'm exhausted...
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Kjelle A

Morgan: I know you're right in the middle of things, but why don't we take a 
quick break?

Kjelle: *Pant* S-sure... Thanks for... your help today, Morgan. You've 
really... made things easier...

Morgan: Hey, I get to watch your routine up close. I'm the one who should be 
thanking you. You always... Er, Kjelle? You all right? You look pale.

Kjelle: *Huff, huff* F-fine... Just a... bit tired.

Morgan: Already? That's not like you. Are you sure you're feeling well? Now 
that I think of it, you seemed unsteady on your feet a few times today...

Kjelle: You're... imagining things... I'm fine.

Morgan: Actually, you're very, very pale. ...And your skin is clammy! We 
should get you medical attention. Do you need help walking?

Kjelle: *Wheeze* S-stop it... I said I'm f-fine... Haven't missed... a day's 
training yet... N-not about... to start today... Anyone weak enough... to let 
a fever stop them will... n-never become strong...

Morgan: Don't be so stubborn, Kjelle!

Kjelle: Nnnngh... J-just go. I don't...Don't want you to see me like this...

Morgan: Oh my gosh, you're delirious! Look, stay right where you are. I'll 
bring a healer, stat! Kjelle: Don't! I don't need  a... healer! I've got work 
to do here!

Morgan: You can't seriously intend to keep training in your condition.

Kjelle: And you can't seriously... think you can stop me... If you're my 
squire... then assist me... or get out... of my way! *wheeze*

Morgan: A squire cannot sit by and watch a knight die from scurvy...or 
whatever you have!

Kjelle: N-not... your decision...And it's the end for me, either way... If I 
stop pushing... others pass me... C-can't afford to... rest...

Morgan: ...Fine. But I'm going to watch you like a hawk! A tiny hawk, but 
still! A hawk!

Kjelle: Still planning to... get in my way?

Morgan: No, you train as hard as you like. But the minute I see you wobble, 
I'm dragging you to the infirmary. I'll hog-tie you if I have to! ...Er, or 
I'll try, at least.

Kjelle: M-Morgan...

Morgan: I know it's not a squire's place to mouth off, but I think--

Kjelle: It's fine. It's good... of you...You... keep watch...

Morgan: Yes sir! Er, ma'am!
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Kjelle S

Morgan: All right, time to catch another of Kjelle's training sessions. 
Though some days it's more self-flagellation than training... If it wasn't 
for me, she'd probably be dead by now. Hey, Kjelle! You here? Kjelle?

Kjelle: Morgan?! Wait, don't---

Morgan: Ah, there you-- WAAAAAAAAAH!

Kjelle: MORGAAAAAAAAAN!

Morgan: N-NAKED! I mean sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't know you were bathing!
I'll wait out here, I'm sorry! So sorry! Oh gods, please don't kill me!

Morgan: ...So, um, right. Yes. ...Sorry.

Kjelle: It's my own fault. I should of heard you coming.

Morgan: Well, hey, I... I don't think you have anything to be ashamed of!

Kjelle: ...What's that supposed to mean?

Morgan: Er, I just mean... You're so beautiful! Even more than I'd imagined!

Kjelle: ...You've imagined it?

Morgan: Ha ha! No! Of course not! Never! ...Maybe once. ...Twice. ...Okay, 
all the time! Oh gods, please don't hurt me. I always thought you'd look like 
a big side of beef, but you don't! You're so... um... Actually, I think I'll 
just stop talking now.

Kjelle: Morgan? Some advice for the future... Never tell a girl you thought 
she'd look like a side of beef.

Morgan: R-right! Yeah, I mean, it was just so... Um, are we starting already? 
Why are you getting out the weapons? And why are you pointing them at me?! It 
was a compliment!

Kjelle: ...Was it now?

Morgan: Aieeeeee! Somebody help--muh?

Kjelle: I should probably kill you right now, but oddly enough, I'm not mad. 
Heh, Though normally you've got to buy the cow before you get a show like 
that.

Morgan: Th-then sell me the cow! That's a deal only a fool would pass up!

Kjelle: ...Gods, you are really bad at this.

Morgan: N-no! That's not what I...Er, but that doesn't mean I don't want 
to... It's not as beefy as I thought, but I think it's still a very nice cow! 
The best cow! Gah, you're right! I am terrible at this! Look, Kjelle! I 
really, really like you!

Kjelle: ...I know. You're awful with words, but I could always read you 
clearly enough.

Morgan: Er, so if you know and you haven't killed me yet, does that mean...?

Kjelle: We can try it. But you have to bulk up those scrawny arms of yours. 
If you can commit to my rigid training regimen, you can commit to me. Just 
know this: if I catch you slacking even once, I'm outta here!

Morgan: Yes, sir! Uh, ma'am! If I've learned anything from watching you, it's 
perseverance! I'll keep working with you till I'm as big and beefy as-- Er, I 
mean... You know what? I'll shut up now.
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Cynthia` C

Cynthia: I am Cynthia, Vanquisher of Evil! My sword has judged you and found 
you wanting! ...Heh. Nice. I'm totally using that next time out.

Morgan: You seem as chipper as ever, Cynthia. I feel energized just watching 
you.

Cynthia: Hey, if i've got anything to offer, it's pep! Belting out 
catchphrases and awesome hero speeches always gets me going.

Morgan: So that's your secret, is it?

Cynthia: Yup! If you're ever feeling worn down, I can't recommend it highly 
enough. Hey! You should try it right now!

Morgan: All right, maybe I will! Let's see... I am Morgan, the, um, 
unwavering light that makes bad guys... really sad!

Cynthia: ...Well?

Morgan: Hey, that does feel good! I bet with a little bit of practice, I 
could really get used to this!

Cynthia: Oh, yay! It's always great to find someone who appreciates the art 
of heroism.

Morgan: Heh, it does seem like we're something of a matched pair.

Cynthia: And that means it's up to us to keep the speeches coming till 
everyone is energized!

Morgan: Look out, world! I'm gonna shout at you until I'm hoarse!
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Cynthia B

Cynthia: Hrmmm...

Morgan: Mmm? Cynthia?

Cynthia: Do they really...? but that would mean...

Morgan: Is everything all right?

Cynthia: Oh. Hi, Morgan.

Morgan: I don't think I've ever seen you this drained. Is something on your 
mind?

Cynthia: No, I'm... Well, yes, actually. Lately, it seems like the others 
have all been... staring at me.

Morgan: Er, you mean more than usual or... what?

Cynthia: Well, I'm used to them watching, but not... you know... staring. 
It's been happening when I give heroic pep talks. People always look, but...

Morgan: ...But?

Cynthia: But whenever I do it lately, people just stare. A lot. And hard. 
It's like they're boring into my soul with twin javelins of shame and regret.

Morgan: Oh, that's just your imagination, I'm sure.

Cynthia: No it's not. They pity me, Morgan! They're all embarrassed for me! 
And sonow that's all I can think about. I can't even fight anymore! 
Seruiously, I almost got stabbed by a blind codger on a horse the other 
day...

Morgan: Then I propose a little experiment.

Cynthia: Oh?

Morgan: If your heroic boldness is too much for them, why not try acting 
meek? In our next battle, take the field as a quiet, demure Cynthia. Then 
watch their reactions and draw conclusions from the experience.

Cynthia: Yeah, but... what will that tell me?

Morgan: If they're fed up with how rambunctious you are, they'll be glad you 
quieted down. But if they like your usual peppy self, they'll clearly be 
worried about you.

Cynthia: Geez. I'm not sure I even know how to act demure.

Morgan: Just think about your mother. Try to act as she would.

Cynthia: All right. I'll give it a try!

Morgan: Wonderful! We'll have your answer in no time, I guarantee it!
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Cynthia A

Morgan: Hey, Cynthia.

Cynthia: ...Morgan.

Morgan: So? How goes it? have you astered acting meek and demure yet?

Cynthia: ...Yes. ...... ...I have.

Morgan: Er, right. You know, I'm not sure that's actually how demure works. 
Maybe you just need a little more time? Yes, I'm sure that's it!

Cynthia: ...No. That isn't... ....... ...Necessary.

Morgan: I can actually feel myself growing old waiting for you to finish a 
sentence. I'm starting to think this was a bad idea.

Cynthia: What? No way! I practiced really hard! Look, I'll even sshow you my 
demure face! Mmmmmrrrrgggghhh...

Morgan: ...Please stop that. Er, all this aside, though, how have the others 
reacted to this new you?

Cynthia: Aw, it was really sweet! They were all very concerned. They kept 
coming up and asking me what was wrong.

Morgan: Oh?

Cynthia: Oh yeah! People were all running up and shouting at me and stuff! 
"What is wrong with you, Cynthia?! You look upset, Cynthia! Why do you keep 
making that horrible face, Cynthia?" So if what you said is true, that means 
they all miss the old perky me, right?

Morgan: Er... R-right! I'm sure that's what they meant. They all want you to 
be yourself. youre happy, energetic... very loud self.

Cynthia: Yay! It's such a relief to know for sure! Oof, all that worrying had 
my stomach in knots. But now that it's over, I'm hungry! You wanna grab 
sommething to eat? I think they have pottage today!

Morgan: Sure. It must be hard to be energetic on an empty stomach, after all.

Cynthia: I know, right? Come on, let's go!

Morgan: ...Yeesh. Between the pauses and that face, it's no wonder people 
thought her ill. I doubt it had anything to do with her missing pep and 
verve. ... Not that I could tell her that without breaking her heart, 
though.... Ah, well. At least she's smiling again!
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Cynthia S

Cynthia: Morgaaan!

Morgan: Um, hi?

Cynthia: You're not... hiding anything from me, are you?

Morgan: Wh-what makes you say that?

Cynthia: Oh, please. It's written all over your face!

Morgan: I really have no idea what you--

Cynthia: The REAL reason everyone was worried when I was acting demure-- out 
with it!

Morgan: ...Ah. That.

Cynthia: I knew it! You knew I was wrong, and you just let me believe it! You 
said everyone's concern about me meant they missed the old me! You lied to 
me!

Morgan: It wasn't a lie! It was a... I mean, I... Wait, how did you come to 
the conclusion that the others didn't miss the old you?

Cynthia: Someone asked if I was feeling better, and I said yep, and then they 
said... "Good. The funny talking had us worried it was permanent brain 
damage. You've always been crazy, but this time we worrieed you'd finally 
snapped."
This is your fault, Morgan! I made an even bigger fool of myself than before!

Morgan: I'm sorry, Cynthia. Really I am. I didn't mean to lie.

Cynthia: Then why did you?

Morgan: Because I missed the old you! The crazy girl with all the speeches 
and moves! So others may not get it. So what?! They were still concerned for 
you. But me? I just missed you. You, Cynthia! I think you're awesome!

Cynthia: Morgan...

Morgan: I love your energy, Cynthia! I love your heroic nature! I... I love 
YOU!

Cynthia: ...You what?

Morgan: I only realized it once you were gone. Er, once you went demure, I 
mean. But once it happened, I didn't know how to tell you without hurting 
you. And then, when you changed back, I didn't want to change your mind about 
why. So I didn't. I was a coward and I just... hoped everything would work 
out.

Cynthia: ...I forgive you.

Morgan: Really?

Cynthia: Yes. ...Because it led me to someone who really loves me for who I 
am. I hope you know what you're getting into. I can be kinda loud sometimes.

Morgan: Heh... I kinda notcied. But I'd have it no other way! *Ahem* By the 
mighty sword of Morgan, I shall love you forever!

Cynthia: Hey, that was actually pretty good!
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Severa` C

Morgan: Ah! There you are, Severa!

Severa: *Sigh* Yes, Morgan?

Morgan: What are you up to?

Severa: I was trying to enjoy a moment of peace and solitude. And you've just 
ruined it. Thanks.

Morgan: Ouch! You don't mince words, do you? But hey, if you're not peaceful 
anymore, does that mean you're free?

Severa: ...Wow. Someone's pushing their luck.

Morgan: Ha! I know. Glass half full--that's me! Anyway, everyone's making 
dinner in the mess tent. Why don't you come join us?

Severa: If everyone is there, you won't miss me.

Morgan: Aww, don't be like that! ... Unless you can't cook.

Severa: I can cook well enough, thank you.

Morgan: Then come on! I'd love a chance to sample you cooking.

Severa: Maybe I don't want to cook for you! Ever think of that?

Morgan: Look, it doesn't even have to be good. All I ask is that it's edible.

Severa: Oh my gosh, you are so rude!

Morgan: I'm not trying to be! I'm just curious about what you eat.

Severa: RUDE! I eat what everyone else eats!

Morgan: S-sorry, I didn't mean...

Severa: Fine! If I cook you something, will that shut you up?

Morgan: Oh, absolutely!

Severa: ...Then I'll whip up something amazing, and you never get to question 
me again!

Morgan: Ooh! I can't wait!
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Severa B

Severa: Ah, there you are. Come here, Morgan.

Morgan: Mmm? Did you need me for something?

Severa: You said you wanted to taste my cooking, right? Well, now's your 
chance. I just finished making something.

Morgan: You did? Just for me? Gosh, I'm flattered!

Severa: Not for you! I was just bored. I decided to cook on a lark. ...Here. 
Try this stew.

Morgan: Whoa, it looks amazing. Pretty, too! The red tomato base is balanced 
by the green beans and the orange carrots.

Severa: Less talking, more chewing!

Morgan: Ah, right... mmm... Wow, it's delicious! But...

Severa: ...But?!

Morgan: I feel like it's missing something.

Severa: What? Did I leave out a spice?

Morgan: No, it's not that... It's missing... Hmm, what is it missing? I can't 
quite put a finger on it.

Severa: Are you sure you even know what you're talking about?

Morgan: Er, I guess not? But it really was good! I mean it! I know it sounds 
like I'm nitpicking, but that really wasn't my intent.

Severa: You can't just tell someone their amazing stew is missing something 
and not say what!

Morgan: ...I wish I knew.

Severa: Argh! You are so frustrating me right now!

Morgan: I know, I'm sorry! ...Maybe it's fine. I could just be feeling weird. 
Regardless, I'm impressed. I didn't think you'd be much of a cook. I mean, 
you seem like more of the spoiled-princess type, you know? But a hearty stew 
full of fish and veggies feels like classic home cooking.

Severa: Th-that's enough commentary!

Morgan: But the fact that you didn't contradict me means you agree, right?

Severa: Shut it! Just finish your stew and get out of here!

Morgan: Okay, I'm leaving right now! I promise! ..... Um, but can I get 
seconds for the road? I'm really hungry.

Severa: Whatever! Just, out! Now!
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Severa A

Morgan: Er, h-hello, Severa...

Severa: What? What is it? Why are you cowering or whatever?

Morgan: Oh, just... Well, after the other day, I thought you were... a little 
upset?

Severa: Upset? Me? Oh no! Noooooo, sir. ...Nope. I mean, if you say my stew 
was missing something, then it was.

Morgan: Um, that sounds really sarcastic.

Severa: Oh, you don't say?

Morgan: Er, yeah. So does that, actually. Anyway, um, I don't know if you 
care, but I think I know what the stew needed. It tasted like you were going 
through the motions of cooking instead of... cooking.

Severa: ...That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard, Morgan!

Morgan: No really, hear me out. When cooking for someone, your feeling for 
them naturally flow into the food! Cooking isn't just about following a 
recipe. It's a form of expression! Anyway, that's what was missing from the 
stew, I think. It was emotion.

Severa: Well, gee. I'm sorry that your stew lacked emotional gravitas!

Morgan: You know, if you ever want to cook with feeling, I'd love to try it 
out.

Severa: Oh yeah? Any old feelings? ...Or how about my feelings for you?

Morgan: Er... I'm not sure quite what you mean.

Severa: What about feelings of annoyance and outrage at having my cooking 
insulted? Or perhaps my incredulity at your having the gall to then eat it 
all afterward? What sort of flavors do you think THOSE might add? Huh, Mr. 
Master Chef?!

Morgan: Eep! S-sorry! I'm sorry! Please don't make me eat all that!

Severa: Ah ha ha ha!

Morgan: Noooooooo!

Severa: Oh, stop it. I'm not actually going to poison you.

Morgan: Yeah, but I can imagine you "accidentally" using way too much chili 
powder.

Severa: Hah! Now THAT is a great idea!

Morgan: ...Oh gods. What have I done?
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Severa S

Morgan: Hey, Severa. Can I come in?

Severa: So, you decided to show.

Morgan: You said you were cooking again, right? I wouldn't miss that for the 
world! ...Even if it means death by chili powder.

Severa: Well, of course I was going to cook again. I couldn't let that 
insulting review of yours stand as the final word! The missing ingredient's 
have been pinpointed, and there's nothing left to get in my way. It's time 
for a grudge match: my food versus your belly!

Morgan: Um, I did say the food was tasty last time, didn't I?

Severa: Oh, right. Like I believed THAT. There's no easy outs, Morgan! Now, 
eat!

Morgan: This looks like the same stew you made before.

Severa: Yes. Let's hear whether anything is missing this time!

Morgan: All right. Here goes... *Sluuuurp* Mmm...

Severa: ...Well?

Morgan: ..... Delicious! It's absolutely fantastic! Even better than before! 
I can really feel the emotion you put in it. It's warming my belly AND my 
heart!

Severa: ...Good.

Morgan: So what were you thinking about while you made this, huh? Puppies? 
Kittens? Rain falling gently on the tent flap at night?

Severa: Why do you want to know?!

Morgan: Because the recipe, ingredients, and chef are the same, but the taste 
is different! I'd like to know what sort of feeling could make a dish that 
much better.

Severa: None of your business!

Morgan: What? Why not? Please?

Severa: No! Absolutely not!

Morgan: *Sigh* ...All right, have it your way. Man, I wish I could eat food 
this tasty every day for the rest of my life.

Severa: What?!

Morgan: ...Er, sorry. Did that sound weird?

Severa: I-it sounded like... Like you were implying I should be your wife...

Morgan: Did it? Ha ha! Yeah, no wonder you flipped out there. Although I'd be 
jealous of any guy who married you and got to eat like this.

Severa: ...I don't know. I'd be shy one ingredient if I tried to make it for 
anyone but you.

Morgan: Carrots?

Severa: Ugh, seriously? Gods, Morgan, you are so thick sometimes!

Morgan: Er, celery? Bay leaf? Vegetable stock? Beef broth? Foie gras? 
Abalone? Come on, help me out here!

Severa: Argh! Just forget it! You can ponder it over homemade stew every 
night for the rest of your life...

Morgan: You'll cook for me again? Fantastic! Aw, thanks a million, Severa! 
But wait, every night? That'd be like we were...

Severa: If you're done, you can wash your bowl. And scrub the pots while 
you're at it, too!

Morgan: Wait, wait, wait! You don't... Did you mean... Are we?! Severa? 
...Hey, Severa! Where you going, Severa? ...What just happened here...?
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Noire` C

Noire: Aah! Aiiieee! N-no, stop! STOP! STAY AWAY!

Morgan: What?! ...That's Noire! Noire, hold on!

Noire: Morgan, hurry! Heeeelp!

Morgan: What's wrong?! Are we under attack?! Are you all right?! And, uh... 
Why are you squirming around like that?

Noire: Buh... B-b-b-buh...

Morgan: ...Buh?

Noire: BUG! BACK! BUG ON MY BACK!

Morgan: Hmm? Oh, will you look at that! It's a little red guy with black 
spots.

Noire: J-just get it off me!

Morgan: Aaaand... got it! Aww, up close it's so adorable!

Noire: Augh, stop! Go! Get it out of here! It's crawling all over your hand!

Morgan: All right, all right, it's outside now. Geez, Noire. I didn't think 
anyone could be scared of a little ol' ladybug.

Noire: It doesn't scare you? It was ON you!

Morgan: Oh, I don't mind. I love bugs!

Noire: ...All bugs?

Morgan: Hmm, I suppose there are probably some exceptions. Roaches and other 
creepy-crawlies that scuttle about in the dark are a bit gross. ... And giant 
fire-breathing scorpions aren't fun to be around.

Noire: Even the tiniest bugs terrify me... Pathetic, isn't it? We're trying 
to win a war, and I can't even face down a bug.

Morgan: I wouldn't call it pathetic, but I guess it's better not to be scared 
if you can help it.

Noire: I know, right? Morgan, If I... If I asked you to help me get over my 
fear, would you do it?

Morgan: You mean your bug phobia? Sure, why not? I'll go collect up a bunch 
of my favorites and show them to you. Once you've seen a whole mess of 'em, 
you'll be used to it. Problem solved!
(Morgan leaves)

Noire: M-maybe not... too many of them... Er, Morgan? Wait, Morgan, I... 
Hello?=====================================================
Noire B

Morgan:Oh, Noire!

