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    Fire Emblem: Awakening Support Log
    Version 1.0
    Copyright 2013 Mary T. Pham (Axelfire250)
    Contact: axelfire250@gmail.com
    
    Table of Contents
    
    I. Contact Information
    II. Version History
    III. Notes about the Support Log
    IV. Supports
    V. Credits, Special Thanks, Authorized Websites and Copyright
    
    -----I. Contact Information-----
    
    If you notice any typos, errors, major changes made in the EU version, have
    suggestions, etc., just shoot an email to axelfire250@gmail.com or you can
    just PM me. Please put like something GFAQs or Fire Emblem: Awakening Support
    Log in the subject/title so I don't assume your message is spam or something.
    
    -----II. Version History-----
    
    Version 1.0 - Support Log completed.
    
    -----III. Notes about the Support Log-----
    
    *All conversations were taken from the NA version of the game.
    
    *The avatar will be referred to as Robin.
    
    *Robin and Morgan will have either "(M)" or "(F)" after their name to specify
    their gender.
    
    *When jumping to a character's section in the support log use "CTRL+F" and
    type the first three letters of their name in brackets. In the case of Robin
    and Morgan, it's the first two letters with an "M" or "F" for their gender.
    
    *When searching for a specific support use "CRTL+F" and type in
    "Character1/Character2." Example, Chrom/Lissa.
    
    *The sibling versions of conversations with Lucina and Morgan(F), have an
    "(S)" after the sibling's name. Examples, Lucina/Morgan(MS),
    Owain(S)/Morgan(F).
    
    *Supports with children and their nonpredetermined parent will be listed as
    "Child/Father", in Lucina and Morgan(F)'s case replace "Father" with "Mother."
    
    -----IV. Supports-----
    
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    Robin(M)                                                                 [ROM]
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    Robin(M)/Chrom
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    C Support
    
    Robin(M): Can I ask you something, Chrom?
    Chrom: Uh-oh. Should I be nervous?
    Robin(M): When you found me collapsed and without memory, why did you take me 
    in?
    Chrom: Well... Because you were collapsed and without memory?
    Robin(M): That's it? Pity was your reason?
    Chrom: Isn't that enough?
    Robin(M): Did you never stop to consider if it was some kind of trap?
    Chrom: Heh, that's what I have Frederick for.
    Robin(M): But why didn't--
    Chrom: Robin, if I see someone hurt or in need, I'm going to help them. 
    That's who I am, and there's no changing it. Or would you rather I'd left you
    there, face down in the muck?
    Robin(M): No, of course not. I'm thankful for what you did, I truly am. But 
    it still scares me all the same. Chivalry and longetivity don't often go hand
    in hand.
    Chrom: Ha! I wish I had a gold coin for every time I got this lecture.
    Robin(M): 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 exact same
    thing...
    Robin(M): But--
    Chrom: Peace, Robin. I have heard your 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.
    Robin(M): 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.
    
    B Support
    
    Robin(M): Chrom! Are you all right?!
    Chrom: Er, yes, I'm fine. ...What's got you so excited?
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): Shall I list every hero who said that before being poisoned, sniped,
    or snared?
    Chrom: Well, I don't think a list is necess--
    Robin(M): 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, Robin.
    
    A Support
    
    Robin(M): I hear you've been going on patrol with a couple of the men.
    Chrom: Only to patrol the immediate area.
    Robin(M): ...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.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): So why not send your men to search for these hapless innocents?!
    Chrom: Because.
    Robin(M): Becauuuse...?
    Chrom: Because...of you. If I hadn't been there--if Frederick alone had found
    you--would we have ever met?
    Robin(M): ...Probably not.
    Chrom: You see? And it's not just you, Robin. 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.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): 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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    Robin(M)/Lissa
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    C Support
    
    Lissa: Robin? Where aaare yooou?
    Robin(M): ...Zzz...
    Lissa: There you are! I was just... Oh! (You're sleeping...?)
    Robin(M): 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!)
    Robin(M): 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! Heeeee hee hee hee hee!
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): Who does such things? Is that really how your parents raised you?!
    Lissa: ...I...I don't know... I never really knew my parents...
    Robin(M): 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...
    Robin(M): Whatever it is, I'm sure I can forget it if you can forgive my
    heartless comment...
    Lissa: Really? That't 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!
    Robin(M): 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!
    
    B Support
    
    Robin(M): Phew! I am beat...
    Lissa: All tuckered out, Robin? How about a quick, refreshing shoulder rub?
    Robin(M): ...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...
    Robin(M): 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, Robin. Enough to rely on you. He's not the type to come out and
    say it, but I know he's grateful.
    Robin(M): You...think so?
    Lissa: I know so! Nobody knows my big brother like me.
    Robin(M): Well, that is nice to hear...
    Lissa: So, what do you say? Free massage? Going once... Gooooooing twiiice...
    Robin(M): Okay, I accept! I accept! ...Thanks, Lissa.
    Lissa: Okay then... Urgh! Geez, your muscles are just one big knot back
    here...
    Robin(M): ...Aaaaaah, yes, right there... Oooh, that feels amazing...
    Lissa: How about...this?
    Robin(M): WhaAAAAUGH! Cold! Cold and slimy and coooooold! AUGH! IT MOVED! WHAT
    DID YOU DO, LISSA? WHAT IN BLAZES WAS THAT?!
    Lissa: Teee hee hee hee! Oh, relax. It's just a frog. You were just so
    perfectly calm, tee hee. I couldn't resist! It had to be done!
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): Well, that makes one of us!
    
    A Support
    
    Lissa: Hey there, Robin.
    Robin(M): Get away from me, she-devil!
    Lissa: Aw, don't go getting your hackles up! I'm not here to prank you.
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): Of course I'm mad! You dumped a toad down my collar.
    Lissa: I'm pretty sure that was a frog...
    Robin(M): I'm pretty sure I don't care!
    Lissa: Okay, okay! I'm sorry, Robin! I'm super-duper 100 percent sorry. And I
    won't do it anymore, so please be my friend again. Okay?
    Robin(M): ...You're really sorry?
    Lissa: Terribly!
    Robin(M): ...And you SWEAR you won't do it again?
    Lissa: Princess's honor!
    Robin(M): ...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, Robin! You're the bes... AAAAAUGH! Wh-what is that, in your
    hand?! Is it a sna... A sn-n-n...
    Robin(M): 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, Robin! AND a total hypocrite!
    Robin(M): Uh huh... Why don't you show me what's in YOUR hand, then.
    Lissa: O-oh! What? ...This? Hee hee... Why, how did this frog get here?
    Robin(M): ...Sorry, you were saying something about hypocrites?
    Lissa: Aw, it's no fun if you see it coming!
    Robin(M): I'd have to be blind not to at this point.
    Lissa: Oooooo! Next time I'm gonna prank you good!
    Robin(M): 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...
    Robin(M): Till you grow up?
    Lissa: No, to the pond! ... I've got about a dozen frogs to put back.
    Robin(M): *Groooaaan*
    
    S Suppport
    
    Lissa: *Sigh* I thought "dying of boredom" was just an expression...
    Robin(M): All those pranks, and you're still bored?
    Lissa: Oh, hi, Robin. 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.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): ...... *Sigh* All right, Lissa. I give you permission to prank me 
    again. I won't hate you for it, I promise.
    Lissa: Wait, really?!
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): ...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!
    Robin(M): ......
    Lissa: A...ring? Wait, Robin, what's going on?
    Robin(M): 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*
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): 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...
    Robin(M): 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?!
    Robin(M): ...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!
    Robin(M): 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, Robin. 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?
    
    [Confession Event]
    Oh my gosh, this ring is huge! Oh, we're gonna have such a GREAT life
    together!
    
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    Robin(M)/Frederick
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    C Support
    
    Frederick: Your grip, stance, and breathing are wrong. Focus, Robin. ...Again!
    Robin(M): Ready!
    <Time passes>
    Frederick: That's enough for today. Your form has improved considerably. The
    pace of your progress is remarkable.
    Robin(M): *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.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): (So that's why... I always thought it was just a fixation with
    pebble collecting...)
    Frederick: Beg pardon, did you say something?
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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.
    
    B Support
    
    Frederick: Hello, Robin. I've thought about your previous offer.
    Robin(M): The favor? Oh, good! What'll it be? Just say the word.
    Frederick: I recall seeing you eat bear with great relish shorly after we
    first met. I should like you to teach me this skill. ...Eating bear, that is.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): True, and even the finest knight isn't much use on and 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, Robin.
    Robin(M): ......
    Frederick: Er, Robin? ...Did I say something wrong?
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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?!
    Robin(M): It's bear. Leftovers from the same bear we ate that night, in fact!
    I saved some.
    Frederick: Eeeaaaaagh! Healer! I need a healer!
    <Fredrick leaves>
    Robin(M): Animal or savage, indeed. How rude of him... Guess he wasn't joking
    about his aversion to bear, though...
    
    A Support
    
    Robin(M): 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 your bear-jerky trick twice.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): All right then. We'll start with chicken, then pork, then beef.
    Frederick: *Munch, munch* ...Hmm, excellent so far.
    Robin(M): Next is mutton. It starts to get a little tricky here.
    Frederick: *Munch, munch* ...This is...manageable.
    Robin(M): You're doing great! Okay, this one's venison.
    Frederick: *Munch, munch*
    Robin(M): ...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...
    Robin(M): 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, Robin! The next sample, if you please!
    Robin(M): You talked yourself back into it? Impressive. And perhaps a little
    disturbing... Ah, well. Whatever works. Let's finish this, Frederick! Open
    wide!
    
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    Robin(M)/Virion
    ---------------
    
    C Support
    
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): Well, as long as I control friend and foe alike, it's not as
    effective as I'd prefer. After all, I can't plan for the unexpected when I
    know all the moves ahead of time.
    Virion: Then permit me to be your opponent. I shall strike with the nobility
    of the lion and defend with the grace of the swan!
    Robin(M): 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>
    Robin(M): Hold! I need to retract my last move.
    Virion: Ha ha! Were that all enemy generals so generous! But alas, this is
    war. ...Checkmate, my good sir.
    Robin(M): ...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?
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): Still, I appreciate the practice. Thank you, Virion.
    Virion: If you wish me to unleash my dishonorable strategies again, you have
    but to ask.
    
    B Support
    
    Robin(M): Ho, Virion! Care for a rematch? I have a method to defeat you this
    time for certain!
    Virion: Oh? How thrilling! I do so love a challenge. Though I do recall you 
    saying something similar before the last 20 attempts... One moment. You're
    not, by any chance, losing on purpose, are you, sir? I see now! This was all
    a ruse to spend more time with your noble Virion! Charming, I suppose, but I
    fear my heart has room only for the fairer sex.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): ...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!
    Robin(M): Do your worst!
    <Time passes>
    Robin(M): Blast and blast again! Why can't I beat you?!
    Virion: It seems my cravat is vindicated.
    Robin(M): I'll not speak to you 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?
    Robin(M): 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, Robin.
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): I'd sooner you put an arrow through my head...
    
    A Support
    
    Robin(M): *Sigh* I lose. ...Again.
    Virion: It was your gambit with the wyvern rider seven moves back that doomed
    you.
    Robin(M): ...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.
    Robin(M): Any strides I've made have been due to your patience. Thank you for
    working with me. I've really come to look forward to our matches. The sad
    part is, unless I manage to best you at least once, I have trouble sleeping!
    Virion: Do not feel ashamed. You're not the first to be vexed by my tactical
    prowess! But I am happy to be of service, even if it is as your personal
    jousting dummy. If our matches help ease the burden you carry, then it is my
    honor to continue them.
    Robin(M): ...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.
    Robin(M): 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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    Robin(M)/Sully
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    C Support
    
    Sully: Ah, crap. Come on, Sully, get your damn act together...
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): You look anything but fine, Sully. You're not hurt, are you?
    Sully: No, I... All right, I put on weight and my muscle mass is down. You
    believe that? We're fighting a war, and I'm getting a gut.
    Robin(M): What? Are you sure? You look great to me--same as ever.
    Sully: Then you aren't looking hard enough.
    Robin(M): Well, this is a side of you I've never seen.
    Sully: The hell you talking about?
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): *Ahem* Well, if you ARE worried about weight redistribution, you
    could try this.
    Sully: *Sniff* Gods, it smells like horse plop! What is it, some kind of
    jerky?
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): Well, I know how brave you are...
    Sully: Is that a dare? Fine then! I'll try it!
    Robin(M): 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, Robin. Let's 
    see who can get in shape faster!
    
    B Support
    
    Sully: Nnngh... Yearrrgh...
    Robin(M): S-Sully? Oh, gods, Sully, what's wrong?! You look like a corpse! So
    worn out and thin! ...And you 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...
    Robin(M): Wait...did you say...the WHOLE bag?
    Sully: Is...that bad...?
    Robin(M): 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...
    Robin(M): Sully, I am so, so sorry! I should have explained in more detail!
    Sully: Grr... My own...d-damn fault, taking...shortcuts... But I won't...make
    that mistake again... Gonna start training... Rebuild muscles... Soon as I'm
    better...
    Robin(M): 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>
    Robin(M): ...Yikes, that did not sound good...
    
    A Support
    
    Sully: Hah! Yaaah!
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): Where? Here?
    Sully: Hey! Hands off the merchandise!
    Robin(M): Um, Sully? That's not fat. That's loose skin.
    Sully: Huh?
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): Trust me. You're in perfect shape. I should know--I've been training
    with you all week!
    Sully: Huh. ...Well, all right then.
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): Y-you kept getting...skinnier... I h-had to...catch up...
    Sully: You idiot! You saw what that stuff did to me!
    Robin(M): N-no, you're... Urk! You're right... S-s-so right... Gotta go!
    *GURRRF*
    <Robin leaves>
    Sully: Yikes, that did not sound good...
    
    S Support
    
    Sully: Feeling better, Robin?
    Robin(M): I think the storm has passed, thank goodness. Plus all the
    training's starting to finally pay off! My muscles are as 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!
    Robin(M): Er...
    Sully: ...What?
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): No...? In that case, maybe it's time I gave you this...
    Sully: ...A ring? Are you... Are you proposing to me?
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): So, wh-what do you say?
    Sully: ...I guess I've been thinking about you a lot as well, Robin. 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.
    Robin(M): 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!
    
    [Confession Event]
    I... I love you, you bastard. There, I said it. Now don't ask me again!
    
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    Robin(M)/Vaike
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    C Support
    
    Robin(M): ...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, Robin?
    Robin(M): ...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?
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): 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--
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): B-but I didn't do anything! Gyaaaaaa!
    
    B Support
    
    Vaike: Har! It's the Vaike's lucky day! Sully's horse is dozin' away, and that
    meddling little--
    Robin(M): Meddling little...what?
    Vaike: Blast! You again? Er, I mean... Oh, look! A four-leaf clover! Lucky me!
    Robin(M): For that lie to work, you actually need to have a four-leaf clover.
    You were spying on the bathing women again, weren't you?! Don't deny it!
    Vaike: I DO deny it! ...Besides, what are YOU doing skulkin' around the
    bushes?
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): 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 Vaike's lucky... 
    Wait. That evil horse--it's gone!
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): WHY MEEEEEEEEE?!
    
    A Support
    
    Robin(M): Hey, Vaike. Why the long face?
    Vaike: ...Oh. Hello, Robin. So, uh...I've been thinkin'. The Vaike's caused ya
    a lot of grief. I feel bad about it.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): Huh.
    Vaike: And that blasted horse was there, grinnin' like a rabid crocodile! It
    was humiliatin'!
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): Good. I think when you look back on this later, you'll be glad it
    happened. But, come. No use moping about what'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, Robin. A good
    friend through and through.
    Robin(M): 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 for favors.
    Robin(M): 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'.
    Robin(M): Pudding, Vaike? Honestly?
    
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    Robin(M)/Stahl
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    C Support
    
    Robin(M): 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, Robin! You thinking up a birthday present for old man Chrom?
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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...
    Robin(M): Perhaps I could help gather them?
    Stahl: Yes, exactly! Then the present could be from the both of us.
    Robin(M): Perfect! We can solve both our problems in one fell swoop.
    Stahl: Then it's a deal!
    
    B Support
    
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): And you can always read these thoughts?
    Stahl: Absolutely!
    Robin(M): Stahl, that's a remarkable talent! Truly.
    Stahl: Ha! Not at all! It's just the coping mechanism of an overly dull man.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): Was I? Oh! Ah ha ha...
    
    A Support
    
    Stahl: *Sigh*
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): Ha! And now you're acting humble and deflecting praise from
    yourself.
    Stahl: Er, sorry. Is that annoying?
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): 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...
    Robin(M): 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, Robin. You're a true friend.
    
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    Robin(M)/Miriel
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    C Support
    
    <Thud>
    Miriel: ...How discomposing.
    Robin(M): That looked like a pretty bad spill, Miriel. Are you hurt?
    Miriel: A minor contusion. Benign.
    Robin(M): Everything you were carrying went flying. I see your herbs, some
    papers, a... What is this? A book? A journal?
    Miriel: Unhand that, sir!
    Robin(M): Sorry! Sorry. I didn't realize it was so important.
    Miriel: Important? Hmm... ......
    Robin(M): Miriel?
    Miriel: I suppose it does bear some import, yes. It's a lodestar, of sorts.
    One that points the way to the truth.
    Robin(M): Wow. Who wrote it? A famous mage of something?
    Miriel: Not famous at all, no. The author was my mother.
    Robin(M): 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 it the impetus for your inquiry?
    Robin(M): 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... ......
    Robin(M): Um, did I say something strange?
    Miriel: Curious, perhaps. Meriting closer study, certainly. Spontaneous
    reactive curiousity. Fascinating. But what is the underlying mechanism?
    Robin(M): ...I really think you're reading too much into this.
    
    B Support
    
    Robin(M): Oh, blast! My item pouch is gone. I must have dropped it
    somewhere...
    Miriel: Is this the object in question?
    Robin(M): 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 pervasive downward force exerted on
    the object. My mother's book contained a passage espousing a similar theory...
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): ...Miriel? ...Hello?
    Miriel: ...Yet birds fly unencumbered by this force. The sun and stars and
    clouds do not fall. What explains these exceptions?
    Robin(M): Miriel? ...Miiiriel? ...MIRIEL!
    Miriel: Wah!
    Robin(M): S-sorry! ...Didn't mean to startle you.
    Miriel: My respiratory functions ceased for a moment. This is very disruptive.
    Please do not scatter my thoughts further.
    Robin(M): Er, sorry...
    Miriel: I require a period of quiet solitude to marshal my thoughts. Farewell.
    Robin(M): Wait! My...pouch...
    
    A Support
    
    Miriel: So, given these conditions, a body with a mass of X falls at a rate 
    of Y...
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): Miriel? Are you still talking to me?
    Miriel: I am now, yes.
    Robin(M): Er, you're not going to tell me not to disrupt your thoughts again?
    Miriel: I can if you wish it.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): Why not? I think it must have happened somewhere along the way,
    right? ...No?
    Miriel: Fascinating...
    
    S Support
    
    Miriel: Might I have a moment, Robin? The pouch you donated to my research the
    other day contained...this.
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): Er... Actually, how about... How about you keep it?
    Miriel: Are you certain? ...But you claimed it a ring you would give your
    future wife?
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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 of
    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.
    Robin(M): You do have a choice in the matter, you know?
    Miriel: I'm well aware of this. Call it spontaneous reactive affection. Or an
    automatic 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!
    Robin(M): 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.
    
    [Confession Event]
    What rapture! To have an astute significant other with whom to scrutinize this
    world's illimitable mysteries.
    
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    Robin(M)/Kellam
    ---------------
    
    C Support
    
    Robin(M): The others claim it's a ghost, but I refuse to put stock in such
    things.
    Kellam: Claim what is a ghost?
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): Well, there IS something troubling me... The men are reporting
    strange incidents--baffling phenomena that defy explanation.
    Kellam: Goodness! Like what?
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): Oh, of course it's not. I just don't know what it could possibly--
    Kellam: It's me. I serve the drinks.
    Robin(M): 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...
    Robin(M): What?! That's almost as absurd as the ghost theory!
    
    B Support
    
    Robin(M): La 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.
    Robin(M): 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...
    Robin(M): Not at all! I was just taken aback when the cup seemed to appear by
    my elbow...
    Kellam: Um, yes. Sorry...again...
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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...
    Robin(M): Heh, so that WAS you... Half the camp refused to come out of their
    tents for fear of the "ghost"!
    Kellam: Sorry!
    Robin(M): 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...
    Robin(M): Splendid idea, Kellam! That's the spirit! We'll get you noticed yet.
    
    A Support
    
    Kellam: Eh? A slice of crowberry pie? What's this doing here?
    Robin(M): It's for you, Kellam.
    Kellam: Robin! Y-you saw me!
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): Not at all. It's the least I can do.
    Kellam: Gosh, you really are good to me, Robin. 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.
    Robin(M): What in the... How did he DO that?! He just vanished!
    Kellam: Er, I'm right over here. Straightening up these axes.
    Robin(M): ...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.
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): 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...
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): Ah-HA! I KNEW IT!
    Kellam: That was a joke! A joke? ...Ha ha ha? ...Robin? Why are you backing 
    away from me like that...?
    
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    Robin(M)/Sumia
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    C Support
    
    Robin(M): That's a lot of books you've got there, Sumia. Are you going to read
    all of them?
    Sumia: Oh, hello, Robin! 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.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): You don't mind?
    Sumia: Of course not! Here, which one looks good?
    Robin(M): I'm not sure. What do you recommend?
    Sumia: Let's see... Ooh, this looks like a real page-turner! "Shanty Pete and
    the Haunted Pirates"!
    Robin(M): 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"?
    Robin(M): I'm not really 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"!
    Robin(M): ...Do you perhaps have anything a bit more...literary?
    Sumia: ...Oh, pegasus poop! I'm USELESS at this! Useless, useless, useless!
    Just pick him out a book, Sumia! It's so easy, Sumia! But noooooo! I'm too...
    darn...USELESS! *Sniff* Waaaaaaaaah!
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): (Pretty sure I have to at this point...)
    
    B Support
    
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): So, what are you reading now?
    Sumia: "Ribald Tales of the Faith War."
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): You don't say?
    Sumia: Do you like novels, Robin? Or are you more of a nonfiction type?
    Robin(M): 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 a knight in shiny armor!
    ...Or maybe an evil mage! Bwa ha ha!
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): So then? What are you planning to read next?
    Sumia: "Mad Tales of a Bloodthirsty Falcon Knight"! ...Volume one. Of
    thirty-seven.
    Robin(M): Oh. Well, that certainly sounds...like...a thing...
    
    A Support
    
    Sumia: Hold, Robin! Do you think me insane?!
    Robin(M): Well, I didn't...
    Sumia: For I see that which others cannot! Demons and devils lurk in shadows
    dark!
    Robin(M): 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 is 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?
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): You don't need to pretend to be someone else, Sumia. 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, Robin...
    Robin(M): Of course I would!
    Sumia: Well, all right then! My next book will be about a girl who's clumsy
    and plain like me!
    Robin(M): Er, I think you're missing the point of--
    Sumia: Ooo, wait! Look at this one! "The Princess Who Fell Down the Stairs"!
    It's PERFECT!
    Robin(M): Yes... Yes, I suppose it is.
    
    S Support
    
    Robin(M): ...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.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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--
    Robin(M): 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, Robin... 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!
    Robin(M): 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!
    
    [Confession Event]
    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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    Robin(M)/Lon'qu
    ---------------
    
    C Support
    
    Lon'qu: ...*Ahem* ...I cannot focus with you leering at me.
    Robin(M): Oh! Sorry, Lon'qu. I just got caught up watching you 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 there. Weakness is weeded out and eliminated.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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 that either one alone.
    Lon'qu: A naive thought. ...But not impossible. Very well. Draw your sword.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): So be it!
    
    B Support
    
    Lon'qu: Here for another round?
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): I will, thanks.
    
    A Support
    
    Lon'qu: ......
    Robin(M): 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 treatises on warcraft?
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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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    Robin(M)/Ricken
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    C Support
    
    Ricken: Hrmmm...
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): Then why are you so strapped for a reply?
    Ricken: It's...tricky. I just don't know what to say.
    Robin(M): There're plenty of things you could write about! Especially after
    that last battle. Tell them about how you dodged one brush with death after
    the next! Impress them!
    Ricken: Are you insane?! The object is to make them worry about me LESS!
    Robin(M): Oh. Right. 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...
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): Well, if they could've heard you just now, they already would be.
    
    B Support
    
    Ricken: Hmm...
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): You could always just head back.
    Ricken: Head back where? Home?
    Robin(M): 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 just yet.
    Robin(M): Why not?
    Ricken: I don't know how much you know about me, but I come from and 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.
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): 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."
    Robin(M): "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?!
    Robin(M): I'm helping.
    Ricken: YOU ARE NOT!
    
    A Support
    
    Ricken: Hey, Robin. Would you mind sending this out with the other deliveries?
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): No tales of glory? No brave words? ...No dismemberment?
    Ricken: Hah! Not this time. I guess the 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.
    Robin(M): But it IS great news! I'm sure it'll put their minds at ease.
    Ricken: By telling them how weak I still am?
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): 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?!
    Robin(M): 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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    Robin(M)/Maribelle
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    C Support
    
    Robin(M): Crepuscule... Crepuscule... What did that mean again?
    Maribelle: Are you studying, Robin?
    Robin(M): Oh, hello, Maribelle. Just reading up a bit.
    Maribelle: Reading up, how lovely. I hadn't realized the lowborn read at all!
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): Er, all right. I take it back. But was there something you needed?
    Maribelle: Yes. I had hoped to learn more about you.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): No, I don't object, per se. But...weren't we already friends?
    Maribelle: Oh, I'm pleased to hear you say that, Robin!
    Robin(M): Heh! You can be really 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...
    Robin(M): ...I take back what I said, and then I take back the take-back
    before that.
    
    B Support
    
    Maribelle: A question about the material we covered yesterday, Robin.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): Uh...
    Maribelle: I'm afraid I had no idea! I'm flattered, Robin, truly. In that
    case, I ought have begun my practice with you. Forgive me.
    Robin(M): No, that's... I don't...
    Maribelle: Awright then, pet? Everythin' luvverly jubberly, ain't it? 'Ave a
    bit'a rabbit?
    Robin(M): 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...
    Robin(M): Thank you.
    Maribelle: Hey, no skin off my arse, is it? I'll shut me north and south!
    Robin(M): ...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...
    
    A Support
    
    Robin(M): Er, Maribelle? I have and idea... Why don't we skip the slang lesson
    today? Instead, maybe you could teach me about the aristocratic life?
    Maribelle: Any chance to educate my social inferiors is a chance I will take.
    Now then! What would you like to know?
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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
    souffle! 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.
    Robin(M): Let's see. Straight spine... Invisible thread... Like this?
    Maribelle: Why are you jutting your chin out?
    Robin(M): It happens naturally when I force my head up.
    Maribelle: A pauper's instinct! Cast it away!
    Robin(M): Is this better?
    Maribelle: Your shoulders are raised. Lower them and hold your chest high.
    Robin(M): So like...this?
    Maribelle: Yes! Just so! There, now. That wasn't so hard, was it? I say,
    you're quite the apt pupil, Robin. With enough practice, you could become a
    gentleman fit for the highest court! Well, I may exaggerate. Perhaps one of
    the more middling courts.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): Er, you don't really 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.
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): Heeeeelp meeeeeee!
    
    S Support
    
    Maribelle: Well, shall we conclude today's etiquette lesson here, then? You've
    been very patient, Robin. Go on and rest up for tomorrow.
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): How to give a present to a lady. ...Specifically a ring.
    Maribelle: What? ...Since when is there a lady in your life, Robin?
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): Oh, good. Come here, then.
    Maribelle: ...I beg your pardon?!
    Robin(M): Your hand. Give it here.
    Maribelle: Wh-what are you... Be gentle!
    Robin(M): Aaand, there! ...It looks good on you.
    Maribelle: ...A gold band? Forgive me, but what is this, precisely?
    Robin(M): A proposal.
    Maribelle: As in marriage?! So then, the lady you were to give it to is...
    Robin(M): 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, Robin, you've made me so very
    happy.
    Robin(M): Then your answer is yes?
    Maribelle: Of course! I have the rest of our lives to shape you into my
    perfect gentleman.
    
    [Confession Event]
    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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    Robin(M)/Panne
    --------------
    
    C Support
    
    Robin(M): Er, Panne?
    Panne: What?
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): ...Wait, really?
    Panne: No, I do not mind. Why do you doubt me?
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): All right.
    Panne: Mmm. At last you are calm. Your heart has slowed.
    Robin(M): You can hear my heartbeat?
    Panne: Lesson one--taguel have strong ears. A heart's beat always betrays its
    owner.
    Robin(M): 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.
    
    B Support
    
    Robin(M): So, do all shape-shifters turn into rabbits, Panne?
    Panne: No. There were others, far from here. Tribes of cat-wearers and bird-
    wearers.
    Robin(M): Whoa, 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.
    Robin(M): Heh heh, r-right. So, did you ever meet these other tribes yourself?
    Panne: Long ago. How they fare now, I do not know. Perhaps they shared the
    same bloody fate as my own people...
    Robin(M): I... I didn't mean to...
    Panne: I am sorry. There is no call for you to share in my gloom. So, another
    question?
    Robin(M): Oh... Um, well, what do you like to eat?
    Panne: Taguel eat many things.
    Robin(M): No, I mean you, specifically. I'm on kitchen duty tonight--I'll cook
    whatever you want. It was my being nosey that made you sad, right? Let me
    cheer you back up!
    Panne: You are...oddly kind.
    Robin(M): So, let me guess... Carrot stew?
    Panne: ...How did you know?
    Robin(M): Ha ha, sorry! I know, just because you're a rabbit doesn't mean
    you... Wait, I was right?
    
    A Support
    
    Panne: *Sniff* Ah! Is that your famous carrot stew I smell? I hope you don't
    mind if I sneak a taste before dinner?
    Robin(M): No, Panne, wait! That's not for--
    Panne: *Sluuuurp*
    Robin(M): ...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.
    Robin(M): ...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.
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): Hey, take the whole pot if you want! No one else will touch the
    stuff.
    Panne: Many thanks. You really are too kind, Robin.
    Robin(M): Soup-er happy to hear you say that, Panne!
    
    S Support
    
    Panne: Mmm, that was excellent. Delicious, as always, Robin.
    Robin(M): Not a widely held opinion, but thanks.
    Panne: That suits me fine. I get your food all to myself. More warmth for me.
    Robin(M): 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 forgetten what
    that felt like. I was alone for so long...
    Robin(M): ......
    Panne: ...Heh, I am being gloomy again. Forget I said anything.
    Robin(M): Panne, I... Here.
    Panne: Wait, this is...?
    Robin(M): It's a ring, Panne. I want you to marry me.
    Panne: ...Marry?
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): If you'll let me, yes.
    Panne: And I would never be alone again?
    Robin(M): Not for as long as I lived.
    Panne: And you will cook for me every day?
    Robin(M): If you want, sure.
    Panne: ...I knew you were kind, Robin. But this... I'm happier than I believed
    possible! This is better than the first time I tried your carrot stew!
    Robin(M): Well I should HOPE I'm better than that!
    
    [Confession Event]
    To think that I might love a human. Oh, what a strange world this is.
    
    --------------
    Robin(M)/Gaius
    --------------
    
    C Support
    
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): Yes, but...I still may have seen more than you intended.
    Gaius: WHAT?! You saw THAT?! Gods, how embarrassing... It's just...uh...some
    poison oak I got into the other day, I swe--
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): ...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?!
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): ...No, thank you. I'm not--
    Gaius: If you are looking for a ransom, I can assure you I don't have any
    money. But what I do have are a very particular set of honey cakes...
    Robin(M): 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 sweet wine will put you
    in a better mood...
    
    B Support
    
    Robin(M): Gaius? I didn't know you ran a market stall...
    Gaius: Oh, sure. I like to get out, meet the common folk, sell the old
    trinket... Speaking of which, see anything you fancy? I've got silk
    smallclothes from exotic ports, genuine leather belts, top-quality figs...
    Robin(M): 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!
    <Gaius leaves>
    Robin(M): Huh? Where'd he go? ...Oh, you're back! That was fast.
    <Gaius returns>
    Gaius: Take a gander at this lot, and tell me if any of 'em tickle your fancy!
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): 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?!
    <Gaius leaves>
    Robin(M): Sometimes I wonder why I even try... Hey, that's a handsome cloak.
    Looks warm, too.
    <Gaius returns>
    Gaius: You like that cloak? I can buy it for you!
    Robin(M): GAIUUUUUUS!
    Gaius: Guess not!
    
    A Support
    
    Gaius: Here, Bubbles. I got you something.
    Robin(M): Is this...a belt? With stones inlaid? Er, thank you, Gaius, but--
    Gaius: Yep. Just a plaaaaaain old belt that's worth a big sack of gold down at
    the market.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): YOU made this? But, it's magnificent!
    Gaius: Pleased you like it, Bubbles. Makes all the effort worthwhile.
    Robin(M): But why did you--
    Gaius: Oh, no particular reason! None at all! Just...one good turn and all
    that.
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): ...Oh, very well. I was hoping it wouldn't come to this. I have
    something important to tell you.
    Gaius: Important?
    Robin(M): It's a secret. A very embarrassing one. You see... *whisper,
    whisper*
    Gaius: BWAAA HA HA HA! And the cow...?! Oh, you did NOT do that!
    Robin(M): Ha, 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 belt! It's not a bribe, now. More like a... 
    I don't know... A thank-you gift.
    Robin(M): In that case, I accept.
    
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    Robin(M)/Cordelia
    -----------------
    
    C Support
    
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): ...Gods. I can certainly see why everyone calls you a genius.
    Cordelia: Do not call me that!
    Robin(M): 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...
    Robin(M): Oh...
    Cordelia: They mocked me, too... My appearance, and my javelin technique...
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): Er, I meant if you ever need to talk about... Never mind.
    
    B Support
    
    Cordelia: Robin! Look, I crafted a new javelin based on your feedback.
    Robin(M): You MADE one?
    Cordelia: Er, yes?
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): 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, Robin, you are far too kind! Why, if I... N-no, wait. We can't
    be doing this. People will get the wrong idea!
    Robin(M): Doing what? What wrong idea?
    Cordelia: If you're so kind to me all the time, people will start to think...
    we're friends.
    Robin(M): ...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?
    Robin(M): 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."
    Robin(M): 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...
    Robin(M): Heh, I guess they would be...
    
    A Support
    
    Cordelia: Robin! Guess what? I showed my new javelin to everyone in camp. They
    were all so complimentary! Thank you again for the help.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): Er, 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?
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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
    recruit. *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...
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): I understand now why you don't like to be called a genius.
    Cordelia: You do?
    Robin(M): 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 own.
    Robin(M): 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, Robin. ...Th-thank you.
    
    S Support
    
    Robin(M): Cordelia, what are you doing?
    Cordelia: I'm going to see how far I can throw my homemade javelin!
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): ...I daresay you're right.
    Cordelia: So, here goes. ONE! TWO! THREEEEEEEEE!
    Robin(M): Whoa, what a throw! That javeling 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!
    Robin(M): Oh, er... Right. Ha ha! I'd forgotten about that...
    Cordelia: Robin, are you blushing? Don't tell me you've fallen for me!
    Robin(M): Er, actually...
    Cordelia: Hee hee, just a joke.
    Robin(M): I know, but... Um... You were right.
    Cordelia: ...Ah, I get it! Trying to get me back? Ha ha. Good one, Robin!
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): Will you marry me, Cordelia?
    Cordelia: Why, Robin... The thing is... Yes! Oh yes, with all that I am! I
    accept with all my heart!
    Robin(M): Truly?! Th-that's wonderful! Oh, Cordelia, you've made me so happy!
    Cordelia: Not half as happy as you've made me!
    
    [Confession Event]
    Thank you... I thought nothing could warm my heart again. I shall love you 
    above...all others, for the rest of my days.
    
    ---------------
    Robin(M)/Gregor
    ---------------
    
    C Support
    
    Gregor: Here, Robin. You will drink this, yes?
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): I don't need medicine, Gregor. I feel fine.
    Gregor: You have no hurting throat? No hacking up of lung?
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): You must have a terrific sense of hearing to notice that over the
    din of combat.
    Gregor: For sellsword like Gregor, health very important. Soldier must be
    strong, yes?
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): Oh. That sounds easy enough. Any other tricks?
    Gregor: Gregor have one more thing, but is very secret. Only men can do. You
    are man too, yes? Maybe Gregor share with you...
    Robin(M): This sounds interesting.
    Gregor: You sleep in same bed as Gregor! Then we share body heat!
    Robin(M): I beg you pardon?
    Gregor: Body becomes very cold at night, yes? This keep muscles limber!
    Robin(M): An extra blanket will do just fine, thank you.
    
    B Support
    
    Robin(M): 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 strange dreams?
    Robin(M): Er...
    Gregor: Ho ho ho! Is true! You dream of sharing bed with Gregor!
    Robin(M): 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 you knee... Gods, it was
    horrible...
    Gregor: Do not be feeling special. Gregor have that effect on many people.
    Robin(M): 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--
    Robin(M): 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, Robin. Let Gregor look in eyes.
    Robin(M): No! Stay away from me!
    Gregor: You are strange person. Now make with the hushing!
    Robin(M): ......
    Gregor: Bloodshot eyes... Chills on spine... Strange dream... You had insect
    bite not long ago, yes?
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): R-really? It's that serious?
    
    A Support
    
    Gregor: Ah, Robin. How is recovery?
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): Heh, yes. I'll certainly pay closer attention from now on.
    Gregor: That is water running under bridge. But...
    Robin(M): What? Is something troubling you?
    Gregor: You still have nightmare dream? Where you fly and put head on Gregor's
    knee?
    Robin(M): Not anymore, thank the gods.
    Gregor: Is good. ...Because Gregor has to charge performance fee for appearing
    in dream.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): I assure you, I will be watching my health very carefully.
    Gregor: You sound very with the motivation! Gregor believes you!
    
    -------------
    Robin(M)/Nowi
    -------------
    
    C Support
    
    Nowi: HIYAAA!
    <TWACK>
    Robin(M): Yeowch!
    Nowi: Argh! Sorry, Robin! Are you alright?
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): ...So you're hunting game? With a rock?
    Nowi: Exactly! I almost got him, too. ...Oh, look! There it is again! See?
    Robin(M): Here, let me try.
    Nowi: You think you can hit it?
    Robin(M): Casting magic or hurling stones, it's all about focus and control.
    And you have to lead your target... Like...THIS!
    <TWACK>
    Nowi: Oh, WOWZERS! Nailed it right in the head! That was great!
    Robin(M): Well, I have my moments.
    Nowi: How did you do it?! You've got to show me!
    Robin(M): All right. First of all, you want to grip the stone like this...
    Nowi: Okay...
    
    B Support
    
    Nowi: Hey. Robin! Look what I got!
    Robin(M): 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...
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): Well, that's...very generous of you. Thank you, Nowi.
    Nowi: Say, Robin. You're a good teacher. Is there anything else you can show
    me?
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): With that kind of enthusiasm, we just might, heh heh...
    <Time passes>
    Robin(M): ...Well, it looks...edible? At least?
    Nowi: At LEAST? I think it smells totally scrumptious!
    Robin(M): The proof is in the flavor. Which, I don't know... Looks like it
    could fall anywhere between mud and toenails...
    Nowi: Robin, what ARE you mumbling about? Let's hurry up and eat already!
    Robin(M): Er, right. H-here goes nothing. *Munch, munch*
    Nowi: *Chomp, chomp* Hee hee! See? It's DELICIOUS! It came out just right!
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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, Robin.
    
    A Support
    
    Robin(M): So you split the blade of grass, cup it in your hands like so, and
    blow... FfffffvvvVVVVVVWWWEEEEEE!
    Nowi: Wow! It's just like a flute!
    Robin(M): 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 turned into a dragon, I
    could blow--
    Robin(M): Er, probably not a good idea. We don't want to start a wildfire.
    Nowi: *Sigh* Yeah, I guess not.
    Robin(M): Look, I'll help you practice until you've got it. Sound good?
    Nowi: I guess. Though I still think if I just transformed...
    Robin(M): Let's just try it my way, okay?
    Nowi: Hey look, Robin! There's another giant snake!
    Robin(M): 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!
    <TWACK>
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): 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?!
    Robin(M): Er, you didn't just use it to knock out that 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!
    Robin(M): Easy, Nowi, easy. It's all right. We just have to search a little.
    I promise I won't leave until we've found it. All right?
    Nowi: Gosh, you'd do that for me? Robin, you're the best!
    
    S Support
    
    Nowi: Thanks for your help the other day, Robin.
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): No, it isn't. Not anymore. That was the stone you gave me... But
    I've made it into a ring.
    Nowi: Er, Robin?
    Robin(M): Yes, Nowi?
    Nowi: I know what kind of ring this is. You want us to promise each other to
    stay together forever.
    Robin(M): Oh, so you DO know the custom? Good. I was afraid I'd have to
    explain.
    Nowi: Come on, Robin, I'm not a total dummy!
    Robin(M): 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, Robin! I've wanted to
    be with you for ever so long--I thought you'd never ask!
    Robin(M): Then my only regret is not doing so earlier. Oh, Nowi, we'll be so
    happy together!
    Nowi: Oh, I know we will, Robin! I know we will!
    
    [Confession Event]
    Oh, I'm so happy! I've always wanted a husband. Think of all the wonderful
    centuries, er, years we'll have!
    
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    Robin(M)/Libra
    --------------
    
    C Support
    
    Libra: ......
    Robin(M): Oh, hello, Libra. What are you up to?
    Libra: I'm drawing a picture.
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): Really? But you're so talented!
    Libra: I've been told my pictures are technically proficient, but lack
    artistic soul.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): Are you sure? You didn't draw it on commission or anything?
    Libra: I don't ever do drawings on request. ...No exceptions.
    Robin(M): Well, if it's not meant for anyone else, then yes, I'll gladly
    accept. Thank you.
    
    B Support
    
    Robin(M): Tsk! I just can't get this color right.
    Libra: Er, Robin? You have paint on your cheek. ...And your chin. ...AND
    behind your ear.
    Robin(M): Oh, er, so I do. Whoops!
    Libra: Are you trying your hand at painting?
    Robin(M): 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, it 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.
    Robin(M): ...It's a pegasus. And it's NOT my first try. It's my 100th.
    Libra: Oh. ...Oh, dear.
    Robin(M): You don't have to say anything. I can see it on your face--I should
    just give up.
    Libra: N-no, I wouldn't go that far!
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): 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.
    
    A Support
    
    Robin(M): *Sigh*
    Libra: What's wrong? Robin? You seem most upset.
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): Yes, exactly. I had no time to pack it away properly, and so... Oh,
    I miss it already...
    Libra: Don't get upset, Robin. I can draw you another one.
    Robin(M): But you said you never draw pictures by request. Remember?
    Libra: For you, I will be delighted to make an exception!
    Robin(M): Really? Oh, thank you! What will it be?!
    Libra: Well, I haven't thought about it. What kind of picture would you like?
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): 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...
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): Er, right. So, no self-portraits... How about a portrait of me,
    then? It can be a keepsake for when I get old, to remeind me I was once young
    and handsome!
    Libra: A most challenging request, but I will pray that Naga guide my hand!
    Robin(M): Er, someone less understanding could take that the wrong way, you
    know...
    
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    Robin(M)/Tharja
    ---------------
    
    C Support
    
    Tharja: ......
    Robin(M): Tharja? ...Are you following me?
    Tharja: ...Maybe.
    Robin(M): Maybe?! I've seen you hiding behind tents and wagons all week!
    Tharja: So you finally noticed...my love.
    Robin(M): 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!"
    Robin(M): Riiiiiight. 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.
    Robin(M): You've been watching me sleep?!
    Tharja: I thought you'd be grateful.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): I suddenly feel very ill.
    Tharja: Don't worry. I'll take care of you. ...Veeery good care.
    Robin(M): 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, Robin? Someone..."normal"?
    Robin(M): Well, I...suppose? That's to say--
    Tharja: All I needed to hear.
    <Tharja leaves>
    Robin(M): Wait, Tharja! Stay here! ...Where I can see you! Oh gods, this will
    not end well...
    
    B Support
    
    Tharja: Why good day, Robin! How fare you? Enjoying this weather?
    Robin(M): ...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?
    Robin(M): Um, well... I suppose, in a way.
    Tharja: You ARE?! Why, how sweeeeeet!
    Robin(M): 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...
    Robin(M): ...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.
    Robin(M): This is about our conversation from before, isn't it?
    Tharja: Don't be silly. Now have some pie!
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): "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.
    Robin(M): Do you realize that your "typical normal" is actually very, very
    unusual?
    Tharja: Oh my, huzzah? Goodness, I simply must...something?
    Robin(M): Tharja, I'm sorry about what I said before. You shouldn't have
    listened to me. I like 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!
    
    A Support
    
    Tharja: (...Heh heh heh!)
    Robin(M): I'm glad Tharja's acting like her old self again. A-although... I
    feel... Urk! Ch-chills up spine... G-goose bumps... C-can't stop
    sh-sh-shivers...
    <Robin collapses>
    Tharja: Robin? ...You all right? Robin, 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...
    <Time passes>
    Robin(M): Nnnrgh...
    Tharja: Hello.
    Robin(M): Huh? Wh-what happened? Why am I lying here?
    Tharja: You lost consciousness and collapsed. It was because of the fever.
    Robin(M): 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...
    Robin(M): I'd never assume that! What kind of monster would curse their
    friend...
    Tharja: ...Oh. Right. That would be crazy! Heh heh.
    Robin(M): Anyway, thank you so much for taking care of me.
    Tharja: Didn't you say once you wouldn't want me taking care of you?
    Robin(M): Clearly, I was mistaken.
    Tharja: You're just saying that because I helped you out.
    Robin(M): 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!
    
    S Support
    
    Robin(M): Tharja?
    Tharja: Yes?
    Robin(M): Don't you think it's time you stopped standing right behind me?
    Tharja: Why?
    Robin(M): Because I can't see your face.
    Tharja: Why would you want to?
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): I rather like it. Maybe we should do it more often... Maybe we could
    stand together...forever.
    Tharja: ...Forever?
    Robin(M): ...Forever.
    Tharja: Wait, what are you giving... Robin, is this a ring?
    Robin(M): I love you, Tharja. I want to be with you, forever.
    Tharja: N-no! I can't! Not like this!
    Robin(M): Oh.
    Tharja: ...There. Now try it again.
    Robin(M): Um, well, I guess if this makes you more comfortable... In truth,
    I'm getting used to it myself...
    Tharja: Good. Heh heh...
    
    [Confession Event]
    *Sigh* I can't believe you made me love you. Course if you back out, I'll
    murder you in your sleep.
    
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    Robin(M)/Olivia
    ---------------
    
    C Support
    
    Olivia: 248... 249... 250! Phew, that's all of 'em! ...Still a long way to go,
    though.
    Robin(M): What are you doing, Olivia?
    Olivia: EEEEEEEEEK!
    Robin(M): Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to startle you.
    Olivia: Oh. It's okay, Robin. I just didn't see you there.
    Robin(M): 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...
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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, Robin. Such praise means quite a lot coming from you...
    Robin(M): It does? Huh. I've never thought of myself ans anything spec--
    Olivia: Aaaaaaaaanyway, I've got to run. I'm on mess duty tonight. You know
    what they say, right? A hungry Shepherd is a big jerk!
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): 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!
    
    B Support
    
    Robin(M): So, Olivia. How goes the saving?
    Olivia: Pah-fectly whell, my good mahn! Now be a dear and fetch me some
    cav-iah?
    Robin(M): Um, are you all right?
    Olivia: Of course! I found a book that teaches how to talk like a noble, so
    I'm practicing.
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): Oh, it wasnt'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?!
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): A theater? You mean, with a stage and stands and seats and
    everthing?
    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.
    Robin(M): When you say dance, are you referring to YOUR dancing?
    Olivia: Well...kinda, yeah. Why? Does that sound egotistical? Because I--
    Robin(M): Wonderful! I'll be first in line when it opens!
    Olivia: Why, thank you, Robin. How kind of you!
    Robin(M): 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...
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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?
    
    A Support
    
    Robin(M): ...Phew! Finished at last!
    Olivia: We did it. I still find it hard to believe, but we actually did it.
    Robin(M): What do you think? Do you like it?
    Olivia: It's...It's even more beautiful than I imagined! *sniff*
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): ...Ah.
    Olivia: It's going to be difficult to dance in a theater that fits in the palm
    of my hand. ...Not that I'm complaining or anything.
    Robin(M): Yes, but the perfect venue for a flea circus!
    Olivia: I don't want a flea circus!
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): Now, now! You promised not 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...
    Robin(M): 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...
    Robin(M): 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, Robin. I couldn't do it without you.
    
    S Support
    
    Olivia: *Siiiiiigh*
    Robin(M): 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...
    Robin(M): You can't! You've already rehearsed your opening-night performance!
    Olivia: I'm sorry to let you down, Robin. I appreciate all the help. Really, I
    do.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): ...What if we weren't friends?
    Olivia: What?! But...
    Robin(M): What I mean is...what if we pursued your dream...as husband and
    wife?
    Olivia: Robin?!
    Robin(M): Olivia, what I want to say is...I love you. ...Will you marry me?
    Olivia: Oh! You even brought a ring and... *sniff* Oh, Robin. I don't care if
    I get that theater or not... So long as I'm with you.
    Robin(M): But I care! Now put that ring on and grab a hammer!
    Olivia: Hee hee! Maybe we can use the theater for our reception.
    Robin(M): Heh ha, what a great idea! We'll have 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!
    
    [Confession Event]
    I've been in love with you forever. I only wish I had the courage to tell you
    sooner.
    
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    Robin(M)/Cherche
    ----------------
    
    C Support
    
    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.
    Robin(M): Cherche? What are you up to?
    Cherche: Ah, perfect timing, Robin. I want to ask you something.
    Robin(M): What about?
    Cherche: Among your many friends, are there any particularly beautiful
    wyverns?
    Robin(M): ...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.
    Robin(M): 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...
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): Well, if you think I can help! Ha ha ha...ha? Wait... You were being
    serious?
    Cherche: Did you hear that, Minverva? Robin is going to help us!
    <Minerva roars>
    Cherche: Oh, look how happy you've made Minerva!
    Robin(M): That bloodcurdling sound was happiness?!
    
    B Support
    
    Robin(M): I've assembled an extensive dossier on prospective 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.
    Robin(M): 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, Robin? Did you know that these are all female wyverns?
    Robin(M): Er, right. Is that a problem?
    Cherche: Minerva is a girl. ...Who likes boys.
    Robin(M): He is? ...I m-mean, she is?!
    Cherche: Yes, SHE is! ...It's perfectly obvious if you just bother to look.
    Robin(M): (Why in blazes would I ever be looking at--)
    Cherche: I'm sorry? I didn't quite catch that.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): ...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.
    Robin(M): Oh, you have GOT to be joking!
    
    A Support
    
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): Thank heavens! I was just about at the end of my rope with all this
    wyvern business...
    Cherche: Thank you, Robin. We both appreciate everything you've done for us. 
    You are truly too kind.
    Robin(M): Well, if I do succeed, I imagine my name will go down in the history
    books.
    Cherche: As the first-ever chaperone for a wyvern blind date? Oh yes. I wager
    you'll be famous for centuries.
    Robin(M): ...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.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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>
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): BRANDON THE REJECT?! WHO?!
    Cherche: She seems sure that you are the key to all of this working.
    Robin(M): 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>
    Robin(M): WAAAH GODS! NOT AGAIN!
    
    S Support
    
    Cherche: Oh, Robin, 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.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): *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.
    Robin(M): 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...
    Robin(M): Then Minerva has my eternal gratitude.
    Cherche: ...What do you mean?
    Robin(M): She chased away my rivals. Thanks to her, I get to be the one to
    give you this.
    Cherche: A ring? An...engagement ring?
    Robin(M): 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, Robin! Th-this is so suprising! I accept! Oh, I gladly accept!
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): 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!
    
    [Confession Event]
    It's funny. Being close like this just feels...right. It's as if it was always
    meant to be.
    
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    Robin(M)/Henry
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    C Support
    
    Henry: ......
    Robin(M): Henry? What are you doing? ...Why are you all hunched over? Are you
    unwell? Is your stomach... Oh, gods, are you hurt?! Somebody, HELP! Henry's
    been--
    Henry: Hey-o, Robin! What's all the ruckus?
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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...
    Robin(M): What is it, some kind of--AAAAAAAAH!
    Henry: Don't worry, it's perfectly safe! *poke, poke* See? Dead as a doornail.
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): 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...?
    
    B Support
    
    Henry: Lah-di-da, do-di-doh, fee-fi-fo-fum, bom bom bom...
    Robin(M): 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, Robin, 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.
    Robin(M): Wh-what?!
    Henry: If I get it to work, we can have them all fight on our behalf! Then we
    can sip tea for the rest of the war and collect the accolades once it's over.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): Good.
    
    A Support
    
    Robin(M): Henry, I wanted to congratulate you on that last battle.
    Henry: Oh?
    Robin(M): Yes. Especially when those Risen appeared out of nowhere. You placed
    the village at you 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.
    Robin(M): I know what I said, but I was surprised you'd taken it to heart.
    Henry: Heh, I just do what I'm told.
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): 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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    Robin(M)/Lucina
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    C Support
    
    Robin(M): Phew! I think that's enough work for one day.
    Lucina: Good evening, Robin. I wonder if I might have a word?
    Robin(M): Hello, Lucina. What can I do for you?
    Lucina: There's something important I want to talk to you about. ...And only
    to you.
    Robin(M): That sounds a bit 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.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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, Robin.
    Robin(M): ......
    
    B Support
    
    Lucina: ......
    Robin(M): Lucina? What are you doing out here all alone?
    Lucina: Ah, Robin. I was just thinking about the future again. My future, I
    mean. I wonder how everyone is managing now. Do they still live, or...?
    Robin(M): 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...
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): 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, Robin.
    Robin(M): 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, Robin. Your words give me strength.
    
    A Support
    
    Robin(M): Hello, Lucina.
    Lucina: Hello, Robin. Were you looking for me?
    Robin(M): Yes, actually. I wanted to ask you something about the future.
    Lucina: What do you want to know?
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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: ......
    Robin(M): Lucina, you're very important to me, and I can't stand to see you 
    neglect yourself.
    Lucina: Robin... I...
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): Perhaps. Just... Will you promise me to take better care of
    yourself?
    Lucina: For you...yes.
    Robin(M): Ah...a relief to hear.
    Lucina: And a relief for me that you care, Robin. Thank you.
    
    S Support
    
    Robin(M): Hello, Lucina.
    Lucina: Robin? Fancy meeting you here.
    Robin(M): Actually, I followed you. I, er...wanted to give you these.
    Lucina: Oh, Robin! Did you pick flowers for me? They're absolutely beautiful,
    and they smell heavenly!
    Robin(M): ...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, Robin, what are we celebrating?
    Robin(M): Nothing, really. I just thought you could use some cheer.
    Lucina: You really shouldn't worry about me so...
    Robin(M): It's no trouble... I... You're a dear friend, and I want to do
    anything I can to help.
    Lucina: ......
    Robin(M): ...... ...Actually, I'm not being entirely honest. You ARE dear to
    me, of course, and the daughter of a true friend. But..
    Lucina: But...?
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): Lucina, I've fallen helplessly in love with you! I tried not to, but
    I couldn't help it!
    Lucina: Oh, Robin...
    Robin(M): We've been through so much, and I know many trials still awaits
    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.
    Robin(M): 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!
    
    [Confession Event]
    I love you, and no matter what the future holds, I'm going to cherish every
    moment.
    
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    Robin(M)/Say'ri
    ---------------
    
    C Support
    
    Robin(M): I have a question for you, Say'ri.
    Say'ri: Then I shall strive to answer it.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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.
    
    B Support
    
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): Interesting.
    Say'ri: Raw fish is also a Chon'sin delicacy.
    Robin(M): ...Raw? Is it any good?
    Say'ri: Quite so, provided the fish is fresh. If not...well, it can be an ugly
    sight indeed.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): I'd love to try it myself someday.
    Say'ri: Aye! If ever the opportunity arises, it would be honor to treat you.
    
    A Support
    
    Robin(M): Hello, Say'ri.
    Say'ri: ......
    Robin(M): (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--?!
    Robin(M): Sorry! I didn't mean to startle you.
    Say'ri: Oh, Robin! Fie, 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.
    Robin(M): What, with the painting? Whyever 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.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): Interesting. I've never seen one like it.
    Say'ri: I'ts unique to Chon'sin and blooms but briefly once a year.
    Robin(M): It 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...
    Robin(M): ...Say'ri?
    Say'ri: Ah, apologies! I lost myself in nostalgia, it seems. I don't know what
    came over me.
    Robin(M): Not at all. I enjoy listening to your stories.
    Say'ri: Saying so is the greatest reward you could offer. My thanks.
    
    S Support
    
    Say'ri: ......
    Robin(M): You're awfully quiet, Say'ri. Is everything all right?
    Say'ri: Ah, Robin. Apologies. My head swims with memories of Chon'sin as of
    late.
    Robin(M): 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...
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): ...What?
    Say'ri: I'll never be far from home as long as I'm with you, Robin. Please...
    stay with me.
    Robin(M): Oh, Say'ri! I want to spend the rest of my life with you, too!
    Say'ri: I...I would be honored.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): It's a promise. You can bring your new home to your old one.
    Say'ri: Perhaps under the cherry trees, we can be joined. Together, as one...
    
    [Confession Event]
    To think my greatest joy would be found within this chaos. Your heart and mine
    shall be bound forever.
    
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    Robin(M)/Basilio
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    C Support
    
    Robin(M): Ah, Basilio. Hello.
    Basilio: Greetings, Robin. What can I do for you?
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): You can't be serious!
    Basilio: Well, I'm sure as hell not making it up for YOUR benefit!
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): Alone?! Without even the kingsguard?! What fools allowed you to take
    such risks?! 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!
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): Tricks?
    Basilio: Yep. Come here, lean in close... *whisper, whisper*
    Robin(M): No! Really?! With THAT? You're pulling my leg!
    Basilio: Keep your voice down, fool!
    Robin(M): Oh, right. Sorry. But...
    Basilio: A man can solve most any problem, so long as he's willing to think
    around corners. Remember that, Robin, when you get lost in your maps and dusty
    old books! BWAAA HA HA!
    <Basilio leaves>
    Robin(M): ...Was that a joke? I don't get it?
    
    B Support
    
    Robin(M): Basilio?
    Basilio: Oh-ho! Robin strikes again! What can I do for you?
    Robin(M): I was thinking about your clandestine 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.
    Robin(M): ...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!
    Robin(M): 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, Robin!
    Robin(M): 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. 
    Robin(M): Exactly. I'm glad you appreciate--
    Basilio: So what about a woman? You've got time for that, surely?
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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...
    Robin(M): ...I really should get back.
    Basilio: Hush now, and lean in close! It's all about... *whisper, whisper*
    Robin(M): 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>
    Robin(M): ...It truly frightens me to think that man once led an entire
    nation.
    
    A Support
    
    Basilio: Ahoy there, Robin!
    Robin(M): Ah, Basilio.
    Basilio: I bet you haven't pulled your nose out of those tactical plans since
    we last spoke.
    Robin(M): 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 arse doesn't
    explode! Still, you're in good company, I suppose. Chrom and his gang are busy
    just the same.
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): ...You certainly make a strong case. Very well. I will try to be
    more...sociable.
    Basilio: You're missing my point, you think-skulled ninny! It's not about
    TRYING anything! You just need to make time for your friends and have some
    fun! That's all.
    Robin(M): Er, do you have any suggestions? Specifics would be useful...
    Basilio: One or two, one or two. Here, lean in close... *whisper, whisper*
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): I don't quite see the connection...
    Basilio: BWA HA HA! By the gods, youth is wasted on the young! Just think
    about it, fool!
    <Basilio leaves>
    Robin(M): 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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    Robin(M)/Flavia
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    C Support
    
    Flavia: Ah. Robin, isn't it? I want a word with you.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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 still I draw breath.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): Khan Flavia?
    Flavia: Of course, I am talking about after the war. You must see Chrom
    through to victory.
    Robin(M): 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.
    
    B Support
    
    Robin(M): Hmmm... But then, if they hit us here, our flank would be exposed.
    Unless...
    Flavia: Robin, is that you?
    Robin(M): Oh, Khan Flavia.
    Flavia: What are you doing out here? Everyone else is resting. Ah, yes, yes,
    yes.
    Robin(M): Er, yes, what?
    Flavia: Not only are you skilled, smart, and brave, but also hardworking and
    diligent! We simply MUST have you.
    Robin(M): I'm sorry?
    Flavia: Come, come, Robin. Have you forgotten our talk?
    Robin(M): Is this about the tactician position?
    Flavia: I don't mind waiting until after the war, but I'm anxious to know your
    intentions.
    Robin(M): I'm honored by the offer, but I just don't have time to consider the
    proposal.
    Flavia: Too busy serving Chrom, I suppose.
    Robin(M): 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 to work my 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.
    Robin(M): Er, I suppose so...
    
    A Support
    
    Flavia: Robin, may I have a word?
    Robin(M): 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...
    Robin(M): Oh?
    Flavia: As a tactician, your judgement is supreme. Frankly, I've 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.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): It's not that at all! I swear I was just 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!
    Robin(M): Heh, I pray that day comes...
    
    S Support
    
    Robin(M): Khan Flavia?
    Flavia: What is it?
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): Well, it's just that...it's true what you said, about how Chrom and
    I work together. And that made me realize that I need to give myself a new
    challenge.
    Flavia: How do you mean?
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): If it is still available, yes.
    Flavia: ......
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): Wh-what are you saying?
    Flavia: 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...
    Robin(M): Heh, you won't get rid of me that easy...
    Flavia: Hmm?
    Robin(M): You promised me a job, Flavia.
    Flavia: Are you mocking my affections? ...I've killed men for far less,
    tactician.
    Robin(M): I wish to serve you for the rest of my life--as tactician AND
    husband!
    Flavia: You... I... Are you certain about this, Robin?
    Robin(M): I have never been more certain about anything in my life.
    Flavia: Oh, this is wonderful, Robin! The whole kingdom will rejoice! And I,
    most of all!
    Robin(M): 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?
    
    [Confession Event]
    In the name of Regna Ferox, I'll tear the whole world down if you but ask of
    me. That's a khan's promise.
    
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    Robin(M)/Donnel
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    C Support
    
    Donnel: Nah, still no good. The hook's too big. Maybe if I... Naw, that ain't
    it neither!
    Robin(M): 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 as it starts fightin'.
    Robin(M): Ah, yes. It needs a barb on the inside. Here, may I? ...There we go.
    Donnel: Wow, thanks! I owe ya one, Robin. How'd ya know so much about fishin'
    hooks anyhow?
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): Sure, sounds great!
    
    B Support
    
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): Ha ha, listen to us! We're obsessed.
    Donnel: Heh, ain't that the truth? We ain't even on larder duty!
    Robin(M): 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'.
    Robin(M): I know! Ah ha ha!
    
    A Support
    
    Robin(M): Do you cook, Donny?
    Donnel: Sure--if I ain't got a choice. You?
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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>
    Robin(M): Gah! The fish! You're burning it!
    Donnel: And yer stew is boilin' over!
    Robin(M): HOOOOOOT! Hot! Hot! Hot!
    Donnel: You all right?!
    Robin(M): 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!
    <Donnel leaves and returns>
    Donnel: I got the water! Stick yer hand in there!
    Robin(M): Ahhhhhhhhh...
    Donnel: I reckon there WAS harm in us tryin' to cook.
    Robin(M): Still, I'd say it was worth it. At least I got to learn something
    about you.
    Donnel: And what's that?
    Robin(M): 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...
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): 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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    Robin(M)/Anna
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    C Support
    
    Anna: Tee hee hee!
    Robin(M): Ha! Someone's cheerful today.
    Anna: EEEEEEEEK! Oh! Sorry! I didn't notice you there, Robin.
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): If you say so.
    Anna: Oh, I do! I tell ya, the path to happiness is paved with gold!
    Robin(M): ...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.
    Robin(M): I don't know...
    Anna: I love money! Money, money, money! Clink clink clink go the coins!
    Robin(M): ......
    
    B Support
    
    Robin(M): Hello, Anna.
    Anna: Oh! Hello, Robin!
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): I guess that's fair...
    
    A Support
    
    Anna: Rragh! What gives today?!
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): Sorry to hear it.
    Anna: Times like this, a girl needs a shoulder to cry on.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): ...Really?
    Anna: YES! Do you really have to ask? Sheesh, why can't you just listen like
    you always do?
    Robin(M): Maybe I'm holding out for more money.
    Anna: Now just a... Come on! Stop it already!
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): Sure, I'll just start a tab...
    Anna: *Sigh* ...You just don't give up, do you?
    
    S Support
    
    Robin(M): Hello, Anna. I brought you something.
    Anna: Ooh! A present? For me?!
    Robin(M): It's not much, but...
    Anna: Aw, it's a necklace! That is SO SWEET! But, um... Why?
    Robin(M): Well, it's your birthday, isn't it?
    Anna: Is it? ...Wait, it is! I completely forgot! I'm surprised you even knew.
    Robin(M): I wouldn't let a good friend's birthday slip past unnoticed.
    Anna: I'm a...good friend?
    Robin(M): Of course you are.
    Anna: Um... Gosh, you really ARE sweet.
    Robin(M): Thanks.
    Anna: ......
    Robin(M): Something wrong?
    Anna: No, I'm just...realizing something. People say "it's the thought that
    count"...and it's actually true.
    Robin(M): You realized that because of my gift?
    Anna: I did. And you know what, Robin? You're right. Some things money can't
    buy. ...... I love you!
    Robin(M): 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?!
    Robin(M): Okay, that's REALLY sudden!
    Anna: I TOLD you I was whimsical! Better decide quick, before my whimsy takes
    me in a new direction.
    Robin(M): 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...
    
    [Confession Event]
    Keep THIS up and someday I may love you more than money! Ha ha. No, seriously.
    
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    Robin(M)/Owain
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    C Support
    
    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!
    Robin(M): ...What are you doing, Owain?
    Owain: Oh, greetings, Robin. 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.
    Robin(M): Owain Dark?
    Owain: A title bestowed upon me by the masses, born of equal parts fear and
    love! What began as rumor soon became legend, and my name spread throughout
    the world!
    Robin(M): Do people actually call you that? I mean, real people? Who exist?
    Owain: ...Not yet. But they will!
    Robin(M): Well, it's good to dream big, I suppose.
    Owain: Any man can dream. But only a legend can become myth!
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): Gah?!
    Owain: I spy a pack ten men strong and charge into the fray! One swipe, 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!
    Robin(M): 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!"
    Robin(M): (It's like watching some kind of bizarre one-man theater
    performance...)
    
    B Support
    
    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!
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): (Single-handedly, no doubt...)
    Owain: What was that, Robin?
    Robin(M): 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 knows the location of the
    orphan hostages!
    Robin(M): 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 cautious fight. If we dance, the cowardly
    lord will flee! I trust my allies to guard the exits, and the rooftop duel
    commences!
    Robin(M): Wait, when did you get on the roof?
    Owain: I lock eyes with a woman whose sword has topple 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."
    Robin(M): ...Yes? And then?! Don't stop when it's actually getting good!
    
    A Support
    
    Owain: Ahoy hoy, Robin!
    Robin(M): Oh, hello, Owain.
    Owain: Any interest in hearing the next episode in the ongoing saga of Owain
    Dark?
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): --tle. Okay, then. Never mind. I guess we'll all just be killed.
    Owain: You say something?
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): ...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!
    Robin(M): 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 blinding thrust!
    Robin(M): ...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.
    Robin(M): ...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
    crafts tactics to best them.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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 stuff.
    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!
    Robin(M): 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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    Robin(M)/Inigo
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    C Support
    
    Inigo: Hello, Robin. You busy?
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): Ha! You mean instead of chasing girls hither 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!
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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, Robin!
    <Inigo leaves>
    Robin(M): ...Is that what I was doing?
    
    B Support
    
    Inigo: Heeeeey, Robin!
    Robin(M): Well, you sound chipper, Inigo.
    Inigo: Of course! Nothing scares the ladies away like a frown, so I'm all
    smiles, all the time!
    Robin(M): It always comes back to that, doesn't it?
    Inigo: Oh, that reminds me! So I told you about that one restaurant I ate at,
    right? The one with the cute waitress?
    Robin(M): Let me guess: you met another woman there.
    Inigo: She was absolutely gorgeous! And sitting just one bench away!
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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...
    Robin(M): ...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: Robin? Robin, are you listening to this?
    
    A Support
    
    Inigo: Say, Robin! Got a minute?
    Robin(M): Sure, what is it?
    Inigo: You have to listen to my tale of woe!
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): ...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.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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 are really smart. After outwitting enemy
    generals, I bet the ladies must be easy prey.
    Robin(M): ...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.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): 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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    Robin(M)/Brady
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    C Support
    
    Robin(M): Ah, there you are.
    Brady: Lookin' for me, Robin?
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): 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 knows how a real organization works and does it all by the book.
    Yessir, it's ironclad hierarchy for me!
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): If you're sure...
    
    B Support
    
    Brady: Hmm... Everybody likes him... They trust him as a tactician... His
    orders are so darn precise... He keeps his 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...
    Robin(M): Hmm? Who's that over there...?
    Brady: I think I've found my man!
    Robin(M): Oh, hello, Brady? What'd you find?
    Brady: Wha--?! Robin! ...N-no, nothin'.
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): Huh? Where's this coming from?
    Brady: Don't clam up now, just answer the question.
    Robin(M): 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."
    Robin(M): 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 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!
    Robin(M): 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 all agree on the course.
    Brady: So it's important it has a "logical continuity"... Huh.
    Robin(M): Does that answer your question?
    Brady: I dunno. Gimme some time to mull it over. ...Alone.
    <Brady leaves>
    Robin(M): I wonder what that was all about?
    
    A Support
    
    Brady: Hey, Robin! I want to be yer boy, and I want you to make me a man!
    Robin(M): ...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!
    Robin(M): Riiight. I remember that much.
    Brady: Well, I decided YOU'RE gonna be that someone! Sure, you're not exacly
    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.
    Robin(M): 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 for me, boss! Lemme
    have it!
    Robin(M): I'm still not 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
    camp's givin' you lip, lemme smack 'em around. Fellas? Dames? Old ladies?
    Don't matter none to ol' Brady!
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): Ugh, Brady...
    Brady: Yeah, boss?! Whaddya need? Just name it!
    Robin(M): 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...
    Robin(M): We have a gang together, Brady! Our army, a field of equals. I
    consider all of you brothers and sister--peers--as should you. We're already
    bound together, and that's not going to change.
    Brady: Fair enough, boss. Er, Robin. After all, I wouldn't have chose to
    serve ya if ya didn't have a magnanimous streak.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): Welcome to the gang, Brady.
    
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    Robin(M)/Kjelle
    ---------------
    
    C Support
    
    Kjelle: *Huff, huff* Robin!
    Robin(M): Goodness, what's wrong?! You look like you sprinted here!
    Kjelle: Spar with me! No practice weapons! No quarter! Spar with me for true!
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): I refuse your challenge. Only a fool risks injury in anything more
    than practice. And by your tone, I'm guessing this is more than simple 
    training.
    Kjelle: Ha! Look at the craven! Are you so afraid of losing to a woman?
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): Oh, for the love of... *sigh* Fine! Fine. We'll spar. But just this 
    once!
    Kjelle: Once will be enough. Have at you!
    
    B Support
    
    Kjelle: Robin! I demand one more round!
    Robin(M): ...All right. But this is honestly the last and final time. Truly.
    Kjelle: Then have at you!
    Robin(M): ...... You've lost.
    Kjelle: What?! We've not even started!
    Robin(M): Look at your stance. You're too tense. You've lost before you've
    begun.
    Kjelle: Are you mocking me, sir?!
    Robin(M): 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--
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): ......
    Kjelle: I challenged you with the idea of gauging your skills, Robin. But
    instead, I find my own prowess has been called into question. ...When you said
    I relied on brute force, it...upset me.
    Robin(M): 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: ......
    Robin(M): Perhaps I spoke too harshly. Forgive me. ...I'll leave you to your 
    thoughts.
    <Robin leaves>
    Kjelle: Damn him... He's right.
    
    A Support
    
    Kjelle: ...Hngh!
    Robin(M): Something wrong, Kjelle?
    Kjelle: Er, I'm... It's nothing!
    Robin(M): You're hurt, aren't you?
    Kjelle: I said it's nothing. A scratch.
    Robin(M): Even the smallest wound can fester. Let's have a look.
    Kjelle: Ah!
    Robin(M): It's fresh... This is from that 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.
    Robin(M): Before training, you mean?
    Kjelle: Before sparring with you. Your words have made me stronger.
    Robin(M): 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
    stronger 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.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): My pleasure.
    
    S Support
    
    Kjelle: Robin!
    Robin(M): Kjelle... Is everything all right?
    Kjelle: I need you to spar with me one last time. ...Please.
    Robin(M): I'm guessing your reasons are different than before?
    Kjelle: They are. So will you grant me this request?
    Robin(M): No holding back. Agreed?
    Kjelle: I'll come at you with all I have!
    Robin(M): Hyaaah!
    <Clang>
    Kjelle: Yaaah!
    <Stab>
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): Oh?
    Kjelle: I wasn't sure before, but now I know that... That I love you.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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, Robin!
    
    [Confession Event]
    With you at my side, I feel as strong as newly forged steel. I...I adore you.
    
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    Robin(M)/Cynthia
    ----------------
    
    C Support
    
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): Cynthia, wait! Come back! CYNTHIAAAAAAAAA!
    <Time passes>
    Cynthia: Gyaaa!
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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...
    Robin(M): I'm not sure that's the WORST part...
    
    B Support
    
    Robin(M): Hey, Cynthia?
    Cynthia: ......
    Robin(M): Is everything all right? I can practically see the dark cloud
    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.
    Robin(M): It's just mud. I think they'll survive.
    Cynthia: I... I need to apologize to you, too, Robin. I was a big fat idiot!
    I'm really sorry!
    Robin(M): 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...
    Robin(M): 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...
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): Hey, we already consider you pretty darn heroic.
    Cynthia: Aw, REALLY?! All right! That settles it! Starting today, I'm a team
    player! Thanks, Robin!
    Robin(M): Glad to help.
    
    A Support
    
    Robin(M): Cynthia!
    Cynthia: Huh? What's wrong? Did something happen?
    Robin(M): You were amazing in that last battle!
    Cynthia: ...I was?
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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, Robin!
    Robin((M): Er, what did I say again?
    Cynthia: You said I needed to fight as part of the team!
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): Er, all right, then.
    
    S Support
    
    Cynthia: Robin, do you have a minute? There's...something I need to talk to
    you about.
    Robin(M): Is everything all right? You seem rather...subdued today.
    Cynthia: I just... I wanted to thank you.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): Er, I'm not sure "ringleader" would be the 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?
    Robin(M): I'd be delighted. Er, wait. Do you mean...
    Cynthia: I think I'm... I'm in love with you, Robin. 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?
    Robin(M): I'd like that a very great deal, Cynthia.
    Cynthia: Oh? Yes? Oh, thank the gods! I was worried you would say no!
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): And I 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! 
    
    [Confession Event]
    I love you BEST of all. You're like my own personal hero!
    
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    Robin(M)/Severa
    ---------------
    
    C Support
    
    Severa: Hold it right there, Robin!
    Robin(M): Severa? Is something wrong?
    Severa: Well, duh! Yes, something is wrong! What was that nonsense at the war
    council just now?!
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): I think it really depends on the circumstances... In that scenario,
    we would've been chasing them into rugged, mountainous terrain.
    Severa: So?!
    Robin(M): So they can't travel at speed through 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 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 you've got ALL the answers, don't you? You sure have
    gotten a big head since Chrom made you our tactician...
    Robin(M): Hey, I hardly think that's fair...
    Severa: Oh, so you DON'T think you're the smartest one here? How humble of
    you!
    Robin(M): 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! Don't think you can trick me with your...trickery!
    Robin(M): 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 meeting! ...Gawds, he thinks he's so clever.
    
    B Support
    
    Severa: Ha! Found you!
    Robin(M): Did you need something, Severa?
    Severa: Don't play dumb with me. I'm here with an answer to your little
    question.
    Robin(M): 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?!
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): 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 minimalize
    casualties!
    Robin(M): ...Not good enough.
    Severa: Not good enough?!
    Robin(M): 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
    end 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!
    Robin(M): Er, I think you're misunderstanding what I'm saying, Severa.
    Severa: Well I think you're being a big, fat tactical jerk!
    <Severa leaves>
    Robin(M): ...Well, that could have gone better. But at least now I see what
    this is about.
    
    A Support
    
    Robin(M): Oh. Hello, Severa.
    Severa: ...Hey.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): ...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!
    Robin(M): It's a B+ plan, with an A+ for effort!
    Severa: ...... B PLUS?!
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): Oh, I wouldn't call it a waste. Considering a problem from different
    angles often 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!
    Robin(M): Hey, I'm sorry! Don't be mad, Severa! ...Come back!
    
    S Support
    
    Severa: Hey, Robin?
    Robin(M): Yes?
    Severa: ...How come you don't avoid me like everyone else does?
    Robin(M): Wait, do people 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.
    Robin(M): Well, for what it's worth, I don't think so. You're emotional, yes,
    and you say what's on your mind. Forcefully, usually... But that doesn't
    really bother me. In fact, I find it refreshing...
    Severa: Refreshing?!
    Robin(M): Sure! I mean, look at me. I'm pretty dull when you get right down to
    it. And even when you say anything 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?
    Robin(M): I'm afraid I may need a little more to go on.
    Severa: Ugh, you can be SO dim sometimes!
    Robin(M): ...Am I missing something obvious here?
    Severa: I love you, Robin! That obvious enough for you?! You're always so
    caring, and it makes me feel...special, I guess. You make me happy.
    Robin(M): Wow, Severa...
    Severa: L-look, I'm sorry for being so snarky and competitive all the time.
    But maybe in the future we can be more of a team?
    Robin(M): You mean a couple? I'd like that.
    Severa: REALLY?! ...You would?
    Robin(M): ...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.
    Robin(M): Heh, that much is obvious, even to a big, fat tactical jerk like me.
    
    [Confession Event]
    I...I love you. Hey, pay attention for once! And say something sweet why
    dontcha!
    
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    Robin(M)/Gerome
    ---------------
    
    C Support
    
    Robin(M): Say, Gerome? I've been meaning to ask you something for a while 
    now...
    Gerome: ......
    Robin(M): Why do you always wear that mask?
    Gerome: ......
    Robin(M): Is it merely for show, or does it have a deeper meaning?
    Gerome: ......
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): Yes, but--
    Gerome: No. The safest thing is to avoid contact as much as possible.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): Very well. I will leave it there, for now. But we will discuss this 
    again, you and I.
    <Robin leaves>
    Gerome: ......
    
    B Support
    
    Robin(M): Greetings, Gerome.
    Gerome: I told you, I want nothing to do with you.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): But it also must 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.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): Then you are going about it entirely the wrong way.
    Gerome: Explain yourself.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): ......
    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.
    Robin(M): Surely you do not truly believe that...
    <Gerome leaves>
    Robin(M): I only pray he learns before it is too late...
    
    A Support
    
    Robin(M): Gerome.
    Gerome: What do you want, Robin?
    Robin(M): I've been watching you more closely on the battlefield.
    Gerome: And?
    Robin(M): 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...
    Robin(M): Yes?
    Gerome: Do you remember when I told you I wanted nothing to do with people
    from this era? It was true when I said it...but perhaps I went too far in
    avoiding your kind.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): Heh, I like to think we have our moments.
    
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    Robin(M)/Morgan(F)
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    C Support
    
    Morgan(F): Oh, Father! Over here! Come with me a minute!
    Robin(M): What is it, Morgan?
    Morgan(F): Oh, nothing. It's just... C'mon! I need to talk to you about
    something.
    Robin(M): Well, I'm afraid I'm a bit busy at the moment. Can we talk here?
    Morgan(F): H-here? Er, that's not really... I can just wait, thanks.
    Robin(M): Are you sure it's nothing urgent?
    Morgan(F): Um, no, it's... Ha ha! ...I'll be right back.
    <Morgan leaves>
    Morgan(F): ...... Okay, all set! Now to lure Father into this pitfall trap...
    <Morgan returns>
    Morgan(F): Phew, I'm back! Hey, let's take a walk, shall we? Right this way,
    Father!
    Robin(M): You're acting very strange, Morgan.
    Morgan(F): (Allllmost... Just a couple more steps...)
    Robin(M): ...Huh? A pitfall? Now that's a classic!
    Morgan(F): Dang! How did you know?! I was super careful in disguising it. It
    didn't look suspicious at all!
    Robin(M): 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(F): 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.
    Robin(M): Wait, how deep did you make it?!
    
    B Support
    
    Robin(M): Hmm... Now where did I put it...?
    Morgan(F): Looking for that treatise on tactics, Father? Blue cover? Fairly
    thick?
    Robin(M): Yes. How did you... Waaait a minute.
    Morgan(F): Yup! I hid it! Think you can find it?
    Robin(M): Is that today's challenge, then?
    Morgan(F): 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--
    Robin(M): Found it.
    Morgan(F): WHAT?!
    Robin(M): It's in that bag you're holding, isn't it?
    Morgan(F): Hmph. ...Fine.
    Robin(M): Guess I win this round.
    Morgan(F): How did you figure it out so fast?
    Robin(M): 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(F): You read my entire thought process! ...And here I thought I was
    being so clever.
    Robin(M): All right, that settles today's challenge. Now come take a seat.
    Morgan(F): Huh?
    Robin(M): Let's read that book together. You wanted to work on your strategic
    thinking, right?
    Morgan(F): Right!
    
    A Support
    
    Morgan(F): I'd draw your forces out to this line, then strike with an ambush
    team from the woods.
    Robin(M): Then I would move...here. Now you find yourself trapped in a pincer
    movement.
    Morgan(F): Crud. You win again.
    Robin(M): 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(F): Thanks, Father. I'll give some of your strategy texts another read-
    through. But know this--one of these days, I WILL outmaneuver you!
    Robin(M): 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(F): Okay! See you tomorrow!
    <Morgan leaves>
    Robin(M): ...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.
    
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    Robin(M)/Yarne
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    C Support
    
    Yarne: Yeesh, that last battle got pretty hairy... My knees are shaking just
    thinking back. One wrong step, and I would've been--
    Robin(M): Ah! Yarne. Good, I found you.
    Yarne: GAH! D-don't DO that, Robin!
    Robin(M): Do...what, exactly? Did I startle you? I apologize...
    Yarne: No, it's... Sorry, you're fine. Don't worry about it.
    Robin(M): You all right, Yarne? You know you can talk to me if something's
    bothering you, right?
    Yarne: ...Did you need me for something?
    Robin(M): ...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!
    Robin(M): So that's it.
    Yarne: I can't take the fear. And if it's not the fear, it's the pressure!
    Robin(M): 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...
    Robin(M): ...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.
    
    B Support
    
    Yarne: Hey, Robin. I've been giving a lot of thought to what you said
    before...
    Robin(M): How sometimes running away can be more dangerous than standing your
    ground?
    Yarne: Right.
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): 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 you restore your race in the future.
    Yarne: ...... Maybe... Maybe you're right. I need time to think...
    
    A Support
    
    Robin(M): Yarne!
    Yarne: Y-yes?
    Robin(M): You were amazing out there today! I've never seen you so brave!
    Yarne: Ha! I was mostly just desperate.
    Robin(M): 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 feel like a hero, though. I barely
    knew what I was doing. Even now, it's all a little hazy...
    Robin(M): 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, Robin. Especially from you. I couldn't
    have come this far without your help.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): Well, I'm certainly glad to hear it.
    Yarne: I'll give everything I can to do my heritage proud!
    Robin(M): In my eyes, you already have, Yarne. You already have.
    
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    Robin(M)/Laurent
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    C Support
    
    Robin(M): Hello, Laurent.
    Laurent: Robin.
    Robin(M): Catching up on your reading?
    Laurent: Indeed.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): Peculiar how?
    Laurent: Some tomes offer precious little in practical use, but hide wildly
    entertaining powers. And whenever I find a book of that sort, I simply must
    acquire it for my collection.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): Absolutely! I look forward to it.
    
    B Support
    
    Laurent: Ah, Robin.
    Robin(M): Hmm?
    Laurent: Might I have a moment of your time?
    Robin(M): Of course.
    Laurent: I brought a few examples of the useless but curious tomes I spoke of
    earlier.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): That's a sort of wind magic seen 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.
    Robin(M): You're kidding, that small?
    Laurent: Shall we have a demonstration? ...Haah!
    Robin(M): 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 day, that
    is.
    Robin(M): Ha ha! Adorable...
    Laurent: Next, an incantation that summons a faint magical light.
    Robin(M): That sounds like it would have plenty of practical applications as
    well. What's the catch?
    Laurent: Very astute of you to ask. The spell 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.
    Robin(M): Wow. Even magic was less convenient back in the old days...
    Laurent: This beautiful thing is a tome of proximal telepathy.
    Robin(M): Telepathy? That sounds amazing! How does it work?
    Laurent: I shall demonstrate. ...Huuup! (Well...? Can you hear my voice within
    your head?)
    Robin(M): Wha--?! Your lips aren't moving, but I hear you in my mind! That's
    incredible, Laurent! How is THAT not useful?!
    Laurent: ...GAAAAAAAASP! 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.
    Robin(M): Ha ha! I see! Speaking normally seems like the all-around winner, 
    then. Still hearing your voice echo in 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.
    Robin(M): But you were certainly right about them being entertaining!
    Laurent: I am glad you found them agreeable.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): You say you have others like these, yes? Would you mind sharing them
    sometime?
    Laurent: It would be my pleasure.
    
    A Support
    
    Laurent: *Huff, huff* Robin!
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): Really? What does it do?!
    Laurent: It conjures forth RAINBOWS!
    Robin(M): ...Like, a rainbow one might see after it rains? That's it?
    Laurent: Yes, but it creates them from nothing! Rainless rainbows!
    Robin(M): I suppose that is impressive, but... Well actually, 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, Robin.
    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.
    Robin(M): Fair enough.
    Laurent: Well, no time like the present. Stand back, and I'll begin the
    incantation immediately.
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): Ah! Amazing! Laurent, you did it! You made a rainbow! Wait, so
    why... Pfffffaaa ha ha ha ha!
    Laurent: Hmm? Strange, I don't see... Robin, where is the rainbow? I don't see
    it in any corner of the sky.
    Robin(M): AAAAAAH HA HA HA!
    Laurent: ...Robin?
    Robin(M): Heha ha, d-down, Laurent! Look down!
    Laurent: ...Waugh?! I nearly stepped on it! I've never seen such a miniscule
    thing! It's scarcely the size of a mouse... Some ancient manuscript this is!
    Robin(M): Ha ha... Haaa... Hoooooo, boy! Maybe not calm, but as for joy, that
    gave me the best laughs I've had in weeks!
    Laurent: ...I noticed.
    Robin(M): Well, I think it's a great addition to your collection. It certainly
    brought a smile to this tired soldier's face.
    Laurent: I'm thrilled to hear you say that.
    Robin(M): 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, Robin!
    
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    Robin(M)/Noire
    --------------
    
    C Support
    
    Noire: *Siiigh*
    Robin(M): Something on your mind, Noire?
    Noire: Eep! Oh, Robin! N-no, nothing... Just a bit tired, I suppose.
    Robin(M): 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...
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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.
    
    B Support
    
    Noire: *Siiigh*
    Robin(M): What's wrong, Noire? Tired again?
    Noire: N-no, that's not it. Well, I AM tired, but...
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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, Robin?!
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): Whoa! N-no, Noire! Never! I didn't say anything like that!
    Noire: THEN SPEAK, MORTAL! WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE ME DO?!
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): Y-yes! That's the perfect word! Festive! Maybe that will energize
    you a bit?
    Noire: ...Huh. Well, I guess I'll consider it.
    
    A Support
    
    Noire: *Siiigh*
    Robin(M): Still sighing away, Noire?
    Noire: Oh. Hello...
    Robin(M): Troubles still not resolved, then?
    Noire: I wanted to take your advice, but...I don't know what constitutes
    festive attire.
    Robin(M): Ah. Well, even if you had, I'm not sure where you'd fine 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...
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): 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!
    
    S Support
    
    Robin(M): Everything all right, Noire? You seem down.
    Noire: Eep! ...Oh. Robin. 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...
    Robin(M): Hmm, well... W-well... Have you tried falling in love?
    Noire: Wh-what?
    Robin(M): 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*
    Robin(M): ...Sorry? I didn't catch that.
    Noire: *Mumble* ...You really want to know?
    Robin(M): Huh? Well, sure.
    Noire: Well, all right... Here goes...
    Robin(M): Hmm?
    Noire: It... It's you, Robin. I...love...you.
    Robin(M): What?
    Noire: I SAID I LOVE YOU, FOOL OF A MAN!
    Robin(M): Gah! S-sorry! I'm sorry! I heard you! I was just surprised! ...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.
    Robin(M): Wow. Really?
    Noire: YES, REALLY, FLESHLING!
    Robin(M): ...... Heh... Ha ha. Aaaaaah ha ha ha!
    Noire: H-hey! What's so funny?!
    Robin(M): 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?!
    Robin(M): 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, Robin... Thank you.
    
    [Confession Event]
    You fill me with a strength I never thought to have. Please stay with me
    always.
    
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    Robin(M)/Nah
    ------------
    
    C Support
    
    Nah: Ooo! Look at all those berries!
    Robin(M): Do you know if they're edible?
    Nah: Yup, they're safe to eat! Really sweet, too!
    Robin(M): Mmm, we'll have to pick a few, then.
    Nah: The leaves are a little bitter, but they're not half bad, either.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): No kidding...
    Nah: I don't think I've ever seen this many berries at once, though. This is
    great! Whoa, and there's a ton more over there!
    <Nah leaves>
    Robin(M): ...Just what sort of diet did she grow up on, anyway?
    
    B Support
    
    Robin(M): Hey, Nah?
    Nah: Hmmm?
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): 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*
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): 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.
    <Nah leaves>
    Robin(M): There's got to be SOMETHING I can do for her...
    
    A Support
    
    Robin(M): Do you have a minute, Nah?
    Nah: Sure! Whatcha need?
    Robin(M): A taste tester, actually. I fixed a little something and wanted you
    to help me out.
    Nah: Me? Oh, yay!
    Robin(M): Don't get too excited till you've tried it.
    Nah: It looks great! Gimme! *munch, munch, munch*
    Robin(M): ...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!
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): 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, Robin... Thank you! It's so nice of you to think of me!
    Robin(M): Of course, Nah! I'm always thinking of you.
    
    S Support
    
    Robin(M): I tried out a new recipe today, Nah. Want to give it a try?
    Nah: You bet!
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): Glad to hear it.
    Nah: Hey, can I ask you something? ...Why are you so nice to me?
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): 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, Robin?
    Robin(M): Hmm?
    Nah: Would you, um... After the war is over, will you still cook for me?
    Robin(M): As long as you're willing to eat what I come up with, it'd be my
    pleasure.
    Nah: Oh, Robin! I... I love you!
    Robin(M): 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!
    
    [Confession Event]
    Look, it's gonna be you. Better just give up and accept it now.
    
    -------------
    Robin(M)/Tiki
    -------------
    
    C Support
    
    Tiki: ......
    Robin(M): Erm...
    Tiki: *Sigh*...
    Robin(M): ...Can I help you, Tiki? You've been...uh, staring at me a very long
    time.
    Tiki: Oh, I'm sorry, Robin. Was I bothering you?
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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 resilient as steel.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): Er, sorry, did you say...?
    Tiki: Still, it was rude of me to stare. I apologize.
    Robin(M): Oh, not at all! It's exciting to know that I resemble someone so
    storied...
    
    B Support
    
    Robin(M): Ah, Tiki. Just the person I was looking for.
    Tiki: What is it, Robin?
    Robin(M): Remember when you told me about your friendship with King Marth?
    Tiki: Yes? What of it?
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): I see. So when you say I resemble Marth, you weren't talking about
    my appearance.
    Tiki: No. I was referring to your soul. An aura of kindness and goodness
    surrounds you, Robin. Just as it did wise King Marth.
    Robin(M): Well, that is...most flattering. I don't know what to say. ......
    Tiki: What is it, Mar-Mar?
    Robin(M): ...Mar-Mar?
    Tiki: Ah! Forgive me! I was in the habit of calling Marth by that name... It
    must have slipped out by mistake. Gracious, the resemblance is so uncanny, 
    it's making me forget what millennium it is!
    Robin(M): Heh, I suppose there are worse people to be mistaken for...
    Tiki: Please, forgive me.
    <Tiki leaves>
    Robin(M): Actually, I must admit, I rather enjoyed the attention...
    
    A Support
    
    Tiki: Robin?
    Robin(M): Hello, Tiki. It's just me today... No Mar-Mar here, I'm afraid.
    Tiki: Oh, I know who you are, Robin. I apologize again for my mistake. You
    have no memories of your past, do you, Robin? It must be especially unnerving,
    then, for someone to confuse you with another. For all I know, you might start
    thinking you ARE that person...
    Robin(M): 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...
    Robin(M): I'm touched by your concern, but you don't have to worry about me.
    Still friends?
    Tiki: Oh, I hope so.
    Robin(M): To be honest, I don't even mind if you do call me Mar-Mar. After
    all, it's not so strange for close friends to share nicknames, is it,
    Tikiwiki?
    Tiki: Heh hah... Well, maybe not.
    
    S Support
    
    Tiki: Robin.
    Robin(M): So you're not going to call me Mar-Mar after all, huh?
    Tiki: Heh. I much prefer Robin. ...Don't you?
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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...
    Robin(M): *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.
    Robin(M): T-Tiki?!
    Tiki: That is why you must be Robin.
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): Truth is, I've been hoping against hope that we might be together,
    but dared not ask...
    Tiki: Why not?
    Robin(M): 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, Robin...
    Robin(M): Are my fears truly groundless? Can I...allow myself to love you?
    Tiki: Of course, Robin!
    Robin(M): Then the two of us together shall build a new world of peace.
    Tiki: Oh, Robin, that's just what I want as well...
    
    [Confession Event]
    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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    Robin(M)/Gangrel
    ----------------
    
    C Support
    
    Robin(M): Ah. Greetings, Gangrel.
    Gangrel: Robin.
    Robin(M): Why the solemn face?
    Gangrel: ...I was reflecting on times past.
    Robin(M): You mean, when you were king?
    Gangrel: Yes... Thinking back, I realize that perhaps my rule was overly
    harsh. ...Wicked, even.
    Robin(M): That's fair. Perhaps a bit of an understatement, but...
    Gangrel: Hah! Don't mince words, do you?
    Robin(M): 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...
    Robin(M): 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... Then maybe
    we could halt their advance. ...Or at least, that's how I saw it.
    Robin(M): 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?!
    Robin(M): Well, I suppose I don't.
    Gangrel: Pff... Enough of this.
    
    B Support
    
    Robin(M): Gangrel? 
    Gangrel: Robin.
    Robin(M): What are you doing out here all alone?
    Gangrel: Nothing in particular.
    Robin(M): Thinking about the past again?
    Gangrel: ...I thought I had good reasons for my war, Robin. I swear I did. But
    in the end, it was Chrom and you lot who stopped Valm.
    Robin(M): We did, didn't we?
    Gangrel: A 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.
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): 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: Your words are daggers, Robin... But only because they ring true.
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): That sounds more like the Gangrel I know. In a good way...
    Gangrel: GYAAAAAA! Gangrel is back, and he's spoiling for a fight!
    Robin(M): For once, I'm happy to hear that.
    
    A Support
    
    Gangrel: Gwa ha ha! If it isn't my good friend, Robin!
    Robin(M): Hello, Gangrel.
    Gangrel: Did you see the shock on that Risen's face? He wasn't expecting THAT!
    Hya ha!
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): Glad to be of service... But that does remind me of something...
    Gangrel: What might that be?
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): Your people were cowed by your political might, but the temples
    offered solace...
    Gangrel: Ah, yes. The solace of the damned.
    Robin(M): Thank you, Gangrel.
    Gangrel: Hmm? What for?
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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 judgement in the next life.
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): Indeed. The road to redemption is long, but it begins with a single
    step.
    
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    Robin(M)/Walhart
    ----------------
    
    C Support
    
    Robin(M): Are you here all by yourself, Walhart?
    Walhart: Hmph.
    Robin(M): ...*Cough* *Ahem* Well, since we're allies now, I was thinking we
    might talk... ...Um, yes. Of course, if it's 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?
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): Yes, you're right, of course... Well, I'd say fostering the bonds
    between soldiers is most important.
    Walhart: A tepid answer more suited to mewling babes than men of combat! The
    key to victory is power, tactician. Overwhelming power.
    Robin(M): I see.
    Walhart: Power to smash your enemies. Power to subjugate their people. Or, if
    necessary, the power to wipe them both out entirely.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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 us 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.
    Robin(M): That didn't sound like a question, but sure. I'd like that.
    
    B Support
    
    Walhart: Greetings, tactician.
    Robin(M): Hello, Walhart.
    Walhart: Have you thought about our discussion? Do you see now the error in
    your thinking? Surely you know now that bonds of friendship are irrelevant to
    victory.
    Robin(M): 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 peace!
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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. Through sheer strength of mind,
    steel, and will, we would make it whole.
    Robin(M): 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
    generations to come?
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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>
    Robin(M): B-but, it's not like that... ...Is it?
    
    A Support
    
    Robin(M): Walhart.
    Walhart: Tactician.
    Robin(M): I wonder if we might talk.
    Walhart: Something troubles you. I can see it in your mien. Do your hand-
    wringing on your own time. Do not waste mine with it.
    Robin(M): 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 more decisive than
    this!
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): ...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.
    Robin(M): But...then why did you argue?
    Walhart: Because I wanted to test the strenth of your convictions. As long as
    your belief is firm, I will follow the path you set. But if those convictions
    waver? If your beliefs are beset with doubt? Then Walhart will again rise up
    and demand his voice be heard!
    Robin(M): The code you hold to 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!
    Robin(M): I plan to do exactly that.
    
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    Robin(M)/Emmeryn
    ----------------
    
    C Support
    
    Robin(M): How are you feeling, Your Grace?
    Emmeryn: ......
    Robin(M): ...Your Grace? ...Emmeryn?
    Emmeryn: Mmm...
    Robin(M): Is this a good time, Your Grace?
    Emmeryn: ......
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): 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...
    Robin(M): 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: ......
    Robin(M): Forgive me. I should let you get your rest.
    Emmeryn: No, I... It's all right.
    Robin(M): I'll come see you again soon. Take care, Emmeryn.
    Emmeryn: And...you.
    
    B Support
    
    Robin(M): How's it going today, Your Grace?
    Emmeryn: ...... Where...we...going?
    Robin(M): No, it's... It's just an expression. It means "how are you feeling?"
    Emmeryn: I...am well...
    Robin(M): That's wonderful! Truly it is! If there's anything I can do for you,
    please don't hesitate to ask.
    Emmeryn: Do for...me?
    Robin(M): Well, you know. If you're hungry or bored or something, I could try
    to help... Oh! I could tell you all about what happened before you returned!
    Emmeryn: Before I...returned?
    Robin(M): 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: ......
    Robin(M): 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...
    Robin(M): Oh, but no rush, of course. There'll be plenty of time once more of
    your memory returns.
    Emmeryn: Y-yes... My memory.
    Robin(M): I think it would mean a lot to him to hear it.
    Emmeryn: Mean...lot...to him? ...Or you?
    Robin(M): W-well, yes. I suppose it would mean something to me as well.
    Emmeryn: All...right.
    
    A Support
    
    Robin(M): How's it going today, Emmeryn? Er, I mean...
    Emmeryn: It is...going well. Th-thank you.
    Robin(M): Goodness! You're getting better and better each time I see you! So
    then. Do you have time to talk?
    Emmeryn: ...You do.
    Robin(M): Hmm?
    Emmeryn: You always take...the time. ...Th-thank you.
    Robin(M): Emmeryn! That's not... Look, you don't have to thank me. I... I like
    spending time with you.
    Emmeryn: ...... You...
    Robin(M): Huh? Sorry, did you need something?
    Emmeryn: Your... Your name...
    Robin(M): Oh, wait. I suppose you've forgotten that, too. Well, my name is--
    Emmeryn: Robin.
    Robin(M): Wh-what did you just say?
    Emmeryn: ...Robin.
    Robin(M): That's... Yes. That's my name. But how did you...?
    Emmeryn: I remember you.
    Robin(M): Emmeryn! You remember me?!
    Emmeryn: ...Yes.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): Emmeryn... *sniff*
    Emmeryn: Don't cry...
    Robin(M): I'm too happy to stop! I thought I might never hear you speak my
    name again!
    Emmeryn: Well...now you did.
    Robin(M): Everyone, come here! It's Emmeryn! She's remembering things again!
    <Robin leaves>
    Emmeryn: Ah...
    
    S Support
    
    Robin(M): Hello, Emmeryn.
    Emmeryn: Hello, Robin.
    Robin(M): Listen, I... I need to apologize to you.
    Emmeryn: Why?
    Robin(M): 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 didn't mind.
    Robin(M): Thanks. That's good of you to say. ...It makes me happy to see you
    doing so well, Emmeryn.
    Emmeryn: I know. ...I'm happy, too.
    Robin(M): We'll just keep taking this slowly for a bit. Let time work its
    magic.
    Emmeryn: ......
    Robin(M): Is something wrong?
    Emmeryn: I'll get better.
    Robin(M): I don't doubt it!
    Emmeryn: You have been...so good to me. I like having you near. Will you...
    stay with me?
    Robin(M): Hmm?
    Emmeryn: I want you to stay with me. ...Always.
    Robin(M): 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...
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): I don't know...
    Emmeryn: I'm...better. But I'm not...healed. Will you stay until then? Will
    you...wait for me?
    Robin(M): Until the end of time...
    
    [Confession Event]
    Thank you...for this chance... I...love you. You make me...whole again...
    
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    Robin(M)/Yen'fay
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    C Support
    
    Robin(M): Yen'fay? Might I have a word?
    Yen'fay: Ah, Robin. ...What is it?
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): A ghost? Yes, perhaps so... But do you not carry any memories
    imprinted in 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.
    Robin(M): A grave?
    Yen'fay: The grave of my beloved sister, she who died for my foolishness.
    Robin(M): ...I'm sorry. I don't mean to remind you of painful memories.
    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.
    Robin(M): Yen'fay, you mustn't think like that! You've traveled to the past,
    and now fate is in your hands. With your 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.
    Robin(M): Yen'fay...
    
    B Support
    
    Yen'fay: HAH! YAH!
    Robin(M): Yen'fay, are you still out here practicing?
    Yen'fay: Yes, Robin. Practicing and thinking. Perhaps I can use this unwanted
    lease on life in the service of you and your allies.
    Robin(M): That is a fine thought, and we're grateful, but you must allow
    yourself 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.
    Robin(M): ...... You did more than just protect graves, didn't you, Yen'fay?
    Yen'fay: How do you mean?
    Robin(M): I mean, you don't seem 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: Robin, 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.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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 matter what
    I say.
    Robin(M): I can be stubborn that way. But we can continue this another time.
    Until then, farewell.
    <Robin leaves>
    Yen'fay: ......
    
    A Support
    
    Robin(M): Yen'fay? What are you doing so far away from camp?
    Yen'fay: The frivolities and easy conversations of camp are distractions 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 never happen
    twice.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): ...... Tell me this, Yen'fay. Say'ri of the future loved you as you
    loved her, yes?
    Yen'fay: I believe it so.
    Robin(M): 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...
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): 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, Robin. How selfish I have been. I have become a
    burden when I should have been acting as relief.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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, Robin...my friend.
    Robin(M): It's my pleasure, my friend.
    
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    Robin(M)/Aversa
    ---------------
    
    C Support
    
    Robin(M): Hey there, Aversa.
    Aversa: I beg your pardon, little man?
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): What?! No! I was just seeing what you were...doing.
    Aversa: Also called "spying"!
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): But...
    Aversa: We are finished here.
    Robin(M): *Sigh* Always such a pleasure...
    
    B Support
    
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): You know, I DO have a name. And it's not "little man."
    Aversa: ...What do you want?
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): No! I just thought you might like to sleep at camp instead of out
    here in the woods.
    Aversa: So you can slit my throat in the night?
    Robin(M): No one is slitting anyone's throat!
    Aversa: My, my, my. SUCH the gentleman. Truly, you are your father's son.
    Robin(M): ...Don't say that.
    Aversa: Oh, please. Don't deny it. Not to me. We're FAMILY, after all!
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): I'm not your brother, and you know it.
    Aversa: Silence, the matter is settled. ...Big Brother.
    Robin(M): ...Are you coming back to camp or not?
    Aversa: Only if my biiiiiig bwother pwomises to pwotect me!
    Robin(M): That's IT! That is IT! Shut up! Just shut up already!
    Aversa: Aww, really? Will you really be so cruel to your wittle sister?
    Robin(M): You know what? Stay 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!
    
    A Support
    
    Robin(M): ...Hey.
    Aversa: Goodness! I feel the icy chill of a cold shoulder. I find that rather
    sad, Big Brother.
    Robin(M): 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 that someone in this camp even comes to see me.
    Robin(M): 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...
    Robin(M): What is it?
    Aversa: I've just been thinking... 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.
    Robin(M): No you're not. You're Aversa.
    Aversa: That's just a name.
    Robin(M): 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 do the same for you. You just have to trust
    them.
    Aversa: That sounds...nice. Gods, I can't believe I just said that...
    Robin(M): You're starting to feel like this could be home. ...Aren't you?
    Aversa: How...did you know?
    Robin(M): ...I've been spying on you.
    Aversa: I KNEW it!
    
    S Support
    
    Robin(M): Er, Aversa? What are you doing?
    Aversa: Cleaning and oiling our weapons, checking our food stores...
    Robin(M): 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...
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): Oh?
    Aversa: It's kind of odd, because... Well, because it's you.
    Robin(M): 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, Robin. 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.
    Robin(M): Eh?
    Aversa: I know this must sound mad, seeing how we fought each other for so
    long.
    Robin(M): You're thinking about me...how?
    Aversa: Gods, but you're dense! I want to be with you!
    Robin(M): As... As allies?
    Aversa: Dunderhead! I want to BE with you! I want to marry you!
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): ...I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about this myself.
    Aversa: I imagine your friends will have all sorts of objections...
    Robin(M): Let them. I'm a grown man who can make his own decisions.
    Aversa: It's strange. I spent so much time fighting and scheming that I
    never...
    Robin(M): ...Realized what you wanted was right in front of you?
    Aversa: Something like that, yes. Kya hee hee!
    
    [Confession Event]
    From now on I live only for you. And as you may have noticed, I'm the fiercely
    loyal type.
    
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    Robin(M)/Priam
    --------------
    
    C Support
    
    Priam: Ah, Robin. Perfect timing.
    Robin(M): Hmm?
    Priam: I was just about to go looking for you. I am prepared to pass along all
    I know of fighting to you!
    Robin(M): 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 it's fate in your hands. If the
    knowledge I've amassed can be of use, I'm pleased to help.
    Robin(M): Then I humbly accept your offer.
    Priam: Right, then! Let us begin. First, all strength stems from a warrior's
    breathing.
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): Um... Seek out the purest air possible?
    Priam: Indeed! Air quality is of critical importance when training. This is
    why warriors have labored deep in woods and under waterfalls for ages.
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): A bear attacked you when you were 12?!
    Priam: It did.
    Robin(M): So...did you defeat it?
    Priam: A foolish question! How else would I be telling you this blistering
    tale if I hadn't?!
    Robin(M): ...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 trees ages old whorled
    about me just waiting to be utilized! And as I breathed deep, I began to
    refine that energy. To temper it...
    Robin(M): It's really something seeing you get so excited... You're usually so
    quiet. But, er, is there an end to this story? ...In the near future.
    Priam: Hmm? Did you say something?
    Robin(M): 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...
    
    B Support
    
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): 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 take 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!
    Robin(M): Sounds like something you might say... A stern maxim to live by, but
    fair.
    Priam: Ideally, a weapon should never be handled save by the one who wields
    it.
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): ...Nothing at all.
    Priam: Legends from the far north say that blades handled with love ultimately
    gain souls. They cease to be mere objects and become something tremendous.
    Miraculous, even! Once imbued with a soul, a weapon's bond to its wielder can
    transcend into a new...
    
    A Support
    
    Robin(M): 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!
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): ...Oh boy. 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.
    Robin(M): Awfully talkative again today, aren't we, Priam? (...Now where did I
    put that cotton for my ears...?)
    Priam: ...Mmm? What was that?
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): 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...
    Robin(M): 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?
    Robin(M): 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.
    Robin(M): (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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    Robin(F)                                                                 [ROF]
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    Robin(F)/Chrom
    --------------
    
    C Support
    
    Chrom: Finished training for today, Robin?
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): I do try and rest when I can, though. A lady needs her beauty sleep,
    after all.
    Chrom: Er...
    Robin(F): ...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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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, Robin? What... What are you doing with that rock?
    Robin(F): 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!
    <Chrom flees>
    Robin(F): 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.
    
    B Support
    
    Chrom: Hey, Robin? ...Robin! Are you in here?! Robin! ...HELLO? I HAVE A
    QUESTION ABOUT OUR NEXT MOVE!
    Robin(F): Chrom?! I-is that you? Er, if you could wait outside, I'll be just
    a moment...
    Chrom: What? Come on in? ...Gods, why is it so steamy in here? Did someone
    leave--
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): 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--
    Robin(F): OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUT!
    Chrom: R-right! Absolutely! Straightaway! I'll, er, wait outside the tent.
    <Time passes>
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): *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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): Good-bye.
    Chrom: ...And Robin? I'm really sorry about the bath thing. I honestly didn't
    mean to catch you like that.
    Robin(F): 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!
    
    A Support
    
    Chrom: I feel so awkward around Robin. 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 Robin for a relaxed conversation, like always.
    <Time passes>
    Robin(F): 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: Robin?! Where'd you come from?
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): 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>
    Robin(F): ...I... I'm sorry, Chrom.
    Chrom: Are we done throwing things?
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): Well, anyway, thanks for being so good natured about it all. I feel
    terrible about that soap dish. How's you 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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): Partners in crime? Heh heh, I like the thought of that. Well,
    partner, your secret's safe with me...
    
    S Support
    
    Robin(F): Chrom! Just the man I wanted to see. We need to talk.
    Chrom: *Gulp* Robin?!
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): *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, Robin, of course I don't dislike you! Nothing
    could be farther from the truth.
    Robin(F): Then why are you avoiding me?
    Chrom: Er...
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): ...What do you mean?
    Chrom: I mean I care about you, Robin. As a man, and you as a woman.
    Robin(F): Chrom, we can't possibly--
    Chrom: Wait, please! You've made me come this far, and now I'm going to say my
    piece.
    Robin(F): ...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.
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): ...Then say it already!
    Chrom: Robin...I'm in love with you.
    Robin(F): ...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.
    Robin(F): ......
    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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): 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! Robin...listen to me...
    
    [Confession Event]
    You are the wind on my back and the sword at my side. Together, my love, we 
    shall build a peaceful world... Just you and me...
    
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    Robin(F)/Lissa
    --------------
    
    C Support
    
    Lissa: Robin? Where aaare yooou?
    Robin(F): ...Zzz...
    Lissa: There you are! I was just... Oh! (You're sleeping...?)
    Robin(F): 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!)
    Robin(F): 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! Heeeee hee hee hee hee!
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): Who does such things? Is that really how your parents raised you?!
    Lissa: ...I...I don't know... I never really knew my parents...
    Robin(F): 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...
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): 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!
    
    B Support
    
    Robin(F): Phew! I am beat...
    Lissa: All tuckered out, Robin? How about a quick, refreshing shoulder rub?
    Robin(F): ...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...
    Robin(F): 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, Robin. Enough to rely on you. He's not the type to come out and
    say it, but I know he's grateful.
    Robin(F): You...think so?
    Lissa: I know so! Nobody knows my big brother like me.
    Robin(F): Well, that is nice to hear...
    Lissa: So, what do you say? Free massage? Going once... Gooooooing twiiice...
    Robin(F): Okay, I accept! I accept! ...Thanks, Lissa.
    Lissa: Okay then... Urgh! Geez, your muscles are just one big knot back
    here...
    Robin(F): ...Aaaaaah, yes, right there... Oooh, that feels amazing...
    Lissa: How about...this?
    Robin(F): WhaAAAAUGH! Cold! Cold and slimy and coooooold! AUGH! IT MOVED! WHAT
    DID YOU DO, LISSA? WHAT IN BLAZES WAS THAT?!
    Lissa: Teee hee hee hee! Oh, relax. It's just a frog. You were just so
    perfectly calm, tee hee. I couldn't resist! It had to be done!
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): Well, that makes one of us!
    
    A Support
    
    Lissa: Hey there, Robin.
    Robin(F): Get away from me, she-devil!
    Lissa: Aw, don't go getting your hackles up! I'm not here to prank you.
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): Of course I'm mad! You dumped a toad down my collar.
    Lissa: I'm pretty sure that was a frog...
    Robin(F): I'm pretty sure I don't care!
    Lissa: Okay, okay! I'm sorry, Robin! I'm super-duper 100 percent sorry. And
    won't do it anymore, so please be my friend again. Okay?
    Robin(F): ...You're really sorry?
    Lissa: Terribly!
    Robin(F): ...And you SWEAR you won't do it again?
    Lissa: Princess's honor!
    Robin(F): ...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, Robin! You're the bes... AAAAAUGH! Wh-what is that, in your
    hand?! Is it a sna... A sn-n-n...
    Robin(F): 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, Robin! AND a total hypocrite!
    Robin(F): Uh huh... Why don't you show me what's in YOUR hand, then.
    Lissa: O-oh! What? ...This? Hee hee... Why, how did this frog get here?
    Robin(F): ...Sorry, you were saying something about hypocrites?
    Lissa: Aw, it's no fun if you see it coming!
    Robin(F): I'd have to be blind not to at this point.
    Lissa: Oooooo! Next time I'm gonna prank you good!
    Robin(F): 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...
    Robin(F): Till you grow up?
    Lissa: No, to the pond! ...I've got about a dozen frogs to put back.
    Robin(F): *Groooaaan*
    
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    Robin(F)/Frederick
    ------------------
    
    C Support
    
    Frederick: Your grip, stance, and breathing are wrong. Focus, Robin. ...Again!
    Robin(F): Ready!
    <Time passes>
    Frederick: That's enough for today. Your form has improved considerably. The
    pace of your progress is remarkable.
    Robin(F): *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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): (So that's why... I always thought it was just a fixation with
    pebble collecting...)
    Frederick: Beg pardon, did you say something?
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    
    B Support
    
    Frederick: Hello, Robin. I've thought about your previous offer.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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, Robin.
    Robin(F): ......
    Frederick: Er, Robin? ...Did I say something wrong?
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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?!
    Robin(F): It's bear. Leftovers from the same bear we ate that night, in fact!
    I saved some.
    Frederick: Eeeaaaaagh! Healer! I need a healer!
    <Frederick leaves>
    Robin(F): Animal or savage, indeed. How rude of him... Guess he wasn't joking
    about his aversion to bear, though...
    
    A Support
    
    Robin(F): 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 your bear-jerky trick twice.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): All right then. We'll start with chicken, then pork, then beef.
    Frederick: *Munch, munch* ...Hmm, excellent so far.
    Robin(F): Next is mutton. It starts to get a little tricky here.
    Frederick: *Munch, munch* ...This is...manageable.
    Robin(F): You're doing great! Okay, this one's venison.
    Frederick: *Munch, munch*
    Robin(F): ...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...
    Robin(F): 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, Robin! The next sample, if you please!
    Robin(F): You talked yourself back into it? Impressive. And perhaps a little
    disturbing... Ah, well. Whatever works. Let's finish this, Frederick! Open
    wide!
    
    S Support
    
    Robin(F): 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...
    Robin(F): And last, but certainly not least...
    Frederick: W-wild-bear meat?
    Robin(F): You can do it.
    Frederick: *Nibble* ...... *Nibble*
    Robin(F): You did it, Frederick! You swallowed the whole thing! You've
    overcome your phobia of bear meat!
    Frederick: Thank...you.
    Robin(F): Er, but you look a little pale. Do you feel all right?
    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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): ...Huh? A ring? ...But why?
    Frederick: I would like you to be my wife.
    Robin(F): 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, Robin. So after much
    thought, I determined that I had no choice but to propose.
    Robin(F): ...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...
    Robin(F): 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!
    
    [Confession Event]
    My heart is yours, milady. I vow to defend you as knight and husband until 
    death should part us.
    
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    Robin(F)/Virion
    ---------------
    
    C Support
    
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): I'm practicing strategies and scenarios on this game board. After a
    hundred forced marches, these piece 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.
    Robin(F): Well, as long as I control friend and foe alike, it's not as
    effective as I'd prefer. After all, I can't plan for the unexpected when I
    know all the moves ahead of time.
    Virion: Then permit me to be your opponent. I shall strike with the nobility
    of the lion and defend with the grace of the swan!
    Robin(F): 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>
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): ...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?
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): At any rate, I appreciate the practice, but I must return for a
    meeting.
    <Robin leaves>
    Virion: But I've barely had time to gloat!
    <Robin returns>
    Robin(F): Ah, well, all part of the simulation. In actual war, you see, the
    loser is never present to witness gloating.
    <Robin leaves>
    Virion: No, wait! Don't leave, Robin! Let us play again!
    
    B Support
    
    Robin(F): Ho, Virion! Care for a rematch? I have a certain method to defeat
    you this time for certain!
    Virion: Oh? How thrilling! I do so love a challenge. Though I do recall you
    saying something similar before the last 20 attempts... One moment. You're
    not, by any chance, losing on purpose, are you, dear lady? I see now! This was
    all a ruse to spend more time with your noble Virion! Well, you're not the
    first to resort to such tricks with me, I must admit...
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): ...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!
    Robin(F): Do your worst!
    <Time passes>
    Robin(F): Blast and blast again! Why can't I beat you?!
    Virion: It seems my cravat is vindicated.
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): 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, Robin.
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): Nice try.
    
    A Support
    
    Robin(F): *Sigh* I lose. ...Again.
    Virion: It was your gambit with the wyvern rider seven moves back that doomed
    you.
    Robin(F): ...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.
    Robin(F): Any strides I've made have been due to your patience. Thank you for
    working with me. I've really come to look forward to our matches. The sad part
    is, unless I manage to best you at least once, I have trouble sleeping!
    Virion: You would not be the first damsel to be kept awake by thoughts of me,
    you know... But I am happy to be of service, even if it is as your personal
    gamesman. If our matches help ease the burden you carry, then it is my honor
    to continue.
    Robin(F): ...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.
    Robin(F): 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--
    Robin(F): Not happening.
    Virion: Ah, a pity. I am told I have quite the soothing effect, you know.
    
    S Support
    
    Virion: I have a proposal, Robin. For today only, let us play our game by a
    different set of rules.
    Robin(F): What do you have in mind?
    Virion: In the place of your carved commander, you will play with this.
    Robin(F): ...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.
    Robin(F): Er, but wouldn't that mean you lose either way?
    Virion: Of course, I'll win something else. ...Namely, your hand in marriage!
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): ...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!
    Robin(F): ...Then I must refuse.
    Virion: B-but why?
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): Thank you, Virion. This is the happiest day of my life... Even
    better than the first time I beat you at that blasted game!
    
    [Confession Event]
    I love you... No, I am enamored with you! No, we are soul mates! Ohh, the 
    sultry sonnets we shall spin!
    
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    Robin(F)/Sully
    --------------
    
    C Support
    
    Sully: Ah, crap. Come on, Sully, get your damn act together...
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): You look anything but fine, Sully. You're not hurt, are you?
    Sully: No, I... All right, I put on weight and my muscle mass is down. You
    believe that? We're fighting a war, and I'm getting a gut.
    Robin(F): What? Are you sure? You look great to me--same as ever.
    Sully: Then you aren't looking hard enough.
    Robin(F): Well, this is a side of you I've never seen.
    Sully: The hell you talking about?
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): *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?
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): Well, I know how brave you are...
    Sully: Is that a dare? Fine then! I'll try it!
    Robin(F): Great! To tell the truth, I've put on a few pounds myself
    recently... 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, Robin. Let's see
    who can get in shape faster!
    
    B Support
    
    Sully: Nnngh... Yearrrgh...
    Robin(F): 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...
    Robin(F): Wait...did you say...the WHOLE bag?
    Sully: Is...that bad...?
    Robin(F): 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...
    Robin(F): Sully, I am so, so sorry! I should have explained in more detail!
    Sully: Grr... My own...d-damn fault, taking...shortcuts... But I won't...make
    that mistake again... Gonna start training... Rebuild muscles... Soon as I'm
    better...
    Robin(F): 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>
    Robin(F): ...Yikes, that did not sound good...
    
    A Support
    
    Sully: Hah! Yaaah!
    Robin(F): 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 there, though.
    Robin(F): Where? Here?
    Sully: Hey! Hands off the merchandise!
    Robin(F): Um, Sully? That's not fat. That's loose skin.
    Sully: Huh?
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): Trust me. You're in perfect shape. I should know--I've been training
    with you all week!
    Sully: Huh. ...Well, all right then.
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): Y-you kept getting...skinnier... I h-had to...catch up...
    Sully: You idiot! You saw what that stuff did to me!
    Robin(F): N-no, you're... Urk! You're right... S-s-so right... Gotta go!
    *GURRRF*
    <Robin leaves>
    Sully: Yikes, that did not sound good...
    
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    Robin(F)/Vaike
    --------------
    
    C Support
    
    Robin(F): ...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, Robin?
    Robin(F): ...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?
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): B-but I didn't do anything! Gyaaaaaa!
    
    B Support
    
    Vaike: Har! It's the Vaike's lucky day! Sully's horse is dozin' away, and that
    meddling little--
    Robin(F): Meddling little...what?
    Vaike: Blast! You again? Er, I mean... Oh, look! A four-leaf clover! Lucky me!
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): Not anymore, thanks to you! Ever since that time I caught you
    snooping, that 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 Madam Goody Two-Shoes
    herself? There's a word for that... What is it... Tip of my tongue... Oh, I
    know! ...IRONIC! HAR HAR!
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): WHY MEEEEEEEEE?!
    
    A Support
    
    Robin(F): Hey, Vaike. Why the long face?
    Vaike: ...Oh. Hello, Robin. So, uh...I've been thinkin'. The Vaike's caused ya
    a lot of grief. I feel bad about it.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): Huh.
    Vaike: And that blasted horse was there, grinnin' like a rabid crocodile! It
    was humiliatin'!
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): Good. I think when you look back on this later, you'll be glad it
    happened. But, come. No use moping about what'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, Robin. A good
    friend through and through.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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'.
    Robin(F): Pudding, Vaike? Honestly?
    
    S Support
    
    Vaike: Aw, snakebellies! Where could it have gotten to? If I don't find it
    soon...
    Robin(F): What's all the fuss about, Vaike? Have you lost something?
    Vaike: WAH! Robin! 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.
    Robin(F): ...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.
    Robin(F): 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...
    Robin(F): 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...
    Robin(F): A ring. A beautiful, glittery ring... This is what you were looking
    for, isn't it?
    Vaike: Er, yeah.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): ...Me?
    Vaike: Yep.
    Robin(F): Gracious!
    Vaike: It's just... I got to thinkin' how enjoyable it's been hangin' around
    with you. Stumblin' around in the 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!"
    Robin(F): 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, Robin, I'll
    have to give that horse a big, slobbery kiss of gratitude!
    Robin(F): Heh, shouldn't I get one, too? ...Preferably BEFORE the horse!
    
    [Confession Event]
    This has gotta be the first time I've ever rated someone ELSE first! Is this 
    love? The Vaike is stunned.
    
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    Robin(F)/Stahl
    --------------
    
    C Support
    
    Robin(F): 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, Robin! You thinking up a birthday present for old man Chrom?
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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...
    Robin(F): Perhaps I could help gather them?
    Stahl: Yes, exactly! Then the present could be from the both of us.
    Robin(F): Perfect! We can solve both our problems in one fell swoop.
    Stahl: Then it's a deal!
    
    B Support
    
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): And you can always read these thoughts?
    Stahl: Absolutely.
    Robin(F): Stahl, that's a remarkable talent! Truly.
    Stahl: Ha! Not at all! It's just the coping mechanism of an overly dull man.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): Was I? Oh! Ah ha ha...
    
    A Support
    
    Stahl: *Sigh*
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): Ha! And now you're acting humble and deflecting praise from
    yourself.
    Stahl: Er, sorry. Is that annoying?
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): 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...
    Robin(F): 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 fried fig cakes in honor of your birthday.
    Stahl: Aw, my favorite! Thanks, Robin. You're a true friend.
    
    S Support
    
    Robin(F): Ah. You did it again.
    Stahl: Did what again?
    Robin(F): Scratched your nose. You've got something you want to ask me, don't
    you?
    Stahl: How did you know?
    Robin(F): 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...
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): I'm all ears.
    Stahl: Well, I, um...got this ring for you. And...I want you to wear it.
    Robin(F): Why?
    Stahl: ...Because I love you.
    Robin(F): What?! Gods, I had no idea!
    Stahl: Oh, heh heh, I was kind of hoping you'd picked up on my cues...
    Robin(F): I guess we're even then.
    Stahl: What do you mean?
    Robin(F): Look at me, Stahl. Look at my face.
    Stahl: Er, okay. I'm looking...
    Robin(F): Can you see what I'm thinking?
    Stahl: ...Yes. Yes I can! You're happy!
    Robin(F): Exactly! See, if you'd have paid more attention, you'd have seen--
    Stahl: ...that you're in love with me, too.
    Robin(F): Recently you've been avoiding my gaze. It was... Well, it was
    horrible, frankly.
    Stahl: Oh, you noticed? I'm sorry. I guess I just got bashful around you.
    Robin(F): But if you'd seen my eyes, you'd have known the answer was yes
    before you even asked!
    Stahl: Oh, Robin, even a blind man could see you've made me so happy!
    
    [Confession Event]
    My lady, I may never take my eyes off you again. U-unless I'm about to run
    into a wall.
    
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    Robin(F)/Miriel
    ---------------
    
    C Support
    
    <Thud>
    Miriel: ...How discomposing.
    Robin(F): That looked like a pretty bad spill, Miriel. Are you hurt?
    Miriel: A minor contusion. Benign.
    Robin(F): Everything you were carrying went flying. I see your herbs, some
    papers, a... What is this? A book? A journal?
    Miriel: Unhand that, madam!
    Robin(F): Sorry! Sorry, I didn't realize it was so important.
    Miriel: Important? Hmm... ......
    Robin(F): Miriel?
    Miriel: I suppose that it does bear some import, yes. It's a lodestar, of
    sorts. One that points the way to the truth.
    Robin(F): Wow. Who wrote it? A famous mage or something?
    Miriel: Not famous at all, no. The author was my mother.
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): 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 convesational stimulus. I see... ......
    Robin(F): Um, did I say something strange?
    Miriel: Curious, perhaps. Meriting closer study, certainly. Spontaneous
    reactive curiosity. Fascinating. But what is the underlying mechanism?
    Robin(F): ...I really think you're reading too much into this.
    
    B Support
    
    Robin(F): Oh, blast! My item pouch is gone. I must have dropped it
    somewhere...
    Miriel: Is this the object in question?
    Robin(F): 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 pervasive downward force exerted on
    the object. My mother's book contained a passage espousing a similar theory...
    Robin(F): So, um, can I have my pouch back?
    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!
    Robin(F): ...Miriel? ...Hello?
    Miriel: ...Yet birds fly unencumbered by this force. The sun and stars and
    clouds do not fall. What explains these exceptions?
    Robin(F): Miriel? ...Miiiriel? ...MIRIEL!
    Miriel: Wah!
    Robin(F): S-sorry! ...Didn't mean to startle you.
    Miriel: My respiratory functions ceased for a moment. This is very disruptive.
    Please do not scatter my thoughts further.
    Robin(F): Er, sorry...
    Miriel: I require a period of quiet solitude to marshal my thoughts. Farewell.
    Robin(F): Wait! My...pouch...
    
    A Support
    
    Miriel: So, given these conditions, a body with a mass of X falls at a rate of
    Y...
    Robin(F): 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 consisted across hundreds of trials.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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 talent cannot be lost.
    Robin(F): Miriel? Are you still talking to me?
    Miriel: I am now, yes.
    Robin(F): Er, you're not going to tell me not to disrupt your thoughts again?
    Miriel: I can if you wish it.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): Why not? I think it must have happened somewhere along the way,
    right? ...No?
    Miriel: Fascinating...
    
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    Robin(F)/Kellam
    ---------------
    
    C Support
    
    Robin(F): The others claim it's a ghost, but I refuse to put stock in such
    things.
    Kellam: Claim what is a ghost?
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): Well, there IS something troubling me... The men are reporting
    strange incidents--baffling phenomena that defy explanation.
    Kellam: Goodness! Like what?
    Robin(F): Well, for example, whenever a group of us gather, drinks materialize
    on the table. Also, there's 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.
    Robin(F): Oh, of course it's not. I just don't know what it could possibly--
    Kellam: It's me. I serve the drinks.
    Robin(F): 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...
    Robin(F): What?! That's almost as absurd as the ghost theory!
    
    B Support
    
    Robin(F): La de dah de dum... Shaty 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.
    Robin(F): 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...
    Robin(F): Not at all! I was just taken aback when the cup seemed to appear by
    my elbow...
    Kellam: Um, yes. Sorry...again...
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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...
    Robin(F): Heh, so that WAS you... Half the camp refused to come out of their
    tents for fear of the "ghost"!
    Kellam: Sorry!
    Robin(F): Stop being sorry! It's their own fault for being such superstitious
    hens.
    Kellam: Yes, but I understand now why people react so strangely when 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...
    Robin(F): Splendid idea, Kellam! That's the spirit! We'll get you noticed yet!
    
    A Support
    
    Kellam: Eh? A slice of crowberry pie? What's this doing here?
    Robin(F): It's for you, Kellam.
    Kellam: Robin! Y-you saw me!
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): Not at all. It's the least I can do.
    Kellam: Gosh, you really are good to me, Robin. 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.
    Robin(F): What in the... How did he DO that?! He just vanished!
    Kellam: Er, I'm right over here. Straightening up these axes.
    Robin(F): ...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.
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): 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...
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): Ah-HA! I KNEW IT!
    Kellam: That was a joke! A joke? ...Ha ha ha? ...Robin? Why are you backing
    away from me like that...?
    
    S Support
    
    Robin(F): Wow, what a party the other day, eh, Kellam? So much fun!
    Kellam: Um, I suppose so...
    Robin(F): 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...
    Robin(F): 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...
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): Er, no! Of course it isn't... I'm just...surprised, is all...
    Kellam: Then get ready for a BIG surprise...
    Robin(F): ...Wh-what's going on? Why are you giving me a...ring?
    Kellam: Do you like it?
    Robin(F): G-gracious, Kellam, I LOVE it! ...Can I keep it?
    Kellam: I sure hope you do!
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): I want that more than anything, Kellam. In truth, I've adored you
    for so long...
    Kellam: I'm glad you found me, Robin. Not many people have, you know.
    Robin(F): 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...
    
    [Confession Event]
    You make me feel like I'm really here. Like I mean something. I'm yours...
    forever.
    
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    Robin(F)/Sumia
    --------------
    
    C Support
    
    Robin(F): That's a lot of books you've got there, Sumia. Are you going to read
    all of them?
    Sumia: Oh, hello, Robin! 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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): You don't mind?
    Sumia: Of course not! Here, which one looks good?
    Robin(F): 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"!
    Robin(F): 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"?
    Robin(F): 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"!
    Robin(F): ...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* Waaaaaaaaah!
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): (Pretty sure I have to at this point...)
    
    B Support
    
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): So, what are you reading now?
    Sumia: "Ribald Tales of the Faith War."
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): You don't say?
    Sumia: Do you like novels, Robin? Or are you more of a nonfiction type?
    Robin(F): 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 a knight in shiny armor!
    ...Or maybe an evil mage. Bwa ha ha!
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): So then? What are you planning to read next?
    Sumia: "Mad Tales of a Bloodthirsty Falcom Knight"! ...Volume one. Of
    thirty-seven.
    Robin(F): Oh. Well, that certainly sounds...like...a thing...
    
    A Support
    
    Sumia: Hold, Robin! Do you think me insane?!
    Robin(F): Well, I didn't...
    Sumia: For I see that which others cannot! Demons and devils lurk in shadows
    dark!
    Robin(F): 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 is 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?
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): You don't need to pretend to be someone else, Sumia. 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, Robin...
    Robin(F): Of course I would!
    Sumia: Well, all right then! My next book will be about a girl who's clumsy
    and plain like me!
    Robin(F): Er, I think you're missing the point of--
    Sumia: Ooo, wait! Look at this one! "The Princess Who Fell Down the Stairs"!
    It's PERFECT!
    Robin(F): Yes... Yes, I suppose it is.
    
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    Robin(F)/Lon'qu
    ---------------
    
    C Support
    
    Robin(F): Well, Lon'qu. It looks like we're partners for today's training
    lesson. You'll go easy on me, won't you?
    Lon'qu: Hmph.
    Robin(F): ...Was that a yes or a no? In any case, let's get on with it.
    <Swish>
    Lon'qu: ...!
    Robin(F): Ha! You're as good as they say...
    Lon'qu: Thank you.
    Robin(F): 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--?
    Robin(F): HYAAAAAARGH!
    <Thwack>
    Lon'qu: What in blazes are you doing, woman? Why are you...throwing...figs?!
    Robin(F): 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...
    Robin(F): Ooooh, 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 throwing...figs!
    Robin(F): 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!
    <Lon'qu leaves>
    Robin(F): Coward! Get back here!
    
    B Support
    
    Robin(F): Hello, Lon'qu. Hey, where'd you get that nasty bruise on your chin?
    Lon'qu: ......
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): Well, silly can be cuter than clever, don't you think?
    Lon'qu: I...have absolutely no idea what you mean by that.
    Robin(F): ...Er, yes. I think I was trying to be clever and disproved my own
    point...
    Lon'qu: (Heh.)
    Robin(F): Wait...did you just laugh?!
    Lon'qu: No.
    Robin(F): Yes you did! I distinctly heard you say "heh."
    Lon'qu: Never! You are incapable of provoking so much as a chuckle from me.
    Robin(F): Ooooooh, THAT sounds like another challenge...
    Lon'qu: Damn.
    Robin(F): 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...
    
    A Support
    
    Lon'qu: Enough, Robin!
    Robin(F): What? What's wrong?
    Lon'qu: You've been mocking both me and your training. Don't deny it.
    Robin(F): How so?
    Lon'qu: When we spar, you adopt a curious expression and poke me in the ribs. 
    Robin(F): And haven't you noticed how much more relaxed you've been?
    Lon'qu: What are you talking about?
    Robin(F): 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?!
    Robin(F): 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...
    Robin(F): Hey! I made you laugh again!
    
    S Support
    
    Lon'qu: *Cough* *ahem* Er, Robin? May I have a word?
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): No, of course not... Why do you ask?
    Lon'qu: I see... Then this feeling in my heart is from natural causes.
    Robin(F): Er, Lon'qu, are you feeling all right?
    Lon'qu: No, it's frightening...but wonderful... You see, Robin... It appears 
    I've grown...quite...fond of you.
    Robin(F): ...What?
    Lon'qu: It's true. These feelings have grown despite my best efforts...
    Robin(F): It seems my plot to make you laugh had some unforeseen consequences.
    Lon'qu: I must know--do you share my feelings? Even a little bit?
    Robin(F): Well, at first, I couldn't stand you... But then...something
    happened...
    Lon'qu: Yes?
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): Er, you could embrace me, I suppose?
    Lon'qu: Very well... Like this?
    Robin(F): Amazing... Your phobia of women is completely gone!
    Lon'qu: No. It just... It's only gone with you.
    Robin(F): Heh. That might just be the greatest complement I've ever been paid.
    Lon'qu: The next step I do know... Will you accept this?
    Robin(F): You bought me a ring? Wait, so you had 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.
    Robin(F): And yet you did it for my sake!
    Lon'qu: Never in my worst nightmares did I envision doing such a thing for a
    mere woman... But yes, I did it. For you. I hope you like it.
    Robin(F): ...A "mere" woman?!
    
    [Confession Event]
    I confess. I do have feelings for... Gods, must all these emotions be so 
    vexing?!
    
    ---------------
    Robin(F)/Ricken
    ---------------
    
    C Support
    
    Ricken: Hrmmm...
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): Then why are you so strapped for a reply?
    Ricken: It's...tricky. I just don't know what to say.
    Robin(F): There're plenty of things you could write about! Especially after
    that last battle. Tell them about how you dodged one brush with death after
    the next! Impress them!
    Ricken: Are you insane?! The object is to make them worry about me LESS!
    Robin(F): 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...
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): Well, if they could've heard you just now, they already would be.
    
    B Support
    
    Ricken: Hmm...
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): You could always just head back.
    Ricken: Head back where? Home?
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): 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."
    Robin(F): "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?!
    Robin(F): I'm helping.
    Ricken: YOU ARE NOT!
    
    A Support
    
    Ricken: Hey, Robin. Would you mind sending this out with the other deliveries?
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): But it IS great news! I'm sure it'll put their minds at ease.
    Ricken: By telling them how weak I still am?
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): 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?!
    Robin(F): Ha ha! Sorry, it's just that hat and those cute wittle cheeks just
    begging to be pinc--
    Ricken: Come on, knock it off!
    
    S Support
    
    Ricken: Hey, Robin. Thanks again for your help with that letter home. I kinda
    got you something by way of thanks, so...here.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): Rrrrrr... Graaagh... Gods above, how much glue did you use here? Got
    it! ...Oh, look at that shiny stone. Ricken, it's beautiful.
    Ricken: It's a precious stone found only in the slopes of the Ghoul's Teeth.
    Robin(F): Gods, Ricken! You went to that fearsome place all alone? Its crags
    are filled with bandits and wild beasts of every stripe! Were you hurt? Don't
    lie to me now!
    Ricken: Would you PLEASE stop treating me like a child?!
    Robin(F): ...Oh...right. I'm sorry.
    Ricken: I'm not a boy, Robin. I'm a grown man. And I need you to believe me
    when I say that.
    Robin(F): But why, Ricken? Why is it so important what I think?
    Ricken: Because...I'm in love with you. I don't want to be your kid or your
    little brother--I want to be your husband. So if I put that stone on a ring
    and offered it to you, would you accept?
    Robin(F): ...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?!
    Robin(F): 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!
    
    [Confession Event]
    I wish I could throw my arms around you and never let go... Just, wait for me 
    to get a little taller, okay?
    
    ------------------
    Robin(F)/Maribelle
    ------------------
    
    C Support
    
    Robin(F): Crepuscule... Crepuscule... What did that mean again?
    Maribelle: Are you studying, Robin?
    Robin(F): Oh, hello, Maribelle. Just reading up a bit.
    Maribelle: Reading up, how lovely. I hadn't realized the lowborn read at all!
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): Er, all right. I take it back. But was there something you needed?
    Maribelle: Yes. I had hoped to learn more about you.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): No, I don't object, per se. But...weren't we already friends?
    Maribelle: Oh, I'm pleased to hear you say that, Robin!
    Robin(F): 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...
    Robin(F): ...I take back what I said, and then I take back the take-back
    before that.
    
    B Support
    
    Maribelle: A question about the material we covered yesterday, Robin.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): Uh...
    Maribelle: I'm afraid I had no idea! I'm flattered, Robin, truly. In that
    case, I ought have begun my practice with you. Forgive me.
    Robin(F): No, that's... I don't...
    Maribelle: Awright then, pet? Everythin' luvverly jubberly, ain't it? 'Ave a
    bit'a rabbit?
    Robin(F): 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...
    Robin(F): Thank you.
    Maribelle: Hey, no skin off my arse, is it? I'll shut me north and south!
    Robin(F): ...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...
    
    A Support
    
    Robin(F): Er, Maribelle? I have an idea... Why don't we skip the slang lesson
    today? Instead, maybe you could teach me about the aristocratic life?
    Maribelle: Any chance to educate my social inferiors is a chance I will take.
    Now then! What would you like to know?
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): Am I not standing now? Because it feels like I'm standing.
    Maribelle: You have the posture of a damp noodle! The resolute promise of a
    souffle! 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.
    Robin(F): Let's see. Straight spine... Invisible thread... Like this?
    Maribelle: Why are you jutting your chin out?
    Robin(F): It happens naturally when I force my head up.
    Maribelle: A pauper's instinct! Cast it away!
    Robin(F): Is this better?
    Maribelle: Your shoulders are raised. Lower them and hold your chest high.
    Robin(F): So like...this?
    Maribelle: Yes! Just so! There, now. That wasn't so hard, was it? I say,
    you're quite the apt pupil, Robin. With enough practice, you could become a
    lady fit for the highest court! Well, I may exaggerate. Perhaps one of the
    more middling courts.
    Robin(F): You think? Wow, I never--
    Maribelle: Then it's settled! I shall make it my personal my mission to shape
    you into a lady of high society. I'll instruct you until you're fit to consort
    with kings! ...Or at least a baron.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): Heeeeelp meeeeeee!
    
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    Robin(F)/Panne
    --------------
    
    C Support
    
    Robin(F): Er, Panne?
    Panne: What?
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): ...Wait, really?
    Panne: No, I do not mind. Why do you doubt me?
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): All right.
    Panne: Mmm. At last you are calm. Your heart has slowed.
    Robin(F): You can hear my heartbeat?
    Panne: Lesson one--taguel have strong ears. A heart's beat always betrays its
    owner.
    Robin(F): 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.
    
    B Support
    
    Robin(F): So, do all shape-shifters turn into rabbits, Panne?
    Panne: No. There were others, far from here. Tribes of cat-wearers and bird-
    wearers.
    Robin(F): Whoa, 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.
    Robin(F): Heh heh, r-right. So, did you ever meet these other tribes yourself?
    Panne: Long ago. How they fare now, I do not know. Perhaps they shared the
    same bloody fate as my own people...
    Robin(F): I... I didn't mean to...
    Panne: I am sorry. There is no call for you to share in my gloom. So, another
    question?
    Robin(F): Oh... Um, well, what do you like to eat?
    Panne: Taguel eat many things.
    Robin(F): No, I mean you, specifically. I'm on kitchen duty tonight--I'll cook
    whatever you want. It was my being nosey that made you sad, right? Let me
    cheer you back up!
    Panne: You are...oddly kind.
    Robin(F): So, let me guess... Carrot stew?
    Panne: ...How did you know?
    Robin(F): Ha ha, sorry! I know, just because you're a rabbit doesn't mean
    you... Wait, I was right?
    
    A Support
    
    Panne: *Sniff* Ah! Is that your famous carrot stew I smell? I hope you don't
    mind if I sneak a taste before dinner?
    Robin(F): No, Panne, wait! That's not for--
    Panne: *Sluuuurp*
    Robin(F): ...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: I seems perfectly fine to me.
    Robin(F): ...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.
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): Hey, take the whole pot if you want! No one else will touch that
    stuff.
    Panne: Many thanks. You really are too kind, Robin.
    Robin(F): Soup-er happy to hear you say that, Panne!
    
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    Robin(F)/Gaius
    --------------
    
    C Support
    
    Robin(F): 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 that usual. Usually
    I'm a real piece of eye candy. Belly like a washboard, glutes like a lumbeja--
    Robin(F): 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--
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): ...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 you greed for now?!
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): ...No, thank you. I'm not--
    Gaius: 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...
    Robin(F): 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...
    
    B Support
    
    Robin(F): Gaius? I didn't know you ran a market stall...
    Gaius: Oh, sure. I like to get out, meet the common folk, sell the old
    trinket... Speaking of which, see anything you fancy? I've got silk
    smallclothes from exotic ports, genuine leather belts, top-qualtiy figs...
    Robin(F): 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!
    <Gaius leaves>
    Robin(F): Huh? Where'd he go? ...Oh, you're back! That was fast.
    <Gaius returns>
    Gaius: Take a gander at this lot, and tell me if any of 'em tickle your fancy!
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): 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?!
    <Gaius leaves>
    Robin(F): *Sigh* Sometimes I wonder why I even try... ...Oh, what a handsome
    pendant. I've never seen the like.
    <Gaius returns>
    Gaius: The pendant, then? And we can call it even?
    Robin(F): GAIUUUUUUS!
    Gaius: Guess not!
    
    A Support
    
    Gaius: Here, Bubbles. I got you something.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): YOU made this? But, it's magnificent!
    Gaius: Pleased you like it, Bubbles. Makes all the effort worthwhile.
    Robin(F): But why did you--
    Gaius: Oh, no particular reason! None at all! Just...one good turn and all
    that.
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): ...Oh, very well. I was hoping it wouldn't come to this. I have
    something important to tell you.
    Gaius: Important?
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): In that case, I accept.
    
    S Support
    
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): What is it? Did you make another pendant?
    Gaius: Nope. I did one better. ...Here.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): I...don't understand...
    Gaius: Well, it's an engagement ring, see? And I'm offering it to you.
    Robin(F): ...Oh gods. You're serious, aren't you?
    Gaius: Never been more serious in my life! Robin, you're the sweetest gal I've
    ever met. And I love you. So? Will you marry me, Bubbles?
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): So what do I get, then? A lifetime together with you? Always and
    forever?
    Gaius: I...guess?
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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, Robin! You've brought joy to this old brigand's heart! Now
    come here and give me some sugar, Bubbles.
    Robin(F): Er, but, Gaius? One other condition: you have to stop calling me
    Bubbles.
    
    [Confession Event]
    Baby, you're a river of chocolate and an ocean of cream. I'm gonna steal your 
    heart on a daily basis.
    
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    Robin(F)/Cordelia
    -----------------
    
    C Support
    
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): ...Gods. I can certainly see why everyone calls you a genius.
    Cordelia: Do not call me that!
    Robin(F): 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...
    Robin(F): Oh...
    Cordelia: They mocked me, too... My appearance, and my javelin technique...
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): Er, I meant if you ever need to talk about... Never mind.
    
    B Support
    
    Cordelia: Robin! Look, I crafted a new javelin based on your feedback.
    Robin(F): You MADE one?
    Cordelia: Er, yes?
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): Oh, I... Sorry, I now 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, Robin, you are far too kind! Why, if I... N-no, wait. We can't
    be doing this. People will get the wrong idea!
    Robin(F): Doing what? What wrong idea?
    Cordelia: If you're so kind to me all the time, people will start to think...
    we're friends.
    Robin(F): ...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 truly think so?! Truly?
    Robin(F): 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."
    Robin(F): 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...
    Robin(F): Heh, I guess they would be...
    
    A Support
    
    Cordelia: Robin! Guess what? I showed my new javelin to everyone in camp. They
    were all so complimentary! Thank you again for the help.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): Er, 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?
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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
    recruit. *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...
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): I understand now why you don't like to be called a genius.
    Cordelia: You do?
    Robin(F): 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 own.
    Robin(F): 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, Robin. ...Th-thank you.
    
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    Robin(F)/Gregor
    ---------------
    
    C Support
    
    Gregor: Here, Robin. You will drink this, yes?
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): I don't need medicine, Gregor. I feel fine.
    Gregor: You have no hurting throat? No hacking up of lung?
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): You must have a terrific sense of hearing to notice that over the
    din of combat.
    Gregor: For sellsword like Gregor, health very important. Soldier must be
    strong, yes?
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): Oh. That sounds easy enough. Any other tricks?
    Gregor: Gregor may have one more thing, but is very secret.
    Robin(F): Ah. Well, I wouldn't want you to reveal anything you're--
    Gregor: You sleep in same bed as Gregor! Then we share same body heat!
    Robin(F): --not comfortable with... I beg your pardon?
    Gregor: Body becomes very cold at night, yes? This keeps muscles limber!
    Robin(F): An extra blanket will do just fine, thank you.
    
    B Support
    
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): Er...
    Gregor: Ho ho ho! Is true! You dream of sharing bed with Gregor!
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): Since then, I haven't slept in days! Days! Look at my eyes! They're
    bloodshot!
    Gregor: Some of greatest romances in history start off with dreams like this.
    Robin(F): 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, Robin. Let Gregor look in eyes.
    Robin(F): No! Stay away from me!
    Gregor: You are strange person. Now make with the hushing!
    Robin(F): ......
    Gregor: Bloodshot eyes... Chills on spine... Strange dream... You had insect
    bite not long ago, yes?
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): R-really? It's that serious?
    
    A Support
    
    Gregor: Ah, Robin. How is recovery?
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): Heh, yes. I'll certainly pay closer attention from now on.
    Gregor: That is water running under bridge. But...
    Robin(F): What? Is something troubling you?
    Gregor: You still have nightmare dream? Where you fly and put head on Gregor's
    knee?
    Robin(F): Not anymore, thank the gods.
    Gregor: Is good. ...Because Gregor has to charge performance fee for appearing
    in dream.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): I assure you, I will be watching my health very carefully.
    Gregor: You sound very with the motivation! Gregor believes you!
    
    S Support
    
    Gregor: Oy, what is with long face like horsey? You have nightmare of Gregor
    again?
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): Oh gods, did I say that out loud?!
    Gregor: Uh-oh. Now you red like ripe tomato! So you DO miss nighttime Gregor
    visit!
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): 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!
    
    [Confession Event]
    Now you listen, Gregor promise to bring his beloved many happiness for as long
    we both keep on with the living.
    
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    Robin(F)/Nowi
    -------------
    
    C Support
    
    Nowi: HIYAAA!
    <TWACK>
    Robin(F): Yeowch!
    Nowi: Argh! Sorry, Robin! Are you all right?
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): ...So you're hunting game? With a rock?
    Nowi: Exactly! I almost got him, too. ...Oh, look! There it is again! See?
    Robin(F): Here, let me try.
    Nowi: You think you can hit it?
    Robin(F): Casting magic or hurling stones, it's all about focus and control.
    And you have to lead your target... Like...THIS!
    <TWACK>
    Nowi: Oh, WOWZERS! Nailed it right in the head! That was great!
    Robin(F): Well, I have my moments.
    Nowi: How did you do it?! You've got to show me!
    Robin(F): All right. First of all, you want to grip the stone like this...
    Nowi: Okay...
    
    B Support
    
    Nowi: Hey, Robin! Look what I got!
    Robin(F): 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...
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): Well, that's...very generous of you. Thank you, Nowi.
    Nowi: Say, Robin. You're a good teacher. Is there anything else you can show
    me?
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): With that kind of enthusiasm, we just might, heh heh...
    <Time passes>
    Robin(F): ...Well, it looks...edible? At least?
    Nowi: At LEAST? I think it smells totally scrumptious!
    Robin(F): The proof is in the flavor. Which, I don't know... Looks like it
    could fall anywhere between mud and toenails...
    Nowi: Robin, what ARE you mumbling about? Let's hurry up and eat already!
    Robin(F): Er, right. H-here goes nothing. *Munch, munch*
    Nowi: *Chomp, chomp* Hee hee! See? It's DELICIOUS! It came out just right!
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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, Robin.
    
    A Support
    
    Robin(F): So you split the blade of grass, cup it in your hands like so, and 
    blow... FfffffvvvVVVVVVWWWEEEEEE!
    Nowi: Wow! It's just like a flute!
    Robin(F): 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 turned into a dragon, I
    could blow--
    Robin(F): Er, probably not a good idea. We don't want to start a wildfire.
    Nowi: *Sigh* Yeah, I guess not.
    Robin(F): Look, I'll help you practice until you've got it. Sound good?
    Nowi: I guess. Though I still think if I just transformed...
    Robin(F): Let's just try it my way, okay?
    Nowi: Hey look, Robin! There's another giant snake!
    Robin(F): 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!
    <TWACK>
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): 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?!
    Robin(F): Er, you didn't just use it to knock out that 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!
    Robin(F): Easy, Nowi, easy. It's all right. We just have to search a little. I
    promise I won't leave until we've found it. All right?
    Nowi: Gosh, you'd do that for me? Robin, you're the best!
    
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    Robin(F)/Libra
    --------------
    
    C Support
    
    Libra: ......
    Robin(F): Oh, hello, Libra. What are you up to?
    Libra: I'm drawing a picture.
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): I don't mean that in a bad way! Actually, you should probably just
    ingore me... I know very little when it comes to fine art.
    Libra: Well, to be honest, I don't know much about it either.
    Robin(F): Really? But you're so talented!
    Libra: I've been told my pictures are technically proficient, but lack
    artistic soul.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): Are you sure? You didn't draw it on commission or anything?
    Libra: I don't ever do drawings on request. ...No exceptions.
    Robin(F): Well, if it's not meant for anyone else, then yes, I'll gladly
    accept. Thank you.
    
    B Support
    
    Robin(F): Tsk! I just can't get this color right.
    Libra: Er, Robin? You have paint on your cheek. ...And your chin. ...AND
    behind your ear.
    Robin(F): Oh, er, so I do. Whoops!
    Libra: Are you trying your hand at painting?
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): ...It's a pegasus. And it's NOT my first try. It's my 100th.
    Libra: Oh. ...Oh dear.
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): I would. Still, this little experiment helps me realize just how
    talented YOU are. I gaze on that picture you gave me everyday, you know?
    Libra: Not EVERY day, surely?
    Robin(F): 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.
    
    A Support
    
    Robin(F): *Sigh*
    Libra: What's wrong, Robin? You seem most upset.
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): Yes, exactly. I had no time to pack it away properly, and so... Oh,
    I miss it already...
    Libra: Don't get upset, Robin. I can draw you another one.
    Robin(F): But you said you never draw pictures by request. Remember?
    Libra: For you, I will be delighted to make an exception!
    Robin(F): Really? Oh, thank you! What will it be?!
    Libra: Well, I haven't thought about it. What kind of picture would you like?
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): 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...
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): 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, I will pray that Naga guide my hand!
    Robin(F): Er, someone less understanding could take that the wrong way, you
    know...
    
    S Support
    
    Libra: Ah, Robin. I have completed the portrait you requested.
    Robin(F): You have? Let me see it!
    Libra: Here you are...
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): Er, I don't think I follow your math there.
    Libra: This should make the equation clear.
    Robin(F): 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...
    Robin(F): Oh... I... I had no idea.
    Libra: I apologize if I've put you in an awkward position. Of course, if you
    are not--
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): Well how could I turn down an offer like that? I'll be surruounded
    by beautiful art, and looked after by a beautiful partner.
    Libra: Er, don't you mean "hadnsome" partner...? B-but don't mind me! I just
    feel so manly whenever I'm around you.
    
    [Confession Event]
    I'm yours forever my love. May the gods smile upon our union, and bring us joy 
    in the years to come.
    
    ---------------
    Robin(F)/Tharja
    ---------------
    
    C Support
    
    Tharja: ......
    Robin(F): Tharja? ...Are you following me?
    Tharja: ...Maybe.
    Robin(F): Maybe?! I've seen you hiding behind tents and wagons all week!
    Tharja: Ah. Of course you'd notice, with our fates entwined so...
    Robin(F): 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!"
    Robin(F): Riiiiiight. 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.
    Robin(F): You've been watching me sleep?!
    Tharja: I thought you'd be grateful.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): I suddenly feel very ill.
    Tharja: Don't worry. I'll take care of you. ...Veeery good care.
    Robin(F): Coming from a 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, Robin? Someone..."normal"?
    Robin(F): Well, I...suppose? That's to say--
    Tharja: All I needed to hear.
    <Tharja leaves>
    Robin(F): Wait, Tharja! Stay here! ...Where I can see you! Oh gods, this will
    not end well...
    
    B Support
    
    Tharja: Why good day, Robin! How fare you? Enjoying this weather?
    Robin(F): ...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?
    Robin(F): Um, well... I suppose, in a way.
    Tharja: You ARE?! Why, how sweeeeeet!
    Robin(F): 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?
    I can give you the recipe, you know.
    Robin(F): ...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.
    Robin(F): This is about our conversation from before, isn't it?
    Tharja: Don't be silly. Now have some pie!
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): "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.
    Robin(F): Do you realize that your "typical normal" is actually very, very
    unusual?
    Tharja: Oh my, huzzah? Goodness, I simply must...something?
    Robin(F): 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!
    
    A Support
    
    Tharja: (...Heh heh heh!)
    Robin(F): 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...
    <Robin collapses>
    Tharja: Robin? ...You all right? Robin, 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...
    <Time passes>
    Robin(F): Nnnrgh...
    Tharja: Hello.
    Robin(F): Huh? Wh-what happened? Why am I lying here?
    Tharja: You lost consciousness and collapsed. It was because of the fever.
    Robin(F): Y-yes, 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...
    Robin(F): I'd never assume that! What kind of monster would curse their
    friend...
    Tharja: ...Oh. Right. That would be crazy! Heh heh.
    Robin(F): Anyway, thank you so much for taking care of me.
    Tharja: Didn't you say once you wouldn't want me taking care of you?
    Robin(F): Clearly, I was mistaken.
    Tharja: You're just saying that because I helped you out.
    Robin(F): 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!
    
    ---------------
    Robin(F)/Olivia
    ---------------
    
    C Support
    
    Olivia: 248... 249... 250! Phew, that's all of 'em! ...Still a long way to go,
    though.
    Robin(F): What are you doing, Olivia?
    Olivia: EEEEEEEEEK!
    Robin(F): Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to startle you.
    Olivia: Oh. It's okay, Robin. I just didn't see you there.
    Robin(F): 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...
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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, Robin. Such praise means quite a lot coming from you...
    Robin(F): It does? Huh. I've never thought of myself as anything spec--
    Olivia: Aaaaaaaaanyway, I've got to run. I'm on mess duty tonight. You know
    what they say, right? A hungry Shepherd is a big jerk!
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): 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!
    
    B Support
    
    Robin(F): So, Olivia. How goes the saving?
    Olivia: Pah-fectly whell, my good lay-dee! Now be a dear friend and fetch me
    some cav-iah?
    Robin(F): Um, are you all right?
    Olivia: Of course! I found a book that teaches how to talk like a noble, so
    I'm practicing.
    Robin(F): 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
    embarassing!
    Robin(F): 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?!
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): When you say dance, are you referring to YOUR dancing?
    Olivia: Well...kinda, yeah. Why? Does that sound egotistical? Because I--
    Robin(F): Wonderful! I'll be first in line when it opens!
    Olivia: Why, thank you, Robin. How kind of you!
    Robin(F): 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...
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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?
    
    A Support
    
    Robin(F): Phew! Finished at last!
    Olivia: We did it. I still find it hard to believe, but we actually did it.
    Robin(F): What do you think? Do you like it?
    Olivia: It's...it's even more beautiful that I imagined! *sniff*
    Robin(F): Good! It's nice to know all that work wasn't in vain.
    Olivia: ...There's just one teeeeeeny-tiny issue with the size.
    Robin(F): ...Ah.
    Olivia: It's going to be difficult to dance in a theater that fits in the palm
    of my hand. ...Not that I'm complaining or anything.
    Robin(F): Yes, but the perfect venue for a flea circus!
    Olivia: I don't want a flea circus!
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): Now, now! You promised not 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...
    Robin(F): 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...
    Robin(F); 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, Robin. I couldn't do it without you.
    
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    Robin(F)/Cherche
    ----------------
    
    C Support
    
    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.
    Robin(F): Cherche? What are you up to?
    Cherche: Ah, perfect timing, Robin. I want to ask you something.
    Robin(F): What about?
    Chreche: Among your many friends, are there any particularly beautiful
    wyverns?
    Robin(F): ...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.
    Robin(F): 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...
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): Well, if you think I can help! Ha ha ha...ha? Wait... you were being
    serious?
    Cherche: Did you hear that, Minerva? Robin is going to help us!
    <Minerva roars>
    Cherche: Oh, look how happy you've made Minerva!
    Robin(F): That bloodcurdling sound was happiness?!
    
    B Support
    
    Robin(F): I've assembled an extensive dossier on prospective 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.
    Robin(F): 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, Robin? Did you know that these are all female wyverns?
    Robin(F): Er, right. Is that a problem?
    Cherche: Minerva is a girl. ...Who likes boys.
    Robin(F): He is? ...I m-mean, she is?!
    Cherche: Yes, SHE is! ...It's perfectly obvious if you just bother to look.
    Robin(F): (Why in blazes would I ever be looking at--)
    Cherche: I'm sorry? I didn't quite catch that.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): ...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.
    Robin(F): Oh, you have GOT to be joking!
    
    A Support
    
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): Thank heavens! I was just about at the end of my rope with all this
    wyvern business...
    Cherche: Thank you, Robin. We both appreciate everthing you've done for us.
    You are truly too kind.
    Robin(F): Well, if I do succeed, I imagine my name will go down in the history
    books.
    Cherche: As the first-ever chaperone for a wyvern blind date? Oh yes. I wager
    you'll be famous for centuries.
    Robin(F): ...Wait. I'M not going to be there when they meet! That's absurd!
    I've never even matched up people, let alone reptiles!
    Cherche: Oh, you're a quick study. I'm sure it will all go swimmmingly.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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>
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): BRANDON THE REJECT?! WHO?!
    Cherche: She seems sure that you are the key to this working out.
    Robin(F): 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>
    Robin(F): WAAAH GODS! NOT AGAIN!
    
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    Robin(F)/Henry
    --------------
    
    C Support
    
    Henry: ......
    Robin(F): Henry? What are you doing? ...Why are you all hunched over? Are you
    unwell? Is your stomach... Oh, gods, are you hurt?! Somebody, HELP! Henry's
    been--
    Henry: Hey-o, Robin! What's all the ruckus?
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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...
    Robin(F): What is it, some kind of--AAAAAAAAH!
    Henry: Don't worry. It's perfectly safe! *poke, poke* See? Dead as a doornail.
    Robin(F): An arm?! A disembodied Risen arm?! Ew... Did you bring it back from
    the battlefield?
    Henry: Yep. I was interested in seeing what make 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!
    Robin(F): 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...?
    
    B Support
    
    Henry: Lah-di-da, do-di-doh, fee-fi-fo-fum, bom bom bom...
    Robin(F): 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, Robin, 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.
    Robin(F): Wh-what?!
    Henry: If I get it to work, we can have them all fight on our behalf! Then we
    can sip tea for the rest of the war and collect the accolades once it's over.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): Good.
    
    A Support
    
    Robin(F): Henry, I wanted to congratulate you on that last battle.
    Henry: Oh?
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): I know what I said, but I was surprised you'd taken it to heart.
    Henry: I just do what I'm told.
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): 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!
    
    S Support
    
    Henry: Hey, Robin. I'm done mending those tents! What should I do next?
    Robin(F): Well, let's see. You've sorted my books, swept the floor, checked
    the weapons... I do believe that's absolutly everything. Thank you so much for
    the help.
    Henry: Yeah, okay... But what should I do now?
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): Um, you will?
    Henry: It's fun being around you, Robin. And I especially love doing your
    chores.
    Robin(F): Ha! Well, I enjoy you company, too, Henry.
    Henry: ...But when I say it's "fun" being with you, I mean it's...kind of
    special.
    Robin(F): 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...
    Robin(F): 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 like as much as I like you... It's an
    engagement ring that I picked out special. I want us to get married!
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): I accept, Henry. I accept wholeheartedly. You may not have cursed
    me, but I seem to have fallen under your spell...
    Henry: Yes!
    Robin(F): But you must promise me we'll be together forever.
    Henry: Oh, you can count on me. I always do as I'm told!
    
    [Confession Event]
    I'll love you with every ounce of my blood until I die. Oooh, when do you
    think that'll be?
    
    ---------------
    Robin(F)/Lucina
    ---------------
    
    C Support
    
    Robin(F): Phew! What a long day. So many chores, so little time...
    Lucina: Robin!
    Robin(F): Oh, hello, Lucina.
    Lucina: What do you think you're up to?!
    Robin(F): I beg your pardon?
    Lucina: Don't act all innocent! What are you doing poking around outside
    Father's tent?
    Robin(F): ...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?!
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): The thought never even 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.
    Robin(F): 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...
    Robin(F): 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 you doubts.
    Lucina: Very well. I'll do exactly that. I will be as your shadow! Just watch
    and see.
    
    B Support
    
    Lucina: Ah. There you are. I'll be shadowing you again today. Just so you are
    aware.
    Robin(F): 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?!
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): 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 be
    just friends.
    Lucina: Are you insinuating I'm naive?
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): 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>
    Robin(F): I'm honestly not sure which one of us is more confused...
    
    A Support
    
    Lucina: Can we talk, Robin? I have something to say.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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 way, he'd...
    Um... In any case, it seems I should apologize. I'm sorry, Robin.
    Robin(F): 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
    than that, I promise. You have nothing to fear from me.
    Lucina: I believe you.
    Robin(F): 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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    Robin(F)/Say'ri
    ---------------
    
    C Support
    
    Robin(F): Say'ri? Hello? ...Er, I had a question for you.
    Say'ri: I am in the tent, my lady. Enter and be welcome.
    Robin(F): 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, Robin! 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?
    Robin(F): Well, I did, yes. ...But now I'm actually more interested in your
    smallclothes. At least, I assume that't 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.
    Robin(F): 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 interested in the customs and culture of
    Chon'sin. Mayhap next time we have a moment, I could tell you more.
    Robin(F): 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, Robin.
    
    B Support
    
    Robin(F): Hello, Say'ri.
    Say'ri: Ah, Robin.
    Robin(F): You have a moment? I was wondering if you might tell me more of
    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?
    Robin(F): That doesn't look like any tea I've ever seen...
    Say'ri: Aye, we use different tea leaves and different utensils, and even
    drink unlike you. Chon'sin takes tea very seriously. There are entire schools
    devoted to the art.
    Robin(F): Goodness! That seems a bit excessive, doesn't it?
    Say'ri: Perhaps, but to the devotees to Teaism, even a lifetime of study is
    not enough. Not to worry, though--I'm not one of them. Now permit me to boil 
    the water...
    <Time passes>
    Robin(F): ......
    Say'ri: Take this with care. The cup is fearsome hot.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): Your people have a 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?
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): I'd like that very much.
    
    A Support
    
    Robin(F): Hello, Say'ri. Thank you again for that tea the other day. I was
    wondering if you'd care to share more about you 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.
    Robin(F): Truly?
    Say'ri: Aye and aye again. Something in our eye prefers the patina of age.
    'Tis but a different aesthetic.
    Robin(F): 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 and worn is infused with a certain beauty. A beauty of hard use, if
    it please you. Of decay and poverty.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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 if the little things don't affect you. And now I
    understand why.
    Say'ri: You honor me, my lady.
    Robin(F): 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
    to visit.
    Robin(F): I'd like that very much.
    Say'ri: Then we've one more reason to finish this war and restore peace to the
    world!
    Robin(F): Yes we do.
    
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    Robin(F)/Basilio
    ----------------
    
    C Support
    
    Basilio: Ah, Robin! You look radiant today!
    Robin(F): Oh? And what prompted that unexpected dose of flattery?
    Basilio: I've made it my custom to greet every lady I meet with a compliment.
    Robin(F): Well, consider me complimented. ...Was there something else you
    wanted?
    Basilio: I want to buy your services! Er, as a tactician, I mean.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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, Robin! Count on it!
    <Basilio leaves>
    Robin(F): Hmm, somehow I believe him...
    