Noire: Mmm? Hello, Morgan... Wh-what's in the big cage?

Morgan: It's for you. Come here and take a nice, close look...

Noire: Hmm? Why, what's in-- ...Hurrk!

Morgan: Noire? Noire, answer me! ...Oh no, you're frothing from the mouth! 
Gotta elevate your head...

Noire: ... Nguh?! M-Morgan?! Wh-what happened? How long was I out?

Morgan: A few minutes. You took one look at the insects I brought you and 
passed out.

Noire: Insects...? Augh, the insects! I remember now! *shudder* W-wait. You 
brought them for me?

Morgan: That was the plan, right? You wanted help getting used to the sight 
of them? I guess I set the bar a little high for our first attempt.

Noire: I was expecting... I don't know, butterflies or something. Definitely 
not those black horned monstrosities!

Morgan: Aren't they awesome?! I've got beetles with horns, other guys with 
pincers... Anybody who was ever a little boy knows these are the best bugs 
ever! So... Did you want another look?

Noire: NO! No, that... won't be necessary, thank you.

Morgan: No? These are some prime specimens. I'm pretty proud of 'em, but...

Noire: I'm sorry, Morgan. I know you went to a lot of effort to catch these 
for me. But I don't know if I can get used to something I can't even look at.

Morgan: No, no, I'm the one who should apologize. I think my selections were 
a bit off, given the audience. I should've started smaller. I'll come back 
once I've tracked down some cuter critters.

Noire: Um, thank you?

Morgan: Sure thing! I'll get started right away! But, hmm... Cute insects... 
Maybe start with butterflies and go from there? Just have to make sure I 
don't accidentally grab an Ylissean screeching moth! Ha ha!
(Morgan leaves)

Noire: Screeching... moth? They screech?! Wait a minute, why would a moth 
ever need to screech?!
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Noire A

Morgan: Hey, Noire.

Noire: Oh, hello, Morg--Wait. Why do you have a cage? ...What's in the cage, 
Morgan?!

Morgan: Only the cutest of the most nonthreatening of bugs! ...Promise!

Noire: And... How many of them? Hopefully not dozens like you brought last 
time...

Morgan: Nope, I learned my lesson. I think there are maybe four or something? 
Didn't want you going all frothy and unconscious on me again. Anyway... Here 
you go!

Noire: ...... Ah! They glow!

Morgan: Yeah! The males of that species flash in the dark to attract mates.

Noire: It's beautiful... I've never seen anything like it.

Morgan: Good! I'd hoped you'd be all right with something like this.

Noire: Oh my gosh... I could watch these little guys for hours!

Morgan: That's great! Mission accomplished!

Morgan: ...Muh? What's that?

Noire: ...That buzzing. What's making that sound?

Morgan: Probably--and don't panic--but probably a gnat or fly or some tiny 
thing.

Noire: It's very... Very, very, very, very, very, very...

Morgan: Hmm?

Noire: Very, very IRRITATING! INSOLENT CREATURE! YOU PUNY GALLING FOOL OF AN 
INSECT! YOU DARE INVITE MY WRATH?!

Morgan: Er... Noire?!

Noire: Show yourself! Where is this hateful beast with the hubris to vex my 
ears?!

Morgan: It's, uh... Ooh, there!

Noire: NOW FACE YOUR IMPLACABLE FATE!

Morgan: Ack! Good gods, watch out!

Noire: ...Ahhhhh. ...Huh? What did... Oh, YEARGH! Eeeeeeeeeew! What have I 
dooooooooooone?!

Morgan: Ah ha ha ha ha! That was amazing! You just snatched it from the air 
and crushed it with your bare hand! I'd say that proves you've gotten over 
your bug troubles, Noire.

Noire: No, I... I wasn't even thinking! My hand just shot out!

Morgan: That proves your instinctive fear is gone!

Noire: It... does?

Morgan: Absolutely! Looks like you've got an iron constitution now when it 
comes to bugs.

Noire: I... I do? M-maybe you're right, I... I do feel stronger!

Morgan: Just keep acclimitizing yourself bit by bit, and you'll have no 
trouble at all. Don't even think about it. Just take it one encounter at a 
time!

Noire: Oh, thank you, Morgan!
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Noire S

Noire: Eeeeek, I take it back! I can't do it!

Morgan: S-sorry! Okay, taking it away now! I guess it's still a little early 
for the big guys, huh?

Noire: I'm sorry... I'm hopeless, I know. I haven't cured my insect phobia at 
all.

Morgan: ...Maybe you should view this as one facet of a bigger process. It'd 
be great if you could easily grow less scared in general, and not just by 
bugs. So, um, yeah. Maybe you really don't have to stop disliking bugs at 
all. ...You know? ......

Noire: Are you all right, Morgan? You seem quiet today.

Morgan: N-no, I'm fine!

Noire: Are you sure? Even your encouragement has an oddly defeatist 
undertone.

Morgan: Does it? I'm sorry. I guess I just... Noire, let's stop doing this.

Noire: ...So you think it's hopeless, too?

Morgan: What? No, that's not what I meant.

Noire: Please, Morgan. If you think I'm a lost cause, feel free to say so. 
I've already accepted that about myself for years now...

Morgan: But that's not true! You are not a lost cause!

Noire: ...Really?

Morgan: I just... I don't want you to change! You're perfect. Even your fear 
of bugs is... Well, it's adorable. Plus this way I get to feel like you have 
a use for me!

Noire: What?! Th-then you... You're... I mean...

Morgan: I'm head over heels for you! If I had one wish, it'd be to stay with 
you forever. To keep you safe from everything that scares you... I want to be 
the one you shout for when you need help, Noire!

Noire: Morgan, I... Thank you. I'm flattered. And really, really happy...

Morgan: Then does that mean...?

Noire: How could I not love you, after all the times you've given me courage 
and support? Look, I don't want you to feel like you have to guard me from 
the world. But I hope you'll continue to help me grow into a better, braver 
woman.

Morgan: I'll be your one-man cheering section! But, um.... If you still want 
to shriek when you see a bug, it really is cute!

Noire: E-enough talk about bugs! You'll ruin the moment!
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Nah` C

Morgan: Hmm? Hey, that's Nah... Why is she all hunched over...?

Nah: ....

Morgan: Nah! Are you all right?

Nah: Um, yes? Should I not be?

Morgan: You were hunched over! Are you sick?

Nah: ...No, I was praying.

Morgan: Praying?

Nah: Yeah. Like this. You close your eyes, see? ...Well, keep yours open to 
watch. "Great and wise Naga, heed my prayer!" ....And then you offer up your 
prayer. Naga is an incredibly important deity to the manaketes. If you pray 
to her, she'll guide you to happiness.

Morgan: Wow, sounds impressive! She must be awfully busy.

Nah: Yes! But she still takes time to speak to my kind every so often.

Morgan: Really? That's amazing!

Nah: She spoke to me just now, actually.

Morgan: Wow! What did she say?

Nah: "Kids your age shouldn't stay up so late."

Morgan: Ha ha! Your god is a real mother hen! So, um, can I ask what you were 
praying for?

Nah: I wished for happiness and peace in the world.

Morgan: And did she respond?

Nah: No. She never does when I ask for that.

Morgan: Hmm, I see.... Maybe that's her way of saying we shouldn't rely on 
divine intervention. We need to build happiness and peace with our own hands!

Nah: Hmm... Maybe so. That's certainly a very Morgan-like interpretation. 
You're always so gung ho and optimistic.

Morgan: Better to have more hope than less, I always say!

Nah: No arguments there!
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Nah B

Nah: O great and wise Naga...

Morgan: Oh hey, it's Nah...

Nah: ....

Morgan: She's hard at prayer again today.

Nah: ..... ..... That should do it. Oh! Hello, Morgan.

Morgan: Hey there. Any responses from Naga today?

Nah: Yes, but not exactly the revelation I was hoping for. She asked me for 
more offerings!

Morgan: Oh! Hey, what do you offer a jealous god, anyway? Fatted calves and 
such?

Nah: Naga is not a jealous god! ...And I was told to bring a flower.

Morgan: Oh? Any particular kind?

Nah: Naga's bell. It blooms once every 200 years, and only beneath a full 
moon. ...That's what the legends say, at least. I've never seen one for 
myself. They only grow in remote, craggy terrain far removed from human 
settlement.

Morgan: Wow. That's a pretty tall order. Very specific, too.

Nah: It's supposed to near impossible to find. I'm afraid Naga's given me a 
doozy this time... But you can't exactly ignore a direct request from a 
deity, right?

Morgan: Say, do you want help looking for it?

Nah: That would be great, Morgan. But at the moment... I don't even know 
where to start looking. Give a little time to come up with an idea, all 
right?

Morgan: Hey, yeah! And I'll find some dusty old tomes to read. ...Just in 
case.
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Nah A

Morgan: Hey, Nah! I was looking for you.

Nah: Er, sorry, Morgan. I stopped to pray a while ago, and Naga told to not 
move from this spot.

Morgan: Hmm. Interesting. ...Maybe it was because she was THIS coming!

Nah: Huh?

Morgan: Ta-dah!

Nah: Oh my gosh! That's the Naga's bell I was ordered to find as an offering!

Morgan: Ding ding ding! Correct! You win a meat pie! ...Oh, and the flower. 
Here.

Nah: Morgan, where....? How did you...?! I... I'm absolutely stunned! How did 
you know where to find one? They're legendarily impossible to find. And even 
then, they're supposed to grow only along high crags and cliffs!

Morgan: I guess I just got lucky. I found it entirely by accident, really. 
Just walking down the road, minding my own business, and there it was! I 
plucked it up on the off chance this was your flower, and what do you know? I 
guess sometimes they take pity on us and sprout up right under our noses!

Nah: ...Do they?

Morgan: Yup! Pretty fortunate thing, huh? Maybe Naga sent us a bit of good 
luck.

Nah: Well, thank you for doing this, Morgan. I'm sure she'll be pleased. I 
know I am!

Morgan: Well, if you're happy, I'm happy! Let's hope Naga will decide to 
grant that prayer of yours now!

Nah: I'm sure the message will get through with this!

Morgan: ...Anyway, I should get back to work. So long, Nah!

Nah: Good-bye, and thanks again!
(Morgan leaves)
Nah: Oh Morgan, you generous fool. Don't think I didn't notice those cuts and 
bruises....
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Nah S

Nah: Morgan!

Morgan: Heya, Nah! Still chattin' up the big lady upstairs?

Nah: No. I got what I was asking for.

Morgan: Oh! Well, congratulations! That's wonderful! Er, wait. You were 
asking for world peace and happiness, weren't you? ...Did I miss something? 
'Cause I'm pretty sure the bad guys are still trying to kill us.

Nah: .... Oh no, I meant my other request.

Morgan: You had a second wish? What was it?

Nah: ...For the person I love to love me back. But now there's no need to ask 
Naga, because he cared for me all along.

Morgan: Oh, that's... That's great, Nah. But, hey I don't think I can... Er, 
it would be rude to pry any further.

Nah: No! I want you to hear this! I... I'm in love with you, Morgan!

Morgan: ..... What?!

Nah: When I saw you, how you'd risked your life to find the Naga's bell for 
me, I... I was overjoyed to know you cared! Even Naga is happy! ...She told 
me the flower was delicious.

Morgan: Really? That's great news! And I'm really, really happy to hear you 
saying all this to me, Nah. ...Still feels a little ticklish coming out and 
saying I love you, though.

Nah: But you've said it through so much more then just words, Morgan. When 
you handed me that flower, I could feel it rushing through me like wave!

Morgan: Good... I'm glad. B-but word are still important, too, so lemme try 
those too: I love you, Nah!

Nah: I love you, too!

Morgan: ...Yeah, that's gonna take a while to get used to. But it feels good! 
So, um, did Naga have anything to say about all this?

Nah: Hold on, I'll ask. ..... She said to get a room.

Morgan: Ha! I'd say that counts as giving us her blessing!

Nah: I would say so!
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Female Morgan:

Owain` C

Owain: *Huff* Ah ha! Found you, Morgan! *huff, huff*

Morgan: Sorry, were you looking for me? And what's got you so out of breath? 
Has something happened?

Owain: Aye, it has! The second I first saw you, something wondrous happened! 
A charge coursed through my body with the electrifying force of summer 
lightning!

Morgan: Er, what?

Owain: Though you wear a different face, I knew you for my fated ally! Across 
a thousand thousand lives have we shared the fortune of war!

Morgan: ...I'm afraid I'm still not following.

Owain: You and I are partners, bound tight by the red string of fate since 
time immemorial. If we join forces once more in this life, no foe could hope 
to stop us!

Morgan: Ah ha ha ha!

Owain: Wh-what's so funny?

Morgan: You are! That was amazing. Is it from a play, or did you write it 
yourself?

Owain: I wrote it myse- Uh, no! I mean, I didn't write it at all! I'm saying 
it because I mean it!

Morgan: But how could you possibly know we were partners in a previous life?

Owain: My sixth sense bespoke it to my third eye.

Morgan: Ha ha ha! Oh, gods, that's brilliant! You really have a gift for 
this, Owain.

Owain: But I'm not... This isn't just...

Morgan: Hee hee! Okay, okay. So if we WERE fated partners, can you prove it?

Owain: Of course! Name your challenge!

Morgan: No incarnation of me would ever settle for a partner who couldn't 
cook.

Owain: ...As in food?

Morgan: There is something wonderful about one person preparing food for 
another. It shows they care, and in turn gives the other person strength.

Owain: So be it! I shall cook a meal fit to dispel any doubts of our star-
linked fates!

Morgan: Hee hee! I can't wait!
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Owain B

Owain: Prepare yourself, Morgan! My culinary masterpiece is complete!

Morgan: Oh, wow. That looks great!

Owain: It dies, doesn't it? Though I still haven't come up with a fitting 
name for-

Morgan: Okay, here goes! *horf* *slurp* *munch* *chomp*

Owain: Um... I wasn't finished... presenting it.

Morgan: Urp! Oh gods, that was incredible...

Owain: Ha! I eat recipes like that for breakfest! ...Metaphorically, I mean. 
Now, are you ready to acknowledge me as your true and rightful partner in 
battle?

Morgan: I'd say you passed round one with flying colors!

Owain: ...There's more than one round?

Morgan: Yeah, of course! We have to be sure about this kind of thing, you 
know? Now, if we're going to swear sacred oaths, we'll need a symbol of our 
promise.

Owain: We will?

Morgan: Something strong and timeless. Something... valuable. Aha! Gemstones! 
We must swear loyalty on a pair of gargantuan gemstones!

Owain: ...S-so be it! I'll scour the land for the two finest gems in 
existance!

Morgan: Great! I'll be waiting!
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Owain A

Owain: Morgan! I've got them!

Morgan: Got what?

Owain: Gemstones! The symbols of our oath! ...The ones you made me find?

Morgan: Really? I asked you to do that? ...Huh. Well, I'll just have to trust 
you. Remembering stuff isn't my strong suit.

Owain: You're killing me, Morgan. Anyway, here. Feast your eyes on THESE!

Morgan: Holy smokes! Look how black that one is!

Owain: This onyx was hewn from the abyssal darkness of the underworld itself! 
I was forced to battle a horde of fire-breathing-

Morgan: Ooooh! This one's such a pretty green!

Owain: Er, uh... Y-yes! Yes, it certainly is! The vessel for all of Mother 
Nature's power found sleeping in a cradle of earth! I swam through miles of 
shark-infested waters just to-

Morgan: Sooooo pretty...

Owain: Yes, quite pretty. So will you now acknowledge me as your fated 
partner?

Morgan: I will indeed! You've shown the depths of your dedication in no 
uncertain terms. I pronounce us partners in battle forever! ...Sorry to make 
you jump through hoops.

Owain: 'Twas nothing! May our partnership bring peace to the land and glory 
to us both!

Morgan: Sooo... What do we do as partners? I mean, do we stand next to each 
other when we fight, or... what?

Owain: Naturally, we... Er, I mean, we'll... Actually, I hadn't thought that 
far ahead.

Morgan: Ah ha ha ha! You really are too much. Always sprinting ahead, wheter 
you know where you're going or not!

Owain: No matter. We've got all of this lifetime to figure it out! In the 
meantime, here's to us, partner!

Morgan: Hee hee! To us!
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Owain S

Morgan: Um, say, Owain?

Owain: What's wrong? You sound upset. Speak, O fated companion! Spill your 
breast unto me!

Morgan: Oh, wow. I don't think that's how that phrase goes. Anyway, um, it's 
about before. ...When I was testing you?

Owain: That business? What of it?

Morgan: Yeah, so, that wasn't really about cooking or gems or anything. I 
just wanted to see how important I was to you. I'm sorry for being dishonest.

Owain: All part of the partner-vetting process! Think no more of it.

Morgan: But there's still one thing I really want that you haven't given me. 
Maybe you could... think about what that might be?

Owain: What you really want, huh? Hmm... Wait, is this round three?

Morgan: It's the final round.

Owain: All right, give me a second here. Hmmmmmm...

Morgan: Well? Have you figured it out?

Owain: Is it... a pony?!

Morgan: Um, n-no. It's not a pony.

Owain: Oh. I thought all girls loved ponies. ...Because I'd certainly get you 
a pony! I'd get you anything you wanted!

Morgan: Really?

Owain: I'd do anything for the woman I love! ..... I didn't mean to... say 
that out loud.

Morgan: Owain!

Owain: Well, as long as I've spilled those beans, I might as well dump the 
rest of 'em out. That whole partner thing was a ruse. I just wanted to spend 
time with you.

Morgan: Oh, Owain! THAT'S the answer I've been looking for!

Owain: Wait... it is?

Morgan: All I ever wanted was to know how you felt. To hear you say those 
words! But all I could ever get from you were home-cooked meals and expensive 
jewels.

Owain: Does that mean you...

Morgan: Yes, you silly man, I love you! I've loved you for so long. Be my 
partner, Owain. Not just in battle, but in life.

Owain: I swear to be at your side, in war and in peace, for as long as I 
live!

Morgan: I'll hold you to that- because I swear the same!
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Laurent` C

Morgan: Heh heh. Sorry, Laurent.

Laurent: I'm still just flabbergasted! What made you think it would be fun to 
build a tower of stacked tomes? You nearly crushed your father when they came 
crashing down!

Morgan: Hey, I said I was sorry. And besides, it was super fun stacking them 
up. You should try it sometime!

Laurent: I'll pass, thank you.

Morgan: Aww, come on. Live a little!

Laurent: No. Honestly, must you always be like this? Do you think it 
appropriate to flit about all day playing games and making trouble? We fight 
for the fate of the world, Morgan. You would do well to remember that.

Morgan: No, I remember. And I'm totally serious! Here, look into my eyes... 
See that? See it? These are the eyes of a totally serious woman.

Laurent: ......

Morgan: These are the eyes of someone fighting to save the world from ruin. 
These are... SERIOUS EYES! Rrrrrrrr! Not... gonna... blink...

Laurent: The only thing serious is your commitment to chicanery! You ought to 
learn from your father's example.

Morgan: If I did, would you play a round of tome stackers with me?

Laurent: I have quite enough nonsense in my life already. Good day!

Morgan: H-hey, wait! Laurent! Don't be like that!
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Laurent B

Laurent: Morgan will drive me to madness or an early grave. Of this there's 
little doubt. We are in the throws of a battle for human survival, and she 
wants to play games! Does the woman honestly not grasp the severity of our 
plight?

Morgan: Five hundred... tweeeeeeenty... THREE!

Laurent: Hmm? What's this, then?

Morgan: Five hundred... tweeeeeeeenty... FOUR!

Laurent: Morgan?

Morgan: Phew! ...Oh! Hi, Laurent! What brings you out here?

Laurent: I was simply passing by and... What are you doing?

Morgan: Sit-ups, silly! Isn't it obvious? Even as a future tactician of 
legend, I need to hold my own on the battlefield!

Laurent: And you always do five hundred repititions?

Morgan: Six hundred, actually. But who's counting? A well-toned body is a 
wellspring of confidence in the heat of battle! With abs like these, victory 
is ab-solutely assured! Who needs memories when your stomach is a tempered 
twelve-pack of solid steel? ...And so on. Anyway, I don't get playtime until 
I've done my daily training regimen.

Laurent: ...It seems I haven't been giving you due credit.

Morgan: Credit for what?

Laurent: Your diligence. This shows an admirable commitment to winning this 
war. I fear I may have been a fool telling you to take a lesson from your 
father. I could stand to model myself after you!

Morgan: Aw, it's fine! Water under the bridge. Although... If you really 
wanted to make it up to me, you'd play a round of tome stackers!

Laurent: ...I see I was hasty in commending you. Absolutely not.

Morgan: ...Next time, then?

Laurent: ABSOLUTELY NOT!
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Laurent A

Laurent: *Sigh* It's anyone's guess which is the real her. Hmm...

Morgan: Everything all right, Laurent? You've been staring off into space and 
mumbling.

Laurent: Oh, er... Salutations.

Morgan: Something on your mind? If anything's troubling you, I'm happy to 
lend an ear. We can talk it over while stacking up some big ol' tomes!

Laurent: Any troubles I have now are a direct result of you.

Morgan: What? How do you mean?

Laurent: I am ill-equipped to figure you out. One Morgan is a grinning fool, 
always thinking up bizarre games and pranks. But the other is a commendably 
diligent warrior, rigorous and eager in her training! Which is the truth, 
though? Which is the real Morgan?!

Morgan: Oh. Is that what's bothering you, you big dummy?

Laurent: YOU would accuse ME of lacking in intelligence?!

Morgan: Ah ha ha, sorry! No, I didn't mean that. I just meant you're 
overthinking it. They're both the real me!

Laurent: Both? What manner of trickery is this?

Morgan: Look, it's true that I want to have fun and I like fooling around. 
But I also want to be a great tactician like my father, and I'll work to make 
it happen. There's no rule that says I can't be both! ...Er, there isn't, 
right?

Laurent: Well no, I suppose not... I'd simply like to know for certain 
whether you're a serious person or a reprobate.

Morgan: Hmm... Prrrobably serious? ...Ish?

Laurent: When you can't even offer a serious answer to the question, I have 
my doubts.

Morgan: Aw, don't be such a sourpuss! Can't a girl tease her friend a little?

Laurent: I had not thought of us in those terms before. We are more brother-
and-sister-in-arms, our bond forged in the heat of battle!

Morgan: Nice! That sounds way more poetic than saying we're just chums!
........ Now what do you say we deepen that bond with a brisk game of tome 
stackers?!

Laurent: No.

Morgan: Awww, come ON!
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Laurent S

Morgan: Laurent, can I talk to you?

Laurent: You never seemed to require my permission before.

Morgan: Yeah, but I've never told you I'm in love with you before. So I 
though--

Laurent: Pardon me?!

Morgan: Well, yeah! I want us to be together forever, Laurent.

Laurent: Is this some new game of yours? Some mad new jape? I refuse to be a 
party to this foolishness!

Morgan: What? No! I'm serious!

Laurent: Are you...?

Morgan: Laurent! I may like to play around, but I would never joke about 
stuff like this! Remember before when you described us as brother-and-sister-
in-arms? Well, I thought about it, and it ended up totally bumming me out. I 
don't want to just be your sister!

Laurent: Morgan... I...

Morgan: Anyway, I... I just had to tell you, is all. But I know it's pretty 
stupid. I mean, you'd never be interested in a silly girl like me, right?

Laurent: ....... In truth, I would be thrilled.

Morgan: Say wha---?!

Laurent: ...But I fear I'm not ready after my show of self-important 
buffoonery in censuring you. I have too much maturing to do before I can 
entertain a romantic liasion.

Morgan: You've got it backward! Love makes a person grow! It makes you 
stronger! Come on, Laurent. Why do you think I started that crazy training 
regimen? Gah, I can't believe I'm telling you this...

Laurent: So when I saw you honing your body, that was for my sake?

Morgan: ...Yes. I thought if I toughened up, you'd be proud of me and see 
that I really was serious. Before that, I wasn't putting half as much into 
training as I do now.

Laurent: ...I see. It's true that your efforts of late have been positively 
astounding. If that is the result of amorous intent, then perhaps I needn't 
bridle my feelings either.

Morgan: Okay, so... translation, please?

Laurent: I'm quite smitten with you as well.

Morgan: Oh, Laurent! You really mean that?

Laurent: Absolutely.

Morgan: Yay! This is going to be the best! We'll push each other to improve 
until we've saved the world, the future, and everyone!

Laurent: If being with you grants me even half of that energy and blind 
confidence, I'll be happy. ...But I hereby forbid all future mention of tome 
stackers!

Morgan: Oh? But why?

Laurent: When I looked through your collapsed pile, I saw manuscripts of mine 
and my mother's! It makes me half-mad with worry to think I might have lost 
all that knowledge!

Morgan: *Sigh* Well, I suppose I could always start stacking your alchemy 
flasks instead...
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Brady` C

Morgan: Hey now, if it isn't Mr. Brady!

Brady: Yeah? What do you want?

Morgan: Oh, nothing! Just saying hi!

Brady: Huh. Right. And just what were you doing, skulking about out here?

Morgan: Skulking? Really, Brady, I was just picking a spot for a little 
afternoon nap in the sun. Or I would be if the sun came out. ...C'mon 
already, sun!

Brady: Yeesh. Must be nice, not having a care in the world.

Morgan: I've got my share of worries, same as the next person. Well, I did... 
I mean, I probably did? I assume I did at some point...

Brady: If you gotta ASSUME that you did, then ya don't! Must be nice havin' 
all your troubles and painful memories wiped clean. Now that head of yours is 
all puppies and rainbows and unicorns all the time.

Morgan: Yup! Pretty much!

Brady: Aw, you're shinin' me on. Ain't no way an amnesiac can be that bubbly!

Morgan: Well, yeah, I lost my memory, but I still have my father.

Brady: Yeah, well... Just don't go thinkin' I trust you or anythin', 
understand?

Morgan: What?! Why not? That's terrible!

Brady: Because you could be an enemy spy, that's why not!

Morgan: A spy? That's ridiculous! ......

Brady: ......

Morgan: But hey, I guess I can't blame you.

Brady: Wha--?!

Morgan: Well, when you put it that way, with my convenient amnesia and all... 
I guess I am pretty suspicious! Ha ha ha!

Brady: Aw, go suck a lemon!
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Brady B

Brady: *Huff* *pant*

Morgan: Brady, are you all right?

Brady: Oh it's... you... G-go away... *pant*

Morgan: Just finished group maneuvers, eh? You look and sound exhausted.

Brady: I'm f-fine!

Morgan: I dunno. You look pretty pale.

Brady: I s-said I'm FINE!

Morgan: But you don't look fine, is the thing. Want me to rub your back for a 
bit?

Brady: You'd like that, wouldn't you? You spy! But, oh no! Brady ain't 
letting you anywhere near his back!

Morgan: I thought you started out as a priest, no? Shouldn't you be a little 
better at taking care of yourself?

Brady: Hey, gimme a break! The point of being a priest is healing other 
people, not yourself! It's about sacrifice and all that malarkey. You're 
supposed to put yourself last!

Morgan: Yeah, but if you pass out on the field, you're no use to anybody. You 
need to look out for yourself some if you want to help others, right?

Brady: Q-quiet, you! Who asked you, anyway?!

Morgan: Okay, okay! Don't go making yourself even more out of breath. Just 
stay put for a second. I'll get you some water.

Brady: I ain't drinkin' nothin' you give me! And I never asked for your help, 
so make like bad pants and butt out! *Huff* *pant* *wheeeeze*

Morgan: Oh, Brady...
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Brady A

Morgan: Braaaaaady... Brady-Brady!

Brady: Ugh, not her again...

Morgan: What? Why are you running?! Waaait for meeeeee! ...Ha-hah! Caught ya!

Brady: Gah! What is with you, you crazy dame?!

Morgan: I brought you a very special gift today!

Brady: Eh?!

Morgan: The perfect panacea for the 90-pound weakling! Ambrosia to the 
anemic! All in the latest thrilling installment of Morgan's Adventures in 
Nutrition!

Brady: What, uh... What IS that red sludgy muck, exactly?

Morgan: Lifeblood drained from a fell viper! It's sure to put the sheen back 
in your scales!

Brady: Swear to Naga, if you get that stuff near me, I'll give ya what for!

Morgan: But wait! There's more! Ta-daaah! Check it out! Bear gizzards! Put 
the stuff of bears in you! It's gotta be strong because, hey, BEARS! ...Am I 
right?!

Brady: No way I'm touching that, neither!

Morgan: Aww, no need to be shy just because they're exotic delicacies. This 
one's on the house!

Brady: That ain't what I'm worried about! And stay back! Stay ba--
lrghlrghlrgh?!

Morgan: There's a nice Brady. Drink up now! Every...last...drop. Ooh, yeah! 
Feel those supercharged bear guts slip down the ol' gullet! And don't forget 
to wash it down with a tall glass of snake! Mmm, taste that predator!

Brady: B-B-BLEAAARGLE! *cough* *hack!*

Morgan: Well? Does it feel like it's working?

Brady: *Cough* Even if it did, it ain't gonna work THAT fast! And just where 
do you get off thinkin' you can just-- Huh?

Morgan: Hmm? Brady? Something wrong?

Brady: Wh-what? What's going on?! I feel... I feel power welling up inside 
me! It's floodin' every inch of my body!

Morgan: Now that's what I call fast acting!

Brady: Amazing! I feel...healthy. Weirdly healthy! My body's not used to 
feeling this spry! This is... Wow! This feels incredible! Uh, thanks, Morgan. 
Really, thanks! I, uh... I guess I was wrong about you...

Morgan: You're welcome!

Brady: Hey, uh... sorry for all the hullabaloo earlier, yeah? I got all hung 
up on thinking you was a spy or something. What a loon I was!

Morgan: Aw, everybody makes mistakes! Don't even worry about it.

Brady: Well, if you're sure, then thanks. But boy howdy, you really do live 
in your own world, don't you? Guess all the goofball antics and meddling is 
sincere. You really do mean well!

Morgan: Of course! I may not have my memories, but I can still be myself, and 
that's just who I am! At least, I'm pretty sure? Ha ha ha! Who knows, right? 
Oh, I slay me!

Brady: Heh, you're one crazy number, Morg. But, yeah... in a good way.
=====================================================
Brady S

Brady: Hey, uh, Morgan?

Morgan: Something wrong, Brady? Not feeling well again?

Brady: Nah, I feel fine. Great, actually, ever since you force-fed me 
horrible, horrible things.

Morgan: Something else you need, then? Ooh! Maybe a limerick? There once was 
a man from Ylisse! Whose knickers were ever so--

Brady: Er, no. That ain't it. I just... I wanted to apologize for doubting 
you all this time.

Morgan: You already did apologize, silly!

Brady: Yeah, but I wanted to do it again! I just wasn't sure it took last 
time.

Morgan: Oh, you worry too much! And you weren't wrong to doubt me. Anyone 
would, given my circumstances.

Brady: Eh, not quite anyone...

Morgan: Hmm?

Brady: If our roles was switched, you never would'a doubted me for a second. 
You'd have welcomed me with open arms. I'm sure of it...

Morgan: Hmm... Yeah, I guess I would, huh? But that's just because I'm so 
spacey.

Brady: No, it ain't! It's 'cause you're so kind!

Morgan: Oh? Is that so?

Brady: Look, I can't really explain it, but... Over the course of talking 
with you, and the chaos and the running and the whatnot... I kept picking up 
this thread of... kindness? Just real honest-like, ya know? Anyway, it made 
me... I don't know. I guess I kinda fell for ya, Morg.

Morgan: Oh... Brady!

Brady: No, I know! I know! This whole time, I been sayin' these terrible 
things to you! I swear, I'll make it all up to ya. Just gimme a chance! 
Please, doll! Lemme love ya!

Morgan: *Sniff*...I... I don't... I mean... *sniffle*

Brady: Huh? This, uh... This wasn't supposed to be one of them terrible 
things I said. ...C'mon, you're makin' me want to turn on the waterworks 
here, too!

Morgan: I... *sniff* I can't... h-h-help it... I'm just so... So... Sooooo 
happy!

Brady: What?! Y-you are? You sure got an odd way of showin' it!

Morgan: I always wanted you to like me... That's why I kept my smile on, 
even... *sniff* Even when you were cold to me! Now, I... I... Oh, Brady! 
*sob*

Brady: Gah! I'm sorry! I was a real Melvin, I know! Just please stop with the 
crying!

Morgan: I'm... s-sorry... I'll stop... Just as soon as I'm not soooooo 
happyyyyyy! *sob*

Brady: Oh, brother... I guess when you're this happy all the time, special 
occasions mean big meltdowns... This is going to take some gettin' used to, 
but if you're happy, then I'm happy!
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Yarne` C

Morgan: Bunny!

Yarne: Um, are you referring to me?

Morgan: Oh, look at those ears! So adorable! Goochie goochie goo!

Yarne: Gah! Quit pulling, you maniac! You'll yank them clean off!

Morgan: Aw, I'm just touching 'em.

Yarne: Ahhhh, it hurts! It hurts! It huuuuuuuuurts!

Morgan: Aww, even your little wince and your tiny tears of pain are adorable!

Yarne: Will you stop that?! Be gentle with the goods! I'm the last of my 
kind, so if you break something, that's it!

Morgan: Ooh, that's... a really good point!

Yarne: ...It is? Well, that was easy.

Morgan: Well, sure! This is the only place in the whole world you can see a 
taguel wince! That majestic cringe must be preserved for posterity. ...I 
should have a portrait done.

Yarne: Don't even joke!

Morgan: Aw, no need to be shy. I'll make sure nothing's permanently damaged.

Yarne: I'm starting to think YOU'RE permanently damaged! I'm out of here! Oh, 
and stop calling me Bunny!

Morgan: Whaaat? Don't go! Hey, come back! Bad Bunny! Bad! Come baaack!
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Yarne B

Morgan: Ah! There you are, Bunny!

Yarne: Ugh, are we doing this again, Morgan? You dropped it for a while, why 
start now!

Morgan: Let me feel up those fwuffy widdle ears...

Yarne: G-get away from me! Are you just doing this to get a rise out of me?

Morgan: No! I'm acting as an ambassador from my race to yours! ...now let me 
touch 'em. Give 'em to me! Gimme... Argh!

Yarne: You are a terrible diplomat.

Morgan: Ooh! Do your ears have bones? Do they stand up? What do I sound like 
to you?

Yarne: An annoying buzz, mostly. Do you really not have anything better to do 
right now?

Morgan: I think documenting an endangered race is plenty important.

Yarne: Even if said endangered race doesn't want to be documented?

Morgan: Yup! Science demands it! ...Your ears are really long. I bet I could 
tie them in a bow.

Yarne: We are not finding out! And how is this any way to treat an endangered 
race? Or any race, for that matter?!

Morgan: If you ask me, it's your ears' fault for being so inviting! They're 
all soft and floppy and just lie there all droopy. Like you, on the 
battlefield.

Yarne: Just because you're smiling when you say it doesn't make it okay. 
...And you ARE just doing this to get a rise out of me! I knew it!

Morgan: I'm just instinctively drawn to cute stuff. ...It's a girl thing.

Yarne: First it's for science, now it's because I'm cute? Your story keeps 
changing, Morgan. I think you just want an excuse, and you don't care what it 
is!

Morgan: Do you really want to know the truth?

Yarne: I... thought I did. Bow I'm not so sure.

Morgan: Seeing cute, defenseless things just brings out the sadist in me. I 
can't help myself!

Yarne: Yeesh, you're a real piece of work under all that cheer, you know 
that? So seriously, what will it take to get you to leave me alone?

Morgan: I think it's your job to figure it out. Consider it homework.

Yarne: What did I ever do to deserve this?
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Yarne A

Morgan: Hey, Yarne!

Yarne: Urk... Q-quick! Gotta hide!

Morgan: Why the eyes wide as dinner plates?

Yarne: Because you're always tugging on my ears and tormenting me?

Morgan: Ah ha ha, I wouldn't do anything like that anymore, silly!

Yarne: Uh, why not? I mean, I'm glad, but... Hey, you called me by my name 
today. What happened to Bunny?

Morgan: You've been a changed man in the last few battles. It's only fun 
teasing you when you squirm and squeak and try to run away. There's no reason 
for any of that now.

Yarne: So all that torment was your way of encouraging me to be braver?

Morgan: Nah. Growing up, all girls know that boys overreact when they're 
teased. I figured it was worth trying, so I gave you a little push and 
watched what happened.

Yarne: You call that a little push?

Morgan: Tee hee!

Yarne: Don't you "tee hee" me, you monster! ...But at least now it all makes 
sense.

Morgan: At least now it's boring, you mean! You took away all my fun when you 
stopped being such a scaredy-bunny!

Yarne: Did you want me to shape up, or didn't you?

Morgan: Eh, either way has its merits! Ooh, but anytime you decide you want 
to be teased some more, just run from battle. I'll chase you down!

Yarne: You ARE a monster!
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Yarne S

Morgan: Hi, Yarne! How goes?

Yarne: You again? What do you want, Morgan?

Morgan: You're the talk of the camp, lately. Everyone is impressed with how 
much you've grown.

Yarne: Yeah, well... Thanks, I guess.

Morgan: Thanks for what?

Yarne: It was the fear that you'd cuddle me to death that "encouraged" me in 
combat. I guess I owe you one for taking my ears hostage. ...Which is weird.

Morgan: Huh. So, what, I don't get to play with you anymore?

Yarne: You're the one who said it was no fun to pick on me now. Hey, so I've 
got to ask... In the end, were you trying to cheer me on, or were you really 
just torturing me for fun?

Morgan: Both, I suppose. But more than either of those, I just... I just 
wanted to play with you. To... touch you.

Yarne: ...What's that supposed to mean?

Morgan: Rrgh, are you really going to make me say it in so many words? I like 
you! Okay?!

Yarne: ...Oh. I guess that makes sense.

Morgan: So from here on, I hope we can have real fun together. Fun for both 
of us, I mean. No more teasing, I promise!

Yarne: Hmm, I suppose you did help me to become less of a coward. ...And I 
guess I like you, too. Don't ask me why.

Morgan: Really? Yay! Woo-hoo!

Yarne: Isn't that going a little overboard?

Morgan: Can I still call you Bunny?!

Yarne: No.

Morgan: Ooh, and can I play with your ears every now and again? Maybe give 
you and updo?

Yarne: NO.

Morgan: Aw, worst boyfriend ever! You're no fun at all...

Yarne: You don't want a boyfriend. You want a rag doll you can abuse!

Morgan: Ah ha ha, I totally do! Good thing there's no rule that says you 
can't be both, Bunny!
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Inigo` C

Inigo: Hey, Morgan. You busy?

Morgan: Oh, hi, Inigo! Not really. What's going on?

Inigo: I thought we might grab a cup of tea.

Morgan: Tea? Hmm...

Inigo: It doesn't have to be for long! I thought maybe talking might 
stimulate your brain. Maybe jog your memory a bit?

Morgan: I suppose that's possible, now that you mention it. In that case, we 
should ask everyone to come! More people means more topics!

Inigo: Er... right. But it seems like they're all... um... busy. So maybe 
just the two of us should go.

Morgan: I don't remember anyone saying they were particularly busy?

Inigo: Oh! Well, um... crap.

Morgan: Wait, were you flirting just now? Was I just hit on?!

Inigo: Wh-what? No! Of course not! I have nothing but the most platonic of 
respects for you, Morgan! I'll, uh... Right then! Perhaps another time.

Morgan: Giving up already? That's a little surprising.

Inigo: Knowing when to make your exit is part of being a dashing gentleman.

Morgan: Well, I think being a greacious loser is an admirable trait!

Inigo: Oh, this isn't a loss. It's just a time-out in a much larger game!

Morgan: Your philandering is quite deplorable, but high marks on your 
attitude!

Inigo: Yes, I think high marks are- Wait, what was that first part?
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Inigo B

Morgan: Oh, there you are, Inigo.

Inigo: Hmm? Oh. Hi, Morgan.

Morgan: What's wrong? You look like you're wilting. Ooh, let me guess! You 
hit on a pretty girl, and she shot you down?

Inigo: Ha! Everyone thinks they know Inigo. Well, they don't know squat! 
...But, yes. That's what happened. Honestly, all I want is one lousy cup of 
tea! Is that really so much to ask?

Morgan: That doesn't sound like the Inigo I know. What happened to "this game 
isn't over!" or whatever it was you said?

Inigo: The beginning turned into a middle, which became an end. Now it's a 
loss.

Morgan: Ouch. This really has you down, huh? ...Oh, all right. You can win 
this one.

Inigo: Huh? How do you mean?

Morgan: I'll go out with you.

Inigo: ...I suppose this is the part where mummers burst out of the bushes 
and laugh at me?

Morgan: No joke, Inigo! I'll give you a date, but on one condition... I don't 
remember anything about food, and I'd like to learn about new cuisines. So 
let's skip tea and jump straight to the main course! Buy me dinner.

Inigo: You're on! Where do you want to go? Within reason, of course! Ha ha!

Morgan: Hmm... Why not tell me how much you have, and I'll pick the best spot 
you can afford!

Inigo: Er... That sounds expensive...

Morgan: Ooh, I'm so excited!