    B Support
    
    Basilio: Ah-hah, Robin. Just the brilliant tactician that I wanted to see!
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): 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 ablt--to improve herself as
    you.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): Right. But I don't understand why. All three of us are in the same
    army, yes? If I stopped to work 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!
    <Basilio leaves>
    Robin(F): Basilio?! Basilio, wait! What should I do with all these flowers?
    <Basilio returns>
    Basilio: Ah, I'm...not sure. Whatever one normally does with flowers? ...Eat
    them?
    <Basilio leaves>
    Robin(F): *Sigh*
    
    A Support
    
    Basilio: Ah, so this is where you're hiding! Can you spare a moment for old
    Basilio?
    Robin(F): 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--
    Robin(F): A toady?!
    Basilio: Well, all right, "assistant," if you prefer. I hear some use that
    term nowadays.
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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, Robin! Name your price! Whatever it takes!
    Robin(F): 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!
    <Basilio leaves>
    Robin(F): Heh heh, he certainly doesn't give up easily, does he...
    
    S Support
    
    Robin(F): Hello, Basilio.
    Basilio: Ah, Robin.
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): Oh, was I? Fancy that.
    Basilio: ......
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): Wait, you don't? Er, I mean...good! Because I had no intention of
    accepting. What would be the point? I really just 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.
    Robin(F): 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 offered 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!
    Robin(F): I...have no idea what to say...
    Basilio: Well, "yes" would be a fine start. Come on, Robin. Don't break my
    big, brown heart.
    Robin(F): 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 lady--the men of Ferox know how to treat a lady right!
    Robin(F): Well, I guess I'll have to find out, won't I?
    Basilio: Har! I'll start by laying out the biggest wedding feast Ferox as ever
    seen!
    Robin(F): 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?
    
    [Confession Event]
    Just think of all the fun times were gonna have, all the battles! Hah, I'm
    gonna make you proud!
    
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    Robin(F)/Flavia
    ---------------
    
    C Support
    
    Flavia: Robin! I want a word with you.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): ...Me?
    Flavia: Regna Ferox needs military talent of your caliber. At my side, you'd
    be worth a legion or more of battle-hardened fighters!
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): Th-thank you. I'll do that.
    
    B Support
    
    Robin(F): Hmm... But then, if they hit us here, our flank would be exposed.
    Unless...
    Flavia: Ha! Look at you, Robin! 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!
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): 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?!
    Robin(F): ...Muh?
    Flavia: In fact, I want you to join the royal family and help me aid the
    people of Regna Ferox!
    Robin(F): Er, what do you mean by that?
    Flavia: Is it not clear?
    Robin(F): 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, Robin! I
    only care about talent, brains, and character. And as I keep saying, you have
    all of those qualities in spades.
    Robin(F): This is really not what I was expecting you to... Er, so maybe...
    Um... I need to go.
    <Robin leaves>
    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!
    
    A Support
    
    Flavia: Ah, there you are, Robin.
    Robin(F): K-Khan Flavia!
    Flavia: Well? Have you thought more about my proposal?
    Robin(F): Oh, er, right. You mean the one about me going to Regna Ferox?
    Flavia: And joining my family. Don't forget that bit.
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): It is for me!
    Flavia: Why? Isn't it more important that we hold love for each other? Any
    other details--
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): 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, Robin, though I understand your position.
    Robin(F): I'm sorry. Truly I am. Um, but...I 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 bridesmaids at each other's
    weddings! But forgive me. You're right. This isn't the time for idle
    fantasies.
    Robin(F): ...Sister?
    Flavia: But if it's friendship you want, then friendship we shall have!
    Robin(F): Wait. When you said you loved me, you meant as a SISTER?!
    Flavia: Well, an adopted sister, yes. ...Didn't I make that clear?
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): *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 yearns for the still-beating heart of the
    deer... And when the time comes, you will be my prey!
    Robin(F): Er, you know...
    Flavia: Yes, my lovely fawn. You shall be mine, now and forever!
    Robin(F): You're doing it again!
    
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    Robin(F)/Donnel
    ---------------
    
    C Support
    
    Donnel: Nah, still no good. The hook's too big. Maybe if I... Naw, that ain't 
    it neither!
    Robin(F): 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 as soon as it starts
    fightin'.
    Robin(F): Ah, yes. It needs a barb on the inside. Here, may I? ...There we go.
    Donnel: Wow, thanks! I owe ya one, Robin. How'd ya know so much about fishin'
    hooks anyhow?
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): Sure, sounds great!
    
    B Support
    
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): Ha ha, listen to us! We're obsessed.
    Donnel: Heh, ain't that the truth? We ain't even on larder duty!
    Robin(F): 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'.
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): Oh. I...see.
    
    A Support
    
    Robin(F): Do you cook, Donny?
    Donnel: Sure--if I ain't got a choice. You?
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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>
    Robin(F): Gah! The fish! You're burning it!
    Donnel: And yer stew is boilin' over!
    Robin(F): HOOOOOOT! Hot! Hot! Hot!
    Donnel: You all right?!
    Robin(F): 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!
    <Donnel leaves and returns>
    Donnel: I got the water! Stick yer hand in there!
    Robin(F): Ahhhhhhhhh...
    Donnel: I reckon there WAS harm in us tryin' to cook.
    Robin(F): Still, I'd say it was worth it. At least I got to learn something
    about you.
    Donnel: And what's that?
    Robin(F): 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 woudn'ta done...
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): 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?
    
    S Support
    
    Donnel: Gosh, Robin. That was one heckuva to-do the other day!
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): No, it was my fault for burning 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.
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): ...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!
    Robin(F): Why, Donnel...
    Donnel: Ya like my company and whatnot, don't ya, Robin?
    Robin(F): Donnel, being with you is... It's like a nonstop festival ride.
    Donnel: Then...?
    Robin(F): Yes. I accept.
    Donnel: Yeeeeee-haaaaaaw!
    Robin(F): 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?!
    Robin(F): It was just a joke, Donny.
    Donnel: Haw haw! Good one, Robin! Aw, I KNEW this'd be fun!
    
    [Confession Event]
    I love ya. I don't reckon I could live without ya! Let's you and me settle 
    down on the farm!
    
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    Robin(F)/Anna
    -------------
    
    C Support
    
    Anna: Oh Robin! Just the lady I wanted to see!
    Robin(F): Oh, hello, Anna. What can I do for you?
    Anna: I have a proposition for you...
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): Er, well, if you put it like that... I suppose I could try a little.
    Anna: That's the spirit! ...Aaand her you go. One tub of Anna's Wonder Cream.
    Robin(F): Heh, now you've gotten me all excited. I'll have to try it right
    now.
    Anna: Great. You do that. ...Bye!
    <Robin 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!
    
    B Support
    
    Robin(F): Anna!
    Anna: Oh, Robin! Did you need me for...something or other?
    Robin(F): 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--)
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): ...For serious?
    Robin(F): 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...
    Robin(F): Do let me know if you get any more in. I'm ready to buy a lifetime's
    supply!
    Anna: Er, of course...
    Robin(F): Great! See you soon!
    <Robin leaves>
    Anna: ...Well, that was unexpected. If it's that amazing, I'm going to have to
    try some myself!
    
    A Support
    
    Anna: Er, Robin? You remember that skin cream I sold you recently? I, er,
    don't suppose you'd let me try some of it?
    Robin(F): Don't tell me you've never used it yourself?
    Anna: Well, the thing is, I had such a limited supply, and it was so
    popular... It, uh...sold out before I had a chance!
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): Well, there's no time like the present. I have the tub 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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    <Time passes>
    Robin(F): ...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!
    Robin(F): ...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?!
    Robin(F): Good heavens, Anna! Your face is swelling up like a balloon! Hold
    on! I'll fetch some water!
    <Robin leaves>
    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 bring me down... *scratch* When life gives you
    lemons, you sell lemonade! *scratch* Then you sell 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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    Robin(F)/Owain
    --------------
    
    C Support
    
    Owain: Severiestus? ...Too complicated. Deus Dumbfoundus? ...Too long.
    Robin(F): 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 sand of time, that o'er
    centuries have flowed?
    Robin(F): ...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.
    Robin(F): Well, for starters, you should try speaking like a normal person...
    Owain: Hark now! In my hand I hold my faithful friend, a shimmering sliver of
    silver steel. My weapon, my blade, my companion to death... It demands a
    sacred appellation!
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): ...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.
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): Well, I'll just...give you two some privacy, then...
    
    B Support
    
    Owain: Ah, 'tis the Titler! She who has been chosen by fate to name my
    faithful blade!
    Robin(F): ...Actually, I think you were the one who asked me.
    Owain: Enough idle chitchat! Has inspiration struck? Prithee, do you have a
    name?
    Robin(F): Actually, I was wondering if I might have a little more time with 
    that.
    Owain: Sooo...today is not the day my sword recieves 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.
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): Maybe you could give me a couple of examples? ...Please?
    Owain: Well, er... Vermidog? Viseguard? Hmm... Oh! Oh, I got one!
    Cloverfinger!
    Robin(F): 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 you answer! What shall be...the NAME?!
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): 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!
    
    A Support
    
    Owain: Aha! There she be! We've been seeking you, my partner and I, for we
    wish to offer our humble thanks.
    Robin(F): "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 the gods themselves are reaching down to guide
    every parry and blow!
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): I'm not sure what it has to do with clovers and roast ox, but I'm
    pleased 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!
    Robin(F): Well, I'm glad it...all worked out.
    Owain: O fount of deepest understanding! O goddess of infallible wisdom!
    Robin(F): Er, okay, Owain, you're welcome. Just keep your voice down a little?
    
    S Support
    
    
    Owain: *Siiigh*
    Robin(F): Owain? What's the matter? You seem down.
    Owain: I am. And the kicker is, I have no idea why...
    Robin(F): 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 the physicians, I've talked to the healers, and neither can help.
    They just said I must have picked up an infection or something.
    Robin(F): That does sound quite serious. Here, let me feel your forehead...
    Owain: Waaargh! NO! Don't touch me!
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): That sounds...familiar.
    Owain: You recognize the symptoms? Please, you have to tell me what disease I
    have!
    Robin(F): Er, it's not a disease, exactly. Although it IS serious... Oh, this
    is embarrassing.
    Owain: E-embarrassing?! I have an embarrassing illness?!
    Robin(F): N-no, I don't mean that. It's just...not easy to talk about.
    Owain: Oh, please, Robin! If you know something, you have to tell me!
    Robin(F): You spend a lot of time thinking about me, don't you? I mean...
    inordinately.
    Owain: Yeeeeees...
    Robin(F): And when you do think about me, you feel that tightening in your
    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.
    Robin(F): 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 have never lived it down!
    Owain: I guess I did put you on the spot there, didn't I?
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): 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!
    
    [Confession Event]
    You eluded my defenses and pierced my heart. It seems I've finally found...my 
    weakness.
    
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    Robin(F)/Inigo
    --------------
    
    C Support
    
    Inigo: Ah, Robin. You're looking beautiful as always! Care to join me for some
    tea?
    Robin(F): Sorry, no time for anything so frivolous today.
    Inigo: I'm deadly earnest, my lady! I assure you, there is no frivolity
    intended.
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): ...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, Robin, 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 your grumpy cynicism alluring... We must
    talk like this again soon!
    <Inigo leaves>
    Robin(F): ......
    
    B Support
    
    Inigo: Robin! There you are! Were you afraid I'd forgotten our date? Well, put
    your mind at ease. Here I am!
    Robin(F): Hello, Inigo. Did all the other ladies turn you down again?
    Inigo: ...How did you know?
    Robin(F): 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 poor, faithful friend, Inigo?
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): ......
    Inigo: Er...
    Robin(F): ......
    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!
    Robin(F): 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, Robin! I just can't get anything past you, can I?
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): Oh, for the love of... Nothing could be further from the truth!
    Inigo: Oh, I think I touched a nerve...
    Robin(F): 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!
    <Inigo leaves>
    Robin(F): Wait! Inigo! I was just... *Siiiiiiiiigh*
    
    A Support
    
    Inigo: ...This is for you, just for being you. A little token of my gratitude.
    Robin(F): ...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, Robin! 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.
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): Why are you laughing?
    Inigo: Ha ha ha ha! Ha ha! Hoooooo... S-sorry... Got to catch...breath... I'm
    not trying to buy your affections. Or anyone else's! The very idea!
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): Then why are you only giving it to the women?
    Inigo: I'm not! I've been giving something to everyone.
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): ...You are full of surprises today, Inigo.
    Inigo: I know! I'm kind of surprised myself. ...Sooo, not so bad, am I?
    Robin(F): Well, I thought you were pretty horrible before, but maybe not "so"
    bad, but...
    Inigo: Heh, I'll take it! ...And I'll take my exit before you change your
    mind! Ta-ta!
    <Inigo leaves>
    Robin(F): ...... Heh, yes, not SO bad, I suppose...
    
    S Support
    
    Inigo: Ah, Robin. Today your beauty shines more radiantly than ever!
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): I don't think I follow.
    Inigo: Look, it's like this... The person I love more than anyone... Well,
    it's YOU!
    Robin(F): 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...
    Robin(F): Oh, good heavens.
    Inigo: Then this confession is all in vain? You truly hate me?
    Robin(F): I don't hate you, Inigo.
    Inigo: Then...is there a chance we can be together?
    Robin(F): 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 lot, 
    considering... Er, I mean, if it's what you REALLY want, I'll...do my best.
    Robin(F): You'll what?!
    Inigo: Ha ha! A jest, my lady, a jest! Robin, I promise I will have eyes for
    no one but you.
    
    [Confession Event]
    I used to say this to all the ladies, but... You're truly the only one for me.
    
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    Robin(F)/Brady
    --------------
    
    C Support
    
    Brady: *Pant, pant, wheeze* Need...air...HAAA...ngh...*sputter, pant*
    D-dammit...
    Robin(F): Brady, what's the matter?
    Brady: Ain't *pant* n-nothin' *pant* matter *wheeze*...
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): You overdid it, didn't you?
    Brady: Sh-shut yer yapper!
    Robin(F): 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*...
    Robin(F): Er, Brady. Are you crying?
    Brady: I SAID shut yer *sniff* yapper. I NEVER cry, yeah?!
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): But you never cry, yeah?
    Brady: You ain't nearly as nice as everyone says you is.
    Robin(F): I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't tease. But serously, Brady. Are you
    really so desperate to get stronger?
    Brady: Well, yeah. Of course I am. It's pretty much all I care about.
    Robin(F): Then let me help you.
    Brady: What, I'm supposed to just have you drill me? Teach me to fight better?
    You?
    Robin(F): Basically, yes.
    Brady: Yeah, well...I suppose that's...fine. Do what ya gotta do.
    Robin(F): Then it's settled! Excellent...
    
    B Support
    
    Robin(F): Well, Brady. Ready to begin your training? It's time we toughened
    you up.
    Brady: Yeah, I guess. Where do we start?
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): It has everything to do with it, actually. Your problem is a lack of
    stamina. We have to make sure the basics are covered before we get into
    combat.
    Brady: Sounds like a buncha malarkey if ya ask me, but whatever.
    Robin(F): Now, folks tell me that you're rather picky when it comes to food...
    Brady: Yeah, I guess. Ain't everyone?
    Robin(F): 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...?
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): 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.
    
    A Support
    
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): It's a bowl of my secret soup!
    Brady: What the hey does soup have to do with buildin' my cannons?
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): You know why? Because it's full of nutrients that your body's been
    craving.
    Brady: *Slurp* Yeah?
    Robin(F): 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*
    Robin(F): 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...
    Robin(F): 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!
    
    S Support
    
    Robin(F): I brought you more of my special soup, Brady.
    Brady: Oh. Er, sure. All right.
    Robin(F): What's the matter? You seem a little...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?
    Robin(F): Sounds serious.
    Brady: It is. Life-'n'-death serious. See, I've come a long way this little
    last while, yeah? And it's all 'cause you been workin' so hard on my behalf.
    Robin(F): 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 on the grindstone and got on with it. I've
    been very impressed, to be honest.
    Brady: Aw, Robin...
    Robin(F): So what's wrong, Brady? What is this life-and-death matter you want
    to discuss?
    Brady: Guess I should stop beating 'round the bush and just let fly, yeah? I
    wanna drink yer soup every day for the rest of my life!
    Robin(F): 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, Robin! I'm crazy about ya!
    Robin(F): Oh, Brady...
    Brady: I want us to be together all the time, from now on until we're old and
    busted!
    Robin(F): Well, this is a surprise... But such a happy one! It would be my
    great honor, Brady. I'll always be there 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!
    Robin(F): Well, in the meantime, soup's on!
    Brady: Now that's what I like to hear!
    
    [Confession Event]
    You make me wanna be stronger, better! I swear to become a guy worthy of your 
    love.
    
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    Robin(F)/Kjelle
    ---------------
    
    C Support
    
    Kjelle: Torchlight glinting off polished steel... Imposing rows of fearsome 
    visors... Ah, I never get tired of this sight.
    Robin(F): Kjelle? What are you doing in here?
    Kjelle: Ah, Robin. Greetings. I was just admiring the armory. Don't you think
    it's lovely seeing all our gear lined up in neat little rows?
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): I suppose there is a certain something about a well-made suit of
    plate. Expecially the elaborate models fashioned for nobles and royalty.
    Kjelle: Ha! I should have guessed that you, of all people, would share my
    passion.
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): 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, Robin. Just remember: you
    requested it!
    <Kjelle leaves>
    Robin(F): ...Did I?
    
    B Support
    
    Kjelle: Ha! There you are... I've been looking everywhere for you!
    Robin(F): (Damn! She found me!) Er, I mean... Hello, Kjelle.
    Kjelle: Ready for my discourse on armor?
    Robin(F): 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 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.
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): I...can so 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.
    Robin(F): 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, Robin, Robin... Why are you fighting this? There's no need to mask
    your feelings. Listen to your heart! Let it sing!
    Robin(F): ...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! *Siiiiiigh* I could listen to it all
    day...
    Robin(F): (...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...)
    
    A Support
    
    Kjelle: Ah, there you are, Robin. Are you ready for our next discussion on how
    to properly enjoy armor?
    Robin(F): Kjelle, you don't enjoy armor. You LOVE armor. You're consumed by
    it! Infatuated! Maybe even obsessed!
    Kjelle: Obsessed? Me?
    Robin(F): 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, Robin. 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.
    Robin(F): 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, Robin? ...It's
    because armor was my only friend.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): ......
    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.
    Robin(F): But that was then... Now you have something better you can rely on.
    Kjelle: ...Better armor, you mean?
    Robin(F): No! Us, Kjelle! Your friends! Look around the camp. Don't you see
    how many people here care about you? When we all stand together, nothing can
    possibly harm you.
    Kjelle: You make a convincing case, Robin. But I don't want to simply be
    protected--I want to protect my comrades in turn!
    Robin(F): 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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    Robin(F)/Cynthia
    ----------------
    
    C Support
    
    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...
    Robin(F): Cynthia? What's all the shouting about?
    Cynthia: Oh, hello, Robin! Just practicing my opening line for when we go into
    battle.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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
    battlefield, everyone gets time to deliver their lines. If the foe knows
    anything about heroic derring-do, they'll wait their turn.
    Robin(F): 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 war is civilized! It celebrates bravery and honor and all that
    good stuff. Otherwise, it's just a bloody mess. Otherwise, it's just random
    slaughter!
    Robin(F): ...I'm sensing a steep learning curve ahead of us 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 blodbath! ...Can it?
    Robin(F): Oh, Cynthia...
    Cynthia: Well anyway, I should run. I need to practice my sword flourishes!
    <Cynthia leaves>
    Robin(F): I can't decide if her attitude is admirable or pathetic...
    
    B Support
    
    Cynthia: I AM CYNTHIA! YOUR BLOOD SHALL RUN THICK LIKE 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...
    Robin(F): Hello, Cynthia.
    Cynthia: Oh, hi, Robin!
    Robin(F): Practicing your battle lines again?
    Cynthia: That's right! Because I still believe in the rules of heroic and
    gallant fighting.
    Robin(F): Just remember, not everyone follows the rules, or even knows about
    them. Some people have even less honor than the Risen, in truth.
    Cynthia: I know what the risks are. But I refuse to give up the idea of
    civilized combat.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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...
    Robin(F): 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.
    <Cynthia leaves>
    Robin(F): She's such a sweet girl, and so innocent. I just hope that doesn't
    prove her undoing...
    
    A Support
    
    Cynthia: Robin, can we talk?
    Robin(F): Of course, Cynthia. What's on your mind?
    Cynthia: Well, er, I've been thinking about what you told me...
    Robin(F): You mean about 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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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--
    Robin(F): Okay, okay, I think we have the idea...
    
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    Robin(F)/Severa
    ---------------
    
    C Support
    
    Robin(F): *Slurp* Ah, yes. Perfect. Adding that dash of fenugreek really did
    the trick.
    Severa: What are you doing, Robin?
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): 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 your word. And then when you do something really great,
    everyone treats it like a yawner. Before you know it, you're just boring old
    Robin, and everyone ignores you!
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): 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 NOOOOOO! You're
    flinging soup around like some innkeeper's lackey.
    Robin(F): W-well, when you put it that way, I guess it doesn't make much
    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 Robin's Chef Surprise to help. GAWDS!
    It's like talking to an infant! I am SO out of here.
    <Severa leaves>
    Robin(F): ...I'm honestly not sure if I should be flattered of insulted.
    
    B Support
    
    Robin(F): Severa, can we talk?
    Severa: Robin? Sure, if... No, wait! If you've got time to chat, you've got
    time to think up new strategies!
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): Not in so many words. But I'd like to offer a counterarguement, 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?
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): In any case, I wanted you to hear my reasoning, whether you agreed
    or not.
    Severa: I SAID "whatever," didn't I? Gawds!
    Robin(F): 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...
    Robin(F): 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 and
    make this amazing soup! I was just... I dunno. Jealous, I guess.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): Of course. Take your time.
    <Severa leaves>
    Robin(F): I think I might finally understand where that girl is coming from...
    
    A Support
    
    Severa: Robin?
    Robin(F): Yes, Severa? What can I do for you?
    Severa: You remember when you asked if I was mad at you or...someone else?
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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 horse. 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?
    Robin(F): You have your own virtues, Severa. For one, you have a kind heart.
    Severa: Pffft. Yeah, right.
    Robin(F): Think about it. You were reluctant to talk about this on account of
    MY feelings.
    Severa: ......
    Robin(F): 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?!
    Robin(F): Heh. Who's being modest now, Severa?
    Severa: Look, I'm serious. All that stuff about your parents never occurred to
    me.
    Robin(F): Your eyes get so big and earnest when you're telling a lie. Did you
    know that?
    Severa: ARRRGH!
    Robin(F): 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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    Robin(F)/Gerome
    ---------------
    
    C Support
    
    Robin(F): Hello, Gerome.
    Gerome: Robin.
    Robin(F): What are you doing here all alone?
    Gerome: I'm doing nothing in particular. As for being alone, that's my normal
    condition.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): Are they now? Hmm...
    Gerome: Why are you so obsessed with what I do, anyway?
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): Fair enough. I'll leave you to it, then.
    Gerome: ......
    
    B Support
    
    Robin(F): How are things, Gerome?
    Gerome: I thought I was clear that I didn't wish to associate with others.
    Robin(F): Supper is ready. Or are you eschewing food as well as company?
    Gerome: ...I eat alone.
    Robin(F): ...Don't you think meals are more enjoyable in the company of
    friends?
    Gerome: Food is fuel for the body. Nothing more.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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: ......
    
    A Support
    
    Robin(F): Hello, Gerome.
    Gerome: What do you want, Robin?
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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...
    Robin(F): Oh? Aren't you saying you'd like to have one of those idle chats
    with me?
    Gerome: That would be...acceptable.
    Robin(F): Well, this IS a surprise!
    Gerome: It's not like you would leave me alone anyway, am I right?
    Robin(F): Heh, perhaps not.
    Gerome: That's what I thought. So go on then. You want to talk? Talk.
    Robin(F): Heh heh, right then. So, what do you think about the...
    
    S Support
    
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): You know, you're quite adorable when you let your guard down...
    Gerome: Wh-what's that supposed to mean?
    Robin(F): Heh heh, your neck is turning red... Are you blushing under that
    mask?
    Gerome: H-how abusurd!
    Robin(F): Then you won't mind if I take it off and have a look.
    Gerome: NO! Stay away from me!
    Robin(F): 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...
    Robin(F): Oh?
    Gerome: ...Blast. I might as well just come out and admit it. You see,
    Robin...
    Robin(F): Gerome? Y-your mask! What are you doing?!
    <Gerome removes mask>
    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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): Oh, Gerome! I care for you, too, so deeply...
    Gerome: Music to my ears.
    Robin(F): 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.
    
    [Confession Event]
    From today on we'll hone our edges, together. We'll carve a path to happiness, 
    through whatever fate may bring.
    
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    Robin(F)/Morgan(M)
    ------------------
    
    C Support
    
    Morgan(M): Oh, Mother! Over here! Come with me a minute!
    Robin(F): What is it, Morgan?
    Morgan(M): Oh, nothing. It's just... C'mon! I need to talk to you about
    something.
    Robin(F): Well, I'm afraid I'm a bit busy at the moment. Can we talk here?
    Morgan(M): H-here? Er, that's not really... I can just wait, thanks.
    Robin(F): Are you sure it's nothing urgent?
    Morgan(M): Um, no, it's... Ha ha! ...I'll be right back.
    <Morgan leaves>
    Morgan(M): ...... Okay, all set! Now to lure Mother into this pitfall trap...
    <Morgan returns>
    Morgan(M): Phew, I'm back! Hey, let's take a walk, shall we? Right this way,
    Mother!
    Robin(F): You're acting very strange, Morgan.
    Morgan(M): (Allllmost... Just a couple more steps...)
    Robin(F): ...Huh? A pitfall? Now that's a classic!
    Morgan(M): Dang! How did you know?! I was super careful disguising it. It
    didn't look suspicious at all!
    Robin(F): 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(M): 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.
    Robin(F): Wait, how deep did you make it?!
    
    B Support
    
    Robin(F): Hmm... Now where did I put it...?
    Morgan(M): Looking for that treatise on tactics, Mother? Blue cover? Fairly
    thick?
    Robin(F): Yes. How did you... Waaait a minute.
    Morgan(M): Yup! I hid it! Think you can find it?
    Robin(F): Is that today's challenge, then?
    Morgan(M): 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--
    Robin(F): Found it.
    Morgan(M): WHAT?!
    Robin(F): It's in that bag you're holding, isn't it?
    Morgan(M): Hmph. ...Fine.
    Robin(F): Guess I win this round.
    Morgan(M): How did you figure it out so fast?
    Robin(F): 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(M): You read my entire thought process! ...And here I thought I was
    being so clever.
    Robin(F): All right, that settles today's challenge. Now come take a seat.
    Morgan(M): Huh?
    Robin(F): Let's read that book together. You wanted to work on your strategic
    thinking, right?
    Morgan(M): Right!
    
    A Support
    
    Morgan(M): I'd draw your forces out to this line, then strike with an ambush
    team from the woods.
    Robin(F): Then I would move...here. Now you find yourself trapped in a pincer
    movement.
    Morgan(M): Crud. You win again.
    Robin(F): 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(M): Thanks, Mother. I'll give some of your strategy texts another read-
    through. But know this--one of these days, I WILL outmaneuver you!
    Robin(F): 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(M): Okay! See you tomorrow!
    <Morgan leaves>
    Robin(F): ...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.
    
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    Robin(F)/Yarne
    --------------
    
    C Support
    
    Robin(F): Ha! Caught you at last. Let's see that furry mane of yours...
    Yarne: HEY! Don't touch the hair, lady!
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): Oh, come on. Don't squirm so much. A little petting now and then
    isn't going to kill you.
    Yarne: I'm a proud taguel, not a blasted pet!
    Robin(F): No need to get all uptight about it...
    Yarne: I'm the last surviving member of my race! Of course I'm uptight!
    Robin(F): See, that's exactly what I'm talking about. A little petting will
    calm you down.
    Yarne: No! Absolutely not! Do you hear...
    <Robin leaves>
    Yarne: Er, Robin? Where'd she slip off to?
    
    B Support
    
    Robin(F): HA! Caught you again, Yarne!
    Yarne: ARGH! NOT THE CUDDLING! PLEASE, ANYTHING BUT THAT!
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): ...Oh wow. That gives me a great idea. What if there were 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.
    Robin(F): Oh, right. Sorry. That was a little insensitive, wasn't it?
    Yarne: Just a smidge.
    Robin(F): I can't imagive if we ever lost you... I'd never feel that fuzzy fur
    again.
    Yarne: I should hope that's not the only reason you want to keep me around!
    Which reminds me, Robin. I have a favor to ask.
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): ...All right. I'll consider it.
    Yarne: Aw, thanks, Robin! I knew I could count on you.
    
    A Support
    
    Yarne: Hey, Robin? Do you have an answer for me yet? You know, about my
    request to be kept waaaaaay back from the front lines?
    Robin(F): Yes, Yarne. I've given it some serious thought. However...
    Yarne: W-wait, wait! Don't say a word! ...Do you hear that?
    Robin(F): Hear what? The only thing I hear is the breeze and--
    Yarne: SHHHHHHHHH! Someone...is...coming...
    Robin(F): What? Who?!
    Yarne: ...Wait, no. Not someone. A whole LOT of someones! They have us
    surrounded!
    Robin(F): Are they ours or...the enemy?
    Yarne: I don't recognize any of the footfalls, and I'm sensing bloodlust! It's
    an ambush!
    Robin(F): 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...?
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): Yarne!
    Yarne: I'LL stay here and fight them off... YOU run back to camp!
    Robin(F): Out of the question! I'm not leaving you here!
    Yarne: Well, I'm not leaving YOU here!
    Robin(F): 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 clean getaway, we should take it.
    Yarne: S-sounds good, Robin. Together we can do it! ...Maybe?
    Robin(F): We can and will. Now stay close. We'll punch through and get out of
    here!
    
    S Support
    
    Robin(F): Yarne? How is the wound?
    Yarne: I'm all healed up.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): It's funny to think how much you've changed since we first met. Do
    you remember when you were absolutely terrfied 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, Robin.
    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.
    Robin(F): Are you sure?
    Yarne: Yep. I've decided that training harder serves everyone better than
    hiding away.
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): Yarne... Do you mean...
    Yarne: Of course, if you don't want to, that's okay. It's just that--
    Robin(F): No, I do! I do, Yarne! I do...
    Yarne: Y-you do?! Wooo-hooo!
    
    [Confession Event]
    I LOVE you! Let's repopulate my species! Er, s-sorry, was that awkward?
    
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    Robin(F)/Laurent
    ----------------
    
    C Support
    
    Laurent: Robin?
    Robin(F): Hello, Laurent. Can I help you?
    Laurent: There is something I wanted to discuss with you.
    Robin(F): Oh? Discuss away!
    Laurent: Robin, 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.
    Robin(F): A lieutenant? Well, er...
    Laurent: Simply put, I would like to assist you in your work, Robin. If you
    are amenable, of course.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): But you mustn't let this interfere with your other duties, all
    right?
    Laurent: How do you mean?
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): Right. I won't. Thanks, Laurent.
    
    B Support
    
    Laurent: Robin? Is there anything I might help you with today?
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): Er, no, I suppose not.
    Laurent: Thank you.
    Robin(F): ...Right. Next I need to check our weapons and armor for wear...
    Laurent: ......
    Robin(F): Okaaay, looks good. Next, take stock of our rations...
    Laurent: ......
    Robin(F): Good! Okay, now what's next? ...Ah, yes. Formation drills for the
    front-line troops.
    Laurent: Robin?
    Robin(F): Yes? What is it, Laurent?
    Laurent: You seem incredibly busy.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): Er, well, like I said, I don't mind you watching.
    Laurent: Thank you, Robin. I shall see you again.
    
    A Support
    
    Laurent: Robin.
    Robin(F): Hello, Laurent.
    Laurent: Hard at work, I presume?
    Robin(F): Yep. Just trying to get some of these chores done.
    Laurent: You look exhausted, Robin. Drawn, haggard, and deathly pale.
    Robin(F): 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
    cease! You have worked yourself to the very brink of total exhaustion.
    Robin(F): Oh, don't exaggerate, Laurent! I just slipped on a pebble.
    Laurent: I'm not exaggerating. You're looking more Risen than human lately.
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): Laurent...
    Laurent: I respect you tremendously, both as a tactician and a friend. But in
    this one area, I believe your judgment is suspect at best. You must face the
    facts and allow me to assist you with your work!
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): All right, Laurent. I promise.
    
    S Support
    
    Laurent: Robin, I'm finished here. Is there anything else I can do?
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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 this 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.
    Robin(F): Oh, Laurent! Nothing would make me happier!
    Laurent: Excelsior!
    
    [Confession Event]
    You've been an object of fascination since I first saw you... One I would
    gladly spend my life investigating.
    
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    Robin(F)/Noire
    --------------
    
    C Support
    
    Noire: Robin.
    Robin(F): Hello, Noire. What can I do for you?
    Noire: Oh, nothing. I just wanted to get a good look at you up close.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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: Yeah, maybe. But I still think you'd be LEAGUES better! Anyway, so I
    was wondering... Do you mind if I call you mom?
    Robin(F): Um... Er... I don't...
    Noire: You're going to say no, aren't you?
    Robin(F): I just think it would be...strange. People might get the wrong idea.
    Noire: *Sniff*
    Robin(F): 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>
    Robin(F): Methinks there's more to this that she's letting on...
    
    B Support
    
    Noire: H-hi, Robin. Do you mind if I stand close to you again?
    Robin(F): 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, both on and off the battlefield. You have this kindly 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, Robin!
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): Noire, what happened to Tharja in the future?
    Noire: She died. Just like all the other mothers. Every last one of them.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): ...I see. That explains why you're seeking a new mother.
    Noire: Yeah, I guess. Anyway, thanks for listening to me, Robin. I'd...better
    go now.
    <Noire leaves>
    Robin(F): Oh, Noire...
    
    A Support
    
    Noire: Robin. You're awake!
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): Thank you for taking care of me.
    Noire: Aw, you don't need to thank me. It was an honor.
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): 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, Robin! You have
    to! Don't take all of our burdens on your own shoulders.
    Robin(F): ......
    Noire: And if you ever need a shoulder to lean on, you can just come talk to 
    me.
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): 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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    Robin(F)/Nah
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    C Support
    
    Robin(F): HEY! Nah! What in blazes do you think you're doing?!
    Nah: Oh hey, Robin. What's the trouble?
    Robin(F): What's the TROUBLE? You! Turning into a dragon and crashing through
    the countryside!
    Nah: Oh. That. ...Sorry.
    Robin(F): Sorry isn't good enough!
    Nah: Look, it's just something I have to do.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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 somewhere 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?
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): 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!
    <Nah leaves>
    Robin(F): Er, fun? Maybe this isn't such a good idea after all...
    
    B Support
    
    Nah: *Yawn* What a great rampage... I'm going to sleep well tonight!
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): Huh? Oh, n-no. Of course not. I'm sure it's quite safe...
    Nah: Liar, liar, pantaloons aflame! Just remember, I only rampage if there's
    no one around. It's perfectly safe.
    Robin(F): I'm sure you're right. Who could you hurt in such an isolated spot?
    Nah: Exactly! I'm not an idiot, you know. I've been doing this for a while.
    Robin(F): ...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.
    Robin(F): 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 I have to do it,
    whether we like it or not!
    Robin(F): 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?
    
    A Support
    
    Nah: Hee hee! Oh, gods, that was fun! That was the best rampage EVER!
    Robin(F): Here, Nah. Have some water.
    Nah: Thanks!
    Robin(F): Gracious, you certainly took it up another notch today. It's a good
    thing we're in such an isolated spot here.
    Nah: Gods, yeah. Can you imagine me running amok in the middle of town?!
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): Er, no, not usually. In fact, almost never.
    Nah: Oh. That's too bad. Uprooting trees is my 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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): It's a good thing we have plenty of forest to spare.
    Nah: Oh, and I feel much better running amok if you're here with me.
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): 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: YAAAAAAAAAY!
    
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    Robin(F)/Tiki
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    C Support
    
    Tiki: Zzzzzz...
    Robin(F): (Is that Tiki? Looks like she's asleep; I better keep my voice down.
    What is she thinking anyway, taking a nap out here?)
    Tiki: Phzzzzzzth...
    Robin(F): (She's going to catch her death of cold. If only I had a cloak to
    put over her...)
    Tiki: Zzzzzzzzz...
    Robin(F): (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 seen a town... 
    Zzzzzz... Thank you...
    Robin(F): (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...
    Robin(F): (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 to down to sleep...in the temple of the ice dragon...
    Robin(F): (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*
    Robin(F): (Heh heh, this should be VERY interesting indeed...)
    Tiki: Zzzzzz... I sense...danger... Zzzzzzzzzzzz...
    
    B Support
    
    Tiki: Zzzzzz...
    Robin(F): (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!
    Robin(F): Hmm?
    Tiki: P-please...don't seal me away... I want...to be free... Zzzzzz...
    Robin(F): What's going on?
    Tiki: ...I...will not...allow this... You're making...me...ANGRY!
    Robin(F): T-Tiki?! What's happening? Are you all right?
    Tiki: ...... Zzzzzz...
    Robin(F): Gracious, she sounded truly terrified... Tiki, are you all right?
    Tiki: ...Yes...I'm all right... Mar-Mar...
    Robin(F): ...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...
    Robin(F): (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.
    Robin(F): (...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... Robin...
    Robin(F): You're welcome, Tiki.
    
    A Support
    
    Tiki: Zzzzzz...
    Robin(F): (Snoozing again? I'll keep quiet, but maybe I could just ask one
    more question...)
    Tiki: Zzzzzz...
    Robin(F): (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...
    Robin(F): ...... (I mean, it would be a shame to let such a chance go to
    waste...)
    Tiki: *Snort* Zzzzzz?
    Robin(F): (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: ......
    Robin(F): Hello? (This is odd. Usually she answers 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.
    Robin(F): Hey! What kind of dreamspeak is that?! You're supposed to answer my
    question!
    Tiki: *Snort* H-huh?! Wooza wozza?! What's going on?!
    Robin(F): Aw, nuts. I woke her up.
    Tiki: Robin? Is there an emergency? Is the camp under attack?
    Robin(F): 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, Robin. ...I think it was a nightmare. I vageuly remember
    being hounded by some awful hag. She wouldn't stop pestering me with personal
    questions.
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): Oh. No. Of course not. Be my guest.
    Tiki: Just another forty winks and I'll...be ready...for action... ...... 
    Zzzzzz...
    Robin(F): (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*
    Robin(F): (She's talking in her sleep again! Let me just bend down here so I
    can get a good--)
    Tiki: Robin...mind your own business...or else.
    Robin(F): WAAAAAAAAARGH!
    Tiki: Zzzzzz... Oh, and before you leave...fetch a cloak to...lay over me...
    It's a bit chilly...down here... Zzzzzzzzzzzz...
    Robin(F): Oh! Uh, right. Of course! Whatever you say, Tiki!
    <Robin leaves>
    Tiki: Hee hee... Zzzzzz...
    
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    Robin(F)/Gangrel
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    C Support
    
    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!
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): It is a hard road, no denying it, but it's the asme 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...
    Robin(F): Is there a point to all this?
    Gangrel: I've had my say. ...For today. Just think on it, will you?
    <Gangrel leaves>
    Robin(F): ...Think on what?
    
    B Support
    
    Gangrel: There she is! Busy as a honeybee and accomplishing twice as much, I
    warrant! Gwa ha ha!
    Robin(F): Why are you following me around? If you're looking for trouble...
    Gangrel: Of course not! I have no quarrel to pick with you.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): You're trying to RECRUIT me?
    Gangrel: Of course! Why else would I keep chatting you up?
    Robin(F): Heh, indeed, why else would you...
    Gangrel: Well then? I would have your answer. Will you serve as tactician to
    Plegia?
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): 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...
    Robin(F): 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...
    Robin(F): 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 gong to do after this war...?
    Robin(F): Let me know what you come up with. ...Or don't. That's fine, too.
    
    A Support
    
    Robin(F): 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, Robin! Guess whoooooo? Here, I brought you a gift from the
    market. Made a trip especially for you.
    Robin(F): 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. Not 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.
    Robin(F): It was the throne they revered, not the man who sat in it.
    Gangrel: Really? Why, how shocking...
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): ......
    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?
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): Hmm...
    
    S Support
    
    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?
    Robin(F): Gangrel, I see that 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!
    Robin(F): 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 soldier. 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?
    Robin(F): It sounds like you're looking for a babysitter...
    Gangrel: Gwa ha, no, I'm looking for YOU, Robin! I want you at my side.
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): ...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
    loved, even once you become a wizened old hag.
    Robin(F): 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! Robin and I are to wed!
    This calls for a feast! Slaughter all the livestock you can find!
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): This is going to take a little work...
    
    [Confession Event]
    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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    Robin(F)/Walhart
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    C Support
    
    Robin(F): Ah, Walhart. So this is where you've been hiding.
    Walhart: ......
    Robin(F): I was actually hoping to ask for your advice. Is now a good time?
    Walhart: Groveling ill suits you. Remember that you are my superior in this
    army. Now state your business, tactician. What advice do you seek?
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): But it's a healthy thing to have a mix of different beliefs, new
    ways of doing things... Even if we don't 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 indulge your whim. There are worse ways to
    pass the time.
    
    B Support
    
    Robin(F): There you are, Walhart. I was hoping we might talk more.
    Walhart: Come again to shake the jar of your captive insect, have you?
    Robin(F): Your words, not mine. I'm simply hoping you can tell me more about
    your 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.
    Robin(F): That's where you're wrong, Walhart. It was a miracle 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!
    Robin(F): You believe all victors to be powerful, and all defeated weak. Is
    this accurate?
    Walhart: You have the right of it.
    Robin(F): Furthermore, you assert that the weak are obliged to obey the
    powerful. Is this so?
    Walhart: That, too, is my belief.
    Robin(F): Then change it.
    Walhart: ...Explain.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): To live is to make mistakes. We've 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.
    Robin(F): That's all I ask.
    
    A Support
    
    Walhart: Robin. What are you doing here?
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): Walhart? What are you doing?
    Walhart: You were struggling under the load. I decided to assist.
    Robin(F): Riiight. 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.
    Robin(F): *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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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 just pay lip
    service to "equality" while the hierarchy is alive and well?
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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 error of my ways. Perhaps I'd have become
    the benevolent monarch I first set out to be...
    Robin(F): It's 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.
    Robin(F): Remember what I told you before? Where there's life, there's a will.
    And where there's 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.
    Robin(F): It's all true. You'll see...
    
    S Support
    
    Walhart: Ah, here you are.
    Robin(F): Walhart. What can I do for you?
    Walhart: It's about what you said the other day. About life and will...and
    power to change.
    Robin(F): Yes, I remember.
    Walhart: I've been thinking about how I might change. About how I SHOULD
    change.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): Why, that's wonderful, Walhart! It truly is.
    Walhart: Then I know it is the right decision.
    Robin(F): You know, Walhart, you used to be so intimidating and angry, but now
    look at you!
    Walhart: Yes, I did come across that way...
    Robin(F): 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 destruction
    and despair.
    Robin(F): So start anew. Take what you've learned, and try again, but do it
    differently. Your goal hasn't changed. You just need to follow a new road to
    reach it.
    Walhart: Where there's life, there's a will. And where there's a will...
    Robin(F): Exactly!
    Walhart: When I walk this new road, I would have you at my side to lend me
    strength.
    Robin(F): You mean...as a tactician?
    Walhart: No. As a partner in life. ...As my wife.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): Oh.
    Walhart: You do not have to give me an answer right away. Think upon it. I'm
    willing to wait for as long as it takes.
    Robin(F): 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!
    
    [Confession Event]
    With you at my side, the path to glory shall be an easier one. Let us become 
    as gods of strength and happiness!
    
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    Robin(F)/Emmeryn
    ----------------
    
    C Support
    
    Robin(F): How are you feeling, Your Grace?
    Emmeryn: ......
    Robin(F): If something troubles or concerns you, you will tell me, won't you?
    Emmeryn: There is nothing...troubling me.
    Robin(F): Well, I'm pleased to hear that! But you must promise to let me know
    if anything changes.
    Emmeryn: Very...well.
    Robin(F): I still remember those events as clearly as if they happened
    yesterday. That heady time when we fought against the Plegian threat side by
    side.
    Emmeryn: ......
    Robin(F): You were a true inspiration to me. You know that? You strove so hard
    to avoid war and safeguard against all odds. And you persevered even when
    principles caused you and Chrom to clash.
    Emmeryn: ......
    Robin(F): But I know Chrom wants peace as badly ad you. He shares your dream.
    Emmeryn: I don't...understand.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): Er, that's it, really. I just wanted you 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...
    Robin(F): Yes, that's right. We're making your dream come true.
    Emmeryn: Do I...help or...hinder? This...shell of me?
    Robin(F): You help, of course!
    Emmeryn: That...is...good.
    Robin(F): So you mustn't give up on us OR yourself!
    
    B Support
    
    Robin(F): How do you feel today, Your Grace?
    Emmeryn: Will you...talk to me...again? As you did...before?
    Robin(F): If it pleases you. Perhaps I can tell you about Chrom. Would you
    like that?
    Emmeryn: Chrom is...my...brother?
    Robin(F): 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...
    Robin(F): 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...
    Robin(F): 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...
    Robin(F): No, of course you wouldn't. Not yet, anyway.
    Emmeryn: Chrom is...ruler. Chrom is...exalt. He must...lead.
    Robin(F): Well...if that were to be your wish, then of course it would be
    done.
    Emmeryn: ......
    Robin(F): But it's too early for that, now. When your memory has returned,
    then you can make a decision.
    Emmeryn: Wh-why not...now?
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): You just focus on recovering your memories, and I'll drop by
    whenever I can to help.
    
    A Support
    
    Robin(F): Your Grace. How are you today?
    Emmeryn: ......
    Robin(F): Your Grace? ...Emmeryn? Are you all right? Are you feeling unwell?
    Emmeryn: I am...quite well. I have been...thinking.
    Robin(F): You have?
    Emmeryn: What...am I? Who...am I?
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): Nothing could be further from the truth! Why have you started
    thinking like this? Was it something I said?
    Emmeryn: You did...nothing...wrong.
    Robin(F): 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 from 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.
    Robin(F): But, Your Grace!
    Emmeryn: I am...glad to...speak...to you...Robin. 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.
    Robin(F): ......
    Emmeryn: I am...most grateful...to you. I'm sorry...I am still...so weak...
    Robin(F): 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...well help
    until...I am strong...again.
    Robin(F): 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...
    Robin(F): I serve you because you are my friend.
    Emmeryn: Robin... Thank...you...
    
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    Robin(F)/Yen'fay
    ----------------
    
    C Support
    
    Robin(F): Oh! Hello, Yen'fay.
    Yen'fay: ......
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): 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 ignominy.
    Robin(F): 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 a part of this world's affairs, save in battle.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): Well, yes, I suppose that's true. It would be difficult for you 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.
    Robin(F): And we're grateful for it, Yen'fay. We could use more like you.
    
    B Support
    
    Robin(F): Whoa, Yen'fay!
    Yen'fay: ......
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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 surprised you find it difficult to comprehend.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): Er, indeed... Like I said--very reassuring. Just be careful not to
    wear yourself out.
    Yen'fay: Your concern is unnecessary.
    
    A Support
    
    Robin(F): (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.
    Robin(F): Don't tell me... Even the mighty Yen'fay gets tired sometimes?
    Yen'fay: ......
    Robin(F): Yen'fay? Is something wrong?
    Yen'fay: I was dreaming...of my homeland.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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, Robin. 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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): As long as the flame of life still burns inside you, you will have a
    role.
    Yen'fay: You speak as a poet, Robin.
    Robin(F): 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.
    
    S Support
    
    Yen'fay: Ah, there you are.
    Robin(F): Hello, Yen'fay.
    Yen'fay: I have something important I wish to discuss with you.
    Robin(F): Oh? What is it?
    Yen'fay: It's about out talk...regarding my life after the war. Though this
    may be presumptuous, I would beg a boon of you.
    Robin(F): 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
    that happens, I want you at my side.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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...
    
    [Confession Event]
    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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    Robin(F)/Aversa
    ---------------
    
    C Support
    
    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.
    Robin(F): ...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?
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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 won'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!
    Robin(F): ...I suppose I shouldn't be surprised by any of this, really.
    
    B Support
    
    Aversa: Chrom? CHROM? ...Now where did he go? I was sure he was around here
    somewhere.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): It might as well be a century.
    Aversa: Gya! If it wasn't for my impeccable social graces, I'd teach you some
    manners...
    Robin(F): Hah! I'm sure an alley cat such as 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 should 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!
    Robin(F): 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.
    <Aversa leaves>
    Robin(F): Wait, what?! Hold on! I didn't agree to anything!
    
    A Support
    
    Aversa: So you've come for our duel. ...I must confess, I'm surprised.
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): 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?!
    Robin(F): Then your defeat will have to wait. We must join forces until we can
    get back to 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.
    <Time passes>
    Robin(F): *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...
    Robin(F): ...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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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...
    Robin(F): 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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    Robin(F)/Priam
    --------------
    
    C Support
    
    Robin(F): Hello, Priam. More swordplay?
    Priam: Stay back--this is a real blade I'm training with! Hyeah! Ho! Hyuh!
    Robin(F): Amazing! You cut the log into perfect thirds, all without touching a
    branch!
    Priam: ...Did you need something?
    Robin(F): 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 mightiest of all rivals on the battlefield. I
    have no need for parade-ground quadrilles.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): Well, individual strength IS important... Perhaps I should train
    solo more often.
    Priam: Anyone who dares step onto a battlefield needs to be physically ready.
    Robin(F): Then perhaps you would be so kind as to provide me with some
    training?
    Priam: You are asking to be my pupil?
    Robin(F): Well, why not? Everyone agrees your martial prowess is second to
    none.
    Priam: ...Very well. You may join my training sessions. I will provide
    occasional guidance.
    Robin(F): Then I look forward to our first lesson, Master Priam.
    
    B Support
    
    Robin(F): Master Priam, would you consent to some fencing lessons today?
    Priam: Only if you stop this "Master" nonsense. Just Priam is fine.
    Robin(F): 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 air to guide the blade.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): I will try. With everything I am, I will try.
    Priam: Then you are ready for the first step.
    
    A Support
    
    Priam: Robin.
    Robin(F): Hello, Priam.
    Priam: I left some of my belongings here. You didn't happen to see them, did
    you?
    Robin(F): Oh, I'm sorry! I forgot to tell you...
    Priam: Tell me what?
    Robin(F): I had a little spare time, so I thought I'd do your laundry for you.
    Priam: My...laundry?
    Robin(F): 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?
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): 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.
    <Priam leaves>
    Robin(F): Heh heh, I had no idea he had such a sensitive side...
    
    S Support
    
    Priam: Robin, are you there?
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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 my gratitude. I'm
    no expert on women's accessories... I just picked something at random.
    Robin(F): 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: ......
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): ...Are you serious?
    Priam: Of course I'm serious! Why would I joke about something like this?
    Robin(F): 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.
    Robin(F): 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!
    Robin(F): Hee hee, why, Priam. I've never seen you so...emotional.
    Priam: I would not normally allow myself to 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.
    Robin(F): Indeed, and poetically put. Perhaps for you, a pen truly would be
    mightier than a sword.
    Priam: Well, let us not get carried away...
    
    [Confession Event]
    You give my strength purpose and meaning. I'll let the world burn before I see
    you hurt.
    
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    Chrom                                                                    [CHR]
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    Chrom/Robin(M)
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    Please see Robin(M)/Chrom.
    
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    Chrom/Robin(F)
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    Please see Robin(F)/Chrom.
    
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    Chrom/Lissa
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    C Support
    
    Lissa: *Siiiiiiiiigh*
    Chrom: Well, that was a big one.
    Lissa: Oh! Chrom!
    Chrom: Something on your mind? Or are you just sighing for the sheer joy of
    it?
    Lissa: Well, it's just... Do I... Do I seem like a princess to you?
    Chrom: Er, how's that?
    Lissa: I'm asking if I seem like a princess!
    Chrom: If you aren't, you owe us some rent for your room in the castle...
    Lissa: Oh, hardy har! That's not what I mean and you know it. I'm asking if
    you think I live up to my station.
    Chrom: What brought this on?
    Lissa: When I compare myself to you and Emmeryn, I...I feel like dead weight.
    Chrom: What a stupid thing to say.
    Lissa: Hey!
    Chrom: Well? It's the truth. You're fine just how you are, Lissa. Give
    yourself a little credit. I'll see you later.
    <Chrom leaves>
    Lissa: What? Hey! Don't give me a lazy answer and then run away! I hope you
    trip and break your nose, jerkface! ...Okay, that last bit may not have been
    the most princess-like.
    
    B Support
    
    Lissa: All right. The coast is clear.
    Chrom: Lissa?
    Lissa: Ack! B-brother! Hey there! How are...things...with the war?
    Chrom: Where are you going?
    Lissa: Oh, the weather's just SO lovely, so I thought I'd take a little stroll
    and--
    Chrom: It's raining.
    Lissa: IS IT? Oh, fiddle dee dee! It was sunny just a moment--
    Chrom: It's been raining for three days.
    Lissa: Urk...
    Chrom: All right, fess up: Where do you keep running off to lately?
    Lissa: Me? Run off? Ha ha! You're crazy, Chrom. Stop being crazy.
    Chrom: Robin has also been asking about you. ...About how you knew so much
    regarding the enemy's formation in the last battle. Please don't tell me
    you've been scouting all by yourself, Lissa.
    Lissa: ...So it'd be okay if I didn't tell you?
    Chrom: You fool! What would you have done if they'd caught you?!
    Lissa: I... I didn't... I don't know! I just knew I had to do something to
    help! It's my duty as princess to fight and--
    Chrom: And what?! To become a high-ranking hostage?! To be tortured for
    information?! And gods, are you REALLY still on about this princess stuff?!
    Lissa: You wouldn't understand! You don't know what it's like to be your and
    Emmeryn's little sister!
    Chrom: ...Look. If you want a mission so badly, I'll give you one: Go ask
    everyone in camp how you can be a better princess.
    Lissa: What?
    Chrom: It doesn't have to be today, but do it. ...And yes, that's an order.
    Lissa: Oh, for the... All right. Fine...
    
    A Support
    
    Chrom: How goes the mission I gave you, Lissa?
    Lissa: It's over. I talked to everyone. I asked them all how I could be a
    better princess, just like you asked.
    Chrom: And what did they say?
    Lissa: A dozen different things! Some guy said I should be more calm and stop
    throwing tantrums. Another person said I should stop being so picky about what
    I eat, which was weird. Oh, and a certain someone told me to stick my pinky
    out when I drink tea. Ugh!
    Chrom: And the most common response?
    Lissa: What do you mean?
    Chrom: Surely some people had the same advice, right? What did you hear the
    most?
    Lissa: Um... Well, there were a whole lot of people who said "nothing."
    Chrom: So there you have it.
    Lissa: There I have what?
    Chrom: I told you you're fine just as you are, didn't I? And the people agree!
    Lissa: Yeah, but... I still don't feel like I'm contributing anything.
    Chrom: When you approached people, how did they react? And I mean before you
    said anything. I'd bet good coin they all smiled at you. ...Right?
    Lissa: What? No, they... Hmm... Yeah, I guess they did.
    Chrom: You make people happy, Lissa. You motivate and inspire them just by
    your presence. I might instill confidence, but I don't make them happy. And
    neither would Emmeryn.
    Lissa: You think so?
    Chrom: I KNOW so. And believe me, that talent is more useful than you'd think.
    Everyone else knows it, too. That's why they told you not to change a thing.
    So if you won't trust my opinion, how about theirs? You're their princess,
    after all.
    Lissa: N-no, I trust them. I do, but...
    Chrom: Then stop worrying! You're going to be a princess all your life. That's
    plenty of time to figure it out. Just be yourself and the rest will come
    naturally.
    Lissa: ...Huh. That actually makes sense. Thanks, Chrom.
    
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    Chrom/Frederick
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    C Support
    
    Frederick: I've completed my patrol of the encampment, milord. All appears to
    be in order. I found no sign of the enemy nearby. I believe we are safe here
    for the night.
    Chrom: Good to hear. Thank you, Frederick.
    Frederick: While on my rounds, I took it upon myself to inspect our weaponry
    as well. I've placed any items that showed exceptional wear outside your
    pavilion. Be your choice to sell or repair them, sire, I recommend swift
    action.
    Chrom: ...Oh. Well, you HAVE been busy... Your work ethic always impresses,
    Frederick. I almost feel lazy by comparison.
    Frederick: Nonsense. I've done nothing more than my duty as a knight of
    Ylisse. Oh, and beg pardon, milord, but I noticed you often cause a ruckus
    when training. With that in mind, I reinforced the tents near any open areas
    you're like to use.
    Chrom: Er, yes. I see. Sorry for the trouble.
    Frederick: No trouble at all, milord. Happy to help. ...Also, with the nights
    growing colder, I procured blankets from a nearby village. I've readied a
    variety of colors so you might pick that which best suits you. If I may be so
    bold, sire, peach would seem to best flatter your complexion. But perhaps
    blue. Just to be safe? Yes, that's best. Blue it is! Here you are, milord. And
    two sets of spares, just in case.
    Chrom: Frederick, do you never tire?
    Frederick: Of course not, milord. I am here to serve. Ah, and one final thing:
    I've taken measures to raise troop numbers and morale. I had an artisan create
    posters emblazoned with your noble image. It's milord in a bold pose--naked,
    save a scale in one hand and a sword in the other. And at your feet, I
    scrawled our new recruiting motto: "Chrom Wants You!" I had them pinned inside
    each and every tent. Surely the troops will be thrilled to rally behind their
    common leader, milord.
    Chrom: ...Wait. You did what?! In whose... You hung this pict... In EVERYONE'S
    tent?!
    Frederick: No need for thanks, milord. Merely doing my duty. And that
    concludes my report. Rest well, sire!
    <Frederick leaves>
    Chrom: F-Frederick! Wait! We really need to...talk. ...Oh, gods. I've got to
    tear those posters down before anyone sees them!
    
    B Support
    
    Frederick: My deepest apologies, milord. Had I known you'd run from tent to
    tent rending the posters, I never would have--
    Chrom: Gods, I've never been so embarrassed in all my days! My sister nearly
    pulled a muscle laughing! Listen, Frederick. We need to talk. I know
    everything you do is for my sake, and I appreciate it. But it's... Well, at
    times, it's a little extreme. And other times it's damn near traumatic! I'm a
    grown man, Frederick, and I'm capable of taking care of myself.
    Frederick: 'Tis not my place to doubt your capability, milord, but I've duties
    as a knight. If anything were to happen to you or Lissa, I couldn't... I don't
    know if I could stand it.
    Chrom: But you do see the difference between being a knight and being a nanny?
    Frederick: ...I'm sorry, milord, but I would risk your embarrassment rather
    than forsake my duty.
    Chrom: ...Fine! Fine. Let's try this again. Let's pretend you're "milord," and
    I'm your loyal knight. Now, let's say you sneeze. Just one little sneeze...
    Suddenly I come dashing up to you with blanket and tea in hand! Or, let's
    imagine you make an off-hand remark about how fish sounds good... And I ride
    across two mountains to a freezing river to procure dinner! Or, heavens
    preserve us, let's suppose you look tired, or perhaps even yawn... So I bring
    a parade of increasingly arcane herbal cures to your tent for the next hour!
    How would that make you feel?
    Frederick: Milord, I... I would be enraged, milord. And humiliated.
    Chrom: You see? At some point, such assistance becomes a burden. I respect
    your sense of duty as a knight, but you must be sane about it! You waste too
    much time and energy on my sister and myself, and it saddens us. If you want
    to make us happy, take some time for yourself. Relax! Enjoy your life!
    Frederick: ...Is that an order, sire?
    Chrom: *Sigh* If if was, I've no doubt you would obey without question. But
    that would defeat the point. It's not an order, Frederick. It's a request.
    ...From one friend to another.
    Frederick: Milord... Very well. If it is your wish, I shall limit my actions
    to a bare minimum. I apologize for any trouble my efforts may have caused
    until now.
    Chrom: Thanks for understanding. And for your dedication.
    Frederick: It is my pleasure to serve, milord. Er, that is...within reason.
    
    A Support
    
    Frederick: ...And that concludes today's report, milord.
    Chrom: All right. Thank you, Frederick.
    Frederick: *Sigh*
    Chrom: Now there's something I never expected to hear. Is everything all
    right, Frederick?
    Frederick: Oh! M-my apologies, sire! I did not mean for you to hear that.
    Chrom: It's fine, but are you all right? You're not coming down with
    something, are you?
    Frederick: Not at all, milord. I'm the picture of health.
    Chrom: Then why have you seemed so exhausted lately? You looked pale as a
    sheet this morning! I thought a Risen had entered our camp. The other
    Shepherds are worried as well. Is something the matter?
    Frederick: Milord, I apologize again. I'm just... You see... I feel I've been
    of no use to either you or Lissa of late...
    Chrom: Hmm? What was that? You're mumbling.
    Frederick: N-nothing, milord! It's nothing. Perhaps I simply need a bit of
    sleep.
    Chrom: Then go rest! And if there's something bothering you, come tell me
    straightaway. Oh, but before you go... Thank you for patching the holes in
    everyone's tents. I know mine is a lot more comfortable without that blasted
    draft.
    Frederick: But milord, I... How did you know?
    Chrom: Who else would fix a tiny detail like that after a long day of battle?!
    So again, my friend, thank you. From everyone. There are days I think this
    entire army would fall apart if not for you.
    Frederick: Milord, I... I don't know what to say. Your praise is the highest
    honor!
    Chrom: Ha ha! It's just the truth, Frederick. That's all. Now, if you'll
    excuse me, I need to go speak with Robin.
    Frederick: Yes, of course. Robin's tent is...that way, wasn't it? I'll get
    started straightaway, milord!
    Chrom: Get started... Are you clearing the gravel?! Frederick, what in the
    world are you doing?!
    Frederick: It wouldn't do to have you trip up and hurt yourself, sire! Surely
    you see... ...Ah! Are you worried you could trip over ME, then? Of course. Not
    to worry, sire! I have a plan that will let me clear the path well ahead of
    you.
    Chrom: Um...Frederick?
    Frederick: Is something amiss, milord? Ah, of course! The reeds are a hazard
    as well. I'll just pluck them here...
    Chrom: That's...not what I was going to say.
    Frederick: So careless of me, sire! I'll have the devils uprooted in just a
    moment!
    Chrom: Oh, for the love of...
    Frederick: All clear, sire! You can trod through camp without worry or delay!
    Chrom: (Is this his idea of keeping things to a minimum?)
    <Frederick leaves>
    Chrom: Still, I suppose if it keeps him happy...
    Frederick: Mmm? Did you say something, milord?!
    Chrom: Er...Frederick?! For the love of gods! I have a meeting with Robin!
    Frederick: Oh, yes, here he/she is now. Hello, Robin. Do pardon the intrusion.
    Chrom: Frederick! We don't need to... You can dust later! And actually, you
    don't need to dust Robin at all, Frederick! ...FREDERICK!
    
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    Chrom/Sully
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    C Support
    
    Chrom: Hmm? Oh, hey, Sully.
    Sully: Hello, Chrom.
    Chrom: Are you here alone? I thought you'd be with Lissa and the rest of the
    women.
    Sully: Why, so I can make dinner for all the brave men? Nuts to that. I'll
    tend the fire.
    Chrom: That seems like a lot of hard work for one person.
    Sully: Would you rather I cook? Or sew? No thanks. I hate all that crap.
    Chrom: Huh. Well, I guess I understand. You don't seem like much of a... Er...
    Sully: What? A lady? Go ahead. Say it. No sweat off my thighs.
    Chrom: Okay then! I guess everyone has their own special talents. Say, I can't
    really cook or sew either. I can at least help with the fire?
    Sully: Har! You're all right, Chrom.
    
    B Support
    
    Chrom: Oh, hey, Sully.
    Sully: Hello, Chrom.
    Chrom: Where are you taking all that equipment? Would you like some help?
    Sully: Pfft! This is nothing. I'm just trying to clean up around this
    craphole.
    Chrom: It seems like every time I see you, you're working like there's no
    tomorrow. Just try not to overdo it, all right? It's not worth it if you wear
    yourself out.
    Sully: Wear myself out? Har! That's the point, Chrom. This is part of my
    training regimen.
    Chrom: You're training to...clean a tent?
    Sully: Gods, but you're dense. I'm training my MUSCLES! Lugging stuff builds
    pure strength a hell of a lot faster than sparring. Also helps with balance
    and coordination. You know. All that crap.
    Chrom: Oh. I guess that makes sense. Plus the tent gets clean!
    Sully: Yeah, I've always been efficient like that. Any chance to train is a
    chance I'll take.
    Chrom: I bet you've built up some real strength. How about a little
    demonstration?
    Sully: Har! Come at me, little man. Just don't cry start crying when I wipe
    the floor with you.
    
    A Support
    
    Chrom: Gnya! Yah!
    <Clang>
    Sully: HURAAAAAGH! GRAAAAGH!
    <Clang>
    Chrom: *Huff, huff* Haaaa... I'm...impressed, Sully. ...Whew! There's more
    force behind your strikes than ever. It's like trying to fend off a bear.
    Sully: *Huff, huff* Har... Thanks, Chrom. That means something, coming from
    you. Your defense is rock solid. It's like sparring with a damn wall. Guess
    you haven't been slacking either.
    Chrom: I was always taught that the best shortcut is the one you never take.
    Nothing for it but to put in the hours.
    Sully: Har! I remember that speech! Damn, that brings me back...
    Chrom: You remember playing bandit king? How we used to wallop each other with
    sticks?
    Sully: How much things have changed...and how much they haven't, har! But
    yeah, we played rough back then. Boys and girls alike. Remember how we used
    to sneak out of town to climb trees in the woods? Those were some damn good
    times...
    Chrom: Yes, we've come a long way, Sully, and yet we're still evenly matched.
    Sully: Damn straight! No way I'm letting some cheese-eating royal leave me in
    the dust. That's half the reason I train, you know? So you won't have the
    satisfaction.
    Chrom: Sully? I hope you never change. You're the only woman I can still do
    this with. You know that?
    Sully: That's because the other women decided to become a bunch of damn
    LADIES. Aw, hell. Some days I wonder if maybe I...
    Chrom: Oh no you don't. You're perfect, just as you are. I wouldn't change a
    thing, at least. We can spar. We can speak as equals. It's only one small part
    of my past that's unchanged, and...it anchors me.
    Sully: ...Are you messing with me? Well, hell, Chrom. If it works for you, I
    won't go changing for anybody else.
    Chrom: Good. See that you don't. ...That's an order.
    Sully: Pfft. Like I'd ever listen to you.
    
    S Support
    
    Sully: Oh, Chrom! There you are.
    Chrom: What is it, Sully? Are you ready for another round of sparring?
    Sully: No. Not today, anyway.
    Chrom: Oh, all right. So what did you need?
    Sully: Look, remember the other day when you said I was part of your past? You
    said I anchor you, and um... What did you mean by that?
    Chrom: What did I mean? Er, I guess... I don't know. I guess I just said what
    I was thinking without really...thinking. I don't want you to change for
    anyone, Sully. I want you to always be yourself. Sorry, I know that's pretty
    vague.
    Sully: No, it's good enough. You just... You accept me for who I am.
    Chrom: Yes, of course.
    Sully: But that's only because you see me as the same damn tomboy you knew as
    a kid! Other girls all went and became LADIES, but good ol' Sully's still one
    of the guys!
    Chrom: But I thought you liked being treated like one of the guys?
    Sully: Gods bless it, no! I'm not! I'm a woman, too, dammit! Yeah, maybe I
    can't cook, or clean, and I burn all the laundry, but...
    Chrom: Sully, what do you want to say?
    Sully: Rragh! I'm just... I don't... I like you. You know? Like...that. Like a
    girl...likes a guy?
    Chrom: ...Oh.
    Sully: So, um, yeah. As a guy, do you think you might...feel the same?
    Maybe...forever?
    Chrom: Are you... Are you proposing to me?
    Sully: GAH! D-do you just have to come out and say it like that?! I've never
    asked anything like this before in my life, Chrom. You're killing me here!
    Chrom: I just had to be sure we were thinking the same thing. The answer is
    yes, Sully. Yes!
    Sully: What?!
    Chrom: You're offering to be with me, right? I'd be lying if I didn't say you
    feel like one of the guys sometimes, but so what? That just means we're more
    similar than most couples. It's hardly a bad thing.
    Sully: But I'm NOT a guy, you bastard! I'm asking you as a woman!
    Chrom: I know! I get it! And I'm saying yes as a man.
    Sully: R-really? Just like that?
    Chrom: It's all right for a woman to have skill in battle, you know? And last
    I checked, there's no law requiring laundry skills in order to marry. I care
    about you, Sully. I care about you a very great deal. I always have... I just
    hope you know what you're getting into. Carrying a nation on your shoulders is
    a massive responsibility. Half of that would fall on you. Are you sure it's a
    load you want to bear?
    Sully: Are you joking? Have you seen my shoulders? Anyone gives you trouble,
    Chrom, you just send 'em over to me.
    Chrom: Now that's the kind of rock-solid support a ruler needs! And so I
    pledge my support in return. For this day, and every day to come. ...Here.
    This is for you.
    Sully: Holy crap! A signet ring from the royal house of Ylisse! I don't know,
    Chrom. It looks so...extravagant.
    Chrom: My parents had it made for me when I was born. I've always kept it
    close, and I see no reason to change that now. The only difference is that it
    will now be attached to an even greater treasure.
    Sully: Chrom, it's... It's beautiful. Thank you.
    Chrom: Ha! Now I'm the one blushing. I suppose we'll have to get used to this.
    Good thing we have the rest of our lives.
    Sully: I may be your anchor, but right now I could just fly away! I...I love
    you, Chrom. I think I always have.
    
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    Chrom/Vaike
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    C Support
    
    Chrom: All right, everyone! Let's pair off and try some one-on-one sparring.
    Vaike: Oh-hoh! You ready to take on the Teach, Chrom?
    Chrom: Vaike, maybe we should find new partners. Just to keep things fresh.
    Vaike: Pshaw! We're rivals. We have to fight! Ya can't turn your back on fate!
    ...Plus, I was really close to beatin' ya last time. Really, REALLY close.
    Chrom: Er, right. If you say so. But still, I think we should--
    Vaike: No, it's fine. I know what you're doing. You're trying to psyche me
    out!
    Chrom: Oh, come on! If we don't mix it up, we'll never keep ourselves sharp.
    Vaike: ...Oh, I see. Not enough suspense for ya, is that it? Then let's spice
    it up with a little wager! Everything we own--winner takes all!
    Chrom: ...Vaike? We're training for war. I can't very well gamble with the
    royal treasury.
    Vaike: Fine, fine! No gold. But how about this... The loser has to sneak up
    behind Frederick and pull down his pantaloons!
    Chrom: ...Are you mad? Frederick would chop you up like firewood! And then
    make a fire!
    Vaike: What's this now? Is someone...chicken? Ba-KAWK bawk bawk bawk bawk--
    Chrom: Oh, ALL RIGHT! I'll spar with you! ...Just stop that ridiculous
    clucking.
    Vaike: Har har! Yes! Now Chrom's got a full head of steam! Show ol' Teach what
    ya got!
    
    B Support
    
    Vaike: It's fightin' time, Chrom!
    Chrom: Very well. But on one condition...
    Vaike: Condition? It's not like you to ask for a handicap...
    Chrom: Nothing of the sort, Vaike. It's just that... Well, Lissa was pretty
    upset after our last duel. Poor girl was crying her eyes out. She said we were
    taking our sparring too seriously. She made me promise to go easy and fight
    safe so neither of us gets hurt.
    Vaike: Har har har! Yeah, that times clash was a real doozy. Good times, good
    times... But, uh, listen, Chrom. You're gonna have to explain this "fight
    safe" concept to me.
    Chrom: I've been pondering that myself. Perhaps we could decide the winner...
    with a coin flip?
    Vaike: Good gods, no! I don't want lady luck pickin' the winner. Not between
    us, anyway. ...Hey, I got it! What say you and me have a good old-fashioned
    cooking contest?! You make something, I make something, and we'll see who
    comes out on top.
    Chrom: Er, well, I suppose... Though I was seldom allowed in the castle
    kitchens growing up...
    Vaike: Ah, you're right. Cookin' against royalty'd be like spearin' fish in a
    barrel. If I can't beat ya with honor, I got no interest in beatin' ya.
    Chrom: Hold on now! ...I didn't say no. I've roasted my share of campfire boar
    and have heard no complaints...
    Vaike: Har har! Then a cook-off it is! Get ready to taste my victory!
    
    A Support
    
    Chrom: Ready for another duel, Vaike?
    Vaike: Naw, I'm bored with beating ya. We should fight other people.
    Chrom: Wait. When exactly did you beat me?
    Vaike: Hel-LO?! Remember the cookin' contest? Ol' Teach won that fair and
    square!
    Chrom: How do you figure? When you ate my dish, you fell backward off the
    chair and passed out. That made me the winner by knockout! ...Or are you
    denying you collapsed?
    Vaike: Kn-knockout?! You almost killed me with that slop you called goulash! I
    spent a week scrubbing the taste off my tongue! ...Look! Itsh shtill hurthz!
    Chrom: You didn't say we had to make the BEST dish. You just said it was a
    cooking contest.
    Vaike: B-but the whole point of a cooking contest is... Aw, forget it! Good
    gods, you really do hate losing, don't you?
    Chrom: And you don't?
    Vaike: ...Har har, yeah, I suppose you're right. We're birds of a feather, you
    and me. We love to compete. ...AND to win!
    Chrom: Well then? Are you ready for your fellow bird to knock you out of the
    sky?
    Vaike: Har! Bring it on, little man!
    
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    Chrom/Sumia
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    C Support
    
    Sumia: Oh! There you are!
    Chrom: Hello, Sumia. Did you need something?
    Sumia: Um, no. Robin is just looking for you.
    Chrom: Oh, right. The strategy meeting. Poor Robin does love to... AAAAAAARGH!
    Sumia: Chrom! Are you all right?!
    Chrom: Y-yes, I'm fine. I just tripped on a pebble. Gods, how embarrassing.
    Sumia: It's because you're so exhausted! You've been working too hard lately.
    Chrom: I'm fine, Sumia. And besides, we're all tired. Such endless fighting
    wears on everyone.
    Sumia: Chrom, you've no need to don a brave face for my sake. You carry twice
    the burden of anyone. It's only natural you're exhausted.
    Chrom: Heh. You're kind to say so. But in truth, everyone looks to their
    commander for inspiration and strength. An army is only as stalwart as its
    leader. The instant I show weakness, we're through.
    Sumia: It must be so hard for you...
    Chrom: I'll...be fine. And please, don't speak of this conversation to anyone.
    All right?
    Sumia: N-no! Of course not! I would never--
    Chrom: Ha ha! At ease, Sumia. And stop worrying so much! It'll take more than
    a few battles to bring this soldier to his knees.
    Sumia: I know! You're the greatest warrior that I've ever... Huh. I just
    realized something.
    Chrom: What is it?
    Sumia: You trusted me with a secret! It's our first secret together!
    Chrom: Um...yes, I suppose it is.
    Sumia: Don't worry. My lips are sealed tighter than a bear trap. ...So long as
    you promise to take a nap before the strategy meeting!
    Chrom: ...What?
    Sumia: I'll just tell Robin that you've been delayed.
    Chrom: And if I don't agree to your terms?
    Sumia: Then I'll tell everyone the mighty Chrom was bested by a mere pebble!
    Chrom: That sounds like blackmail... Still, I suppose a short nap couldn't
    hurt.
    Sumia: Ooh, it's so thrilling to be able to help out like this! Anyway, I'll
    leave you to it. Sweet dreams!
    <Sumia leaves>
    Chrom: That girl has a strange knack for getting her way...
    
    B Support
    
    Sumia: Chrom? Where are you? Hel-LOOOOO?
    Chrom: ...I'm right here, Sumia.
    Sumia: Oh! There you are. Um, so...here. I baked you a pie.
    Chrom: Really? Well, this is a suprise. ...Mmm! It smells amazing!
    Sumia: You've been working so hard recently. I thought you might be tired...
    My mother used to bake me rhubarb-and-fiddlehead pie, and it always perked me
    up.
    Chrom: Rhubarb and...fiddleheads? No mutton? Or goat? ...Or bear? I usually
    prefer a bit of meat in my pies.
    Sumia: Absolutely not! Meat is the last thing you need when your body's worn
    out! A stick of rhubarb will clear your bowels and get you right as rain in no
    time. That's what my mother used to say anyway--and she was always right!
    Chrom: Heh. Old Nurse Nan used to say the same thing when I was young.
    Sumia: See? They can't be both wrong. Now eat your pie while I go clean your
    smallclothes. I see quite a pile forming on the far side of your cot there!
    ...Well? Go on! Don't mind me now--just eat your pie!
    Chrom: Er, well. If you insist.
    <Sumia leaves>
    Chrom: ...Gods, I HATE rhubarb. But if Sumia thinks it'll make me feel better,
    I suppose I should force it down... Mmm? Hey, this isn't bad... In fact, it's
    delicious!
    <Time passes>
    Chrom: ...Well, that was about the best pie I've ever had.
    Sumia: ...Hel-LOOOO? Chrom? I'm baaaaack! Oh, have you finished already?
    Chrom: I did, and it was amazing! Usually rhubarb makes me queasy, but not
    this time! What's your secret?
    Sumia: Oh, nothing special. Just a bit of spice here and a pinch of herb
    there... You can make something taste like anything if you know the tricks.
    Chrom: Well, Sumia, I'm more than impressed. You're a true wizard of the
    kitchen.
    Sumia: Oh, I'm so glad you liked it. Now then! How about a cup of elderberry
    tea?
    Chrom: Hold on! You made me a pie, so I should be making YOU tea. Just let me
    boil some water here...
    <Chrom leaves>
    Sumia: Oh, Chrom... This is too much. Really. Hee hee! I knew he'd love the
    pie! Especially since it took me 15 tries to get it right...
    
    A Support
    
    Sumia: Chrom! Hel-LOOOOOO?!
    Chrom: Oh, hey, Sumia.
    Sumia: Look! I baked you another pie.
    Chrom: Sumia, you are too much. Where do you find all the time and energy for
    this?
    Sumia: Oh, it's nothing. Really! Hardly any trouble at all. Except for finding
    the veggies. ...And grinding flour. ...Oh, and kneading dough. But apart from
    THAT, it's easy as...well, pie! I like doing it. Really. Honest.
    Chrom: Well, if you say so.
    Sumia: Oh, I do say so! And today I made an extra big one so we can eat it
    together!
    Chrom: A pie shared between friends is twice as tasty. Or so my old Nurse Nan
    said. ...Listen, Sumia. I'm...I'm sorry. About bringing you into all this, I
    mean. You deserve better than a battlefield, but right now that's where I need
    you.
    Sumia: Oh, Chrom... It's an honor and privilege to serve you. Besides, serving
    as a soldier isn't all bad. There are lots of things I like about it.
    Chrom: Truly? Like what?
    Sumia: Well, the horses are fun!
    Chrom: You mean the pegasus? Er, Pegasuses? ...Pegasi?
    Sumia: Those too! I just love swooping through the sky--it's so exhilarating.
    But I like looking after them even more. Combing manes, brushing teeth...
    Chrom: You do spend a lot of time in the stables, now that I think about it.
    Sumia: I do hate that they have to fight. When I see them in the thick of
    battle... I know we need them if we're to win this war. It can't be helped.
    But, it makes my heart ache every time I see such a beautiful creature hurt.
    Chrom: I don't know what to say, Sumia. Except to thank you again. Thank you
    for all the sacrifices you're making for my sake. I swear that I will do
    everything in my power to end this war quickly. And I promise to build a peace
    that will endure for generations.
    Sumia: I know you will, Chrom. And I'm going to help you do it!
    
    S Support
    
    Chrom: Sumia?
    Sumia: Oh, hello, Chrom.
    Chrom: I...I was looking for you. Have you been here long?
    Sumia: Actually, I'd just finished baking a pie. I was about to go...look for
    you.
    Chrom: I don't deserve more of your pies, Sumia. You're being too kind to me.
    Sumia: Hee hee! Oh, not at all! I LIKE looking after you!
    Chrom: Not as much as looking after the pegasi, I wager.
    Sumia: No, not as much as... Wait! NO! I MUCH prefer looking after you!
    Chrom: Listen, Sumia. I was looking for you because...I have a favor to ask.
    Sumia: You don't have to ask for favors. I'll do anything your heart
    desires...
    Chrom: Er, see. I was hoping... If you were willing... Maybe you might do me
    the honor... Um...
    Sumia: Do you want more pies? Because I'll bake until my hands fall off!
    Chrom: P-pies? No, er, what I'm trying to say is... I'm thinking of the rest
    of our lives and...
    Sumia: You want pies every day until you die? Well, that's a tall order, but
    if you--
    Chrom: This is not about pies! Just listen!
    Sumia: ...Muh?
    Chrom: S-sorry, Sumia. This isn't how I thought... Oh, I'm ruining this whole
    thing! What I want to ask is...will you grant me the honor of...being my wife?
    Sumia: Chrom?! Are you...proposing?
    Chrom: Yes! You've done so much for me... Your kindness has warmed my heart.
    And somewhere between the fifth and sixth pie I thought to myself... "Chrom,
    you must marry this woman and make her happy for the rest of her life!"
    Sumia: I...I don't know what to say. But in truth, I've felt the same way
    since the very first pie...before that, even. I've known from the start that
    nothing made me happier than...being with you. But, I never dreamed... Not in
    a thousand... I mean, me? Marry royalty?!
    Chrom: You shall be the finest royal bride the realm has ever seen! Er, that
    is...if you consent?
    Sumia: Of COURSE I'll marry you!
    Chrom: No words ever rang as sweet! But now we must make it official. Will you
    wear this for me?
    Sumia: B-but this ring bears the crest of the royal family of Ylisse! Are you
    sure I'm allowed to have such a treasure?
    Chrom: This was crafted to commemorate my birth, and later given to me by my
    father. Since my earliest days I have planned to bestow it to the woman I
    would marry. It is yours now. A symbol of our everlasting love and affection.
    Sumia: Oh, Chrom. I'm...I'm so honored I will treasure it all of my days.
    Chrom: Then our future is sure to be filled with happiness and pies, both!
    Sumia: Oh, yes! We shall have pies morning, noon, and night! ...Er, but would
    you mind terribly if we hired a cook?
    
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    Chrom/Maribelle
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    C Support
    
    Maribelle: Oh! Good day, milord.
    Chrom: Hello, Maribelle. ...And just Chrom is fine, please.
    Maribelle: A-are you here all alone? Goodness, but there's a chill in the air
    today! Would you care for a cup of tea?
    Chrom: Well, I won't say no. ...Thank you. You're very kind.
    Maribelle: Oh, please! For a noblewoman of Ylisse, serving royalty is a high
    honor!
    Chrom: In times of peace, maybe. But this is war. Kings, nobles, and peasants
    alike are all just comrades-in-arms. So please, don't wear yourself out trying
    to look after me.
    Maribelle: Yes, but--
    Chrom: You've been fighting as hard as any of us. You must be exhausted.
    Maribelle: Well... I confess I sometimes find myself wishing for a respite.
    But then I remind myself how much harder it must be for you! Heavy lies the
    crown and all that, yes? So it's my duty to help you however I can!
    Chrom: Your dedication is appreciated, Maribelle. ...A bit extreme, maybe, but
    appreciated. Just promise to look after yourself as well. Will you do that?
    ...For me?
    Maribelle: Your wish is my command, milord. But first let me bring you that
    tea!
    Chrom: I'll take it. Thanks.
    Maribelle: I so very much enjoy our time together... I pray we find
    opportunity to do it again.
    Chrom: I hope so, too.
    