Inigo: Oh dear...
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Inigo A

Inigo: .....

Morgan: Hi, Inigo! How goes the philandering? Did our dinner date help turn 
your luck around?

Inigo: Oh, yes. It turned me around a full 360 degrees!

Morgan: Oh, that's great! ...Wait, no it isn't. That's not great at all!

Inigo: Ha! That isn't the half of it. I only WISH I'd come full circle to 
when we went out.

Morgan: What happened?

Inigo: A girl agreed to join me for tea, and I was on cloud nine!

Morgan: Buuuuut?

Inigo: But she spiked my drink and robbed me blind while I was out cold! She 
even took the shirt off my back! ...Left the pants, though.

Morgan: Oooh. That's not good at all.

Inigo: The joke's on her. My purse was nearly empty after taking you out. But 
now I've gone from poor to flat broke. I guess it's dirt soup for Inigo 
tonight...

Morgan: Wow. I don't know what to say.

Inigo: I've always done my best for the ladies of the world. I'm even 
fighting a war for them! But now...

Morgan: Wait. You're fighting a war to impress girls?

Inigo: *Ahem* ...But now that my love has been so cruelly abused, I don't 
know if I can ever-

Morgan: You're fighting a war to impress GIRLS?!

Inigo: Can we get past that already?

Morgan: No, actually! I don't think I can! ...Still, I'm sure that woman 
didn't become a thief because she wanted to. So perhaps THAT should be your 
reason for fighting this terrible war! We need to bring hope back to the 
world and make it a place for honest folk again!

Inigo: I suppose you're right...

Morgan: Come on, Inigo. I'll buy you dinner. I owe you a meal anyway.

Inigo: ...Truly?

Morgan: I know, I know. Quite the honor to be taken out by a lady. And a 
first for you, I imagine.

Inigo: I'll pretend I didn't hear that last part. ...But thanks, Morgan. 
That's sweet. All right then! I hereby forgive all the cruel ladies of this 
world! The war for your hearts rages on, and Inigo shall return to the fray!

Morgan: Now THAT'S the Inigo we ladies know and occasionally manage to 
tolerate!
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Inigo S

Morgan: Ah, here you are!

Inigo: Sorry, were you looking for me?

Morgan: It's your lucky day! I've come to help you flirt with the ladies!

Inigo: Wait, what? What does that even mean?

Morgan: Remember when that lady tricked you, then drugged you, then robbed 
you?

Inigo: Er, yes, thank you.

Morgan: Well, from now on, I'm going to hide in the bushes whenever you're on 
a date. And if anyone tries any funny business, I'll jump out and give 'em 
what for! Now, come on! I'm ready for action!

Inigo: That's sweet and... a little creepy, actually. But I don't need a 
chaperone.

Morgan: Aw, why not?

Inigo: Because I'm done flirting with other ladies. ...It's more fun flirting 
with you.

Morgan: Aw, and here I was all excited to watch you get shot down up close...

Inigo: ...Wait, that's your reason?! ..... HEY, WAIT! Why did you just assume 
I'd get shot down?!

Morgan: Come on, it's not too late to change your mind! Let's go philander! 
C'mooon!

Inigo: No! You're going to sit here and talk with me, and you're going to 
enjoy it!

Morgan: BOOOOOORING.

Inigo: Are you even listening to me? Do you understand what I'm saying?

Morgan: ...All I understand is that you're a fun-burglar.

Inigo: Damn it, Morgan! I'm in love with you!

Morgan: ...For seriously?

Inigo: Yes, for seriously!

Morgan: Wait! I... I don't... Y-you can't just spring this on me out of the 
blue! It's not fair! Buuuuuut... I suppose I... I mean... Weeeeeeeell... 
...Aw, sure! Why the heck not?!

Inigo: You came around quick.

Morgan: Who know? Maybe being with you will be more fun than seeing you fall 
on your face.

Inigo: Well then, we have the rest of our lives to test that theory.

Morgan: And I say we start with the finest dinner in town! I'll have the 
golden lobster, please!
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Gerome` C

Morgan: Everyone's busy sparring. Or training. Or throwing fireballs around. 
This camp is boring as all get-out! Time to make my OWN fun!

Gerome: .....

Morgan: Oh, hey, Gerome. What's up? ...Er, do you always stand around like a 
statue and stare at people? Or am I just particularly enchanting?

Gerome: Not particularly, no. However, for someone without memory, you are 
unusually... peppy.

Morgan: You think so? Hmm... Well, it's better than being unusually glum, I 
guess! Besides, everything is fresh and new for me. I can't help but be 
excited!

Gerome: I suppose that makes sense.

Morgan: Hey, so what's up with the mask? Is it for effect or what? Oh, wait! 
Are you a mask collector? Do you wear a different one every day?

Gerome: It's complicated.

Morgan: No, calculus is complicated. ...That's a mask.

Gerome: And it's none of your concern!
(Gerome leaves)

Morgan: Huh? Hey, Gerome? ...Hullo? He just walked away! How rude!
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Gerome B

Morgan: Hey, Gerome!

Gerome: What do you want?

Morgan: I've been thinking about it, and I've decided you'd be better off 
without the mask.

Gerome: You decided this, did you?

Morgan: Sure did! I mean, think about it! A mask is just a fake face, you 
know? And that means you're not being honest with yourself about who you 
truly are! Also, it's scaring the village kids. So there's that.

Gerome: ...I know your words, but what you are saying makes no sense at all. 
This mask stays.

Morgan: Gods, so stubborn! Come on, tell me why you're so attached to that 
thing. Did an old girlfriend give it to you or something?

Gerome: No.

Morgan: Or maybe... Ah, so THAT'S it! Yeah, I'd want to wear a mask too, if 
that was the case.

Gerome: What are you talking about? What is this theory of yours?

Morgan: I think you're just really, really shy! I bet every time you look 
someone in the eye, you turn redder than a tomato!

Gerome: I-I do not! That's simply not true!

Morgan: Oh, it's okay. You don't have to be upset. I think it makes you even 
MORE charming!

Gerome: Are you listening to me?! I siad it's not true!

Morgan: Then what IS the truth? ...Hmmmmmmmmmmm?

Gerome: None of your business!

Morgan: Ha ha! You're shy! You are SO shy! I bet really shy people hold their 
covention in your tent. That's how shy YOU are!

Gerome: For the last time, NO! Argh! I've had enough of this! I'm leaving!
(Gerome leaves)

Morgan: There's no poin in denying it! I know the truth now! But don't worry, 
your secret is safe with meeeeeeee! ...Aaaaand, he's gone.
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Gerome A

Morgan: Ah-HAH!

Gerome: Gya! Wh-why are you leaping out of the bushes at me?!

Morgan: 'Cause I've got an extra-special present for you!

Gerome: ...Oh?

Morgan: Yup! Here, check it out! I made you a bunch of new masks!

Gerome: Er...

Morgan: Clearly it's hard for you to ditch the mask completely, so I came up 
with this idea. This way you can pick different masks based on how you feel 
that day!

Gerome: I don't understand.

Morgan: I made a whole boatload of masks- one for every occasion and mood. Go 
on, don't be shy. Try one on!

Gerome: I told you, I'm not shy!

Morgan: This one is patterned like a butterfly, for when you're feeling extra 
jolly. And this one has little hearts all over it. It's more for when you 
fell happy.

Gerome: That's the same thing.

Morgan: Oh, there's a difference. My masks show even subtle changes in 
emotion! This is just the first batch, of course, so there are some moods you 
can't do. Rampant Greed isn't quite finished yet. And Morose is still in the 
design phase... But hink of the fun you'll have with all of these right here! 
...So, anyway, go ahead and pick one.

Gerome: .....

Morgan: I'm waaaaaaiting!

Gerome: I cannot!
(Gerome leaves)

Morgan: H-hey! Don't run away! You forgot your masks! I spent forever on 
theeeeeeeeese!
(Morgan leaves)

Gerome: I suppose she means well... But I'll dance with the Risen before I 
wear one of those damnable masks!
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Gerome S

Gerome: Morgan? Might I have a word?

Morgan: Maybe... And maybe NOT!

Gerome: Er, are you angry with me?

Morgan: I went to a LOT of time and trouble to make those masks for you! And 
you just ran away! RAN! At top speed over hill and dale!

Gerome: I know you are upset, but I simply cannot wear your masks. Perhaps, 
however, it would offer some measure of apology if I removed this one?

Morgan: ...You'd do that?

Gerome: If you are so determined to know what I am feeling, this is the 
easiest way.

Morgan: I dunno. My masks are pretty great. I just finished Miffed last 
night... Ah, what's it matter? You don't need my masks if you walk around all 
barefaced.

Gerome: This is not for everyone, Morgan. It is for you alone.

Morgan: SAAAAAAAAY!

Gerome: Well. Here I am. In the flesh, so to speak.

Morgan: Hubba hubba! Awoooooo-ga! Hee hee! I KNEW it! You're turning red as a 
boiled ham!

Gerome: Even my nose?!

Morgan: ESPECIALLY your nose! Why are you so embarassed?

Gerome: I suppose it's because... Well, I like you. Very much, in fact.

Morgan: Seriously? Because I suppose it's obvious, but I... um... like you, 
too.

Gerome: Er...

Morgan: ...This IS embarassing, isn't it?

Gerome: I see you're turning red as well.

Morgan: Er, I don't suppose I could maybe... borrow your mask?

Gerome: Use your own! You have a whole bag of them right there!

Morgan: Oh, right. Here, you can have the butterfly one, because you're so 
jolly... And I'll wear this one with the hearts, because I'm feeling so... 
excited.

Gerome: I have to wear one?

Morgan: Look, this may be the only chance I get to use these. Don't screw it 
up!

Gerome: I hardly think it's so... Oh, maybe just this once.

Morgan: So does wearing matching masks make us all official as a couple?

Gerome: Perhaps it does.
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Morgan's Sibling Supports:

Male Morgan:

Lucina+ C

Morgan: This place is a mess! I really should straighten up more... often... 
Is that a AAAAAAAAAUGH!

Lucina: Gods, I've never seen Morgan run so fast! Are we under attack?! 
Morgan! What happened back there? ...Are you all right?!

Morgan: L-Lucinaaa!

Lucina: Breathe, Morgan. Calm down and tell me what happened. You have 
nothing to fear now that I'm here.

Morgan: R-r-roach! A roach!

Lucina: ...A roach? ...As in...a bug?

Morgan: Not a bug! I love bugs! ...A roach! A huge, freakish nightmare one, 
with gross hairy legs... It's HORRIBLE!

Lucina: You're telling me all of your you screaming and flailing was over a 
COCKROACH? *sigh* I thought the Risen had come. You could have sent the camp 
into a panic.

Morgan: AAAAAH! It's back! And it can fly?! S-stay away! Don't come near 
meee!

Lucina: Come now, I don't see what the i-EEEEEK!

Morgan: See? SEE?! It's the stuff of nightmares! Now hurry up and kill it! 
Kill it with fire magic or something!

Lucina: Oh, no-I'm not going near that thing! It's HUGE!

Morgan: WHAT?! What happened to having nothing to fear now that you're here? 
How are you gonna win this war if you can't even smoosh one stupid roach?

Lucina: Those two things are not related in the slightest. And YOU want to be 
a tactician, right? So figure out how to kill it!

Morgan: What's to figure out?! Who plans out strategies for killing insects?! 
Look, you're the older one! You do it! Father told you protect you little 
brother, didn't he?

Lucina: Er, well, I suppose he did... *sigh* All right, I'll... do something 
about it.

Morgan: Fantastic! Thanks, Lucina! Three cheers for once and future exalt!

Lucina: ...You're a royal, too, you know? It wouldn't kill you to show a bit 
more spine.

Morgan: Hey, now's your chance! It just crawled into a corner behind that 
shelf!

Lucina: It's too dark. I can't see it...

Morgan: You should light up Falchion. Then oce you spot it, ker-STAB!

Lucina: Falchion isn't some common pitchfork, Morgan! It's a blade of legend!

Morgan: Ah ha ha, all right, all right. I'm sorry I... AHHHH! It's flying 
again! It's flying!

Lucina: As formidable a foe as it may be, I won't allow it to set a single 
hairy leg on you!

Morgan: Go, Lucina, go! GET HIM!

Chrom: What in the name of..? What are you two doing in here?!

Lucina/Morgan: Father!

Chrom: Honestly, you two. All that commotion over a silly insect? what were 
you thinking?!

Morgan: Sorry...

Lucina: I'm sorry, Father....

Chrom: Just see that it never happens again.
(Chrom leaves)

Morgan: Figures he would be the one to get it. He's unshakable.

Lucina: It's true. Although he was a lot less calm when it came to scolding 
us....

Morgan: Aw, are you still down about that? I actually rather enjoyed it. I 
can't remember the two of us ever getting in trouble like that before. It 
felt strangely familiar somehow. Kind of a happy, nostalgic feeling.

Lucina: Heh. I confess, it did have its moments...
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Lucina B

Lucina: ....Morgan.

Morgan: Mmm?

Lucina: You know what I'm about to say, don't you?

Morgan: Um... Be sure to wash the Falchion after I'm done cutting this apple?

Lucina: DON'T use Falchion to cut apples in the first, you dolt!

Morgan: Eep! S-sorry! I'm sorry!

Lucina: You had best be more than just sorry.. That sword is national 
treasure of Ylisse and a final memento of my father. Would you use the eathly 
remembrance of your dead father to cut FRUIT?! You've shamed the weapon that 
built your very homeland!

Morgan: Well, you've seen for yourself how big the apple is. And with no 
other knives around... B-besides, I've barely ever touched the thing before. 
I dunno, I...I got curious.

Lucina: ...

Morgan: So, um, a-are... Yeah, you're mad.

Lucina: You've never held Falchion before?

Morgan: Not really, no. In the future, you always kept it by your side. And 
since we've been back here. I've maybe moved it from tent to tent once or 
twice.

Lucina: Then we don't know if you have the potential to weld it.

Morgan: Wait, it takes a special person to wield it.

Lucina: I see there is much you do not know. This blade was forged with 
Naga's power and steeped in the exalt's bloodline. Only a select few are able 
to wield it, even among the Ylissean royal house.

Morgan: Huh. Well, I've never fought with it before- at leasr as far as I can 
remember. I suppose that means in the I came fom, I wasn't deemed worthy.

Lucina: That's not necessarily true, Morgan. I never did give you a chance to 
try it before I traveled back here. Honestly, I'm mortified we've come this 
far without ever putting to the test.

Morgan: I have to admit, it'd be pretty amazing if I really could wield it. A 
brilliant tactician wielding a legendary sword... Mother would be so proud!

Lucina: Mostly I'm ashamed I never stopped to consider it. If you are, in 
fact, among Falchion's chosen, that is knowledge we need. There may come a 
time when it proves necessary for you to take it up.

Morgan: What, like if you're busy?

Lucina: Like if I'm dead, Morgan. having someone able to wield it even after 
I'm gone would be considerable asset. We must use any means at our disposal 
to ensure the future is saved. Now let's go it to the test.

Morgan: ....

Lucina: Morgan?

Morgan: Aw, forget it. There's no way the sword would choose someone like me.

Lucina: You don't know that until you try. You yourself just said you wished 
you were able to wield it. So let's-

Morgan: I said NO! I'm not doing it! Don't make me.... Don't make practice 
for your death, Lucina!

Lucina: ....I understand how you feel, but we must be practical about this. 
We cannot afford to lose this war. No matter what happens or who dies.

Morgan: You think I don't know that?! But it's not.... It's just not that 
simple, all right?! Think of all that Mother's doing to protect us! Would you 
betray that?

Lucina: Not by choice, Morgan. Never be choice. ...But there are no 
guarantees in war.

Morgan: And that's supposed to make me feel better?! If it means you dying, I 
dont want anything to do with Falchion! And if you make me try, I'll only use 
it to chop more apples, so there! This is pointless. I'm leaving.

Lucina: Morgan... He sure is stuck on this whole apple business...
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Lucina A

Morgan: Lucina, is this, uh... Do you have a minute?

Lucina: What's wrong, Morgan? Why the serious face?

Morgan: I want you to help me see whether or not I can wield the Falchion.

Lucina: Huh? You were so dead set against it. What changed?

Morgan: I did, I suppose. I thought about everything you said.... About how 
we need to win this war be any means necessary. I was running away from that 
truth and from my duty to become a master tactician. But like you said, we 
need to be practical about this. ...So will help me?

Lucina: Of course. I'll make the necessary preparations immediately. All 
right. I want you to strike at log as if it were the enemy. If you lack the 
potential to wield Falchion, its blade will be dull as a stone. You will 
scarce knock the bark off your target. However, if you are among the blade's 
chosen, the log will be cleft in two.

Morgan: .....

Lucina : Here. Take Falchion.

Morgan: All right... Here we go... Hey, wait. What am I going do if this DOES 
work? ...No. I'll worry about that later. No more doubts. This a part of my 
duty... here I go! RrrAAAGH! ... ...Huh? I didn't feel anything.

Lucina: .... The log unscathed. I'm sorry, Morgan. It seems you've not been 
chosen to wield Falchion.

Morgan: .....

Lucina: Don't take it too hard. This doesn't change who you are. You're still 
my brother, a son of Chrom, and a prince of Ylisse. Don't let this-

Morgan: Pffft. Heh heh ha ha ha!

Lucina: Morgan?!

Morgan: Ah ha ha ha, s-sorry, it's just.... I was so worked up, I... I 
totally missed! I missed the log! Ah ha ha, hilarious!

Lucina : ...Heh. Heh heh. *ahem* Don't try to be serious, brother. You're 
making me laugh... *Sigh* I suppose we both got a little it too wrapped up in 
this whole Falchion matter. It wound up souring the air between us, almost as 
if we'd been quarreling. I far preferred that night we got in trouble for the 
giant bug....

Morgan - Oh, me too! ...Though at lest this helped me firm up my resolve. Not 
doing what I can out of fear that the people I love might die is 
just...cowardice. If something should happen to you, I swear to keep fighting 
to the bitter end. But I still have no intention of letting that happen. The 
pain is too much to imagine. So let me protect you. It's the least you 
brother can do!

Lucina: I fear I, too, was running, I was afraid to make you a promise. But 
no more. I swear to you, here and now, that this war will not claim me. I 
refuse to you all alone, Brother, nor allow any harm to come to you. We will 
survive this together. We will forge a future of our own making.

Morgan: It's a promise!

Lucina: So it is sworn Falchion. Oh, blast! I completely forget that I'm 
cooking duty tonight. Sorry, but I must be going.

Morgan: Ah, wait! Lucina, you forget Falchion! ...So mush for not leaving me 
all alone. Guess it's just you and me, Fachy. How's about one more swing for 
the road, seeing as I'll likely never touch you again? Hrrngh... YAAAH! .... 
...Yup. Not a scratch. You just better do a damned good job of looking after 
my sister, you got that? If Lucina dies, you're getting demoted to royal 
fruit knife. Don't think I won't do it! ...All right, well, better get back 
to her.

Chrom: ...Hmm? What's this log? Was someone training? Hmm, split perectly in 
two. I've never seen such a clean cut before....
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Female Morgan:

Owain+ C

Morgan: Let's see here... Birthday? May 5th... Favorite colors? Blue and 
purple... Favorite food? Probably bear meat...

Owain: What are you mumbling about over there, Morgan?

Morgan: Least favorite food? Veggies, apparently. Don't seem to mind them 
now, though...

Owain: Morgan!

Morgan: Oh! Owain?! Guess I was pretty out of it to miss my own brother 
paying a visit! Did you need something?

Owain: Just wondering what you were chanting over there... You practicing 
some all-powerful new magic incantations or something?

Morgan: Nope! Just going back over my notes on what you told me about myself
I was hoping they'd hold some clue that might help spark my memory. Heh. It's 
kind of crazy how much you know about me, huh? Like, I really once got five 
nosebleeds in the same day? I have no memory of that at all. AT ALL! Ha ha 
ha! I can just imagine...

Owain: Well, you're still as cheerful, that's for sure. And as talkative as 
ever...

Morgan: I am? I mean, I was?! Hmm, now that you mention it, that does 
sound... right, somehow. ...Heh. Everything still feels funny. Even you being 
my brother hasn't really clicked.

Owain: If you think it's strange for you, imagine how I feel! My kid sister 
starts talking to me like a stranger, asking questions about herself... I had 
no idea how to even interact with you. It was pretty rough, but I got used to 
it.

Morgan: Heh, yeah... Sorry about that. But that's just another reason why I'm 
working hard to get my memories back. Once I do, nobody will have to feel 
weird or awkward around me again. Pretty noble, huh? I'm such a sweet, 
selfless girl!

Owain: Heh, and so humble as well... In any case, I'm happy to try and help 
you get those memories back however I can. Someday soon I bet we'll be able 
to laugh about all the old times--now included!

Morgan: Heh, right!
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Owain B

Owain: Whew! Another long day of combat... I'm bushed. Think I'll hit the hay 
ear... ly? Is someone passed out over there? Wait, is that Morgan?!

Morgan: Nn... nngh...

Owain: Morgan! By my twitching sword hand, what's happened to you?!

Morgan: ...Wha--?! Owain! Wh-what am I doing here? Was I asleep?! I don't 
even remember feeling tired... Oh right! I was bashing that huge tome against 
my head when I blacked out. That explains why my face hurts so bad...

Owain: Bashing your... Morgan, why in the WORLD would you do that?! Wait, 
were you trying to get your memories back?

Morgan: Well, yeah! Obviously. If you ever saw me bludgeoning myself just for 
fun, I hope you'd put a stop to it...

Owain: I'll stop you even if it's NOT just for fun, you nitwit! Look, I know 
you want your memories back, but please... Don't do anything reckless.

Morgan: ...But I want to be able to talk with you about old times again.

Owain: I know, Morgan, and I want that, too. But more than that, I want you 
safe.
I may just be another stranger to you, but to me, you're family. In the 
future, with Mother and Father gone, it was just the two of us. You're all I 
had, Morgan... I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you.

Morgan: All right. I'm sorry, Owain.

Owain: Just as long as you understand.

Morgan: ...Heh, that felt really siblingy just now. Don't you think? Me 
messing up and you scolding me felt... I don't know, it felt really 
plausible! Maybe if you keep it up, I'll remember something!

Owain: You... really think so?

Morgan: Yeah! Oh yeah, this will totally work! So go on, keep yelling! C'mon, 
scream at your amnesiac sister, Owain!

Owain: I... I'm not really comfortable with-

Morgan: Hey, why don't you use the tome, too? Come on, don't hold back. 
Really wallop me with that thing! Maybe the simultaneous physical and mental 
shock will jar some memories loose! It's gotta be twice as effective as 
either one by itself, right? That's just basic science.

Owain: Good night, Morgan...
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Owain A

Owain: Hey, Morgan. I'm headed into town. Want to come along?

Morgan: I'd love to! Is there something in particular you need?

Owain: I might pick up a couple of things, yeah. But mostly I think there's 
something YOU need.

Morgan: It doesn't have to do with getting my memories back, does it?

Owain: The opposite, really. Maybe there's no need to worry about your 
memories.

Morgan: That... makes no sense.

Owain: I'll be honest--it does hurt to know you've forgotten me. But... maybe 
it's better to build new memories than to worry about old ones.

Morgan: What do you mean?

Owain: I've been thinking about this a lot. Why you might have lost your 
memories, I mean. And I'm wondering if you didn't have some awful memory you 
couldn't bear to keep. ....I know I've got a few. I see a lot of faces, you 
know? People we couldn't save...

Morgan: ...... I'm sorry you have to bear those dreadful memories, Owain...

Owain: Look, this is just a theory, and even if it's true, it's not like you 
did it consciously. But I do think that getting your memories back might not 
necessarily be a good thing.

Morgan: Hmm... I understand, and believe me, I appreciate the thought... But 
I want to remember things, no matter how painful they are. Because I'm sure 
there'll be plenty of great memories mixed in with the bad ones. And the 
truth, whatever it is... I really want to have that back, you know?

Owain: Well, if you're sure, then I'm happy to help.

Morgan: That's really kind of you, Owain, but do you truly realize what 
you're saying? I mean, it could be years before I remember anything. Or 
decades. Heck, there's a decent chance I may never get my memories back at 
all. I don't want to drag you into something that could last forever.

Owain: I'm already stuck with you forever, you goof. I'm your brother! And 
memories or no, we are united by our shared blood- the blood of heroes! 
Neither you nor any foul villain could ever hope to keep us apart!

Morgan: Owain, I... *sniff* Thank you! I'll do everything I can!

Owain: Then start by coming with me into town.

Morgan: Huh? But you said that doesn't have to do with getting my memories 
back.

Owain: Hey, there's no rule that says you can't have a little fun while you 
try. And there's certainly no rule against making happy new memories, either. 
You're young! Live a little! There'll be plenty of time to worry later.

Morgan: Right... You're right! Thanks, Brother!
=====================================================
Kjelle+ C

Morgan: Let's see here... Birthday? May 5th... Favorite colors? Blue and 
purple... Favorite food? Probably bear meat...

Kjelle: What are you mumbling about over there, Morgan?

Morgan: Least favorite food? Veggies, apparently. Don't seem to mind them 
now, though...

Kjelle: Morgan!

Morgan: Oh! Kjelle?! Guess I was pretty out of it to miss my own sister 
paying a visit! Did you need something?

Kjelle: Just wondering what you were chanting over there... You practicing 
some new magic incantations or something?

Morgan: Nope! Just going back over my notes on what you told me about myself. 
I was hoping they'd hold some clue that might help spark my memory. Heh. It's 
kind of crazy how much you know about me, huh? Like, I really once got five 
nosebleeds in the same day? I have no memory of that at all. AT ALL! Ha ha 
ha! I can just imagine...

Kjelle: Well, you're still as cheerful, that's for sure. And as talkative as 
ever...

Morgan: I am? I mean, I was?! Hmm, now that you mention it, that does 
sound...right, somehow. ...Heh. Everything still feels funny. Even you being 
my sister hasn't really clicked.

Kjelle: If you think it's strange for you, imagine how I feel... My kid 
sister starts talking to me like a stranger, asking questions about 
herself... I had no idea how to even interact with you. It was pretty rough, 
but I got used to it.

Morgan: Heh, yeah... Sorry about that. But that's just another reason why I'm 
working hard to get my memories back. Once I do, nobody will have to feel 
weird or awkward around me again. Pretty noble, huh? I'm such a sweet, 
selfless girl!

Kjelle: I don't know many selfless people who go around advertising the 
fact... In any case, I'm happy to try and help you get those memories back 
however I can. Someday soon I bet we'll be able to laugh about all the old 
times--now included!

Morgan: Heh, right!
=====================================================
Kjelle B

Kjelle: Whew! Another long day of combat... I'm bushed. Think I'll hit the 
hay ear... ly? Is someone passed out over there? Wait, is that Morgan?!

Morgan: Nn...nngh...

Kjelle: Morgan! Morgan, are you all right?! What happened?!

Morgan: ...Wha--?! Kjelle! Wh-what am I doing here? Was I asleep?! I don't 
even remember feeling tired... Oh right! I was bashing that huge tome against 
my head when I blacked out. That explains why my face hurts so bad...

Kjelle: Bashing your... Morgan, why in the WORLD would you do that?! Wait, 
were you trying to get your memories back?

Morgan: Well, yeah! Obviously. If you ever saw me bludgeoning myself just for 
fun, I hope you'd put a stop to it...

Kjelle: I'll stop you even if it's NOT just for fun, you fool! Look, I know 
you want your memories back, but please... Don't do anything reckless.

Morgan: ...But I want to be able to talk with you about old times again.

Kjelle: I know, Morgan, and I want that, too. But more than that, I want you 
safe. I may just be another stranger to you, but to me, you're family. In the 
future, with Mother and Father gone, it was just the two of us. You're all I 
had, Morgan... I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you.

Morgan: All right. I'm sorry, Kjelle.

Kjelle: Just as long as you understand.

Morgan: ...Heh, that felt really siblingy just now. Don't you think? Me 
messing up and you scolding me felt... I don't know, it felt really 
plausible! Maybe if you keep it up, I'll remember something!

Kjelle: You... really think so?

Morgan: Yeah! Oh yeah, this will totally work! So go on, keep yelling! C'mon, 
scream at your amnesiac sister, Kjelle!

Kjelle: ......

Morgan: Hey, why don't you use the tome, too? Come on, don't hold back. 
Really wallop me with that thing! Maybe the simultaneous physical and mental 
shock will jar some memories loose! It's gotta be twice as effective as 
either one by itself, right? That's just basic science.

Kjelle: Good night, Morgan...
=====================================================
Kjelle A

Kjelle: Hey, Morgan. I'm headed into town, Morgan. Would you like to come 
along?

Morgan: I'd love to! Is there something in particular you need?

Kjelle: I might pick up a couple of things, yes. But mostly I think there's 
something YOU need.

Morgan: It doesn't have to do with getting my memories back, does it?

Kjelle: The opposite, really. Maybe there's no need to worry about your 
memories.

Morgan: That...makes no sense.

Kjelle: I'll be honest--it does hurt to know you've forgotten me... But maybe 
it's better to build new memories than to worry about old ones.

Morgan: What do you mean?

Kjelle: I've been thinking about this a lot. Why you might have lost your 
memories, I mean. And I'm wondering if you didn't have some awful memory you 
couldn't bear to keep. ....I know I've got a few. I see a lot of faces, you 
know? People we couldn't save...

Morgan: ...... I'm sorry you have to bear those dreadful memories, Kjelle...

Kjelle: Look, this is just a theory, and even if it's true, it's not like you 
did it unconsciously. But I do think that getting your memories back might 
not be necessarily a good thing.

Morgan: Hmm... I understand, and believe me, I appreciate the thought... But 
I want to remember things, no matter how painful they are. Because I'm sure 
there'll be plenty of great memories mixed in with the bad ones. And the 
truth, whatever it is... I really want to have that back, you know?

Kjelle: Well, if you're sure, then I am happy to help.

Morgan: That's really kind of you, Kjelle, but do you truly realize what 
you're saying? I mean, it could be years before I remember anything. Or 
decades. Heck, there's a decent chance I may never get my memories back at 
all. I don't want to drag you into something that could last forever.

Kjelle: I'm already stuck with you forever, you goof. I'm your sister! We're 
family--memories or no. You couldn't keep me away.

Morgan: Kjelle, I... *sniff* Thank you! I'll do everything I can!

Kjelle: Then start by coming with me to town.

Morgan: Huh? But you said that doesn't have to do with getting my memories 
back.

Kjelle: Hey, there's no rule that says you can't have a little fun while you 
try. And there's certainly no rule against making happy new memories, either. 
You're young! Live a little! There'll be plenty of time to worry later.

Morgan: Right... You're right! Thanks, Sis!
=====================================================
Laurent+ C

Morgan: Let's see here... Birthday? May 5th... Favorite colors? Blue and 
purple... Favorite food? Probably bear meat...

Laurent: What are going on about over there, Morgan?

Morgan: Least favorite food? Veggies, apparently. Don't seem to mind them 
now, though...

Laurent: Morgan!

Morgan: Oh! Laurent?! Guess I was pretty out of it to miss my own brother 
paying a visit! Did you need something?

Laurent: I was simply curious as to the reason behind your frantic muttering. 
Were you perhaps practicing some new magical incantations?

Morgan: Nope! Just going back over my notes on what you told me about myself
I was hoping they'd hold some clue that might help spark my memory. Heh. It's 
kind of crazy how much you know about me, huh? Like, I really once got five 
nosebleeds in the same day? I have no memory of that at all. AT ALL! Ha ha 
ha! I can just imagine...

Laurent: Ah, yes. Well, you're still as jocular and garrulous as ever...

Morgan: I am? I mean, I was?! Hmm, now that you mention it, that does 
sound... right, somehow. ...Heh. Everything still feels funny. Even you being 
my brother hasn't really clicked.

Laurent: If you think the experience odd for you, imagine how I perceive 
it... My sibling starts speaking to me as if I were a stranger, asking 
peculiar questions... In truth, I was somewhat perplexed as to how to even 
interact with you.

Morgan: Heh, yeah... Sorry about that. But that's just another reason why I'm 
working hard to get my memories back. Once I do, nobody will have to feel 
weird or awkward around me again. Pretty noble, huh? I'm such a sweet, 
selfless girl!

Laurent: Indeed. And oh so humble... In any case, I'm happy to try and help 
you retrieve your memories however I can. It would be most satisfying to one 
day laugh together about old times- now included!

Morgan: Heh, right!
=====================================================
Laurent B

Laurent: Whew... That was a fierce battle today. Perhaps I shall retire a bit 
ear... ly? Hmm? Is someone unconscious over there? Wait, is that Morgan?!

Morgan: Nn... nngh...

Laurent: Morgan! Morgan, are you all right?! What happened?!

Morgan: ...Wha--?! Laurent! Wh-what am I doing here? Was I asleep?! I don't 
even remember feeling tired... Oh right! I was bashing that huge tome against 
my head when I blacked out. That explains why my face hurts so bad...

Laurent: For the love of all that's holy, why in the WORLD would you do 
that?! I postulate this was a misguided attempt to try and get your memories 
back?

Morgan: Well, yeah! Obviously. If you ever saw me bludgeoning myself just for 
fun, I hope you'd put a stop to it...

Laurent: I would have stopped you regardless of the reason, Morgan! I know 
you long to have your memories back, but you cannot place yourself at risk!

Morgan: ...But I want to be able to talk with you about old times again.

Laurent: I know, and I desire that as well. But more than that, I want you 
safe. I may just be another stranger to you, but to me, you're family. In the 
future, with Mother and Father gone, it was just the two of us. You're all I 
had, Morgan... I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you.

Morgan: All right. I'm sorry, Laurent.

Laurent: Just as long as you understand.

Morgan: ...Heh, that felt really siblingy just now. Don't you think? Me 
messing up and you scolding me felt... I don't know, it felt really 
plausible! Maybe if you keep it up, I'll remember something!

Laurent: An intriguing theory, but you fail to take into account-

Morgan: Yeah! Oh yeah, this will totally work! So go on, keep yelling! C'mon, 
scream at your amnesiac sister, Laurent!

Laurent: Er, the causation for such a-

Morgan: Hey, why don't you use the tome, too? Come on, don't hold back. 
Really wallop me with that thing! Maybe the simultaneous physical and mental 
shock will jar some memories loose! It's gotta be twice as effective as 
either one by itself, right? That's just basic science.

Laurent: Now see here! There is no rational basis for any of this!
=====================================================
Laurent A

Laurent: I'm headed into town, Morgan. Perhaps you would care to join me?

Morgan: I'd love to! Is there something in particular you need?

Laurent: I might pick up a couple of things, yes. But mostly I believe 
there's something YOU need.

Morgan: It doesn't have to do with getting my memories back, does it?

Laurent: The opposite, really. Perhaps there's no need to worry about 
yourself with recovering your memories.

Morgan: That... makes no sense.

Laurent: In truth, the fact that you have forgotten me has been rather 
harrowing. But... perhaps it would be better to build new memories than to 
worry about old ones.

Morgan: What do you mean?

Laurent: I have formulated a hypothesis about your present condition. Your 
amnesia, that is. I wonder if perhaps you didn't have some awful memory you 
couldn't bear to keep. ...I know I have quite a few myself. I often see the 
faces of fallen comrades... Innocents we were unable to save...

Morgan: ...... I'm sorry you have to bear those dreadful memories, Laurent...

Laurent: Granted, it's just a hypothesis. Even if it were true, it's not like 
you could have consciously suppressed your memories. But I do believe that 
retrieving those lost memories might cause unforeseen harm...

Morgan: Hmm... I understand, and believe me, I appreciate the thought... But 
I want to remember things, no matter how painful they are. Because I'm sure 
there'll be plenty of great memories mixed in with the bad ones. And the 
truth, whatever it is... I really want to have that back, you know?

Laurent: Well, if you're sure, then I'm happy to help.

Morgan: That's really kind of you, Laurent, but do you truly realize what 
you're saying? I mean, it could be years before I remember anything. Or 
decades. Heck, there's a decent chance I may never get my memories back at 
all. I don't want to drag you into something that could last forever.

Laurent: As your brother, I am already sworn to you forever. We are family- 
memories or no. You couldn't keep me away.

Morgan: Laurent, I... *sniff* Thank you! I'll do everything I can!

Laurent: Then start by accompanying me into town.

Morgan: Huh? But you said that doesn't have to do with getting my memories 
back.

Laurent: I am unaware of any rule that states you can't enjoy a little fun 
while you try. And there's certainly no rule against making some happy new 
memories, either.
You are young and full of promise! There will be ample time for worry later.

Morgan: Right... You're right! Thanks, Brother!
=====================================================
Cynthia+ C

Morgan: Let's see here... Birthday? May 5th... Favorite colors? Blue and 
purple... Favorite food? Probably bear meat...

Cynthia: What are you mumbling about over there, Morgan?

Morgan: Least favorite food? Veggies, apparently. Don't seem to mind them 
now, though...

Cynthia: Morgan!

Morgan: Oh! Cynthia?! Guess I was pretty out of it to miss my own sister 
paying a visit! Did you need something?

Cynthia: Just wondering what you were chanting over there... You practicing 
some new magic incantations or something?

Morgan: Nope! Just going back over my notes on what you told me about myself. 
I was hoping they'd hold some clue that might help spark my memory.
Heh. It's kind of crazy how much you know about me, huh? Like, I really once 
got five nosebleeds in the same day? I have no memory of that at all. AT ALL! 
Ha ha ha! I can just imagine...

Cynthia: Well, you're still as cheerful, that's for sure. And as talkative as 
ever...

Morgan: I am? I mean, I was?! Hmm, now that you mention it, that does 
sound... right, somehow. ...Heh. Everything still feels funny. Even you being 
my sister hasn't really clicked.

Cynthia: If you think it's strange for you, imagine how I feel... My kid 
sister starts talking to me like a stranger, asking questions about 
herself... I had no idea how to even interact with you. It was pretty rough, 
but I got used to it.

Morgan: Heh, yeah... Sorry about that. But that's just another reason why I'm 
working hard to get my memories back. Once I do, nobody will have to feel 
weird or awkward around me again. Pretty noble, huh? I'm such a sweet, 
selfless girl!

Cynthia: Heh, and so humble as well... In any case, I'm glad to help you get 
those memories back however I can. Someday soon I bet we'll be able to laugh 
about the old times--now included!

Morgan: Heh, right!
=====================================================
Cynthia B

Cynthia: Whew! Another long day of combat... I'm bushed. Think I'll hit the 
hay ear... ly? Is someone passed out over there? Wait, is that Morgan?!

Morgan: Nn... nngh...

Cynthia: Morgan! Morgan, are you all right?! What happened?!

Morgan: ...Wha--?! Cynthia! Wh-what am I doing here? Was I asleep?! I don't 
even remember feeling tired... Oh, right! I was bashing that huge tome 
against my head when I blacked out. That explains why my face hurts so bad...

Cynthia: Bashing your... Morgan,, why in the WORLD would you do that?! Wait, 
are you trying to get your memories back?

Morgan: Well, yeah! Obviously. If you ever saw me bludgeoning myself just for 
fun, I hope you'd put a stop to it...

Cynthia: I'll stop you even if it's NOT just for fun, you nitwit! Look, I 
know you want your memories back, but please... Don't do anything reckless.

Morgan: ...But I want to be able to talk with you about old times again.

Cynthia: I know, Morgan, and I want that, too. But more than that, I want you 
safe. I may just be another stranger to you, but to me you're family. In the 
future, with Mother and Father gone, it was just the two of us. You're all I 
had, Morgan... I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you.

Morgan: All right. I'm sorry, Cynthia.

Cynthia: Just as long as you understand.

Morgan: ...Heh, that felt really siblingy just now. Don't you think? Me 
messing up and you scolding me felt... I don't know, it felt really 
plausible! Maybe if you keep it up, I'll remember something!

Cynthia: You... really think so?

Morgan: Yeah! Oh yeah, this will totally work! So go on, keep on yelling! 
C'mon, scream at you amnesiac sister, Cynthia!

Cynthia: I... I'm not really comfortable with--

Morgan: Hey, why don't you use the tome, too? Come one, don't hold back. 
Really wallop me with that thing! Maybe the simultaneous physical and mental 
shock will jar some memories loose! It's gotta be twice as effective as 
either one by itself, right? That's just basic science.

Cynthia: Good night, Morgan...
=====================================================
Cynthia A

Cynthia: Hey, Morgan. I'm headed into town. Want to come along?

Morgan: I'd love to! Is there something in particular you need?

Cynthia: I might pick up a couple of things, yeah. But mostly I think there's 
something YOU need.

Morgan: It doesn't have to do with getting my memories back, does it?

Cynthia: The opposite, really. Maybe there's no need to worry about your 
memories.

Morgan: That... makes no sense.

Cynthia: I'll be honest--it does hurt to know you've forgotten me. But... 
maybe it's better to build new memories than to worry about the old ones.

Morgan: What do you mean?

Cynthia: I've been thinking about this a lot. Why you might have lost your 
memories, I mean. And I'm wondering if you didn't have some awful memory you 
couldn't bear to keep. ...I know I've got a few. I see a lot of faces, you 
know? People we couldn't save...