    B Support
    
    Maribelle: Tsk! The pool of suspects grows larger by the moment!
    Chrom: Er, sorry. Who's a suspect now?
    Maribelle: Oh, milord! I didn't see you there! I was just going over my...
    list.
    Chrom: Uh-oh. This can't be good. What list is that?
    Maribelle: I've been keeping track of men who may be getting too close to
    Lissa! My darling is a bewitching vixen, even if she doesn't realize the power
    of her charms. So when these lecherous men get too close, I drive them back
    from the ramparts!
    Chrom: ...You aren't joking, are you. Why on earth would you do such a thing?!
    Maribelle: Isn't it obvious? Lissa is your younger sister, and princess to the
    royal house of Ylisse! It falls upon me, her bosom friend and true companion,
    to save her from scallywags!
    Chrom: ...Scallywags? Er, look, Maribelle. I think my sister can guard her own
    ramparts just fine.
    Maribelle: Ha! Don't be so naive! It seems even great men are blind when it
    comes to matters of the heart!
    Chrom: Hey! I am NOT blind! ...And you're being paranoid! There's no harm in
    Lissa having a few friends among her comrades-in-arms.
    Maribelle: That they are comrades makes them more dangerous! Snakes in the
    den, says I! As such, I've put a strict screening process in place. Any man
    who would speak to Lissa must first be interviewed by me. Many times. AND
    provide supporting documentation, of course!
    Chrom: ...Heh. I guess in a way it's reassuring to know that Lissa has you
    watching over her. Well then, I'll trust you to keep her safe for me.
    Maribelle: Of course, milord! A woman of my position would offer no less!
    
    A Support
    
    Maribelle: Milord! I hope this day finds you well.
    Chrom: As well as can be expected.
    Maribelle: If there is anything I can do to ease your burden, you will let me
    know, won't you?
    Chrom: Of course. Thank you, Maribelle. But you really need to stop exhausting
    yourself on my behalf. I don't deserve it.
    Maribelle: Bite your tongue! Serving you is sheer delight! Why, I'd gladly lay
    down my life for you and Lissa.
    Chrom: Well let's hope it never comes to that. I don't want anyone dying for
    my sake.
    Maribelle: But on such a day, I would be first in line to thrust myself upon
    the enemy's pikes!
    Chrom: That reminds me: I talked to some soldiers who saw you get captured by
    Plegia. They say that, as the Plegian army approached, you went out to meet
    them. That you parleyed with their captain, asking them to withdraw from
    Ylisse. And that the honorless curs responded by taking you hostage. Tell me
    the truth, Maribelle: Did you do this for me and Lissa?
    Maribelle: ...I thought to protect you and Lissa from danger. That was my only
    goal. I know it was wrong of me to take such drastic action without consulting
    you. But you must believe me when I say--
    Chrom: Enough, Maribelle. I believe you. But I need you to promise
    something... You must never take such a rash action again. Do you understand?
    Maribelle: Yes, but--
    Chrom: Just as you care for me and Lissa, so do we care about you. We would
    never forgive ourselves if you came to harm for our sake.
    Maribelle: Y-you...are too kind, milord. I solemnly swear that I will never do
    such a foolish thing again.
    Chrom: It wasn't foolish, Maribelle. It was brave and...noble. But if we don't
    fight as equals in this war, we have no hope of winning it. And if Lissa and I
    were to lose you... It would be a pain we couldn't bear.
    Maribelle: I... Well, I... It won't happen again, milord. I swear it!
    Chrom: We must stand shoulder to shoulder. Divided we fall, but together we
    rise!
    
    S Support
    
    Maribelle: Milord! I've brewed elderberry tea and buttered some crumpets.
    Won't you rest a spell?
    Chrom: Well, since you've gone to all this trouble... Wait. Is this gooseberry
    jam? It was my favorite as a child! How did you know?
    Maribelle: A little bird told me...
    Chrom: A little bird named Lissa, I wager. Heh heh, that girl...
    Maribelle: Oh, how I envy your sister... You have such affection for her...
    And you have spent a lifetime together... How can I ever compare?
    Chrom: Maribelle, what are you talking about? Lissa's my sister. You're my...
    friend.
    Maribelle: Yes, but you are also royalty and... And you're surrounded by all
    these fine and noble women! All the time! Lissa and her friends... The court
    ladies... Oh, you must have such wonderful times! I feel so dreary and plain
    by compare.
    Chrom: Wonderful times?! Hah! Royal court is dull as an anvil. It's my duty to
    attend, but that's all. ...And it's a loathesome duty at that.
    Maribelle: B-but...beautiful admirers hang upon your every word! So how could
    there possibly be room in you life for... What I mean is... How will you ever
    find a place for me in your heart?
    Chrom: Um, I'm sorry, did you just say...
    Maribelle: ...Wait. Did I just say that out loud? ...I said that out loud,
    didn't I? ...Loudly. OH, GODS! Chrom, PLEASE pretend you didn't hear that! I
    don't know what came over me! Curse this blasted battle fatigue! My mind must
    be on the moon! Oh, that the ground might open up and swallow this foolish
    creature!
    Chrom: Maribelle! Get ahold of yourself!
    Maribelle: Er... *ahem* Forgive me, milord. I... I don't know what came over
    me. ...Again.
    Chrom: Listen, are you--
    Maribelle: Would you mind terribly if we start over? I have something
    important to tell you, and it deserves a better beginning.
    Chrom: Well, I think you already told me... Er, but please. Do go on.
    Maribelle: Milord, I am...deeply and madly in love with you! I always have
    been so, even when we were but children! Yet I've never been able to confess
    this shameful secret. You were always surrounded by those fine court ladies,
    and I... Well, I felt so coarse and provincial! I was ashamed, and so kept my
    feelings hidden.
    Chrom: I...see.
    Maribelle: B-but now I just don't care anymore! I had to confess, and I'm glad
    I did! It's like a horrible weight has been lifted from my shoulders!
    Chrom: You really should have told me earlier, Maribelle. Because the truth
    is... I feel the same for you.
    Maribelle: T-truly? Oh, Chrom, don't jest with me! Not about this!
    Chrom: I assure you, I am not jesting. I've loved you since we were young.
    Your poise, your consideration for others...
    Maribelle: M-milord... Are you truly...
    Chrom: Perhaps this will convince you of the sincerity of my feelings.
    Maribelle: Oh, heavens. It's a ring! ...And it bears the crest of House 
    Ylisse! Y-you would have me wear this treasure?
    Chrom: My parents had it crafted to celebrate my birth. I've always kept it
    safe because I knew someday I would give it away. I would give it to the woman
    I wanted for a lifelong companion. ...For a wife. So yes. I want you to have
    it.
    Maribelle: This is a dream come true. I'll never take it off!
    Chrom: I wonder how Lissa is going to take this news?
    Maribelle: Lissa? Oh thunder, she'll be more excited than anyone! "My big
    brother is FINALLY getting married," she'll say!
    Chrom: Ha ha! You know, I think you're right.
    
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    Chrom/Gaius
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    C Support
    
    Chrom: Gaius, do you have a moment?
    Gaius: What's up, Blue?
    Chrom: ...Blue? Er, right. Well, you must have traveled a lot in your old line
    of work, yes?
    Gaius: Sure did! Us thieves tend to outstay our welcome in a hurry.
    Chrom: The reason I ask is that I've had little chance to see the world
    properly. I've journeyed on diplomatic business, but that's pretty much it.
    And frankly, one majestic court looks very much like another. I've often
    wondered what it would be like to roam the world free of royal burdens.
    Gaius: Ha! You royals up in your pointy towers really don't have a clue! You
    think us commoners are free to just spend our days sauntering along! Think we
    pick daisies and gaze at tourist attractions and eat bonbons all day!
    Chrom: Look, that's not what I was implying at all. ...And I think you know
    it.
    Gaius: So what's the problem? Tired of silk pants and the undying adoration of
    the masses?
    Chrom: I try to appreciate my situation, but being a royal can be
    incredibly...stiffling. It's a comfortable prison, true, but a prison
    nonetheless.
    Gaius: Sounds like a serious case of not being able to count your blessings.
    Chrom: It's true--I'm never hungry. I've a hot bath and a warm bed, people
    leap to my aid... Perhaps you're right. What right have I to complain of such
    a life?
    Gaius: Bingo.
    
    B Support
    
    Gaius: Heya, Blue.
    Chrom: You know, I really wish you wouldn't call me... Never mind. What can I
    do for you, Gaius?
    Gaius: You got plans for the evening? After supper, I mean?
    Chrom: I have to inspect the armory and make sure we're ready for the next
    battle.
    Gaius: Boooooor-ing. What about tomorrow?
    Chrom: Tomorrow I meet with the war council to discuss strategy and tactics.
    Gaius: Man! It's all work and no play for our fair leader, isn't it?
    Chrom: ...What exactly did you want, Gaius? If it's important, I'll carve out
    some time.
    Gaius: Oh, it's not so important. ...Or maybe it IS!
    Chrom: Would you please get to the point?
    Gaius: Look, I got to thinking about what you said. You know, about not having
    freedom?
    Chrom: Yes?
    Gaius: Well, I thought I'd give you a taste of what it's like to be footloose
    and fancy-free!
    Chrom: How do you propose to do that? I don't have time for a 'round-the-
    world-tour.
    Gaius: A single evening is all it'll take! ...You just tell me when you're
    ready.
    
    A Support
    
    Gaius: Finished your preparations? Ready to sample life outside the gilded
    age?
    Chrom: Preparations? I wasn't aware that--
    Gaius: Aw, come on! You want to dress up a bit, don't you? ...I mean, I would.
    Chrom: Look, I don't know what you're talking about. Where are we going
    anyway? How am I supposed to prepare when I have no idea what's going on?
    Gaius: Seriously, Blue?! Gods, if you royals aren't the most coddled set of...
    Look, we're going out to have fun. You know about fun, right? So try to wear
    something that doesn't look like it was stolen from a corpse.
    Chrom: Hey, I have a very keen fashion sense, thank you very much!
    Gaius: ...Well, I suppose those clothes'll have to do, then. Come on, Blue.
    Quit your grumblin'. I'll explain on the way.
    Chrom: B-but, wait!
    <Time passes>
    Gaius: Ha ha! So... What'd you think?
    Chrom: It was...interesting.
    Gaius: Yeah, but was if FUN?!
    Chrom: Well, I suppose so. I'd never seen a man juggle flaming hams before...
    And when those acrobats got into a knife fight...that was really something.
    Gaius: I know, you're overwhelmed. It's a lot to take in. Still, we did what
    we set out to do.
    Chrom: And what was that, exactly?
    Gaius: To show you a slice of the real world!
    Chrom: Ah, yes.
    Gaius: So then? Still think you're trapped in a prison made of diamonds and
    baby tears? Today you wanted to experience something new, and that's exactly
    what we did! No one tried to stop you. No one asked for your autograph.
    Nothing stood in the way except your own royal reserve. King or traveling
    minstrel, the world is as narrow or wide as you make it.
    Chrom: You're saying it's not duty that holds me back...but self-pity? Gods...
    I've been such a self-indulgent arse...
    Gaius: Aw, don't be too hard on yourself, Blue. Those silk-clad shoulders
    carry a heavier burden than I'd be willing to bear. Just remember--attitude
    and outlook go a long way toward making your world.
    Chrom: And you took me to that den of iniquity just to teach me that lesson?
    Gaius: Naw. I like going there, but I can't afford it unless some sap foots
    the bill. But you be sure to me know when you want to go again, all right?
    Chrom: ...Maybe later.
    
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    Chrom/Olivia
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    C Support
    
    Chrom: Hey, Olivia. What are you doing here all by yourself?
    Olivia: Oh! Milord! C-Chrom! Sir! Sir Milord! ...Hello! Er, I l-like to come
    here for peace and quiet. ...To relax.
    Chrom: Then I'm intruding. I'll leave you to your--
    Olivia: NO! Er, I mean, it's all right. I don't mind. Really.
    Chrom: Well, if you're sure you don't mind...
    Olivia: ......
    Chrom: ......
    Olivia: ......
    Chrom: ...... Heh, not very talkative, are you? That's all right. I was never
    much one for--
    Olivia: Oh, look at the time! Gotta go!
    Chrom: Er, Olivia?
    <Olivia leaves>
    Chrom: ...Gods, I'm supposed to be leader of Ylisse and commander of the army.
    If I can't talk to my soldiers properly, how am I going to rule my subjects?
    Or inspire people? Or forge alliances with other nations? But every time I try
    to talk to Olivia, it ends in this awkward silence... Well, no more. I'll find
    a way to break through if it kills me!
    
    B Support
    
    Chrom: Ah, there's Olivia now... ...Right! Today I shall be charming and
    witty, and we will talk of this and that. I'll make her forget her painful
    shyness as we quickly become fast friends. Maybe a joke would lighten things
    up. Friendly ribbing always puts me at ease...
    <Chrom approaches Olivia>
    Chrom: Ha ha! Why, if it isn't Olivia! Ha ha! Here by yourself again?
    Olivia: EEK! Oh, milord! I mean, Chrom! Sir! I was just...practicing my
    dancing. ...Since I'm useless at fighting. I mean, it's what I do, you know?
    Dancing, that is. Not fighting. ...Yes. Well. Anyway.
    Chrom: Ha ha! Oh, Olivia, what a wit you are! But you mustn't sell yourself
    short. If you were a poor dancer, I'd just kick you out of the Shepherds!
    Olivia: Wait, what?! Oh my gosh, I'm so... I mean, I'll do my best! Please...
    I don't...
    Chrom: N-no! That was a joke! Just...joking! Ha ha! Ha ha ha! ...Ha? See, if
    you were ACTUALLY bad, I wouldn't joke about it. ...Right? Look, Olivia, we
    all think you're an excellent dancer. Honest. So please--there's no need to be
    so self-effacing all the time. All right?
    Olivia: Y-you are very kind. But I'm so clumsy, and there's still much that I
    have to learn.
    Chrom: You're doing it again.
    Olivia: Oh! *gulp* S-sorry! I forgot--
    Chrom: I do think it's great that you want to better yourself, though. I could
    take a page or two from your book when it comes to practicing swordplay!
    Olivia: Oh, Chrom! Please! You're embarrassing me!
    Chrom: But, I didn't mean to...
    Olivia: Um...
    Chrom: Er, Olivia? Is something wrong? You're...staring at me...
    Olivia: I am?! Ah, SORRY! I mean... Um... I think I left the campfire burning!
    Gotta go!
    Chrom: No, wait! Olivia!
    <Olivia leaves>
    Chrom: ...That girl is a puzzle. Still, we actually exchanged a few words
    today. I suppose that's progress.
    
    A Support
    
    Chrom: Oh, hello, Olivia.
    Olivia: Eeek! Chrom!
    Chrom: Practicing again?
    Olivia: I was just finishing, actually.
    Chrom: Oh? I was hoping that you might show me what you've been working on.
    Olivia: Y-you mean dance...in front of you? Ah ha ha! Hee hee! Hoooooo...
    N-no. I couldn't possibly.
    Chrom: But on the battlefield, you never hesitate to dance when called upon.
    Olivia: Yes, but...well, that's...different. The setting... The atmosphere...
    There's no time to think about it, or worry about it... I just...do it.
    Chrom: It amazes me that someone so shy could be such an amazing performer.
    Your dances are really quite wonderful. I don't know how you can't see it.
    Olivia: Lord Basilio told me much the same thing. ...Albeit with different
    words. Something about charming the butt off a butterfly, I think?
    Chrom: Ha! That sounds like Basilio, all right. You and he go back a long way,
    right? How did you first meet?
    Olivia: ...I owe him my honor and my freedom. Once, when I was with a
    traveling theater group, I caught the eye of a corrupt noble. He would have
    stolen me and forced me into marriage if not for Khan Basilio.
    Chrom: Hah, and here I thought Basilio more likely to carry you off himself!
    Olivia: Oh no, you have Basilio all wrong... He's not like that. Not really.
    He told me a khan doesn't need such tricks to find himself a partner.
    ...Actually he was much cruder about it, but you get the idea.
    Chrom: Let me guess: it was something about his "big brown arse"?
    Olivia: Hee hee! I guess you DO know Basilio pretty well after all!
    Chrom: Hey, look at that!
    Olivia: What?! D-did I say something wrong? I did, didn't I?!
    Chrom: No, I just... I don't think I'd ever heard you laugh before. At least
    not in a nervous way.
    Olivia: Oh, geez. Did I really laugh?
    Chrom: Yes. ...It was actually quite lovely.
    Olivia; Oh, Chrom, you mustn't say that! Gods, I wish the ground would swallow
    me up right now!
    Chrom: Well, I'm sorry if I embarrassed you. But I enjoyed seeing you today. I
    feel like we're finally really getting to know each other... I look forward to
    our next conversation.
    Olivia: Oh, yes! Absolutely! Me, too!
    <Chrom leaves>
    Olivia: I can't believe Chrom and I can actually talk to each other like
    normal people! Gosh, I was SO terrified of him at first. But he's actually
    quite charming once you get to know him...
    
    S Support
    
    Olivia: Hello, Chrom!
    Chrom: Well, Olivia, this is a pleasant surprise. Usually I have to track you
    down.
    Olivia: Well, you always make a point of talking to me, right? I thought it
    was time I repaid the favor.
    Chrom: Ha! Well, I'm honored. I remember the days when you couldn't say more
    than two words at a time.
    Olivia: I know! The old me wouldn't dream of just coming up to you and saying
    hello. In fact, sometimes, when I'd see you coming, I'd run and hide in a
    barrel!
    Chrom: ...In a barrel? Er, yes. Well in any such case, it seems that I'm very
    much in Basilio's debt. If not for him, we'd never have had the chance to
    become friends.
    Olivia: Oh, don't even say that!
    Chrom: To think I might have lived my whole life without knowing you...
    Olivia: I know, I... I feel the same way. You even helped me be less shy
    around other people! 'Cause if I can talk to you, I can talk to ANYONE!
    Chrom: ...Am I so terrifying?
    Olivia: Oh, no! No, it's not like that! You're an important person, you know?
    A prince and our leader and all that? It's not like folks just walk up to you
    and start blabbing away.
    Chrom: Hmm... I see your point.
    Olivia: But it's all right, because I'm not scared of you at all anymore. Hee
    hee hee!
    Chrom: I do so love that laugh.
    Olivia: And I love seeing you relax instead of reading war books or whatever
    you do!
    Chrom: Well then, perhaps you would like to see more of me.
    Olivia: Oh... Yeah, sure! Why not?
    Chrom: Then perhaps you'd like to see me...all the time?
    Olivia: Well... I would have to eat and sleep at some point, but...
    Chrom: ...But perhaps we can do that together as well, if... ...If we were
    married.
    Olivia; Oh my gosh, WHAAAAAT?!
    Chrom: Will you do me the honor, Olivia? Will you marry me?
    Olivia: Hmm, let's see... Will I marry this smart, funny prince who's also
    super handsome? YES! Of course I will! Yes!
    Chrom: Well now you're making ME blush... Here, then. I've been carrying this
    around and waiting for the right moment. Please take it as proof of my love
    for you.
    Olivia: ...C-Chrom, this ring bears the crest of the royal house of Ylisse!
    This is priceless! I can't take it!
    Chrom: My parents had it made on the occasion of my birth. They told me to
    give it to the woman that I would spend my life with. I'm only doing what it
    was designed for in the first place.
    Olivia: Th-thank you, Chrom. I shall wear it proudly for the rest of my days.
    Chrom: I've been waiting for this moment my whole life, Olivia. Today I'm the
    happiest man in all the realm!
    
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    Chrom/Lucina
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    C Support
    
    Lucina: Might I ask a lesson, Father? I would love to learn the sword from
    you. 
    Chrom: You're a master in your own right already. What could I possibly teach
    you? You're likely better served training alone where you can hone you own
    style.
    Lucina: But I was hoping that you might... That we could...
    Chrom: Hmm?
    Lucina: ...I'm sorry. If it's a bother, I won't insist.
    Chrom: I never said it was a bother. I just meant that with your level of
    skill, you'd be...
    Lucina: ......
    Chrom: ...Heh. Fine. Go fetch a pair of practice blades.
    Lucina: Wonderful! I just so happen to have two right here...
    Chrom: Well, someone's certainly prepared. Very well, let's begin.
    Lucina: Yes, sir!
    <Time passes>
    Chrom: Hnngh!
    Lucina: Yaaah!
    <Clang>
    Chrom: Ngh...
    Lucina: ...Urgh!
    Chrom: ...Impressive as ever. I was certain I dodged that one, but you nicked
    my shoulder.
    Lucina: Still, you had me soundly beat. Had you not held back on that blow to
    my chest, I'd have a few shattered ribs. I was right to think you still have
    much to teach me. We'll have to make these lessons a habit.
    Chrom: Wait, you didn't just... Did you throw that match just so we'd continue
    doing this?
    Lucina: Why, Father... I would never!
    Chrom: ...Devious. I see I'll have to keep a closer eye on you, heh.
    
    B Support
    
    Chrom: All right. That should do it for today's training. Let's stop here.
    Lucina: Thank you, Father.
    Chrom: It still feels so strange to hear you call me that...
    Lucina: You don't like it?
    Chrom: No, no. It's not that I dislike it. It's just...different, is all. I'm
    still wrestling with the reality that I have a child, and that that child is
    you.
    Lucina: I see.
    Chrom: Oh, but don't tell your mother. You know how she can be.
    Lucina: Ha! It always seemed to me like you told her everything... In the
    future, I mean... You two were always so close.
    Chrom: Oh, come now. You make us sound like a pair of fawning lovebirds. I'm
    sure we would never embarrass ourselves, especially at court...
    Lucina: So you say, but your blushing face seems a little less certain!
    ...Heh. It feels good to share a secret. It's been too long. You were always
    sharing little tidbits with me in the future.
    Chrom: Was the future me really so furtive? I don't think of myself as a man
    of secrets.
    Lucina: Oh, they were just silly little things. Still, it gave me a thrill to
    hear them.
    Chrom: So the future me wasn't so much furtive, but more of a hopelessly
    doting father?
    Lucina: Well, there was one thing you never did tell me.
    Chrom: Oh?
    Lucina: ...How you and mother first met.
    Chrom: That's...not the sort of story a daughter needs to hear.
    Lucina: It's certainly one this daughter would LIKE to hear! Why don't we make
    a little wager? If I manage to defeat you, you'll tell me.
    Chrom: ...I'm not so sure that's...
    Lucina: That certain you'll lose, he?
    Chrom: Hmph! ...Very well. I accept.
    Lucina: Then get ready, Father, because I'm serious about hearing this story!
    Chrom: And I'm serious about not telling it--so likewise!
    
    A Support
    
    Lucina: I'm ready for today's training, Father.
    Chrom: Before we begin, I have a question.
    Lucina: Oh?
    Chrom: It's something I'd been meaning to ask for some time now. Once this war
    is over, will you be able to return to your own world?
    Lucina: ...I don't know. Even if it were possible to cross the bounds of time
    again, my world itself may be lost. Naga said as much before we left.
    Chrom: I see.
    Lucina: But don't worry, Father. Once peace is returned, I'll leave you to
    your life.
    Chrom: What? Why?
    Lucina: I understand I don't belong in this time. I'll not have myself become
    a burden.
    Chrom: Lucina! I never want to hear you say such a thing again!
    Lucina: Father?
    Chrom: I've told you before, you are no burden. You could never be a burden!
    Lucina: But...
    Chrom: I fear I'm not very adept at putting these sorts of things into
    words... But it's clear you need to hear something, so listen well.
    Lucina: ...All right. I'm listening.
    Chrom: Lucina...I am so very grateful for you. Grateful that you were born... 
    That you grew into such a fine and noble woman... Grateful you withstood
    terrible hardship and risked all you knew to come here... I haven't the words
    to express how much it all means to me. None, save "thank you."
    Lucina: Father...
    Chrom: You're my daughter and my friend. You will always have a place at my
    side.
    Lucina: Father, I... Th-thank... Oh, Father! *sob*
    Chrom: Shhh, it's all right, Lucina. There, there, it's all right now. Daddy's
    here for you...
    
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    Lissa                                                                    [LIS]
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    Lissa/Robin(M)
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    Please see Robin(M)/Lissa.
    
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    Lissa/Robin(F)
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    Please see Robin(F)/Lissa.
    
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    Chrom/Lissa
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    Please see Chrom/Lissa.
    
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    Lissa/Frederick
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    C Support
    
    Lissa: Huh. That's odd. I could have sworn he was over here some-- Ah ha!
    There you are, Frederick! ...Geez, why the grumpy face?
    Frederick: I fear this is the only face I have, milady. Was there something
    you needed?
    Lissa: What are you doing back here?
    Frederick: Inspecting the contents of our armory for worn or damaged
    equipment.
    Lissa: Oooo! I'll help!
    Frederick: I cannot allow that. You could cut yourself, or accidentally--
    Lissa: Do you think I'm an idiot?! Honestly, Frederick.
    Frederick: I think you are a princess whom I am duty-bound to keep safe.
    Lissa: Yeah, yeah, booooooring...
    Frederick: Was there something you needed from me?
    Lissa: Oh, no. I mean, yes, but... I wanted to ask you a favor.
    Frederick: How may I serve you?
    Lissa: I want you to train me like you do the others. I'm tired of struggling
    to keep up with everyone. I wanna hold my own!
    Frederick: A fine idea--it would be my pleasure to assist you in your
    training. Though I must warn you, I am not a gentle teacher. Be certain you
    want this.
    Lissa: Oh, I am!
    
    B Support
    
    Frederick: Come, milady. It's time for your lessons. And don't bother trying
    to run away this time. I'll fetch my horse if need be.
    Lissa: Guh... Me and my big mouth. Frederick, pleeeeease! My whole body's one
    big bruise after yesterday.
    Frederick: A clear indication you need to train more. You're badly out of
    shape. Now come. You'll never get stronger by making excuses.
    Lissa: I won't get any stronger if I die from training too hard, either! I
    need a break, Frederick. Do you know what a break is?
    Frederick: I'm familiar with the concept, yes. But it's not something I engage
    in personally.
    Lissa: How is that possible? People need to let off steam or they explode.
    It's very messy.
    Frederick: I exist to serve and protect you and Chrom. That is my role as a
    knight. The oath I took did not include stipulations for time off.
    Lissa: You know what? I think you just don't know HOW to relax.
    Frederick: ......
    Lissa: Wait! I thought I was joking... Was I right?! You don't know how to
    relax?!
    Frederick: ...Enough talk. Adopt your stance. We'll practice dodging arrows.
    Lissa: More like dodging questions.
    Frederick: ......
    Lissa: All right, fine. I can see this is going to take some doing. So how
    about this: in exchange for making me stronger, I'll train you in the art of
    slacking off. You should feel honored. I'm the best slacker in all of Ylisse!
    Frederick: Milady, we really don't have time for--
    Lissa: If we don't make the time to waste, you'll never learn to waste time!
    Frederick: Wasting time learning how to better waste time seems a frightful
    waste of time indeed.
    Lissa: Exactly! So let's get started.
    Frederick: Perhaps this time I should be the one running away...
    
    A Support
    
    Lissa: Come, Frederick. It's time for your lessons. And don't bother trying to
    hide this time. You're terrible at it, you know.
    Frederick: ......
    Lissa: Ah, there you are. Come on, didn't we have fun last time?!
    Frederick: Doing what? Wandering about camp, bothering the others for no
    cause? Or do you mean when we laid in a field, aimlessly staring at could for
    hours?
    Lissa: Both! It was amazing, right? Rejuvenating? Life changing?
    Frederick: It was exhausting! In all my years of training and combat, I've
    never felt so tired!
    Lissa: A clear indication you need to relax more! You're too in shape,
    Frederick.
    Frederick: ......
    Lissa: ...Did you seriously not enjoy ANY of it?
    Frederick: Well...I can't say it was...entirely unenjoyable... The time we
    spent exploring was a new and valuable experience.
    Lissa: Oh, goody! I'm so happy to hear that.
    Frederick: If you are happy, then I am happy, milady.
    Lissa: Well then, let's get started! Those clouds aren't going to watch
    themselves!
    Frederick: But we lazed about yesterday. I propose an alternating schedule.
    Even-numbered days, we train. Odd-numbered days, we... *ahem* Relax.
    Lissa: Awww...
    
    S Support
    
    Lissa: Hello, Frederick, I... Huh? Tee hee... What was that you just
    frantically put away? Are you...hiding something from me, Frederick? Tee hee
    hee...
    Frederick: Me? I, er, no. Of course not, milady! Not I. ...Now, how may I help
    you?
    Lissa: By showing me what you're hiding. Honestly, you're a terrible liar.
    It's that ring you "secretly" picked up last time we were goofing off in town,
    huh?
    Frederick: ...Not so secretly, I see.
    Lissa: Hee hee. Did you really think you could keep secrets from ME, after all
    these years?
    Frederick: Then I suppose you know my intention in buying it... And that it's
    meant for you?
    Lissa: ...... Well, I was PRETTY sure, but it's never certain till it's
    certain, you know?
    Frederick: ...Then I suppose it was a waste of time drafting twelve different
    ways of telling you. You always did know me so well.
    Lissa: It seems like I trained you well, too! I'm so proud of you for wasting
    so much time! And of course I know you well, Frederick. How could I not? You
    were my first crush.
    Frederick: Milady, I... I did not know.
    Lissa: I know you didn't, even though I mad it SO obvious, SO many times!
    Honestly, you can be hopelessly dense sometimes. But I guess it worked out in
    the end, because I got my dream, tee hee.
    Frederick: And what dream was that?
    Lissa: To marry my first love, obviously! It's kinda every girl's dream.
    Frederick: I'm afraid I wouldn't know...
    Lissa: But you must have a dream of your own, right? What's your dream,
    Frederick?
    Frederick: To serve you, to protect you, and to make you happy, for as long as
    we both shall live.
    Lissa: Hah, well, all right. I think I can let you do that. Twist my arm!
    Frederick: Heh. Thank you, milady.
    Lissa: Okay, you're going to HAVE to start calling me Lissa!
    Frederick: V-very well...Lissa. Thank you.
    
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    Lissa/Virion
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    C Support
    
    Virion: There, all set. Now fly straight and true, my love.
    Lissa: Virion?
    Virion: Oh, horrors! I fear you've caught me in the act.
    Lissa: In the act of...what, exactly? Groping pigeons?
    Virion: Ha ha ha! Oh, my dear lady, no! ...Well, not today, at any rate.
    Lissa: So then, what?
    Virion: I have commended a letter to this bird's fair wing.
    Lissa: Oh, it's a carrier pigeon! But wait, why would you care if I saw that?
    Virion: Well, I'm something of a guest here, being foreign as I am. Protocol
    demands leave from a commander before carrying on any correspondence.
    Lissa: You mean Chrom? I seriously doubt he'd mind you sending a few letters.
    Virion: Oh, I'm sure you're right. But not everyone shares your brother's
    broad-mindedness. There are some around the camp who still don't fully trust
    me.
    Lissa: So why not get Chrom's permission? If you're open about it, no one will
    have cause for suspicion. ...Er, right? Here, I'll just go ask him myself!
    <Lissa leaves>
    Virion: Lissa, wait! I don't... You shouldn't... Oh, dear. This won't end
    well.
    
    B Support
    
    Lissa: Hey, Virion. I talked to Chrom; you're clear to send as many pigeons as
    you want.
    Virion: ...With nary a question about the content of my letters? Fascinating.
    I commend Chrom's openness, but naivete is a troubling trait in a general.
    Lissa: Pfft! He's not naive, silly. I just invented a little backstory for
    you. I told Chrom you're writing letters to your dear old ma and pa back home.
    Virion: Aristocrats have neither "mas" nor "pas," milady! Such vulgar terms...
    But tell me--suppose I were actually a spy exposing secrets to the enemy? What
    would be made of your groundless stories then?
    Lissa: Um, wait. Are you confessing to me? Because you don't seem like a spy.
    Virion: Ha ha ha! Oh, this is truly too much. You and Chrom both, you're...
    Lissa: What? Why are you laughing.
    Virion: Apologies, dear girl. You incandescent innocence simply caught me off
    guard.
    Lissa: Watch it, fancy pants! It's "milady," not "girl." I won't stand here
    and be mocked!
    Virion: Perish the thought, milady! I have only the deepest admiration for
    you. I'm envious, in fact. Men of my elevated station must suspect all who
    surround them. You and your brother are blessed to live free of such petty
    intrigues.
    Lissa: You DO realize that as a princess I outrank you twenty times over.
    ...Right?
    Virion: Oh, well...yes... *ahem* I suppose you would, wouldn't you? But then
    royalty has its own kind of shield from many of life's harsher realities. A
    fact lesser nobles such as myself know only too well! Caught between the
    huddled masses below and the royal houses above... O onerous fate! Can one of
    my standing ever know rest?!
    Lissa: ...Nope. I still don't see how you have it harder than my brother.
    Virion: Er... Yes, well it's a...nuanced thing. A casual observer might agree
    that leading an army is the greater burden. But to the trained eye, it's
    really quite clear that... You see, um...
    Lissa: You have no idea what you're talking about, do you?
    Virion: NO! I DON'T! OKAY?! Are you pleased to hear it?! I... *ahem* My
    apologies. What were we talking about?
    Lissa: Your stupid carrier pigeons! Gods, even if you were a spy, it wouldn't
    matter. Your explanations would more likely confuse the enemy than help them!
    Anyway, you still haven't told me--what are your dumb letters about, anyway?
    Virion: I'm afraid that's privileged information, my dear lady.
    Lissa: What?! But after I... Ngaaah!
    Virion: Ha ha! Ladies prefer a man with a bit of mystery, my dear Lissa.
    Though our exchange has been most valuable in its own right...
    Lissa: What, you're happy you got to hide something from me?
    Virion: No, I learned you trust me! A lady's faith is among the sweetest gifts
    she can bestow. This has all been ever so enlightening, my dear. You have my
    thanks.
    Lissa: Bah, I still think you're full of it!
    
    A Support
    
    Virion: Hmm, it should have returned by now...
    Lissa: Waiting for one of your carrier pigeons, Virion?
    Virion: D-don't be silly, milady! Just enjoying a bit of refined reflection as
    I bask in the westering sun's ruby light...
    Lissa: Oh, sooo I guess you won't be needing this then?
    Virion: My pigeon!
    Lissa: It flew in through my window. I think the thunderstorm must have
    frightened the poor thing. Or maybe it just likes me. But since you don't need
    it, maybe I'll just keep--
    Virion: Wait! I...suppose if it's afraid, the humane thing is to restore it to
    a familiar setting... Perhaps I should take it back. For its sake. Now give
    Virion the bird like a good lady.
    Lissa: Geez, you're WELCOME!
    Virion: There! The creature seems calmer already. ...But what's this? A reply
    tied to its leg?
    Lissa: What does it say?
    Virion: Mmm, as if you don't already know?
    Lissa: What's THAT supposed to mean?
    Virion: The bird flew in through your window, my dear. Would you really have
    me believe you didn't so much as peek at this missive?
    Lissa: I didn't! It's the truth.
    Virion: Are you daft, girl?! Why ever not?! You'll never hope for a better
    chance to learn the contents of my correspondence! Why, if I were hatching a
    plot...
    Lissa: You're not hatching anything, birdbrain!
    Virion: But..how can you be so sure?
    Lissa: Because I am! Because you're Virion and...I trust you. If I'm going to
    hear about these secret letters, I want it to be from you. I'm not about to
    violate your privacy to satisfy my idle curiosity.
    Virion: How...utterly bizarre. Alluring, yes, but bizarre.
    Lissa: What's bizarre?!
    Virion: Your trust. As I said before, a lady's faith is a heady thing. Oft too
    strong a brew for me in times past... But I fear I'm starting to acquire a
    taste for it.
    Lissa: Care to boil that down for me, fancy pants?
    Virion: Someday, this new taste may blossom into a full-blownn addiction...
    And on that day, I shall tell you all about my letters.
    Lissa: ...SOMEDAY?! Well, if you're going to be such a CHICKEN, I'll just
    leave you to your PIGEON pal there! When you're ready to talk, you know where
    to find me. Hmph!
    
    S Support
    
    Lissa: I heard you were looking for me, Virion?
    Virion: Ah, there you are, my dear. Yes, there's something I was hoping to
    discuss. It shouldn't be long now. Just one... Ah ha! Perfect.
    Lissa: Oh, it's your carrier pigeon! ...Is it carrying a flower?
    Virion: Indeed! A common enough specimen where I come from.
    Lissa: It's beautiful. I don't think I've ever seen a blossom quite like it.
    Virion: Now, we just take the stem...and wind it back around through the
    leaves...
    Lissa: Oh! You made it into a ring!
    Virion: Just so. In the language of flowers, this particular blossom means
    "eternal love." It's frequently given out at weddings in my country.
    Lissa: Eternal love... How wonderful.
    Virion: It's...for you, milady.
    Lissa: Aw, really?
    Virion: Of course. ...And this as well.
    Lissa: But wait, that's... This is... Virion, this is a real ring.
    Virion: A humble gift for the woman whose trust has become my fondest
    addiction.
    Lissa: Are you asking to...marry me?
    Virion: If you would stoop so low to have me. Though naturally, if you object,
    I--
    Lissa: No! Of course I don't object. It's just...
    Virion: Just...what?
    Lissa: What were all those damned letters about?!
    Virion: Oh, yes. ...That.
    Lissa: You said if a day like this ever came, you would tell me.
    Virion: So I did. Very well--here. Read one for yourself.
    Lissa: "My sweet Virion: I was overjoyed at your last letter. I hope the
    flower arrives intact! Your father and I are eager to meet her as soon as
    circumstances allow." Wait, this IS from your parents! So the story I told
    Chrom was...
    Virion: Actually the truth, yes.
    Lissa: You big jerk! You lectured me about spies and lying and...and...and
    everything!
    Virion: I lectured you for telling groundless stories, my dear. A subtle but
    important difference. I never said your groundless story wasn't accurate.
    Lissa: Unbelievable! ...But wait. I still don't understand. Why all the
    secrecy?
    Virion: Because it's...well, embarrassing. A proud aristocrat, staking his
    life in a just and noble war, writing home to Mother?
    Lissa: I think it's gallant! What greater reason to fight is there than love
    of family? In fact, when I told the story to Chrom, I thought how nice it'd be
    if it WAS true... Besides...I accept you, Virion, just the way you are. And,
    yes. I accept your proposal, too.
    Virion: You'll wear the ring?
    Lissa: Proudly. As a symbol of my trust in you, Virion. ...And our love.
    
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    Lissa/Vaike
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    C Support
    
    Vaike: Ogre's teeth! Where in blue blazes has Chrom gone to?! ...Say, Lissa!
    You ain't seen that brother of yours skulkin' around, have ya?
    Lissa: If I had, I wouldn't tell YOU.
    Vaike: Oh, come on! It's nothin' serious! Why ya gotta take his side all the
    time?
    Lissa: Because he's my brother and I know you just want to hit him with
    something! Gods, you're like children, the both of you.
    Vaike: I could try explainin' it, but ya wouldn't understand. It's a warrior
    thing.
    Lissa: More like an idiot thing. You know, there ARE other ways to
    communicate! Besides bopping each other on the head with blunt axes, I mean.
    Vaike: Look, Lissa. The Vaike doesn't hate your bro. Heck, I like him! Most of
    the time... But we've gotta fight! Fate made us rivals, and who are we to deny
    fate?
    Lissa: Oh now, that is just absurd. So why, exactly, are you "rivals"?
    Vaike: Huh? Well, you know. ...Stuff.
    Lissa: No, I don't know! I think you have a grudge against Chrom, and that's
    all there is to it!
    Vaike: A grudge? No way! I RESPECT the man! He's the greatest warrior in the
    realm! But if ya wanna be the very best, ya gotta beat the very best...
    Lissa: Ah-ha!
    Vaike: ...B-but don't go tellin' him I said that! If he knew I was praisin'
    him, I'd never hear the end of it every time we squared off!
    Lissa: Tee hee, don't worry, Teach. I'll keep your little secret.
    
    B Support
    
    Lissa: Vaike? I asked Chrom about you, and do you know what he said? He said
    you're a great warrior and he's learning a lot from your duels.
    Vaike: Bah! He's just trying to soften up ol' Teach.
    Lissa: Er, but didn't you say pretty much the same thing about him the other
    day?
    Vaike: Keep your voice down! I told ya, that's between you and me.
    Lissa: Riiiight. How silly of me.
    Vaike: Did ya know that Chrom once put on a disguise and came to my little
    town? Never let on 'bout who he was, even when my ax took a...dislikin' to
    him. I used to think royals were nothin' but puffed-up blowhards. Stick a pin
    in their silk-covered hides and whoosh! ...All the air runs out of 'em. But
    that brother of yours... He changed my mind.
    Lissa: People are always reminding Chrom he's royalty. ...He tends to forget.
    Vaike: I've dealt with a lot of fool ignorance since I joined the Shepherds.
    People are always askin' who I think I am, a commoner lording it up with
    princes. I've had it from lowborn and highborn alike. ...But never Chrom. It's
    like he doesn't care where I'm from, so long as I handle myself in a fight.
    Lissa: Vaike, behind all the bluster, I think you may love Chrom more than any
    of us.
    Vaike: Hey, don't go puttin' words in my mouth! And not a word of this to 
    Chrom, either! ...'Specially that lovey-dovey part.
    Lissa: My, so many secrets we're sharing these days, tee hee...
    Vaike: One of these days, the Vaike needs to learn to keep his big yap shut.
    Lissa: Oh, don't be silly. I'm actually tickled you trust me. Just promise
    you'll try to get along with my brother, all right?
    Vaike: All right. ...But AFTER I beat him!
    
    A Support
    
    Lissa: *Slurp chomp* So then Chrom, he... *chomp, chomp* *snort* So he said...
    Vaike: Look, either you should eat or you should talk. ...Actually, just eat,
    would you?
    Lissa: Okay, I'll... *chomp, chomp* *slurp*
    Vaike: You really think that brother of yours is the bee's knees, don't you?
    Lissa: *Schnorf slurp* Look who's talking! *Crunch* *chomp*
    Vaike: Cripes, why did I ever buy you that blasted mince pie in the first
    place...
    Lissa: Blackmail, remember? You know I'm terrible at keeping secrets when I'm
    hungry.
    Vaike: This is a fool bit of business, and no denyin'... Still, the more I
    hear your stories about Chrom, the more I admire him.
    Lissa: I'm SO proud of him... He's done so much for our people...and for me. I
    feel like anything I've accomplished I owe to him in one way or another.
    Vaike: Aw, what are you talkin' about! You expect ol' Teach to believe that?
    Lissa: Oh, don't mind me. I'm just blabbering.
    Vaike: Way I see it, you got lots to be proud of. I mean 'sides your brother.
    Lissa: Do you really think so?
    Vaike: As sure as my name is Vaike the Mighty! Ya never back down from a
    challenge, and you're not all snooty like most royal folk. You're nice, and
    kind, and as beautiful as a goddess! Gods strike me down if it ain't the
    truth! You got plenty to be proud of!
    Lissa: Vaike, that's... Well, thank you. Even if it was a total exaggeration.
    Vaike: No japin'! You're all that and more! There's just so much good in ya.
    Lissa: Goodness... W-well, I suppose I could say the same of you, couldn't I?
    All that talk about fighting my brother? About being rivals? I know it's all
    just bluster. You don't want anyone to know what a kind, considerate, and
    wonderful man you are!
    Vaike: Aw, shucks... You're gonna make the Vaike blush...
    
    S Support
    
    Vaike: Hey, Lissa? Ya seen Chrom around?
    Lissa: You're not looking to duel him again, are you? Because I thought we--
    Vaike: No, no! Not that! It's just... Well, it kinda concerns you, actually.
    Lissa: Oh?
    Vaike: See, I been thinkin' and... Well, I was wondering if... Aw,
    horsefeathers. I'm no good at this! So what I'm tryin' to say is... Would ya
    do me the honor of wearin' this?
    Lissa: ...Is that...is that an engagement ring?!
    Vaike: I had the town armorer craft it special. I know it ain't much,
    'specially for a royal... But I ain't a rich man, and so this was really all I
    could--
    Lissa: You know that if we wed, Chrom will be your brother in name, yes? That
    means no more talk of duels and rivals. Got it?
    Vaike: Aw, nuts to that! I love ya, Lissa! I love ya so much it hurts! But
    Chrom and me are rivals, and it'll take more that a weddin' to change it!
    Lissa: TRULY?! Gods, you are simply the most stubbor, willful...brave, and
    strong, and charming man I have ever known. Yes, Vaike. Yes! I accept!
    Vaike: Aw, Lissa, you've made the Vaike's day! Week! Year! Lifetime!
    Lissa: We should go tell my brother the good news. I'm sure he'll be
    surprised!
    Vaike: That's why I was lookin' for him. ...Figured I should get his blessin'.
    Lissa: Well, then. Shall we look together?
    Vaike: Yeah, together! After you, Mrs. the Vaike!
    
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    Lissa/Stahl
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    C Support
    
    Stahl: Ah, that's MUCH better!
    Lissa: Well, there's nothing a good healing staff can't fix!
    Stahl: I'm sorry to have you use it for a simple stomachache. I thought I had
    more tonic in my bag, but every flask was empty.
    Lissa: That's because you're always giving it to other people! By the way,
    what caused your tummy rumble in the first place?
    Stahl: Stress! Lots and lots of stress! ...I'm searching for a special item,
    you see. And every time we arrive in town, I think, "This is it! It must be
    here!" But I always end up disappointed.
    Lissa: Oooo! Sounds spicy! So what's the secret item, huh? Tell me, tell me!
    Stahl: Wing scales from a rare giant butterfly. My brother wants them for a
    concoction. They're impossible to find in Ylisse, so he hoped I could buy some
    on our journey. I go to the market in every town we visit, but not a single
    merchant has had them.
    Lissa: Aw, I see... Not quite as exciting as I was expecting... And I can't
    believe your dumb brother gave you errands in the middle of a war!
    Stahl: I admit, his timing could have been better.
    Lissa: You risk your life every day! You can't waste energy chasing butterfly
    whatevers!
    Stahl: Heh, well, he IS my brother. How could I say no?
    Lissa: *Sigh* You're far too nice to people, Stahl. You let them push you
    around. Oh, fine. I guess I'll try to help. What's the name of this stupid
    butterfly?
    Stahl: Oh, gracious, no! I couldn't possibly involve you in this fool's
    errand!
    Lissa: It's not for you! I just don't want to waste any more cures on your
    silly stomach! The sooner you find the scales, the sooner I can worry about
    REAL problems!
    Stahl: Well, if you really want to help...
    Lissa: You just stand there smiling. Lissa is on the case!
    
    B Support
    
    Stahl: The butterfly scales! At last! Oh, many thanks for your help, Lissa!
    Lissa: Hey, no sweat. I had a little shopping errand of my own to do anyway.
    My brother wanted me to buy a perfume for someone, but he wouldn't tell me
    who. He just said to buy something I liked, which isn't really much of a clue.
    He's so dense sometimes! I mean, what if his special lady friend has different
    tastes?!
    Stahl: I don't suppose it matters so much, does it? It's the thought that
    counts after all. Besides, it's hard for a man to buy perfume on his own. I
    know from experience!
    Lissa: There you go again, giving people the benefit of the doubt. Don't you
    think it's super annoying how both our brothers treat us like servants? I
    mean, here we both are running from market to market buying stuff for 'em!
    Stahl: Heh! You have a point.
    Lissa: Of course I do! ...And I don't mind so much, but it's super unfair for
    you. You're always helping other people, and you never get anything in return.
    Stahl: Oh, but I do! I enjoy helping people and making things a little easier
    for them. As long as someone actually acknowledges my efforts now and then,
    that's enough.
    Lissa: Aw, you are SUCH a sweetie! In that case, I'll watch you like a hawk
    and make sure no good deed goes unseen!
    Stahl: Well in THAT case, I'll have to be sure I give you something to see!
    
    A Support
    
    Stahl: ......
    Lissa: What are you reading, Stahl?
    Stahl: A letter from my brother. He's thanking me for the butterfly scales I
    sent.
    Lissa: Ye gods, what dreadful penmanship! It's nothing at all like yours.
    Stahl: Heh. My brother is a rugged, no-nonsense sort. He doesn't care much for
    calligraphy. But look here! He sent along more of his secret stomach tonic.
    This new recipe uses the butterfly scales. It's twice as effective as before!
    Lissa: So the errand he sent you on was actually for your benefit?
    Stahl: Apparently so! It's a good reminder--brothers don't always say and do
    the right thing... But in the end, or when it matters, they always have our
    interests in mind.
    Lissa: Pffft! Not MY brother! I doubt he ever thinks of me at all! Unless it's
    to tell me that I'm childish and I should learn to grow up or whatever. He's
    too busy running a country and a war to worry about his little sister...
    Stahl: I assure you, that is not the case! At all! Chrom cares for you very
    much. And who can blame him? If I had a charming sister like you, I'd never
    leave your side!
    Lissa: Y-you think I'm charming?
    Stahl: Of course! ...Er, is that strange?
    Lissa: I'm...I'm just not used to accepting praise from such a...fine
    gentleman, is all. Thanks, Stahl. You made my day!
    Stahl: Heh, well, I only spoke the truth.
    
    S Support
    
    Lissa: Er, Stahl? Look what Chrom gave me.
    Stahl: Isn't that the perfume he had you buy?
    Lissa: He felt bad about missing my birthday, so he wanted to get something I
    really liked. Apparently I mentioned wanting a new perfume, and so...
    Stahl: He sent you to buy your favorite kind. Ha! I told you brothers always
    pull through!
    Lissa: Hee hee! Yeah, he really is the best brother a girl could have.
    Stahl: Seeing you in such a happy mood, perhaps I should seize the
    opportunity...
    Lissa: Opportunity? For what?
    Stahl: Lissa, I have a confession to make.
    LIssa: Ooh, a confession?! Scandalous! Okay, dish. Give me all the juicy
    details...
    Stahl: I love you.
    Lissa: ...What?!
    Stahl: I know you're royalty, and I never felt I was worthy enough to court
    you. So I kept my feelings bottled up until I no longer had the strength to
    hide them... Th-that's why I decided to buy you this ring.
    Lissa: ...... Oh, Stahl, yes! Yes, of COURSE I'll marry you! I've loved you
    forever!
    Stahl: Truly?!
    Lissa: YES, you ninny! Here, let's see that ring.
    Stahl: ...Ah, it fits you perfectly!
    Lissa: Hee hee! It totally does, huh? I'm so glad you finally unbottled those
    feelings, tee hee!
    Stahl: It's like a weight off my shoulders! I can't wait to tell my brother
    the good news...
    Lissa: Oh, right! And I gotta tell Chrom! ...Oh, hey! You and him are gonna be
    brothers now! That's so weird.
    Stahl: Heh, and so wonderful. Just like you, Lissa.
    
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    Lissa/Kellam
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    C Support
    
    Lissa: Tsk, my stupid brother can be so selfish sometimes! I spent AGES making
    this pie, and he didn't eat a bite! Oh well. I suppose I'll just have to eat
    the whole thing by my--
    Kellam: I'll help.
    Lissa: ARRRGH! KELLAM! Gods! D-don't sneak up on me like that!
    Kellam: But...I've been standing right here since before you arrived...
    Lissa: Oh... Well, yeah... I guess I should be sorry, then. So, what were you
    saying? You want some of this pie?
    Kellam: Yes, please! I'm awful hungry... *Munch, munch* Mmm... Mmm? Murf...
    Lissa: Well? How is it?
    Kellam: *Cough* *hack* Haaaaaaa... Um, it's... Well, it certainly...exists...
    Lissa: I know, right? I add an elixir to give it that extra kick. I can't
    believe Chrom wouldn't have any. It's so good for you!
    Kellam: Actually, Lissa, perhaps you could try it once without the elixir...
    Lissa: Really? Huh. Well, maybe next time. Hey, do you know a lot about
    cooking? You could taste-test more of my pies! I want to make a pie that not
    even jerkface Chrom can resist!
    Kellam: Well...if you really need a guinea pig, I...guess I could help out...
    In these times of turmoil, we all have to make sacrifices for the greater
    good.
    Lissa: ...Sacrifices?
    Kellam: Er, well, that is... Sacrificing, uh...my diet!
    
    B Support
    
    Lissa: Kellam, it's ready! Kellam! Where are-- Oh! There you are. Here it is,
    Kellam! A piping-hot pie fresh from Lissa's oven of surprises!
    Kellam: ...Oh. Joy.
    Lissa: I made an extra-big one this time, so eat as much as you like.
    Kellam: *Shudder* Okay... L-let's see it... *Sniiiff*
    Lissa: You see how the filling has a rainbow of colors in it?
    Kellam: Golly, so it does...
    Lissa: It's more savory than sweet. I plan to serve it as a dinner.
    Kellam: Let me...just have a little sample first. Let's see...*chew* GURGH!
    Lissa: Kellam?! Are you all right? Is that good heaving or bad heaving? Does
    the filling taste funny? I didn't mess it up again, did I...?
    Kellam: L-Lissa, do you ever...taste the dishes yourself?
    Lissa: Nooooo. Why? Should I?
    Kellam: It's...a good thing...you gave this to me...first... Th-then...only
    one of us...need...know...the horror...
    <Kellam collapses>
    Lissa: K-Kellam?! Oh gods, he fainted! Kellam, can you hear me?! Stay away
    from the light! Gah! Where did I put my healing staff?!
    
    A Support
    
    Kellam: I haven't seen you baking any pies recently, Lissa. Don't tell me
    you've given up. 
    Lissa: But...aren't you angry at me?
    Kellam: Angry? About what?
    Lissa: Well, you know. When I almost killed you with my rainbow filling.
    Kellam: Why would I be angry? It wasn't intentional. Er, it actually WASN'T
    intentional, right?
    Lissa: Kellam, you are SO sweet! ...You know, I don't think I've ever seen you
    angry. Not even once.
    Kellam: I've never seen the point of anger. It's not much fun for anyone.
    Whenever I feel myself getting mad, I hold it in until it fades away. Because
    it always does in the end.
    Lissa: You know, Kellam. I'm going to have another go at making a pie. And
    this time it's going to be totally delicious, and you'll get the first taste!
    Kellam: Um... That sounds...nice?
    
    S Support
    
    Lissa: ...Well? How was it?
    Kellam: It was delicious. Honestly and truly!
    Lissa: I know, right? I've been practicing SO much, and it finally paid off.
    Kellam: If you serve this to Chrom, he'll eat every last crumb.
    Lissa: Oh, I don't care about my dumb brother anymore. I just wanted to make a
    pie that YOU liked!
    Kellam: I'd happily eat your cooking for the rest of my life, Lissa.
    Lissa: For reals?
    Kellam: Yes. And here's the proof...
    Lissa: A ring?
    Kellam: My mother made it. Pretty fancy, don't you think? She told me to give
    it to the woman I'd spend the rest of my life with. And I know you're royalty
    and all, but... Lissa, will you marry me?
    Lissa: Oh my gosh, YES! Of course! ...Er, but you should know that cooking
    isn't the only thing I'm bad at. I can't sew. Or do laundry, really. And I'm
    not much for cleaning or yard work...
    Kellam: Wait. You can't do any of those things? ...Really?
    Lissa: Hey! You're SUPPOSED to say "Oh, it doesn't matter!"
    Kellam: B-but that means I have to do absolutely...everything.
    Lissa: Too late! I've got the ring, and I'm not giving it back!
    Kellam: Oh dear.
    Lissa: Anyway, don't worry. You've got plenty of time for all those chores!
    We're gonna be together for forever and ever and ever!
    
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    Lissa/Lon'qu
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    C Support
    
    Lissa: There you are, Lon'qu! I take it my brother talked to you?
    Lon'qu: Er...
    Lissa: Oh, stop it! Yes, I'm a girl, but it's your job to guard me! So no
    running away and being all weird. All right?
    Lon'qu: Chrom said there was a plot on your life. Is this accurate?
    Lissa: Yeah, I guess somebody wants my sweet little head on a platter. Don't
    ask me why!
    Lon'qu: You're of royal blood. That's enough to make you a target. And any
    shadow could hide a knife, so we must ensure you are never alone.
    Lissa: My hero! I don't have to worry about a thing with you around! La la 
    laaaa...
    Lon'qu: Don't be careless! Keep your eyes open! Death could lurk in any nook
    or... *Sigh* Surely there is someone else better suited to this task.
    Lissa: Yeah, but you were just lazing around catching butterflies all day, so
    Chrom--
    Lon'qu: I certainly was not!
    Lissa: J-just kidding, Lon'qu! K-kidding! I'm sure Chrom was impressed by your
    skill and charm and good looks! I mean, out of everyone here, he's trusting
    you to keep his little sis safe. That's a pretty huge honor, right?
    ...Riiiiight?
    Lon'qu: ...I suppose.
    Lissa: Right! So come on, no more grumbling. Let's shake hands and make nice!
    Lon'qu: ......
    Lissa: Oh, fine. No handshaking. We can just...nod at each other. Sheesh! Do
    you really have such a problem with women?
    Lon'qu: I find them...disconcerting. But it will not interfere with my duty.
    Lissa: Hmm... Maybe as thanks for guarding me I'll go ahead and fix your
    little problem...
    Lon'qu: ...Or maybe not?
    Lissa: Fiiiiiine! I'm going to train, then. You can...just stand there and
    look dour.
    Lon'qu: That suits me just fine.
    
    B Support
    
    Lissa: It's about time the rain stopped, I thought It'd never--ooooooh! Look!
    A rainbow!
    Lon'qu: Keep your distance. I can see it from here.
    Lissa: Um, can you even GUARD me from that far away?!
    Lon'qu: I can close the distance in the blink of an eye.
    Lissa: Seriously? I'm nowhere near that fast! Here, lemme see how long it
    takes to--
    Lon'qu: Enough! Stop trying to get closer!
    Lissa: Hee hee! You're pretty sharp! ...But I'm just trying to be friendly.
    How are we supposed to be best buds if you're way over there?
    Lon'qu: I'm close enough to protect you. ...And we are NOT "best buds."
    Lissa: Geez, what a grump! Why even bother guarding me if that's how you feel?
    Lon'qu: Because those are my orders...and morale would fall if anything
    happened to you.
    Lissa: Oh, puh-leeeeeese! No one would care if something happened to me.
    Someone stronger would just roll my corpse out of the way and take up the
    fight...
    Lon'qu: ...Do you truly not see how your presence energizes the others? How
    your smile and demeanor put everyone else at ease?
    Lissa: R-really? Hee... Sooo, what about you, Lon'qu? ...Does my smile put you
    at ease?
    Lon'qu: Perhaps. ...From a certain distance.
    Lissa: Ugh, why do I even BOTHER?! I'll see you later, grump.
    Lon'qu: Wait. I'll go with you.
    Lissa: No you won't! I'm going to take a bath!
    Lon'qu: But my orders... You'll be...
    <Lissa leaves>
    Lon'qu: Argh! Hmm, now that I think about it, there's been no sign of any
    attempts on her life... Either her would-be assailants are being extremely
    cautious... Or perhaps this is some sort of ruse? Are she and Chrom toying
    with me?
    
    A Support
    
    Lissa: The path's kinda bumpy here, Lon'qu. Should we hold hands?
    Lon'qu: No.
    Lissa: Honestly, you think you'd be used to me by now. And you're always so
    serious! It wouldn't kill you to smile once in a--
    Lon'qu: Shhh!
    Lissa: That is SO rude! Gods, I'm only trying to--
    Lon'qu: Get behind me! Quickly! There's a--Hngh!
    Lissa: N-no, Lon'qu! You're hurt! Please, you can't... Don't die!
    Lon'qu: ...Ngh. It's just a single arrow. It won't kill me.
    Lissa: Yeah, but any more of them could... And I...I think we're surrounded!
    Lon'qu: I wager we've found your assassins. Stay close!
    Lissa: R-right!
    <Time passes>
    Lon'qu: ...That's the last of them.
    Lissa: Here, hold still. Let me tend to your wounds.
    Lon'qu: I'm fine. Are you hurt?
    Lissa: No. Thanks to you.
    Lon'qu: Good. That's...good.
    Lissa: Lon'qu, you just... You saved my life.
    Lon'qu: I followed orders. You should be safe now, but I'd better escort you
    to your tent, just to be certain.
    Lissa: Um, Lon'qu?
    Lon'qu: What?
    Lissa: Now that you foiled the plot, I guess your bodyguard duty will be
    over... I suppose we're done walking together like this, huh?
    Lon'qu: I see no reason to continue.
    Lissa: Yeah, but... We were finally getting close. I'd be sad to lose that
    now.
    Lon'qu: Do not lay this at my feet. I told you to keep your distance.
    Lissa: Yeah, but...
    Lon'qu: *Sigh* I...suppose...we could still chat. If you want. ...From time to
    time.
    Lissa: You mean it?! Oh, yay! Thanks, Lon'qu!
    Lon'qu: *Grumble, grumble*
    
    S Support
    
    Lissa: Heya, Lon'qu! I'm back for another chat!
    Lon'qu: ...All right.
    Lissa: Yeesh, try to contain your excitement there. Oh, and be sure not to
    smile. Most boys would cut off a leg to have a cute girl drop by to talk.
    Lon'qu: Would you have me paste on a fake grin whenever you grace me with your
    presence?
    Lissa: Well, no... Actually, that would be really creepy, coming from you.
    Lon'qu: Then this is what you get.
    Lissa: All right, all right. You don't have to be so cold to me. I just miss
    you, you know! You were guarding me around he clock for so long, and now I
    barely see you. But I suppose you wouldn't understand how I feel, huh? I mean,
    you can't stand girls. All right, listen. If you don't want me here, just say
    so and I'll leave you in peace.
    Lon'qu: I...like when you come to see me.
    Lissa: Great, fine. Don't worry. I know where the door is. You don't have
    to... Wait, what'd you say? I must not have heard you right... Because it
    almost sounded like you said you liked having a girl come bother you.
    Lon'qu: You heard me fine... And you are no bother. I...also miss the time we
    spent together.
    Lissa: ...I must be losing my mind.
    Lon'qu: This may come as a surprise...but I have something for you.
    Lissa: A ring? ...Is this a WEDDING ring? But wait, you hate women!
    Lon'qu: I don't hate anyone. And as far as my issue with women, you...are the
    exception. I find myself thinking of nothing but you. My every moment is
    consumed with you. If you allow it, I swear to be with you and protect you for
    the rest of your days.
    Lissa: Oh, Lon'qu... Of COURSE I'll allow it! And I'll watch your back, too!
    But you have to be beside me always. No more distance!
    Lon'qu: ...No more distance.
    
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    Lissa/Ricken
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    C Support
    
    Ricken: Hrmm...
    Lissa: Uh-oh. You sound barfy, Ricken. Want me to run and get my staff?
    Ricken: I'm all right. I just don't feel like I've been fighting at 100
    percent lately.
    Lissa: Aw, don't worry. Everybody has an off day. You wanna practice for a
    little bit?
    Ricken: Practice how?
    Lissa: You know? Spar with me! Maybe it'll get you past your little block.
    Ricken: Oh, uh... No, thanks. It won't help.
    Lissa: Oh, what? WHAT?! Do you think I can't spar with you? Is that it? I may
    not be my brother, but I can kick serious butt when the mood--
    Ricken: NO! I said it won't help!
    Lissa: ...Whoa.
    Ricken: They're trying to kill us out there, Lissa. Kill. Us. And the only
    thing we can do is kill them first. ...We have to take the lives of people. My
    hands are shaking just talking about it. It's just so...terrible.
    Lissa: I'm sorry, Ricken. I didn't mean to make light of everything.
    Ricken: No, I know. I shouldn't have yelled. Sorry, Lissa.
    Lissa: I had no idea such things were eating away at you like this...
    Ricken: ......
    
    B Support
    
    Ricken: What are you doing, Lissa?
    Lissa: Combat training.
    Ricken: ...What?
    Lissa: I fight too, you know!
    Ricken: Is this because of what I said before? You really don't have to do
    this.
    Lissa: Yes, Ricken, I do. I can't expect other people to protect me all the
    time. We're at war. Unexpected things happen. I need to be ready to do what is
    necessary.
    Ricken: But, Lissa, that's my job. Protecting you, I mean. Being on the front
    lines means being in danger, and... I don't want to see you get hurt.
    Lissa: You think I don't feel the same way about you? About Chrom? About
    everyone?
    Ricken: No, but--
    Lissa: You don't get to bear this alone, Ricken! It's totally unfair.
    Ricken: Lissa, I only... You're right. I'm sorry. We're all in this together,
    no matter what.
    
    A Support
    
    Lissa: Heya, Ricken. Are you reading again? You're gonna go blind at this
    rate!
    Ricken: I've got a lot to learn if I hope to be of use to Chrom in the future.
    Lissa: But you're useful now!
    Ricken: I'm talking about the far future. I'm hoping to someday be his royal
    adivisor. He's my hero, you know? I want to be close to him and be someone he
    can rely on.
    Lissa: Hee hee! Yeah, you want to close, all right! When you first joined up,
    you followed him around like a baby duckling! So what is it about my brother
    that draws you to him? And don't say his rugged good looks, or I'll slug you.
    Ricken: When I was young, the other kids used to terrorize me. One time, it
    got pretty bad... But Chrom jumped in and stopped it. I wasn't used to people
    being nice to me, so I figured there had to be a catch. Like maybe he was just
    showing off because he knew he could take the other kids?
    Lissa: MY brother? Showing off? Hah! No, he would have done the same thing no
    matter who was bullying you.
    Ricken: I found that out for myself when he saved me a second time. The kids
    chased me into the woods, but then a pack of wolves showed up. There must have
    been 20 of them... Chrom showed up just in time and ran them all off!
    Lissa: Whoa. Guess I can see why he's your hero.
    Ricken: That's not even the best part. He'd fought another wolf pack just to
    reach us! After the other pack ran off, he could barely stand. That reminder
    he was human, too, made everything else all the more impressive. I remember
    wishing I were that brave. I still do, I guess...
    Lissa: I think you're plenty brave, Ricken. And I'm sure you'll be someone's
    hero someday!
    Ricken: Thanks, Lissa. But for now, the best way for me to get there is to hit
    the books!
    
    S Support
    
    Ricken: Are you all right, Lissa? Any injuries from that last battle?
    Lissa: Nope! I'm fit as a fiddle. ..Sweet of you to ask, though.
    Ricken: Sure...
    Lissa: You know, I think you're just as much of a hero as my brother. You've
    saved my neck more times than I can count, and I can count pretty high.
    Ricken: Of course! You're Chrom's little sister. I'll keep you safe no matter
    what.
    Lissa: ...Oh. Right.
    Ricken: Er, I mean... Oh, that didn't come out right. Yes, you're his little
    sister. But you're also so much more... When you said you wouldn't let me bear
    the weight of fighting alone, I... It felt like a weight lifted off me.
    ...That's why I want to protect you.
    Lissa: Aw, that's so sweet. I'm glad I could help.
    Ricken: I've actually been thinking about this a lot and... See, I was
    wondering if... Well, here.
    Lissa: A ring?
    Ricken: It's a signet ring passed down within my family. I'd like you to
    maybe...wear it? 'Cause I'm thinking then I could just keep protecting you!
    ...You know? Forever?
    Lissa: Hee hee! Now you want to stay close to Chrom AND me!
    Ricken: N-no! It's not like that! I mean, yeah. I like him, but I LOVE you!
    Lissa: Ricken, I was teasing!
    Ricken: ...So is that a yes?
    Lissa: Yes!
    
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    Lissa/Maribelle
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    C Support
    
    Lissa: This tea is soooo good!
    Maribelle: Isn't it just divine, darling? The leaves are infused with a citrus
    aroma, so I was certain you'd like it.
    Lissa: I like citrus?
    Maribelle: In all the years we've shared tea, you only mention the flavor if
    it's a citrus blend. How funny that you didn't even know!
    Lissa: That is funny! And a little embarrassing, I guess... You know me better
    than I know myself, Maribelle!
    Maribelle: That's hardly a surprise, darling. I'm your best friend.
    Lissa: Hee hee! I know! It's SO true. ...Wait a second, I don't know what kind
    of tea YOU like best!
    Maribelle: Well now, that simply won't do at all. Why don't you take a guess?
    Lissa: Hmmmm. Is it...rose tea?
    Maribelle: Tsk! Such a common flavor.
    Lissa: Tea with milk?
    Maribelle: Ugh! Why not just drink from a mud puddle?!
    Lissa: This is hard! Maybe if I knew more about tea... What other kinds are
    there?
    Maribelle: Ah, well. I suppose I'll have to take pity and simply tell you. My
    favorite blend...
    Lissa: Is...?
    Maribelle: Black tea infused with the still-warm blood of an adult male
    grizzly bear.
    Lissa: *PFFFFFFFFFFFTTT!*
    Maribelle: Lissa, what is wrong with you! What manner of lady spews tea?! It
    is simply not done!
    Lissa: What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you?! Who would drink such a
    thing?!
    Maribelle: No one, darling. It was only a jest. ...Now wipe your mouth,
    please.
    Lissa: I actually believed you... All right, what's the real answer, then?
    What's your favorite tea?
    Maribelle: Why, whichever ones you enjoy, darling. That way I get to
    appreciate both the beverage and your enjoyment of it! So if you ever find a
    blend you're especially fond of, just say the word.
    Lissa: Um, all right. I will. Thanks. But I still kinda feel like that wasn't
    a real answer...
    
    B Support
    
    Maribelle: Phew... Today's battle must have been the fiercest yet! You're not
    hurt, are you, darling?
    Lissa: No, I'm fine. What about you?
    Maribelle: I also appear to have escaped injury, thank you.
    Lissa: Good! That's...good... ......
    Maribelle: Why, whatever is wrong, darling? ...Are you hurt after all?! Why,
    when I find the dastard responsible, I'll gouge out his--
    Lissa: No, no! It's nothing like that. I'm just wondering how long this is
    going to continue. All the injuries... All the death... It's all just so
    awful. If I stop to think about it, I get too scared to move.
    Maribelle: There's no need for fear! I will lay my life down for yours without
    hesitation.
    Lissa: That doesn't help at all! I don't want YOU getting hurt either!
    Maribelle: Don't worry, darling. I'm far too clever to allow that to happen.
    Lissa: Yeah, but...didn't you get kidnapped by those guys from Plegia?
    Maribelle: Th-that was... There were extenuating circumstances! In any case,
    my mind is quite made up. Keeping you safe is my utmost priority.
    Lissa: I don't understand why you always put me first. Even when we have tea,
    we always drink the kind I like. You need to take care of yourself too,
    Maribelle. Don't deprive yourself of the things you enjoy, and don't you dare
    get hurt!
    Maribelle: Oh, my darling Lissa... I appreciate that, I really do, but please
    don't let it trouble you. I AM doing what I enjoy, you see? All that I do, I
    do because I want to.
    Lissa: That's not what I meant, and you know it!
    Maribelle: Don't make that face, darling. It will give you the most terrible
    wrinkles later. You know what I think we both need? A nice warm bath. I feel
    as if I'm made of nothing but dust and sweat! Let's go to the bath.
    <Maribelle leaves>
    Lissa: H-hey, wait! Maribelle!
    
    A Support
    
    Lissa: Maribelle! Maribelle, are you all right?! How bad is it? Let me see!
    Does it hurt?!
    Maribelle: Darling, you're raving like a madwoman! ...Or, gods forbid, a
    lowborn.
    Lissa: It's my fault! He was swinging for me, and you jumped in the way!
    Maribelle: Yes, and here I stand, still right as rain! I told you, I'm far too
    clever to suffer harm at the hands of some barbarian.
    Lissa: W-well, as long as you're all right... Thank you, Maribelle.
    Maribelle: It's my pleasure, darling.
    Lissa: But...Maribelle? Why are you so determined to protect me? Is it because
    of what things were like before you joined the Shepherds?
    Maribelle: Wh-whatever make you think--
    Lissa: That's it. Isn't it?
    Maribelle: *Sigh* I suppose there's no sense in denying it. As I'm sure you're
    aware, Lissa, I can sometimes be...difficult. I never had much in the way of
    friends. ...Never had any friends, in truth. The other children whispered
    about me... At court I was always alone... Until you. You were the only one
    willing to give me a chance. You...saved me, Lissa. And I swore to do the
    same.
    Lissa: But that was years ago! I'd forgotten about it until just now.
    Maribelle: But I have never forgotten! How could I? I was alone in the dark,
    and you offered me your kindness. You shone as bright as the sun, Lissa, and
    burned twice as warm.
    Lissa: But I didn't do anything special! I just... I just wanted to be
    friends.
    Maribelle: With a pariah? With the butt of every malicious rumor and cruel
    jape?
    Lissa: I didn't care what those jerks thought! I choose my own friends! And
    you're a wonderful person... You didn't deserve any of that.
    Maribelle: Ha ha! Oh, my darling, you are the most incurably soft-hearted
    woman in all of Ylisse. And that is precisely why I care for you and would
    defend you with my life.
    Lissa: Aw, Maribelle... Thanks. But I don't want to be some fragile teacup
    that has to be protected at all times. From here on, I'll be jumping in front
    of axes for you, too! And the same goes for tea. Next time, we're drinking
    what YOU want to drink! Though I'm not sure where I'll find an adult male
    grizzly... But whatever! True friendship is a road that runs in two
    directions, right?
    Maribelle: Ha ha! Yes, I suppose it is. ...I did mention the bear blood was
    only a jape, correct?
    
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    Lissa/Gaius
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    C Support
    
    Lissa: Now, this goes through here... Then I just loop this thread aaand...
    YEEEEOWCH!
    Gaius: You all right there, Princess? What's going on?
    Lissa: I'm TRYYYING to learn needlework! But I'm mostly just poking holes in
    my dumb finger.
    Gaius: You should wash and dress those wounds, you know.
    Lissa: Yeah, whatever. They're just pinpricks. ...See? Hardly bleeding at all.
    Gaius: Small wounds can become infected as easy as large ones. Here, Princess.
    Let me take a look...
    Lissa: Geez, fine! If you're going to be all stubborn about it... Just stop
    calling me Princess, all right? It almost sounds sarcastic when you say it.
    Gaius: Just a friendly nickname, is all. I give 'em to everyone.
    Lissa: Yeah, well, I bet you didn't give Chrom a nickname, did you?! It's so
    unfair. He risks life and limb nearly every day. But me? Nooooo! People hover
    around me if I have so much as a sewing accident.
    Gaius: If it makes you feel better, this is the worst sewing accident I've
    ever seen.
    Lissa: Gosh, you'd think I was made of glass or something. ...H-hey! Easy
    with the bandages there! My hand looks like a grapefruit!
    Gaius: You pierced a vein, Princess. Lucky it wasn't worse.
    Lissa: *Grumble, grumble*
    Gaius: Aw, cheer up now. Lemme see what you're sewing there! ...Oh. It's,
    uh... It looooks like... A three-legged ogre? No, wait. A whalefish eating a
    sailor?
    Lissa: It's a kitty cat.
    Gaius: A cat? Really? Er, maybe if I turn it this way...
    Lissa: It's not done yet, okay?!
    Gaius: Hmm... For a cat, why don't you lengthen this... And then a few
    stitches here...
    Lissa: ...Holy cow, Gaius! That's amazing! I didn't know you could sew!
    Gaius: I've always had nimble fingers. Useful skill in my trade.
    Lissa: Well, um... Thanks, I guess.
    Gaius: My pleasure. Though perhaps you might take up a safer hobby, hmm? Like,
    say, jousting...
    
    B Support
    
    Lissa: Wait, so I poke this through here, and loop it over...there?
    Gaius: No, not quite. Here, let me show you. FIRST you loop, theeen...
    Lissa: Oh, I see! That wasn't so hard! ...And look, it's finished! Ta-da!
    Gaius: That's some nice work there, Princess. ...Although I think I did
    everything but that twisted blue bit up in the corner.
    Lissa: Tee hee! Now that you mention it, you did help an awful lot, didn't
    you? You know, if you keep helping me, I'm never going to learn.
    Gaius: Is that so bad? I mean, you're a princess, right? If you need something
    sewn, you could always just ask the royal seamstress.
    Lissa: That is TOTALLY not how I operate, mister! I refuse to become one of
    those lazy nobles who can't even butter their own crumpets! Not that I've
    learned to do most anything useful so far...
    Gaius: Hey, don't be so hard on yourself, Princess. This stuff takes time.
    Lissa: Yeah, maybe. It's just so frustrating when I can't do the simplest
    tasks on my own! Cooking, laundry...you name it...
    Gaius: One thing at a time, Princess. Practice makes perfect.
    Lissa: Practice makes perfect? Hmm... I've never heard that.
    Gaius: It's a fun little saying, isn't it?
    Lissa: Heck, yeah! And I'm gonna practice until my head falls off. All right,
    Gaius! I want to learn every skill that you know!
    Gaius: Er, but I'm not really the teaching type--
    Lissa: Oh, nonsense! Don't be modest! Teach me stuff! Pleeeeeease?
    Gaius: Well, I suppose it's bad form to turn down a princess...
    
    A Support
    
    Gaius: GAAAAAACK! Gods, Princess! How much salt did you put in this soup?!
    Lissa: Just the one bag. Is that too much?
    Gaius: Never mind. Let's focus on the positive. Your potatoes were...edible?
    Lissa: You don't need to try and make me feel better, Gaius. The only reason
    the potatoes worked is because you remembered to take them out.
    Gaius: Well, I suppose I did help a little...
    Lissa: At this rate, I'd better find a husband who knows how to cook. I mean,
    would YOU marry a woman who can't even make a sandwich?
    Gaius: What, me? Um... Well, I don't know. I never really thought abo--
    Lissa: I knew it! You'd toss me out like a moldy sack of grain. All right,
    then! Tomorrow I wat to learn how to open a jar. Deal?
    Gaius: Look, Princess. You're a very sweet, and I like you a lot. But are you
    sure we should be...you know. Seeing so much of each other?
    Lissa: What do you mean?
    Gaius: I'm a thief, and you're Chrom's sister. ...Tongues might start wagging
    is all.
    Lissa: If anyone has a problem with that, I'll have their head on a pike!
    Gaius: Sorry, I didn't mean--
    Lissa: Tee hee! Just kidding. I wouldn't put anyone's head on a pike. But
    seriously, I'm not allowed to spend time with my friend? Come on! And I don't
    give a fig what a bunch of gossipy court ladies say about it!
    Gaius: ...Oh. Well, all right, then.
    Lissa: I want you to treat me like any of your other friends! And that's an
    order!
    Gaius: Well for one thing, my other friends don't issue orders...
    
    S Support
    
    Lissa: Guess who?!
    Gaius: WAAAH!
    Lissa: Oh, sorry! Did I startle you?
    Gaius: Oh, er... N-not really, no...
    Lissa: Heh, well it sure SEEMED like it. Especially when you jumped and went
    "WAAAH!"
    Gaius: Look, you really shouldn't sneak behind people and cover their eyes
    like that!
    Lissa: Hee hee! I thought you'd be used to it by now.
    Gaius: Sometimes I think you could stand to be a bit more princess-like...
    Lissa: Bah! I'll remember you said that the next time I'm out on the
    battlefield healing you! Well, now you're going to feel super guilty when I
    show you the gift I brought!
    Gaius: ...Needlepoint. Lissa, did you make this?
    Lissa: Hee hee! I've totally been practicing! Can you tell?
    Gaius: This looks like a cat. But a REAL cat! Not one of your..."unique" ones.
    Lissa: See? I wouldn't make such a bad wife!
    Gaius: I've never thought you would.
    Lissa: Why, Gaius, you old charmer...
    Gaius: ...Er, when you bat your eyelashes at me like that... People might get
    the wrong idea...
    Lissa: No they wouldn't... Because they would be right.
    Gaius: They would? ...Lissa, I have a question to ask you... You're the
    sweetest girl I've ever met... If you think I'm worthy, I...I...
    Lissa: You're gonna marry me right now, and that's totally an order!
    Gaius: Oh... Well, that was certainly easier than I expected...
    Lissa: Yaaaaaaay! I KNEW that needlepoint would do the trick!
    
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    Lissa/Gregor
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    C Support
    
    Lissa: EEEEEEK!
    Gregor: Oy! What is matter?!
    Lissa: Ohmigosh! Look at that huge bug!
    Gregor: Is just oversized millipede, yes? No cause to be panicking. You shriek
    like sun is plummeting into earth--make Gregor choke on tea!
    Lissa: Oh gods, look at it. Urgh... Plus it might be poisonous!
    Gregor: Very well. Gregor take bug outside for sake of delicate princess.
    Lissa: H-hey! I am not delicate! ...But thanks.
    Gregor: You are brave girl, yes? Face many enemies on field of battle? Gregor
    not understand why you lose wits when small insect appears in tent.
    Lissa: I know, I know. It's just a thing, all right? I can't stand bugs.
    Gregor: Hmmm. Is just small insects? Or do you fear and hate other things?
    Lissa: Hmm... Well, I don't like snakes, obviously. Or frogs or newts. Any
    amphibian, really. Spicy food makes me break out in a rash, but I'm not scared
    of it, per se. But yeah, I guess that's about it. Er, except for the dark.
    ...Long nails kind of creep me out, too. Especially if they're all dirty? Oh,
    and lemons! Don't even get me going on lemons. But the worst are ghosts! Oh,
    they are just absolutely terrible... ...Yeah, so I guess that's everything.
    Oh, wait! Certain kinds of sausage--
    Gregor: Oy, Gregor is sorry he even ask!
    Lissa: It's weird. I can fight and all that stuff, but when it comes to other
    things... *Sigh* You must think I'm kinda pathetic.
    Gregor: No, no. Everyone have fears, yes? You just have a few more than usual.
    Lissa: You think so?
    Gregor: And beside, in Gregor's opinion, is charming in strange way.
    Lissa: Aw, thanks, Gregor.
    
    B Support
    
    Lissa: So where are we going, Gregor? You know I'm afraid of heights, right?
    Oh, and bandits. ...And the dark.
    Gregor: There may be some dark involved, but is all worth it in end.
    Lissa: Um...okay. But if you try anything weird, I'll scream for my brother!
    Gregor: Gregor not buffoon! Gregor never put sister of valued employer in
    danger.
    Lissa: Well, that's good. But seriously, where are you taking me?
    Greger: Shhh! Can you hear from deep below ground? Sound of groans and moans?
    Lissa: Ohmigosh, are those...GHOSTS?! EEEEEEEEK!
    Gregor: Quiet!
    Lissa: ...Eep!
    Gregor: Do not scream in loud panicky voice. Is going to get us in big
    trouble.
    Lissa: Wh-why are you making me do this?!
    Gregor: If you summon courage and overcome greatest fear, other fears go away.
    Lissa: So you want to frighten me out of my wits in some haunted hellhole? ARE
    YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?!
    Gregor:...Er, no. Is just idea Gregor read in book. Sorry. You do not tell
    Chrom, yes?
    Lissa: He'd probably be pretty mad, huh?
    Gregor: Please, do not tell! Gregor need job! Gregor is intending no harm to
    Lissa.
    Lissa: Oh, it's fine, Gregor. I'm not telling Chrom. ...Besides, it was
    actually kind of exciting! Hee hee!
    Gregor: Thank you. Gregor is having many debts, yes? If he lose steady
    income--oy!
    