Morgan: ...... I'm sorry you have to bear those dreadful memories, Cynthia...

Cynthia: Look, this is just a theory, and even if it is true, it's not like 
you did it consciously. But I do think that getting your memories back might 
not necessarily be a good thing.

Morgan: Hmm... I understand, and believe me, I appreciate the thought... But 
I want to remember things, no matter how painful they are. Because I'm sure 
there'll be plenty of great memories mixed with the bad ones. And the truth, 
whatever it is... I really want to have that back, you know?

Cynthia: Well, if you're sure, then I'm happy to help.

Morgan: That's really kind of you, Cynthia, but do you truly realize what 
you're saying? I mean, it could be years before I remember anything. Or 
decades. Heck, there's a decent chance I may never get my memories back at 
all. I don't want to drag you into something that could last forever.

Cynthia: I'm already stuck with you forever, you goof. I'm your sister! We're 
family--memories or no. You couldn't keep me away.

Morgan: Cynthia, I... *sniff* Thank you! I'll do everything I can!

Cynthia: Then start by coming with me into town.

Morgan: Huh? But you said that doesn't have to do with getting my memories 
back.

Cynthia: Hey, there's no rule that says you can't have a little fun while you 
try. And there's certainly no rule against making some happy new memories, 
either. You're young! Live a little! There'll be plenty of time to worry 
later.

Morgan: Right... You're right! Thanks, Sis!
=====================================================
Brady+ C

Morgan: Let's see here... Birthday? May 5th... Favorite colors? Blue and 
purple... Favorite food? Probably bear meat...

Brady: Whatcha mumblin' about over there, Morgan?

Morgan: Least favorite food? Veggies, apparently. Don't seem to mind them 
now, though...

Brady: Hey! Morgan!

Morgan: Oh! Brady?! Guess I was pretty out of it to miss my own brother 
paying a visit! Did you need something?

Brady: Just wondering what you were yappin' about over there... What is it? 
Practicing some mew magic spells and all that malarkey?

Morgan: Nope! Just going back over my notes on what you told me about myself. 
I was hoping they'd hold some clue that might help spark my memory.
Heh. It's kind of crazy how much you know about me, huh? Like, I really once 
got five nosebleeds in the same day? I have no memory of that at all. AT ALL! 
Ha ha ha! I can just imagine...

Brady: Well, you're still as cheerful, that's for sure. And as talkative as 
ever...

Morgan: I am? I mean, I was?! Hmm, now that you mention it, that does 
sound... right, somehow. ...Heh. Everything still feels funny. Even you being 
my brother hasn't really clicked.

Brady: If you think it's strange for you, you should see how I feel! My kid 
sister starts talking to me like a stranger, askin' questions about 
herself... I had no idea how to even interact with you. Eventually I got used 
to it, but still...

Morgan: Heh, yeah... Sorry about that. But that's just another reason why I'm 
working hard to get my memories back. Once I do, nobody will have to feel 
weird or awkward around me again. Pretty noble, huh? I'm such a sweet, 
selfless girl!

Brady: Heh, and real humble, I see... Anyway, I'm happy to try and help ya 
get those memories back however I can. Before you know it, we'll be laughin' 
about the good ol' days --- now included!

Morgan: Heh, right!
=====================================================
Brady B

Brady: That's the third time today someone took me for a bandit! Next time, 
I'm gonna... Uh-oh. Looks like some cat's gone boots up over there. ...W-
wait, is that... Morgan?!

Morgan: Nn... nngh...

Brady: Morgan! Morgan, are you all right?! Stay outta the light, girl!

Morgan: ...Wha---?! Brady! Wh-what am I doing here? Was I asleep?! I don't 
even remember feeling tired... Oh, right! I was bashing that huge tome 
against my head when I blacked out. That explains why my face hurts so bad...

Brady: Bashing your... Morgan, why in the WORLD would ya do that?! Wait, were 
you trying to get your memories back?

Morgan: Well, yeah! Obviously. If you ever saw me bludgeoning myself just for 
fun, I hope you'd put a stop to it...

Brady: I'll stop ya even if it's NOT just for fun, ya damn moron! Look, I 
know you want your memories back, but hurtin' yourself ain't an option!

Morgan: ...But I want to be able to talk with you about old times again.

Brady: I know, Morgan, and I want that, too. But more than that, I want ya 
safe.
I may just be another stranger to you, but to me, you're family. In the 
future, with Ma and Pop gone, it was just the two of us. You're all I had, 
Morgan, and I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to ya.

Morgan: All right. I'm sorry, Brady.

Brady: As long as you understand.

Morgan: ...Heh, that felt really siblingy just now. Don't you think? Me 
messing up and you scolding me felt... I don't know, it felt really 
plausible! Maybe if you keep it up, I'll remember something!

Brady: Er, I dunno...

Morgan: Yeah! Oh yeah, this will totally work! So go on, keep yelling! C'mon, 
scream at your amnesiac sister, Brady!

Brady: Huh? Naw, I ain't comfortable with---

Morgan: Hey, why don't you use the tome, too? Come on, don't hold back. 
Really wallop me with that thing! Maybe the simultaneous physical and mental 
shock will jar some memories loose! It's gotta be twice as effective aas 
either one by itself, right? That's just basic science.

Brady: You're insane! I'm outta here.
=====================================================
Brady A

Brady: Hey, Morgan. I'm headed into town. Wanna tag along?

Morgan: I'd love to! Is there something in particular you need?

Brady: I might pick up a couple of things, yeah. But mostly I there's 
somethin' YOU need.

Morgan: It doesn't have to do with getting my memories back, does it?

Brady: The opposite, actually. Maybe there ain't no need to worry about your 
memories, yeah?

Morgan: That... makes no sense.

Brady: Look, I'll be honest--- it kinda kills me to know ya forgot me. But... 
maybe it's better to build new memories than to worry about old ones.

Morgan: What do you mean?

Brady: I been thinkin' about this a lot. Why ya might've lost your memories, 
I mean. And I'm wonderin' if ya didn't have some awful memory ya just 
couldn't live with. ...I know I sure got a few. I see a lot of faces, yeah? 
Folks we couldn't save...

Morgan: ...... I'm sorry you have to bear those dreadful memories, Brady...

Brady: Look, it's just a theory, and even if it's true, it ain't like you did 
it consciously. But I think that gettin' your memories back might not 
necessarily be good for ya.

Morgan: Hmm... I understand, and believe me, I appreciate the thought... But 
I want to remember things, no matter how painful they are. Because I'm sure 
there'll be plenty of great memories mixed with the bad ones. And the truth, 
whatever it is... I really want to have that back, you know?

Brady: Well, long as you're sure, then I'm happy to help.

Morgan: That's really kind of you, Brady, but do you realize what you're 
saying?
I mean, it could be years before I remember anything. Or decades. Heck, 
there's a decent chance I may never get my memories back at all. I don't want 
to drag you into something that could last forever.

Brady: I'm already stuck with ya forever, ya dimwit! I'm your brother. We're 
family--- memories or no. Ya couldn't keep me away.

Morgan: Brady, I... *sniff* Thank you! I'll do everything I can!

Brady: Then start by comin' with me into town.

Morgan: Huh? But you said that doesn't have to do with getting my memories 
back.

Brady: Hey, there's no rule what says ya can't have a little fun while you 
try. And there ain't no rule against makin' happy new memories, either. 
You're young! Live a little! There'll be plenty of time to worry later, yeah?

Morgan: Right... You're right! Thanks, Brother!
=====================================================
Yarne+ C

Morgan: Let's see here... Birthday? May 5th... Favorite colors? Blue and 
purple... Favorite food? Probably bear meat...

Yarne: What are you mumbling about over there, Morgan?

Morgan: Least favorite food? Veggies, apparently. Don't seem to mind them 
now, though...

Yarne: Morgan!

Morgan: Oh! Yarne?! Guess I was pretty out of it to miss my own brother 
paying a visit! Did you need something?

Yarne: Just wondering what you were chanting over there... You practicing 
some new magic incantations or something?

Morgan: Nope! Just going back over my notes on what you told me about myself
I was hoping they'd hold some clue that might help spark my memory. Heh. It's 
kind of crazy how much you know about me, huh? Like, I really once got five 
nosebleeds in the same day? I have no memory of that at all. AT ALL! Ha ha 
ha! I can just imagine...

Yarne: Well, you're still as cheerful, that's for sure. And as talkative as 
ever...

Morgan: I am? I mean, I was?! Hmm, now that you mention it, that does 
sound... right, somehow. ...Heh. Everything still feels funny. Even you being 
my brother hasn't really clicked.

Yarne: If you think it's strange for you, imagine how I feel! My kid sister 
starts talking to me like a stranger, asking questions about herself... I had 
no idea how to even interact with you. It was pretty rough, but I got used to 
it.

Morgan: Heh, yeah... Sorry about that. But that's just another reason why I'm 
working hard to get my memories back. Once I do, nobody will have to feel 
weird or awkward around me again. Pretty noble, huh? I'm such a sweet, 
selfless girl!

Yarne: Heh, and so humble as well... In any case, I'm happy to try and help 
you get those memories back however I can. Someday soon I bet we'll be able 
to laugh about all the old times--now included!

Morgan: Heh, right!
=====================================================
Yarne B

Yarne: The day's almost over and I'm still alive! But I still have to make it 
to my... tent? Is someone passed out over there? Wait, is that Morgan?!

Morgan: Nn... nngh...

Yarne: Morgan! Morgan, are you all right?! What happened?!

Morgan: ...Wha--?! Yarne! Wh-what am I doing here? Was I asleep?! I don't 
even remember feeling tired... Oh right! I was bashing that huge tome against 
my head when I blacked out. That explains why my face hurts so bad...

Yarne: Bashing your... Morgan, why in the WORLD would you do that?! Wait, 
were you trying to get your memories back?

Morgan: Well, yeah! Obviously. If you ever saw me bludgeoning myself just for 
fun, I hope you'd put a stop to it...

Yarne: I'll stop you even if it's NOT just for fun, you nitwit! Look, I know 
you want your memories back, but please... Don't do anything reckless.

Morgan: ...But I want to be able to talk with you about old times again.

Yarne: I know, Morgan, and I want that, too. But more than that, I want you 
safe.
I may just be another stranger to you, but to me, you're family. In the 
future, with Mother and Father gone, it was just the two of us. You're all I 
had, Morgan... I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you. Besides, 
your taguel blood is precious! We need you to help keep the species alive!

Morgan: All right. I'm sorry, Yarne.

Yarne: Just as long as you understand.

Morgan: ...Heh, that felt really siblingy just now. Don't you think? Me 
messing up and you scolding me felt... I don't know, it felt really 
plausible! Maybe if you keep it up, I'll remember something!

Yarne: You... really think so?

Morgan: Yeah! Oh yeah, this will totally work! So go on, keep yelling! C'mon, 
scream at your amnesiac sister, Yarne!

Yarne: I... I'm not really comfortable with-

Morgan: Hey, why don't you use the tome, too? Come on, don't hold back. 
Really wallop me with that thing! Maybe the simultaneous physical and mental 
shock will jar some memories loose! It's gotta be twice as effective as 
either one by itself, right? That's just basic science.

Yarne: Good night, Morgan...
=====================================================
Yarne A

Yarne: Hey, Morgan. I'm headed to the woods. Want to come along?

Morgan: I'd love to! Is there something in particular you need?

Yarne: I might pick up a couple of things, yeah. But mostly I think there's 
something YOU need.

Morgan: It doesn't have to do with getting my memories back, does it?

Yarne: The opposite, really. Maybe there's no need to worry about your 
memories.

Morgan: That... makes no sense.

Yarne: I'll be honest--it does hurt to know you've forgotten me. But... maybe 
it's better to build new memories than to worry about old ones.

Morgan: What do you mean?

Yarne: I've been thinking about this a lot. Why you might have lost your 
memories, I mean. And I'm wondering if you didn't have some awful memory you 
couldn't bear to keep. ....I know I've got a few. I see a lot of faces, you 
know? People we couldn't save...

Morgan: ...... I'm sorry you have to bear those dreadful memories, Yarne...

Yarne: Look, this is just a theory, and even if it's true, it's not like you 
did it consciously. But I do think that getting your memories back might not 
necessarily be a good thing.

Morgan: Hmm... I understand, and believe me, I appreciate the thought... But 
I want to remember things, no matter how painful they are. Because I'm sure 
there'll be plenty of great memories mixed in with the bad ones. And the 
truth, whatever it is... I really want to have that back, you know?

Yarne: Well, if you're sure, then I'm happy to help.

Morgan: That's really kind of you, Yarne, but do you truly realize what 
you're saying? I mean, it could be years before I remember anything. Or 
decades. Heck, there's a decent chance I may never get my memories back at 
all. I don't want to drag you into something that could last forever.

Yarne: I'm already stuck with you forever, you goof. I'm your brother! We're 
family--memories or no. You couldn't keep me away.

Morgan: Yarne, I... *sniff* Thank you! I'll do everything I can!

Yarne: Then start by coming with me to the woods!

Morgan: Huh? But you said that doesn't have to do with getting my memories 
back.

Yarne: Hey, there's no rule that says you can't have a little fun while you 
try. And there's certainly no rule against making happy new memories, either. 
You're young! Live a little! There'll be plenty of time to worry later.

Morgan: Right... You're right! Thanks, Brother!
=====================================================
Severa+ C

Morgan: Let's see here... Birthday? May 5th... Favorite colors? Blue and 
purple... Favorite food? Probably bear meat...

Severa: What are you mumbling about over there, Morgan?

Morgan: Least favorite food? Veggies, apparently. Don't seem to mind them 
now, though...

Severa: Morgan!

Morgan: Oh! Severa?! Guess I was pretty out of it to miss my own sister 
paying a visit! Did you need something?

Severa: Why are you standing there muttering like a madwoman? Are you 
practicing some new magic incantations or something?

Morgan: Nope! Just going back over my notes on what you told me about myself. 
I was hoping they'd hold some clue that might help spark my memory. Heh. It's 
kind of crazy how much you know about me, huh? Like, I really once got five 
nosebleeds in the same day? I have no memory of that at all. AT ALL! Ha ha 
ha! I can just imagine...

Severa: Well, you're still as cheerful, that's for sure. And as talkative as 
ever...

Morgan: I am? I mean, I was?! Hmm, now that you mention it, that does 
sound...right, somehow. ...Heh. Everything still feels funny. Even you being 
my sister hasn't really clicked.

Severa: If you think it's strange for you, imagine how I feel... My kid 
sister starts talking to me like a stranger, asking questions about 
herself... I had no idea how to even interact with you. It was pretty rough, 
but I got used to it.

Morgan: Heh, yeah... Sorry about that. But that's just another reason why I'm 
working hard to get my memories back. Once I do, nobody will have to feel 
weird or awkward around me again. Pretty noble, huh? I'm such a sweet, 
selfless girl!

Severa: Heh, and so humble as well... In any case, I'm glad to help you get 
those memories back however I can. Someday soon I bet we'll be able to laugh 
about the old times--now included!

Morgan: Heh, right!
=====================================================
Severa B

Severa: Whew! Another long day of combat... I'm spent. Think I'll hit the hay 
ear... ly? Is someone passed out over there? Wait, is that Morgan?!

Morgan: Nn... nngh...

Severa: Morgan! Morgan, are you all right?! What happened?!

Morgan: ...Wha--?! Severa! Wh-what am I doing here? Was I asleep?! I don't 
even remember feeling tired... Oh, right! I was bashing that huge tome 
against my head when I blacked out. That explains why my face hurts so bad...

Severa: Bashing your... Are you an IDIOT?! Why would you do that?! Wait, are 
you trying to get your memories back?

Morgan: Well, yeah! Obviously. If you ever saw me bludgeoning myself just for 
fun, I hope you'd put a stop to it...

Severa: I'll stop you even if it's NOT just for fun, you moron! Getting your 
memories back doesn't do you any good if you're dead. Okay?!

Morgan: ...But I want to be able to talk with you about old times again.

Severa: Yeah, I know, Morgan, and I want that, too. But more than that, I 
want you ALIVE. I may just be another stranger to you, but to me you're 
family. In the future, with Mother and Father gone, it was just the two of 
us. You're all I had, Morgan... I don't know what I'd do if anything happened 
to you.

Morgan: All right. I'm sorry, Severa.

Severa: Sheesh. What a nightmare...

Morgan: ...Heh, that felt really siblingy just now. Don't you think? Me 
messing up and you scolding me felt... I don't know, it felt really 
plausible! Maybe if you keep it up, I'll remember something!

Severa: Um, I guess?

Morgan: Yeah! Oh yeah, this will totally work! So go on, keep on yelling! 
C'mon, scream at you amnesiac sister, Severa!

Severa: That is the stupidest--

Morgan: Hey, why don't you use the tome, too? Come one, don't hold back. 
Really wallop me with that thing! Maybe the simultaneous physical and mental 
shock will jar some memories loose! It's gotta be twice as effective as 
either one by itself, right? That's just basic science.

Severa: Gawds, you idiot...
=====================================================
Severa A

Severa: Hey, Morgan. I'm headed into town. Want to come with?

Morgan: I'd love to! Is there something in particular you need?

Severa: I might pick up a couple of things, yeah. But mostly I think there's 
something YOU need.

Morgan: It doesn't have to do with getting my memories back, does it?

Severa: The opposite, really. Maybe there's no need to worry about your 
memories.

Morgan: That... makes no sense.

Severa: I'll be honest--it does hurt to know you've forgotten me. But I still 
think it's better to build new memories than worry about the old ones.

Morgan: What do you mean?

Severa: I've been thinking about this a lot. Why you might have lost your 
memories, I mean. And I'm wondering if you didn't have some awful memory you 
couldn't bear to keep. ...I know I've got a few. I see a lot of faces, you 
know? People we couldn't save...

Morgan: ...... I'm sorry you have to bear those dreadful memories, Severa...

Severa: Look, this is just a theory, and even if it is true, it's not like 
you did it on purpose. But I do think that getting your memories back might 
not necessarily be a good thing.

Morgan: Hmm... I understand, and believe me, I appreciate the thought... But 
I want to remember things, no matter how painful they are. Because I'm sure 
there'll be plenty of great memories mixed with the bad ones. And the truth, 
whatever it is... I really want to have that back, you know?

Severa: Well, if you're sure, then I gueeess I can help.

Morgan: That's really kind of you, Severa, but do you truly realize what 
you're saying? I mean, it could be years before I remember anything. Or 
decades. Heck, there's a decent chance I may never get my memories back at 
all. I don't want to drag you into something that could last forever.

Severa: I'm already stuck with you forever, idiot. I'm your sister! We're 
family--memories or no. You couldn't keep me away.

Morgan: Severa, I... *sniff* Thank you! I'll do everything I can!

Severa: Then start by coming with me into town.

Morgan: Huh? But you said that doesn't have to do with getting my memories 
back.

Severa: Hey, there's no rule that says you can't have a little fun while you 
try. And there's certainly no rule against making some new memories, either. 
You're young! Live a little! There'll be plenty of time to worry later.

Morgan: Right... You're right! Thanks, sis!
=====================================================
Nah+ C

Morgan: Let's see here... Birthday? May 5th... Favorite colors? Blue and 
purple... Favorite food? Probably bear meat...

Nah: What are you mumbling about over there, Morgan?

Morgan: Least favorite food? Veggies, apparently. Don't seem to mind them 
now, though...

Nah: Hey! Don't ignore me!

Morgan: Oh! Nah?! Guess I was pretty out of it to miss my own sister paying a 
visit! Did you need something?

Nah: Just wondering what you were chanting over there... Are you practicing 
some new magic incantations or something?

Morgan: Nope! Just going back over my notes on what you told me about myself. 
I was hoping they'd hold some clue that might help spark my memory. Heh. It's 
kind of crazy how much you know about me, huh? Like, I really once got five 
nosebleeds in the same day? I have no memory of that at all. AT ALL! Ha ha 
ha! I can just imagine...

Nah: Well, you're still as cheerful, that's for sure. And as talkative as 
ever...

Morgan: I am? I mean, I was?! Hmm, now that you mention it, that does 
sound...right, somehow. ...Heh. Everything still feels funny. Even you being 
my sister hasn't really clicked.

Nah: If you think it's strange for you, imagine how I feel... My kid sister 
starts talking to me like a stranger, asking questions about herself... I had 
no idea how to even interact with you. It was pretty rough, but I got used to 
it.

Morgan: Heh, yeah... Sorry about that. But that's just another reason why I'm 
working hard to get my memories back. Once I do, nobody will have to feel 
weird or awkward around me again. Pretty noble, huh? I'm such a sweet, 
selfless girl!

Nah: Heh, and so humble as well... In any case, I'm happy to try and help you 
get those memories back however I can. Someday soon I bet we'll be able to 
laugh about all the old times--now included!

Morgan: Heh, right!
=====================================================
Nah B

Nah: Whew! Another long day of combat... I'm bushed. Think I'll hit the hay 
ear... ly? Is someone passed out over there? Wait, is that Morgan?!

Morgan: Nn...nngh...

Nah: Morgan! Morgan, are you all right?! What happened?!

Morgan: ...Wha--?! Nah! Wh-what am I doing here? Was I asleep?! I don't even 
remember feeling tired... Oh right! I was bashing that huge tome against my 
head when I blacked out. That explains why my face hurts so bad...

Nah: Bashing your... Morgan, why in the WORLD would you do that?! Wait, were 
you trying to get your memories back?

Morgan: Well, yeah! Obviously. If you ever saw me bludgeoning myself just for 
fun, I hope you'd put a stop to it...

Nah: I'll stop you even if it's NOT just for fun, you nitwit! Look, I know 
you want your memories back, but please... Don't do anything reckless.

Morgan: ...But I want to be able to talk with you about old times again.

Nah: I know, Morgan, and I want that, too. But more than that, I want you 
safe. I may just be another stranger to you, but to me, you're family. In the 
future, with Mother and Father gone, it was just the two of us. You're all I 
had, Morgan... I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you.

Morgan: All right. I'm sorry, Nah.

Nah: Just as long as you understand.

Morgan: ...Heh, that felt really siblingy just now. Don't you think? Me 
messing up and you scolding me felt... I don't know, it felt really 
plausible! Maybe if you keep it up, I'll remember something!

Nah: You... really think so?

Morgan: Yeah! Oh yeah, this will totally work! So go on, keep yelling! C'mon, 
scream at your amnesiac sister, Nah!

Nah: I... I'm not really comfortable with-

Morgan: Hey, why don't you use the tome, too? Come on, don't hold back. 
Really wallop me with that thing! Maybe the simultaneous physical and mental 
shock will jar some memories loose! It's gotta be twice as effective as 
either one by itself, right? That's just basic science.

Nah: Good night, Morgan...
=====================================================
Nah A

Nah: Hey, Morgan. I'm headed into town, Morgan. Would you like to come along?

Morgan: I'd love to! Is there something in particular you need?

Nah: I might pick up a couple of things, yes. But mostly I think there's 
something YOU need.

Morgan: It doesn't have to do with getting my memories back, does it?

Nah: The opposite, really. Maybe there's no need to worry about your 
memories.

Morgan: That... makes no sense.

Nah: I'll be honest--it does hurt to know you've forgotten me... But maybe 
it's better to build new memories than to worry about old ones.

Morgan: What do you mean?

Nah: I've been thinking about this a lot. Why you might have lost your 
memories, I mean. And I'm wondering if you didn't have some awful memory you 
couldn't bear to keep. ....I know I've got a few. I see a lot of faces, you 
know? People we couldn't save...

Morgan: ...... I'm sorry you have to bear those dreadful memories, Nah...

Nah: Look, this is just a theory, and even if it's true, it's not like you 
did it consciously. But I do think that getting your memories back might not 
be necessarily a good thing.

Morgan: Hmm... I understand, and believe me, I appreciate the thought... But 
I want to remember things, no matter how painful they are. Because I'm sure 
there'll be plenty of great memories mixed in with the bad ones. And the 
truth, whatever it is... I really want to have that back, you know?

Nah: Well, if you're sure, then I am happy to help.

Morgan: That's really kind of you, Nah, but do you truly realize what you're 
saying? I mean, it could be years before I remember anything. Or decades. 
Heck, there's a decent chance I may never get my memories back at all. I 
don't want to drag you into something that could last forever.

Nah: I'm already stuck with you forever, you goof. I'm your sister! We're 
family--memories or no. You couldn't keep me away.

Morgan: Nah, I... *sniff* Thank you! I'll do everything I can!

Nah: Then start by coming with me into town.

Morgan: Huh? But you said that doesn't have to do with getting my memories 
back.

Nah: Hey, there's no rule that says you can't have a little fun while you 
try. And there's certainly no rule against making happy new memories, either. 
You're young! Live a little! There'll be plenty of time to worry later.

Morgan: Right... You're right! Thanks, Sis!
=====================================================
Noire+ C

Morgan: Let's see here... Birthday? May 5th... Favorite colors? Blue and 
purple... Favorite food? Probably bear meat...

Noire: What are you mumbling about over there, Morgan?

Morgan: Least favorite food? Veggies, apparently. Don't seem to mind them 
now, though...

Noire: Morgan!

Morgan: Oh! Noire?! Guess I was pretty out of it to miss my own sister paying 
a visit! Did you need something?

Noire: J-just wondering what you were chanting over there... Whenever I hear 
something like that, it usually involves a curse...

Morgan: Nope! Just going back over my notes on what you told me about myself. 
I was hoping they'd hold some clue that might help spark my memory. Heh. It's 
kind of crazy how much you know about me, huh? Like, I really once got five 
nosebleeds in the same day? I have no memory of that at all. AT ALL! Ha ha 
ha! I can just imagine...

Noire: Well, you're still as cheerful, that's for sure. And as talkative as 
ever...

Morgan: I am? I mean, I was?! Hmm, now that you mention it, that does 
sound... right, somehow. ...Heh. Everything still feels funny. Even you being 
my sister hasn't really clicked.

Noire: If you think it's strange for you, imagine how I feel... My kid sister 
starts talking to me like a stranger, asking questions about herself... I had 
no idea how to even interact with you. It was pretty rough, but I got used to 
it.

Morgan: Heh, yeah... Sorry about that. But that's just another reason why I'm 
working hard to get my memories back. Once I do, nobody will have to feel 
weird or awkward around me again. Pretty noble, huh? I'm such a sweet, 
selfless girl!

Noire: Huh, and so humble as well... In any case, I'm happy to try and help 
you get those memories back however I can. Someday soon I bet we'll be able 
to laugh about all the old times--now included!

Morgan: Heh, right!
=====================================================
Noire B

Noire: Whew! Managed to survive another day... Think I'll hit the hay  ear... 
ly? Is someone passed out over there? Wait, is that Morgan?!

Morgan: Nn... nngh...

Noire: Morgan! Morgan, are you all right?! What happened?!

Morgan: ...Wha--?! Noire! Wh-what am I doing here? Was I asleep?! I don't 
even remember feeling tired... Oh right! I was bashing that huge tome against 
my head when I blacked out. That explains why my face hurts so bad...

Noire: Bashing your... Morgan, why in the WORLD would you do that?! Wait, 
were you trying to get your memories back?

Morgan: Well, yeah! Obviously. If you ever saw me bludgeoning myself just for 
fun, I hope you'd put a stop to it...

Noire: I'll stop you even if it's NOT just for fun, you fool! Look, I know 
you want your memories back, but please... Don't do anything reckless.

Morgan: ...But I want to be able to talk with you about old times again.

Noire: I know, Morgan, and I want that, too. But more than that, I want you 
safe. I may just be another stranger to you, but to me, you're family. In the 
future, with Mother and Father gone, it was just the two of us. You're all I 
had, Morgan... I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you.

Morgan: All right. I'm sorry, Noire.

Noire: Just as long as you understand.

Morgan: ...Heh, that felt really siblingy just now. Don't you think? Me 
messing up and you scolding me felt... I don't know, it felt really 
plausible! Maybe if you keep it up, I'll remember something!

Noire: You... really think so?

Morgan: Yeah! Oh yeah, this will totally work! So go on, keep yelling! C'mon, 
scream at your amnesiac sister, Noire!

Noire: Um, I'm not really comfortable with-

Morgan: Hey, why don't you use the tome, too? Come on, don't hold back. 
Really wallop me with that thing! Maybe the simultaneous physical and mental 
shock will jar some memories loose! It's gotta be twice as effective as 
either one by itself, right? That's just basic science.

Noire: I am NOT doing that!
=====================================================
Noire A

Noire: Hey, Morgan. I'm headed into town. Want to come along?

Morgan: I'd love to! Is there something in particular you need?

Noire: I might pick up a couple of things, yes. But mostly I think there's 
something YOU need.

Morgan: It doesn't have to do with getting my memories back, does it?

Noire: The opposite, really. Maybe there's no need to worry about your 
memories.

Morgan: That... makes no sense.

Noire: I'll be honest--it does hurt to know you've forgotten me... But maybe 
it's better to build new memories than to worry about old ones.

Morgan: What do you mean?

Noire: I've been thinking about this a lot. Why you might have lost your 
memories, I mean. And I'm wondering if you didn't have some awful memory you 
couldn't bear to keep. .... I know I've got a few. I see a lot of faces, you 
know? People we couldn't save...

Morgan: ...... I'm sorry you have to bear those dreadful memories, Noire...

Noire: Look, this is just a theory, and even if it's true, it's not like you 
did it unconsciously. But I do think that getting your memories back might 
not be necessarily a good thing.

Morgan: Hmm... I understand, and believe me, I appreciate the thought... But 
I want to remember things, no matter how painful they are. Because I'm sure 
there'll be plenty of great memories mixed in with the bad ones. And the 
truth, whatever it is... I really want to have that back, you know?

Noire: Well, if you're sure, then I am happy to help.

Morgan: That's really kind of you, Noire, but do you truly realize what 
you're saying? I mean, it could be years before I remember anything. Or 
decades. Heck, there's a decent chance I may never get my memories back at 
all. I don't want to drag you into something that could last forever.

Noire: BLOOD AND THUNDER! WE ARE KIN, FOOL! TWO SOULS CONNECTED BY BIRTH AND 
BLOOD! NEVER AGAIN IMPLY THAT I MIGHT BE SO SHAMELESS AS TO ABANDON YOU!

Morgan: Eek! I'm sorry, Noire! Really! P-please, let me make it up to you!

Noire: ...V-very well. You can start by coming with me into town.

Morgan: Huh? But you said that doesn't have to do with getting my memories 
back.

Noire: Hey, there's no rule that says you can't have a little fun while you 
try. And there's certainly no rule against making happy new memories, either. 
You're young! Live a little! There'll be plenty of time to worry later.

Morgan: Right... You're right! Thanks, Sis!
=====================================================
Inigo+ C

Morgan: Let's see here... Birthday? May 5th... Favorite colors? Blue and 
purple... Favorite food? Probably bear meat...

Inigo: What are you mumbling about over there, Morgan?

Morgan: Least favorite food? Veggies, apparently. Don't seem to mind them 
now, though...

Inigo: Morgan!

Morgan: Oh! Inigo?! Guess I was pretty out of it to miss my own brother 
paying a visit! Did you need something?

Inigo: Just wondering what you were chanting over there... You practicing 
some new magic incantations or something?

Morgan: Nope! Just going back over my notes on what you told me about myself
I was hoping they'd hold some clue that might help spark my memory. Heh. It's 
kind of crazy how much you know about me, huh? Like, I really once got five 
nosebleeds in the same day? I have no memory of that at all. AT ALL! Ha ha 
ha! I can just imagine...

Inigo: Well, you're still as cheerful, that's for sure. And as talkative as 
ever...

Morgan: I am? I mean, I was?! Hmm, now that you mention it, that does 
sound... right, somehow. ...Heh. Everything still feels funny. Even you being 
my brother hasn't really clicked.

Inigo: If you think it's strange for you, imagine how I feel... My kid sister 
starts talking to me like a stranger, asking questions about herself... I had 
no idea how to even interact with you. It was pretty rough, but I got used to 
it.

Morgan: Heh, yeah... Sorry about that. But that's just another reason why I'm 
working hard to get my memories back. Once I do, nobody will have to feel 
weird or awkward around me again. Pretty noble, huh? I'm such a sweet, 
selfless girl!

Inigo: Heh, and so humble as well... In any case, I'm happy to try and help 
you get those memories back however I can. Someday soon I bet we'll be able 
to laugh about all the old times--now included!

Morgan: Heh, right!
=====================================================
Inigo B

Inigo: Whew! Another long day of combat... I'm bushed. Think I'll hit the hay 
ear... ly? Is someone passed out over there? Wait, is that Morgan?!

Morgan: Nn... nngh...

Inigo: Morgan! Morgan, are you all right?! What happened?!

Morgan: ...Wha--?! Inigo! Wh-what am I doing here? Was I asleep?! I don't 
even remember feeling tired... Oh right! I was bashing that huge tome against 
my head when I blacked out. That explains why my face hurts so bad...

Inigo: Bashing your... Morgan, why in the WORLD would you do that?! Wait, 
were you trying to get your memories back?

Morgan: Well, yeah! Obviously. If you ever saw me bludgeoning myself just for 
fun, I hope you'd put a stop to it...

Inigo: I'll stop you even if it's NOT just for fun, you nitwit! Look, I know 
you want your memories back, but please... Don't do anything reckless.

Morgan: ...But I want to be able to talk with you about old times again.

Inigo: I know, Morgan, and I want that, too. But more than that, I want you 
safe.
I may just be another stranger to you, but to me, you're family. In the 
future, with Mother and Father gone, it was just the two of us. You're all I 
had, Morgan... I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you.

Morgan: All right. I'm sorry, Inigo.

Inigo: Just as long as you understand.

Morgan: ...Heh, that felt really siblingy just now. Don't you think? Me 
messing up and you scolding me felt... I don't know, it felt really 
plausible! Maybe if you keep it up, I'll remember something!

Inigo: You... really think so?

Morgan: Yeah! Oh yeah, this will totally work! So go on, keep yelling! C'mon, 
scream at your amnesiac sister, Inigo!

Inigo: I... I'm not really comfortable with-

Morgan: Hey, why don't you use the tome, too? Come on, don't hold back. 
Really wallop me with that thing! Maybe the simultaneous physical and mental 
shock will jar some memories loose! It's gotta be twice as effective as 
either one by itself, right? That's just basic science.

Inigo: Good night, Morgan...
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Inigo A

Inigo: Hey, Morgan. I'm headed into town. Want to come along?

Morgan: I'd love to! Is there something in particular you need?

Inigo: I might pick up a couple of things, yeah. But mostly I think there's 
something YOU need.

Morgan: It doesn't have to do with getting my memories back, does it?

Inigo: The opposite, really. Maybe there's no need to worry about your 
memories.

Morgan: That...makes no sense.

Inigo: I'll be honest--it does hurt to know you've forgotten me. But... maybe 
it's better to build new memories than to worry about old ones.

Morgan: What do you mean?

Inigo: I've been thinking about this a lot. Why you might have lost your 
memories, I mean. And I'm wondering if you didn't have some awful memory you 
couldn't bear to keep. .... I know I've got a few. I see a lot of faces, you 
know? People we couldn't save...

Morgan: ...... I'm sorry you have to bear those dreadful memories, Inigo...

Inigo: Look, this is just a theory, and even if it's true, it's not like you 
did it consciously. But I do think that getting your memories back might not 
necessarily be a good thing.

Morgan: Hmm... I understand, and believe me, I appreciate the thought... But 
I want to remember things, no matter how painful they are. Because I'm sure 
there'll be plenty of great memories mixed in with the bad ones. And the 
truth, whatever it is... I really want to have that back, you know?

Inigo: Well, if you're sure, then I'm happy to help.

Morgan: That's really kind of you, Inigo, but do you truly realize what 
you're saying? I mean, it could be years before I remember anything. Or 
decades. Heck, there's a decent chance I may never get my memories back at 
all. I don't want to drag you into something that could last forever.

Inigo: I'm already stuck with you forever, you goof. I'm your brother! We're 
family--memories or no. You couldn't keep me away.

Morgan: Inigo, I... *sniff* Thank you! I'll do everything I can!

Inigo: Then start by coming with me into town.

Morgan: Huh? But you said that doesn't have to do with getting my memories 
back.

Inigo: Hey, there's no rule that says you can't have a little fun while you 
try. And there's certainly no rule against making happy new memories, either. 
You're young! Live a little! There'll be plenty of time to worry later.

Morgan: Right... You're right! Thanks, Brother!
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Gerome+ C

Morgan: Let's see here... Birthday? May 5th... Favorite colors? Blue and 
purple... Favorite food? Probably bear meat...

Gerome: What are you mumbling about over there, Morgan?

Morgan: Least favorite food? Veggies, apparently. Don't seem to mind them 
now, though...

Gerome: Morgan!

Morgan: Oh! Gerome?! Guess I was pretty out of it to miss my own brother 
paying a visit! Did you need something?

Gerome: Just wondering what you were chanting over there... You practicing 
some new magic incantations?

Morgan: Nope! Just going back over my notes on what you told me about myself. 
I was hoping they'd hold some clue that might help spark my memory.
Heh. It's kind of crazy how much you know about me, huh? Like, I really once 
got five nosebleeds in the same day? I have no memory of that at all. AT ALL! 
Ha ha ha! I can just imagine...

Gerome: You're still as cheerful, that's for sure. And as talkative as 
ever...

Morgan: I am? I mean, I was?! Hmm, now that you mention it, that does 
sound...right, somehow. ...Heh. Everything still feels funny. Even you being 
my brother hasn't really clicked.

Gerome: If you think it's strange for you, consider my position... My sister 
starts talking to me like a stranger, asking questions about herself... For a 
while there, I had no idea how to even interact with you.

Morgan: Heh, yeah... Sorry about that. But that's just another reason why I'm 
working hard to get my memories back. Once I do, nobody will have to feel 
weird or awkward around me again. Pretty noble, huh? I'm such a sweet, 
selfless girl!

Gerome: ...And so humble, too. Anyway, I'm happy to try and help you get 
those memories back however I can. I'm looking forward to having someone to 
laugh with about old times-now included.

Morgan: Heh, right!
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Gerome B

Gerome: Whew... Another long day of combat... Time to prepare Minerva for...
Is someone passed out over there? Wait, is that Morgan?!

Morgan: Nn...nngh...

Gerome: Morgan, are you all right?! What happened?

Morgan: ...Wha--?! Gerome! Wh-what am I doing here? Was I asleep?! I don't 
even remember feeling tired... Oh right! I was bashing that huge tome against 
my head when I blacked out. That explains why my face hurts so bad...

Gerome: Why in the world would you do something like that?! ...Wait, were you 
trying to get your memories back?

Morgan: Well, yeah! Obviously. If you ever saw me bludgeoning myself just for 
fun, I hope you'd put a stop to it...

Gerome: I'll stop you even if it's NOT just for fun! Look, I know you want 
your memories back, but please... Don't do anything reckless.

Morgan: ...But I want to be able to talk with you about old times again.

Gerome: I know, Morgan, and I want that, too. But more than that, I want you 
safe. I may just be another stranger to you, but to me, you're family. In the 
future, with Mother and Father gone, it was just the two of us and Minerva. 
You're all I had, Morgan... I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to 
you.

Morgan: All right. I'm sorry, Gerome.

Gerome: Just as long as you understand.

Morgan: ...Heh, that felt really siblingy just now. Don't you think? Me 
messing up and you scolding me felt... I don't know, it felt really 
plausible! Maybe if you keep it up, I'll remember something!

Gerome: You think so?

Morgan: Yeah! Oh yeah, this will totally work! So go on, keep yelling! C'mon, 
scream at your amnesiac sister, Gerome!

Gerome: ......

Morgan: Hey, why don't you use the tome, too? Come on, don't hold back. 
Really wallop me with that thing! Maybe the simultaneous physical and mental 
shock will jar some memories loose! It's gotta be twice as effective as 
either one by itself, right? That's just basic science.

Gerome: ...Good night, Morgan.
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Gerome A

Gerome: I'm heading into town, Morgan. Care to come along?

Morgan: I'd love to! Is there something in particular you need? I might pick 
up a couple of things, yes. But mostly I think there's something YOU need.

Morgan: It doesn't have to do with getting my memories back, does it?

Gerome: The opposite, really. Perhaps there's no need to worry about your 
memories.

Morgan: That... makes no sense.

Gerome: In truth, I find it a bit hard to swallow that you've forgotten me... 
But perhaps it's better to build new memories than to worry about old ones.

Morgan: What do you mean?

Gerome: I've given this a lot of thought. Why you might have lost your 
memories, I mean. And I'm wondering if you didn't have some awful memoryy you 
couldn't bear to keep. I know I have so very many. People we couldn't save... 
Lives needlessly wasted...

Morgan: ...... I'm sorry you have to bear those dreadful memories, Gerome...

Gerome: It is only a theory, anhd even if true, I don't believe it's anything 
you did unconsciously. But I do think that getting your memories back may not 
be a good thing.

Morgan: Hmm... I understand, and believe me, I appreciate the thought... But 
I want to remember things, no matter how painful they are. Because I'm sure 
there'll be plenty of great memories mixed in with the bad ones. And the 
truth, whatever it is... I really want to have that back, you know?