    A Support
    
    Lissa: Nnnn...nnnn...ngggg... Just...close...fingers...and... Gaaaaaah!
    Gregor: Oy, again with the yelling...
    Lissa: I did it, Gregor! Look! I actually managed to pick up one of those
    horrid millipedes!
    Gregor: Yes, yes, Gregor is seeing. No need to be waving so close to his face.
    Lissa: Can you believe it? I am so amazing. This is the first bug I've
    touched! Ever!
    Gregor: Good! You start with little insect, and from here overcome bigger
    fears. Even longest and hardest journey begins with small baby steps, yes?
    Lissa: You think I can do it? You think I can overcome all my fears?
    Gregor: Gregor have no doubt! Soon you will be afraid of nothing. Not even
    ghost!
    Lissa: Gosh!
    Gregor: You write down all things you fear, yes? Make very big list. Then,
    whenever you conquer fear, you can be ticking off from list.
    Lissa: That's...an excellent idea!
    Gregor: Yes, Gregor is having many good ideas. And now he prepare special
    supper for you.
    Lissa: Oh?
    Gregor: Yes, we celebrate day that Lissa conquests first fear! Come now. Eat
    while is very hot.
    Lissa: Wait, you have it ready and waiting? But how did you know I'd succeed?
    Don't tell me you just had faith...
    Gregor: Gregor always have faith. Besides, if you fail, he just eat special
    meal all by himself.
    Lissa: Oh, heh hah! Well, thank you, Gregor. This is very thoughtful!
    Gregor: Now, make with the eating!
    
    S Support
    
    Lissa: Gregor, I need your help. Can you please look at this?
    Gregor: Eh? Is massive stack of paper? Is hundreds of pages long!
    Lissa: I know, right? It's my list of things I'm afraid of.
    Gregor: ...Oy.
    Lissa: See, I knew you'd react like that! The list is too big, isn't it?
    Gregor: Is...bigger than Gregor is expecting, true...
    Lissa: I don't know. I feel like giving up.
    Gregor: Yes. You give up!
    Lissa: H-hey! You're supposed to encourage me.
    Gregor: Gregor is doing that exactly! But in slightly different way, yes?
    Lissa is never getting through list alone. But Gregor can help if he is
    around. Around...all the time, yes? Always by your side?
    Lissa: Er...
    Gregor: That way is more efficient! Otherwise, you are never finishing list.
    Lissa: But won't it be super boring if you follow me around everywhere?
    Gregor: No! Is greatest honor and pleasure. In fact, Gregor is thinking long
    about this. Is why Gregor buying you very large ring.
    Lissa: Goodness! That really is a large ring!
    Gregor: If Gregor is husband, he can be helping Lissa with fears more easily.
    Lissa: Hey, yeah! But you'd have to promise to deal with the big bugs, all
    right? ...Oh, and any lemons we encounter? I mean that literally and
    figuratively!
    Gregor: Gregor makes solemn oath.
    Lissa: Then I accept! ...I gotta tell you, I was not looking forward to
    working through that list alone!
    Gregor: Today, Gregor is luckiest man in world!
    Lissa: Oh, Gregor. I'm so happy! This all feels like a dream!
    Gregor: Gregor, too. Maybe more happy than Lissa, even! So! We start with a's
    on list, yes? Wait... Lissa is afraid of ant?!
    
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    Lissa/Libra
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    C Support
    
    Lissa: Hey, Libra! Come test your courage with me!
    Libra: I beg your pardon? Is fighting this war not a sufficient test?
    Lissa: It's a training exercise Robin dreamed up a while back. It's supposed
    to "hone our ability to adapt to unexpected conditions." I know, blah blah
    blah, right? But let's do it anyway!
    Libra: Well, it certainly sounds like a worthy cause... I'd be happy to help!
    Lissa: Yay! Okay, so now the two of us have to pair up and find Robin.
    Libra: Just the two of us?
    Lissa: Yup, those are the rules. We all pair up and search for Robin.
    Libra: Might I ask why you thought to choose me as your partner?
    Lissa: Because you're a PRIEST! ...Duh! If we meet any ghosts out on the
    trail, you can zap 'em with prayer magic!
    Libra: There is no such thing as "zapping with prayer magic"! What's more, I
    doubt this training exercise involves the souls of the depar--
    Lissa: Blaaaah dee blah dee blah! Now come on! Let's get moving!
    Libra: Y-you needn't pull, Lissa! I'm coming!
    
    B Support
    
    Lissa: Hey, so I only noticed during that training exercise, but you're 
    REALLY pretty! Your skin is perfect! Your hair is perfect! It's soooo not
    fair!
    Libra: Not...fair?
    Lissa: AND you're tall and sweet and you even SMELL nice! You're a one-man
    show of everything I wish I had, but don't.
    Libra: You have a host of traits I lack as well, Lissa.
    Lissa: Name one! ...Or more, if you want.
    Libra: You're extremely expressive. You treat every person you meet fairly and
    equally. Your cheery disposition spreads to all those around you. You are ever
    true to yourself. I would gladly trade any element of my appearance for that
    beauty in your heart.
    Lissa: Oh. I...
    Libra: Something the matter, milady?
    Lissa: It's EMBARRASSING! I expected a little buttering up, not the whole
    crock!
    Libra: Heh, my apologies. I just find it so easy to talk with you. Another of
    your finer traits, now that I think about it.
    Lissa: Hey, you smiled! That's a rare treat.
    Libra: Is it?
    Lissa: Yeah!
    Libra: And you noticed? Have you been...watching me?
    Lissa: ...I guess I have, now that you mention it. I wonder why?
    Libra: Heh, well, if you find an answer, I would be eager to hear it.
    Lissa: Lemme get back to ya on that one!
    
    A Support
    
    Lissa: Libra? Libra!
    Libra: Lissa? What has you in such a state?
    Lissa: I figured it out! I know why I've been watching you all the time!
    Libra: Oh?
    Lissa: It's because you're like a ghost!
    Libra: Um...pardon?
    Lissa: Is that weird? I thought it was weird. But I think lots of stuff is
    weird, so--
    Libra: What do you mean?
    Lissa: I first noticed it when we were together for that training exercise.
    There are times when you seem kinda like a vision...or a mirage... I mean,
    someone so tall and beautiful would normally be the center of all attention!
    But with you I almost feel like you might up and vanish if I even take my eyes
    off you. Anyway, so, um, yeah. That's it. ...Sorry. I know it probably sounds
    pretty crazy.
    Libra: Perhaps, but somehow... I'm actually quite flattered.
    Lissa: So how do you see me, huh? Come on, fair's fair and all!
    Libra: You? You are positively bursting with life! The very opposite of
    myself.
    Lissa: Oh, that's not true at all! You may give off a ghostly feel, but you're
    the liveliest alive person I know!
    Libra: Well, I'm quite certain that's the first time that's ever been said
    about me...
    
    S Support
    
    Lissa: Libra! ...Libra, are you there?
    Libra: Yes. No cause for alarm, Lissa. This ghost hasn't disappeared yet.
    Lissa: Aw, c'mon, you know I didn't mean that in a bad way!
    Libra: Heh heh, I know, I know. And you know I said I'm not going anywhere.
    Lissa: Yeah, but that's not enough. I still worry all the time... Welp! I
    guess the only answer is to stay by your side forever!
    Libra: ...Lissa?
    Lissa: Huh? Oh. OH! I said that out loud, didn't I...
    Libra: Indeed, and I'm so happy you did... I feel the same, Lissa. ...I always
    have.
    Lissa: Er, you do? You have?!
    Libra: Yes, and I always will... If you will have me?
    Lissa: But... Y-you don't mean...
    Libra: Will you accept this, Lissa?
    Lissa: A ring...
    Libra: Nay, a promise. A promise to stay with each other, as long as we draw
    breath. Stand vigil and keep me grounded, Lissa. Keep me tied to this place,
    and to you.
    Lissa: Oh my gosh, YES! I'll stay at your side until the sun stops rising!
    Libra: I don't think I've ever felt so alive as I do now, in this moment, with
    you.
    
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    Lissa/Henry
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    C Support
    
    Lissa: *Yaaawn*
    Henry: You getting enough sleep, Lissa? You look pretty bushed.
    Lissa: No, not nearly enough! I'm exhausted!
    Henry: If you don't rest up before a battle, you might find yourself resting
    up in a grave.
    Lissa: I know, it's just... I keep lying in bed thinking about fighting the
    next fight. And then I think about Emm, and about... Argh! It's all too much!
    I'm sick of all this stupid grief and mourning! And I'm tired of people dying!
    I don't even want our ENEMIES to die anymore, Henry. I'm just...tired.
    Henry: That does seem like a problem. War is killing and death, ya know?
    Keeping the people you care about alive means making the other guy dead.
    Lissa: My head knows that, but my heart is still having a hard time. I wish I
    was as tough as you, Henry. These sleepless nights are killing me...
    Henry: Well then, lemme help you! Give me a little time and I'll have you
    sleeping like a baby.
    Lissa: Oh, wow. I'd give anything for one night of pure, dreamless sleep.
    Henry: Nya ha ha! Just leave it to ol' Henry!
    
    B Support
    
    Henry: So, did you get over your insomnia, Lissa?
    Lissa: Yep! As soon as I close my eyes, I'm out like a candle. I don't know
    what changed, but I'm super glad it did!
    Henry: Nya ha ha! Just a little touch of Henry's Super Sleepy-Time Magic!
    ...The nonlethal version.
    Lissa: Really? That was you? Aw, thank you, Henry.
    Henry: Always happy to lend a helping curse!
    Lissa: I suppose it WOULD be a curse, huh? That can't be healthy, long,
    term... And what do you have to do to set it up? Some kind of weird ceremony?
    Henry: Oh, it's not so much trouble, really... Hardest part is probably
    finding fresh sacrifices every time.
    Lissa: ...Sacrifices?
    Henry: Yup! I usually just use birds or something.
    Lissa: STOP! You can't go robbing poor little birdies of their lives for
    something like this! I'd rather go sleepless than live with that sort of
    guilt!
    Henry: First you don't want any allies or enemies to die, and now BIRDIES are
    off the table? ...You're a strange one, Lissa.
    Lissa: I'M the strange one?! You're one to talk! Look, I'll find a solution on
    my own, no cute creature deaths required! So no more curses! Got it?!
    Henry: As you please!
    
    A Support
    
    Henry: Wow. You look pretty wobbly there, Lissa. Still having trouble in
    slumberland?
    Lissa: *Yaaawn* Yes! And the more I worry over it, the worse it gets.
    Henry: Are you suuuuuure you don't want me to grant you a little curse or two?
    You'll run yourself ragged at this rate. You need your rest!
    Lissa: Thanks anyway, Henry. It really is sweet of you to keep offering.
    Henry: Nya ha ha! Me? Sweet? That's a new one. Besides, you're the one who's
    always concerned about people dying and stuff. I don't know how you do it,
    honestly. I couldn't go a week!
    Lissa: Heh heh, thanks. You're making me blush... Or...maybe just...dizzy?
    Henry: Ack! Lissa!
    Lissa: S-sorry... Kind of lost my balance there... Thanks for catching me,
    Henry.
    Henry: Easy peasy. Any time!
    Lissa: Mmm... You're so warm. It's nice... Relaxing... Zzzzzzz...
    Henry: Um, Lissa? Nya ha! Guess I'm not going anywhere for a little while.
    You're pretty warm, yourself. Now I'm... *yaaawn* I'm getting all sleepy,
    too...
    
    S Support
    
    Lissa: Hey, Henry?
    Henry: Hey-o! Need your human pillow again?
    Lissa: Tee hee! If you don't mind?
    Henry: Course I don't!
    Lissa: Mmm, you're always so warm and cozy... Thanks for putting up with this
    all the time.
    Henry: Hey, it feels pretty nice for me, too. Any excuse to be closer to
    you...
    Lissa: W-wait, are you saying...
    Henry: I am! Let's get married! Nya ha ha!
    Lissa: But...
    Henry: What, you don't want to? I thought we were both on the same page here!
    Lissa: N-no! It's not that I don't want to! I mean, I really care about you...
    It's just... I don't know, you tossed it out there so casually. You didn't
    even ask! Maybe you could set the mood first?
    Henry: I'm not much of a mood guy, I'm afraid, unless we're talking gruesome
    bloodshed... Well, how about this: I did get you a ring! Will that work?
    Lissa: Aww... That'll work just fine.
    Henry: All right! Here you go, then...
    Lissa: Oh, thank you, Henry. I look forward to a lifetime's worth of sweet
    dreams with you!
    Henry: I feel like I'm dreamin' already, nya ha!
    
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    Lissa/Donnel
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    C Support
    
    Lissa: Ah ha! I've been looking for you, Donny.
    Donnel: Huh? Did you need me for something, Yer Gracefulship?
    Lissa: No titles! We've talked about this before. I want you to think of me as
    an older sister.
    Donnel: I know, Yer Worshipful...er, Miss Lissa. But it just feels so darn
    weird!
    Lissa: Well, get used to it. You're one of a precious few allies younger than
    me, you know? I have to milk this! Anyway, feel free to come ask for my help
    aaaaaanytime!
    Donnel: But yer the princess of Ylisse, Miss Lissa!
    Lissa: Then consider it a royal order. ...And drop the "miss" stuff!
    Donnel: Y-yes, ma'am.
    Lissa: ...Well, I suppose that'll do for now. Hee, this is great! I always
    wanted a little brother to order around!
    Donnel: Gosh! I'm honored, I guess.
    Lissa: Now, what can your big sis do for you? Anything at all, just say the
    word.
    Donnel: Er... I'm frightful sorry to dash your hopes'n all, but I can't
    think'a nothin' right now. L-lemme work on it. Bye!
    <Donnel leaves>
    Lissa: Wha? Hey! Get back here!
    
    B Support
    
    Lissa; Looks like it's the two of us on provisioning duty today! What should
    we hunt for? Mushrooms? Wild herbs? Ooh, maybe berries?
    Donnel: That all sounds pretty tasty, but fighin' a war takes stouter stuff'n
    that. I vote for game!
    Lissa: So, er, meat. From animals. Riiight... Guess we need to hunt some,
    then. Er, let's see...
    Donnel: Don't fret it none. I laid a half dozen traps yesterday just in case.
    Just follow me, Lissa!
    <Time passes>
    Lissa: Whoa, look! Two rabbits and a boar! The traps really worked!
    Donnel: Good thing, too. Now I ain't gotta worry 'bout you wanderin' around in
    the woods.
    Lissa: I'm amazed, Donny. Where'd you learn how to hunt like this?
    Donnel: From my pa, at first. Past that, I just kinda picked it up on my own.
    Lissa: Wow. No matter where you are, you'll never lack for food.
    Donnel: From yer lips to Naga's ears! 'Sides, I couldn't see my dream through
    if I weren't able to get on anywheres.
    Lissa: What dream is that?
    Donnel: To travel the world lookin' for the secret to this stone my pa gave
    me. Was his dream, too, back before... Well, when he was still alive. ...So
    I'm fixin' to do it for him.
    Lissa: That's wonderful, Donny. You make me want to knuckle down and buckle
    down on my own dream.
    Donnel: You got a dream, Lissa?
    Lissa: Hey! Why do you sound so surprised?
    Donnel: Wh-what?! Naw, I didn't mean it that way at all!
    Lissa: My dream is to become a true lady like my sister, Emmeryn.
    Donnel: Well, I reckon you'll get there eventually.
    Lissa: ...Eventually?
    Donnel: Er, real soon, I mean! Like tomorrow! I knows ya will! Gosh, I can see
    it now. I bet you'll be the prettiest lady of 'em all! Wearin' big dresses and
    dancin' in circles at them fancy balls...
    Lissa: You really think so?
    Donnel: Heck, I know so! Prettiest lady in the whole dang world, see if you
    ain't!
    Lissa: Heh heh. Thanks, Donny.
    
    A Support
    
    Lissa: Settle down and take a seat. Professor Lissa is now instructing.
    Donnel: Er, if I'm gonna be learnin', I'd rather it was Sir Chrom teachin' me
    to fight proper. I don't mean no offense, Lissa, but--
    Lissa: Tut tut! No talking! ...And it's PROFESSOR Lissa! All right now, class.
    Open your texts to page 84.
    <Time passes>
    Donnel: Er, beggin' your pardon, Professor, but that constellation's the
    Wyvern, not the Dragon.
    Lissa: ...What?
    Donnel: Yes, ma'am. And that bright star ain't Arthentine, it's Tryffin.
    Lissa: Rgh, fine! This astronomy lesson is OVER! Just...read the book quietly
    to yourself!
    <Lissa leaves>
    Donnel: Aw, Lissa! Wait, I didn't... Dang it all. Why'd I have to go openin'
    my fool mouth?
    <Time passes>
    Lissa: That little know-it-all! Pigs'll fly before I offer to teach HIM again!
    ...Gyaaaaaah! Oh, darn it! I twisted my ankle! Aw, why did I have to storm off
    so far from camp? I...I could die out here! I'm gonna be eaten by a bear or a
    lumberjack or something!
    Donnel: Lissa? Miss Lissa, can you hear me? Where are ya, Lissa?
    Lissa: D-Donny?! Over here! I'm here, Donny!
    Donnel: Oh, thank goodness. I was worried ya... Huh? What's up with yer leg,
    Lissa?
    Lissa: I sort of...twisted my ankle...
    Donnel: Lemme have a look at that... Pig slop! There ain't no "sort of" about
    it. Ya done sprained it bad. Here, hop on m'back.
    Lissa: What? You don't have to...
    Donnel: Just hurry up and climb on! ...Er, please. There's talk'a bandits
    showin' up all over these parts, so we best skedaddle.
    Lissa: A-all right.
    Donnel: ...Hup! All right, you hang on now! I'll have us back in two shakes.
    Lissa: S-say, Donny? Were you out looking for me this whole time? ...I'm so
    sorry. I make a pretty terrible older sister.
    Donnel: Aw, that ain't true at all, Lissa. I'm just happy ya care about me.
    Yer always so nice to me and all...
    Lissa: Heh... I'd say the same thing for you, Donny.
    
    S Support
    
    Donnel: ......
    Lissa: What are you up to, Donny? And what is that? A ring?
    Donnel: Gah! L-Lissa... This, uh... I was just...
    Lissa: Wait, is that what I think it is?
    Donnel: ...Y-yes, ma'am, I reckon it is.
    Lissa: You can't!
    Donnel: Huh...?
    Lissa: Y-you're... You're not ready!
    Donnel: ...Too soon, eh?
    Lissa: I mean, sure, you're more reliable than I'd thought... And more
    knowledgeable, and kind, and able to survive on your own in the world... Wait,
    maybe you ARE ready... No, no, no! What am I saying?! A thousand times no.
    Donnel: Yeah, all right. I reckon yer just lookin' out for me. 'Sides, it's
    crazy to think a farm boy like me could be with a princess...
    Lissa: Wait, what? Donny, who are you talking about?
    Donnel: I'm sorry, Lissa. You were a little bit nice to me and I went and got
    the wrong idea. Won't mention it ever again, though, don't ya worry. I'll just
    be goin' now...
    <Donnel leaves>
    Lissa: Hey, wait! You were planning to give that to ME?
    <Donnel returns>
    Donnel: ...Yeah?
    Lissa: Augh, stupid Donny! Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, STUPID!
    Donnel: Awww! C'mon now, I done said I was sorry...
    Lissa: How can you just give up so easily?! I never said I WOULDN'T accept!
    Donnel: Huh? Then...
    Lissa: Donny, I would love to marry you!
    Donnel: Er, are ya sure? I'm just a big ol' pig slopper from the sticks...
    Lissa: I know.
    Donnel: So if ya get hitched to me, you'll be givin' up on bein' a high-class
    society lady. No more big dresses or fancy balls or them masks what make ya
    look like a cat... It'd just about kill me to take yer dreams away from ya.
    Lissa: Hee hee! This isn't the most convincing proposal, Donny. Besides, none
    of that stopped you from getting that ring for me, did it?
    Donnel: Well, no, but...
    Lissa: You're not taking anything from me. You're just giving me a new dream.
    Donnel: ...Yeah?
    Lissa: Yes. A new dream of starting a happy family with you.
    Donnel: Golly, Lissa...
    Lissa: And I can become a true lady anywhere! ...Even on a pig farm. It isn't
    about clothes or dances. It's a matter of character, integrity, and grace. I
    intend to have all of that. A true lady, a happy wife, and a good mother...
    And I couldn't be any of those things without you. So, will you help me?
    Donnel: Yee-haw! Ya bet yer life I will! Oh, I swear I'll make ya the happiest
    girl in the world!
    Lissa: You already have, Donny.
    
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    Lissa/Owain
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    C Support
    
    Owain: There's something I need to know, Mother.
    Lissa: And what's that?
    Owain: The name of your weapon.
    Lissa: My weapon? Why?
    Owain: What manner of son would I be not to know the name which guards his
    mother?! Teach me so I may whisper its sobriquet in prayer and keep you ever
    safe.
    Lissa: Oh, you meant THAT sort of name.
    Owain: ...Hmm?
    Lissa: That Holy Slayer, Saintly Dragon blah-blah kinda stuff you're always
    talking about. I was wondering if you really didn't know the word "staff"! Hee
    hee!
    Owain: ...I'm pretty sure I should be offended by both of those statements.
    But yes, that sort of name! What is it?
    Lissa: It doesn't have one.
    Owain: You've granted it no name?!
    Lissa: Right. I mean, why bother?
    Owain: MOTHER! A name confers a soul into an inanimate object and grants it
    power! It transforms a mere tool into a divine instrument possessed of
    limitless potential!
    Lissa: See? There's the blah-blah stuff I was talking about... *Sigh* I'll
    give it some thought, all right? But right now I've got to be going. Bye!
    <Lissa leaves>
    Owain: W-wait, Mother. I'd braced for an insufficiently astonishing name, but
    this is worse than I'd feared! This may require drastic measures for her own
    good...
    
    B Support
    
    Owain: Ah, there you are!
    Lissa: Wee you looking for me, honey?
    Owain: Here, have a look at these.
    Lissa: Wowzers! This is quite a list! Okay, lemme see... "Gryphonsbane Edge." 
    "Fell Balista." "Staff of Deep Hurting." ...Owain, this list goes on for 20
    pages!
    Owain: Twenty-six. And if you don't find one you like, I can always whip up
    more.
    Lissa: Choose them for what? What am I even looking at here?
    Owain: Names! ..Er, for your armament.
    Lissa: What? Don't you think these are a little overblown for a run-of-the-
    mill weapon?!
    Owain: There's nothing run of the mill about it! At the point that it's YOU
    wielding it, a weapon deserves a name no less grand!
    Lissa: Hmm, yeah, I think I'll pass. These just aren't me.
    Owain: But without a name, your weapon will forever remain some mundane
    object! How can I rely on a mere tool to keep you safe in the heat of battle?
    Lissa: AWWW!
    Owain: Wh-what? What did I say?
    Lissa: Oh, Owain, you sweet boy! Let Mama give you a hug!
    Owain: Waugh! L-let go! You're choking me!
    Lissa: Aww, I had it wrong this whole time. You were just worried about me,
    weren't you? That's my boy! You are just the sweetest son in the world!
    *smooch*
    Owain: S-still...choking...
    Lissa: All right, Owain, I'll do it! I'll think up a name!
    Owain: But I've already come up with a whole list here...
    Lissa: Whoops! I almost forgot that Chrom asked me to come see him. You be
    good now, honey! And thanks again!
    <Lissa leaves>
    Owain: Mother, wait! Honestly, she never listens. It's like she's off in her
    own little fantasy world! Hard to believe we're related...
    
    A Support
    
    Lissa: Owain!
    Owain: Yes, Mother?
    Lissa: I've got it! I picked one!
    Owain: One...what?
    Lissa: A name! For my weapon!
    Owain: Ah, right! Well, let's hear it! No doubt it joins your quiet grace with
    your fiery strength and iron resolve!
    Lissa: Owain!
    Owain: Yes?
    Lissa: No, that's the name. ...Owain.
    Owain: Mother, that's MY name.
    Lissa: I know, silly! It's the name of that which I value most in the whole
    wide world! What better name could there be?
    Owain: Yes, but won't that get a little... I don't know, confusing? I just
    don't think it's a good idea.
    Lissa: Awww...
    Owain: If you would draw out your weapon's full potential, its name needs
    more...oomph.
    Lissa: I think Owain has PLENTY of oomph! It's got oomph up to HERE! It's...
    Wait a minute! Are you saying you don't like your name?!
    Owain: No, no, I'm not saying that at all...
    Lissa: *Sniff* F-fine, then! Fine! Just tear my heart out and stomp on it, why
    don't you? Imagine, a son rejecting the name his mom poured her heart and soul
    into choosing!
    Owain: No, Mother, would you PLEASE just listen?
    Lissa: Well, fine, then. Call yourself whatever you like. I'll get THIS Owain
    to protect me. THIS Owain will never turn on me. THIS Owain will never leave
    my side! Even if it snaps in half!
    Owain: AUGH, STOP! Don't even TALK about a weapon named after me breaking!
    Look, I'll protect you, okay? I promise. Now just, PLEASE stop!
    Lissa: You will?! Oh, that's so sweet, honey! C'mere, you!
    Owain: Gah, just p-please stop...hugging too tight... C-can't breathe...
    Lissa: All right, well, if you insist, I'll stop trying to name my weapon,
    then. Tee hee. There's no need, now that I have you to protect me! Isn't that
    right, dear?
    Owain: Why do I feel like I've just been had...?
    Lissa: I would never dream of it, sweetheart. And I promise I'll be right
    there to rescue you when you're in trouble, too. We don't need fancy names or
    divine power, Son, we just need each other.
    
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    Frederick                                                                [FRE]
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    Frederick/Robin(M)
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    Please see Robin(M)/Frederick.
    
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    Frederick/Robin(F)
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    Please see Robin(F)/Frederick.
    
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    Frederick/Chrom
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    Please see Chrom/Frederick.
    
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    Frederick/Lissa
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    Please see Lissa/Frederick.
    
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    Frederick/Virion
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    C Support
    
    Frederick: That's quite the handsome blade you carry, Virion.
    Virion: Ah, you've a discerning eye, Frederick. Yes, it is rather nice, isn't
    it? Elegant... Sophisticated... A perfect match for its owner! Why, its
    almost--
    Frederick: The hilt bears the sigil of House Claive.
    Virion: Yes, but you interrupted me.
    Frederick: Apologies. ...But it's been troubling me for some time now. Just
    how is it you came to hold a dagger from one of Ylisse's high noble houses?
    Virion: I enjoyed a brief but fruitful collaboration with the Claives once
    upon a time. Well, specifically with one young and VERY beautiful Claive...
    She gave me this blade as a token of our everlasting...friendship.
    Frederick: I see. And when exactly did you find the time to foster such a
    bond?
    Virion: Ah, my dear naive Frederick. Not all bonds take equal time to form,
    you know! Some are forged in a lifetime, while others spring to life in a
    moment. ...Others still take but one very good night.
    Frederick: ......
    Virion: Oh, please! Spare me the pious air... But...is that yet a hint of...
    envy I see as well? Ha! Well, permit me to explain... It is my avocation to
    grant noble ladies a brief respite from their dreary lives. And I know of no
    better way to do so than by romance's sweet perfume. But I always acted the
    gentleman! No harm befell their honor or reputation.
    Frederick: Oh, that was never my concern. Ylisse's noble houses are built of
    sturdier stuff than one dandy's escapades can shake.
    Virion: Tell me, sir... Do you always smile so as you twist the blade in a
    fellow's gut? Yes, well. You wondered at the history of my blade, and now
    curiosity is slaked. If that's quite all, this dandy shall leave you to savor
    your unshakable honor.
    <Virion leaves>
    Frederick: ...Avocation, he says. Heh. Quite the hobby. Yet I bet he has made
    many other powerful allies through such trysts. Dandy or no, the man is sly.
    Methinks he merits watching...
    
    B Support
    
    Frederick: He's gone, Virion.
    Virion: I-is he, then? Phew! That's a relief. My apologies for the bother. To
    think that poor fool would trudge all this way for a mere handful of coins.
    Frederick: One would need hands of freakish size indeed to cradle that much
    gold. Pray tell, how does a fellow even begin to create such a vast amount of
    debt?
    Virion: My dear sir, there are a thousand ways. ...Preferably all accomplished
    at once.
    Frederick: I'll ask no more. Besides, there's another matter I'm more curious
    about.
    Virion: Indeed?
    Frederick: Before he left, that man offered to finance our efforts here. ...I
    declined.
    Virion: Mmm, yes. Probably for the best.
    Frederick: This doesn't strike you as odd? I just saw a man track down his
    debtor only to offer his companions additional coin. In what world is that not
    madness?
    Virion: It seems perfectly logical to me. Should something untoward happen
    before I repay him, the debt dies with me. It's well within his interests to
    ensure I survive this bloody mess.
    Frederick: You racked up a debt so large it ties his welfare to yours...? I've
    not the capacity to determine if such actions are genius or madness. You're
    cunning fit to shame a fox, Virion.
    Virion: Ha ha! Oh, you flatter me, sir! ...But do go on.
    Frederick: Mark my words, fox! If your skulking about ever comes to be a
    burden on Chrom--
    Virion: Yes, yes, you'll have my skin for a stole. I'm well aware. I happen to
    be fond of my skin, so I give my word no ill shall come from my deeds.
    Frederick: Keep your word and you'll keep your skin.
    
    A Support
    
    Frederick: Virion.
    Virion: Ah, Frederick. And what deeply personal matter will you be prying into
    today, mmm?
    Frederick: Perhaps we could talk about a large anonymous donation we just
    recieved? I've no doubt you played a part in that. ...And in truth, we badly
    needed it. Permit me to offer my thanks, and Chrom's in his stead.
    Virion: You are quite welcome. I was confident a clever fellow like you would
    catch on! I doubted Chrom would have accepted if I made the offer openly.
    Especially considering the...less-than-immaculate origin of the goods.
    Frederick: Hence the anonymous donation.
    Virion: Rather genius, wouldn't you say? Elegant! Sophisticated! A perfect
    match for--
    Frederick: But no one will ever know it was you.
    Virion: Yes, but you're interrupting again. We've had this chat, Frederick!
    Ah, well. I suppose there's a kind of rustic charm to your enthusiasm.
    Frederick: ...My apologies. But I can't help think that giving so much without
    recompense is unlike you.
    Virion: You wound me, sir! And besides, I haven't come up empty handed. I said
    I was confident you'd catch on, Frederick, and I meant it. So now you are in
    my debt.
    Frederick: Ah, there's the rub! And just what would you ask of me in return?
    Virion: When the fighting is over, peace will return to my land. And I plan to
    enlist the help of Ylisse in rebuilding it. I suspect Chrom would agree
    without my resorting to such tricks, but... Well, a clever man takes no
    chances. With you there to convince him, I'd say the matter is settled, mmm?
    Frederick: Unbelievable. You're already planning beyond this campaign?
    Virion: You'd do well to do the same! Chrom boasts an archer of my caliber 
    and a warrior of yours among his ranks... The man could scarcely lose if he
    tried.
    Frederick: A taste of the same flattery you use on the noble ladies, no doubt
    Still, we have no choice but to give our all. That much is true. Let's pray
    our combined efforts are enough.
    Virion: I'm perfectly confident in my portion of the bargain, Frederick. Just
    see that you hold up your end!
    Frederick: I was about to say the same.
    
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    Frederick/Sully
    ---------------
    
    C Support
    
    Sully: There you are, Frederick! I thought you might be up for a little
    sparring.
    Frederick: Certainly, Sully. ...All right, you may strike whenever you are
    ready.
    Sully: Get ready for a whuppin'! Hiiiiiii-YA!
    <Clang>
    Frederick: Mmm... Good technique and excellent form. However, it is my turn...
    <Stab>
    Sully: Gah!
    Frederick: Are you all right?
    Sully: Oh, yeah! Just peachy! Thanks! Er, think I'm going to yield, though.
    ......
    Frederick: Is something the matter?
    Sully: Just wondering how you beat me so easily, is all.
    Frederick: I would hardly call such a match "easy."
    Sully: Yeah, but I never lose to anybody!
    Frederick: Sometimes these things are a simple matter of chance.
    Sully: Hmm... Well, thanks for the practice. I'll let you know once I've honed
    my edge a bit.
    Frederick: I look forward to it.
    
    B Support
    
    Frederick: You weren't your usual self in that last fight, Sully. If something
    is bothering you, I'm happy to hear it.
    Sully: I can't figure out how the hell you beat me when we sparred! That's
    what's wrong!
    Frederick: Good heavens. That was days ago... Is there really any need to
    compete? We fight for the same cause.
    Sully: Yeah, but it... I don't know. It was as if I KNEW you were going to
    beat me. I've never had that feeling with anyone else. ...Never.
    Frederick: When you first joined the Shepherds, I was the one who taught you.
    Perhaps that has something to do with it.
    Sully: Ha! I remember... I came in thinking I could mop the floor with all of
    you. And I might have until you showed up! You didn't look like much back
    then, but you beat the crap out of me.
    Frederick: I wouldn't way I beat the... *ahem* Yes, well. I suppose it was a
    rite of passage of sorts.
    Sully: I didn't sleep for days after that... I was just so damn angry.
    Frederick: Perhaps this is the cause of your current consternation. When
    master and student first fight, the student naturally stands no chance. The
    perception that one's teacher is unbeatable can be difficult to shake.
    Sully: So I can't beat now because you beat the crap out of me when I was 15?
    Frederick: That doesn't sound quite so honorable whe you say it in that
    manner...
    
    A Support
    
    Sully: Did you see me out there today, Frederick?
    Frederick: Truly impresive work! It seems you've made a breakthrough.
    Sully: It's thanks to what you said before. I've always felt like I needed to
    be better than everyone, you know? If there was one person better than me at
    anything, I considered it a failing. And when I couldn't beat you, I let it
    get into my head in a big way.
    Frederick: There is a certain strength in such a mind-set, methinks.
    Sully: I admit, it made me strong back then. But now it's just holding me
    back. I didn't train all these years to beat you. I've trained to be someone
    you can rely on as an equal.
    Frederick: And you have grown into a fine soldier. I fear nothing when you are
    by my side.
    Sully: When I stopped to really see how I felt, it was pretty obvious. Anyway,
    it's all thanks to your teaching. So...thanks.
    Frederick: You are a student no more, Sully, but a master in your own right.
    From this day on, we fight as equals.
    Sully: You're damn right we do!
    
    S Support
    
    Sully: Hmm...
    Frederick: Something on your mind, Sully?
    Sully: Just thinking about why I couldn't beat you the last time we sparred.
    Frederick: I thought you'd already found your answer.
    Sully: Yeah, I thought so too, but... Well, now I'm not so sure. See, I don't
    think it's because you were my teacher.
    Frederick: No? Then what is it?
    Sully: When I'm around you, I get...clumsy. I can't focus like I need to. I'd
    never felt that way with anybody else before, so I didn't know what it was.
    But it's not because you taught me. ...It's because...I love you.
    Frederick: ......
    Sully: I know that's big news to dump on you out of nowhere. But I can't move
    forward until I deal with all this crap. So, um... What do you think?
    Frederick: In truth, I also wondered if that might have something to do with
    it. And so I prepared this gift for just such an occasion.
    Sully: ...Oh, Frederick! It's a ring with my name on it!
    Frederick: I'd planned to give it to you once this war was over.
    Sully: I just can't believe it! I mean, me? Really? But I"m so...
    Frederick: Strong? Brave? Intelligent? Yes, Sully. You are all of that and
    more.
    Sully: Okay, my heart is pretty much just sunbeams and puppies right now. And
    I never say cute crap like that, so you KNOW it's serious!
    Frederick: I feel the same...albeit with perhaps less flair for the dramatic.
    Sully, my love, will you be my sunbeam?
    Sully: Only if you'll be my puppy!
    Frederick: ...... That was embarassing.
    Sully: Er, yeah. It was... Let's go spar!
    
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    Frederick/Miriel
    ----------------
    
    C Support
    
    Soldier: Hiyuuurgh!
    Frederick: HMPH!
    <Stab>
    Soldier: Gah! H-how did you block that?!
    Frederick: You are not using your strength wisely. Too much wasted movement.
    Go and practice what I taught you.
    Soldier: Sir! Thank you, sir!
    <Soldier leaves>
    Frederick: Ah...
    Miriel: Frederick.
    Frederick: Miriel. What brings you here?
    Miriel: Fascinating... I was convinced that young lad had you dead to rights.
    But when his blow was about to land, you parried with the merest flick of your
    arm. Such a feat would seem to defy all natural laws. What is your secret? To 
    what forbidden dark arts are you privy?
    Frederick: If you saw my arm move, then your eye is sharper than most. When my
    master-at-arms first showed me the technique, I did not see as much.
    Miriel: A woman of science is first and foremost an observer.
    Frederick: Ah! And a keen eye is a fine weapon. But I don't think you came
    here to discuss swordplay.
    Miriel: On that count, you are wrong. I want you to teach me that move.
    Frederick: It is no easy trick to learn.
    Miriel: I am a patient woman.
    Frederick: Very well. Shall we begin?
    
    B Support
    
    Frederick: Hold the lance motionless, as a heron hunting a fish. The tip
    cannot waver.
    Miriel: ...Yes.
    Frederick: HYAAAR!
    Miriel: Ah!
    Frederick: Good. The lance did not move at all. You have a steady hand and
    strong nerve.
    Miriel: You moved so fast I had no time to react. I would have thought that
    impossible. ...And look! You cleaved the lance in twain with naught but a
    blunt wooden staff. Yet my hands felt no impact. It's as if the lance split of
    its own accord.
    Frederick: 'Tis the result of many factors: speed, muscle control, and the
    flow of power. These same skills allowed me to throw that young soldier
    earlier.
    Miriel: How can you possibly compute all those factors in such a short time?
    Frederick: A soldier does not...compute. A soldier acts on instinct and
    training.
    Miriel: Instinct? But man is a rational animal, gifted with a keen mind.
    Frederick: Minds are a hindrance in the brief moment between life and death.
    Yes, you use intelligence before a battle and during training... But in
    combat, you must let instinct rule. You must learn how to FEEL!
    Miriel: This is a most remarkable ability.
    Frederick: With hard work and training, anyone can do the same.
    Miriel: Even I?
    Frederick: Of course! A keen observer such as yourself will learn faster than
    most. I might even wager that you are better equipped than I for such things.
    Miriel: That is most encouraging.
    Frederick: I have some special exercises that may help you develop your
    instincts. Perhaps you would allow me to show you. ...That is, if you are
    free.
    Miriel: I am always free for the pursuit of knowledge.
    
    A Support
    
    Miriel: Frederick, are you certain I need to continue this training?
    Frederick: Does some aspect of it concern you?
    Miriel: To be honest, I'm coming to doubt the efficacy of your methods. I've
    collected flowers, fished in the river, and been chased by bees. Shall we
    paint with our fingers next? Or perhaps bake pies crafted from loam?
    Frederick: Of course not! Our next lesson involves spending the night around a
    campfire. Doing so will nurture your instincts by exposing you to different 
    stimuli.
    Miriel: I believe I've experienced quite enough stimuli already. Surely I'm in
    touch with my instinctive side by now?
    Frederick: You don't want to do the campfire? But I was so looking forward to
    it... I even collected crowberries and honeycombs for roasting.
    Miriel: I believe I'm ready for more advanced studies. I ken now how you
    performed that trick, and I'm more instinctive as well. My current problem,
    however, is one of detachment.
    Frederick: I'm not entirely sure I understand, milady.
    Miriel: I have been fighting alongside Chrom for some time now. And I consider
    my fellow Shepherds to be most stalwart comrades. But even after all our
    shared hardships, I don't feel true friendship. I want to experience this
    connection, Frederick. ...Specifically, with you. If what you say is true,
    feelings of friendship will make me stronger in battle.
    Frederick: W-well, if you think it would help... Er, of course. I'd happily be
    your friend.
    Miriel: Thank you, Frederick.
    
    S Support
    
    Frederick: Miriel? How go your observations on the nature of friendship?
    Miriel: Well enough, I suppose. But there has been an unexpected obstacle.
    Frederick: Do tell.
    Miriel: My heightened feelings have created an emotion akin to avarice.
    Increasingly, I wish to spend all your time with me and no other. Indeed, when
    I see you with certain people, I grow almost...enraged. Tell me: Is this a
    normal reaction when friendship blossoms between two people?
    Frederick: I see... Miriel, do these feelings of "avarice" occur when I speak
    to a man?
    Miriel: ...Interesting. They do not.
    Frederick: But if I speak to a woman?
    Miriel: I wish to pull out her hair in the manner of an angry cat.
    Frederick: Oh. Well, I'm afraid this might be a symptom of something quite
    serious.
    Miriel: And yet you are smiling. Why?
    Frederick: Because, my good lady, I have just the medicine to cure what ails
    you.
    Miriel: A ring? What manner of talisman is this? I pray I'm not meant to
    swallow it.
    Frederick: No. You place it on your finger.
    Miriel: This treatment is oddly similar to a marriage ritual I once read
    about.
    Frederick: As always, your keen eyes miss nothing. ...I am proposing to you.
    Miriel: Fascinating... I suppose I must assess my feelings before giving you
    an answer?
    Frederick: Er, that is...customary, yes. But unless I'm mistaken, I think you
    have strong feelings for me. Friendship between men and women often turns to
    love. And when love blossoms, so does its wicked twin, jealousy.
    Miriel: ...Jealousy.
    Frederick: I know this because I suffer from the same curse! Seeing you in
    conversation with other men is like a dagger in my heart.
    Miriel: And this ring is the only cure?
    Frederick: The only cure I'm willing to try.
    Miriel I see... I... I do believe I love you, Frederick...
    Frederick: If you were to marry me, Miriel, I promise to give you joy every
    day of your life.
    Miriel: Then marry you I shall!
    
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    Frederick/Sumia
    ---------------
    
    C Support
    
    Sumia: Frederick! What are you doing up so early?
    Frederick: Good morning, Sumia. I''m inspecting everyone's weapons and armor
    to ensure all is ready for battle.
    Sumia: But it's not even dawn yet! Don't you ever sleep?
    Frederick: I have sworn to sreve Chrom and the Shepherds to the best of my
    ability. As commander, Chrom bears a burden far heavier than any of ours. It
    would ill behoove me to neglect any oppportunity to lessen that load.
    Sumia: He's fortunate to have you. Imagine getting up this early just to check
    gear!
    Frederick: I did not stir this morn simply to satisfy myself as to our battle
    readiness. I also exercised, performed a number of weapon drills, and
    patrolled the camp. I then stoked the fire, readied the makings for morning
    tea, and consumed one egg.
    Sumia: Er...
    Frederick: Oh, and I scared off a noisy flock of birds nesting too near
    milord's tent. Then, with no other pressing task, I took the time to inspect
    our equipment.
    Sumia: Good heavens.
    Frederick: Apologies, my lady. You must find my prattle to be terribly dull. I
    have often been criticized for what some consider to be an excess of zeal.
    Such devotion appears to make my comrades uneasy.
    Sumia: Well, I think it's wonderful!
    Frederick: ...You do?
    Sumia: Absolutely! You're an inspiration, Frederick. There's no other word for
    it. Look at all you do for Chrom! It makes me wish I was more like you. I'm so
    sick of being the girl whose main contribution is falling on her face! I know
    we all need levity in these times, but I would still prefer to do more.
    Frederick: I don't know what to say. You're the first person who has ever
    understood what I'm trying to do. Perhaps we should join our causes to each
    other. We could be the grease that keeps the Shepherds running smoothly.
    Sumia: Now THAT is a splendid idea!
    
    B Support
    
    Sumia: I'm so sorry, Frederick!
    Frederick: I-it's quite all right, milady. I suppose it is a bit complicated
    the first time.
    Sumia: But I can't believe I got lost patrolling the camp. So embarrassing!
    And I don't know HOW I managed to drop that potion. That...expensive potion.
    Although you did agree the broom was worn out before it broke, so that's
    probably... Oh gosh, and the fire! I'm SO SORRY about the fire! You have a
    spare tent, right?
    Frederick: Yes, well, look on the bright side: you did a splendid job pulling
    weeds. I don't see a single straggler in this entire camp!
    Sumia: Well, I always like making little chains and bracelets out of flowers!
    Frederick: ...Er, you did just pluck weeds, yes? Not the flowers from the
    flowerbeds?
    Sumia: Flower...beds? Oh, HORSE PLOP! It's true! All I'm good for is falling
    on my face! I'm going to go back to bed and pull the covers over my head.
    Frederick: Please, milady, no! You mustn't give up!
    Sumia: B-but...
    Frederick: The most important part of any battle is that you give your all.
    Everything you did today was out of consideration for your fellow Shepherds.
    And if the results were less than optimal? Well, it's not the worst thing in
    the world. So long as you strive to help people, success will eventually find 
    its way to you.
    Sumia: Oh, Frederick! If you really think so, then I promise not to give up!
    Perhaps I could make little flower necklaces for everyone!
    Frederick: ...Please don't.
    
    A Support
    
    Frederick: Hmm... What to do, what to do...
    Sumia: Hello, Frederick. Is something wrong?
    Frederick: Ah, Sumia. Yes, something IS wrong! This horse escaped the paddock
    during the night. I managed to catch it by the bridle, but the foul beast
    refuses to be led back!
    Sumia: Oh, is that all? Here, let me try.
    Frederick: No, milady, it's too dangerous! The brute is practically frothing
    at the mouth!
    Sumia: Oh, don't be silly... There, what a nice horsey... Shhhhhh... Auntie
    Sumia won't hurt you, I promise. But if you stay out here, the wolves might
    get you. Let's go back to your friends.
    Frederick: By the nine heavens! It's moving!
    Sumia: We'll be fine, Frederick. I'll make sure this brave guy gets back safe.
    Frederick: You have a gift, milady. I thought the creature would die on this
    very spot.
    Sumia: Oh, he just needed some encouragement is all. It's kind of like how you
    aid and motivate Chrom! Humans and horses both need friends to lean on
    sometimes.
    Frederick: Still, you performed a great service, and I am in your debt.
    Sumia: Oh, really, it's not a big--
    Frederick: Do not be modest, milady! I might have wrestled that beast all day
    without you!
    Sumia: Yes, possibly. Except, well, the thing is... See, last night, I fed the
    horses. And you know the latch on the gate? The one you're supposed to close?
    Weeell, there's a teensy-tinesy possibility I might have left it...kind of...
    open.
    Frederick: By the gods! So it was you who let this demon beast free!
    
    S Support
    
    Sumia: Frederick! I've been meaning to thank you! You're the one who polished
    my armor to such a lovely sheen, right?
    Frederick: I...wasn't sure you noticed.
    Sumia: Of course I noticed! My plate and weapons have never looked so good...
    Why, I glittered like a lighthouse on my ride today! ...I actually felt
    pretty.
    Frederick: You are always beautiful to me, Sumia. In truth, I've eyes for no
    one else.
    Sumia: Hee hee! Not even Chrom?
    Frederick: 'Tis no laughing matter, milady! I serve Chrom because I have sworn
    to do so. He is my lord and master. But when in your presence, I cannot tear
    my eyes from you. I am captivated! True, at first it was because I feared you
    might blunder into a nearby tree... But soon I found myself gazing at you
    whenever the opportunity permitted.
    Sumia: Oh, Frederick...
    Frederick: Please, milady. Would you do me the honor of accepting this gift?
    Sumia: ...This is the most beautiful ring I've ever seen, Frederick. Does it
    mean what I think it means?
    Frederick: My heart is yours, milady. Now and forever, if you would only but
    claim it.
    Sumia: But why? I'm so inept at everything! Weeding, fire starting, wagon
    repair...
    Frederick: None of that matters, so long as you are by my side!
    Sumia: I just can't imagine... Gods, this ring is so shiny. You must have
    polished it for days. Frederick, this is the nicest thing that anyone has ever
    done for me...
    Frederick: You deserve it and more. Were that I could, I would present you
    with the moon herself.
    Sumia: I don't want the moon, Frederick. I just want you! So yes! Yes and yes
    and yes again! You've made me the happiest woman alive!
    
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    Frederick/Maribelle
    -------------------
    
    C Support
    
    Maribelle: Hmm...
    Frederick: Ah, Maribelle. I hope you are well.
    Maribelle: Yes, thank you, Frederick. It's good that you're here; I wanted to
    talk to you. Is it true what they say? That you're a professionally trained
    steward?
    Frederick: A steward? Gracious, no. I wouldn't have a clue about such work. I
    am a knight, milady.
    Maribelle: Oh? That's not what I heard. But I suppose rumors have a way of...
    Er, what are you doing?
    Frederick: I am laying out Princess Lissa's garments for the morrow.
    Maribelle: ...That seems like something a steward might do.
    Frederick: I suppose. But I only do so if I have spare time after...killing
    and such.
    Maribelle: And what will you do after you finish laying out these garments?
    Frederick: I shall check on the dinner preparations and then plan tomorrow's
    menu.
    Maribelle: You ARE a steward!
    Frederick: My good lady, while some of my duties may resemble those of a
    steward, I assure you--
    Maribelle: I have spent a lifetime in noble houses, and you, sir, are a
    steward! Serving tea? Dusting china? Polishing the good silver? You are most
    definitely a--
    Frederick: I AM NOT A STEWARD! ...I just like things to be neat and tidy.
    Maribelle: Well, you're terribly good at it. So perhaps you would come to my
    manor and instruct my staff?
    Frederick: Milady, I don't think--
    Maribelle: Frankly, it's impossible to get good help these days! Our head
    steward is so old, and he's off with the gout nearly every other day. Now, we
    don't want to work the poor man to death--just think of the scandal! But a
    house can't maintain itself, and what will we do when he kicks the bucket?
    Frederick: ...Your sympathy is touching.
    Maribelle: Eventually yes, we'll have to put our poor old steward out to
    pasture. But I would consider it a personal favor if you trained our young
    staff in the interim. I'm sure there are so many things you could teach them!
    ...This is just until we have a new man in place, of course.
    Frederick: Milady, for the last time, I am a knight! I am not, nor have I ever
    been, a ste--
    Maribelle: Fine! Then just show them how to tidy up or whatever it is you do
    around here! You teach recruits how to fight, yes? This is the same, except
    you fight filth.
    Frederick: Well, yes. It's true that I help instruct the younger Shepherds... 
    But they are the best and brightest of the realm, and I merely offer advice.
    Maribelle: Oh, good heavens You couldn't POSSIBLY make this any more
    complicated! Fine then. Why don't YOU teach ME so I can teach THEM?
    Frederick: Teach...you, milady?
    Maribelle: I'm nothing if not best and bright! So, yes. You shall teach me
    tidiness. And once I've learned your secrets, I can put our manor back to
    order myself!
    Frederick: Well, I suppose that is acceptable...
    
    B Support
    
    Frederick: Ahem! Maribelle? Milady? It's morning. Time to wake up.
    Maribelle: Unnngh...m-morning? Already? Wait one second! Where's the sun?!
    It's pitch black outside!
    Frederick: A steward's day begins before dawn. And unless I am mistaken, you
    expressed a desire to study the arts of stewardship.
    Maribelle: Ugh, yes, I did say that, didn't I? At least, I think I did...
    Frederick: Good. Then let us begin with our morning duties. A steward must
    prepare tea for the lords and ladies before they wake.
    Maribelle: *YAAAAAAWN* I'm SOOO tired... But I suppose I can manage to boil
    a-- Oh, blast! The stupid kettle fell over!
    Frederick: Then please boil the water again. And this time, do so carefully.
    Now, as you have wasted a pot of your master's finest tea, what do you say?
    Maribelle: Really, now! This is simply... Oh, all right! I'm sorry for
    spilling the stupid tea and blah blah whatever.
    Frederick: UNACCEPTABLE! ...Now then. Try it again, this time like you mean
    it.
    Maribelle: *Grumble, grumble* Oh, dearest Lord Frederick, please forgive my
    clumsiness! It shall never happen again! (...Because next time I'll spill it
    on your stupid head.)
    Frederick: I shall assume your mumbling was all aboveboard. Now then! We must
    prepare the silverware. Today you are in charge of spoons.
    Maribelle: ...Who does he think he is, making me polish cutlery? I'm a LADY! I
    ought to polish that lance of his and cram it up his... Here you are, milord!
    All done, milord! Does the shininess please milord?
    Frederick: ...... UNACCEPTABLE! I want to see my reflection on the surface.
    ...Start again.
    Maribelle: GRRRRRRRRR!
    
    A Support
    
    Frederick: Ah, Maribelle! Up early, I see.
    Maribelle: You know, once you get used to it, this early morning lark isn't so
    bad.
    Frederick: Excellent. Shall we proceed with our training, then? First you must
    boil the tea, and then I have a chest of silverware that needs polishing.
    Maribelle: Wait, Frederick! Let me take that.
    Frederick: Excuse me?
    Maribelle: It's just... I'm worried about the foot you hurt in battle the
    other day. You should be trying to rest.
    Frederick: Well, I concede the injury is troubling me somewhat... Frankly, I'm
    flattered you noticed. No one else has.
    Maribelle: It's thanks to the steward training you've been kind enough to give
    me. I spot details like that all the time now. ...Well then, milord? Tea?
    Frederick: My, but this tea is excellent! Are you using a new leaf?
    Maribelle: It's a special vulnerary concoction for your foot. I spoke to the
    apothecary last night, and he said it came highly recommended.
    Frederick: Why, Maribelle...
    Maribelle: Y-yes?
    Frederick: You have taken my lessons to heart and understand the true spirit
    of service!
    Maribelle: Do you think so?
    Frederick: I may not be a steward, but I constantly to strive to be a better
    knight. Consideration for others... Willingness to assist any in need... I
    speak, of course, of the spirit of service that is at the core of chivalry.
    Maribelle: I never made the connection...
    Frederick: Weaponry and horsemanship can be taught to any capable of swinging
    a blade. But the spirit of chivalry comes from within! Maribelle, you have
    shown that you understand what it means to serve others.
    Maribelle: Frederick, I'm...honored that you think so. I'm going to keep up my
    training and never forget your lessons!
    Frederick: Good! Nothing pleases me more than inspiring a love of service!
    Maribelle: Oh, you WILL continue to give me lessons, won't you, Frederick?
    Frederick: If that is what you wish, milady.
    
    S Support
    
    Frederick: How do you find it?
    Maribelle: It's delicious, Frederick! You do make a wonderful cup of
    elderberry tea.
    Frederick: And yet it hardly compares to your own brew, Maribelle.
    Marebelle: Frederick, dear. I've been thinking... When this beastly war is
    over, are you sure you won't consider coming to the manor?
    Frederick: B-but we had an arrangement. You were to teach your domestic
    staff...
    Maribelle: Yes, I know. But the more I think about it, the more I realize it
    simply MUST be you. ...Please? Not even for a short while? Because then we
    could... Well, you see... We could be together more often.
    Frederick: Together as servant and lady? No. I must refuse.
    Maribelle: Do you hate me, Frederick? ...Am I so awful to look upon?
    Frederick: In truth, I have grown...very fond of you. More, perhaps, than you
    suspect.
    Maribelle: Wh-what do you mean?
    Frederick: So fond, in fact, that I would be willing to join your household on
    one condition... That you make me your husband! Maribelle, my love! Will you
    do me the honor?
    Maribelle: Is that a ring? For ME?! Gods, it's beautiful!
    Frederick: The stone is modest, but I polished it until it shone as radiant as
    you, milady. Won't you please accept it?
    Maribelle: Oh, Frederick... Of COURSE I will!
    
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    Frederick/Panne
    ---------------
    
    C Support
    
    Frederick: Great paladin's helm! What manner of beast is that? Ah, hold. It's
    only Panne. ...But why is she prowling about in beast form? And why is she
    charging me?! BACK, FOUL BEAST! BACK, LEST MY SWORD TASTE YOUR--
    Panne: *Pant, pant* F-finally! You are a hard one to catch, man-spawn.
    Frederick: Why did you chase me down in beast form? I feared you were planning
    to eat me whole!
    Panne: Running on four legs is much faster. ...Did I scare you?
    Frederick: A knight does not know fear. ...This was more like surprise. Or
    perhaps alarm.
    Panne: Lies! I hear your heart race even now! You were scared as a newborn
    pup. It is all right. You do not need to pretend for my sake. I have grown
    used to fear and ignorance from your kind.
    Frederick: You mistake me, good lady. I hold no fear of the taguel. Behold
    what is in front of your eyes: are we not conversing as equals?
    Panne: If this is true, then why were you scared?
    Frederick: When I was but a young boy, I lived in a small village in the
    hills. One day I wandered into the forest, where I was set upon by a mountain
    wolf. My wounds were most grievous...many in the village doubted I would
    survive. When you came running, you reminded me of the beast that attacked me
    and... I apologize, good lady. I did not mean to offend with my actions.
    Panne: I'm sorry, Frederick. I had no intention to remind you of such things.
    Would you prefer if I avoided you on the field of battle?
    Frederick: That is unnecessary. When in combat--
    Panne: The enemy is before you and you lose all fear, yes? Spoken like a
    warrior.
    Frederick: Yes. Although if you could avoid moving, that might help.
    Panne: Yes, well I am sure I cou--wait, what?!
    
    B Support
    
    Panne: All right, Frederick. I'm in animal form. Now, how is it if I stand
    over here? I'm quite a long way from you.
    Frederick: Yes. That's fine.
    Panne: Good. Now, if I come a little closer...
    Frederick: Y-yes, that's fine. ...I think.
    Panne: And if I move a liiittle biiit cloooser...
    Frederick: BEGONE, FOUL SHE-WITCH!
    Panne: Ah. This appears to be the point where fear enters your veins.
    Frederick: S-so it would seem. ...Er, and apologies once again. That reminds
    me: The other day you came to ask me a question. What was it?
    Panne: Mmm... I do not remember.
    Frederick: Blast. My craven reaction is the reason you cannot recall.
    Panne: It cannot be important if I forgot so easily. But I have a new
    question: What will you do with this fear of yours? Will you live in terror of
    animals for the rest of your days?
    Frederick: If I knew of some way to cure it, good lady, I would not hesitate
    to do so.
    Panne: Perhaps I can help.
    Frederick: T-truly?
    Panne: Your friends accepted me into their warren, and one good deed deserves
    another.
    Frederick: That is a very kind gesture. ...Very well. I accept whatever aid
    you may provide.
    Panne: I hope you are prepared...
    
    A Support
    
    Panne: All right, let's try this yet again. Now, if I stand here...
    Frederick: ...... ......... NOT ONE STEP CLOSER, FOUL NETHER CREATURE!
    Panne: I think we might be stuck.
    Frederick: I'm so very sorry. It's better than before, but I can't seem
    conquer this last bit.
    Panne: Perhaps it's time to take your treatment to the next level.
    Frederick: I'm not sure I approve of--
    Panne: The next and final level.
    Frederick: I DEFINITELY do not approve of--
    Panne: GRAAAAAAAAGH!
    <Thud>
    Frederick: *Groan* Y-you...leapt upon me...
    Panne: I had grown bored of walking around in the distance while you cursed my
    name. How are you feeling? Aren't you afraid?
    Frederick: Strangely, no. I'm not afraid at all. Gods, I've never noticed how
    soft and beautiful your fur is.
    Panne: Good. All cured.
    Frederick: Yes, yes, of course. No more fear for... Oh, look at these floppy
    ears! They're so cute!
    Panne: OWCH! Do NOT yank on my ears, man-spawn!
    Frederick: Er, yes. Dreadfully sorry, my good lady.
    
    S Support
    
    Frederick: Panne, might I have a word?
    Panne: What is it?
    Frederick: I no longer fear your animal form, and for this I owe you a great
    debt.
    Panne: Is this the part where you no longer need my services? Where you
    return me back to my rabbit hutch with an affectionate pat on the head?
    Frederick: My good lady! You mustn't say such a thing, even in jest. I am
    deeply, deeply indebted to you. And what's more I...brought you this.
    Panne: Is this... Oh ho, it IS! It's a ring! Is this the man-spawn ritual
    where you ask me to be your mate and spit on all others?
    Frederick: Er, we usually speak of it in more poetic terms, but...yes. It is.
    I am so very deeply in love with you, Panne! Would you honor me by becoming my
    wife?
    Panne: Your wife? Ha! I remember when you cowered at the sight of me! Perhaps
    I am moving up in the world. Oh, enough, Frederick. Do not make that sad face
    at me. I have grown fond of you for...some reason. And I would be proud to be
    your mate.
    Frederick: Together we have conquered fear! What could possibly stop us?!
    Panne: Heh, indeed. First, a bunny. Next, the world!
    
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    Frederick/Cordelia
    ------------------
    
    C Support
    
    Cordelia: The supplies have been unloaded, and everything is accounted for,
    sir.
    Frederick: Ah, good work. Thank you. Next, may I ask you to--
    Cordelia: Inspect the worn weapons and scrolls? Already done, sir. Oh, but I
    did have a number of questions regarding the layout of the camp.
    Frederick: ......
    Cordelia: Frederick?
    Frederick: I was just thinking how little you have changed from when I knew
    you in Ylisse. Back when you served the royal pegasus knights. Always working
    harder than everyone and finding some task that needs doing... Phila once
    confessed to me that she'd have been lost without your help. I'm convinced it
    was her intention to eventually name you her successor.
    Cordelia: Ph-Phila said that?!
    Frederick: I envied her, in truth. I've often wished that I possessed a
    successor of your caliber.
    Cordelia: Come now, Frederick, sir! You go too far. People will get the wrong
    impression if they overhear such flattery.
    Frederick: The wrong impression? ...Ah, yes. I see. Apologies, milady. I'm
    afraid I'm not as sensitive as you to how such things can be perceived.
    Cordelia: Of course not. Sometimes it feels as if every man only wishes to woo
    me...
    Frederick: Indeed, the stories of your colorful past certainly do precede you.
    Cordelia: Er, stories? What stories? ...Frederick, what stories?!
    
    B Support
    
    Frederick: Might I have a word, milady?
    Cordelia: Ah, Frederick. Of course. What is it? Why are you so fidgety? Wait,
    is this about your inexperience in matters of the heart again? Aha! You've
    come to me for love advice, haven't you?!
    Frederick: Er, n-no, milady! I assure you, my intentions are entirely
    innocent. I was hoping you'd show the new recruits how well you handle a
    spear.
    Cordelia: ...I suppose I could. But what would be the point? A common soldier
    is never going to be capable of wielding a spear the way I do.
    Frederick: No. But at the very least, I want them to experience your legendary
    skills firsthand. Then they'll understand that your skills are born of effort,
    and not a matter of luck.
    Cordelia: ...Luck? But why would they think that in the first place?
    Frederick: Well, you see... Er, how shall I put it? For mere military mortals
    such as our new recruits and myself... Well, you martial genius places you on
    an entirely different plane. So far above us, in fact, that it's difficult to
    understand how skilled you really are.
    Cordelia: Laying it on a bit thick, aren't you?
    Frederick: I'm quite sincere. It must be very difficult having talent of your
    sort. It must be frustrating to be so constantly misunderstood and
    underappreciated. For our army's morale, I think it's important that our new
    recruits understand this.
    Cordelia: ......
    Frederick: I know it's an onerous request. You have every right to refuse.
    Cordelia: Oh, no. I'll do it. In fact, I'm delighted you asked...
    Frederick: You are?
    Cordelia: I've always felt...apart from the rest of society. Like I'm in a
    different world. And when I'd complain about this or that, no one would take
    me seriously. People would say, "Oh, you're a genius. What do you have to
    complain about?" You're the first to realize that... Well, it's not easy being
    me.
    Frederick: Well, I am pleased that milady is pleased!
    Cordelia: So! Now that we've settled that, tell me all about your love life!
    Frederick: Heh, er...perhaps later? ...Much, much later?
    
    A Support
    
    Cordelia: Frederick!
    Frederick: Milady, you seem giddy with excitement... Did something fortunate
    occur?
    Cordelia: Not yet, but it's about to.
    Frederick: Oh? I'm pleased to hear that.
    Cordelia: You're always so willing to help me, aren't you? If I ask a favor?
    Frederick: If it is in my power to do so.
    Cordelia: Great! Then put your boots on. We're going out.
    Frederick: Do we need to secure more supplies?
    Cordelia: Oh, no. This is going to be MUCH more interesting than some shopping
    trip.
    Frederick: You say that with such an ominous bent! I'm starting to feel rather
    apprehensive. (...Wait. Could it be that I inadvertently insulted her the
    other day? Is she so angry at me that she is plotting to exact revenge? Ye
    gods! She's going to lure me to some dark place and stick a spear in my back!)
    Cordelia: Frederick, what ARE you mumbling about? I want us to talk about your
    love life! I know you so want to pour your heart out, but you're afraid to
    take the first step. So you and I are going to take a nice, quiet spot to see
    if we can't sort it all out.
    Frederick: Er, what?
    Cordelia: I've already picked out a place with absolutely no chance of being
    disturbed. Oh, and I made sandwiches! Mmm...
    Frederick: Ah, Cordelia. Even with all your preparation, you still made one
    fatal mistake... You failed to account for the possibility that I might refuse
    your invitation!
    Cordelia: No, I didn't. I assumed that if you refused, I'd have to eat all the
    sandwiches myself. So I made only my favorite kinds--chutney, blue cheese, and
    pickled beets.
    Frederick: I...see. Then I concede that your preparations are flawless. I
    think I have little choice but to gird myself and submit to this, er, liason.
    But only on one condition: you must first tell ME of YOUR love life.
    Cordelia: Hold on to your helm, Frederick! I've got LOTS to say!
    
    S Support
    
    Cordelia: Frederick! When ARE we going to discuss your love life?!
    Frederick: Didn't we do that already?
    Cordelia: We had that meeting at the gazebo, but you never really said
    anything!
    Frederick: Perhaps because I was unable to get a word in edgewi--
    Cordelia: Are you saying I talked the entire time?!
    Frederick: Do you even recall our conversation? ...If, indeed, it can be
    called that? You spent two hours describing in vivid detail your unrequited
    passion for Chrom. You also sobbed repeatedly and kept asking me "Why,
    Frederick?! Why?!" Then you devoured all the sandwiches and ran off with the
    picnic hamper.
    Cordelia: Er, yes. Thank you for...reminding me. But I assure you, our next
    convesation will not be nearly so shameful! This time it will be all about
    you. You'll have my undivided attention for the whole day, if that's what it
    takes.
    Frederick: Heh. Is this a solemn vow?
    Cordelia: Absolutely!
    Frederick: In that case, I shall begin my confession immediately...
    Cordelia: Goody!
    Frederick: *Ahem* Time to get down to brass tacks. No beating around the bush,
    so to speak... The truth is... *ahem* Yes, quite. Well, the truth is... I am
    in love with you.
    Cordelia: Huh?! ...Is this a jape? It is, isn't it? A silly jape! I bet 
    there's a pack of jesters waiting behind that tree to surprise me!
    Frederick: No jape, milady. Not for me.
    Cordelia: Oh. But...I thought... I mean... All this time I was asking... I had
    no idea your love troubles had anything to do with ME!
    Frederick: Yes, and I know your heart belongs to Chrom. But even so, I will
    not give up. I have no desire to speak ill of Chrom, for I am his man in all
    things. But, Cordelia, I would never give you cause to weep so bitterly as you
    have for him. I would devote my whole existence to ensuring your happiness.
    Cordelia: Why, Frederick... When you say something like that, I know that
    you're telling the truth. B-because it's how I feel, too. Day in and day out,
    I have those very same thoughts. ...Except they're for Chrom.
    Frederick: And just as you love Chrom with all your heart, so do I love you
    with mine. Here. Let this be the proof.
    Cordelia: ...An engagement ring?
    Frederick: It doesn't matter that right now your heart belongs to another.
    It's enough for me to hope that someday you'll find it in yourself to love me.
    Will you marry me, Cordelia?
    Cordelia: Oh, Frederick! This is... Yes, I will marry you!
    Frederick: You will?
    Cordelia: I know that Chrom will never love me. ...I think I've always known
    it. And frankly, I've grown weary of unrequited love. Just the thought of
    giving it up is like a weight falling from my shoulders. Oh, Frederick, thank
    you for making me face reality at last! If I promise to love only you, will 
    you make me the happiest woman in the world?
    Frederick: I swear it, milady.
    
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    Frederick/Nowi
    --------------
    
    C Support
    
    Frederick: Ah, Nowi.
    Nowi: Eeek!
    <Nowi flees>
    Frederick: Wh--?! No, wait!
    <Nowi returns>
    Nowi: Yes? What is it?
    Frederick: Why did you attempt to flee, milady? Have I done something to anger
    you?
    Nowi: Last night, I had a nightmare about my basket of fruit being stolen...
    Frederick: Ah. Yes, I see how such a thing might be... Er, except I don't. Why
    did that make you want to run away?
    Nowi: Because YOU were the thief, and I didn't want to lose any more fruit!
    Frederick: This is unfortunate. I hate to think I wronged you--dream or
    otherwise. Perhaps it would clear the air if I offered you my ration of fruit
    this evening? And I only ask one small thing in return.
    Nowi: For extra fruit, I'll do anything!
    Frederick: Well then, I was hoping we might spend more time together.
    Nowi: ...Yeah, no. That's not worth fruit. Plus you're not really my type.
    Frederick: Milady! I did NOT mean it as a proposal! What a dishonorable idea!
    ...I want you to show me your dragon might.
    Nowi: Huh? But why?
    Frederick: Opportunities to spar with a dragon are few and far between. To get
    even a taste of dragon combat would be a most valuable experience!
    Nowi: Won't you be all scared and stuff?
    Frederick: That is why I need your help. Fear of the unknown is the fear most
    dangerous.
    Nowi: I'm not sure about this...
    Frederick: ...You'd have two rations of fruit?
    Nowi: Oh, right! I almost forgot! Okay, sure!
    
    B Support
    
    Nowi: Frederick, are you all right?
    Frederick: *Groan* Y-yes, milady... Completely fine... Such a small burn... I
    c-can hardly feel it. If I just ignore it, it will heal. Eventually...
    Nowi: Are you sure? I burned off an awful lot of hair. What if it grows back
    all weird?
    Frederick: Oh. D-does it appear grievous?
    Nowi: Well, it's kind of all frizzy and spiky and sticking out. Hee hee! It's
    actually pretty funny! Hee hee hee!
    Frederick: Then we had best stop for now and give my body a chance to recover.
    This has been a very educational experience, thanks to you. I must return to
    my training while the pain of the wounds remains fresh in my mind.
    Nowi: ......
    Frederick: Are you all right, Nowi? Are you injured?
    Nowi: I'm just thinking how stupid you are! Getting yourself all hurt like
    that, with no one to look after you properly!
    Frederick: I must put myself through such trials if I am to protect everyone.
    Nowi: But why do you insist on doing it by yourself? You can ask for help!
    Frederick: What are you driving at, milady?
    Nowi: You said you were going to return to training, right? Meaning, on your
    own? But that'll make you lonely. I should know. Before I came here, I was all
    alone, too. It makes me sad to see you working and training so hard with no
    one around you.
    Frederick: Milady, you have a kind and gentle heart. But I couldn't possibly
    be lonely when those like you are thinking about my welfare.
    Nowi: So you don't feel lonely at all?
    Frederick: Not a bit. So once my wounds have healed, perhaps we can spar once
    again?
    Nowi: Sure. That'll be fun!
    
    A Support
    
    Frederick: Nowi, are you free? I was hoping we might have another sparring
    session.
    Nowi: But we just had a fight yesterday! AND the day before that!
    Frederick: Yes, but I am so close to anticipating when you unleash a breath
    attack.
    Nowi: Oh, okay. If you want to play THAT much... Why are you always so
    obsessed about getting better at fighting?
    Frederick: I must be strong so I can protect Chrom and our allies. This war
    demands no less. Also, the more I learn, the more I can pass on to the other
    Shepherds. This will reduce battlefield casualties and increase the odds of
    eventual victory.
    Nowi: And it'll make you the biggest hero ever!
    Frederick: Unlikely. And in my case, I do not do this for praise or glory. My
    only aim is to ensure that as many of my comrades as possible survive this
    war.
    Nowi: I love being praised more than ANYTHING! Don't you care about the glory
    even just a little bit?
    Frederick: I am but human, milady--any praise that comes my way is highly
    appreciated. But approbation and glory cannot by themselves be your goal.
    Nowi: Gosh, you're just like a real knight! But SOMEONE has to tell you how
    great you are--and it might as well be me! So, er... Well done, Frederick!
    Good job! You're the best knight ever!
    Frederick: Heh. Why, thank you, Nowi. You remind me of my mother.
    Nowi: Well, don't forget, I AM like several centuries older than you!
    Frederick: Yes, of course. I often forget that you are a wise, mature woman.
    Nowi: Tee hee hee! Now you're praising ME! And you do it ever so well!
    Frederick: I only speak the truth.
    Nowi: In fact, you're so good at it, I think we should spend more time
    sparring.
    Frederick: It would be my pleasure!
    
    S Support
    
    Nowi: Frederick! Let's practice some more. I'll turn into a dragon for you!
    Frederick: Now this is unusual--normally, it is I who challenges you to
    battle. Has something piqued your interest in our training sessions?
    Nowi: Not really. I just decided that you and me should practice together more
    often. See, when you try hard, I always remember to praise you and say how
    brave you are. Even if no one else appreciates all your hard work, I want to
    make sure I do. And, another thing. When you take a day off, I want to take a
    day off with you! Then we can keep each other company, and neither of us will
    ever be alone. We'll get stronger, we'll be able to help out Chrom more, and
    it'll be fun!
    Frederick: But then we would be spending nearly every waking moment together.
    Nowi: ...You don't hate me, do you? Please say you don't! Because I don't hate
    you! In fact, I really, really, REALLY like you!
    Frederick: I like you, too, Nowi.
    Nowi: No! I don't mean that kind of like. I mean, I LIKE YOU like you.
    Frederick: ...Ah.
    Nowi: I love how you're always working so hard for others, even when you're
    tired. Plus I love how you're always thinking of ways to protect people. It
    makes ME want to protect YOU! So, um, do you like me? Like, as a woman and all
    that? 'Cause if you feel about me like I do for you, I...I want you to tell
    me. Please, Frederick! Don't keep me in suspense!
    Frederick: After such a forthright confession, it would ill behoove me not to
    answer in kind. In truth, I was planning to do this when I was better
    prepared... ...But, Nowi, I have in fact fallen in love with you. We have
    spent so much time together lately, and I came to realize... Well, that you
    are the most important person in my life.
    Nowi: YAAAAAAAAAY! So I suppose we should get married now, right?
    Frederick: If you will do me the great honor. But unfortunately, I have not
    yet picked out a suitable ring for you. I shall go to the jeweler in town and
    order one immediately.
    Nowi: Oh, wait! Before you go, let's have another fight!
    Frederick: Well, I suppose there is always time for just one more...
    
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    Frederick/Tharja
    ----------------
    
    C Support
    
    Frederick: This exercise really works the stomach muscles. Ready? Just 300
    this time! 299...298...297...
    Robin: Going...to...die...
    Tharja: That's some dedication, Robin.
    Frederick: That's enough for today. Remember to hydrate and eat your hardtack.
    Diiiis-MISSED!
    Tharja: What a taskmaster. I thought he'd never finish. Look at Robin with
    those fools... I hope they realize he/she belongs to me. I suppose I could
    curse them all. ...Gods, that would take forever. It would be easier to just
    curse Robin. A stink spell, perhaps? If he/she caused people to pass out and
    retch, I'd have him/her all to myself! ...Except that he/she would smell like
    an outhouse. Hmm... Maybe a different plan...
    Frederick: Come at last, eh, Tharja? I fear you missed the session.
    Tharja: Oh. ...Darn.
    Frederick: We did look for you, but it's important that we keep to schedule.
    In the end, I had to start Frederick's Fanatical Fitness Hour without you. But
    seeing as you're here, I suppose I can work in a private session.
    Tharja: Um... Actually, that's not... Oh dear gods...
    <Time passes>
    Frederick: Next up, biceps! I should warn you, this may burn a little bit.
    Aaand ONE! Aaaaaand TWO! AAAAAAND THREE!
    Tharja: *Pant, pant* Wh-what's...happening to me... Vision...fading...
    Blackness...everywhere...
    Frederick: ...I say, Tharja. You appear to be unwell. Let's pick this up again
    tomorrow. Get a night's rest and eat some beans.
    Tharja: *Huff, huff* T-tomorrow... You're...joking... Why...want...*huff* 
    torture me...?
    Frederick: A sound body leads to a sound mind. You're just a little out of
    shape is all. See you tomorrow at dawn.
    <Frederick leaves>
    Tharja: ...I'm...a dark mage... *huff* Don't need biceps...the size...of beer 
    barrels...
    
    B Support
    
    Frederick: Tharja! A word, if you please?
    Tharja: I don't, actually.
    Frederik: Why did you not keep our appointment at the training ground?
    Tharja: We had an appointment?
    Frederick: Don't play the fool with me! *sniff* I waited the entire day and
    most of the evening hoping you would show! That training ground is chilly at
    night, and I seem to have caught a cold. *sniff*
    Tharja: Oh? I thought you'd be far too healthy to catch a cold.
    Frederick: Erm, well...
    Tharja: Tsk, don't feel bad. Cursed colds are harder on everyone.
    Frederick: What?! You deliberately gave me a cold?!
    Tharja: Hee. You seem angry.
    Frederick: A-angry? Of COURSE I'm angry!
    Tharja: Well, you should be. I'm very wicked. If I were you, I'd avoid me
    completely.
    Frederick: You know why you did this, don't you? Weak physical conditioning!
    Your unsound body has resulted in a most unsound mind!
    Tharja: I don't like where this is going...
    Frederick: AAAAAACHOOOOOOOOO! ...Ah, better. My cold has gone. I'm so fit, one
    good sneeze gets rid of all my symptoms.
    Tharja: Er, that makes no sense.
    Frederick: Now that I am recovered, we shall continue your training. Here,
    tomorrow. At dawn. And this time, you WILL come. Do I make myself clear?
    <Frederick leaves>
    Tharja: Yes, we'll see about that. Hmm... I lied about the curse, but even so,
    how did he shake a cold so quickly? Heh... Maybe next time I WILL cast a
    hex...
    
    A Support
    
    Frederick: Ah, Tharja. I've been waiting for you. Finally ready to build a
    healthy body?
    Tharja: No. The reason I'm here... Is to check THIS!
    Frederick: Argh! Wh-what are you doi... OUCH! Unhand me, woman!
    Tharja: There! I knew it. You suffered a deep wound in the last battle.
    Frederick: I didn't think anyone saw that...
    Tharja: It happened because I cursed you.
    Frederick: What?! We are allies! Why do you insist on plaguing me with dark
    magic?!
    Tharja: It wasn't supposed to be harmful. It only made me invisible to you. It
    was the only way I could think of to avoid your insane training. But somehow,
    you still sensed that I was in danger and shielded me from the blow. Even
    though you were cursed. Even though there was no way you should have seen me!
    Frederick: Ah. This explains a great deal. I was unable to shake the
    persistent feeling that you were somewhere nearby. I feared that I was losing
    my mind, to tell the truth.
    Tharja: You can tell Chrom if you want. He'll probably want to hang me by my
    thumbs or...something.
    Frederick: The Shepherds do not engage in torture! Especially not with our
    stalwart comrades. In any case, it was not your fault. I should never have
    exposed myself to the hex. My guard slipped. The responsibility is mine.
    Tharja: Gods, but you're a trusting fool. Is there any sin you won't forgive?
    Frederick: You will not mind if I take that as a compliment?
    Tharja: Take it however you want. Now let me take a look at that wound.
    *Grumble* For someone who cares so much about health...
    Frederick: Tharja, do I detect a note of affection in your voice?
    Tharja: I'm only looking after you because Robin likes you.
    Frederick: Ah. Then I'd best recover soon... For his/her sake, of course, heh.
    
    S Support
    
    Tharja: Has your wound healed?
    Frederick: Good as new, thanks to you.
    Tharja: Well then... ...... ...Yes?
    Frederick: Yes, what?
    Tharja: You're fully cured. No need to see me anymore. So why are you still
    here?
    Frederick: I wanted to make absolutely certain that you'll come to the next
    training session.
    Tharja: I've promised you five times already! Surely that's enough. Look, what
    do you really want? If you're not going to leave, I will.
    <Tharja leaves>
    Frederick: N-no, please! Wait! I had something else to ask!
    <Tharja returns>
    Tharja: *Sigh* What is it?
    Frederick: You didn't cast another curse on me recently, did you?
    Tharja: Why?
    Frederick: Because lately, a powerful...emotion has taken root in my heart.
    That wouldn't be the result of some evil hex, now would it?
    Tharja: Not from me.
    Frederick: In that case, the passion I'm feeling must come from within. Which
    makes this the perfect time to present this...
    Tharja: ...This better not be a cursed ring.
    Frederick: How can a love so powerful ever be called a curse?
    Tharja: Love...? Wait, are you proposing?!
    Frederick: Indeed I am.
    Tharja: ...Are you mad?!
    Frederick: If I were a poet, I could use sweet words to explain how my love
    came to be... But alas, I am not. I can only tell you what I know in my heart.
    I love you, Tharja. I want you at my side for all of my days.
    Tharja: That's...really sweet, actually.
    Frederick: Then will you accept my ring?
    Tharja: On one condition...
    Frederick: Name it!
    Tharja: We do the life's journey without the exercises. I don't care about a
    sound body, and I don't WANT a sound mind. Mages need to stay a little crazy,
    or we lose our edge...
    Frederick: Agreed. No more exercising for you, and no more curses for me!
    Tharja: ...... ...*Sigh* Oh, fine.
    
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    Frederick/Olivia
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    C Support
    
    Olivia: Er, Frederick?
    Frederick: Yes, milady? How may I be of service?
    Olivia: Well, see, I was wondering... And this may be an odd question, but...
    Well, what do you think of me?
    Frederick: Think of you, milady? *Ahem* Well, you are flexible of limb and
    move with an economy of motion. You have the quantities of a superior fencer.
    I would recommend a light rapier to start.
    Olivia: No, I'm not talking about being a soldier. What I mean is... What do
    you think of me as a woman?
    Frederick: Do I find you attractive? Is that your meaning?
    Olivia: I suppose so, yes.
    Frederick: Hmm... A difficult question, if I may speak bluntly. I'd not
    thought of you in such terms before, and so cannot provide a meaningful
    answer.
    Olivia: Oh. That's just what he said...
    Frederick: Who?
    Olivia: Khan Basilio. He never takes me seriously, no matter what I do. I
    guess I just don't have any appeal for older men. My dance teacher once told
    me I had to learn how to captivate everyone. Otherwise, no one would believe
    my performance.
    Frederick: So your interest was professional rather than personal. I see...
    While I'm sure you are blessed with many charms, they are sadly lost upon me.
    I'm sorry I could not be more encouraging. Now, if you'll excuse me...
    Olivia: Er, yes. Thanks, I guess.
    
    B Support
    
    Frederick: Might I have a word, milady?
    Olivia: What is it?
    Frederick: I wanted to return to our convesation from the other day. I took it
    upon myself to ask some fellow soldiers whether they found you attractive.
    Almost to a man, they asserted that you are extremely charming! Many also
    commented most heartily on some of your...other features. Furthermore, most of
    the respondents are older than you, in some cases very much so. In conclusion,
    therefore, I think we can safely say that you possess wide appeal.
    Olivia: ...Wait. How many people did you ask?
    Frederick: Well, let's see. I spoke with all the Shepherds, so that would
    be... Oh, and I queried those farmers in the last village we passed... Ah, and
    the beggars at the side of the road! Mustn't forget them. So that means--
    Olivia: AAAAAAUUUUUUGGGGGGH!
    Frederick: Er, milady? Are you not pleased in these most favorable results?
    Olivia: FREDERICK! Everyone's going to think that I asked YOU to ask THEM!
    Frederick: ...I had not considered that.
    Olivia: Oh, gods... I have to leave. I have to run away right now...
    Frederick: W-wait, milady! I am so terribly sorry! Please allow me to make
    amends. Perhaps I could travel with you whenever you go out in public. Then
    you can simply hide behind my person whenever someone approaches.
    Olivia: ...This is the worst day ever.
    
    A Support
    
    Olivia: I'm really surprised how easy it is to hide behind you, Frederick. I
    don't think anyone has seen me in the camp for days!
    Frederick: I am delighted to be of service, milady. For one such as I, whose
    life is devoted to such endeavors, it is no small matter.
    Olivia: So, um, you don't mind that I'm hiding behind you all this time?
    Frederick: Quite the opposite. I am happy to perform my duty.
    Olivia: Oh, goody! Thank you, Frederick!
    Frederick: I must say, milady, having spent so much time with you recently, 
    I... Well, I am starting to see why the others found you so charming.
    Olivia: Y-You are?
    Frederick: Yes, I am.
    Olivia: Erm, I don't suppose you could tell me exactly what you like about me?
    Frederick: Please, milady! Do not stare at me with those beseeching eyes!
    Olivia: Some details would be nice, Frederick. ...You know. For professional
    reasons.
    Frederick: I see. May I have time to put it into words? My feelings on the
    subject are still...vague.
    Olivia: Okay. But just don't take too long!
    
    S Support
    
    Olivia: Ha! I finally cornered you! Have you been trying to avoid me? You know
    you cannot hide forever!
    Frederick: A-avoid you, milady?! Perish the thought! Nothing was further from
    my mind.
    Olivia: So why haven't I seen you around camp in forever? Hmmm?
    Frederick: I've been busy with...preparations. For example, I had this made.
    Olivia: A ring? But why did... Wait, there's something on it... "To Olivia,
    with all my love." Frederick?! I don't understand.
    Frederick: I am not a man accustomed to speaking of affairs of the heart, so I
    shall be brief. This ring is meant as an expression of the great love and
    affection I feel for you. You would do me a great honor if you were to accept
    it.
    Olivia: ...You want to marry me?!
    Frederick: That is my intent, yes.
    Olivia: Oh, how did you know?! Oh my gosh, yes! Yes, yes, yes! I've been crazy
    about you forever!
    Frederick: I hereby swear that I will lay down my life in order to protect
    you!
    Olivia: Well, that's...a bit harsh, but I like the sentiment, I guess. Oh,
    thank you, Frederick. You gallant, wonderful man! I'm so excited we're getting
    married! It's like a dream come true!
    Frederick: For both of us, Olivia. For both of us!
    
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    Frederick/Cherche
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    C Support
    
    Cherche: HIYAH! YAH!
    Frederick: Excellent technique.
    Cherche: A true gentleman would announce himself rather than skulk about in
    the shadows.
    Frederick: My sincere apologies, milady. I was loath to interrupt. Especially
    when I was being treated to such a virtuoso display of skill.
    Cherche: Heh. 'Tis an honor to be praised by such a renowned and accomplished
    soldier.
    Frederick: The technique you just used--is it commonly practiced in Valm?
    Cherche: No, actually. It is part of a secret art passed down within my
    family.
    Frederick: Then I've wronged you more than I thought, for I had no intention
    of pilfering secrets. Pray forgive my accidental insolence, milady.
    Cherche: Don't apologize, please. I don't mind sharing our traditions with
    allies. In fact, I can teach it to you if you're interested.
    Frederick: I do not wish to impose.
    Cherche: We fight for the same cause. It's in my interest to help you. Who
    knows? One day, you might use it to save my life in battle.
    Frederick: In that case, then yes. Thank you. I would like to learn what you
    know.
    Cherche: When shall we begin?
    
    B Support
    
    Frederick: Cherche, I want to thank you for teaching me your family's fighting
    art.
    Cherche: I hope you'll find it useful.
    Frederick: I'd like to return the favor if I could.
    Cherche: Perhaps in the next battle, you can fight alongside me so I might
    observe you.
    Frederick: That hardly seems a sufficient reward for your services. I was
    taught that a lady of your standing should expect gifts of gold or silk.
    Cherche: Do I strike you as the sort to be satisfied with trinkets? Why, if I
    didn't know better, I'd say you'd taken advice from Virion!
    Frederick: Ha! I'd be dead in the grave before I'd take counsel from that ill-
    behaved scallywa... Er, that is, from Virion! From LORD Virion, a fine and
    outstanding member of--
    Cherche: Oh, shush. I know what Virion is like. Yes, he was once my liege, but
    he lost his domains and is no longer a lord. I'm my own woman now. I can go my
    separate way whenever I choose.
    Frederick: And yet, you do not.
    Cherche: Strange, isn't it?
    
    A Support
    
    Frederick: Ah, Cherche. Perfect timing. Do you know where I might find Virion?
    Cherche: No. And I wouldn't bother trying to look for him, either. Knowing
    him, he's off whispering sweet nonsense into some poor maid's ear.
    Frederick: But we are to be marching soon! Will he be ready in time?
    Cherche: Oh, probably. I'm getting his equipment ready as we speak.
    Frederick: That is very loyal of you, especially considering what a cad he is.
    I think you could teach me a thing or two about serving one's lord!
    Cherche: I told you, he is no longer my lord. And besides, you are the very
    paragon of loyal and chivalrous knighthood. None can compare to you when it
    comes to the knightly virtues.
    Frederick: You are far too kind. Yet when I see how devoted you are, it
    humbles me somehow.
    Cherche: How so?
    Frederick: Hear me, Cherche. For a knight, loyalty is the primary virtue. But
    to what--or to whom--should it be directed?
    Cherche: To the realm, I suppose. Your liege lord's domain.
    Frederick: And if that realm is destroyed?
    Cherche: Well, er...
    Frederick: The knight's vow of loyalty still holds, but it is directed not to
    the land. Nor is it to a castle, or to a town, or any particular place. The
    vow is to the people who make up the realm. As a knight, you owe fealty to
    Virion and the smallfolk of his domain. You understand this and act
    accordingly. It is an honor to fight alongside you.
    Cherche: Well, well! High praise indeed, coming from the famous Frederick! But
    in all seriousness, thank you. And may I say, it is an inestimable honor to
    fight in the same army as you.
    Frederick: Then that we may both continue to fight bravely, and until victory!
    Cherche: Shoulder to shoulder!
    
    S Support
    
    Cherche: Frederick? In the last battle, you went too far trying to protect me.
    You almost let that Risen have a bite of your hide!
    Frederick: I-I was merely careless! My training must have been insufficient.
    Cherche: Normally, you'd dispatch such a foe without a thought, but you were
    distracted. Distracted, I say, by what was happening to me...
    Frederick: I apologize for the error, milady. If a knight is to defend his
    charge, he must be able to see every threat and danger.
    Cherche: I'm not your charge, and I'm asking you to forget me and worry about
    yourself!
    Frederick: I cannot, milady.
    Cherche: And why not?
    Frederick: Because you are as important to me as any prince or lord.
    Cherche: Is this some kind of jest?
    Frederick: I fear I do not joke, milady. I never did develop a skill for it.
    For how can a man as wretched as I find room in his heart for humor?
    Cherche: Oh, don't be so melodramatic.
    Frederick: Listen to me, Cherche.
    Cherche: ...Yes?
    Frederick: When we first came to know each other, it was as fellow knights and
    comrades. But as we fought, the bonds of friendship drew us closer together.
    So close, in fact, that I find myself thinking about you night and day.
    Cherche...will you do me the honor of accepting this?
    Cherche: An engagement ring?
    Frederick: A vow of love and loyalty, until death takes me from you.
    Cherche: Why, Frederick! This is so gallant! ...Of course I accept!
    Frederick: Splendid! Then I shall live and die a happy man!
    Cherche: Oh, enough with the talk of dying. You're under MY protection now.
    ...Oh, and Minerva, of course!
    
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    Frederick/Henry
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    C Support
    
    Frederick: HENRY! CAN YOU HEAR ME?!
    Henry: Oh, hey, Frederick! What's up?
    Frederick: You were absent at today's training session!
    Henry: Training session? First I've heard of it!
    Frederick: Surely you recall Chrom reminding everyone in his address to the
    troops yesterday?
    Henry: Ooooooooooooh, THAT training session! It must have slipped my mind.
    Frederick: Then you weren't absent due to injury or illness?
    Henry: I WISH I had an awesome illness, but no. I'm right as rain.
    Frederick: That's good to hear. However, I'm quite disappointed you missed the
    session. Being prepared for battle is a matter of life and death.
    Henry: Aw, don't worry about me, Frederick. I'm not going to die so easily!
    Frederick: What makes you, out of all our comrades, so uniquely immune to
    war's perils?
    Henry: Oh, you know. Stuff and things.
    Frederick: I do NOT know! Training is essential for all soldiers, and that
    includes you!
    Henry: Okay, fine! Geez, careful not to twist your smallclothes there...
    Frederick: H-Henry? Where are you going? I'm not finished with you yet!
    Henry: I'm going to the training ground! Want to join me?
    Frederick: Me?
    Henry: Nya ha ha! Just kidding!
    Frederick: About going to train? Or inviting me along?
    Henry: Hmm... You know, I'm not even sure myself. Welp, see you around!
    Frederick: Henry, wait! Are you going to train or not? It's a matter of life
    and death!
    <Henry leaves>
    Frederick: Bah! What an aggravating young man!
    
    B Support
    
    Frederick: HIYARGH! GARH!
    Henry: Working up quite a sweat there, eh, Frederick?
    Frederick: Ah. Hello, Henry. Have you come to train at long last?
    Henry: Oh, no! Just to watch.
    Frederick: Such an attitude ill serves a Shepherd. Come, let us train
    together.
    Henry: Why did you spend so much time training, anyway. It looks exhausting!
    Frederick: Because I know that anything can happen on the battlefield. I do
    not want my dying thoughts to be "if only I had trained a little harder."
    Henry: I want my dying thoughts to be about blood! ...Or maybe ichor.
    Frederick: Enough chitchat! Fetch a wooden shield and take some swings at me.
    Henry: No need. I'm not going to die anyway. But good luck with that!
    Frederick: HALT! You shall not escape my watchful gaze today!
    Henry: Whoa, easy there, Frederick! You're bruising my arm! ...Oooo, look at
    the colors!
    Frederick: Enough dillydallying! Let's train! One, two...together! HIYARGH!
    GARH!
    Henry: ...Aw, man. I knew I shouldn't have come here.
    Frederick: What did you say?!
    Henry: Oh, nothing. But I suppose a bit of practice won't hurt.
    
    
    A Support
    
    Frederick: Ah, Henry. Have you come to join me in training again?
    Henry: Yeah, I was kinda bored, so why not?
    Frederick: You feign nonchalance, yet you attended every one of our training
    sessions recently.
    Henry: Yeah, I know. It's funny, but I'm actually starting to enjoy it!
    ...Sort of.
    Frederick: Listen close, Henry. I have something I would tell you...
    Henry: Yes?
    Frederick: *Sniff* Wh-when you say that, it fills my heart with happiness!
    Henry: H-hey, Frederick! Easy with the bear hugs! These little bones might
    snap like... Oh, whoa! Are you CRYING?!
    Frederick: Tears of joy, my young friend! For at last you are a devoted and
    committed soldier!
    Henry: I always WAS!
    Frederick: Continue this hard work, and you will win the respect and praise of
    everyone in the army.
    Henry: You really think people will notice what I do around here? 'Cause I
    doubt it. I mean, what kind of things do they say about me now?
    Frederick: I'm sure if we are to ask Chrom, he'd say you are his most trusted
    lieutenant. You are the hope of the future and the greatest prospect this army
    has.
    Henry: Nya ha ha! If you lay it on any thicker, I'll be smothered to death!
    But I'm not training to make myself look good in front of my comrades, you
    know?
    Frederick: Then why, pray tell?
    Henry: Well, because the more I practice, the more stuff I'm able to do. I
    like being good at lots of things.
    Frederick: And that's sufficient motivation to put yourself through this
    torture?
    Henry: It's not torture! It's fun! Now I can sneak up behind foes really
    easily, and my curses work better, too.
    Frederick: I-I see. I'm glad you enjoy it...when I find it so...difficult.
    Henry: I can't believe anyone ever complains about training. What's so hard
    about it?
    Frederick: Perhaps if you train enough, you will learn the meaning of work and
    self-sacrifice. Come then! Let us grow strong together!
    Henry: Hey, sure! I've got nothing else going on today.
    
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    Virion                                                                   [VIR]
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    Virion/Robin(M)
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    Please see Robin(M)/Virion.
    
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    Virion/Robin(F)
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    Please see Robin(F)/Virion.
    
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    Virion/Lissa
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    Please see Lissa/Virion.
    
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    Virion/Frederick
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    Please see Frederick/Virion.
    
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    Virion/Sully
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    C Support
    
    Sully: Hrah! Yaaaaah!
    Virion: Ah, most fortuitous fortune! It is none other than my dear beloved
    Sully! Your floating, so like a butterfly. Your stinging, so like the bee!
    Why, it's positively--
    Sully: You got a point, Ruffles?
    Virion: None save the point of my heart's compass which strains ever toward
    Sully.
    Sully: That sounds like a no. So get lost. I'm trying to train here.
    Virion: So cold! I feel a chill coming on. I'll surely catch my death if you
    don't spare a few warm words, milady... Come now! All this training for war...
    All this angry grunting... It's unbecoming of a lady so beauteous!
    Sully: Pfft. A pretty girl can stab a guy as easy as an ugly one. But she
    still needs to practice. ...So clear out!
    Virion: No doubt the poets would write of your grace in combat. "Stabulous,"
    they'd say! But there is no need for such exertions. Not when you've a man to
    protect you!
    Sully: I've yet to see a man up to that task.
    Virion: Milady, you wound me. Such a man stands before you at this very
    moment!
    Sully: Wait, are you talking about...you? AAAAH HA HA HA HAR! Oh, you're a
    funny guy, Ruffles. I'll give you that.
    Virion: ...I wasn't joking.
    Sully: Do you have any idea how many people try to kill me on a daily basis?
    It'd take a certified hero just to keep up, let alone "protect" me.
    Virion: And I vow to be just such a hero!
    Sully: Ruffles, I'd hire a wet nurse AND her kid as protectors before I'd
    consider you.
    Virion: So it's proof milady desires, is it? So be it! I shall gladly furnish
    such! Watch closely our next battle. I'll display such heroism as makes for
    legend and song!
    Sully: Oh, this should be good.
    
    B Support
    
    Sully: Hey, Ruffles. I saw you in that last battle.
    Virion: Then you've seen the fearsome beast that lurks within this lover's
    tender bosom! I only pray it did not frighten you, gentle lady. And I trust it
    proved that I am the hero fated to keep you safe!
    Sully: Was it also fate that you chickened out of that duel?
    Virion: That was common sense and nothing more! What reason had I to accept?
    Sully: Running from a duel is hardly heroic...
    Virion: At the very least I am that man's hero! By turning down his offer I
    spared his life.
    Sully: I think we have a different idea about what the word "hero" means.
    Virion: You wound me, milady! I assure you, I am no craven. Had that cur but
    glanced at you, no force in this world could have stayed my hand.
    Sully: Pfft. You've always got some clever answer ready... Talking to you is
    like dancing. It's exhausting and sweaty and I hate it.
    Virion: I speak only the truth, milady. Whether or not you believe me is you
    prerogative.
    Sully: Great. Then I don't believe you.
    Virion: Y-you might at least have paused a moment to consider before--
    Sully: Har! Easy, Ruffles. I'm just teasing. Sure, you fled the duel, but you
    actually looked passable the rest of the time. Looks like you're still in the
    running to be Mr. Hero. I'm looking forward to next time.
    Virion: All shall gaze upon my might and tremble, milady! This I swear!
    
    A Support
    
    Virion: Ah, Sully...hmm? Why are you looking at me so? ...Is there something
    on my face?
    Sully: I'm the wrong person to ask. I've been seeing things lately.
    Virion: And yet, your beautiful eyes appear as clear and sharp as ever. Tell
    me of these visions, milady, that I might proffer some support.
    Sully: You fought a duel, you damned fool! What's more, you WON! AND you beat
    someone the others had trouble fighting as a unit! If that isn't seeing
    things, I don't know what is.
    Virion: Are you truly so surprised at that, milady? I told you before that I
    would accept a duel had I only a reason.
    Sully: And what was this reason?
    Virion: That man had to be stopped. Had I let him escape, he might have turned
    his wrath upon neighboring villages.
    Sully: So you risked your neck for a handful of strangers?
    Virion: I fought to defend the defenseless. No true nobleman would do less.
    But nor would he enter meaningless battles like a blood-mad savage in search
    of glory. Ugh... The very thought disgusts me.
    Sully: So...is that why you want to defend me?
    Virion: Exactly! You, my dear, are a lady fair. A paragon of grace and beauty.
    Any fellow who would call himself a gentleman would defend such a creature.
    Sully: Don't call me a creature, you flowery snot! And I can defend my own
    damn self. Although... Well... I guess I don't mind if you call me a lady. But
    only because I've seen you show a bit of courage on the battlefield. If not
    for that, I'd send you off half the "gentleman" you used to be.
    Virion: Then you accept me as a hero worthy of protecting you?
    Sully: Let's not get crazy now, Ruffles. I just promoted you from lousy craven
    to decent guy. That's all. ...And I suppose you can watch my back in a brawl.
    Virion: Aye, and soon you'll trust your tender heart to my love's fearsome
    embrace!
    Sully: ...Okay, you're still clearly insane. But if there must be a dangerous
    madman about, I'm glad he's on my side.
    
    S Support
    
    Sully: ...Virion.
    Virion: Sully! What a prize, that these eyes might gaze once more upon your
    beauty.
    Sully: ......
    Virion: Goodness, milady. Your countenance is so very...intense. I should
    think a lesser man might burst into flames on the spot.
    Sully: ......
    Virion: *Ahem* Is it getting hot here? ...I should be very relieved if you
    would only respond.
    Sully: ......
    Virion: ...Enough! I yield, milady! Nothing is so daunting as a woman's
    silence.
    Sully: Ha! I knew it! I KNEW it! It's all well and good for you to pester
    others, whether they want it or not. But turn the tables and you change your
    damn tune! You can't handle the attention!
    Virion: This was a...test? Rather beneath a lady of your bearing, I must say.
    Sully: I can't get a word in edgewise with you if I play fair. I doubt anyone
    can with that sharpened tongue of yours. Besides, I needed to know at least
    one of your weaknesses beforehand.
    Virion: Er, before...what, pray tell? Delving into the character of your
    future husband before you wed him? Heh heh...
    Sully: Yep.
    Virion: Because frankly I don't see wh--WHAT?! H-hold just a moment... Are you
    serious?
    Sully: Deadly so.
    Virion: Well, th-this is an honor to be sure, but I'm not...I haven't prepared
    myself!
    Sully: Ha ha... Adding prone to ambush to that list of weaknesses...
    Virion: You have me at a loss, milady.
    Sully: Oh? Where has your famous wit run off to? If ever a moment called for
    poetry... I'm a lady, right? Paragon of grace and beauty? Don't leave me
    dangling here...
    Virion: N-no, of course, I... *ahem!* I hereby swear to leave none of milady's
    desires unmet, even at the cost of my life. It would be this humble man's
    great joy to accept your gracious offer.
    Sully: Well, I suppose that works. ...Barely. That really the best you've got,
    Ruffles?
    Virion: ...B-but, I...
    Sully: Har har! Only jesting! That'll work just fine for me. Let's go ring
    shopping. I've got the place picked out already. Let's move. ...And no lagging
    behind!
    Virion: Y-yes, milady...
    Sully: I can't hear you!
    Virion: Yes, milady! Coming, milady!
    
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    Virion/Miriel
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    C Support
    
    Miriel: Virion.
    Virion: Ah, my sweet... Er, Miriel, is it? How can I be of service?
    Miriel: I wonder if I might ask you a favor.
    Virion: For you, milady. I would gladly walk to the ends of the earth over hot
    coals and--
    Miriel: I am studying prognostication, and need you to further explain the
    art.
    Virion: You mean fortune-telling? Well, color me surprised! I assumed someone
    of your intellectual bent had little time for superstitions.
    Miriel: Within the camp, your fortunes have a reputation for being especially
    accurate. Even if they are mere shibboleth, such oracles can inspire hope in a
    people. This is a legitimate and possibly fruitful area of study.
    Virion: Hmm. Well, if you say so. But I must tell you this... There's a lot
    more to fortune-telling than staring at entrails or poking at tea leaves!
    Please, my dear, I urge you reconsider this request. The path is long and
    difficult, and I do not wish to subject you to such an ordeal.
    Miriel: You claimed you would stride across hot coals for me. Was that a
    falsehood?
    Virion: Not a falsehood, no! More of a...er...rhetorical flourish!
    Miriel: So you are refusing my request? How fascinating. I thought my
    femininity sufficient to ensnare your cooperation. Well then. If you will not 
    proffer aid, would you at least tell my fortune?
    Virion: Now THAT, milady, is more easily done! To be honest, I'm more than a
    little flattered that you're interested.
    Miriel: Excellent!
    Virion: Now, let's see what tomorrow has in store for you...
    Miriel: Must you hold my palm while you work? I would very much like to take
    notes.
    Virion: Hmmm...hmm. Aaah... Yes, yes. I see...WATER! Buckets of it! You are...
    drenched... Be careful... Something valuable... Damaged by water...
    Miriel: Water is vague. You must be more specific. Do you refer to a nearby
    lake or stream? Perhaps rain? Condensation? A fogbank? Though in gaseous form,
    fog is actually--
    Virion: Milady, please! A fortune is not a textbook! I saw water! That is all.
    Where it came from, I cannot say.
    Miriel: Such answers would be laughed out of any credible journal. But no
    matter. We shall see tomorrow if your augury bears fruit.
    <Miriel leaves>
    Virion: So we will, milady. So we will...
    
    B Support
    
    Miriel: Hello, Virion. I've prepared a full report on our earlier experiment.
    Virion: ...Experiment? Are you talking about my fortune-telling? The one where
    I told you to beware of water?
    Miriel: Yes. And contrary to my initial hypothesis, your prediction was most
    accurate. I was caught in a sudden cloudburst and became soaked to the skin.
    Virion: You don't say? That's amazing! Fantastic! Ha ha!
    Miriel: I beg your pardon?
    Virion: Er, what I mean to say is... I trust you were all right?
    Miriel: It was fortunate that I'd left my books back in my tent. The squall's
    fury would have reduced them to illegible wads of pulp.
    Virion: Ah, if only I was there to protect you from the tempest with my cloak!
    Miriel: You have further piqued my interest in this esoterica. Will you not
    teach me even the basics of your art? I cannot hope to study what I do not
    comprehend on a base level.
    Virion: Ah, my sweet Miriel. On this alone must I refuse you!
    Miriel: A shame. Peer review is an important tenant of any scientific
    endeavor.
    Virion: Er, yes! So then! Anyway! ...If that's everything?
    Miriel: I am finished here, yes. Now I must speak with Chrom about your gift
    for forewarning. The battlefield applications of such a talent are numerous.
    We could anticipate ambushes, find weak points, avoid tactical errors...
    Virion: N-no! Miriel, I must draw the line!
    Miriel: I do not understand.
    Virion: Er, well... I can't really say, exactly.
    Miriel: But with prescience, the outcome of any battle would no longer be
    subject to--
    Virion: STOP! *Ahem* Very well, very well... ...Listen, how about this?
    Miriel: Yes?
    Virion: I'll teach you how to tell fortunes, but you must promise not to go to
    Chrom.
    Miriel: ...I find your proposition acceptable.
    Virion: And it will take time before we can start. I must prepare...lesson
    plans, and, uh, so on. So let me get ready, and we'll start the next time we
    meet. Agreed?
    Miriel: Agreed.
    <Miriel leaves>
    Virion: Good heavens, that was close. But NOW what do I do?
    
    A Support
    
    Miriel: Ah, Virion. THERE you are.
    Virion: Eeek! I must beat a retreat! Virion, AWAY!
    Miriel: Not so fast!
    Virion: M-milady! You're...gripping my arm...so very...hard! Owww...
    Miriel: If I don't restrict you, you will simply run away again. Now then. Do
    you recall a promise to teach me fortune-telling?
    Virion: Erm, let me see... You,know, I'm not sure I do...
    Miriel: I have not seen you since we forged our earlier understanding. You
    take meals in your tent and practice archery in the dead of night. I can only
    theorize from this behavior that you are attempting to avoid me.
    Virion: No! Of course not! I've just been...busy. Busy, busy bee! Buzz buzz! I
    scoff at the mere SUGGESTION that I might try to avoid you, milady.
    Miriel: Your answer is less than plausible. But regardless, here you are. You
    will teach me what I want to know, or I will go to Chrom. You've had ample
    time to prepare a standard lesson plan.
    Virion: M-milady is nothing if not incredibly, frustratingly persistent... But
    are you sure about this? You may be...disappointed with what you discover.
    Miriel: What do you mean?
    Virion: Well, it's only that... You see... Fortune-telling has nothing to do
    with seeing the future. It's about seeing the emotions of the questioner, and
    manipulating them.
    Miriel: Fascinating. Please, tell me more.
    Virion: Let me think... How can I put it? It's like an exercise in persuasion.
    I simply tell the person something that is likely to happen, yes? And then I
    convince them it is an omen meant only for them!
    Miriel: And you choose a vague, common event, such as any interaction with
    water. That way, when it occurs, the person will establish a link back to your
    augury. They are so preoccupied with seeing their experiences as special, they
    never notice. I see... So when you told my fortune, in a way you were merely
    appealing to my ego.
    Virion: People will believe the moon is made of cheese if you just turn their
    heads right. Really, that's all there is to it. ...I hope you're not
    disappointed?
    Miriel: Not at all. On the contrary, in fact.
    Virion: Oh?
    Miriel: Though my scientific mind had doubt, a small part of me believed your
    claims. You clearly have great insight into the human psyche.
    Virion: Er, well...
    Miriel: This opens up a whole new field of very promising study. You must
    teach me everything you know. Verbal tricks, persuasive skills, all or it. I
    will record your findings and study them at length later.
    Virion: A-all right. I'll do it. Just s-stop...gripping...my arm!
    
    S Support
    
    Miriel: Virion? Your last fortune did not come to pass as you said it would.
    Either your skills have become dulled, or you are losing the gift of
    persuasion.
    Virion: Though it pains me to disagree with milady, I believe the fortune was
    accurate.
    Miriel: I subjected your prediction to rigorous scientific analysis. No such 
    event occurred.
    Virion: Are you quite sure?
    Miriel: You said, and I quote... "You will meet a charming rogue who is madly
    in love with you." The specificity of the prediction is what made it so
    unusual. Previously, your portents were of ordinary events dressed up in
    mysterious language.
    Virion: Yes, true. But this particular prognostication is special.
    Miriel: In what way?
    Virion: As you say, my fortunes are spun with words intended to provoke
    emotion. Like a puppeteer, I pull on heartstrings and make them dance to my
    tune.
    Miriel: A crude comparison, but do continue...
    Virion: Sometimes the person resists, and words are not enough. Then deeds
    must accompany the words, to lend them weight and conviction.
    Miriel: And to what manner of deed are you referring?
    Virion: Well, take this, for example.
    Miriel: That is a ring.
    Virion: I bought it a little while ago with the intention of presenting it...
    to you. I hope you will accept it?
    Miriel: ...I see. The fortune you spoke of earlier was in reference to this
    very moment.
    Virion: Yes. I confess it was all part of an elaborate stratagem. I wanted
    there to be no doubt in your mind of my intentions. For I love you, Miriel! I
    cannot abide one more day without you at my side!
    Miriel: ...Fascinating.
    Virion: Please, my lovely, answer me true... Will you marry me, sweet Miriel?
    Miriel: Your argument for wedlock lacks even the most basic of persuasive
    elements. ...And yet, I find myself oddly enticed...
    Virion: I cannot always tell with your manner of speaking... Are you saying
    yes?
    Miriel: I have...feelings for you. True feelings. A most unexpected
    development...
    Virion: You know what this means, don't you? My fortune was completely
    accurate! ...I don't think that's ever happened before.
    Miriel: Your causational approach to this problem leaves open many troubling--
    Virion: Er, yes! Right! Well, let's hurry off and find a minister then, shall
    we?
    Miriel: Agreed.
    
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    Virion/Maribelle
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    C Support
    
    Maribelle: Virion?
    Virion: Ah, milady! 'Tis a pleasure to be in the company of one so beautiful.
    Your eyes--
    Maribelle: Charmed, I'm sure. But flattery so freely given quickly loses its
    luster. If you insist on calling yourself a noble, you must take care what you
    say and do. Your words and deeds reflect not only upon yourself, but all men
    of breeding.
    Virion: Then, fair lady, you must tell me the best way to polish my noble
    reputation... Perhaps we can have a first lesson tonight over dinner? Just the
    two of us, mmm?
    Maribelle: Absolutely not! I can't be seen consorting with a rogue such as
    yourself!
    Virion: You wound me, milady! Harsh words for one whose love for you is deeper
    than the sea.
    Maribelle: Don't play me for a fool, cad. You've more love for that frilly
    shirt than for me.
    Virion: She wounds me yet again! What will it take to prove my sincerity, dear
    lady?
    Maribelle: I can tell you this: honey-coated words alone will not be enough.
    Virion: Then by my deeds I shall win you, and the bards will sing of our love!
    <Virion leaves>
    Maribelle: Any singer who utters even a word will have a quick answer from my 
    parasol!
    
    B Support
    
    Virion: And so we find ourselves come to this...
    Maribelle: Is something troubling you, Virion? You stand as if you have the
    weight of the world on your shoulders.
    Virion: You see to the core of me, my lady. I'd thought to hide my troubles
    from you. But 'tis true: I bear a terrible weight that threatens to crush me
    with every step. And your kind, loving eyes have spied it at first blush!
    Maribelle: Er...
    Virion: I find that war makes people ever so eager to whine. Don't you agree?
    "I can't march another step!" "Why must we carry all these spare bows?!" And
    so on. I had to engage in a full retreat just to give my poor ears a rest.
    Maribelle: Is THAT why you wouldn't advance with the rest of us during the
    previous fighting? Gods, what madness! What's wrong with you, Virion?! The
    fact I have even a moment's concern for your welfare boggles the mind.
    Virion: B-but...did you see the way I came running onto the battlefield at the
    end? It was magnificent! Why, our foes all but fled in terror at the sight of
    me!
    Maribelle: Was this before or after you let yourself get surrounded? Before or
    after you panicked and forced Chrom to rescue you?
    Virion: All part of the plan! By playing the decoy, I lured the enemy into our
    snare. They don't call me Virion the Cunning for nothing, you know.
    Maribelle: You are the most dishonest and silly man I've ever had the
    misfortune to meet. You call yourself a nobleman? Ha! I've met scullery maids
    more noble. You, sir, are an embarrassment to men of good breeding everywhere.
    Virion: Enough! It's one thing to consider me superficial, but dishonest?
    Silly? Milady's ravishing beauty hides a tongue that cuts too deep. But alas,
    it's not the first time I've been hurt by words so ill considered.
    Maribelle: I'm... I'm sorry, Virion. I should not have spoken so harshly.
    Virion: W-would you excuse me for a while? I have some thinking to do.
    <Virion leaves>
    Maribelle: Wait! Don't go! I didn't mean what I said! ...Er, at least not all
    of it!
    
    A Support
    
    Maribelle: Hello, Virion. I've not seen much of you as of late... Are you
    keeping well?
    Virion: Well enough. Busy with noble deeds and so forth. ...Keeping up the
    good name.
    Maribelle: Er, Virion, about before...
    Virion: I should go, milady. Forgive me.
    Maribelle: Oh, yes. Yes, of course. It's just that... Well, you haven't been
    yourself recently. You seem tired. I rather miss my lively old Virion.
    Virion: Milady, when you called me dishonest, it gave me pause. Am I a credit
    to nobility? Do I bring honor to house and peer? Can I yet be better? I am
    unused to thinking on such things, and my ponderings gave me a terrific
    headache. I've barely had a bite to eat and grow ever thinner by the day. If I
    think any harder, I fear I shall simply waste away.
    Maribelle: Hah!
    Virion: Scorn does not become you, milady.
    Maribelle: My apologies. But I promise, I'm not mocking your plight. I just
    find this ever so amusing. For you see, you have already proven me wrong and
    don't even realize it.
    Virion: Hmm? You have me at a disadvantage, sweet lady.
    Maribelle: I said you were superficial and dishonest. A blight on all who hold
    good blood. But here you stand, anguishing about whether you are worthy or
    not. That alone proves your worth!
    Virion: ...For true? A great relief if you feel so. Now I think...I must away
    to...the inn...
    <Virion collapes>
    Maribelle: Virion? Virion! H-help! Someone! Virion has collapsed!
    Virion: F-forgive me. I haven't eaten a morsel all day, and I suddenly felt
    quite dizzy.
    Maribelle: You fainted because you were hungry? I thought you'd suffered a
    mortal wound!
    Virion: Perhaps if I had some salted pork... And bread... And an apple or
    two...
    Maribelle: You are a remarkable man, in every sense of the word. Well, instead
    of lunching at the inn, perhaps you might dine with me today? I recently took
    down a fat boar that would be perfect in a turnip stew.
    Virion: I would be honored, milady.
    
    S Support
    
    Virion: Ah, sweetest Maribelle.
    Maribelle: Virion?
    Virion: I want to thank you again for that wonderful stew the other day.
    Maribelle: Oh, but the pleasure was mine. After all, we are friends now,
    aren't we? And I did so enjoy listening to your stories. Especially the one
    about getting lost in your own castle. I know the exact feeling!
    Virion: It seems we have much in common, being fellow members of the nobility.
    Perhaps when next we share a pot of stew, we might speak of more romantic
    things?
    Maribelle: There you go again with your wild japes... And just when I was
    starting to form a more favorable impression. I DO hope you're not going to
    disappoint me again.
    Virion: It is no jest, milady. I assure you. ...And perhaps this will prove my
    sincerity.
    Maribelle: ...A ring? You would offer me a ring?
    Virion: I have always been your most fervent admirer, milady. I spoke true
    when I said my love is deeper than the sea. When you doubted me, it sent me
    into a raving fit of...introspection. And so ever since, I have struggled for
    a way to prove my sincerity.
    Maribelle: You thought yourself into unconsciousness for...me? Oh, Virion,
    that is so GALLANT!
    Virion: Yes, I suppose it is rather, isn't it? I mean, now that you mention
    it. And the gods saw fit to answer my prayer in part, for now we are friends.
    But milady, it is not enough... I would be more than just a friend. I would be
    your companion--nay, your husband!
    Maribelle: Oh... Will you ever give me peace if I refuse you? Heh... No. I
    don't think you will... Very well, gallant Virion. I accept your ring.
    Virion: T-truly?!
    Maribelle: You should know by now that I always mean what I say. But if we are
    to wed, you must pledge to put my happiness above all else. Agreed?
    Virion: With every fiber of my being I agree! I shall think of nothing but!
    And when this hateful war is over, I shall welcome you into my home! Our
    celebration feast shall be the envy of nobles throughout the land!
    Maribelle: Oh, I think not! Surely you know you must marry into MY house. We
    have no male heirs, and my father will insist on adopting my husband.
    Virion: Y-you mean... We would have to live with your parents?! Er, th-that is
    to say... If milady so wishes...then of course I would be...honored? Ah ha ha!
    Ha ha. Haaaaa...
    
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    Virion/Panne
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    C Support
    
    Panne: There is rain, but the sun shines still. ...Strange.
    Virion: It's called a sun shower, my dear lady. Quite beautiful, in its own
    way.
    Panne: That was not a question, man-spawn. And do not speak to me without
    cause.
    Virion: And here I thought that was a natural entree into civilized
    conversation. Ah, well. I've met many a lovely lady who built up high walls
    around her. ...And I've surmounted them all.
    Panne: Perhaps I will stuff and mount you in my warren! If it is your aim to
    provoke me, I accept. Let us fight and be done with it. Choose your weapon!
    Virion: A duel? How romantic! Then my weapon, sweet lady, shall be words. I am
    a far better poet than I am a warrior anyway.
    Panne: As you wish.
    Virion: Your graciousness, my dear, is without peer. Now by all means, after
    you.
    Panne: I know of you, you lecherous worm. Your transgressions are legend. You
    turned tail and left vassals to die so that you might pursue mates! The very
    sight of you causes bile to rise in my throat. I curse your name!
    Virion: ...Perhaps I ought to have picked daggers after all.
    Panne: I have spoken. Take your turn, poet.
    Virion: Alas, I fear I know no words with which to injure a lady. And so, I
    admit defeat and bid you farewell.
    <Virion leaves>
    Panne: Hmph. Weakling...
    
    B Support
    
    Panne: ...You.
    Virion: Mmm? My, my. I hadn't thought to see YOU start a conversation with ME.
    Perhaps this time we'll have a hailstorm.
    Panne: You said you were no warrior. But in the last battle, you matched me
    trophy for trophy. You speak lies.
    Virion: I said only that words were my forte, sweet lady. I never said I
    couldn't fight. Though I would never claim to be any sort of true warrior. Not
    after failing to protect the ones I cared for.
    Panne: Why did you run, man-spawn? Why did you abandon your warren? You had a
    duty to your fellows.
    Virion: I had planned to offer myself up in exchange for the safety of my
    people. ...My men balked. They chose to fight and die rather than hand me
    over. Not only did I fail to ransom their safety, I was also the reason why
    they kept on fighting.
    Panne: So you showed your belly and ran to remove any reason for resistance?
    Virion: That was my thinking, yes. I don't expect my people share that view.
    To them, I am as you say--a craven. All the sweet words in all the worlds can
    offer no defense to that claim.
    Panne: ...I withdraw my words from earlier. You are no craven. You know how it
    feels to lose kin and kind. In that, we are the same.
    Virion: We are most certainly not!
    Panne: I do not understand.
    Virion: My people yet live and wait for me. It is my duty--and my dream-- to
    save them. But you had even that stolen from you. I would not think to claim
    our losses equal.
    Panne: Hmph. Is that pity, man-spawn?
    Virion: Mere pity would be an insult to a wound so deep as yours, milady. I
    can but pray that your heart does not succumb to the scars that cover it.
    Panne: Your prayers mean nothing, but I accept your words.
    
    A Support
    
    Panne: ......
    Virion: And what do you see in the moon's reflection this evening, dear lady?
    Panne: What do you want, poet?
    Virion: I hear taguel hold that souls of the departed return to the moon.
    Panne: You hear true. That is why taguel do not look directly upon her holy
    face.
    Virion: Fascinating. But to your question, I was wondering if you might assist
    me with...this.
    Panne: That smell... Blackberry wine?
    Virion: Indeed! And now, I propose a toast to the moon. What do you say?
    Panne: I am surprised to find a human who understands such tastes.
    Virion: Oh, we man-spawn are full of surprises. So you'll join me, then?
    Panne: All right. ...So. What will you do when the fighting has ended?
    Virion: Return to my own war, naturally. My people are still suffering.
    Panne: Ah, yes. Your...dream, was it? Perhaps I will help you make this dream
    into reality.
    Virion: Th-that's very... Thank you, my lady. ...Heh.
    Panne: Why do you giggle? It is revolting!
    Virion: Revolting? I've been accused of many things, milady, but never that! I
    am simply happy at the prospect of sparing my people further suffering. And, I
    must say, pleasantly surprised to hear an offer of assistance from you.
    Perhaps our bond is stronger than I know, mmm?
    Panne: Or the wine is.
    Virion: Then let us drink another toast to the peace yet to come.
    
    S Support
    
    Virion: Ah, my sweet Panne.
    Panne: ...Yes?
    Virion: I have something for you, if you would be so good as to accept.
    Panne: A bit early for wine, no? Perhaps we should... This is a ring. Explain
    yourself!
    Virion: I would swear an oath of eternal love to you, milady.
    Panne: You are drunk.
    Virion: Aye, lady! Drunk on your beauteous... No. This is no time for idle
    flattery. Your offer to help me see my dream realized was generous beyond
    measure. But my dreams aren't yours. I want you to have a dream of your own. A
    gleam of hope to guide you.
    Panne: And you think you can offer that?
    Virion: I will do so or die trying.
    Panne: Your death cannot possibly help me to... Huh? What's this? Another sun
    shower?
    Virion: Amazing! The very skies above urge us on!
    Panne: Only you would see rain as a good omen.
    Virion: But it is, my sweet! 'Twas this very rain which presided over our
    first meeting. Our love has moved the heavens. The moon herself weeps for joy!
    Panne: You are mad. ...But it is amusing. Very well, poet. I accept your ring.
    Virion: I shall never fail you, my love. I swear it by the moon and rain.
    
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    Virion/Cordelia
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    C Support
    
    Cordelia: Say, Virion... Do you have a moment?
    Virion: My dear Cordelia! For you, I have all the moments in the world.
    Cordelia: Er, yes, well... I just have a question.
    Virion: Ask away! I count myself an expert in music, astrology, cuisine, art,
    and more besides! How might humble Virion assist the lovely and talented
    Cordelia? She whose wisdom and knowledge are sung by bards throughtout all of
    Ylisse!
    Cordelia: Actually, that's somewhat related to what I wanted to discuss. See,
    the truth is... Um..
    Virion: Tsk! It is most unlike my good lady Cordelia to speak with such
    hesitation. Gallant Virion cannot help but shed a tear of pity at such a
    plight. Mayha--
    Cordelia: Will you PLEASE stop interrupting and let me finish?! Gods, this is
    awkward enough as it is...
    Virion: Apologies... It seems your presence reduces me to blathering like a
    lovesick schoolboy. However, leaving my verbal disruptions aside, you still
    seem a bit lost for words. Perhaps I can rescue you from your traumatic
    tongue-tied trial? For in my boundless perspicacity, I believe I have
    identified your trouble!
    Cordelia: ...Go on.
    Virion: Indeed! Yes, well. *ahem* Here goes... You are lovely, but firm and
    single minded, which leads you to treat others harshly. You regret this flaw
    with all of your being, and wish to reform your character. ...Well? Has Virion
    once again struck the bull's-eye?
    Cordelia: That's... That's exactly what I was thinking. ...How did you know?
    Virion: Do not ask the gods why they bring sunshine to the land, dear
    Cordelia! Milady's sweet words carry easily on the wind, if one is only
    attentive.
    Cordelia: You've been spying on me?! How dare you, sir!
    Virion: Well, "spying" is overstating it a bit, don't you think? I merely
    overheard...
    Cordelia: Well, I... Hrmmm... Do you see? This is what I'm talking about. I
    mean, you shouldn't eavesdrop on me, but I shouldn't have said that, either.
    Virion: There are those who prefer criticisms wrapped in soft silks, it's
    true... But rest assured, many of us prefer the honest and forthright
    approach.
    Cordelia: Oh, this is hopeless...
    <Cordelia leaves>
    Virion: Wait, milady! Virion has yet to impart all of his sage and sapient
    advice!
    
    B Support
    
    Virion: Ah, Cordelia. I cannot help but notice you seem troubled as of late...
    Cordelia: Oh? I feel fine. Have you noticed a problem on the battlefield?
    Virion: Your fighting is impeccable as always! But your brow seems creased
    with worry... Our cares always find a way of rising to the surface, mmm? And
    your beautiful visage cannot help but mirror the turmoil in your heart.
    Cordelia: Or you've been eavesdropping again.
    Virion: Never! For sharp-eyed Virion, milady's anguish is writ large on her
    features.
    Cordelia: Well, maybe there is something... But that is all I'll say. And keep
    that to yourself! I don't want anyone else knowing I am troubled.
    Virion: And whyever not?
    Cordelia: Because then they might start to pity me. And I hate pity! It makes
    me feel like I've...lost.
    Virion: Lost? Ha! How very like milady to frame it in terms of competition.
    But...dare I ask, why are you willing to let me know this?
    Cordelia: Because you're flippant and fancy-free... You take everything in
    your stride. My blunt manner never seems to phase you in the least.
    Virion: Ho ho! Say no more, milady... Virion has heard this speech before. A
    prelude to a confession of love! Milady, I am most gratefu--
    Cordelia: It has nothing to do with love!
    Virion: Aaaaah... Y-yes, then. Just so... *ahem* In any case, perhaps sometime
    we might discuss the source of your troubles... Such a beautiful face is ill
    served by the sombre shadow that clouds it!
    Cordelia: ...Perhaps. Sometime. But no more of this "love" talk, understand?!
    
    A Support
    
    Cordelia: Virion, well met.
    Virion: Cordelia! How my heart leaps when I set my eyes upon your perfect
    visage.
    Cordelia: Heh, laying it on thick, as always... I was hoping we could talk.
    Virion: My ears await the sounds of your gentle voice...
    Cordelia: I wanted to thank you, actually.
    Virion: Oh?
    Cordelia: I've been feeling much better recently. I snapped out of my glum
    mood.
    Virion: That is wonderful news! But why do you thank me?
    Cordelia: Because you were so patient with me, listening to my grumbling...
    What's more, by talking to you I was able to sort out my own feelings. I had
    no call to be so gloomy. Not when others suffer far worse than I. If there are
    things about me that I don't like, I should just fix them.
    Virion: 'Tis true that when we share our troubles, we are halfway to ending
    them. I'm delighted to have played a role in returning a joyful glow to your 
    cheeks!
    Cordelia: I'm just amazed that talking to you helped lighten the burden... I
    guess I just thought such things... I don't know. Made me weak?
    Virion: There is no weakness in honesty!
    Cordelia: Well, thank you again, Virion. I'm truly grateful for all your help.
    Virion: Ah, and so the seeds of you love for me have finally taken root,
    blossoming in--
    Cordelia: WRONG!
    
    S Support
    
    Cordelia: *Yaaaaaawn*
    Virion: Ah, someone slept well!
    Cordelia: ...Yes? What are you staring at, Virion? Do you mind, sir?!
    Virion: Shhh, let me look into your eyes... ...Alas, no. Nothing. Such a pity.
    Cordelia: You're starting to concern me here, Virion. Explain yourself.
    Virion: I'd hoped that such a mighty yawn might cause a tear or two to well in
    your eyes.
    Cordelia: And that would be interesting...why?
    Virion: What could be more beautiful than a single tear glistening on milady's
    snowy cheek?
    Cordelia: Heh, Virion... Flattery is more potent when it's not spread across
    every girl in camp.
    Virion: Why, you wound me! Milady mistakes the pure motives of her humble
    servant!
    Cordelia: Oh, really? Come now, Virion. I'm many things, but not an idiot. I
    see you sidling up to the maids and whispering sweet lies in their ears... Are
    so many damsels truly in distress that you must attend to them all?
    Virion: Ah ha! Then the green-eyed monster has finally taken your heart... You
    DO love me!
    Cordelia: ......
    Virion: ...Isn't this the point where milady flies into a feverish denial?
    Mmm?
    Cordelia: I won't deny what's true... B-but, that is not... I don't mean...
    Argh! I don't know what I mean!
    Virion: Ah, but the words have been spoken, and Virion has taken them into his
    heart!
    Cordelia: It's just that--
    Virion: Here, milady. A gift from me to you. I have long held it in the deep
    hope that such a moment might arise.
    Cordelia: A...ring?
    Virion: A ring that proves the sincerity of my love. Sweet Cordelia, will you
    marry me?
    Cordelia: I... Well, I...
    Virion: I know that you once yearned for another man. Perhaps you still do.
    And on this front I cannot compete. For our brave leader is more deserving of
    your affections than I.
    Cordelia: ...H-how did you know?
    Virion: I am ever watchful of you and have learned to read your joys and
    sorrows. But I finally sensed that the scales of your affections tipped away
    from Chrom.
    Cordelia: Yes, and toward you... Oh, Virion, I had no idea that you were
    paying so close attention...
    Virion: Now you do. And thus am I so emboldened to propose, with all my hopes
    that you will accept!
    Cordelia: How could I say no to a man who knows me so very well?
    Virion: You need never carry your burdens alone ever again, my sweet. From now
    on we share them, as we share everything: together.
    
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    Virion/Nowi
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    C Support
    
    Nowi: Ouch! I really scraped my hands when I slipped back there...
    Virion: I hear a fair maiden in need of medical aid! Shall Virion tend the
    wound?
    Nowi: Oh, could you?
    Virion: But of course! A dab of ointment, a small, clean bandage... There!
    Danger has been thwarted thanks to my speedy and skilled treatment.
    Nowi: Aw, thanks!
    Virion: No need for thanks, sweet Nowi.
    Nowi: Hey, so I've noticed that you keep calling me "sweet." Don't you think
    it's a little belittling or whatever?
    Virion: If I have offended, you have my apologies. 'Tis but a habit of mine.
    Pray, do you not like it?
    Nowi: No, pray! I do not!
    Virion: Then I shall endeavor to correct myself with all due haste! A nobleman
    must take care how he addresses others, you know. Especially one as
    distinguished as you!
    Nowi: What's so special about me?
    Virion: Why, you are over a thousand years old! You lived in the time of my
    great ancestors! You are practically immortal! Divine, even! It ill behooves
    me to disrespect you.
    Nowi: Okay, knock it off! You're making me sound like some old lady.
    Virion: Nonsense, Nowi my sweet! You are charming, young, and beauty itself!
    Nowi: You really think I'm beautiful?
    Virion: Let the gods strike me down if it is not so! You see? No lightning
    strikes. No fire ants nibble at my drawers.
    Nowi: Wow. You really ARE good at this whole philandering thing.
    Virion: Ph-ph-philandering?! Where did you hear such a vulgar word?!
    Nowi: Um, that's what everyone says about you. ...Seriously. Everyone. Even
    Chrom. Didn't you know?
    Virion: I most certainly did not!
    
    B Support
    
    Nowi: I'm SOOOOOO hungry! When do we EEEAT?!
    Virion: An empty stomach will not do. I, Virion, shall bring hither victuals.
    <Virion leaves>
    Nowi: Er, Virion?! Where did you go?! VIIIIIIRIIIIIIOOON?! Oh! There you are.
    <Virion returns>
    Virion: Apologies for the delay, sweet Nowi. I have collected some lovely
    fresh lettuces.
    Nowi: Um, that's nice, but... I hate vegetables.
    Virion: Ah! How foolish of me, offering plants to a dragon! I shall sally
    forth and find a fatted calf with all haste!
    Nowi: Wait, Virion! Look, if you want to help, I'd rather you just...kept me
    company. If we played a game or whatever, that would take my mind off the
    hunger.
    Virion: Very well. What would you like to play? Chess? Tiddlywinks? Naughts
    and crosses? I also know checkers, blind man's bluff, king of the bean, field
    bowling, falconing--
    Nowi: I wanna play duck duck dragon!
    Virion: Duck duck...dragon? Well, I say. I'm not familiar with that game.
    Nowi: It's easy! I turn into a dragon and chase you while spewing white-hot
    fire. And if I catch you, I totally win!
    Virion: That sounds dreadful!
    Nowi: So, let's start, okay? I'll count to...um...one million, and you go
    hide.
    Virion: One million? Do you realize how long that will take?
    Nowi: OOOOOONE... TWOOOOOO... THREEEEEE...
    Virion: My life is flashing in front of my eyes! ...Very, very slowly. Well,
    I'll not wait for her to finish. Virion, AWAY!
    
    A Support
    
    Nowi: Hee hee hee! Today was so much fun! I LOVE duck duck dragon!
    Virion: Insofar as a terrifying brush with death can be fun, then yes...
    Nowi: What? I didn't quite catch that.
    Virion: Er, I was muttering to myself about how much I enjoy these games of
    ours!
    Nowi: I know, right? Playing these games is pretty much my favorite thing
    ever. But no one ever wants to play with me! It's crazy!
    Virion: I can't imagine why no one else is clamoring to join in...
    Nowi: But now I have you, and we can play duck duck dragon over and over
    again!
    Virion: Over and...over? Dear gods, I don't think my poor heart can take it.
    And yet I cannot bring myself to wipe that smile of joy from her face...
    Nowi: Virion? You're doing that again. The one where you mumble to yourself?
    Virion: I am? My apologies. I was just thinking how sad I'll be when we stop
    playing.
    Nowi: I KNEW you liked duck duck dragon!
    Virion: Er...
    Nowi: You know, you really should have told me sooner. It's not even dark yet!
    That means we have time for ONE MORE ROUND! OOOOOONE... TWOOOOOO...
    THREEEEEE...
    Virion: No, Nowi! I beg of you, no! I cannot abide the remorseless tick of
    death's grim clock!
    Nowi: Geez, what's with the wailing, Virion? I can barely hear myself count.
    Virion: Um, sweet Nowi? Do you know any games aside from duck duck dragon? I'm
    concerned you might, er, waste all your dragonstones! ...Yes, that's it.
    Nowi: Aw, don't worry. Now that I know how much you like it, I'll make the
    sacrifice! Okay, where was I? FOOOUR... FIIIIIIVE...
    Virion: NOW she decides to take my feelings into consideration?! ...Still, if
    she is willing to give up things for my sake, then I must do the same for her.
    I shall take part in her game, even if it means the death of me! Virion, AWAY!
    <Virion leaves>
    Nowi: SEEEEEEEEEVEN... EEEEEEEEEIGHT...
    
    S Support
    
    Nowi: ......
    Virion: Why the scowl, sweet Nowi? Do you not feel like playing duck duck
    dragon?
    Nowi: No. I don't.
    Virion: But I thought it was your favorite game and that you would never tire
    of it! I'm willing to have a match right now, if you like. My singed
    hindquarters have nearly healed from the last match! Or perhaps you have
    thought of some other game? A safer one, perhaps?
    Nowi: I want to get married.
    Virion: Playing house is a bit beneath a 1,000-year-old woman, but if you
    like, I'm all for it. Shall I take on the role of minister? I deliver a
    crackling good sermon!
    Nowi: No! I want to marry YOU!
    Virion: Yes, but then who will play the minister? I suppose we could ask
    Frederick, although it would be a terribly dull affair...
    Nowi: Do I really have to spell this out? I don't want to PLAY marriage,
    Virion! I want to BE MARRIED! ...TO YOU!
    Virion: Y-you want... Wait, to me? Are you serious?
    Nowi: Yes, yes, and YES!
    Virion: Right then! I see! ...No, wait. I'm still confused. You, Nowi, wish to
    marry me? ...Virion?
    Nowi: AAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGH! Yes, you dunderhead! Why do you think I've been
    chasing you all over the place?!
    Virion: B-but that was a game! And one I spent in a state of mortal terror,
    besides.
    Nowi: *Sniff* D-do you hate me, Virion? Is that it? Do you th-think I'm...
    ugly? *Sniff* B-b-because I... I couldn't take that! Waaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
    Virion: Good gracious, no! You're lovely! Oh, please do stop crying!
    Nowi: Oh, yay! That means yo love me! For a moment there, I thought you might
    turn me down.
    Virion: Er...
    Nowi: Aw, Virion. I've liked you since the first moment we met! Everyone
    treats me so seriously because... Well, you know. 'Cause I'm really old. But
    you're fun and funny and silly and it's just great! I don't ever want to lose
    that feeling!
    Virion: Oh, sweet Nowi. It is true that the times I've spent with you haven't
    been...entirely unpleasant. And your confession of love makes me realize how
    truly fond of you I've become. So let us marry, fair Nowi. Not as a game, but
    for true.
    Nowi: So you ARE saying yes?! Oh, I'm so excited! We have to go buy a ring
    right away! That's the rule, right?
    VirioN: We shall buy a magnificent ring fit for a true noblewoman.
    Nowi: Yay! I can't wait!
    
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    Virion/Libra
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    C Support
    
    Libra: It's remarkable how much rubbish an army on the march leaves behind!
    I'd best pitch in and help clean up. ...Ungh! This is heavier than it looks!
    *Gasp* It suddenly feels light! But how?!
    Virion: Such slender, delicate arms are ill suited to this kind of work!
    Libra: ...Virion?
    Virion: Please! Allow gentle Virion to carry this! I think there's a pillow
    over there that needs moving if you want to help.
    Libra: Oh. Yes, well, thank you, Virion.
    Virion: Think nothing of it, milady! A woman of your beauty shouldn't be
    reduced to hauling trash.
    Libra: ......
    Virion: What's the matter, sweet Libra? Did I say something wrong?
    Libra: I'm a man.
    Virion: Ha ha ha! Not only are you beautiful, but you have wit to... Erm, to
    match? Yes? Hmm... Except now that I look more closely at your face... *gulp*
    Libra: It's all right. It happens a lot. I'm sorry I was cross.
    Virion: You had every right to be cross, good sir! Ah ha ha! Oh, my. How could
    I, Virion, make such an error? Me! VIRION! Oh my stars...
    Libra: Are you all right?
    Virion: N-nothing! It's just that...your eyes are...so very shiny and
    pretty... Like two pools...of...something...
    Libra: Can we just get back to work?
    
    B Support
    
    Libra: Virion? What happened to you? Your left cheek is red and swollen. Did
    someone strike you?
    Virion: What, this? It's nothing! Just a memento from the trenches of love's
    battlefield. You see, I spied a pretty lass walking down the road, and asked
    her if she was a woman. Ha ha! Oh, you should have heard the sound of her palm
    upon my cheek! Yes, well, one can't be too sure about these things, can one?
    Ah ha! Ha. ...Yes.
    Libra: How...unfortunate.
    Virion: Damnation, Libra! I've been like this ever since I mistook you! When I
    approach a woman, I'm frozen by the fear of committing another blunder! You
    have thrown gallant Virion off his game, and the world suffers as a result!
    Libra: Er, I'm sorry?
    Virion: When I look at your soft, milky skin and glowing, lustrous locks of
    hair... Well, it occurs to me that you must come from a very coddled
    background! Perhaps one of the finer noble houses? Royalty, even? Pray, tell
    me, good la--sir! Ha ha! Most good and noble sir! What is your lineage?
    Libra: Sorry, Virion. I'm not from a noble house. In fact, I was born to poor,
    humble parent who neglected me as a child. I only escaped their cruelty when I
    found the faith.
    Virion: Extraordinary! You're no tame rose gently cultivated in a well-
    tendered garden... But a wild bloom that struggled out of barren soil with
    petals reaching for the sky! As well as being profoundly beautiful, you're
    also tough and tenacious!
    Libra: Please, sir. Such praise makes me uncomfortable. I am but a humble
    servant of the gods.
    Virion: Oh my! Look how your milky cheeks blush when I compliment you! It's
    so... Er... Yes! Right then! Good to see you again, old chum!
    Libra: Virion? You are a very strange man.
    Virion: (That I could possess only a tenth of his beauty... It's enchanting!)
    
    A Support
    
    Libra: I suppose I'd best get started.
    Virion: Ho, Libra! That's a mighty pile of lumber you have there!
    Libra: Yes, it is. The temple nearby is short of firewood, so I thought to do
    a little log splitting.
    Virion: You mustn't ruin those perfect hands! Here, let me help.
    Libra: No, please. I've got this.
    Virion: No no, I insist! As one friend to the other! Now let's get chopping.
    <Time passes>
    Virion: *Pant, pant* L-Libra? S-stop chopping... I implore you... M-my arms...
    So...tired and...rubbery...
    Libra: What are you talking about? We're barely halfway done.
    Virion: H-halfway?! I've been swinging that...that infernal axe...for hours...
    Or has it been days? I know not... M-my mind is...confused... Visions of
    logs...piled before me... A mighty tower...reaching to the sky... Which, when
    I look around me, isn't very far from the truth! What army of madmen collected
    this uncountable mass of dead trees?
    Libra: I did.
    Virion: Y-you gathered ALL these by yourself? B-but how?
    Libra: I picked them up and I carried them. It's simple, really. Here, are you
    done resting? This bundle needs to go over there.
    Virion: Er, very well, if you insis--OOF! I-it's heavier...*grunt*...than it
    l-looks... J-just...got...to...h-hang on...a little...bit...longer... OH,
    BLAST!
    Libra: Virion, look out!
    <Time passes>
    Virion: Hm? I...I'm still alive...? I remember toppling backward with that
    massive weight in my arms...
    Libra: It's all right. I caught hold of you just in time.
    Virion: Libra! You saved me!
    Libra: It would appear so. Are you unharmed?
    Virion: Er, yes. I think so.
    Libra: Good. Now perhaps we should take that rest after all. Forgive me. I
    shouldn't have pushed you to work so hard.
    Virion: Hmm... From this angle, Libra looks quite different. Very manly, in
    fact. That big brow... Those massive knuckles...
    Libra: Sorry? Did you say something?
    Virion: Who, me? Oh, er, no. Nothing of import, my good man! Er, friend.
    Man...friend. *Ahem* Anyway, you are a stout comrade, Libra, and I thank you
    for saving me.
    Libra: Hah! Think nothing of it, Virion. I consider you a trusted friend as
    well.
    
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    Virion/Tharja
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    C Support
    
    Tharja: ......
    Virion: ......
    Tharja: Oh, how nice. I was just going to ask for a volunteer from the
    audience. Tit for tat... Become a CAT!
    Virion: Meow!
    Tharja: Oh my. That was fast. Let's try another one, shall we? Jeepers
    creepers... Close those PEEPERS!
    Virion: Zzzzzzzzzzz...
    Tharja: This guy's a waking curse magnet. I've never seen anything like it.
    Virion *Snore* You are...so beautiful... *snort* Please...marry me... Zzzzz...
    Tharja: Oh, that's quite enough of that. Spiders and flies... Open your EYES!
    Virion: Whu--? Huh?! What?! Where am I?! Oh, alas! It was but a vivid dream.
    I've never slept so soundly in my life. Such a pity I awoke at that moment.
    She was on the verge of saying yes. We would have exchanged sweet nothings,
    and then, under the light of the moon--
    Tharja: *Ahem*
    Virion: Ah, greetings! ...Tharja, I believe? How may I be of service this fine
    day?
    Tharja: Service, eh? That's not a bad idea at all. Oh, you're going to be
    perfect.
    Virion: Aha ha ha! Oh, my good lady, you flatter me! Though I must admit,
    you're not the first woman to tell me such a thing. However, you ARE the most
    lovely! Perhaps I'm still dreaming, mmm? 
    Tharja: Enough chatter. You've got chores to do. Sputter and spidge... Build
    me a BRIDGE!
    Virion: As you command, milady! Virion, AWAY!
    <Virion leaves>
    Tharja: Oh, I'm going to like him a LOT. Eee hee hee!
    
    B Support
    
    Tharja: Dasher and derricks... Remodel the barracks!
    Virion: As you wish, milady! Virion, AWAY!
    <Time passes>
    Tharja: Flower and beast... Cook the whole camp a feast!
    Virion: It shall be done, milady! Virion, AWAY!
    <Time passes>
    Tharja: Hmm... What should I make him do next?
    Virion: I shall do anything you ask.
    Tharja: Did you say something?
    Virion: I said, "I shall do anything you ask." You don't even have to rhyme.
    Tharja: ...Wait. Have you been awake this whole time?
    Virion: Of course.
    Tharja: That's impossible. A victim of a curse enters a trance state with no
    memory or awareness of his actions.
    Virion: A curse? Is that what you're trying to do? Tsk! You should have told
    me before. Those little hex doodads never work on me.
    Tharja: But you've been doing everything I demand without hesitation! Are you
    playing me for a fool? Because that would make me...angry.
    Virion: Not at all! I simply find it impossible to say no to a beautiful
    woman.
    Tharja: What if I told you to... Oh, I don't know. Pluck out your own eye? Or
    sacrifice your life?
    Virion: If necessary, I would do either one without hesitation. Ooh! Then I
    could wear a fine diamond eye patch.
    Tharja: If necessary?! What does that mean? You're evading the question. Or
    you're lying.
    Virion: I never tell a falsehood to a lady, even in jest. In time, you will
    come to see the sincerity of gallant Virion's heart.
    Tharja: Hmph...
    
    A Support
    
    Tharja: You are a fool.
    Virion: An unfair accusation, on its face. But it does harbor a grain of
    truth. When in the presence of a lady so fine, it ill behooves me to appear
    so slovenly.
    Tharja: I'm not talking about your wardrobe! I'm talking about what you did.
    Virion: Perhaps if milady were to tell me what I did, I might better explain
    why I did it.
    Tharja: In our last battle, you threw yourself in front of a blow that was
    meant for me.
    Virion: Don't you remember our talk?
    Tharja: When you said you would give up your life if it were...necessary?
    Virion: Exactly! Well, there was also a bit about eyeball plucking, but that's
    beside the point.
    Tharja: You are immune to my curses, which means you chose to take the blow in
    my place. What I fail to understand is why.
    Virion: Once, in the not-too-distant past, I was responsible for the lives of
    many people. Yet when that dastard Walhart attacked, I was unable to fulfill
    my solemn duty. We were overrun, and those who had placed their trust in me
    were...cut down. In response, I swore to devote my life to the service of
    others. The dead are gone, but if I save others in their name, they will not
    have died in vain. It is...the proper thing to do.
    Tharja: That makes no sense.
    Virion: Plainspoken and blunt, as always. I do like that in a woman!
    Tharja: You are... Hmm... How do I put this?
    Virion: A gentleman of impeccable manners? A dashing rogue of countenance
    fair?
    Tharja: An idiot who bleeds on my behalf. I hate it when people bleed for me.
    I'd rather they bleed BECAUSE of me.
    Virion: Are you SURE you didn't mean to say the dashing rogue one? Because I
    think--
    Tharja: Enough with your japes! Now be quiet while I tend to those wounds.
    Otherwise, I might be tempted to stitch your mouth while I'm at it.
    
    S Support
    
    Virion: Sweet Tharja. I wanted to thank you for your gentle nursing the other
    day. In gratitude, I brought you a small token of my goodwill. I wonder if you
    would do me the honor of accepting it?
    Tharja: This is a ring. ...A fancy ring. I smell a rat.
    Virion: No rats, my sweet! Only common sense. If I am ready to give my life
    for you, I must be at your side night and day. Otherwise, I might miss my
    chance were it to come.
    Tharja: So. If someone else asked you to give your life for theirs, would you
    do it? Is your kind offer open to strangers and village idiots alike, or am I
    a special case?
    Virion: I have found myself pondering that question of late. But no, Tharja. I
    will sacrifice myself for no one save you.
    Tharja: Why?
    Virion: When love blossoms in a man's heart, must he explain himself? But if
    you were to press me, I would say I have fallen for your gentle kindness.
    Tharja: You must be thinking of someone else.
    Virion: Oh? The bridge you had me build was so children could cross the stream
    in safety. The barrack repairs kept the soldiers dry, and my feast filled
    their rumbling bellies. You could have used me in any way possible, and yet
    you chose to benefit others. What is that, if not kindness? I would be honored
    to give my life in service of such an extraordinary woman!
    Tharja: I don't want you to exchange your life for mine.
    Virion: You would deny me the inestimable honor?
    Tharja: Don't worry. I have a different plan for you. I want you to live,
    Virion. So promise me.
    Virion: B-but that is no proper oath for a gallant warrior such as I!
    Tharja: Nevertheless, it is what I desire. And if you want to marry me, you'll
    do it.
    Virion: ...So be it. As milady commands, I pledge to defend your life. But I
    also swear to never risk my own life in service of this task! ...Good heavens.
    These are the strangest wedding vows ever!
    
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    Virion/Olivia
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    C Support
    
    Olivia: Tra-la-la-la-LAAAAAA!
    Virion: Oh ho!
    Olivia: Eek! Wh-who's there?!
    Virion: My apologies, fair maiden. I had no wish to startle you.
    Olivia: Virion? Oh, thank goodness it's only you.
    Virion: Goodness, indeed! It appears the young maiden trusts me as a friend.
    Although, speaking as a man of passion, I am unsure if this pleases me or not.
    Olivia: Huh? What do you mean?
    Virion: Ah, it is no matter. Now please! Tell me more of your intoxicating
    promenade! I find it strange that you are performing a dance for two all by
    your lonesome.
    Olivia: You're familiar with this dance?
    Virion: I have, on many occasions, taken the gentleman's part.
    Olivia: Erm, I don't suppose you'd care to show me the steps? I m-mean, if
    it's no trouble! I'm trying to learn it, you see, but it would be SO much
    easier with a partner!
    Virion: Virion has never refused a plea from a damsel in need, and he shall
    not begin now! I will teach you what I know. I will teach you...EVERYTHING!
    Olivia: Oh! That's great!
    
    B Support
    
    Virion: And STEP and STEP aaand...BACK!
    Olivia: L-like that?
    Virion: Ah, it brings a tear to my eye. You have captured it perfectly!
    Olivia: Well, it's all thanks to my kind and patient teacher!
    Virion: A lady should be handled like a baby bird. Gently...and yet ever
    mindful that at any moment she could fly away!
    Olivia: No one would care if I flew away...
    Virion: My lady Olivia appears to be unaware of her many talents and charms!
    Olivia: Oh, stop it, Virion. You're just saying that because I happen to be
    standing here.
    Virion: That they are hidden behind that gawky exterior makes them all the
    more beguiling!
    Olivia: Okay, maybe don't stop.
    Virion: That is why your dances inspire so many of us on the battlefield. But,
    if I may be so bold, a little more confidence would not be entirely remiss.
    Olivia: Th-thank you for your honesty, Virion. I appreciate the praise. Even
    if it's just idle flattery, it makes me want to try harder.
    Virion: Idle flattery?! My lady, you wound me! I speak as one possessed by
    beauty.
    Olivia: See, now I KNOW you're lying! You say the exact same things to all the
    girls.
    Virion: Perhaps. But it is never a lie!
    Olivia: Er, right. But if EVERYONE is as beautiful as you claim, doesn't that
    mean--
    Virion: *Ahem!* That's enough chitchat for today! We must continue our lesson.
    Olivia: Yes, of course. Ready when you are!
    
    A Support
    
    Olivia: Tra-la-la-la-LAAAAAA!
    Virion: Ah, if it isn't my little dancing bird. Practicing solo again, are we?
    Olivia: Oh, hello, Virion. I was just rehearsing the steps for this new dance.
    It's very...ardent.
    Virion: Yet you find it difficult to do so alone. Am I correct?
    Olivia: Er, well, yes, actually. How did you know?
    Virion: Tsk-tsk. I am your teacher! I know these things. Well then! I shall
    simply have to instruct you...personally.
    Olivia: W-well, that would be fine, except...
    Virion: Yeeeeeeeees?
    Olivia: Well, it's just that you're so very good! Far better than me,
    actually. I have two left feet! No, two left HANDS where my feet should be! So
    when you're close, I just... I get so nervous.
    Virion: So you prefer to dance alone, then? This is your solution?
    Olivia: Er, yes...
    Virion: Very well. As you are a lady fair, I shall respect your wishes.
    HOWEVER! As you dance, I shall be dancing along with you. There is no need for
    hand-holding or the exchange of sultry glances! I can instruct you perfectly
    well from across the room.
    Olivia: W-would you mind?
    Virion: Ha ha! My dear lady, I have done far worse in the name of far less.
    Shall we begin? And a one, and a two...
    <Time passes>
    Olivia: Hee hee! You're right! It's SO much better when you have a partner!
    Even if the partner is spinning across the room...
    Virion: 'Tis a dance meant for two, my lady. That is the only way to do it
    justice.
    Olivia: Oh, Virion! I'm so glad I asked for your help!
    Virion: You are not the first to utter such a sentiment.
    Olivia: Thanks to you, I've perfected yet another dance. I'm starting to
    believe I might have some talent after all.
    Virion: I'm pleased that the knowledge granted by my noble pedigree could be
    put to use.
    Olivia: *Siiigh* He's soooo dreamy...
    Virion: Pardon? Did you say something?
    Olivia: What? Who, me? Oh, gosh no! Um, but... Do you think I could maybe have
    another lesson soon?
    
    S Support
    
    Olivia: *Sigh*
    Virion: Tsk! Such a world-weary and forlorn sigh ill suits my young protege!
    Olivia: S-sorry...
    Virion: I might be able to help, if only you would share with me the nature of
    your sorrow. In my time, I have lifted cares from the shoulders of many a
    mournful maid.
    Olivia: N-no. Please, Virion. Just leave me alone.
    Virion: It breaks my heart to see a woman in such desperation... Especially
    one whom I love with all of my being.
    Olivia: Oh, stop it. Just stop. You don't love me. You're just saying things
    again.
    Virion: You do not believe me?
    Olivia: Ha! I wager you say that to every girl you see! Love probably strikes
    you three times before breakfast.
    Virion: There you are wrong! I have never said it to anyone, ever.
    Olivia: T-truly?
    Virion: Truly, my dear.
    Olivia: B-but you're always asking girls to marry you.
    Virion: I admit, I am quite fond of proposing to... Well, most anyone I meet.
    But I have told none that I loved them with all my heart.
    Olivia: I don't know...
    Virion: Olivia, tell me! Do you feel for me as strongly as I feel for you?
    Olivia: *Sniff* O-of course, you foolish man! I've loved you from the moment
    we met!
    Virion: Then perhaps you will accept this gift as proof of my affections?
    Olivia: It's...a ring. For me?
    Virion: Look how beautiful it is upon your finger! Like a butterfly in the
    moonlight it sparkles!
    Olivia: It DOES look beautiful...
    Virion: At last, I have made you smile. Would you care to dance together to
    celebrate this wonderful moment?
    Olivia: Oh, Virion! Of course!
    
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    Virion/Cherche
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    C Support
    
    Cherche: Virion? I've been searching for you. It's time for our training
    session.
    Virion: Is it that hour already? Well then, prepare your sparring gear and--
    Cherche: Already done. I'm ready if you are.
    Virion: Ha ha! Of course you are! I always said you were my most dedicated
    vassal.
    Cherche: Your flattery's wasted on me.
    Virion: Flattery? Surely you know by now that gallant Virion always speaks
    from the heart! If I had not been so cruelly robbed of my domains, you would
    still--
    Cherche: But you DID lose your lands, so there's no point discussing what
    might have been. This is reality, where we face each other on the training
    ground as equals.
    Virion: Ah, reality. I have come to loathe that place of late. You know that
    when my lands were stripped, your bonds of vassalage were ended, yes? You have
    no obligation to me, Cherche. No obligation to train me as you do. You are
    free to serve whomever you choose.
    Cherche: I am aware of that. But I never served you because of your land
    holdings.
    Virion: You didn't? Oh ho ho! Then was it, perchance, for love?
    Cherche: One more comment like that and I'll have Minerva eat you.
    Virion: *Gulp* My deepest apologies, milady! My lips are hereby sealed!
    
    B Support
    
    Virion: *Sigh*
    Cherche: Is something the matter?
    Virion: Ah, my sweet Cherche. As always, you see directly into Virion's heart.
    You come upon me lovelorn and lonely, spurned by a fair lady with a sharp
    tongue.
    Cherche: Do you mean me? Oh goodness! It's not often someone calls me fair.
    But seriously, what troubles you? Are you still crestfallen about how Walhart
    so rudely seized your lands?
    Virion: Enough! That was a tragedy, and many of my people died. I'll not have
    you speak so lightly of it.
    Cherche: That was not my intent, Virion. I know that many suffered under
    Walhart's cruel heel. But I also know that, short of the dead, you have
    suffered more than any of us.
    Virion: Loyal Cherche, your kind words fill my heart with courage and hope!
    Could it be that you have fallen helplessly in love with your gallant Virion?!
    Cherche: Hah!
    Virion: Ah, sweet nostalgia. It's been so long since last I heard that
    derisive snicker.
    Cherche: I do not jest, Virion. The deed has been done, and you could not have
    stopped it. It's time you looked to the future and stopped blaming yourself
    for the past.
    Virion: I did not think it would be so hard to forgive myself...
    Cherche: Behind your carefree facade, you've always been terribly
    uncompromising. But you must promise that you won't surrender to hopelessness
    and despair.
    Virion: Then I shall promise it, but only because you ask. But in return, you
    must promise me something, sweet Cherche. If the day comes when you must
    choose between loyalty to me or your own path... I want you to do whatever is
    best for you and give no thought to me. Agreed?
    Cherhce: Why, Virion, what a serious speech! But it's hardly necessary. I had
    no intention of taking you into account when making such choices.
    Virion: W-well, good. ...Yes, good. Exactly as I would have it. Though I
    suppose you could think about me a LITTLE bit! If you...wanted to.
    Cherche: Now, now. Don't give it another thought. ...I certainly won't.
    
    A Support
    
    Virion: I wish I knew what was happening to our homeland right now.
    Cherche: The sooner we win this cursed war, the sooner we'll be able to find
    out.
    Virion: Tell me, Cherche, what do you intend to do when this war is over?
    Cherche: Return home and help rebuild the domains of House Virion. I assume
    your plan is much the same?
    Virion: Yes, of course. My domains shall have great need of me.
    Cherche: Are you sure you can handle going back? That broken landscape will
    have many painful memories carved into it.
    Virion: True. But it is also filled with many joyous memories as well. 
    ...Many of which involve you. You'll scoff, but the happiest moments of my
    life have been spent in your company.
    Cherche: Come, Virion. You know I'm not one of your dizzy maids who falls for
    that flattery.
    Virion: Why is it that when I speak from the heart, no one believes me? Is
    this the price I must pay for my flippant yet debonair charm?
    Cherche: I think we just know each other too well to speak of such emotional
    matters.
    Virion: Hmm... Perhaps you are right.
    
    S Support
    
    Cherche: Time for you to go, Virion.
    Virion: Alas! Am I to be shooed away so soon?
    Cherche: You're practically nodding off. I don't want to sit here and listen
    to you snore.
    Virion: Yes, I'm afraid I haven't been sleeping well recently. My cot is cold,
    and I've no one to share it.
    Cherche: Have you tried seducing a lonely kitchen wench?
    Virion: Do you think I can find happiness with just any random lass? I have
    standards, dear!
    Cherche: There are as many maids as stars in the sky. There must be SOMEONE
    you like.
    Virion: Yes, and you know full well who it is.
    Cherche: Oh, Virion. We talked about this before. We're too close to each
    other.
    Virion: Yes, we are close. Closer perhaps than any two people have ever been!
    I can no more imagine being without you than being without air or water! How
    can another woman be anything but a shadow of what you are to me?
    Cherche: Now you're just practicing lines for your next conquest.
    Virion: You, of all people, should know when I'm being sincere.
    Cherche: Yes. I suppose I do.
    Virion: And though I fear I know your answer, I have one final card to play.
    ...I have brought you something.
    Cherche: Is that what I think it is?
    Virion: If you think it's an engagement ring, then yes. It is indeed. Do you
    believe me now?
    Cherche: I suppose I must.
    Virion: Then what is your answer? Will you accept?
    Cherche: Heh. I think I have to. Who else would agree to be YOUR wife? I warn
    you though: once we tie the knot, your days of maids are over. Stray from me
    but once, and I'll have you to Minerva as a snack.
    Virion: Nothing will be further from my mind! ...Well, the maid part. I'm
    always quite concerned about your little pet.
    Cherche: Did you hear that, my sweet Minerva? You must ensure he keeps his
    promise.
    <Minerva roars>
    VIrion: Er, can we please save the threats? This is meant to be a happy
    moment!
    Cherche: Just doing my due diligence, love!
    
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    Sully                                                                   [SULL]
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    Sully/Robin(M)
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    Please see Robin(M)/Sully.
    
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    Sully/Robin(F)
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    Please see Robin(F)/Sully.
    
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    Sully/Chrom
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    Please see Chrom/Sully.
    
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    Sully/Frederick
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    Please see Frederick/Sully.
    
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    Sully/Virion
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    Please see Virion/Sully.
    
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    Sully/Vaike
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    C Support
    
    Vaike: Mm-MMM! Now that smells like a slice of heaven. Whatcha eatin' there?
    Sully: Bogsberry and cabbage pie, with the best cream of treacle in all of
    Ylisse.
    Vaike: A shiny copper coin says it was baked by them lady friends that were
    followin' ya!
    Sully: Keep your coin. They gave it to me before we left to keep me warm on
    the journey.
    Vaike: Gremlin's tail! The Vaike's never had a gaggle of maidens bake HIM a
    pie! How'd ya do it?! What's your secret?! ...Er, not that I'm jealous or
    nothin'.
    Sully: I suppose I'm just charming like that. Why, you need advice?
    Vaike: Har har! Ol' Teach don't need advice on that score! I mean, sure, no
    one's ever bothered to bake me a tasty pie... But I knew a milkmaid once who
    gave me an apple--and it only had one worm in it!
    Sully: Well, good for you.
    Vaike: 'Sides, I'm more of a man's man, ya know? And men don't usually go for
    pie bakin'. I'd rather eat a donkey's hindquarters than a pie baked by one'a
    my mates! Har har! Still, I'd give anything to have lasses offering me their
    pies all the time. ...Maybe it's the horse? Ladies do love the horses...
    Sully: An idiot on a horse is still an idiot.
    Vaike: What's that supposed to mean? Hey, wait a sec, Sully. You're a woman.
    ...Er, right? Got some tips for the Vaike? What do YOU admire in a man?
    Sully: He has to be better than me. Someone I can respect.
    Vaike: Better? ...You mean better looking?
    Sully: I mean better at important things! Smarter, stronger, faster with blade
    and lance...
    Vaike: Well, maybe you should take me on. I'm pretty tough, ya know.
    Sully: If you think fighting me will attract women, you're an even bigger fool
    than I thought... ...Eh, but why not? It's been days since I've dished out a
    good thrashing, heh heh.
    
    B Support
    
    Vaike: C'mon, Sully. Help ol' Teach out here. Why can't I ever win the girl? I
    got devilish good looks, the strength of an ogre, and the charm of a fancy
    noble!
    Sully: Well, one of those is true. ...Sort of. I suppose you can handle a
    lance, even if I'm better with a sword. Our match was pretty damn even until
    you decided we should arm wrestle. So, yes. I'll admit that you're strong.
    ...Not bright, mind you, but strong.
    Vaike: 98... 99... 100! Er, sorry. What was that last bit? Hard to hear you
    over these bicep curls... Anyway, ya gotta help me out here, Sully. Ya just
    gotta! Look at these arms! Just look at 'em! I mean, what else does a lady
    want?
    Sully: Gods be damned, but you are thick. How about being kind? Or
    thoughtful?!
    Vaike: Er, what would a girl want that stuff for?
    Sully: ...Look. If you ask me, I'd want a man with ideals. One who wants to
    better himself. If I'm going to spend the rest of my life with someone, I have
    to respect him.
    Vaike: Har! That's me up and down! Heck, I joined the Shepherds 'cause of my
    ideals.
    Sully: Now that you mention it, you never did tell me why you're fighting for
    Chrom. So? Out with it. What made you sign up?
    Vaike: I wanted to be the greatest warrior in all the realm!
    Sully: No, idiot. I'm asking why you wanted to be a great warrior in the first
    place.
    Vaike: Well, it's a bit of a tale, but you need more Teach-talk that bad, eh?
    Well, all right... I grew up poor in this podmunk little village where I was
    famous for never losin' a fight. Local kids latched on to me, and before I
    knew it, I had my own little gang. Course, we were just a bunch of ne'er-do-
    wells as far as the adults were concerned...
    Sully: What a surprise...
    Vaike: So one day, Emmeryn herself came to our corner of the world, and she
    said... "I seek to bring prosperity and equality to all the people of Ylisse!"
    Well, that struck a nerve. Soon as I heard it, I knew what my mission was.
    Sully: To forsake your misspent youth, join the Shepherds, and fight for
    social justice?
    Vaike: Er, yeah, that! That was it exactly! What you just said! Okay, maybe
    not the EXACT same words I used, but...
    Sully: ...Vaike? You may not be such a complete moron after all. You might
    even, dare I say it? ...Deserve some respect?
    Vaike: That's the Vaike! Man of your dreams, right here, reporting for d--
    Sully: No, I stand corrected. No respect warranted. None, whatsoever.
    Vaike: Awwwwww!
    