Gerome: Well, if you're sure, then I am happy to help.

Morgan: That's really kind of you, Gerome, but do you truly realize what 
you're saying? I mean, it could be years before I remember anything. Or 
decades. Heck, there's a decent chance I may never get my memories back at 
all. I don't want to drag you into something that could last forever.

Gerome: I'm already stuck with you forever. I'm your brother. We're family-
memories or no. You couldn't keep me away.

Morgan: Gerome, I... *sniff* Thank you! I'll do everything I can!

Gerome: Then climb up on Minerva and come with me to town.

Morgan: Huh? But you said that doesn't have to do with getting my memories 
back.

Gerome: There's no rule that says you can't have a little fun while you try. 
And there's certainly no rule against making happy new memories, either. 
You're young yet. There will be plenty of time for worry later.

Morgan: Right... You're right! Thanks, Brother!
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Morgan's Buddy Supports:

Male Morgan:

Owain# C

Owain: Ah ha! I've found you, Morgan!

Morgan: What? What's wrong? Has something happened?

Owain: Aye, the second I saw you, something happened! I knew you for my one 
and only rival!

Morgan: Beg your pardon?

Owain: My soul sensed your powerful aura, and at once realized our cosmic 
incongruity!

Morgan: Wow, I... must not have noticed.

Owain: You are the only one who could ever stand as my equal in battle. 
Now... ANSWER MY CALL!

Morgan: I'm still not sure what you're talking about, but you sound 
absolutely convinced. And to be honest, I found myself... intrigued. Even 
though it makes no earthly sense. I can't see how any self-respecting warrior 
could turn away such a fiery passion.

Owain: Just so, my eternal ally-versary!

Morgan: Yes, it's so clear to me now. So obvious! Truly, we were fated to 
clash as rivals!

Owain: The gauntlet is thrown! Let our extremely protracted duel to the death 
begin! But let us not, in our haste for glory, forget to observe the one 
sacred rule of combat! ...When I'm shouting a move name, you have to wait for 
me to finish. I shall extend the same courtesy to you, as a fellow brother of 
the Justice Cabal.

Morgan: I agree to your terms, mortal foe! ...Though I doubt the enemies I've 
encountered would be quite so patient.

Owain: I fear the scum you've faced are berserkers, their honor lost to blood 
madness!

Morgan: I never knew...

Owain: Now, let us begin... Have at you, sir!

Morgan: Face me if you dare!
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Owain B

Owain: Come, my ordained ally-versaery! Let our battle cries rend the very 
heavens above!

Morgan: May the song our crossing blades echo unto eternity!

Owain: I shall be the first to strike! Radiaaant...DAAAAAAWN!

Morgan: Too slow! I parry with ease!

Owain: Y-you do?!

Morgan: Is that all you've got, fiend?!

Owain: Impossible! How could he have defeated my ultimate special move?!

Morgan: Ha ha! My turn! Flamingo... PUUUUUUNCH!

Owain: I don't even need to dodge such a pathetic fireball. I deflect it back 
at you! KA-PWING!

Morgan: Waugh?!

Owain: Heh heh. Child's play.

Morgan: But... how?! How did he return my arcane magic?!

Owain: It seems we're at a stalemate, my rival. Till next the fated hour is 
tolled!

Morgan: I'll not let you off so easy nest time! I swear it! I SWEEEEAR!

Owian/Morgan: ..... Ha ah ha ah ha ah ha!

Owain: That. Was. AWAZING!

Morgan: Oh my gosh, right?! You were great, Owain!

Owain: Hardly! For being new to this, you nearly blew me away!

Morgan: Please, you're too modest. I'm nowhere near as good as you. I'm 
surprised how much fun it is to think this stuff up on the fly.

Owain: And it only gets better from here! So...same time next week?

Morgan: Sure! I can't wait! 
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Owain A

Owain: The bell tolls for thee, Morgan. The fated hour is upon us. I ready my 
true ultimate move...

Morgan: Actually, can you hold that thought for just a minute, Owain?

Owain: Craven! You would flee from this sacred duel?!

Morgan: No, no, I'm all set to go. I just thought I'd go invite some of the 
others, too.

Owain: The... others?

Morgan: Sure! Games like these are best in groups. The more the merrier, 
right?

Owain: ...A game? A GAME?! You dare insult the sacred affairs of the fated 
hour?! You dare compare our battle to the capering of fools upon a gilded 
stage?!

Morgan: No! I have nothing but respect for it! It always picks me up on slow 
days.

Owain: That is so not the point, Morgan!

Morgan: It isn't? I don't understand.

Owain: Oh, forget it. Just...forget it. And besides, the others wouldn't come 
anyway. They all treat me like an idiot when I make up moves.

Morgan: I've certainly never heard anyone say anything.

Owain: Trust me. They think I'm just a big kid. That's why I chose you as my 
rival. You take me seriously!

Morgan: Owain, I'm sorry. I didn't mean any disrespect by it.

Owain: No, it's fine. I know I'm pathetic. Just forget I said anything, all 
right?

Morgan: I don't think so.

Owain: What? Why not?

Morgan: Because it makes me happy to hear you speak from the heart. We may be 
eternal rivals, but we're friends first and last. You can tell me anything!

Owain: You... You mean that?

Morgan: Of course! If I can withstand your Nephenee's Lance attack, I think I 
can handle your feelings.

Owain: I still call no fair on that. I totally had you.

Morgan: Ha ha! You're dreaming. You've always been a dreamer, Owain. 
Everybody loves that about you. And they respect you for marching to the beat 
of you own drum.

Owain: I guess so.

Morgan: Well, I know so, friend. So have some confidence!

Owain: All right. I will! Thanks, Morgan. So, uh... Do you think we could 
still...

Morgan: The code of the Justice Cabal demands no less. Our rivalry is 
undying! Now help me come up with some new moves!

Owain: You get it!
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Yarne# C

Morgan: Ha ha, those guys are hilarious! Eating dinner as a big group is so 
much fun! And oof-- I am stuffed! I'm gonna sleep well tonight... Oh, hey 
Yarne!

Yarne: Oh, uh... Hi, Morgan.

Morgan: What are you up to all by yourself? The rest of us just finished 
dinner.

Yarne: You're chipper as always.

Morgan: Yarne, is everything all right? If you're not feeling well, I can get 
you something.

Yarne: No, nothing like that. I'm fine. I'm just surprised you can stay so 
cheery all the time. The war's got us in a constant panic, and you're an 
amnesiac on top of it! How do you do it?

Morgan: I never really stopped to think about it... I guess I was just born 
this way?

Yarne: Well, I'm jealous. I bet you're all smiles in the middle of combat , 
too, huh? I can't even imagine wanting to fight, even if I were all bubbly...

Morgan: Well, maybe you wouldn't be so scared if I stuck close and kept you 
safe!

Yarne: You... You'd do that?

Morgan: Well, sure! We're in this thing together, aren't we? I'm happy to do 
what I can to help.

Yarne: Wow, Morgan. Thank you. I really appreciate that! If things get hairy 
out there, I'll be counting on you to save me!

Morgan: Ha! It's a promise! 
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Yarne B

Morgan: Hey, Yarne.

Yarne: Oh, hey. Did you need me?

Morgan: Off by yourself again? You should come eat with the rest of us!

Yarne: That's just it. I'm not exactly part of the rest of us. Two days after 
you showed up, you were already everybody's best friend. What's your secret?

Morgan: Aw, heck. I dunno!

Yarne: All I ever hear from others is that I'm a big coward. They're always 
lecturing me.

Morgan: But you're just doing what you have to in order to keep the taguel 
bloodline going.

Yarne: See, YOU get it!

Morgan: Well, sure! You're the last of am entire race! Who wouldn't 
understand that?

Yarne: Literally everyone but you...

Morgan: Well, I think you're pretty brave to be fighting, given all that's 
riding on you. ...Hey, maybe that's why I'm so upbeat? Because I lost my 
memories?

Yarne: How would that make you happier?

Morgan: I don't have any grand fate or dark past to weigh me down. No 
heritage to carry on. I can just be me.

Yarne: And "just you" is a cheery guy?

Morgan: Apparently! Besides, in times this harsh, every group needs one joker 
to lighten the mood. I guess I fell into the role and I've been havinng too 
much fun to stop!

Yarne: You're something else, Morgan...

Morgan: Give it a try! I bet you'll be pleasantly surprised! 
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Yarne A

Yarne: Morgan! You're not gonna believe this!

Morgan: What? What happened?

Yarne: After we spoke, I decided to reach out and join the group. I've been 
talking to the others more, and I make it a point to keep smiling. Not like 
an idiot, mind you, but just... you know. All friendly-like.

Morgan: Great! How's it working out?

Yarne: It was pretty awkward at first, and everyone was still a bit cold. But 
they've since warmed up! Now I've got people dropping by to chat all the 
time!

Morgan: hey, that's wonderful!

Yarne: For the first tim, I actually feel like part of a team.

Morgan: Well, I'm really glad to hear it, Yarne.

Yarne: It never would have happenedd without your advice, Morgan. I'm really 
glad we started talking. I'd always watched you and wished I could be like 
that. Now I think I'm even ready to take the lead in combat and start 
protecting my friends!

Morgan: I don't know what to say, Yarne. I'm blown away. *sniff*

Yarne: Whoa, whoa, whoa--! Why are you tearing up?

Morgan: I'm just really, really happy for you. I'd noticed before, you know? 
You always looked so lonely.

Yarne: I guess I was, until you came along. You're the best friend a taguel 
could ask for! And I'm going to keep at it until I'm as good a friend to you!

Morgan: I know it won't take but a week, tops! 
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Female Morgan:

Nah# C

Nah: Hah! ...Yah! ...Shah! ...Hrah!

Morgan: Um... are you all right, Nah? You've been clapping your hands over 
your head for a while now.

Nah: Oh! Morgan, I was... I was hoping no one would see me. I'm training in 
secret to overcome my one critical weakness.

Morgan: You have a weakness? Seriously? But, um, you're a dragon. How can you 
have a weakness?

Nah: Unfortunately, there is a rare subset of weapons that are a bane to my 
kind... Wyrmslayers.

Morgan: Oh, right! The swords said to cleave even the mighty scales of a 
manakete.

Nah: Correct. So to defend against it, I'm training in the art of blade 
grasping.

Morgan: Blade what-ing?

Nah: Grasping. It's a foriegn technique used by the greatest of swordmasters. 
You stop the opponent's sword midswing by clasping it between your open 
palms.

Morgan: That seems really... hard. Like impossible hard. Still, I guess it 
would be a pretty good way to stop a Wyrmslayer, if you could.

Nah: Yes, I know. But I'm having a difficult time figuring it out. Maybe I 
just don't have what it takes... Maybe I just don't have what it takes...

Morgan: No, Nah! It's way too early to give up on something so completely 
awesome! In fact, I'm gonna help you train!

Nah: Huh? Really?

Morgan: I don't know much about swordplay, but two heads are better than one, 
right? Just let me know what I can do!

Nah: Thanks, Morgan! That's very generous of you. Okay then. Why don't you 
attack me, and I'll try to catch your strike.

Morgan: All right, got it! We'll start with a bare-handed chop. Ready? 
...Yah!

Nah: Ow! That hurt!

Morgan: Aah! Sorry! I'm sorry, Nah!

Nah: If I can't even stop that, it's going to be a long time before I'm 
stopping swords...

Morgan: You'll get it. I'm sure of it! Just take it one step at a time. 
Together, we'll be unstoppable!

Nah: Aw, thanks, Morgan!
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Nah B

Morgan: Hyah!

Nah: Hah! Caught it!

Morgan: I'd say you're about ready to graduate from standard chops. That's 
ten in a row!

Nah: Yay!

Morgan: How about this? ...Yah!

Nah: Hah! ...Muh?! Wait, what happened? Did I miss? ...Gah!

Morgan: Oops! You all right? That one kinda snuck past, huh?

Nah: No fair, Morgan. You swung a second AFTER shouting!

Morgan: Well, there's no guarantee that your enemy will always play fair, is 
there?

Nah: Urk... No, I suppose not.

Morgan: ..... SNEAK ATTACK!

Nah: Wha- Yah! ...H-hey! I caught it!

Morgan: Whoa! That was amazing! You're getting really good at this!

Nah: And you're getting really sneaky!

Morgan: But you still caught it! You've got the reflexes of a master, Nah!

Nah: Although my head's still pounding from all the beating it took to get 
there...

Morgan: Still, I'd say you've cleared this stage. Next, let's work on 
switching things up like I did just now.

Nah: It's tough to judge the other person's timing with no clear warning.

Morgan: But in real combat situations, you'll need to make those judgements 
on the fly. Why don't we up the stakes a bit and have me start swinging a 
heavy tome!

Nah: Eep... That sounds a lot more painful than a bare-handed chop.

Morgan: That's the point! It'll be a good incentive.

Nah: Also, is it okay to be smacking me in the face with a magical tome?

Morgan: This is serious training! ...The tomes will understand.

Nah: ...Erm, all right. Go for it, then!

Morgan: Here comes!

Nah: Ready!
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Nah A

Morgan: Yaaah!

Nah: Hah! ...Caught it!

Morgan: Wow, that was perfect! You could stop a tome in your sleep by now, 
Nah! Congratulations!

Nah: Come at me anytime, anywhere!

Morgan: Anywhere? Hmm... Then let's change things up again with... THIS!

Nah: Hnngh! OW, Morgan! Why did you throw the book at my gut?!

Morgan: It's a legitimate combat scenario! You need to be ready for arrows 
and other flying junk, too. 

Nah: Morgan, it's called BLADE grasping! You're missing the point! Besides, 
I'm only worried about a Wyrmslayer here. Nobody's crazy enough to take a 
sword that rare and just chuck it at someone!

Morgan: Ah, right. Sorry. I guess I lost track of what we were doing here for 
a sec. ...Actually, wait a second. Nah, I'm just realizing this now, but...

Nah: Hmm?

Morgan: When you're in your dragon form... you have those short little arms, 
right? Can they ever reach over your head?

Nah: What?! They... I...

Morgan: ...They're short, aren't they? ...By about four feet.

Nah: ...If not more. Wow, that's depressing. All those bumps on the noggin 
for nothing...

Morgan: Aww, don't get so down. We'll just find another way! As long as we 
keep looking, we'll find a way to keep you safe from a Wyrmslayer!

Nah: ...Right. You're right. I'll keep thinking. Thank you, Morgan. It's 
great having a friend who's always so optimistic.

Morgan: Ha! That's about my only virtue, but thanks! So buck up, little 
camper! We'll beat this thing yet!

Nah: Right! Thanks, Morgan!
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Noire# C

Noire: Heh heh heh ha ha ha ha...

Morgan: Hm? What was that?

Noire: MWAAAH HA HA HA HA HA!

Morgan: D-don't tell me...

Noire: A POX ON THESE ENDLESS MARCHES! May camping out doors burin in 
perdition! The blood and the thunder demand a bed with pillows of softest 
down! SOFTEST DOWN, DAMN YOU!	

Morgan: Er... Are you all right, Noire?

Noire: Ack! M-Morgan?! I... Oh, dear.

Morgan: Um, look. I know we've been on the road for a while since the last 
town, but... Well, I didn't know it was bothering you this much. I'm right 
there with you, though. A nice, fluffy bed sounds amazing right now.

Noire: N-no, I... I'm alright, Morgan. I was just... Whenever I feel stressed 
and frustrated, I let it out like that. Shouting out loud helps relieve the 
pressure, you know? I do this fairly often, actually...

Morgan: Fairly often?!

Noire: Well, it's better to let it all out than have it build up inside me, 
right?

Morgan: So wait. You're really this stressed over not being able to sleep in 
a bed?

Noire: Um, yes and no. That was mostly just the first thing that came into 
mind. It's never that simple, though. Stress is a sum of all the little 
things in life.

Morgan: Yeah. I suppose it is. Anyway, I'm sorry you feel so frustrated.

Noire: No, it's all right. I'm sorry to have startled you, Morgan. I'll be 
going now.
(Noire leaves)

Morgan: She always seemed so quiet and gentle...
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Noire B

Noire: Heh heh heh ha ha ha ha...

Morgan: Oh, geez... Not again.

Noire: MWAH HA HA HA HA HA!

Morgan: Noire?!

Noire: MY TANGLED HAIR DEMANDS JUSTICE! My skin is as dry as the wastes of 
our forsaken future! This bleak and desiccated likfe of scavenging meals and 
endless night marches must end! END, DAMN YOU!

Morgan: A-are you sure you're all right? Should I get a healer? Or, um, a 
psychiatrist?

Noire: Ack! M-Morgan?! Um, hi. I'm afraid you've... caught me again. I don't, 
uh... I mean, this isn't... This is all so embarrassing.

Morgan: Is everything okay? Did something happen?

Noire: Honestly, even I don't really know why I'm feeling so pent up of late.

Morgan: Well, I hope you can find the source soon. It must be awful! And it, 
uh... It sounds like you're getting louder every time. To be honest, I'm a 
little worried about where this may go...

Noire: I know. I'm kinda worried, too.

Morgan: Well, no sense stressing over your stress levels! Get some rest and 
you'll feel better. Take it from me, the best thing to do in situations like 
this is forget your troubles! Just slap on a big grin and tell yourself 
everything's coming up Noire!

Noire: So... I should act like you?

Morgan: Give it a try, and see where it gets you!

Noire: Heh, I may just do that. Thank you, Morgan.

Morgan: My pleasure! And if there's ever anything on your mind, I'm always 
happy to listen. Honestly, I'm feeling pretty lucky after spotting one of 
your screaming sessions. Maybe some of that good fortune will rub off on you, 
too!

Noire: You make it sound like finding me screaming is like finding a four-
leaf clover.

Morgan: What? Not at all! That would be rude. ...It's more like seeing a 
shooting star.

Noire: Oh, well that's... Wait, how is that different?
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Noire A

Noire: Dum tee dum doo... Tra la la tee da...

Morgan: Heya, Noire.

Noire: M-Morgan! You've caught me in the act yet again.

Morgan: Yeah, but it's the act of humming! And you look so... cheery?

Noire: Do I? Oh, that's a relief! A while back, I finally pinpointed the 
source of my frustrations...

Morgan: Really? Congratulations! That's great!

Noire: Yes, right. See, because it's not exactly an easy problem to fix... 
The chief source of my stress is my own tendency to suddenly snap.

Morgan: Wait, what?

Noire: Well, I'd get angry, then feel ashamed of my outburst. Then that 
creates stress and... Well, I just end up in a big shame spiral.

Morgan: So getting stressed was getting you... stressed? Yeah, that does 
sound like a tricky problem.

Noire: It's hopeless unless I find some way to break this vicious cycle...

Morgan: Then wait, how come you were so happy a second ago?

Noire: Well, I figured that if my getting angry was the problem, I needed to 
be happy instead. Even if it meant just clearing my head of thought and 
enjoying a little mindless break. So I, um...

Morgan: Yes?

Noire: I tried to do my best to emulate you. No one rivals you for mindless 
happiness. ...And I mean that in the nicest possible way. So I hoped that 
even going through the motions might brighten me up a bit.

Morgan: Huh. Well, I'll be.

Noire: B-but please don't get the wrong idea! I know you must have your own 
troubles. I don't mean to dismiss them at all.

Morgan: Aw, don't worry about that! If it helps you, I think it's a great 
idea! Besides, I don't actualy have any troubles, so don't worry in the 
least.

Noire: Yes, and I'm very sor- Wait, you don't?

Morgan: Yup! No worries here! Emulate away. Heck, I'll even teach you! Tips 
and Tricks to Mindless Bliss: A Seminar by Morgan!

Noire: Are there really... Do you actually HAVE tips and tricks?

Morgan: Well, sure! Step one: Always wake up early to give yourself time to 
say hi to the songbirds.

Noire: W-wait, I should be writing these down! Oh, Morgan, will you train me 
in the ways of airheaded joy?

Morgan: You bet! We'll start with the east stuff. Prepare for some intense 
nap lessons!

Noire: Er... How does one train at napping? To say nothing of doing it 
"intensely."

Morgan: You don't even KNOW! It takes constant focus to cease all conscious 
thought! But don't worry- I'll have you spacing with the best of them in no 
time!

Noire: R-right!
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Contact Information and Credits

Contact information:
Contact me at: mishadoki@yahoo.com or on the Fire Emblem: Awakening Board.

Email any typos, conversations to contribute or anything that will help this 
script.

Credits:

Intelligent Systems, for making this game.

Nintendo of America, for localizing the game to America.

Serenes Forest, for providing a good chunk of the support conversations.

guy with awakening, a Canadian that contributed the first transcribed 
supports onto the internet before any Americans got ahold of it.
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