    A Support
    
    Vaike: Hey-ho! Sully! Just the gal I was hopin' to see. Got a question for ya.
    Sully: What is it? I'm busy.
    Vaike: Why did YOU sign up for the Shepherds? I told ya my story, remember?
    Now you gotta tell me yours. Fair's fair!
    Sully: My story's dull... I joined so I could become a knight.
    Vaike: Aw, come on! You're havin' me on!
    Sully: You got a problem?!
    Vaike: No, it's just... See, I thought ya already were a knight.
    Sully: I have armor and arms, but have yet to undergo the formal ceremony...
    Vaike: Ah, I see. So you're gonna cover yourself in glory here with us
    Shepherds... Maybe catch Chrom's eye and earn yourself a knighthood?
    Sully: Not quite. I was born into a long line of knights. My house and all
    that crap. This title will be mine by inheritance when the time comes. I could
    spend my life eating grapes from a damn silver bowl and still be called "sir"!
    Vaike: Er, so then why--
    Sully: Because there's no honor in accepting something you haven't earned! A
    knight shouldn't just be lucky enough to be born to some damn noble! A knight
    has duties. ...Responsibilities. "A knight is brave and true, aids all in
    need, and defends the weak from evil." I can't uphold that oath without honing
    my skills. Suffering hardship. All of that. How can I know courage if I don't
    face bloody death a bunch of times? I'll fight for the Shepherds until I've
    damn well EARNED the title of knight!
    Vaike: Criven's horn, that's a rousing speech!
    Sully: Oh please, I'm not trying to... It just means a lot to me is all. I
    don't get a chance to talk about it much. I'm sorry if I bored you...
    Vaike: ...Bored?! Har har! Ain't NOTHIN' boring about you, Sully. In fact, the
    Vaike hasn't been this excited since the exalt came to visit my li'l ol' town!
    Sully: ...Really?
    Vaike: Cross my heart and hope to... Okay, well, just cross my heart. 'Cause I
    realized something, Sully: you and me should duel more often! You wanna be a
    knight among knights, and I wanna be a warrrior's warrior. Seems we could help
    each other out!
    Sully: Hmm... Don't expect me to go easy on you. It'll hurt. ...Maybe a lot.
    Vaike: Har har! Bring it on! The Vaike can take it!
    
    S Support
    
    Vaike: Heya, Sully.
    Sully: Oh. Hello, Vaike.
    Vaike: So I was just thinkin', and I... Look, are you fallin' for me?
    Sully: WHAT?! ...Where in the hell did you get that idea?!
    Vaike: Well, it's just that you've been actin' different around me. Not
    yourself, like. I thought maybe that was the reason. But if I'm wrong, then
    I'm wrong...
    Sully: Well, I... I never said you were WRONG, exactly... Er, that is...
    Well...yes. Yes, I suppose I am...maybe...starting to fall for you...a
    little... But I still don't like you a lot!
    Vaike: That's good enough for the Vaike! 'Cause truth be told, I'm startin' to
    take a shine to you, too.
    Sully: Whatever happens...you should know... I won't be doing any damn
    housework!
    Vaike: Har har! Not exactly what I was expecting to hear, but okay. I mean,
    duh, I'd be the biggest fool in all of Ylisse if I expected that! I'm a simple
    man, but I like being with you. I feel like I can trust ya with my troubles.
    And I guess that's why I'm thinkin' ya might...make a good...wife.
    Sully: Thinking back, I never would have thought... I mean this is all so
    unexpected, it's just... Oh, hell with it! Why not? Let's get married!
    Vaike: Now hold on! I'm the man here, and that means I'm the one doin' the
    askin'!
    Sully: Pfft! Too late, knucklehead.
    Vaike: Aw, this whole thing's a mess! I spent all day plannin' it out, too.
    Even bought this blasted ring...
    Sully: Well?! Are you going to give me the ring or stand here like a damned
    fool?!
    Vaike: Yeah, all right. ...Here, catch!
    Sully: Oop! Got it... Oh Vaike, this is... It's gorgeous.
    Vaike: Only the best for Mrs. the Vaike!
    
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    Sully/Stahl
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    C Support
    
    Stahl: Thanks for training with me today. That was a great session.
    Sully: Ha! Giving up so soon? What a wimp!
    Stahl: Er, what?
    Sully: How can you call yourself a knight if you crap out so soon? The
    legendary knights who served Marth would never give up so easily.
    Stahl: You mean Cain and Abel? The "Bull" and the "Panther" from the old
    stories?
    Sully: That's the kind of strength we need to win this war. And it's the kind
    of strength I aspire to.
    Stahl: Well, sure. I mean, who wouldn't want to be a hero of legend and song?
    I just don't think I have it in me. I'm more of a...mellow type.
    Sully: Ha! Then take that attitude over to the kitchen, ya damn scullery maid.
    I plan to run circles around those rusty old legends.
    Stahl: Heh! You're something else. But perhaps I could stand to be a little
    more forceful in my training.
    Sully: Damn right! I won't stop until I'm built like the Bull!
    Stahl: Ha ha! I'm sure you'll... Wait, you're the Bull in this scenario?
    Sully: You got a problem with that?
    Stahl: No, no! No, that's...just fine. I guess that makes me the Panther, huh?
    Yeesh. I've got my work cut out for me...
    
    B Support
    
    Stahl: ...Enough! I yield!
    Sully: Oh, come on. You're better than this! Now you're just letting me win.
    Stahl: No one LETS you win anything, Sully. You take victories by force.
    Sully: Pfft. That's your excuse?
    Stahl: Hey, you know what I'm like.
    Sully: You lack confidence because you don't know yourself well enough. Here,
    shake my hand. ...Go on! Shake the damn thing!
    Stahl: Er, all right.
    Sully: Well? What do you feel? Tell me how my hand and yours are different.
    Stahl: Well, yours is smaller than I would have thought. ...And really soft!
    It's kind of nice, actually.
    Sully: You're getting distracted. Focus on the first thing you said. You're
    bigger than me, and you've got more muscle. Also, you're a better rider. So
    explain how it is that I keep kicking your arse all over the battlefield.
    Stahl: I don't know! I guess you just project this...aura. Like you're going
    to eat me for breakfast, you know?
    Sully: All in your head! Change your attitude, and you'll be a better fighter
    overnight.
    Stahl: You really think so? Hmm... Wait! Now you're just pushing me around in
    a different way.
    Sully: Except that I'm right. And if you're smart, you'll listen to me. So
    what do you say? Another round?
    Stahl: You're on. And I'm standing my ground this time!
    
    A Support
    
    Sully: Oof! ...Yeah, I'll feel that one tomorrow.
    Stahl: Heh heh! Stahl the Panther strikes again! Still, I think I finally
    understand what you were getting at. The right attitude really does make a
    difference.
    Sully: Well, don't think you'll ever be better than me. Because you won't.
    Stahl: Ha! I wouldn't dare suggest it.
    Sully: But you know the others expect you to show me up someday.
    Stahl: ...Huh?
    Sully: It's okay. I'm used to it.
    Stahl: ...Er, Sully? Is everything all right? You're getting weird on me.
    Sully: It's just... People look at me and all they see is a damn woman!
    Stahl: Um, okay? Not sure where this is coming from, but if I implied--
    Sully: Not you, idiot. You treat me as an equal, and I've always respected
    that. I just worry that... Well, what happens if you do surpass me someday?
    People won't think it's because of hard work or skill or any of that. It'll
    just be another damn man beating a woman to the finish line again.
    Stahl: Now who's being wishy-washy?
    Sully: Hey! Don't you lecture me, chump! I'll kick you right in the--
    Stahl: Ha ha! Not that's the Sully I know. A mighty Bull in the making! ...Or
    is it a mewling Sheep? We'd better go another round and find out.
    Sully: Oh, I am so going to hand you your lunch in a second. Come on, tough
    guy! Show me what you're really made of!
    Stahl: Eep! M-maybe this was a bad idea...
    
    S Support
    
    Sully: *Pant, pant* All right! Enough... I...I yield. *Wheeze* Gods, Stahl.
    You're a damn beast today.
    Stahl *Pant* It's thanks to all your training, Sully.
    Sully: No one made you strong. You were tough to begin with.
    Stahl: So does this mark the end of Sully's reign of terror?
    Sully: For today. But there's always tomorrow.
    Stahl: I knew you weren't going to give up quietly. You've always worked
    harder and aspired higher than anyone. You're amazing.
    Sully: Yeah, well, I never could've done it without you around. It's easy to
    keep on the path when you've got someone walking beside you. You're about the
    best training partner I've ever had.
    Stahl: Um, yeah. Well, maybe I could be more than just a...training partner?
    Sully: Wait, what are you... Stahl, are you giving me a ring?
    Stahl: Yeah. It's a...wedding ring. I'm still more Mouse than Panther most
    days. But with you at my side, I can become the man and knight I aspire to be.
    And I want to be there to spur you along, too. ...Not that you need it.
    Sully: That's a pretty bold offer, Mr. Mouse.
    Stahl: Yeah, I may look confident, but I'm about to soil my good pair of
    trousers. If it weren't for you, I'd never be able to ask something like this.
    You're my courage, Sully.
    Sully: That's actually very sweet. ...You know what? I accept. We've got a
    long ways to go, but I'd have no other traveling companion. It's you and me
    to the end, Stahl.
    Stahl: Then here's to the new Bull and Panther!
    
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    Sully/Miriel
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    C Support
    
    Sully: Miriel! Just the girl I wanted to see.
    Miriel: Greetings and salutations, Sully. Are you in need of assistance?
    Sully: You're an egghead, right? You like researching and investigating
    things?
    Miriel: Why, yes. Unlocking the mysteries and wonders of the natural world
    gives me--
    Sully: Yeah, yeah, whatever. Look, I have a favor to ask.
    Miriel: ...You wish me to develop a new weapon? Something of that ilk?
    Sully: Naw, nothing like that. I want you to study ME!
    Miriel: You? Well, that would be most unusual... I confess, I had never
    considered you as a possible field of research, but...
    Sully: Yeah, well, maybe it's time you consider it. You might have noticed
    that I'm not like other women, right?
    Miriel: If you are speaking of your martial prowess, then yes, it is a known
    quantity.
    Sully: Er, yeah! Right! That! ...And some other stuff, too. Look, I just want
    you to figure out what's so different about me. I mean, I TRY to fit in, I
    really do, but something sets me apart.
    Miriel: I see. You wish me to observe your social interactions and verbal
    communications. In this way, I might see behavioral signifiers that
    differentiate you from the group norm.
    Sully: That is probably exactly what I'm saying! ...I think.
    Miriel: I need time to prepare my queries and form a control group. Is this
    acceptable?
    Sully: Er, sure. Whatever you just said. Whatever it takes.
    
    B Support
    
    Sully: Hey-ho, Miriel! How's the research project going?
    Miriel: I have many such projects underway, but I assume you refer to your
    personality study. Since we talked, I have been observing you with fierce
    scientific rigor.
    Sully: Wait, really? I didn't even notice.
    Miriel: If the subject is aware of the observation, the results would be
    compromised. It was vital that I observe you in your natural habitat.
    Sully: Oh yeah? ...So? Any conclusions?
    Miriel: During the observation phase, two main points came to my attention.
    Sully: ...Well what the hell are they already?!
    Miriel: The first is your language. The second is your general bearing.
    Sully: You mean the way I walk and talk and crap like that?
    Miriel: Your clothing and armor are unexceptional and fit within Shepherd
    social norms. However, your use of language--especially vulgarity--is quite
    irregular. Also, you tend to carry yourself in a very aggressive manner.
    Sully: O-kay.
    Miriel: If you wish to fit in with others, I would recommend change in these
    two areas.
    Sully: Aw, come on! That's horse plop!
    Miriel: I assure you my conclusions were reached via scientifically proven
    methods.
    Sully: I've had people tell me this before! "You have to do this!" "You gotta
    act like that!" It never works! I pretend for a week or so and then just give
    it up. Who says we all have to act the same, anyway? Who made all these damn
    rules?
    Miriel: I believe they are based on social mores as opposed to a natural law.
    Sully: Well, hell... I'm gonna have to think on this one for a bit. Thanks for
    doing the observation stuff. Hope I didn't waste your time.
    Miriel: Not at all. It was quite fascinating.
    
    A Support
    
    Miriel: Ah, Sully. Might I have a moment?
    Sully: What's up, Miriel?
    Miriel: Have you considered enacting my suggestions from our recent
    conversation?
    Sully: You mean about the way I speak and behave and all that? Yeah, I've
    thought about it plenty, but I still don't know what to do...
    Miriel: I wonder then if you might care to participate in a small experiment?
    Sully: It doesn't involve rats, does it? Can't stand those things...
    Miriel: Nothing so crude, I promise. First, I am going to ignite this pile of
    dry twigs...
    Sully: Oh-kay. And?
    Miriel: Now then. Suppose you need to extinguish this fire. How would you do
    it? You are allowed to use anything you see around you.
    Sully: Er, I guess I'd use that bucket of water.
    Miriel: You would pour water on the fire?
    Sully: Well, sure. Water on fire, fire goes out. Right?
    Miriel: Very well. Please go ahead.
    Sully: Ha! See you in hell, fire! WHOA! That made the fire twice as big! What
    the heck did you do?!
    Miriel: The fluid in the bucket is a substance commonly known as "kindling
    water." It is a mysterious liquid that emerges from the ground near distant
    mountains.
    Sully: Kindling water?
    Miriel: Just now, you made the assumption that water always douses fire.
    However, you failed to consider that there may be different kinds of water. It
    may also interest you to know that people who live near kindling water find it
    useful.
    Sully: ...I get it. It's different than regular water, but still useful to
    some folks. And people who are different may still have useful roles to play.
    Miriel: Precisely. My research indicates that you should be happy just the way
    you are.
    Sully: Heh. Thanks for the pep talk, Miriel. I feel better already. Although, 
    I do still have one question...
    Miriel: Yes?
    Sully: How the hell are you planning on putting out this fire?!
    
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    Sully/Kellam
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    C Support
    
    Sully: Kellam? Hey, Kellam!
    Kellam: ...Yes?
    Sully: I've got a bone to pick with you, pip-squeak! Chrom tells me that in
    our last battle you were secretly watching my back!
    Kellam: Um, I wasn't trying to keep it a secret, Sully. I was just fighting
    alongside--
    Sully: Well knock it the hell off! I'M the one who does the protectin' around
    here, got it?! I don't need some tiny man in a huge suit of armor watching me.
    Kellam: B-b-but...
    Sully: You think I need extra protection? That it? You think I'm frail and
    weak? You think you can be my gallant knight in shiny, oversized armor?
    Kellam: I wasn't giving you special treatment, honest! I just like protecting
    people!
    Sully: I'll say this once, pip-squeak: don't ever pull that crap again! Are we
    clear now? Words sank in? 'Cause if we are done, I'm done. I've got better
    things to do than yell at you, tin man.
    <Sully leaves>
    Kellam: O-of course you do! I mean... Um, well, bye.
    
    B Support
    
    Sully: Kellam? ...KELLAM!
    Kellam: ...Yes?
    Sully: Oh, there you are. ...Yep. Looks like I was right. You did injure your
    arm.
    Kellam: Oh, gosh. Did you notice? I didn't think anyone--
    Sully: Of course I noticed, you tiny idiot! You got hurt trying to protect me
    again! Didn't I tell you the other day I didn't need your damn help?
    Kellam: B-but, that guy was about to cut your head off! I just can't stand by
    and watch friends be cut down. It's not in my nature.
    Sully: Oh, aren't we gallant. Pffft! I had that guy in the bag. And besides,
    it doesn't do any good if you get killed in someone else's place.
    Kellam: Y-you're probably right.
    Sully: Now give me your arm, and let me take a gander at this wound.
    Kellam: Oh, it's all right. Really! Barely a scratch, in fact.
    Sully: Quit your griping, and get over here so I can put a damn bandage on!
    Kellam: R-right away, ma'am!
    Sully: Gods, what a fool. You'd probably leap into the noose if I hung myself,
    huh?
    Kellam: I wager I would!
    Sully: And here I thought you were a meek little mouse. When it comes to
    looking after folk, you're as stubborn as a damn ox!
    
    A Support
    
    Sully: Kellam?
    Kellam: ...R-right here, Sully. L-look, don't hit me! I know I helped you out
    again, but I didn't mean to! Honest!
    Sully: Actually, I came to thank you. I was outmanned that time. Had you not
    stepped in...
    Kellam: What? Are you saying--
    Sully: Yes, all right? Yes. You win. You can watch my back. Gods, I've never
    met a more stubborn man in all my life!
    Kellam: Everyone needs help sometimes, Sully. I mean, we all fight for the
    same cause. It makes no sense to stand alone, no matter how strong you are.
    Sully: Heh. So you want to serve as everyone's shield, huh? Well, that's a
    hard role for one man. How about I help you out?
    Kellam: Help me out?
    Sully: If you're watching everyone else's back, someone's got to cover yours,
    right? You can be the shield of the Shepherds, and I'll be the shield of YOU.
    Kellam: Er, I suppose so. But...
    Sully: What? You don't like the idea of someone helping you? Well, tough
    beans!
    Kellam: Well, all right. Thanks, Sully.
    
    S Support
    
    Kellam: Hey, Sully. I wanted to thank you for watching my back in that last
    battle.
    Sully: No sweat, pip-squeak. Reckon I owed you for one damn thing or another.
    ...Funny. I can't even imagine how I fought back when I didn't have you
    around. It feels good knowing someone's looking out for you.
    Kellam: I know! I feel so much stronger when you're out there.
    Sully: But it's even more than that, Kellam. The way you want to help everyone
    else... You make me want to be a better person.
    Kellam: Um, well, funny you say that... See, the thing is... I'm more
    interested in protecting you than anyone else.
    Sully: Oh?
    Kellam: I like you, Sully. In fact, I REALLY like you. So I was thinking maybe
    we could...get married?
    Sully: Married?!
    Kellam: Yeah, married! Look, I went out and got you a ring and everything!
    Sully: ...I'm not much of a lady, you know. Not sure I'd be much of a wife.
    Kellam: I think you'd be great!
    Sully: I, uh... Look, this kind of crap isn't easy for me, but...I like you,
    Kellam. I've never really felt this way about anyone before.
    Kellam: So then...yes?
    Sully: All right, pip-squeak. Let's do it. I'll watch your back, you watch
    mine, and together we'll be unbeateable!
    
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    Sully/Sumia
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    C Support
    
    Sumia: There. Doesn't that feel better? Your mane is alllll combed. No more
    tangles! Who's a good pegasus? Huh? Who's a good wittle pegasus?!
    Sully: Are you talking to that thing again?
    Sumia: Oh, hi, Sully.
    Sully: You're spoiling the animal! Seh's practically died and gone to horse
    heaven.
    Sumia: She does look happy, doesn't she?
    Sully: Ah, well. She's seen you safe through some terrible battles, so I
    suppose she earned it.
    Sumia: You're quite fond of your horse, too, aren't you, Sully?
    Sully: Hell yes, I'm proud! He's got smarts and guts! What more could a woman
    want?
    Sumia: Hee hee! When you talk about him, you sound like a proud mother.
    Sully: Eh, I'm not the maternal type.
    Sumia: Even so, it's obvious how fond you two are of each other. Whenever you
    praise him, he snorts ever so happily!
    Sully: You noticed that? ...Huh. Most folks just assume he's some mindless
    beast.
    Sumia: Oh it's so nice to have someone to talk to about this sort of thing...
    Do you have a minute to talk more? Chat about pegasi and the like? ...I mean,
    if you don't mind? I know you're very busy. ...I don't mean to intrude.
    Sully: Pfft! Intrude? I could talk horses until the cows come home!
    Sumia: Oh, wonderful! Let me just put on some tea and we can--
    Sully: Hold it right there, girlie! You just combed that horse top to bottom.
    You deserve a rest. You relax and put your feet up--I'll make the tea this
    time.
    Sumia: Oh! Um, all right.
    Sully: I'll be right back!
    <Sully leaves>
    Sumia: Hee hee, I've never seen Sully look so excited about anything!
    
    B Support
    
    Sully: I spiced the tea with crowberry extract and a dash of mustard. Do you
    like it?
    Sumia: It's wonderful! Thank you, Sully. Did I tell you I bought this tea from
    a traveling merchant? It's a rare blend.
    Sully: Har! You don't see many merchants selling tea in these troubled times.
    Sumia: But troubled times are when people need a nice cup of tea most! That's
    what the merchant said, anyway, and I'm inclined to agree with her.
    Sully: Works for me! Let's forget about war for a bit and just have a nice
    chat...
    Sumia: Oh, yes, let's! That would be so nice! Um... So... What should we talk
    about? I told you everything I know about horses. I guess we could have
    some...girl talk?
    Sully: Oooo! Does little Sumia want to confess her forbidden love?
    Sumia: S-Sully! Shhhhhh! Someone might hear you!
    Sully: Har har! I saw right through you on that one! C'mon, we're both women
    of the world, right? We know which way the wind blows. And what are friends
    for if not to hear confession of a sultry midnight passion?!
    Sumia: Well it's hardly... Heh, all right, then. But you have to go first!
    Sully: M-me?! But I... I mean I don't... Dammit, Sumia! That's hardly fair!
    Sumia: Hee hee! You're funny when you're flustered.
    Sully: W-well, it doesn't matter anyway. My love life's duller than a sack of
    flour.
    Sumia: Heh, you're so shy all of a sudden! You weren't like this when we were
    talking about pegasi.
    Sully: Yeah, but that's a HORSE! I can talk about horses all damn day. Love's
    just so... Er, you know? Lovey.
    Sumia: ...Would you rather talk about horses some more, Sully?
    Sully: Hell yes!
    
    A Support
    
    Sully: Huh. When you put 'em side by side, there's hardly any difference at
    all... If not for the wings, pegasi and horses would look exactly the same.
    Sumia: They even eat the same food! Maybe they're cousins of one sort or
    another.
    Sully: It's just odd. How the hell did pegasi end up with wings?
    Sumia: I've always wondered how the horses lost theirs.
    Sully: Har! I never thought of it that way! In either case, they're strange
    animals. Although I guess you can say that about almost anything. Dragons...
    People...
    Sumia: I think that every creature is weird and wonderful in its own way!
    ...Except cows. Cows just annoy me.
    Sully: When I was a kid, I was taught that the gods made all the world's
    creatures. So then I asked who made the gods! ...Har! That shut 'em up right
    quick.
    Sumia: Oh, I do so hate ponderous questions like that. They only serve to
    remind me how little we know about anything.
    Sully: Yeah, I know how you feel. We make up all these stories and legends to
    explain crap we don't understand... But they usually make even less sense than
    just saying "we don't know"!
    Sumia: That's how we end up fighting wars over ideas. Because no one knows
    who's right.
    Sully: I guess war is inevitable when everyone has their own version of the
    truth.
    Sumia: I'd like to think that one day we can live in a world that doesn't know
    war.
    Sully: Know what? I think that day's coming. ...And maybe sooner than you
    think.
    Sumia: That would give us more time to drink tea!
    Sully: And talk about horses!
    Sumia: Hee hee! Yes, of course.
    
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    Sully/Lon'qu
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    C Support
    
    Sully: Those were some impressive moves on the battlefield today, Lon'qu.
    Lon'qu: Ngh...
    Sully: Your fighting is so fluid, yet so crisp. It's amazing to watch. I'd
    love to see how my own moves stack up someday.
    Lon'qu: I refuse.
    Sully: Har! Scared?
    Lon'qu: No. I simply have no interest in fighting you.
    Sully: The hell does that mean? You think you got me beat before we even
    start?
    Lon'qu: ......
    Sully: You don't know thing one about me! Not until we've crossed blades.
    Lon'qu: You are a woman.
    Sully: ...Oh, that does it. Draw! Draw and defend your life!
    Lon'qu: Stop!
    Sully: Make me!
    <Clang>
    Lon'qu: ...That would have hit me.
    Sully: Then it's a good thing you parried. Let's see if you're as quick next
    time.
    
    B Support
    
    Sully: Come on, Lon'qu. Let's spar!
    Lon'qu: We did. You won.
    Sully: Pfft. That? I've seen you fight, and that wasn't half what you're
    capable of. It doesn't count if you win when the other guy's not even trying.
    Lon'qu: Half is all I can offer someone like you.
    Sully: Oh, what? Can't fight a woman? Afraid I'll break a nail? I expect this
    crap from a lot of people, Lon'qu, but not you!
    Lon'qu: I mean no insult. The fault is mine alone. I have an...aversion to
    women. A crippling, involuntary reflex. You're a true warrior, and skilled.
    But I cannot fight you.
    Sully: Is this some childhood-trauma thing? Did a girl take your lunch money?
    Lon'qu: Something like that.
    Sully: Well, I won't pry. Everybody's got their secrets. ...Wait. Does this
    happen to you on the battlefield, too?
    Lon'qu: I manage to suppress it in instinctual, life-and-death situations.
    Sully: So if your neck were on the line, you'd be able to fight. That makes
    sense... HAAAAAA!
    <Stab>
    Lon'qu: Are you mad, woman?!
    Sully: Going for the kill would be the easy fix, but that isn't really an
    option here. But I figured if I turned up the intensity, I might be able to
    trigger a survival reflex. Now pretend I'm about to kill you!
    Lon'qu: You ARE mad!
    
    A Support
    
    Sully: Hey, Lon'qu. What's new?
    Lon'qu: Nothing. Would you like to spar?
    Sully: Finally stopped seeing me as a woman, eh? It usually doesn't take guys
    this long.
    Lon'qu: No. Nothing changed in that regard. Over the course of sparring, I've
    just...gotten used to you.
    Sully: I guess anyone would after staring me down for that many rounds. Does
    this mean the gloves can finally come off?
    Lon'qu: Indeed. I am sorry for the long delay. I owe you a debt that I intend
    to repay with steel.
    Sully: Oh, you ARE feisty today! Let's begin.
    Lon'qu: ...Hyaaa!
    
    S Support
    
    Sully: Damn my hide! You're like fighting with a hurricane! I almost miss the
    days when you were still hung up on women.
    Lon'qu: My aversion isn't gone, but you've proven that it can be quelled. You
    have made me stronger. I'd accepted my weakness, but you carved it from me by
    force. And through our matches, you pared me down to expose a better man.
    Sully: Fighting you has made me a better warrior as well. And a better woman.
    Lon'qu: This is forward of me, but I have very little experience with such
    things, so... This ring is for you, if you're of a mind to wear it.
    Sully: I'd be honored, Lon'qu.
    Lon'qu: With your help, I know I can grow stronger still. That I can become a
    worthy partner.
    Sully: Har! This from the guy who just wiped the floor with me! Well then?
    What are you waiting for?
    Lon'qu: I don't understand.
    Sully: With all that emotional stuff sorted, I feel like a fight!
    Lon'qu: ...Heh. As you wish!
    
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    Sully/Ricken
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    C Support
    
    Ricken: Well, I think that should do it. Wait, is this even the right page?
    Er, Sully? You should probably stand back. This might explode.
    Sully: Whoa, check out all the vials! What are you cooking up?
    Ricken: Medicine.
    Sully: You must have one hell of a cold.
    Ricken: Not that kind of medicine. This is a potion to hasten the rate of an
    organism's growth.
    Sully: There's a medicine for that? Huh. So, uh, what are you using it on?
    Ricken: Me.
    Sully: Is that safe?
    Ricken: ...Er, completely?
    Sully: Are you asking me, or telling me? Look, why do you even need something
    like that anyway?
    Ricken: I'm tired of being dead weight. I need to grow up in a hurry!
    Sully: Ha! Growing up isn't about size, and it sure as hell ain't about age.
    Not to mention how awkward things would get if you were suddenly 40...
    Ricken: I guess, but...
    Sully: Look, you think I got strong with potions and weird magic? It took time
    and effort. You'll grow just fine without dabbling in the exotic arts.
    Ricken: Thanks, Sully. I guess I'll pour this out.
    Sully: Just keep it away from me.
    Ricken: It's meant to be used on plants, anyway. Heh. What if I'd grown
    leaves?
    Sully: Pour the damn thing out already!
    
    B Support
    
    Ricken: Ooh, Sully! I just read about a crazy new potion!
    Sully: I thought I told you to quit messing around with that stuff! ...Yeah,
    okay, I'll bite. What's it do?
    Ricken: It turns a woman into a man!
    Sully: And you came running to me with this why?
    Ricken: Well, I figured you'd be the first in line.
    Sully: If anyone else had said that to me, I'd make them eat their own guts.
    Look, Ricken. I'm fine as I am. I'm not looking to switch sides.
    Ricken: But I heard you say before you hated not being taken seriously because
    you're a girl.
    Sully: Right, but the problem isn't me. It's that other folks are small
    minded. It's a stupid way to think, and I aim to prove it. I'll outfight every
    man on the field, but there's no point if I don't do it as me. Understand,
    Ricken?
    Ricken: Wow, Sully. I wish I could think like you. I'd rather be anything
    besides myself. Anyway... Sorry. I didn't mean any offense.
    Sully: No worries. I know you meant well, even if you came across like a dolt.
    Ricken: Ha ha ha! Yeah, I know.
    
    A Support
    
    Sully: What sort of recipe are you looking up this time, Ricken? Chrom isn't
    going to turn into a slug or something, is he?
    Ricken: Ha ha! No, this is just my journal. I'm through making weird potions,
    so you can stop worrying.
    Sully: Har! So you mean I won't get to see you sprout leaves?
    Ricken: Okay, enough! I get it! Potions are a tool, not an answer.
    Sully: Hey, that's pretty good. You're starting to sound all grown up.
    ...Wait, have you gotten taller?
    Ricken: Er, I dunno. I don't really see myself, you know?
    Sully: Come here... Yup. You've definitely grown an inch or so. At this rate,
    you'll be taller than me soon.
    Ricken: YESSS! ...Er, I mean, height isn't as important as keeping people safe
    in the field.
    Sully: Har! Nice save!
    
    S Support
    
    Sully: Thanks for the support out there, Ricken. That could have gotten ugly.
    Ricken: Glad to help!
    Sully: You've become a real powerhouse. You're every bit a full-fledged
    Shepherd. I feel like I could take on anything with you at my back.
    Ricken: ...I'd rather be at your side than at your back.
    Sully: My...side?
    Ricken: I mean, as an equal! I mean, not while we're fighting. I mean... Here.
    Sully: This is a ring, Ricken.
    Ricken: You said I was a full-fledged Shepherd? Well, I'm also a full-fledged
    man. I love you, Sully. Marry me!
    Sully: That is really damn direct, you know that? But I suppose that's one
    thing I appreciate about you.
    Ricken: R-really?
    Sully: I like you, Ricken, but more importantly, I trust you. And that's
    exactly what I need from the man by my side.
    Ricken: You mean it? ...YESSS!
    
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    Sully/Gaius
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    C Support
    
    Sully: Hey, hold up. I want a word with you, Chuckles.
    Gaius: Meeeeeee?
    Sully: Didn't I see you near my tent this morning? Kicking the pegs and
    lifting the tarp?
    Gaius: Oh, was that your tent? Yeah, I was admiring the handiwork. I always
    appreciate well-made canvas.
    Sully: So listen, I'm missing a gemstone from my baggage. Now I want you to
    close your eyes and think very, VERY hard. Did you see any dodgy characters
    skulking around the area? Thieves or the like?
    Gaius: Hmm... Nope, can't say I did. But if I had, rest assured I'd introduce
    them to the sharp end of my dagger.
    Sully: All right. But if you DO see something you'll let me know. ...Right? 
    Aaaaaanything at all. Aaaaaanyone suspicious.
    Gaius: Yes, of course I will. ......
    Sully: Something wrong, Chuckles? You look like you just swallowed a lime.
    Gaius: You know--and I really hate to say this--but I'm starting to think you
    suspect...me.
    Sully: You damn well better not be accusing me of mistrusting a fellow
    Shepherd!
    Gaius: Whoa, hold on! I was just thinking out loud! Put the sword away, if you
    please. It's not a completely unreasonable assumption given my...profession.
    <Gaius leaves>
    Sully: If a thief doesn't want to be suspected, he should stop skulking around
    like a thief...
    
    B Support
    
    Sully: Hey, Chuckles. I've been looking for you.
    Gaius: Hello, Sully. Slap anyone upside the head lately?
    Sully: Not yet, but the day is still young. So, um, I found my missing jewel.
    It turned up in a magpie's nest. Stupid thing must have flown into my tent and
    taken the first shiny bit it saw.
    Gaius: Well, I'm glad that case is all tied up with a big bow.
    Sully: So, listen. I owe you an apology. I left the tent flap open after all.
    And the first thing I did was come looking for you. Anyway...sorry.
    Gaius: All water under the bridge. And, uh... Well, maybe I was wrong to take
    umbrage at your questions. I mean, I AM a thief. Taking things is kind of in
    the job description.
    Sully: I've always prided myself on judging people fairly and without
    prejudice. But as soon as I saw my gem was missing, you were the first person
    I thought of.
    Gaius: Well, it's not like Chrom or Lissa would be ransacking your things, now
    is it? Suspicion and a lack of honor are just all part of the thieving game.
    Sully: "Honor is of the body; hone the body, and honor shall grow strong."
    Gaius: I'm sorry, what was that?
    Sully: It's a portion of the knight's code. The one I strive to follow every
    day. Basically, if you work your butt off, you can train both body and honor.
    So if you're worried about honor, don't be. I'll train the shiftiness right
    out of you.
    Gaius: I don't know. Exercise is more of a knight thing. We thieves need our
    downtime.
    Sully: You'll have plenty of downtime in the grave, Chuckles. We start
    tomorrow. At dawn. In the training yard. Oh, and maybe bring a bucket or
    something to puke in.
    Gaius: Oh dear.
    
    A Support
    
    Sully: I told you to drop and give me 50, maggot, but it looks like you just
    dropped!
    Gaius: *Pant, pant* Can't...we...take...a break? I'm feeling...dizzy. Wine. I
    need...wine and bread. And some...cheese...
    Sully: What's that, maggot? I can't heeear you! Now get up. Warm-ups are
    finished--it's time to start training for real!
    Gaius: Oh, for the love of all that's holy! Please, have mercy... Urk... A-all
    right. I'm up. Wobbling, but up. What's...next?
    Sully: Good, Gaius. Very good.
    Gaius: Wh-what?
    Sully: I pushed you as hard as I knew how, but you still haven't given up.
    Everyone else who attempted my training had run home to Mommy at this point.
    Gaius: If I knew running was an option, I would have fled long ago.
    Sully: Heh. You're just saying that. I can see in your eyes that you're ready
    for more!
    Gaius: The only thing I'm ready for is death's sweet embrace... Although now
    that I have my breath back, perhaps I could do another round. Truth be told,
    this exercise has a way of lifting a man's spirits.
    Sully: Oh? Did they need lifting?
    Gaius: I often brood about my misspent youth, when I was but a mere bandit.
    Mayhap there's something good to this "good for the body, good for the soul"
    flapdoodle. Though more likely, I'm just too tired to think clearly.
    Sully: Or maybe my training is actually taking effect. This is great, Gaius.
    Look how much you're learning! Tomorrow we meet an hour before dawn--we have a
    lot to get through. 
    Gaius: Argh. Please tell me that today was not just a primer for the horror to
    come... (I can't believe I'm actually starting to enjoy this madwoman's
    company.)
    Sully: Stop mumbling, maggot! You've still got 23 laps to go!
    Gaius: Right!
    
    S Support
    
    Gaius: *Gasp* *pant* W-well, Sully...? Can we...call it a day...?
    Sully: What...*pant*...are you talking about... We're...just getting
    started...
    Gaius: Except...you're sounding...a wee bit...pooped yourself... *pant*
    Sully: No, you're...*wheeze*...imagining it...
    Gaius: *Cough, cough* Ungh... This is...ridiculous... Wh-why can't I
    breathe...? Sully...I've...got something...important to ask you...but...
    Sully: Important...? Like...what?
    Gaius: Th-the thing is... I can't ask while we're...wheezing like a pair of
    asthmatic bellows.
    Sully: I-it's okay... I always...*gasp* have important conversations...like
    this.
    Gaius: If...if you insist... Here...this is *pant* for you... Sorry... Can't
    lift it...
    Sully: It's...a ring?
    Gaius: *Gasp* Yeah... I want you to...marry me...
    Sully: What? Wh-why...me...?
    Gaius: B-being...with you...*wheeze* gives me strength...to face...the
    horrible past... Long explanation... More complicated... Can't...get into
    it...now...
    Sully: *Wheeze*
    Gaius: *Pant* I know...this is...out of the blue and all, but...
    Sully: I...accept.
    Gaius: Eh? *cough* *sputter* Y-you do?
    Sully: You're...the first...to survive my training...this far. I think...
    there's no limit...to how far we can...*pant* go together...
    Gaius: S-sorry about...the proposal... Wanted...candles...and harp music...
    Sully: N-no...it's...it's perfect...*splutter*
    Gaius: How...so...?
    Sully: N-normally...*pant* things like...pride and shame...tie our tongues...
    But...now that...we're at death's door...we can speak...from the heart.
    Gaius: Hah ha-- *gasp* *splutter* You might be...right...
    Sully: I know I'm right...
    Gaius: I... I think I'm...starting to get my breath back.
    Sully: Whew... Yeah, so am I. ...... Soooooo...
    Gaius: Yeaaaah...
    Sully: Ready for another 10 laps?
    Gaius: Sounds great!
    
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    Sully/Gregor
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    C Support
    
    Sully: Hey, Gregor.
    Gregor: Is sad times when youngsters address elders without proper title!
    Sully should be calling Gregor "sir"! He is old, yes? Is only polite.
    Sully: Whatever. Listen, I hear you have a fighting style that's fearsomely
    effective. That true?
    Gregor: Many brave men will testify to Gregor's skill with blade. Is too bad
    all are being dead! Ho ho ho! Oh, Gregor love that joke.
    Sully: Great. Then what say you and I have a duel?
    Gregor: Mmm... What you pay Gregor?
    Sully: You want to be paid for fencing practice? We're allies, you old coot.
    You should be helping me for free!
    Gregor: Gregor is sellsword who swings swell sword! Dinner must get on table
    somehow, no?
    Sully: I'll put you on the table, old man! ...... Never mind. Fine. But if I
    pay you, I get to set some conditions.
    Gregor: Conditions?
    Sully: You say you're a top fighter, but how do I really know that? You might
    curl into a ball at the first sign of trouble, and then I'm out good coin! So
    here's the deal: I only pay if you manage to teach me something new.
    Gregor: Beautiful lady is driving for hard bargain. She is craving coin-back
    guarantee! But Gregor accepts, so long as he sets condition of his own...
    Loser must obey one request from winner! Even if humiliating! We have deal,
    yes? Or are you like the cat who is scared?
    Sully: Deal. I'm tired of men like you underestimating women like me!
    Gregor: Oy, but you are wrong... Gregor underestimate no one. Especially not
    muscle-bound lady with great chip on shoulder.
    Sully: Then this should be interesting.
    
    B Support
    
    Sully: Hello, Gregor.
    Gregor: ......
    Sully: Oh, for the love of... Hello, "Sir Gregor."
    Gregor: Oh, hello, Sully. Gregor not seeing you there.
    Sully: I want another duel with you. A serious one. No holds barred! I've been
    training hard since our last skirmish, and I think I'm ready.
    Gregor: Training hard? Is sounding like bad news for Gregor!
    Sully: We spent so much time arguing over terms the other day that I lost the
    damn fight. Then you were supposed to come up with a humiliating punishment,
    but you didn't. Just making me call you "sir" isn't enough motivation. I need
    more! So come on! Get off your butt and duel me for your very honor!
    Gregor: Oy, we are having place to ourselves, yes? Why speak of fighting and
    honor? Gregor thinks this is good time to whisper sweet nothings into ears.
    But, if talking with swords is better, okay. Kiss of steel is also sweet sound
    to Gregor. But when you lose, Gregor make you do very, very, very, humiliating
    something.
    Sully: Let's go!
    
    A Support
    
    Sully: Gregor.
    Gregor: Oy, Sullykins.
    Sully: Stop calling me that.
    Gregor: Ho ho! You no like name Sullykins? But name suits you. Very ladylike.
    Sully: There's nothing ladylike about it, you flea-ridden old goat!
    Gregor: You wound Gregor. When comrades fight together, they give pet names,
    yes? Is sign of friendship and respect, yes? "Hail, Sullykins, brave and
    faithful ally!" Come, Gregor and Sullykins are friends. No need to make with
    the blushings. 
    Sully: I'm not...blushing.
    Gregor: But newfangled name is not only reason Sullykins is embarrassed! You
    know real reason, yes? Sully secretly in love with Gregor!
    Sully: You say that again, and I'll shove my sword so--
    Gregor: Ho ho ho! Gregor likes women with steam-filled head! Maybe he teases
    you more.
    Sully: And maybe I'll turn you into a doormat!
    Gregor: Oy, Sullykins. You draw your sword and challenge Gregor to do battle?
    Sully: You have insulted me and my honor for the last damn time!
    Gregor: And if Sully loses? Then what?
    Sully: Then that life and honor are yours to do with as you will.
    Gregor: Gregor accepts terms from Sullykins! Is ready when she is...
    
    S Support
    
    Sully: Gregor? I wanted to ask you something about our duel last week.
    Gregor: If you want to dispute results, Gregor have nothing to say.
    Sully: No. I accept that you're better. ...For now, at least. But I can't
    accept the punishment you gave me for losing. I lost a duel fair and true, yet
    you refuse to claim the damn prize. Now name your terms so we can be done with
    this and I can sleep at night!
    Gregor: Gregor is no longer interested in competition with woman like you.
    Sully: What the hell does that mean?!
    Gregor: Gregor fights with you many times. Gregor wins many times. Is enough.
    Sully: I already admitted you won! So if you're gonna refuse just because I'm
    a woman--
    Gregor: Is not because you are woman. Is because you are Sully.
    Sully: Oh, so now what does THAT mean?!
    Gregor: Gregor cannot fight woman who he is loving so madly. So instead of
    beating you with sword, he buys you lovely gift instead.
    Sully: ...Is that a ring?
    Gregor: Gregor is wanting to marry you, yes?
    Sully: I don't understand. ...Why me?
    Gregor: Because you are a fine woman. Strong and brave and proud! Gregor is
    long time admiring Sullykins from afar.
    Sully: ......
    Gregor: Gregor knows he is old man with many scars and fattened belly. So is
    okay if you say no. But do not be saying so because of duels! That, Gregor's
    poor heart could not take.
    Sully: I wouldn't say no because of that. ...And actually, I wouldn't say no
    at all.
    Gregor: Wait... Gregor is confused. Is meaning Sully says yes?
    Sully: I've learned a lot from you, Gregor. About fencing and swordsmanship,
    sure. But also honor and respect. I think we could make a pretty damn fine
    team if we married.
    Gregor: Oh, words of joyfulness! Gregor will do his happy dance!
    
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    Sully/Libra
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    C Support
    
    Libra: Hoofprints? This far out? Hmm... It seems they continue for some
    distance.
    Sully: Looking for something, Libra? I can help if you want.
    Libra: Ah, Sully. You are very kind. And what's more, you've helped already.
    For it seems you are responsible for the far-ranging hoofprints.
    Sully: You mean my HORSE is responsible, right? Anyway, sounds like you've got
    time on your hands. Mind if we talk for a bit?
    Libra: I'm afraid I haven't much of interest to say, but I'm more than happy
    to listen.
    Sully: With all the newcomers we're taking on, the camp's gotten pretty busy.
    It's hard to get any privacy, huh? I imagine it must be doubly hard for a
    woman like you.
    Libra: ...... I'm a man.
    Sully: Oh. Right. Er, yeah. Of course. Well, this is pretty damn awkward.
    Libra: Please. It's not an unfamiliar situation for me. Though I must say,
    your question is somewhat perplexing. Aren't you capable of supplying a
    woman's perspective yourself?
    Sully: Well, yeah, sure. But...you know. I'm not exactly GIRLY. ...Gods, that
    came out wrong. Er, look. I'll just ask someone else. Thanks for your time, 
    though!
    Libra: Of course.
    
    B Support
    
    Sully: Do you have a moment, Libra?
    Libra: Yes, of course. What is it?
    Sully: Look, I'm sorry as hell that--
    Libra: Is this about the other day? Please, Sully. You already--
    Sully: Er, no. I'm actually apologizing in advance for what I'm about to ask.
    Libra: That's...ominous.
    Sully: I really hope you won't take this the wrong way, but I wanted to
    know... How do you feel about looking so...pretty? I mean...lady pretty?
    Libra: Oh. That is...not what I was expecting you to ask. But, well... I don't
    know that I feel much about it one way or the other. There isn't much I can do
    about the way I look, after all. Yes, being mistaken for a woman can pose some
    minor difficulties. Especially in bath houses. Or taverns. Or, um, anywhere,
    actually. But why do you ask?
    Sully: Well, see, I'm not exactly the girly type, you know? I ask people to
    treat me the same as a man, and I don't let anything limit me as a knight. But
    talking to you the other day got me thinking that... I don't know. Maybe it's
    just time I accepted myself more for who and what I am.
    Libra: I fear I make a poor model for this question, Sully. You'd be better
    served by any number of others in our camp.
    Sully: What makes you say that?
    Libra: A man of the cloth should be a beacon of hope. A light in the darkness.
    He ought never let his smile falter, nor forget to treat all with warmth and
    respect. At the very least, that is the sort of man I aspire to be.
    Sully: That's exactly the sort of man you ARE, Libra.
    Libra: So you say. And yet, I cannot help but feel I'm merely skilled at
    playing such a figure. I worry that my entire person is an act. A hollow
    shell.
    Sully: Libra...
    Libra: I apologize. It was not my intent to burden you with my idle ramblings.
    Pray, forget it.
    
    A Support
    
    Sully: Do you have a dream, Libra? Any grand goal in life?
    Libra: Hmm... I suppose it would be to see the world at peace once more.
    Sully: Har! I figured you'd say something along those lines. You know, it's
    okay to want something for yourself once in a while.
    Libra: To see happiness in others brings me equal amounts of joy.
    Sully: Yeah, I'm sure that's true. But sometimes you still have to think of
    JUST you. It's like you're actively trying to deny yourself pleasure or
    happiness. I just wonder why sometimes, is all.
    Libra: I wonder why it is you would trouble yourself so over a humble man like
    me.
    Sully: Maybe I'm just a nosy jerk. Ever think of that? Or maybe... Well, I
    dunno. I just like you, I guess.
    Libra: Oh?
    Sully: It's like you and me are kindred spirits in a way. The tomboy to end
    all tomboys, and the most beautiful man in the land!
    Libra: Heh. Opposites though we are, we share quite a bit. I feel a closeness
    to you as well.
    Sully: What do you say? You and me, partners for the long haul?
    Libra: I would be honored.
    
    S Support
    
    Libra: Might I have a moment?
    Sully: Uh, Libra! S-sure! What's up?
    Libra: Are you feeling well? You look flustered.
    Sully: Oh, I'm fine. I just remembered what I said the other day. I guess I'm
    kind of embarrassed. To listen to me run my mouth off, you'd think I was
    professing my love.
    Libra: ...Then you weren't?
    Sully: Of course not!
    Libra: Well, it appears to be my turn to feel ashamed. I fear I mistook your
    words. How vain I must have been to go so far as to procure this...
    Sully: Oh, damn. You got me a ring.
    Libra: I am terribly sorry. I was so thrilled to hear we saw one another as
    kindred spirits, and I just... I'll dispose of this. Please think no more of
    it.
    Sully: W-wait! It'd be a shame to waste it! I mean, it's so... Um... I accept,
    Libra.
    Libra: This is not the sort of item I would have you accept out of pity. For a
    thing so small, it bears more weight than I would trouble anyone to bear.
    Sully: Well, I'm pretty good at lifting heavy stuff.
    Libra: But...
    Sully: I'm not doing this out of pity, you damn fool! I'm doing it because I
    like you. ...And I want to live my life with you.
    Libra: Then I will give it gladly!
    
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    Sully/Henry
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    C Support
    
    Sully: Hey, Henry.
    Henry: Hi, Sully! Need something?
    Sully: Just wanted to chat, if you have a second. I'm still not completely
    sure how we wound up with a Plegian mage in our camp. Er, but don't get me
    wrong! I'm happy you're slinging spells from our side.
    Henry: Happy to help! Just point me at the enemy, and I'll curse 'em to gooey
    bits. Pchew pchew pchew! Nya ha ha!
    Sully: ...Right. You specialize in that dark-magic stuff, don't you? So,
    what's the deal? Can you really take an enemy out with just a curse?
    Henry: Yep! Sure can. Just takes a liiittle bit of time and planning. What
    about you? Ever curse anybody?
    Sully: A knight is honor bound to face her enemy in fair and honest combat. I
    would never resort to such dirty, underhanded means! Hmm... But the enemy
    might... Say, Henry? I got a favor to ask. I need you to slap a curse on me
    sometime. No big deal, whatever's easiest.
    Henry: Absolutely! I'll need a pound of flesh, seven fingernails, and your
    left kidney. Nya ha ha! I jest. A single hair will do just fine.
    Sully: *Pluck* Here ya go.
    Henry: Yay! I'll start working on this little guy so we can get you all cursed
    up.
    Sully: You're awfully sunny for a dark mage.
    
    B Support
    
    Sully: Mnnngh... Ch-chest...burning! F-fever...rising! C-can't...breathe!
    Henry: Oh! Oh, oh, oh. It looks like sooomeone got cursed! Yaaay!
    Sully: Hngh... H-Henry?
    Henry: Nya ha ha! One tailor-made curse, just as requested. I finally got one
    to take. And it was no easy task, you big overachiever, you!
    Sully: C-call it off... P-please...
    Henry: What, already?
    Sully: Grkk... HURRY!
    Henry: You got it. *Mumble, mumble* *hiss* ...All done!
    Sully: *Cough* Whew... It felt like I was dying.
    Henry: That's 'cause you WERE! ...You totally still had five or six solid
    minutes left, though.
    Sully: The curse was fatal?!
    Henry: Well, it wasn't going to be at first, but it turns out you've got
    buckets of willpower. Like I said, none of the little ones took. So I had to
    bump the stakes up a teensy bit. Hope ya don't mind!
    Sully: You're crazy! But I'm even crazier for having asked for the damn
    thing... So wait a second. What do you mean about the first curses not taking?
    Does that have to do with strength or willpower or something?
    Henry: Yep yep! That's it, all right. I can curse till I'm blue in the face,
    but if their will's stronger than mine? Pbbt.
    Sully: Which means that you were eventually able to overcome my will...
    Thanks, Henry. I think I've got more training to do than I thought.
    Henry: Aw, don't fret! You're the toughest nut I ever cracked, and I've
    cracked a lot. Hey, you wanna go again? I've got the cutest little death altar
    all set up...
    Sully: I'll let you know.
    
    A Support
    
    Sully: Hyaaa! ...HAH!
    Henry: *Grunt* Yeow!
    Sully: Oh, crap! Henry! Sorry about that! I didn't mean to hit you. Are you
    hurt? I just didn't see you there.
    Henry: Aw, shucks. Just a little elbow to the face! No harm done. No sense
    crying over a bloody nose. Nya ha ha! ...Ooh, blood.
    Sully: You know, I can't remember seeing you get upset. Not even a little.
    Henry: I can't remember BEING upset. Folks here are so nice, and even bad guys
    are pretty great when they splatter. When life gives ya lemons, use 'em to
    ward off scurvy. That's what I say!
    Sully: No anger, no frustration, an unusually upbeat attitude... I'm starting
    to see how you beat me in the willpower department. I've got all kinds of
    anger and frustration flying around. It's tough to keep 'em in check.
    Henry: Aw, you're going to make me blush. I'm nothing special.
    Sully: I think it's your humility that I envy the most, actually. I feel like
    I'm always in a desperate struggle against my own pride.
    Henry: Yeah, but you're a knight, right? You kind of HAVE to be prideful.
    You've got goals and focus and honor and stuff. Can't have that without pride.
    I think that's super great, myself! I've never had anything like that.
    Sully: ...Heh. Thanks, Henry.
    
    S Support
    
    Sully: Grrrah! ...YAH!
    Henry: Training again? I'll keep my distance this time.
    Sully: I've got a long ways to go if I hope to stave off your curses.
    Henry: Does building an iron body make your will stronger too?
    Sully: Ability honed through training gives me confidence, which in turn
    grants willpower. At least, that's the plan.
    Henry: Sounds like a good one to me!
    Sully: You know, I was really shaken up when you were able to curse me. At
    first I thought I was just bitter, but I'm not sure anymore. I think there's
    another reason you always overwhelm me...
    Henry: Nya ha ha! Guess you'd better do a few more reps then, huh?
    Sully: Ha! An iron will won't help with this.
    Henry: Aw, Sully. You're getting mushy on me, aren't you?
    Sully: No, it's just... Well, yes, actually. Kind of. Look, you're always
    cheerful and confident, and that appeals to me. All right?
    Henry: Oh, wow! That's great. Because I think you're pretty special, too. So
    is now a good time to skip on down to the market for a ring?
    Sully: ......
    Henry: Hey, tomorrow works if that's better. Wait, did I say something wrong?
    Sully: Is there NOTHING that can faze you? I just proposed, and you didn't
    even flinch. I'll have to train harder than I thought if I want to get the
    drop on you.
    Henry: The fighting kind of training, or the loooooove kind?
    Sully: Oh, your eyes are gonna bug out when you see what I've got planned.
    Henry: Really? I made a pegasus knight's eyes do that once. I drew pictures!
    Wanna see?
    
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    Sully/Donnel
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    C Support
    
    Sully: Rraaagh!
    <Stab>
    Soldier: I yield! I yield! M-mercy!
    Donnel: She's just like one of them knights out'a the stories Ma used to tell!
    I'm jealous somethin' fierce...
    Sully: I'm not LIKE a knight, kid. I AM a knight.
    Donnel: Urk! Ya heard me then, did ya?
    Sully: Half the camp hears your every thought! You're not exactly subtle.
    Donnel: B-beggin' your pardon, Sir Ma'am! I didn't mean nothin' by it. So, uh,
    do ya think maybe you could tell me what bein' a knight's like?
    Sully: As long as you promise to stop calling me "Sir Ma'am." Why are you
    asking, anyway? Thinking of becoming a knight?
    Donnel: Oh, gosh, no! It's just that knights and such is the stuff'a legend to
    me. Ain't never seen one back on the farm, and now here you are, and... Well,
    I reckon I'm curious, is all.
    Sully: Curious to see how close I am to your storybook version?
    Donnel: I ain't tryin' to impose on ya. If it's a big ol' hassle, just say so.
    Sully: It's fine. Come find me at dinner. We can talk there.
    Donnel: Thank you, Sir Ma... Er, Sully! That's mighty kind of ya!
    
    B Support
    
    Donnel: Thanks again for before, Sully. Mighty kind of ya to take the time.
    Sully: What, our chat about knights? I'm just glad someone actually cares.
    Donnel: Ya mean that? 'Cause I'd sure love to hear more, if ya don't mind
    none.
    Sully: Oh, come on. It couldn't have been that interesting.
    Donnel: I reckon not to you, but it's a whole new world to me!
    Sully: Hmm... All right, then. Let's barter.
    Donnel: Barter? Ah, shucks, Sully. I ain't got nothin' to offer. 'Less you
    wanna take an IOU on a couple'a piglets...
    Sully: I don't want your livestock, Donny. I want your stories.
    Donnel: You want me to tell ya 'bout life back on the pig farm? Well, it ain't
    like I mind talkin', but farm life's dull as rocks.
    Sully: To you? Sure. But to me, it's probably going to be fascinating. I grew
    up in a damn castle, remember? I'm curious how you farm folk live.
    Donnel: Well, I reckon I owe ya a tale or two. What say I come find ya at
    dinner?
    Sully: I reckon that sounds great.
    Donnel: Hey! Ya sound just like me!
    
    A Support
    
    Sully: Heya, Donny. Thanks for the wild stories the other night.
    Donnel: Ya mean like the one 'bout the greased-pig run? Why, sure! Farmin'
    ain't as glamorous as knightin', but I s'pose we have our laughs.
    Sully: I'd never have guessed how much fun I missed out on as a city girl.
    Donnel: I wouldn't be too eager to trade lives if I was you.
    Sully: Hmm?
    Donnel: Well, I hate to spoil the fun, but there's lots on the farm what ain't
    a hoot. Stories I told only covered the good times. There's plenty what ruin a
    year's crop. Flood, drought, raiders... Plus, we lose pigs to sickness darn
    near every season. Yessir, the farmin' life's a hard one, and no denyin'.
    Sully: I'm sure you're right, but knighthood's no bed of roses, either. Sure,
    it's glamorous, but there's politics and backstabbing behind the scenes. And
    you've got to follow the orders you're given, even when they're stupid.
    Believe me, farmers aren't the only ones with troubles.
    Donnel: So you was just cherry-pickin' the good stories too, eh?
    Sully: Maybe we should sit down and swap horror stories next time.
    Donnel: I don't much go in for scary talk. Ain't got the stomach for it.
    Sully: No, not literal horror stories. ...Just the less-happy ones. You can't
    understand someone's world until you know both sides of it.
    Donnel: I reckon yer right about that... All right, then. It's a deal!
    
    S Support
    
    Sully: Hey, Donny. You up for another story session?
    Donnel: Well, sure, but... Do ya really wanna hear more'a me flappin' my gums?
    Ain't I keepin' ya from other things? ...From other people?
    Sully: You aren't keeping me from a damn thing. Look, if you're tired of our
    little chats, just say so.
    Donnel: It ain't like that at all, Sully! Heck, I like talkin' to you more'n
    about anything.
    Sully: Then get to it! I'm always interested in what you have to say.
    Donnel: Oh gosh! Is she sayin'... Wait, she ain't sayin' she's INTERESTED
    interested, right?
    Sully: Er, Donny? You're mumbling like a madman again.
    Donnel: But she ain't said that she AIN'T either... Hmm, but no...
    Sully: Hey! Mumbles! If you've got something to say, then out with it!
    Donnel: Gah, fine! Here! Take it!
    Sully: ...Is this a ring?
    Donnel: Oh gosh, Sully! Marry me, please!
    Sully: ......
    Donnel: Aw, heck. This ain't how I wanted it to go, but I was fixin' to burst
    if I didn't ask ya! I told ya my whole life's story, the good and the bad, and
    ya listened to it all. I knows yer a knight and a beautiful lady and I'm just
    a grubby ol' pig farmer. But ya listened, and ya cared, and darn it all if
    that don't make me love ya.
    Sully: Pig farming's not so grubby.
    Donnel: Ya wouldn't say that after muckin' stalls for ten years.
    Sully: But it's honest. I know the work is hard, your village is poor, and
    times are lean... But I'd take the smelliest sty over the festering rot you
    find in court society. There's a beauty to farm life. That much is clear,
    listening to your stories. And I think I might like to give it a try.
    Donnel: Then... Will ya...?
    Sully: Yes, Donny. Once this war is over, I'll experience farm life,
    firsthand.
    Donnel: Yee-haw! I feel like I'm dreamin'! Someone pinch ol' Donny!
    
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    Sully/Kjelle
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    C Support
    
    Sully: Phew... That's enough for today.
    Kjelle: Yes, ma'am!
    Sully: You're good, kid. Good enough to keep me on my toes.
    Kjelle: I learned from my mother.
    Sully: What, you mean me? Er, I mean, future me? Dammit! I can't wrap my head
    around all this time-travel business!
    Kjelle: You fight just like the mother I knew. ...Which makes sense, I
    suppose.
    Sully: That explains why you're so hard to beat. You know all my moves.
    Although, wait. There's one thing I don't understand...
    Kjelle: What's that?
    Sully: You're not great on horseback, are you? How'd that happen? I'd think I
    would've taught you better.
    Kjelle: But you never taught me how to ride.
    Sully: What? Why not? Did you guys have to eat all the horses or something?
    Kjelle: We had horses. What we lacked was talent. Or more specifically, I
    lacked it. You said I was a lost cause, so I wound up teaching myself.
    ...Poorly.
    Sully: Huh.
    Kjelle: So yeah, come to think of it, now's your chance.
    Sully: Oh? My chance for what?
    Kjelle: To teach me how to ride! I mean, it IS your fault I don't already
    know.
    Sully: MY fault? How is it MY fault? I haven't done anything! I haven't even
    HAD you yet!
    Kjelle: But you will! So come on, what do you say? Please?
    Sully: ...Oh, fine. If you're so damn intent on learning, we'll work it into
    the regimen.
    Kjelle: Perfect! Thanks, Mother.
    
    B Support
    
    Sully: All right. That's it for today's training.
    Kjelle: Yes, ma'am! Thank you, ma'am! So? Am I any better on horseback? Maybe
    just a little?
    Sully: ...What do you think?
    Kjelle: Not...really? Maybe I really don't have the talent for it.
    Sully: Talent is an excuse! You lack practice, not talent.
    Kjelle: No... You're right. I'm sorry. I guess I just got frustrated.
    Sully: Still, there IS something strange here...
    Kjelle: How you own daughter could be such a poor rider?
    Sully: No, not that. The fact that my future me told you anything different
    than what I told you myself.
    Kjelle: That it's a matter of practice, not talent?
    Sully: Yeah. I hate that word, "talent." Always have. So why would I ever say
    you lacked it?
    Kjelle: Well, to be fair, you never used the word "talent"... I believe your
    exact words were "you're not suited for riding." But it's basically the same
    thing.
    Sully: Hmm... Well I'm sure I wouldn't say it without some reason...
    Kjelle: Uh-oh. Does that mean you're going to stop teaching me again?
    Sully: I'm no damn quitter! We'll finish what we started or die trying.
    Kjelle: Whew! Thanks!
    Sully: Still, there's something funny about all of this...
    
    A Support
    
    Sully: You have a minute, Kjelle?
    Kjelle: Did you need me, Mother?
    Sully: Well, I think I figured out why I didn't teach you how to ride in the
    future.
    Kjelle: Oh no! Does this mean you're going to stop giving me lessons?
    Sully: Just listen: it takes a special talent to navigate a mount around a
    battlefield. But it's not the be-all, end-all of combat. Everyone has their
    own unique skill set. I think I probably wanted you to find your own way to
    fight.
    Kjelle: But why? Riding is a crucial skill.
    Sully: Because I'm your mother.
    Kjelle: What?
    Sully: One tiny slipup can cost a warrior her life out in the field. And if I
    saw a risk, no matter how small, I'd want to nip it in the bud.
    Kjelle: But...you're teaching me now.
    Sully: Well, uh... Look, maybe it took a little bit for the whole maternal
    thing to sink in. I agreed to teach you without really thinking about it. I
    acted like I was training a peer more than raising my daughter. ...Make sense?
    Kjelle: So your thinking has changed?
    Sully: Damn right it has! Spending all this time together, I feel a lot
    more...motherly. I think that's why I can see where future me was coming from.
    I would've been older than you, and worried about what you'd do when I was
    gone.
    Kjelle: So you discouraged my riding since you wouldn't be there to protect
    me? ...Huh. In other words, you did what you did because you cared about me.
    Sully: It's just a guess. I mean, I can't very well go ask future me about it,
    right?
    Kjelle: I suppose that means the end of my lessons. *sigh* It was fun while it
    lasted. I still think I'd be more effective on horseback, but I guess it's not
    meant to be.
    Sully: Now just a damn minute--who said anything about giving up?
    Kjelle: What? But you just... Aren't you saying you agree with why you stopped
    teaching me?
    Sully: Yeah, maybe, if I was future me! But I'm NOW ME! We're practically the
    same age here! We can fight side by side for the rest of our lives, girly.
    Kjelle: Then you'll keep training me?
    Sully: Course I will! I'm sure I'd understand... Er, will understand... Er,
    whatever! And given we're both so young and fit, there's no excuse not to
    train hard! Hope you're ready to sweat...
    Kjelle: ...J-just try to be a LITTLE gentle, would you?
    Sully: I CAN'T HEAR YOU! LET'S GO, LET'S GO! MOVE IT!
    Kjelle: Y-yes, ma'am!
    
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    Vaike                                                                    [VAI]
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    Vaike/Robin(M)
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    Please see Robin(M)/Vaike.
    
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    Vaike/Robin(F)
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    Please see Robin(F)/Vaike.
    
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    Vaike/Chrom
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    Please see Chrom/Vaike.
    
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    Vaike/Lissa
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    Please see Lissa/Vaike.
    
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    Vaike/Sully
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    Please see Sully/Vaike.
    
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    Vaike/Miriel
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    C Support
    
    Vaike: HIYAAARGH! HIYUUUP! GWAAAAAAR!
    Miriel: Would you be so kind as to put an end to your caterwauling? I'm trying
    to read, but I can't hear myself think over your incessant grunting.
    Vaike: Har har! You gotta give it your all when ya train, or it's just a waste
    of time.
    Miriel: ...Hmm. Yes, I suppose that makes sense. The explosive release of air
    from the lungs generates power in peripheral muscles.
    Vaike: Who's got periwinkle mussels now?
    Miriel: And rapid spin attacks create centripetal force that increases overall
    speed. Fascinating! I imagine you used complex calculus to optimize your
    methods?
    Vaike: Lady? From what you just said I understood "fascinating," and that's
    about it...
    Miriel: Surely you developed these skills of yours by calculating the forces
    involved?
    Vaike: I don't need a buncha math mumbo jumbo. I do it all by instinct!
    Miriel: Irrational means have yet taken you to a rational technique...
    Fascinating. Perhaps this "instinct" of which you speak bears further
    investigation.
    Vaike: Fightin' a war ain't rational, lady. Just watch me in the next battle.
    Miriel: Very well. I shall do just that.
    
    B Support
    
    Miriel: Ah, Vaike.
    Vaike: Heya, Miriel! So did you watch me fight or what?
    Miriel: Indeed. I observed that your battle shouts enhanced the effectiveness
    of your blows. Often the foe would briefly let down his guard, granting you a
    momentary opening. I had not realized the impact war cries could have on the
    psychology of an enemy.
    Vaike: Yeah, yeah. But what about me? What about the Vaike?!
    Miriel: I observed the details of your moves, but not from the perspective of
    the foe. Perhaps an analogy would be helpful here... So if we were to assume
    that you are a planet, and the enemy is the sun--
    Vaike: Hey, wait. I wanna be the sun!
    Miriel: But the sun does not travel around planets. Rather, planets spin
    around the sun. Or so it was postulated in my mother's book. It has yet to be
    proven...
    Vaike: You sure it's not your head spinnin'? I don't see this ground going
    anyplace.
    Miriel: Alas, we cannot sense this motion, making the theory intuitively
    difficult.
    Vaike: All right, sure. The ground's spinnin'. Just like when I swing my
    weapon, yeah?
    Miriel: Yes. This generates the centripetal force we discussed the other day.
    I'm glad we had this conversation. It has helped clarify my thoughts on the
    subject. Would you mind terribly if we continued our discussions? For research
    purposes?
    Vaike: You mean chat as friends? Er, well, sure. After all, we have so much
    in...uh, common?
    
    A Support
    
    Vaike: Face it, lady--you've got more brains in your big toe than I have in my
    whole noggin. So why me? You must have egghead pals who are into this century-
    petal-force stuff.
    Miriel: Yes, but you possess in abundance something that I do not--instinct. I
    learn a great deal from our conversations. They are most rewarding.
    Vaike: Well, I suppose I like talkin' to you, too. Not that I understand half
    of whatcha say... Speakin' of which, what's that giant brain of yours thinkin'
    about today?
    Miriel: Bonds.
    Vaike: ...Bonds?
    Miriel: There is nothing so complex and deserving of study as the human heart.
    And additionally, the bonds of friendship that arise unbidden between
    acquaintances. Whence do these bonds of friendship occur? How do they change
    us? Mold us?
    Vaike: Are ya askin' me? 'Cause I'd say stuff like that just...happens. It's
    like...when you fight alongside someone, you start to trust 'em and like 'em
    better. Take us, for example. You and I are startin' to like each other more.
    Right? I think of you as a friend, and you think of me the same way. ...Er,
    right?
    Miriel: I certainly find you an interesting subject for observation.
    Vaike: Er, yeah... That's not really what I meant. *Sigh* For someone so
    smart, you sure can be pretty slow sometimes... Okay, how about this: Why
    don't you and I go out together?
    Miriel: Go out? Where? And to what end?
    Vaike: We could walk around town, maybe drop by the alehouse for a pint and
    some chat? It's how folks strengthen their bonds. That's what you're
    interested in, right?
    Miriel: I fail to see how meandering about town will impact our relationship.
    But I am ever willing to experiment. Perhaps your instincts will teach me
    something new.
    Vaike: So...that's a yes, right? You'll go with me?
    Miriel: Yes, by all means--take me to this alehouse of yours.
    
    S Support
    
    Vaike: Hello, Miriel.
    Miriel: Ah, Vaike! My friend! Hello, friend.
    Vaike: Er, you don't have to call me "friend" all the time. We can just take
    it as a given. The best thing about friends is bein' comfortable around each
    other.
    Miriel: Ah, I see. I must confess, informality does not come...naturally to
    me.
    Vaike: Aw, Miriel. Is that a blush?! Don't tell me you're gettin' shy on me
    now!
    Miriel: Shy? Of course not. I have never--That is to say...I... Perhaps. Only
    a little.
    Vaike: Heh, you sure you're feelin' all right? I've never seen ya be tongue-
    tied before.
    Miriel: N-no, it's just... Ever since we visited the alehouse, I haven't eaten
    well. I assumed the fault lied with the buzzard-and-kidney pie, but...it's
    something else. When I think of you, I fell a...tightness. Here, in my chest.
    Is this friendship?
    Vaike: Um... Actually, what you're feelin' is a lot more serious than
    friendship.
    Miriel: Blast! It IS a malady. I knew it! Is it fatal? Is there a cure? Oh, I
    must be ill if I'm asking you of all people for advice...
    Vaike: *Ahem* Prooobably could have phrased that better. ...But never mind. I
    think what you're feelin'...is love! You've fallen in love with me!
    Miriel: What?! Gracious... How...fascinating. I'd intended to research
    friendship, but now I can observe love in its natural state. I must not let
    this opportunity pass! You will help me in my research, yes?
    Vaike: Er, look, Miriel. If I'm bein' honest here, I have feelings for you,
    too. Real feelings... So yeah, I'm on board for your research, but not just
    that... I want to make you my wife! Let's get hitched!
    Miriel: Do you speak of a connubial relationship? A blessed sacrament?
    Marriage? Well, yes. I suppose that would be an enthralling, zesty experience.
    Vaike: ...You know what? I'm just gonna assume that means yes! So what do you
    say? Let's blow this place and go find a ring!
    Miriel: Ah, the ring. Is it a talisman that evokes the bonds of love? Or
    merely a symbol of the husband's right to his wife's person and property?
    Vaike: ...It's just a bloomin' ring! It means I promise to be your husband and
    honor you and blah blah blah. It just makes it all official-like.
    Miriel: Wouldn't a sealed and witnessed contract be more appropriate?
    Vaike: Hah! It's just what you do, all right? If ya get married, you gotta
    have a ring!
    Miriel: ...Fascinating.
    
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    Vaike/Lon'qu
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    C Support
    
    Vaike: Spinnin' backslash, comin' at ya! HIYAAAAAARGH!
    Lon'qu: ...Hya!
    Vaike: Sweet ogre pie, that was well evaded! You're a quick little bugger.
    Lon'qu: Idiot! You nearly removed my head.
    Vaike: Now, now, don't get your smallclothes in a twist. I was just testin'
    ya, is all.
    Lon'qu: Testing me?
    Vaike: That's right. And you'll be pleased to know, you've met--nay, exceeded
    expectations! You can be my squire and pupil, and I'll see if I can't make a
    real warrior outta ya.
    Lon'qu: I'm going to assume this is just an elaborate joke.
    Vaike: C'mon, whaddya say? You can be my right-hand man!
    Lon'qu: ...Gods, he's serious. I have no desire to be your pupil, fool!
    Vaike: Sure ya do! Everyone does! No need to play hard to get.
    Lon'qu: Such persistence! ...Very well. If you defeat me, I'll consider it.
    Vaike: But you haven't had any trainin' yet! It wouldn't be fair.
    Lon'qu: Where I'm from, strength is the only law that matters.
    Vaike: Well, I guess that's simple enough. All right, then! Are ya ready?
    Lon'qu: Always.
    
    B Support
    
    Vaike: So this is where you're hidin', Lon'qu! You and me need to have another
    fight!
    Lon'qu: I will give you as many as it takes.
    Vaike: Don't get cocky on me, now! I've been practicin' since the last one.
    This time I'll thump ya good, and then you'll have to be my squire!
    Lon'qu: I have no doubt you have become stronger and more adept. But I have
    not been sitting idly by. I, too, have grown stronger.
    Vaike: Really? Oh. Well, damn. So how about this? Let's have you stop trainin'
    for, say, three days. That'll give me a chance to catch up and make it a fair
    fight!
    Lon'qu: If strength is the only law, then tell me why I would do such a thing.
    Vaike: Well, because...I have a dream. And I need someone like you to make it
    come true.
    Lon'qu: ...A dream?
    Vaike: Why, yes! Glad ya asked! See, what I wanna do is--
    Lon'qu: Enough! I care only for two things: the strength of your arm and the
    mettle of your blade.
    Vaike: Sooo, that's a yes then?
    Lon'qu: If it's a fight you want, then a fight you shall have! Begin!
    
    A Support
    
    Vaike: Lon'qu! This time I'm ready for ya, and no mistake!
    Lon'qu: After your last showing, I thought you'd be finished with duels. How
    many times must I defeat you before you admit failure?
    Vaike: I ain't a man who gives up a dream because of a setback! ...Or, uh,
    two.
    Lon'qu: Surely there are other candidates to be your protege? Perhaps you can
    even defeat some of them.
    Vaike: Graaagh! No, no, and no again! It has to be you, and none other! It
    ain't just your skill with the blade. It's the way ya fight in battle. You've
    got a fire in ya! A warrior's passion!
    Lon'qu: I don't--
    Vaike: I need that passion to fuel my dream. That's the only way it'll come
    true.
    Lon'qu: You seem to possess more than enough passion yourself.
    Vaike: See, that's EXACTLY my point! We birds of a feather gotta stand
    together! I light the fuse, you provide the fuel, and then we kick heinie all
    over!
    Lon'qu: Perhaps you have a point.
    Vaike: Of course I do!
    Lon'qu: But we must be equals. I refuse to function as either pupil or squire.
    Vaike: Partners, eh? Sounds good to me!
    Lon'qu: Then why didn't you say so sooner? BEFORE we had all those fights?!
    Vaike: I dunno. Guess it never occured to me. Anyway, ya wanna hear my dream?
    Lon'qu: No. So long as you can hold your own in combat, I shall be satisfied.
    Until the next battle...partner.
    <Lon'qu leaves>
    Vaike: W-wait! I gotta tell ya my dream! How can we be partners if I don't?
    
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    Vaike/Maribelle
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    C Support
    
    Maribelle: *Sigh*
    Vaike: Uh-oh. Something troublin' ya there, Maribelle? Cares got ya down? You
    can tell ol' Teach all about it!
    Maribelle: Oh, hello, Vaike...
    Vaike: ...Wait, what? No fancy zinger? No swipes at you old friend Vaike? That
    ain't you at all! This must be some serious troubles, eh?
    Maribelle: ......
    Vaike: Aw, come on, Maribelle. What is it?
    Maribelle: Vaike? Am I a...snob?
    Vaike: ...Is THAT what you're worried about? That kinda talk never seemed to
    bother you before. Why now?
    Maribelle: So I AM a snob! Oh, I knew it! I've been thinking a lot about
    myself and my behavior lately. And you know what? I'm a snob! A sad,
    inexcusable woman who is proud and vain beyond her station...
    Vaike: Whoa, hold on now! Don't be hasty. I mean, sure, when ya first got
    here, ya wouldn't even look at us normal folk--
    Maribelle: Yes, but you were all SO uncouth! What with the stench of the slum
    about you.
    Vaike: Now, see, there it is again. And just when I was startin' to think
    better of ya.
    Maribelle: Better of...me?
    Vaike: Today's the first time I've ever heard ya even consider you might be
    wrong. Dummy that I am, I thought for a moment that ya might be changin' your
    ways... But I guess a tigress don't slip her stripes so easily, huh?
    Maribelle: Pah! I hardly think it is YOUR place to criticize ME, miscreant!
    Vaike: Yeesh! The tigress kept her claws, too!
    
    B Support
    
    Vaike: Whoa, look at them two fat, juicy apples! Luck is smilin' on ol' Teach
    today!
    Maribelle: Vaike? Might I have a moment?
    Vaike: Well, sure. What can I do ya for?
    Maribelle: I was told that Chrom wagered his dessert on some game with you and
    lost. This simply will not do. Gambling in such times is beyond shameful!
    Vaike: If there's shame in winning an apple fair and square, it's that it
    don't happen more often!
    Maribelle: Enough! You've had your fun, but it simply is not done. Hand over
    the ill-gotten fruit.
    Vaike: If ya want this apple, you'll have to earn it like I did--by rollin'
    the dice!
    Maribelle: You wish me to gamble to show you that gambling is wrong? I believe
    that you are missing the point...
    Vaike: Well, all right. If you're too hoity-toity to toss dice with ol' Teach,
    then...
    Maribelle: I am NOT hoipy toipy... Hatty totty... Oh, FINE. Just give me the
    dice.
    Vaike: Har har! That's the spirit! But first, ya gotta say what YOU'RE
    wagering.
    Maribelle: Oh, whatever. It does not matter. Whatever you like.
    Vaike: Oh? Whatever I want, I can have of you?
    Maribelle: Virtue and right always prevail in the end. I've no doubt how this
    contest will turn out.
    Vaike: ...You ain't gambled much before, have ya?
    
    A Support
    
    Vaike: Er, Maribelle? Milady? Would ya mind givin' this to Chrom?
    Maribelle: An apple? But I lost our bet...
    Vaike: Right, and that's why ya had to join me for a drink in a common
    alehouse. Our wager's settled. This is just me havin' a change of heart. Don't
    worry, it's fresh. I got it yesterday. Paid for it with honest coin and
    everything.
    Maribelle: Then am I to assume you have renounced your gambling ways?
    Vaike: Well, I wouldn't go so far as to say that. Tomorrow's another day, eh?
    Maribelle: Fair enough. Still, I must admit...it was quite interesting to dine
    with the masses. And I ended up with an apple as well... Perhaps by losing, I
    actually won out!
    Vaike: Heh, you really didn't mind slumming it down with us common filth, eh?
    Maribelle: It was an absolutely fascinating experience! All the smallfolk are
    each so very different... I didn't even mind the smell, after a time.
    Vaike: Yeah, it didn't exactly go like I planned... I thought I'd teach you a
    lesson about how people take lookin' down your nose at 'em. But after ten
    minutes you had 'em all charmed. They loved you like a sister! Maybe you ain't
    such a snob after all.
    Maribelle: Perhaps not, tee hee. Oh but you simply MUST take me there again
    sometime. Do promise me, Vaike!
    Vaike: Uh...sure? I guess?
    Maribelle: Splendid! It's a date. Now I must find Chrom and deliver his apple.
    <Maribelle leaves>
    Vaike: ...The Vaike ain't wrong often, but maybe this time...I could be? Maybe
    I misjudged that woman...
    
    S Support
    
    Maribelle: ...Checkmate.
    Vaike: Aw, donkey ears! Not again! These damn noble games are like stickin'
    hot needles in my brain!
    Maribelle: Please. Tantrums are so unbecoming. ...Elderberry tea?
    Vaike: Oh, er, sorry. ...Uh, milady. Tea would be...lovely.
    Maribelle: Now don't gulp it down like a drowning fish! Sip gently... Let the
    palate savor it... You did say you wanted to acquire noble manners, correct?
    Vaike: Somethin' like that, yeah. I figured if you can get along with
    commoners, I can learn to like nobles.
    Maribelle: Your commitment is admirable. Now, what shall we have you do next?
    Hmmm...
    Vaike: Hey, what about--
    Maribelle: Tsk! I won our last wager, remember? Next we do whatever I say.
    Vaike: Ya know, for someone so against it, you sure got fond of gambling
    quick!
    Maribelle: This isn't gambling! It only counts if one wagers money or
    valuables... Speaking of which, perhaps you'd care to show me that thing
    you've been hiding?
    Vaike: Wh-what? You mean this old thing? Aw, it's just--
    Maribelle: It's a ring, is it not?
    Vaike: Yeah, it's a ring. I ordered it special. Actually, it's... It's f-for
    you. ...Milady. It's...an engagement ring... You've got a sharp tongue, sure,
    but things are never dull when you're around... And old Teach just hates it
    when things are dull! ...So I was thinkin' maybe--
    Maribelle: *Ahem* Vaike, I have decided how you can settle your debt from our 
    last wager.
    Vaike: ...Yeah?
    Maribelle: Give me that ring, and make me the happiest woman in all of the
    realm! You may have lost the bet, but you have won my heart.
    Vaike: Aw gladly, milady, gladly! ...Wait, you're saying you'll marry me, 
    right?
    
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    Vaike/Panne
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    C Support
    
    Vaike: Panne! Ya got a sec?
    Panne: Leave me be, human.
    Vaike: Nope, sorry. Can't do it. We need to talk about your battle strategy. I
    don't like ya runnin' off and fightin' the enemy on your own.
    Panne: If you desire the glory of the kill, you will have to move faster.
    Vaike: This ain't about glory! When ya charge ahead like that, it puts us all
    in danger. We can't keep up, and then our formations start to break down.
    Panne: I'll not be told when and where to fight by ignorant man-spawn! If my
    fighting style troubles you, you should look the other way.
    Vaike: Pshaw! Not likely! Even if I wanted to, you're always in the thick of
    the action.
    Panne: Man-spawn usually find it easy to ignore the existence of a taguel.
    Vaike: Har! Like you beasts are any better. You wish all us humans would up
    and vanish, and ya don't mind sayin' so!
    Panne: Why, you--
    Vaike: Aw, don't try to deny it! We both know it's true.
    Panne: Enough! If you wish me to follow like an obedient whelp, I shall
    oblige. It should prove amusing watching you blunder around the vanguard!
    <Panne leaves>
    Vaike: ...Well, that could've gone better.
    
    B Support
    
    Vaike: Hey, Panne.
    Panne: What now? Are you here to give me more unwanted battle orders? Don't
    worry, man-spawn. I'm staying as close to you as a mother to its kit.
    Vaike: Yeah, I know. And I appreciate it. Buuut... Maybe it'd be better if ya
    moved a little closer to the front lines. Fightin' at the rear ain't your
    style.
    Panne: First you tell me to stay behind, and now you order me to advance? It's
    obvious what your real desire is: you want us fighting shoulder to shoulder. I
    refuse. I don't trust you man-spawn one bit. This taguel fights alone.
    Vaike: All right, I admit it. Ya got me. But I think we make a pretty good
    team, and I wanted to keep ya close.
    Panne: You humans are beyond trust.
    Vaike: Look. I ain't the smartest guy in the room, and I don't know much about
    taguel folk. But I know about YOU. You're brave and straightforward and
    honest, and I like that. I reckon ya got more honor than most humans I've
    known put together. Back in the slum where I grew up, trust earned ya a blade
    in the back. So you're smart not to trust our lot. ...Leastwise that's how I
    see it.
    Panne: Then why would I trust YOU?
    Vaike: 'Cause there's a difference between trustin' a human and trustin' a
    friend. We Shepherds all look after each other. ...Or ain't ya noticed?
    Panne: I had sensed a...fellowship. Almost like a pack.
    Vaike: Anyway, just think it over, Panne. I've done enough preachin' for one
    day.
    <Vaike leaves>
    Panne: Such a strange man...
    
    A Support
    
    Panne: Vaike?
    Vaike: Hold on. YOU wanna talk to ME? Ain't that a kick in the teeth! But
    before ya start, I gotta apologize for all my blather the other day.
    Panne: No apology is necessary. For some reason, I...enjoy talking with you.
    But I enjoy fighting with you even more. I have learned much at your side.
    Vaike: Har! They don't call me Teach for nothin'! And in truth, I appreciate
    the backup.
    Panne: You should be more careful about diving into the midst of our foe.
    Vaike: Har har! A tiger can't change his spots. Crazy Vaike, they used to call
    me!
    Panne: Heh...
    Vaike: Well slap my side and call me a drum. You CAN laugh! You should do it
    more often, ya know? It makes your whole face light up.
    Panne: Now you mock me! I know I must seem strange and...ugly in your eyes.
    Vaike: Ogre's teeth! Have you gone daft?! Taguel and humans both got beauty to
    spare! ...And maybe even a little ugly, too.
    Panne: How can you be so blind to the gulf that exists between our races?
    Vaike: I just see a woman who likes to imagine walls where there ain't none.
    Human, taguel, pixie, or troll: if yer loyal and true, we can be friends.
    Panne: I wish I could believe that.
    
    S Support
    
    Vaike: Is it my imagination, or have we been seein' a lot of each other
    recently?
    Panne: It is not your imagination. Whenever I have the opportunity, I try to
    be by your side. I am...comfortable with you somehow. It is a most
    extraordinary feeling.
    Vaike: Ya actually like bein' with me? 'Cause I like havin' you around, too.
    Panne: You remember our last talk? How you made me...laugh?
    Vaike: Yeah, sure.
    Panne: That was the first time I'd laughed since the massacre when I lost my
    friends. Sometimes I wondered if I would ever laugh again.
    Vaike: Har har! You just stick with me! Ol' Teach is always good for a laugh.
    ...Aw, heck. I was meanin' to save this, but I suppose now's as good a time as
    any.
    Panne: A...ring? This is for me?
    Vaike: Yeah, well, I was thinkin' that you and me might kinda sorta...you
    know, get married? I know it's forward as all heck, but I think you and me
    make a really good team. You can keep me outta trouble, and I can help ya be
    happy again! ...Maybe?
    Panne: You realize what you are saying, yes? A life with me will not be easy.
    Vaike: You're talkin' to Crazy Vaike, remember? There ain't nothin' I can't
    handle!
    Panne: Well, then... This Crazy Vaike sounds like a human I could trust. So
    yes. I accept your ring with all my heart. Thank you!
    
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    Vaike/Cordelia
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    C Support
    
    Vaike: Chrom! Hey, CHROOOOOOM! Come out, come out, wherever you are!
    Cordelia: Vaike.
    Vaike: Ah HA! Found ya!
    Cordelia: Do I look like Chrom, you oaf?! I wish you'd stop chasing him
    around.
    Vaike: I ain't chasin' no one. We're archrivals! Our paths are destined to
    cross.
    Cordelia: Destiny doesn't need your help, and Chrom doesn't need a rival. Stop
    bothering him. Let the man concentrate on winning this war.
    Vaike: Bothering him?! He loves sparrin' with ol' Teach! Ain't turned me down
    yet.
    Cordelia: That's because you corner him and refuse to go away until he agrees.
    Hear me, Vaike. If you hold any love for Chrom, you will let this go.
    Vaike: Hmm... The Vaike is starting to think this ain't about Chrom at all--
    it's about YOU!
    Cordelia: Oh, for the love of... Fine then. If it's a duel you want, I will
    accept your challenge.
    Vaike: ...YOU? Bwa ha ha ha ha!
    Cordelia; That's right. If you want to fight Chrom, you have to go through me
    first.
    Vaike: Oh, I get it--you think you can weaken me so I'll lose when I take on
    Chrom after? Hah! I would take the two of you with both hands tied behind my
    back! Let's go, sister!
    
    B Support
    
    Vaike: GYAAA! I almost had Chrom that time... I was so close!
    Cordelia: No matter how often you lose, you never give up, do you? It's
    almost...admirable. But why do you insist on using an axe? Chrom has the
    advantage with his sword.
    Vaike: Pshaw. I don't go in for that weapon-matchup mumbo jumbo. If I start
    thinkin' on the battlefield, I'm done for! I stick with what I know: instinct,
    brute strength, and the stupidity to keep fightin'!
    Cordelia: Do you really want to beat Chrom?
    Vaike: What do you think?!
    Cordelia: I've been watching you fight. You have the ability and talent, no
    doubt. But it's obvious you never learned the basics. Too pigheaded, I'm 
    guessing...
    Vaike: Hey, who you calling a pig?! I wash all the time!
    Cordelia: There are better ways to fight than swinging the axe wildly around
    your head. If you like, I can show you some techniques.
    Vaike: You really think you can help me beat Chrom?
    Cordelia: I can give you the tools. It's up to you to make them work.
    Vaike: Well, I got nothin' to lose. Let's do it!
    Cordelia: I should warn you, though... I don't go easy on my students.
    Vaike: Well I should warn you: you ain't never had a student like the Vaike!
    
    A Support
    
    Cordelia: Phew. Let's take a breather.
    Vaike: *Pant, pant* S-s-so soon...? B-but I can...keep...going...
    Cordelia: Bold words...if we ignore the fact that you can barely gasp them
    out. Rest and recovery are important parts of training. So now, we rest.
    Vaike: *Wheeze* Well, if...if you insist... I'll...just sit here...on the
    ground. Blistering bulls... I'm damn near dead...
    Cordelia: I must say, Vaike, you've impressed me. I didn't expect you to learn
    so much in such a short period of time.
    Vaike: Me either! I never had much patience for learnin' the basics... But you
    make it kinda fun. I'm pickin' up stuff I'd never learn alone. Hmm... I guess
    my way isn't always the best way after all.
    Cordelia: Why, how very unlike the Vaike to recognize that.
    Vaike: Takes a real man to admit when he's wrong! ...Or consider it, I guess.
    Cordelia: In any case, I'm very pleased with your progress.
    Vaike: There's one thing that's botherin' me, though...
    Cordelia: What's that?
    Vaike: Well, you know how me and Chrom are archrivals of destiny and fate? By
    teaching me, aren't you helpin' to take him down in a way?
    Cordelia: By making you stronger, I help Chrom to grow strong as well. Only by
    being challenged can we hope to better ourselves.
    Vaike: Hmm... Yeah, I guess that makes sense.
    Cordelia: The Shepherds need everyone at their best, and that includes you. So
    training is actually for the benefit of everyone.
    Vaike: Gads! When it comes to usin' yer noggin, you could give Robin a run!
    Cordelia: It's only because you never use your own head that we all seem so
    intelligent.
    Vaike: Hey, now wait just one--
    Cordelia: Looks like someone has his wind back! Shall we get back to work,
    then?
    Vaike: Yes, ma'am!
    Cordelia: Remember: this is REAL training. I won't be going easy on you.
    Vaike: Gimme everything you got! The Vaike's gotta defeat Chrom!
    
    S Support
    
    Vaike: Har har, yes! Didja see that?! I won a round against Chrom! I mean, he
    won one, too, so I guess it's technically a draw. But still!
    Cordelia: I did see--it was quite the spectacle. Both of you fought to your
    limits.
    Vaike: The sword's not my first choice, but I SWORE I'd win one eventually!
    'Sides, I reckon beatin' Chrom was the only way to cut through your heart's
    defenses...
    Cordelia: ...What are you talking about?
    Vaike: Maybe it's time you stop waitin' for Chrom. There're others just as
    worthy.
    Cordelia: I...I have no idea what you are talking about! And furthermore--
    Vaike: And when I say "worthy," I'm talkin' about the Vaike, natch! What say
    ya turn some'a that single-minded devotion my way?
    Cordelia: B-but, I'm still not sure I properly understand...
    Vaike: You've got passion, and I got passion! I'm thinkin' we can fan each
    other's fires and really set things ablaze! ...Here, I want ya to have this.
    Cordelia: ...This is a ring. Vaike, are you...proposing?
    Vaike: It's custom made, ya know? Had it crafted a while ago. I was hopin' I
    might knock Chrom outta your heart. And, well...I guess I'm still hoping. What
    do you say? I got a chance or what?
    Cordelia: I, er... Well... What I want to say is... Yes, Vaike. Yes.
    Vaike: Truly? You'll marry me?! Gods blow me down if this ain't the best day
    of the Vaike's whole life!
    Cordelia: Well the Cordelia feels the exact same way, hee hee...
    
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    Vaike/Nowi
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    C Support
    
    Nowi: *Sniffle*
    Vaike: Hey! What's all the snifflin' about?
    Nowi: Oh, n-nothing...
    Vaike: Ha! You can't fool the Vaike! I'm a master of psych... Er, psik... Ya
    know. Mind stuff!
    Nowi: I had a frightening dream.
    Vaike: A nightmare, eh? What about? Beasts? Ghouls? Snaggletooth witches?
    Nowi: I was all alone. Everyone had left me. Even Chrom and Robin.
    Vaike: Well, that's a daft dream! Chrom and Robin would never do that. Heck,
    no Shepherd would do that!
    Nowi: But in a hundred years you will. You'll all be gone.
    Vaike: Oh. Well, I guess so, yeah.
    Nowi: Then I WILL be alone! Waaaaaaaaaaaaah!
    Vaike: Look, ya can't go weepin' over what might happen a hundred years from
    now! Ya gotta live in the present and have fun while ya still can.
    Nowi: That's easier said than done.
    Vaike: If you've got time to brood about future centuries, you've got time to
    have fun. In fact, let's play a game right now! How about Headless Soldier?
    Nowi: Yaaay!
    
    B Support
    
    Nowi: Okay, I think I've got it this time... PLTHTHTH... PSZZZTHTHTH...
    Vaike: BWA HA HA! That's the worst whistlin' I've ever heard! Here, let me
    show ya again...
    Nowi: No! I've almost got it. Listen... PLSHTHTHTHT... *splutter*
    Vaike: Ya sound like a camel that swallowed bagpipes. But you're lucky. You
    got all the time in the world to practice.
    Nowi: Lucky? Ha! I don't see what's so great about it.
    Vaike: Gallopin' geldings, what I wouldn't give for an extra century or two!
    Then I know I could make my dream come true!
    Nowi: Dream? What dream?
    Vaike: To become the greatest warrior in the land and help the children of my
    old slum town. I want to improve their lot so they can help pull up folks
    around 'em. By the time I'm done, I'll have made life better for EVERYONE!
    Nowi: Oh! What a wonderful dream!
    Vaike: I was inspired by the exalt. She made a speech in my town once, see?
    But the thing is, I don't have enough time to make it all happen. If I had a
    few extra decades, I might be able to make somethin' of it.
    Nowi: Hey, I have an idea! If you die before you fulfill your dream, I could
    take over! With the two of us together, I know we could make it come true.
    Vaike: Really? You'd do that for Ol' Teach?!
    
    A Support
    
    Nowi: *Siiiiiigh*
    Vaike: Aw, come on! You're too young and pretty to be mopin' like this!
    Nowi: Vaike, I'm older than you. ...MUCH older.
    Vaike: Yeah, I know. But you're still a kid at heart, right? Anyway, what's
    the matter? Another scary dream?
    Nowi: The thing is, Vaike, I really like you. And that makes me sad. *Sniff*
    Because it means I'm really gonna miss you when you're gone!
    Vaike: Hey, don't bury me yet! And besides, you'll be helpin' me with my
    dream. It's like havin' me right there!
    Nowi: I promised to do that, and I will. But it's going to be so awful and sad
    and...and lonely without you. And then everyone else is gonna go away and...
    and... WAAAAAAAAAH!
    Vaike: H-hey now! Don't start cryin', Nowi! I ain't goin' nowhere.
    Nowi: P-promise? *sniff*
    Vaike: I guarantee it! So wipe away those tears, and let's start enjoyin' the
    day!
    Nowi: Th-thanks, Vaike. I feel better.
    Vaike: Har har! That's more like it!
    
    S Support
    
    Nowi: Hey, Vaike? Is it really true that you'll never leave me?
    Vaike: This again? Look, Nowi! I promised, didn't I? How many times are ya
    gonna ask the same question?!
    Nowi: I'm sorry. But I can't help thinking it's a promise you won't be able to
    keep.
    Vaike: All right, all right! One more time. I vow to never leave you--cross my
    heart!
    Nowi: Oh, thank you, Vaike! As long as YOU'RE with me, I'll never be lonely!
    Vaike: My company's that good?
    Nowi: It sure is!
    Vaike: Well then, uh... Maybe you'd do me the honor of acceptin' this.
    Nowi: Oh, a ring! How pretty!
    Vaike: Now you don't have to ask if I'm leavin' again. This proves I'll stay.
    Nowi: It...proves it?
    Vaike: That's right. It means I'll be your friend and stay by your side
    forever.
    Nowi: But what about--
    Vaike: Yes, even after I'm worm food! All ya have to do is close your eyes,
    hold this ring, and imagine me. Next thing ya know, I'll be standin' right
    next to ya! So stop worryin', all right?
    Nowi: Th-thank you, Vaike. You have...no idea what this means to me... *sniff*
    Vaike: Aww, don't start cryin' again!
    
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    Vaike/Tharja
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    C Support
    
    Robin: Hello, Tharja.
    Tharja: Oh, Robin! *siiiiiigh*
    Vaike: HEEEEEEY, THARJA! Whatcha up to, sister?!
    Tharja: Nothing you'd be concerned with. ...Or understand.
    Vaike: Hah! That's where you're wrong. When some creepy mage is followin' a
    friend around, Teach MAKES it his concern!
    Tharja: I'm not going to hurt Robin. I just find him/her fascinating. You on 
    the other hand...
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    <If Robin is male>
    Vaike: Hey, that Robin's a handsome lad, and no denyin'. Soft, silky hair...
    Strong, bulging--
    
    <If Robin is female>
    Vaike: Hey, that Robin's a handsome lass, and no denyin'. Soft, silky hair...
    Round, shapely--
    ******************************************************************************
    Tharja: Gods, you men are all the same. Completely obsessed with appearances. 
    My attraction to Robin is something I experience on a higher plane. It's a
    meeting of the minds.
    Vaike: Well, maybe you and me could meet minds! Folks say the Vaike is pretty
    spiritual.
    Tharja: You'd need to have a mind before I could consider meeting it.
    Vaike: Aw, come on! Gimme a chance! I'm all about meetin' stuff!
    Tharja: I'd have a better chance conversing with a donkey. ...Now go away
    before I decide to stab you.
    <Tharja leaves>
    Vaike: Monkey dung! What's that Robin chump got that I don't? Well, I'm gonna 
    find out, or my name ain't the one and only Vaike!
    
    B Support
    
    Tharja: It was so very nice to see Robin today. Hee. I think I'll just sit
    here for a bit and bask in the glow of--
    Vaike: HEY-OOOOOO, THARJA!
    Tharja: ...Or perhaps I'll end my day by killing a man. What do you want, you
    great sack of suet? Are you spying on me again?
    Vaike: Nope! Well, I mean, I WAS for a while, but I trust ya now. I had to
    make sure ya weren't up to any witchy business with my pal, Robin.
    Tharja: If I catch you spying on me again, I'll turn you into a toad.
    Vaike: Hey now! Ain't no need for those kinda threats!
    Tharja: I don't make threats. I make promises. Besides, isn't that what you
    want?
    Vaike: Turnin' into a toad? Are ya batty?!
    Tharja: Nothing is more intimate than having a hex cast upon you. The spell
    creates a bond between the mage and victim--a resonance of souls. You WERE
    eager to connect with me on this level, were you not? And besides, being a
    toad might increase your intellectual capacity.
    Vaike: Sweet, crispy goat haunch! I barely understand a thing you say! But ol'
    Teach thinks bein' soul mate to a fine gal like you would be preeetty sweet.
    Tharja: I'd have better luck being a soul mate with the gunk beneath your
    fingernails.
    Vaike: Waaait. Are you implyin' I'm stupid? 'Cause if you are, you're WRONG!
    Tharja: Evidence suggests otherwise.
    Vaike: Oh, he does, does he?! Well, I'm gonna find this Evidence fella and
    give him what for!
    
    A Support
    
    Vaike: Oh ho! Now THIS is a surprise.
    Tharja: Shouldn't you be off eating dinner with the others? I hear they're
    having lamb. You can throw the bones on the ground and everything.
    Vaike: Yeah, well, shouldn't YOU be havin' dinner, too?! Whatcha doin' out
    here all alone?
    Tharja: Nothing that concerns you.
    Vaike: Look, You can't brush me off that easily. Teach knows why you're here.
    Yer thinkin' about the battle today, yeah? About how some folks got hurt?
    Don't go blamin' yerself for that, now. You did all ya could.
    Tharja: ...I should have done more.
    Vaike: Look, you're a creepy lady and all, but ya still shouldn't be so
    focused on the dead. I mean, there's plenty of livin' around here still,
    right? So why not focus on them? Here, I brought ya figs and part of a pie.
    Thought ya could use a meal.
    Tharja: You planned this!
    Vaike: ...Huh?
    Tharja: You didn't just pass here by accident. You knew I was upset and
    followed me!
    Vaike: Look, if ya keep askin' questions, this pie's gonna get cold.
    Tharja: ...Perhaps I stand corrected.
    Vaike: About what?
    Tharja: I thought you lacked the ability to understand my mind. I may have
    been wrong.
    Vaike: Didja say that? I totally forgot. Now dig in!
    
    S Support
    
    Tharja: One bat wing... A dash of pig tail... And then...
    Vaike: I hope that ain't dinner yer makin'! Bwa ha ha ha ha! ...Er, no,
    seriously. Whatcha up to?
    Tharja: I'm brewing a potion for a spell.
    Vaike: Har! What is it? Fireballs? The Vaike loves fireballs!
    Tharja: I'd rather not say.
    Vaike: Why not? Ya gonna cast it on me? Bwa ha ha ha!
    Tharja: ......
    Vaike: Hey, wait! Ya ARE gonna cast it on me?! N-now look, sister! Ol' Teach
    told ya he don't wanna be no toad!
    Tharja: It's not a toad, I promise. ...Ah, there we are. Done. All right,
    Vaike. Drink.
    Vaike: Heck no!
    Tharja: You need to trust me, Vaike. This potion is special. It will allow me
    to capture your heart.
    Vaike: Wait, it's a LOVE potion? Har har! I coulda saved ya the bat wings!
    Before ya go pourin' stuff down my throat, take a look at this.
    Tharja: This looks like a ring.
    Vaike: See? Ya don't need spells or magic or whatnot to get my heart. Ya
    already got it!
    Tharja: Very well. I accept your proposal.
    Vaike: Aw, see? That's just swell! So, uh, maybe you'll just pour out that
    potion there, eh?
    
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    Vaike/Olivia
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    C Support
    
    Vaike: ...Huh?
    Olivia: *Sob*
    Vaike: What's wrong there, Olivia? Whatcha cryin' about?
    Olivia: The scent on the wind...
    Vaike: *Sniff* ...Huh? Wind smells fine to me! What's wrong with it?
    Olivia: It's the fragrance of change--of the passing of seasons. I cannot help
    but weep.
    Vaike: It's the what now?
    Olivia: Oh, no! Did I say that out loud?! Oh, I'm so EMBARRASSED! D-don't look
    at me!
    Vaike: Er, yeah. I'm gettin' increasingly confused by this conversation.
    Olivia: Why do these kinds of things ALWAYS happen to me?!
    Vaike: You mean sniffin' the air and breakin' into uncontrollable sobs?
    Olivia: Stars on a cloudless night... A single strawberry on a plate... A
    flock of birds soaring across the blue skies... Such beauty strikes my heart
    and overcomes me with emotion!
    Vaike: Just sounds like yer cryin' over a buncha weird stuff, if ya ask me.
    But hey, we all got our problems, right?
    Olivia: Yes...I suppose so.
    Vaike: Er, so these mooning fits of yours don't happen on the battlefield,
    right?
    Olivia: Oh, no! In combat, I remain totally focused at all times.
    Vaike: See then? Ya got nothin' to worry about! Still, ya might wanna avoid
    sniffin' the air with other folks around. People might think you're weird.
    Olivia: Er, yes. I'll try to keep that in mind. I'm sorry for putting you to
    trouble.
    Vaike: You ain't gotta apologize to ol' Teach! Just keep yer chin up, all
    right?
    Olivia: Oh, yes. Of course. I'm sorry I'm not more cheer--
    Vaike: Ogre's teeth, lady! Stop apologizin'!
    Olivia: S-sorry...
    
    B Support
    
    Vaike: ......
    Olivia: Oh, I'm SO sorry, Vaike!
    Vaike: Lemme guess: ya saw a wildflower at the bottom of the cliff and got all
    weepy. And THEN ya nearly fell off the dang thing 'cause ya couldn't see. That
    the gist of it?
    Olivia: Th-that's about it, yes. If you hadn't come along...
    Vaike: You'd have plummeted to your death. I know. Listen, why are you like
    this?
    Olivia: I don't know! I just... *sniff*
    Vaike: You're like one'a them long-haired weirdos that bangs gongs in the
    street.
    Olivia: *Sniff* I'm sorry...
    Vaike: Gads, you do like to apologize, don't ya? I really wish you'd knock it 
    off.
    Olivia: S-sorry...
    Vaike: Look, stop it. Try to say somethin' else for a change, all right? Like
    "Oh, Vaike, yer so wonderful!" or...somethin'.
    Olivia: Er, well... That is...
    Vaike: C'mon, you don't have to be so shy! You're talkin' to the Vaike here!
    Olivia: Th-thank you.
    Vaike: Hmmmmmmm?
    Olivia: For...you know. Saving me. Just now.
    Vaike: Oh, that. Har har! That ain't nothin'.
    Olivia: Oh, gosh. That wasn't a very good thank you, was it? I'm so sorr--
    Vaike: DON'T say it! It was great! Perfect! No need for any more apologizin'!
    Olivia: Oh, you must forgiv-- Er, I mean...all right.
    
    A Support
    
    Olivia: Oh, er, Vaike?
    Vaike: Yep?
    Olivia: I...wanted to say something about earlier. When I almost fell off the
    cliff?
    Vaike: Just so long as ya don't go apologizin' again!
    Olivia: Oh, no. Actually, what I wanted to say was... Vaike, I think you're
    wonderful.
    Vaike: Huh?
    Olivia: Oh, GODS! Did I say the wrong thing?! I did, didn't I? Oh, I'm just
    going--
    Vaike: No, it was fine! I just...wasn't expectin' it, is all. And while I
    agree about that wonderful bit, what's it got to do with the cliff?
    Olivia: Well, er, it's just that when we spoke afterward, you told me... That
    is... See, you asked me to say that you're wonderful. So I thought about it, 
    and--
    Vaike: That was AGES ago!
    Olivia: Er, so?
    Vaike: Look, Olivia. Ya can't just go savin' up compliments for whenever. If
    somebody does somethin' great like save yer life, ya tell 'em right away! Not
    weeks later when everyone's forgotten about it!
    Olivia: Oh. Sorry...
    Vaike: ......
    Olivia: But you DID save my life. So now I have to find some way to repay you.
    Vaike: Well, there is ooone thing you could do for me, I s'pose. Wanna hear
    it?
    Olivia: Oh, yes! Please, I'd love to!
    Vaike: No more apologizin' to me. Ever.
    Olivia: Er...
    Vaike: "Sorry this" and "sorry that" makes it impossible to have a proper
    chat. And, frankly, I was kinda hopin' we could sit down and talk sometime!
    Olivia: Oh? I-I see... Then I'll try...
    
    S Support
    
    Vaike: Say, Olivia? You got a sec? I was hopin' we could chat.
    Olivia: Of course, Vaike. What is it?
    Vaike: Well, I was just thinkin'... Ever since ya stopped with the
    apologizin', we've been havin' some great times! Don't ya think?
    Olivia: Oh, er...yes... I suppose... I mean, I like talking to you! ...I
    think. Mostly.
    Vaike: Right! And 'cause it's all goin' so swimmingly, I thought I'd give ya
    this. If ya take it, we'll be able to keep talkin' till we're old and batty!
    Olivia: ...Oh my gosh, Vaike. Is this a ring?
    Vaike: Oh, and uh... You know our little rule? Well, consider it suspended for
    now.
    Olivia: What do you mean?
    Vaike: I mean, ya can apologize to me right now if...ya know. If ya need to.
    Otherwise it'd be hard for ya to turn me down and all. I mean, if that were--
    Hey, are you backin' away from me?
    Olivia: Oh, gods, I'm SO embarrassed, I have to... I have to...
    Vaike: Hey, it ain't like I do this every day either, sister!
    <Olivia leaves>
    Vaike: Mopin' monkeys, she just took off! She's a funny one, that girl. Hope
    she comes back soon. The Vaike don't wanna stand here all day like a chump... 
    ...... Yup. Aaanytime would be great. Just any old time now.
    <Olivia returns>
    Olivia: ...Er, Vaike?
    Vaike: There she is!
    Olivia: Um, that was... I mean... I shouldn't have run off like that.
    Vaike: It's all right. You can say it. I told ya, apologies'll be accepted.
    Olivia: No. That's the thing... You don't have to lift the rule. ...See?
    Vaike: ...You're wearin' it? You're wearin' the ring!
    Olivia: I think it suits me.
    Vaike: Of course it does! I ordered it all special for ya!
    Olivia: I'm very honored, Vaike. Er, Vaike?
    Vaike: Yep?
    Olivia: I...I love you.
    Vaike: Holy ogre toes! Why didn't ya say so before now?!
    Olivia: Because I'm...bad at communicating...
    Vaike: Look, I tell ya what. You marry me, and I'll do the talkin' for the
    both of us. Sound like a plan?
    Olivia: It certainly does!
    
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    Vaike/Cherche
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    C Support
    
    Vaike: Egads, lady! That STINGS!
    Cherche: Hush. That's how you know it's working.
    Vaike: Your bedside manner could do with a bit of work.
    Cherche: You're the one who tried to fight my poor wyvern, Minerva, with your
    bare hands! If I hadn't come along when I did--
    Vaike: If you hadn't come along, I woulda won! I was just linin' up my
    finishin' blow.
    Cherche: Is this when you were curled on the ground with your hands over your
    head? Or when you were running amok like a sad, headless chicken?
    Vaike: H-hey! How long were you watchin' ol' Teach, anyway?
    Cherche: Oh. Look. Another cut. Let me just...
    Vaike: YEEEEEE-OWCH!
    Cherche: Hee hee! Now, the next time you fancy wrestling a wyvern, don't
    expect me to save you. Stay away from the stables unless you want to serve as
    Minerva's supper.
    Vaike: Bah! That dumb lizard just got lucky. Next time I'll show her who's
    number one!
    Cherche: ...Number one in her feed bowl, perhaps.
    
    B Support
    
    Cherche: Vaike? What are you doing to Minerva?
    Vaike: Huh? Me? With Minerva? Well, I, uh... Oh, you mean THIS Minerva!
    ...Yeah, I ain't doin' nothin'.
    Cherche: Then why are you crouched in the mud while she stands over you and
    drools? Down, Minerva! Down! ...That's a good wyvern. Why, I do believe she's
    playing with you! I haven't seen her this excited since the time she brought
    down that wild griffon.
    Vaike: Yeah, well, ya know how it is. Mutual respect grows when ya fight with
    folks and...all that. Ain't that right, Minerva? Har har har!
    Cherche: Are you saying you've learned to communicate with my Minerva? This is
    really quite amazing. She's actually taken a shine to you!
    Vaike: Yeah, but you're still number one in her book.
    Cherche: Well, I'm glad you two are getting along.
    Vaike: That's us, all right! Bosom buddies! Thicker'n thieves! Pals for life!
    Cherche: ...... Just don't get TOO friendly with her. She's MY wyvern,
    remember?
    Vaike: Wh-what? Har har! No! Ol' Teach wouldn't dream of it.
    Cherche: ...Now will you please clamber out of the mud and come over here?
    You've picked up a few more scratches from your latest play session.
    Vaike: You ain't gonna use more of that stingy stuff, are ya?
    Cherche: We'll see...
    
    A Support
    
    Cherche: So? How was your first experience riding on the back of a wyvern?
    Vaike: It was amazin'! Everybody looks so tiny from up there!
    Cherche: I'm astonished she trusts you enough to let you ride on her back. You
    two have truly formed a special bond.
    Vaike: Well, I've been feedin' her and givin' her water and cleainin' out her
    stable, so...
    Cherche: Is that so? Why, thank you, Vaike.
    Vaike: Aw, it's my pleasure! Anythin' to help out a friend, right? ...Heh. I
    used to think wyverns were hideous lookin', but Minerva's just a big ol'
    puppy!
    Cherche: It's true--they really are the most adorable creatures around! We've
    been together for over 10 years, and she's more beautiful than ever.
    Vaike: Wait a second! You were ridin' Minerva back when you were a kid?! How's
    that possible? And where'd ya get her, anyway?
    Cherche: I met her when I wandered into Wyvern Valley.
    Vaike: Blisterin' behemoths! You entered that chasm of horror ALONE? As a
    KID?!
    Cherche: I wanted to have an adventure. Minerva was just a baby back then,
    with the cutest round eyes!
    Vaike: That's...kind of amazin'. Okay, so you brought her home, right? What
    then? Didja fight duels to get to know each other or what?
    Cherche: Not exactly. I was training to be a cleric at the time and used a
    very heavy staff. Whenever she misbehaved, I'd just bonk her on the head. Soon
    she was meek as a bunny, and I was riding her to school.
    Vaike: That musta been a handful for your teachers...
    Cherche: Ever since then, Minerva and I have been simply inseparable. Oh, I
    forgot--I also apologized for bonking her on the head.
    Vaike: Beautiful, smart, funny, AND kind! You are some woman, Cherche!
    Cherche: Sir, you should know that flattery will get you nowhere with me.
    Vaike: It ain't flattery! It's the truth! Seriously. Ol' Teach ain't bright
    enough to think up flattery on the spot like that.
    
    S Support
    
    Vaike: Heya, Cherche.
    Cherche: Oh, hello, Vaike. Are you here to see Minerva?
    Vaike: Nope. I'm here to see you. Actually, uh... I've kinda been usin'
    Minerva as an excuse for a while now. I just like bein' around ya, ya know?
    You're smart, and funny, and...I dunno. I like it.
    Cherche: So you made friends with Minerva in order to get closer to me?
    Vaike: I wasn't tryin' to deceive ya or nothin'! I just couldn't think of a
    better plan.
    Cherche: How delightful!
    Vaike: Look, I... I kinda got ya somethin'. Ordered it special and everythin'.
    It's a ring. See, I was hopin' ya might... I dunno. Marry me?
    Cherche: Why, that's very sweet, Vaike. But what about Minerva?
    Vaike: Oh, she'd be part of the family, too!
    Cherche: Are you sure you want the responsibility? Feed costs alone are a
    tremendous burden. You can't just let her fly around and pick up random
    animals off the hillsides.
    Vaike: Oh, that ain't good. I've been lettin' her roast wild boars and stuff.
    But, uh, sure! If you want it, I'll buy her the finest wyvern chow around!
    Cherche: Oh, and we'll need a house that has room for all three of us.
    Vaike: Gods' beards! That's a huge house! I suppose I'll have to build it... 
    But, uh, can it maybe wait until after the war?
    Cherche: That would be fine. Oh, wait! Another thing...
    Vaike: Monkey meat, there's MORE?! Listen, I don't mind--
    Cherche: Hee hee hee! I'm just joking, Vaike. ...About everything. As long as
    you promise to be kind to Minerva, that's all either of us needs.
    Vaike: Well, that's a relief! I thought you were gonna make a pauper out of
    the Vaike! So will ya marry me, then?
    Cherche: How could I possibly turn you down? Of course I will!
    Vaike: Aw, ya just made me the happiest man in all the realm! I can't wait to
    see Chrom's face when I tell him I'VE got the prettiest girl!
    Cherche: Oh, Vaike. Minerva will be so pleased that you said that about her!
    Vaike: I wasn't talkin' about the wyvern...
    
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    Stahl                                                                    [STA]
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    Stahl/Robin(M)
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    Please see Robin(M)/Stahl.
    
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    Stahl/Robin(F)
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    Please see Robin(F)/Stahl.
    
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    Stahl/Lissa
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    Please see Lissa/Stahl.
    
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    Stahl/Sully
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    Please see Sully/Stahl.
    
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    Stahl/Miriel
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    C Support
    
    Stahl: ...Ninety-eight...ninety-nine...one hundred! Phew...
    Miriel: Why do you repeat that same motion over and over again?
    Stahl: Have you never heard of shadow fencing?
    Miriel: I assume it entails performing sword strikes and parries with an
    imaginary opponent. Is the point of the exercise pure kinetic stimulation, or
    is there more to achieve?
    Stahl: Well, by making moves second nature, you can perform them better and
    faster.
    Miriel: Interesting. So the goal is to remember the moves in you muscles, not
    your mind. I think this process warrants further study. Would you mind
    terribly much if I observe?
    Stahl: In theory, no. But I've just finished for the day and I'm exhausted...
    Miriel: Ah. I see. That is disappointing. ...Most TERRIBLY disappointing.
    Stahl: B-but if you really want it, I suppose I could run through a few more
    drills...
    Miriel: I believe two hundred repetitions would be sufficient to establish a
    baseline.
    Stahl T-two hundred? Good gods, I don't have the energy for that!
    Miriel: ...Most TERRIBLY disappointing.
    Stahl: ......
    Miriel: Well, I suppose I can find another, more lucrative field of study.
    Perhaps I will just...observe this rock. Yes, that should suffice. Hmm... It's
    round. And smooth. Wait! ...No, it's still round.
    Stahl: ARGH! All right, all right. I'll do it. Just stop making me feel bad.
    *Sigh* Here we go. One...two...th-three...
    Miriel: Excellent.
    
    B Support
    
    Stahl: H-here's...the finish line...at last... *pant, pant* *wheeze*
    Miriel: Hmm... You circumnavigated teh camp ten times, and your total time
    was... Fascinating!
    Stahl: M-Miriel... *pant* Every day...you grow more like a demon...sent to
    torture me... Have you observed *wheeze* enough running now? Can I please
    stop?
    Miriel: I see no harm in taking a short break.
    Stahl: Phew... Thank goodness... So...what *pant* did you learn?
    Miriel: As you may know, I have been observing everyone's training, and not
    just yours. And in every measure of performance, you come out at the exact
    median.
    Stahl: I do?
    Miriel: Be it arm strength, running, stamina, or anything else, you are
    perfectly average. If I didn't know better, I'd say that my methodology was
    flawed. It's something of a scientific miracle that you can be so completely
    unoutstanding.
    Stahl: Yes, well. That's just the sort of man I am!
    Miriel: You are aware of your ordinariness?
    Stahl: Yeah, I've always tended to be more or less like everyone else. I do
    about the average amount of training everyone else does, but...you know. Meh.
    Miriel: Yet it is remarkable that you are able to precisely hit EVERY
    statistical mean. You must allow me to investigate further. And to do that, I
    need more data.
    Stahl D-do you mean...?
    Miriel: Yes. Your break is over. Ten more laps around the camp, please!
    Stahl: She IS a demon!
    
    A Support
    
    Stahl: Ninety-eight...ninety-nine...one hundred! Phew. All done!
    Miriel: Fascinating. I've now directly observed the results of your repetition
    drills. Compared with the first time I watched you, your movements are
    smoother and faster.
    Stahl: That's because you keep making me do them over and over again. But I
    wager I'm still only as good as half the people in camp, right?
    Miriel: Yes. It is a most extraordinary result.
    Stahl: Extraordinary? But I've always been Sir Average! Why would that change?
    Miriel: Because in recent days, all of you skills and statistics have improved
    dramatically. And yet, you remain in the very center of my graph. See? At the
    top of this bell curve.
    Stahl: Wait, wait. So while I got better, everyone else ALSO got the exact
    amount better?
    Miriel: Everyone in the army is aware that you are the most average soldier.
    Therefore, when they see you improve, they feel compelled to improve as well.
    In this way, they are able to avoid falling below the expected mean.
    Stahl: I see... So it's not just a matter of me adapting to everyone around
    me... It's about THEM seeing ME and adapting to THAT. Wow, thanks, Miriel! I'm
    way more influential than I ever imagined!
    Miriel: I'm simply grateful for the chance to observe such a fascinating
    phenomenon. I hope you will allow me to continue with my analysis and
    experiments?
    Stahl: Of course. For as long as you like!
    Miriel: Excellent.
    
    S Support
    
    Stahl: Aaaaaand...finish line. *pant, pant* Heh heh. After this, everyone'll
    have to work REAL hard to keep me average!
    Miriel: Stahl, you are blessed with a most remarkable skill.
    Stahl: You mean, a most average skill, don't you?
    Miriel: The ability to be ordinary at everything is, in fact, most
    extraordinary.
    Stahl: Er, well, I suppose that makes sense in a totally nonsensical kind of
    way. But listen, I found something else about me that isn't average...
    Miriel: You have piqued my curiosity. Please, edify!
    Stahl: This is difficult to put into words. ...Er, especially to you. But let
    me try. The thing I'm not average at is...being in love with you. Because
    without a doubt, I love you more than anyone else in the world!
    Miriel: Is this a jape? Some manner of revenge for my making you exercise?
    Stahl: No jape, milady. The honest truth. And I have this ring to prove it.
    Miriel: In other words, you wish to be my lifelong partner. Is that correct?
    Stahl: It means I want to be your husband! I admit, I used to hate all the
    running you made me do. But now I live for it. I can't wait to get out there
    and jog or chop wood or whatnot! I like that you're always watching and making
    notes, and I want that to continue.
    Miriel: And I, for my part, am anxious to continue my observations. And more
    importantly, I also harbor some measure of affection toward you. Therfore, I
    shall accept both your ring and your proposal.
    Stahl I guarantee that when it comes to marital bliss, we won't be average!
    Miriel: Interesting. For the first time ever, you strive to be above average
    in something.
    Stahl: That's right. And I know I can do it--because I love you, Miriel.
    Miriel: Ah, yes. Quite. Thank you. I...um...also find you agreeable.
    
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    Stahl/Kellam
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    C Support
    
    Kellam: Er, Stahl?
    Stahl: WAH! Gracious me, Kellam! How long have you been lurking there?
    Kellam: Oh, I don't know. 20 minutes? They said you were looking for me, and--
    Stahl: 20 minutes?! Good heavens, Kellam. Next time, clear your throat or
    something. Anyway, yes. I have a question for you.
    Kellam: Sure. How can I help?
    Stahl: I'm just wondering... How do you feel when you're engaged with a foe?
    Kellam: When you're engaged with a foe? Well, pretty normal, I guess... Why do
    you ask?
    Stahl: Hmm... You see, the thing is--in battle, I often feel unsettled and
    nervous. I worry that I may be letting my colleagues down out in the field.
    You, on the other hand, always appear perfectly unflappable in combat.
    Kellam: I may LOOK unflappable, but inside I'm really quite nervous... Even
    scared, sometimes. Why, I remember this one time--
    Stahl: Lies! I don't believe that for a second. Whenever I look at you, you're
    poised, calm, and in total control.
    Kellam: ...Wait. You SEE me? On the battlefield? No one EVER notices me out
    there. I tend to blend in, you see...
    Stahl: Yes, yes, we all know about your little issue. But what I want to
    discuss--
    Kellam: Gosh, though. If I'm not invisible, I'd better be more careful out
    there! This has been a big help, talking to you. Thanks so much!
    Stahl: Oh, you're perfectly wel-- Hey, wait a second! I was the one looking
    for help here!
    <Kellam leaves>
    Stahl: Huh? Where'd he go? Well, all right, then. If that oaf can be cool and
    collected, I can be too! I'll just have to work twice as hard at it...
    
    B Support
    
    Kellam: Hey, Stahl?
    Stahl: Ah, there you are, Kellam! I was searching high and low for you.
    Kellam: Yeah, somethimes the sun glints off my armor and makes me hard to
    spot. And sometimes people just don't look hard enough...
    Stahl: Listen, do you remember our discussion from the other day?
    Kellam: About how I feel on the battlefield?
    Stahl: Right! I said you were unflappable and you said it wasn't true and so
    on and so forth.
    Kellam: Right. But you see--
    Stahl: Well, the thing is, I don't think I quite got my point across. I'm not
    just nervous out there, Kellam. I'm actually rather terrified! I even carry an
    extra fauld just in case-- Well, just in case.
    Kellam: Yes, but you see--
    Stahl: But I have a plan! I'm going to study your behavior and become just
    like you! I must know everything--your preparation, you training, AND your
    daily routine.
    Kellam: But, how will you--
    Stahl: By watching and observing! By engaging you in the most meticulous study
    one man has ever done to another!
    Kellam: Er, that might be a bit of a problem.
    Stahl: Dastard! Would you prefer I quake in terror on the battlefield?
    Kellam: Well, no. But if you want to watch me, you have to be able to SEE me.
    And most people have a hard time doing that.
    Stahl: Hmm...
    Kellam: Maybe you should follow someone else around. Frederick is pretty
    brave.
    Stahl: No. It must be you, and no other! And if you're that hard to spot, I'll
    just have to practice finding you!
    Kellam: I don't understand why it has to be me, Stahl.
    Stahl: Because we are the same, you and I! Meek and unassertive, yet clever!
    Why, if not for my devilish good looks, we could be brothers!
    Kellam: Um, okay?
    Stahl: Of all the Shepherds, you are the most suitable model for me to follow.
    So, Kellam! Prepare to be watched!
    Kellam: I have a bad feeling about this...
    
    A Support
    
    Stahl: Ahoy, Kellam!
    Kellam: Oh, you saw me first! That's a change.
    Stahl: Ha ha! I have been practicing, my good man! I've honed my powers of
    observation to a razor-like sharpness! I can now find you from a distance of
    five armlengths away.
    Kellam: Gosh, you were serious, weren't you? About trying to learn from me?
    Stahl: Of course I was serious. And what's more, I believe I have met with
    success! I have seen, for example, that you laugh and cry, just like everyone
    else. But it's very subtle--you don't wear your emotions on that enormous
    metal sleeve.
    Kellam: Well, I AM human, you know?
    Stahl: And what's more, I noticed that you act quite differently on the
    battlefield. I see now your tension and nervousness, and that is a great
    relief to me!
    Kellam: ...Relief?
    Stahl: Relief that I'm not the only one who feels so when faced with certain
    death!
    Kellam: But, I told you that in the very beginn--
    Stahl: Now, here's the REAL difference between me and you... You accept your
    fear, and yet you are its master! Like a dog in the hunt, you unleash it to
    bring forth terrible, slathering death!
    Kellam: I don't...understand what you're saying.
    Stahl: Well, thanks to your example, I'm now more confident than ever. You've
    been a great help, Kellam. I hope I haven't been too much of a nuisance! Ha
    ha!
    Kellam: Er, no. On the contrary... I feel better about myself now.
    Stahl: Oh?
    Kellam: You're just about the first person who's taken any notice of me. ...Or
    cared. Frankly, it's been a real shot in the arm.
    Stahl: Oh! Well then, how delightful!
    
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    Stahl/Maribelle
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    C Support
    
    Stahl: Maribelle, about that favor I asked you earlier...
    Maribelle: Zzzz... Oh, I do declare... My stars and garters... Frankly, my
    dear Chrom, I don't... Zzzzz...
    Stahl: Um, Maribelle?
    Maribelle: Huh?! Wha--?! Wh-where am I?! ...Is that you, Stahl?
    Stahl: You've been studying you too much, Maribelle. You need to take a break.
    You can't even keep your eyes open anymore.
    Maribelle: Quite frankly, sir, my rest is... *yawn* Oh, pardon me! But I mean
    to say that it's none of your concern, and I'm quite all right.
    Stahl: It's not all right! I just caught you sleeping on your feet! Are you
    feeling dizzy? Feverish? Any sudden chills?
    Maribelle: I told you, I'm fine! ...I had a spot of indigestion earlier, but
    that's all.
    Stahl: Then I insist you try my special tonic. It works wonders on stomach
    ailments.
    Maribelle: Well, if you insist. Thank you. Th-this should keep me going...for
    a few more days...
    Stahl: Now, now. You need to sleep properly, too.
    Maribelle: Yes...I know thatsszzzzzzz...
    <Maribelle leaves>
    Stahl: Er, Maribelle? ...Maribelle?
    
    B Support
    
    Maribelle: Ah, Stahl. I wanted to thank you for your concern the other day.
    That tonic did wonders for my indigestion.
    Stahl: I'm delighted it helped.
    Maribelle: In fact, I was wondering if you might have another dose or two to
    spare...
    Stahl: Are you planning to stay up all night again? Because if so--
    Maribelle: If you don't want to give me any, say so and stop wasting my time!
    Stahl: Eep! N-no, that's not-- Er, here. Have as much as you like.
    Maribelle: *Ahem* Thank you. You are too kind.
    Stahl: I know it's not my concern, but please do take care of yourself,
    milady.
    Maribelle: ...Oh, very well. I suppose you deserve some manner of explanation.
    For a long time now, my dream has been to join the royal judiciary. A fool's
    dream it seems, now that I know how much I must read and memorize...
    Stahl: Yeesh! That sounds like a challenge. I envy your courage and
    dedication. Er, but is there any way I might help make your dream come true?
    Maribelle: I suppose I could think of something. But why on earth would you
    care?
    Stahl: Because I have no dreams of my own and want to live vicariously through
    yours? Er, but more seriously, you're my friend! I just want to help if I can.
    Maribelle: Well, I have found myself on the hunt for certain legal 
    documents...
    Stahl: It would be an honor.
    Maribelle: Excellent! And in return for your help, I shall help you discover a
    dream of your own.
    Stahl: Oh, that's all right. I don't have--
    Maribelle: You shared your tonic, and now you are helping me with my studies.
    It behooves a woman of my station to return favors promptly.
    Stahl: But...living vicariously!
    Maribelle: You said we are friends, did you not, sir? And what do friends do
    for each other?
    Stahl: *Sigh* They help each other...
    
    A Support
    
    Stahl: I found the documents you were looking for.
    Maribelle: Well, I'll be! Thank you so very much for the kind assistance. By
    the by, I've drawn up a list of proposals for YOUR dream.
    Stahl: Oh. I thought perhaps you might have...forgotten.
    Maribelle: Right then! Don't think. Just give me the first answer that comes
    to mind... Would you rather rise in Chrom's army, or run the family
    apothecary?
    Stahl: Hmm... Both sound quite enticing, truth be told.
    Maribelle: Come now, sir! A true gentleman must have an opinion about such
    matters!
    Stahl: Well, I've thought about it a lot. And awful lot, in fact. And I
    realized we have no idea how this world will turn out after the war. So
    perhaps I should see what is best for my friends before I decide. I've never
    been very good at working hard for my own benefit. If I'm not helping someone,
    I just can't seem to get interested.
    Maribelle: Then there is nothing I can do to assist you.
    Stahl: ...Huh. I expected you to tell me to get ahold of myself or something.
    Maribelle: If you hadn't actually bothered to think about it, I would have
    been livid. But you've already chosen a path. You want to do what's best for
    those close to you. And once you discover a way, I'm sure you'll do your very
    best to make it happen. That IS a dream, Stahl. One that demands both courage
    and industry!
    Stahl: Heh. I may not be much for grand causes, but I do like helping people
    out.
    Maribelle: A bit overly humble for my tastes, but there's no doubting your
    honesty.
    Stahl: Thank you! ...I think. In any case, right now my job is to help you and
    Chrom. So, what else can I do for you? Any more documents that need finding?
    Maribelle: Yes, but they can wait for a while. Why don't we both have a break
    with a refreshing cup of elderberry tea? I haven't had a nice chitchat in ever
    so long!
    Stahl: It would be my pleasure!
    
    S Support
    
    Stahl: Maribelle, weren't you looking for this book?
    Maribelle: Why, yes. How did you know?
    Stahl: I've spent a lot of time with you lately. It's all kind of second
    nature. Like right now, I'd wager that you want a hot cup of elderberry tea.
    Maribelle: Well, now that you mention it, it is about time for a little break.
    You are getting very good at anticipating my every need! Since you started
    helping, I haven't once had to stay up all night. Stahl, I do believe you have
    a special genius for making people's lives easier!
    Stahl: I enjoy making people from all walks of life happy, Maribelle. Although
    there is one person who I like making happier more than any other... And
    that's you.
    Maribelle: Why, Stahl... I do believe that is a ring...
    Stahl: If you haven't noticed, I've become completely smitten with you.
    Whether carrying books or copying obscure scrolls, my heart leaps for joy at
    every task. And that's why I want to be your husband.
    Maribelle: Are you sure? It would mean a lot of hard work...
    Stahl: Hard work? Pshaw! If it's done in your service, it would be a joy!
    Maribelle: Why, Stahl, you certainly know how to sweep a lady off her feet...
    Very well. I would be honored to wear your ring.
    Stahl: Then from now on, my dream shall be YOUR dream!
    
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    Stahl/Panne
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    C Support
    
    Stahl: Er, Panne? Sorry to intrude, but it's time for supper.
    Panne: I will eat on my own terms. Now leave me.
    Stahl: But I prepared your very own dish! I think you'll love it. It's got--
    Panne: Did I ask for special treatment, man-spawn?
    Stahl: Er, no. But I know that you taguel don't eat the same kinds of food we
    humans do. And since Lissa's making some kind of weird stew tonight, I
    thought... Um... Well, you know. Just trying to help.
    Panne: How very like a human.
    Stahl: I don't understand.
    Panne: You offer lies as reasons and refuse to reveal your true motivations.
    Stahl: Look, I don't think you underst--
    Panne: Get out of my sight.
    Stahl: Okay, okay. You're right. There's more to it than just that. Look. The
    truth is... I just... I want to be your friend. I mean, you're the first
    taguel I've ever met, and I know nothing at all about you. So I thought maybe
    we could...you know? Spend some time together?
    Panne: ......
    Stahl: ...Right then. Okay. I'll just set these potatoes right here and go
    back--
    Panne: Taguel cannot eat potatoes. They make us sick to our stomachs.
    Stahl: Oh, I'm sorry. I had no idea.
    Panne: That is because I never told you. There are more important things to
    worry about in war than the state of my insides.
    Stahl: If you say so...
    Panne: ...Man-spawn, wait. It took courage to speak the truth to me. I will
    not forget it.
    Stahl: Oh, not at all. I should be thanking you!
    Panne: Why would you thank me? Are all humans this odd? Or are you special?
    
    B Support
    
    Stahl: Panne! I'm so glad you're here.
    Panne: What do you want?
    Stahl: Here, taste this for me.
    Panne: I don't want to taste any--MURPH!
    Stahl: See, if I can come up with a dish you like, you can join us in the mess
    tent! It took me a few tries, but I think I've finally made something really--
    Panne: Blech! Ptooie! Idiot man-spawn! I told you I cannot digest potatoes!
    Stahl: B-but I sliced them really thin! I used Chrom's sword and everything.
    Panne: I am leaving. Possibly to vomit. Do not follow me!
    Stahl: No, wait! I have another dish to try.
    Panne: *Sniff* It smells appalling.
    Stahl: Yeah, but there are no potatoes in it. Just cottage cheese. ...Er, and
    squid.
    Panne: I am still leaving.
    Stahl: Wait, wait! I've got one more! This one's the best, I promise! It's a
    carrot dumpling wrapped in a flaky pastry crust.
    Panne: I suppose if it gets the potato taste out of my mouth... *Munch, munch*
    Stahl: ...Well?
    Panne: ...Unpleasant.
    Stahl: Damn. I thought for sure I had it.
    Panne: ...However, it IS edible.
    Stahl: Hey, I can live with that! So does that mean...
    Panne: Very well. I suppose I might occasionally join the others in the mess
    tent if you made this.
    Stahl: Th-that's wonderful! I'll make a huge batch later so I can freeze some
    for later. Thank you, Panne!
    Panne: You're thanking me again? You truly are a strange human.
    
    A Support
    
    Panne: Why are you hovering around me while I eat?
    Stahl: I'm trying to see what other kinds of food you like. You can't keep
    eating nothing but dumplings. You'll get scurvy!
    Panne: Then sit down and join me! Do not hover like a jackal.
    Stahl: Oh, er, thank you! That's very kind! Hmm... What's this red thing?
    Panne: Firefruit. Its juice can make human skin blister and itch for days on
    end.
    Stahl: *Munch, munch* Hey, that's pretty good! ...Wait, what did you say about
    juice? Oh, gods! It's on my fingers! ...And in my EYES! Aaaiiieeeeee!
    <Panne leaves and returns>
    Stahl: Urrrgh...
    Panne: Hello? Stahl? Are you dead? ...Nod if you are not dead.
    Stahl: N-no, I'm fine. Just a...little light headed is all.
    Panne: You cannot enjoy the meal properly when you're in such a state.
    Stahl: Er, Panne? Maybe I just fainted, but were you licking my face just now?
    Panne: Yes. It is the way we taguel clean each other. Is that a problem?
    Stahl: Er, no! I mean, I'm glad you saved my eyesight and all, but... It's a
    little odd to be licked by a beautiful woman.
    Panne: I have no idea what you are talking about, strange man. Here, try this
    fruit instead. It should be safe for human skin.
    Stahl: Um, there are bite marks in this. Is that normal, or were you eating
    it?
    Panne: Do you refuse to take it just because it's been in my mouth?
    Stahl: Gracious, no! Not at all! Ha ha! Ha. Why should I care? So, er...here
    goes... *crunch, crunch*
    
    S Support
    
    Stahl: It was good to see you at supper again, Panne.
    Panne: Well, none of the food was especially repugnant to me.
    Stahl: I know! It's because we tried so hard to coome up with a menu everyone
    could enjoy. Funnily enough, the dishes you suggested were the most popular.
    Panne: You changed the whole menu for the sake of me?
    Stahl: If that's what it took to get you to join us at mealtimes, no one
    minded at all. And, you know. It gave me a reason to spend more time with you!
    Panne: Hah.
    Stahl: Did I say something funny?
    Panne: I only sat close because I was afraid you'd get firefruit juice in your
    eye again.
    Stahl: Right. But I didn't mean tonight. I mean, not exactly. We've grown
    somewhat comfortable around each other, right?
    Panne: ...Oddly enough, I do not mind it.
    Stahl: Y-you don't? That's great!
    Panne: You are genuinely excited about it, aren't you? You are a strange man.
    Stahl: It seems like you've grown more forgiving and tolerant of humans.
    Panne: Not all of them, man-spawn. Just you.
    Stahl: Er, well, in that case, I was thinking you might...take this ring?
    Panne: Is it valuable?
    Stahl: No! I mean yes! ...That's not the point! I want us to marry and begin a
    new era in taguel-human relations.
    Panne: You wish to marry me for diplomatic purposes?
    Stahl: I'm in love with you, Panne! Hopelessly in love! I want us to spend the
    rest of our lives together!
    Panne: Ah, I see. Very well, Stahl. I accept.
    Stahl: Really? Oh, thank you, Panne! We'll have the greatest wedding ever! And
    no potatoes will be invited!
    Panne: Heh. This time I suppose I should be thanking you. ...Thank you, Stahl.
    
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    Stahl/Cordelia
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    C Support
    
    Cordelia: Hello, Stahl.
    Stahl: I was drawn here by the sound of sweet music. Was it you playing?
    Cordelia: You are kind to say so. But in truth, I'm quite out of practice.
    Stahl: What? No, you play beautifully! And one of my favorite Ylissean folk
    songs, to boot!
    Cordelia: It's been so long since last I played. When I saw this harp at the 
    local market, I just couldn't resist.
    Stahl: I remembered how you entranced the court by playing at Chrom's birthday
    ceremony. Those were some good times... Say, why don't you put on an encore
    performance? It'd be huge for morale!
    Cordelia: Oh, that court concert was a long time ago. I don't even remember
    the music. Although I suppose I could muddle through if I had the score in
    front of me.
    Stahl: Wait, you were just playing from memory? That's even more impressive!
    Cordelia: Please, Stahl, I'm serious. Stop trying to flatter me. Compared to
    Phila, I'm just a clumsy amateur.
    Stahl: Well, sure. But Phila was the best I've seen. She could have joined the
    royal orchestra.
    Cordelia: I always dreamed that one day I might be as skilled as her. It's
    silly, I know.
    Stahl: Hey, never say never! Especially when you're so abundantly talented.
    Cordelia: Stop it, seriously! See, now I'm just getting embarrassed... Er, oh,
    hey! Would you look at that? It's chore time. ...Gotta go!
    <Cordelia leaves>
    Stahl: That Cordelia... She's never satisfied with being second best in
    anything. I'm going to have to step up my game if I ever hope to compete with
    that!
    
    B Support
    
    Stahl: Tickling the old strings again, are we?
    Cordelia: Why, hello, Stahl. Yes, I was-- Um, is that a harp?
    Stahl: Yep! Just bought it down at the market. Oh, and I got some sheet music,
    too.
    Cordelia: Heh. Sounds like someone is itching to play a duet!
    Stahl: Well, at some point, sure. But right now I can barely make noise on
    this thing. I was hoping you might be my teacher instead of my duet partner.
    Cordelia: Well, I've never taught before, but I'd be happy to help.
    Stahl: I'm going to practice like a madman until I'm good enough to play with
    you. I'll practice until my fingers are bloody and raw! I'll practice until my
    eyes--
    Cordelia: Well, it's...good to have a goal.
    Stahl: Hey, I'm just trying to be dedicated to things as you are, Cordelia.
    Cordelia: Heh. Perhaps I have been TOO dedicated... Speaking of which, I think
    we should start your lesson. Now, watch carefully as I pluck the first few
    bars of this song...
    Stahl: You have my undivided attention. ......
    Cordelia: Er, won't your eyes dry out if you keep them open so wide? Er,
    right, then. Never mind. Let me begin... ......
    Stahl: Wow, you played that note so beautifully...
    Cordelia: Huh? No, I didn't!
    Stahl: No, no! The tone was lovely!
    Cordelia: Stahl, it's just one note. Will you please let me finish?
    Stahl: Er, yes. Right. Sorry. Go ahead.
    Cordelia: ...Look, I don't think I'm quite ready for teaching. Give me some
    time to work out a lesson plan, okay? I don't want to do this until I'm sure
    my methods are...sound.
    <Cordelia leaves>
    Stahl: But, Cordelia! Gods, she's more of a perfectionist than I thought. This
    is going to be tough.
    
    A Support
    
    Cordelia: Stahl, I'm sorry about the other day. When I was supposed to teach
    you-- ...Err, that song. Yes, the song you're playing...right now. Goodness,
    Stahl, you're doing very well! How did you learn that?
    Stahl: When I saw how passionate you were about a single note, I knew I had to
    practice. I'm still kind of murdering it, but I think it's getting better...
    Cordelia: I wouldn't say murder! ...Maybe more like assault.
    Stahl: I knew I had to work twice as hard as you if I wanted to play that
    duet. So I've been practicing every waking moment--even in the latrines!
    Cordelia: Oh! Um, yes, that is...quite dedicated. By the by, I've never heard
    that song played with the faster tempo you employed. I rather like it! Such a
    nice twist on an old classic.
    Stahl: Yeah, it's just an idea that struck me as I was studying the notes.
    Cordelia: How very astute of you.
    Stahl: I think it was more blind luck than astuteness, but thanks.
    Cordelia: Stahl? There are many in this camp who play the harp better than I.
    Why have you settled on me for this duet and concert idea?
    Stahl: Because you don't just play... You make the harp sing! You can do
    anything, Cordelia. You have a natural gift. I wish I could be more like you!
    Cordelia: I'm not sure that being naturally gifted at something is always a
    good thing.
    Stahl: Muh?
    Cordelia: Well, if you didn't have talent, it takes a lot of time and effort
    to acquire a new skill. And through that process, you learn things that more
    naturally talented people miss. Like your discovery of the faster tempo.
    Stahl: Hmm... I suppose so.
    Cordelia: And that persistence leads to you becoming just as good as anyone
    else. To be honest, there are times when I've thought I'd rather be more like
    you!
    Stahl: Hah! Well, we can't BOTH be right!
    Cordelia: This isn't about right or wrong. It's just two ways of looking at
    the same problem. ...In any case, your practice has paid off, and I name you
    my equal in the harp. We should play that duet soon.
    Stahl: It would be my honor!
    
    S Support
    
    Cordelia: Phew...
    Stahl: That was wonderful.
    Cordelia: It was, wasn't it? We played quite an exquisite harmony and every
    note was perfect. I'd love to put on a performance for everyone in the camp!
    Stahl: And I, as well! Cordelia, playing so well as a duet has made me realize
    something... I think you and I should spend more time together.
    Cordelia: I'm not sure how that follows...
    Stahl: What if I were to offer you this ring? Would that make my meaning
    clear?
    Cordelia: Stahl!
    Stahl: Look, I'll understand if your heart belongs to another man... I've
    known for a long time now that you've had eyes for Chrom. But I can't keep my
    love a secret any longer.
    Cordelia: You...know about Chrom?
    Stahl: Sure. Ever since that birthday bash. The song you played for Chrom was
    so full of love, it was like declaring it to the world. But I thought that if
    I tried hard enough, I might be able to someday win your heart. Er, so,
    right... I'll just hold on to this ring in case that day ever comes.
    Cordelia: Why can't I have it now?
    Stahl: ...What?
    Cordelia: You don't need to take Chrom's place. You already have.
    Stahl: I...have?
    Cordelia: I've never been happier than when we played together just now. I
    want to be able to know that joy each and every day!
    Stahl: Then I shall wake you with the sounds of my harp every morning for the
    rest of your life!
    Cordelia: Wonderful! But, er...EVERY morning?
    
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    Stahl/Nowi
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    C Support
    
    Stahl: Hmm? I hear the chirping of a bird. And it's very close indeed.
    Nowi: Heya, Stahl! Just the man I wanted to see. Can you spare some of that
    healing tonic you're always carrying around?
    Stahl: What do you want it for?
    Nowi: This little bird hurt a wing, and I want to help him out.
    Stahl: I'm not sure my tonic works on birds. ...It's mainly for diarrhea.
    Nowi: Well, THAT'S not going to help. Hmm... Wait, I know! A healing staff
    should do the trick!
    Stahl: Nowi, I know you just want to help, but healing staves are very
    valuable. I'm not sure we can spare one for a bird, regardless of how cute it
    is.
    Nowi: What? So we just let it DIE because Chrom might get a boo-boo?!
    Stahl: Well, Chrom. Or me. ...Er, or anyone, really.
    Nowi: Ugh! How could you be so cruel! Waaaaaah!
    Stahl: ...Gods, maybe she's right. This war is turning me into a heartless
    brute. Nowi, wait. I'm sorry. You're right. Let's call Lissa and have her help
    this poor critter.
    Nowi: *Sniff* R-really? You'll do that? Thanks, Stahl...
    
    B Support
    
    Stahl: Hey, Nowi. I brought some fresh bandages.
    Nowi: Thanks, Stahl. The bird is feeling much better now!
    Stahl: I'm not surprised, with how you've been looking after him.
    Nowi: Yeah, but I'm tired of calling him "the bird." I think he needs a name.
    What do you think of Janaff?
    Stahl: Er...
    Nowi: That totally sounds like a bird, right? I thought of it myself, by the
    way.
    Stahl: I'm just not sure it's the best idea to give him a name. It'll just
    make it that much harder when it comes time to part company.
    Nowi: But we're not going to part company! Me and Janaff will be friends
    forever.
    Stahl: Okay, now you're just being absurd. First of all, how are you going to
    look after him in the middle of battle? And second, what are you going to feed
    him? We're low on food as it is.
    Nowi: I'll find a way! I'll be like his mother and take extra good care of
    him! So can I keep him? Pleeeeeeeeease?
    Stahl: Oh, for the love of... Fine. I'll talk to Chrom. Maybe you and I can
    look after him together.
    Nowi: Yay! Thanks, Stahl!
    
    A Support
    
    Stahl: Janaff seems to be full of beans today.
    Nowi: Yeah, we just got back from a flight around the camp. It was lots of
    fun!
    Stahl: Well, I'm glad you found a friend. Perhaps now it... Hmm? What's that
    shadow?
    Nowi: Oh my gosh! Look at that huge flock of birds!
    Stahl: Janaff seems awfully excited, Nowi. I think maybe he wants to join
    them.
    Nowi: What? No he doesn't! Liar! He's MY friend!
    Stahl: The flock keeps circling us like they're waiting for something... Nowi,
    I think Janaff's friends and family have come to take him home.
    Nowi: No! I'M his family now! I'm his mother! I'm going to turn into a dragon
    and chase those stupid birds away!
    Stahl: You can't do that, Nowi.
    Nowi: But... But...!
    Stahl: What do you think Janaff would want? ...I mean, besides more worms. Do
    you really want to keep him from his true family? From his friends?
    Nowi: Oh, fiiine. I know you're right, but it's still sad and unfair. I'm
    s-sorry, Janaff. I shouldn't have tried to hold you against your will. *sniff*
    You can...*sob* go... *sniffle* If you really...want to...
    Stahl: Wow! Look how fast he flew into the flock! He looks happy, doesn't he?
    He's doing little somersaults in the air. Farewell, Janaff! May all your meals
    be huge grubs and the like!
    Nowi: *Sniff* Bye, Janaff. I hope you have fun...with all your friends...
    Stahl: ...And he's gone.
    Nowi: *Siiiiiiiiigh*
    Stahl: You did the right thing, Nowi.
    Nowi: H-he was my best friend ever... *sniff* Oh gods, I miss him so much! 
    Waaaaaaaaaaaah! Janaaaaaaaaaff!
    Stahl: Heh. Easy there, Nowi. We don't want you to pull something...
    
    S Support
    
    Stahl: Nowi?
    Nowi: Hee hee. Hi, Stahl.
    Stahl: What are you up to? You're looking inordinately cheery.
    Nowi: Last night, I had a dream where I was flying through the sky with
    Janaff! He said he visited me in my dream to tell me he was doing okay.
    Stahl: Hey, that's great! He must have really cared for you.
    Nowi: By the way, why are you here? Do you want something?
    Stahl: Um, yes, actually. I've been thinking about you lately. Ever since you
    released Janaff, I mean. Seeing you make such a huge sacrifice for the
    happiness of someone else... Well, it kind of made me realize that I have
    feelings for you. So, um, I got you this ring. ...If you'll take it.
    Nowi: Does this mean you want to get married?
    Stahl: Oh, good. You know about this, then. I was afraid I'd have to explain
    and... Well, yes, Nowi. I want to get married.
    Nowi: And if we marry, that makes us family, right?
    Stahl: It sure does. You and me and all the little birds we can adopt.
    Nowi: Never mind birds! I wanna be a mom and have dozens of children!
    Stahl: Er, dozens?
    Nowi: Oh, okay. Maybe just one dozen. Anyway, can I have the ring now?
    Stahl: R-right. Of course.
    
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    Stahl/Tharja
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    C Support
    
    Stahl: Hey there, Tharja. Catch!
    Tharja: ...A fig? And what do you want me to do with this?
    Stahl: Just thought you might be hungry. You barely touched your lunch, and
    you're pretty scrawny, yeah? Figured a nice juicy fig might hit the spot.
    Tharja: You were spying on me in the mess tent?
    Stahl: Well, I'd hardly call it "spying"... I mean, it's a public place,
    right? Anyway, I just noticed you were pushing beans around with a fork.
    Tharja: Oh. Well, all right then. Very thoughtful of you.
    Stahl: I actually have a whole bag. I could leave 'em right here if you--
    Tharja: One is enough.
    Stahl: Right. Got it. Well, I guess I'd better, um... Yeah. Just let me know
    if I can do anything for you, all right?
    Tharja: I am suspicious of this unbidden kindness.
    Stahl: Sorry, what was that?
    Tharja: Nothing, nothing... ...... You know, in my home, it is customary for
    new friends to exchange locks of hair. Perhaps you could give me a strand or
    two from your head.
    Stahl: Huh? Oh, well, sure, I guess. I mean, if it's a custom...
    Tharja: Thank you. You have been most helpful... Eee hee hee...
    
    B Support
    
    Stahl: Hey, Tharja. You have a moment? I was wondering about that hair-custom
    thing. See, because I've been asking around, and no one else has ever heard of
    it.
    Tharja: You mean that nonsense about friends exchanging bits of hair?
    Stahl: Er, nonsense?
    Tharja: Hee! I'm a dark mage. You know what people like me do with locks of
    hair, right?
    Stahl: Hey, wait a second... Y-you're not gonna put a hex on me?
    Tharja: Oh, don't look so put out about it. It's really a tiny little thing.
    It just forces you to speak the truth to me... Or else die in a horribly
    painful manner.
    Stahl: What?! But that's so...mean.
    Tharja: Now, speak! Why are you so kind to me? Answer the truth, or else!
    Stahl: *Gulp* I was... I mean, I was just kind of...um...concerned.
    Tharja: You thought I might be a Plegian spy? Yes, I figured as much. But you
    should know I never liked that dastard Gangrel. What kind of king would
    sacrifice his realm to suit his own twisted goals? It's a travesty he ever
    took the throne.
    Stahl: No, that's not what--
    Tharja: I have been loyal to Chrom from the very beginning. Not that I imagine
    any of you sad sacks will believe me.
    Stahl: That's not what I meant when I said I was concerned, Tharja.
    Tharja: Oh, this should be interesting. So what exactly did you mean?
    Stahl: Look, you always seem to be sitting off on your own without any
    friends. I thought you might be lonely. That's all.
    Tharja: If I wanted friends, I would conjure them forth from the black abyss!
    Stahl: Rrr...right. Got it. I'll just be...walking...over here now.
    Tharja: Oh, stop. You don't have to go. I'm just surprised that you are what
    you claim to be. That's all.
    
    A Support
    
    Stahl: Hey, Tharja. Whatcha doing with that big crystal orb?
    Tharja: Divination.
    Stahl: Soooo, is that some kind of hex or what?
    Tharja: Divination is the art of seeing into the future. Right now I'm trying
    to see who is going to win our next battle.
    Stahl: N-no! Don't do that!
    Tharja: ...Come again?
    Stahl: If you see victory for us, we might get complacent and lose. And if you
    see defeat, we'll give up before we've even tried. Don't you see? No good can
    come of what you're doing.
    Tharja: I suppose that's one way to look at it. I thought you'd be more
    confident.
    Stahl: Oh, no. I go into every battle expecting to get my lunch handed to me.
    Tharja: How inspiring.
    Stahl: But don't worry! You're my special friend! I'll die before I let
    anything happen to you!
    Tharja: ...What?
    Stahl: Oh gods. Did I really just say "special friend"? I meant "stalwart
    ally." That's it! That's all.
    Tharja: That's weird.
    Stahl: Ugh... Well, you're the one who put that stupid truth spell on me. I
    can't help it if everything I say comes out in shades of pink.
    Tharja: Hmm. I'd forgotten about that.
    Stahl: Still, it's funny. Having to speak the truth is almost...relaxing, in a
    way.
    Tharja: That's the first time one of my victims has thanked me. ...... Still,
    if you are so eager to be friends, perhaps it wouldn't be so terrible.
    Stahl: Really? You mean it? My heart bounds like a thousand fluffy kittens!
    ...... Uh, do you think you could remove this hex now?
    
    S Support
    
    Stahl: Ha! Hya! Eeeya! ...Nope. Still not right.
    Tharja: You'll get it eventually.
    Stahl: Yeah, but when? I need to hone my skills if I want to serve Chrom and
    the others. Plus you'll never like me if I don't get strong and powerful.
    Tharja: ...Like you?
    Stahl: I mean, you're always strong and tough and scary, right? Well, I'm not.
    I'm just some guy who floats through life on a breeze. So if I don't get
    stronger, I'm never...you know. Gonna have a chance.
    Tharja: Bashing a practice dummy to smithereens will not improve my opinion of
    you.
    Stahl: Yeah, but it couldn't hurt, right?
    Tharja: You're missing the point. Your modesty and flightiness ARE your
    strengths. They are also...oddly charming.
    Stahl: Wait, really? They are?
    Tharja: Yes, I suppose. Though gods help me if I understand why.
    Stahl: Oh, Tharja! Marry me!
    Tharja: Is this some kind of joke?
    Stahl: I love you! I hunger for you with the passion of ten thousand dying
    suns! I can't breathe around you. I... *wheeze* *gasp* Look, I even went out
    and got a ring and everything. ...Please?
    Tharja: For someone so mild mannered, you can be quite forceful... Very well.
    I accept.
    Stahl: Really?! WOO! Tharja, this is the best day of my entire life! And you
    know that's true because I'd die a horrible death if I lied to you.
    Tharja: Actually, I removed that curse some time ago.
    Stahl: You removed... Wait, what?!
    Tharja: Oh, yes. You had the power to hold your tongue all along.
    Stahl: Really? ...REALLY really? ...... I think all the kittens in my heart
    just died of shame...
    
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    Stahl/Olivia
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    C Support
    
    Stahl: Say, Olivia? Could I trouble you for--
    Olivia: Aah!
    Stahl: Um, sorry. Did I startle you?
    Olivia: N-no, you were just...so close.
    Stahl: Er, but I'm...way over here. Funny, I tend to think of myself as one of
    the less-imposing Shepherds.
    Olivia: I'm sorry. It's just that when people look at me, I get...nervous.
    Stahl: Is that so? I have just the thing. Wait here!
    <Stahl leaves>
    Olivia: Um, Stahl? Where did you--
    <Stahl returns>
    Stahl: Here we are!
    Olivia: A letter?
    Stahl: I wrote my request down. That way you don't have to talk to me.
    Olivia: Oh! Right. Well then, let me see... Oh, you want a needle and thread?
    Sure! Shall I bring them by your tent later?
    Stahl: Just drop 'em by the front flap. That way you won't have to worry about
    another conversation.
    Olivia: Outside your tent, then. Got it. Th-thank you. I'm sorry...
    Stahl: Hey, you're the one doing me a favor! This is the least I can do.
    
    B Support
    
    Stahl: I'll just leave the letter here, Olivia. No rush.
    Olivia: I'll be sure to read it. And sorry again.
    Stahl: I've told you, it's no trouble at all. Though it might be nice to have
    a leisurely conversation at some point. Anyway, so long as it's nothing
    personal, I'm not worried.
    Olivia: Oh, n-no! It's like this with everyone until I get used to being
    around them. I'm just...not good with strangers.
    Stahl: I see. So you can't talk to strangers, but you can talk to friends?
    Olivia: U-usually...
    Stahl: All right. In that case... *AHEM!* Bwa ha ha! Aye, lass! Bring me some
    meat and mead! Let's rumble!
    Olivia: Er...what?
    Stahl: Well, since you've know Basilio for so long, I thought I could act like
    him. You know? To make you feel more at ease?
    Olivia: THAT was your Basilio impression?!
    Stahl: It sounded a lot better in my head...
    Olivia: Wow, that was seriously terrible! But you know what? Seeing something
    that embarrassing has made me less embarrassed!
    Stahl: Well then, I guess it was worth it. Next time I'll try to come up with
    a plan that lets me retain a shred of dignity.
    Olivia: Hee hee. I'm looking forward to it.
    
    A Support
    
    Stahl: You seem calm today, Olivia. Perhaps you've gotten used to me?
    Olivia: It seems so, doesn't it! I'm sorry it took so much time and effort.
    Stahl: Hey, no apologizing! Everything worked out in the end, right?
    Olivia: I still can't believe you did impressions of everyone I know AND my
    entire family!
    Stahl: I can't believe how bad I am at doing impressions.
    Olivia: Basilio was the best of the bunch. ...Which is terrifying.
    Stahl: Heh heh heh...
    Olivia: Hee hee!
    Stahl: Pfffaaah ha ha ha ha! Man, that was so bad...
    Olivia: Hee hee hee! You have a gift for making people laugh, Stahl. You're a
    comedic genius!
    Stahl: Heh. Funny looking, maybe. I dunno about my future on stage, though.
    Olivia: I wish I had your talent. It would be nice to make people smile in
    these dark times. All I do is wind up making them uncomfortable...
    Stahl: Not when you're dancing! That's some motivational stuff right there. It
    makes me feel alive somehow. It gives me the courage to continue.
    Olivia: You...really think so?
    Stahl: Hey, I'm a genius, remember? So can the negativity!
    Olivia: I think that may be the kindest thing anyone's ever said to me, Stahl.
    I'm so glad we're friends.
    Stahl: The pleasure's all mine.
    
    S Support
    
    Stahl: Hello, Olivia.
    Olivia: Hey, Stahl! Did you need something?
    Stahl: I have something to give you.
    Olivia: ...A letter? I think we've moved past the letter stage now, Stahl.
    Stahl: I know, but this time I'M feeling shy.
    Olivia: Uh-oh. Did I say something to make you uncomfortable?
    Stahl: No, no. You're perfect. It's just... Look, just open it. Please?
    Olivia: Well, all right.
    Stahl: ......
    Olivia: Er, Stahl? The envelope is completely... Oops! Something just fell
    out! ...Is that a ring?
    Stahl: It's for you.
    Olivia: Oh! Then you...
    Stahl: I...I love you, Olivia. And I want to be with you as your husband, if
    you'll have me.
    Olivia: Er, I'm... I don't...
    Stahl: You don't have to answer right now. Take some time and think it over.
    Olivia: N-no, that won't be necessary. I know my answer. I was just a bit
    surprised you were actually asking me. But I guess if we're both a bit bashful
    about this, it's a good sign. So yes, Stahl. I'd love to marry you.
    Stahl: Oh, Olivia! Thank you! I swear I'll make you happy!
    Olivia: Hee! You already have.
    
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    Stahl/Cherche
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    C Support
    
    Stahl: Phew... Another load done. Just one more basket and... Hmm? Now whose
    cloak is this?
    Cherche: Hello, Stahl. I see it's your turn for laundry duty today.
    Stahl: Oh, hey, Cherche. Say, do you know whose cloak this is? It has the most
    delightful smell!
    Cherche: Oh, that's mine. I sprinkle it with a special fragrance I find
    soothing. It helps me get a good night's rest, even when we're camped in the 
    wilds.
    Stahl: *Sniff* Gods, it's like nothing I've ever smelled before!
    Cherche: It smells of home to me. It's quite common back where I come from.
    Stahl: It's interesting how things vary from place to place. Smells, fashions,
    art, manners...
    Cherche: Before the empire swallowed up all of Valm, the land was split into
    small, unique lands. You can still see these differences today as you move
    from town to town.
    Stahl: Someday I'm going to buy you an ale and have you tell me all about it!
    But, um, what about the cloak? Won't all the smell run out if I wash it?
    Cherche: That's fine. I'll just add more fragrance when you're done.
    Stahl: Then laundered it shall be!
    Cherche: You know, people in some areas of Valm have unusual ways of washing
    clothes. If you're interested, we can do the laundry together and I'll show 
    you some tricks.
    Stahl: Milady, I will ALWAYS take free assistance on laundry day. Plus you can
    tell me more about Valm as we work!
    Cherche: And in return, you can tell me some things about Ylisse. Er, and
    speaking of manners and customs, it is... Um... Well, in my land, it's
    considered very bad form to go sniffing a lady's cloak.
    Stahl: Then why do you make it smell so good? It's like a trap!
    Cherche: Heh. I suppose it is, at that.
    
    B Support
    
    Stahl: Tents? ...Check. Stew meat? ...Check. Firewood? ...Uh-oh. Low on
    firewood.
    Cherche: Is something the matter?
    Stahl: Oh, hey, Cherche. No, nothing's the matter, per se.
    Cherche: Is that so? You look worried. Furrowed brow and all that.
    Stahl: Oh, you can just ignore that. My brow furrows pretty easily.
    Cherche: Being naturally frowny must cause many a misunderstanding, hah! Or
    perhaps it just makes people feel more solicitous toward you...
    Stahl: Hah! I'd never thought of it as an advantage before.
    Cherche: You know, it seems like every time I see you, you're engaged in
    another chore.
    Stahl: I volunteer a lot. I just enjoy keeping things...tidy, I guess. Plus,
    you don't want some of these axe slingers going anywhere near your laundry...
    Cherche: Well, I think it's very admirable. Perhaps you could use a hand?
    Stahl: Well, I WAS just about to head out to collect more firewood... Perhaps
    you'd care to accompany me to the forest? I can use your talents if we stumble
    across any fell beasts.
    Cherche: Back in my village, an invitation to collect firewood indicates
    romantic interest. Something to do with firewood igniting the flames of
    passion in a girl's heart...
    Stahl: Wha--?! G-good gracious, truly? I... I meant no offense. I swear!
    ...Also, that is a really weird first date. I'm just saying.
    Cherche: Heh heh. Oh, it's quite all right. How were you to know? In any case,
    I'll help out, and you can tell me more about the culture of Ylisse.
    Stahl: Sounds like a plan.
    
    A Support
    
    Cherche: Here, Stahl. This is for you.
    Stahl: Oh, what a beautiful handkerchief! Thank you. ...Did you make it?
    Cherche: I wanted to give you something in return for all your stories of
    Ylisse. I'm not an expert at needlework, but it's the thought that matters,
    right?
    Stahl: I think it's great! I'd buy this in a store!
    Cherche: That's very kind of you to say. You've taught me so much about the
    culture of Ylisse that I'm quite anxious to visit. In fact, when this war is
    over, I'm planning to tour its most famous sights.
    Stahl: That's funny, because when peace comes, I've decided to visit YOUR
    homeland. I want to help reunite families and rebuild their towns and
    villages.
    Cherche: You have a generous heart, but that really should be my job. Besides,
    your duty is to the reconstruction of Ylisse, is it not?
    Stahl: Yes, but I have to at least visit Valm. I mean, we DID collect firewood
    together.
    Cherche: Hah!
    Stahl: No, but seriously. I consider you a good friend, Cherche. And since our
    last talk, I've been studying the customs of your country. This handkerchief
    is a gift from one best friend to another, is it not? So forget Ylisse! There
    are plenty there who can rebuild better than I. Instead, I shall work to
    rebuild the country of my dear, close friend, Cherche!
    Cherche: Why, Stahl, that's very sweet of you. But, I think you made a
    mistake. The gift of a handkerchief is only significant when exchanged between
    women. From a woman to a man, it has no meaning at all. ...Well, other than a
    nice gift.
    Stahl: O-oh, is that true?  Oh, gosh, it is, isn't it? Blast, this is MOST
    embarrassing... Why didn't I read that passage more carefully?
    Cherche: It's quite all right. I'm flattered you thought to read about my
    country at all. Besides, who cares if you don't know all the ins and outs of
    my culture? You're pleased to be my friend, and that's all that matters. I
    would be happy to call you the same.
    Stahl: I'd like that very much.
    Cherche: Friendship is the best way to build bridges between cultures, don't
    you think?
    Stahl: Absolutely!
    
    S Support
    
    Stahl: Cherche, do you have a moment?
    Cherche: Yes, what's on your mind?
    Stahl: I wanted to apologize again for not knowing about the handkerchief
    thing.
    Cherche: Don't be silly! What's a little mistake between friends anyway?
    Stahl: We have become good friends, haven't we?
    Cherche: You sound almost...dissatisfied about that. Or is that your naturally
    furrowed brow?
    Stahl: I think you have the right of it, Cherche. Dissatisfaction, I mean.
    Cherche: What are you saying?
    Stahl: Cherche, when I'm with you, I want something more than friendship. I
    misinterpreted your gift last time, but this time there can be no mistake.
    So...here.
    Cherche: You're giving me a ring?
    Stahl: It's an Ylissean custom. It means I want to marry you.
    Cherche: I know. We have the same custom in Valm.
    Stahl: Great. Then my intention should be crystal clear! I love you, Cherche,
    and friendship just isn't enough anymore. I want us to be man and wife, and
    maybe raise a family together. I want your home to be my home, and I want to
    help rebuild your country. What do you say, Cherche? Shall we build a future
    together?
    Cherche: You look worried again.
    Stahl: Er, I was going for more of an earnest and beseeching kind of thing...
    Cherche: Yes, I see it now. A pleading look, especially around the eyes. Are
    you sure you want to abandon Ylisse and throw in your lot with Valm? When your
    ardor cools and reality sets in, you may well regret your decision.
    Stahl: The ring symbolizes a lifelong oath. I shall not break it.
    Cherche: Then I must make a promise, too. Stahl, I will love you and honor you
    for the rest of my life.
    Stahl: Y-you will? Oh, thank you, Cherche! You won't regret this!
    Cherche: I know. Because if you break your oath, I'll have Minerva devour you
    whole.
    Stahl: Oh, my! Is that another one of Valm's customs? Never fear, my love. I
    assure you--that is certainly not going to be necessary!
    Cherche: Good! Then we're agreed.
    
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    Stahl/Donnel
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    C Support
    
    Donnel: Mmm... Hmm... Aw, pig plop! This is all mumbo jumbo to me!
    Stahl: Are you trying to read that magic scroll? Good gods, Donny. Here now,
    take a break and have a soothing cup of nettle tea. It's a little bitter, but
    it'll settle your nerves if you can keep it down.
    Donnel: Thank ya kindly, Stahl.
    Stahl: Think nothing of it. And once you're calm, THEN start thinking about
    what kind of soldier you want to be.
    Donnel: How'd ya know that's what I was doin'? I ain't said nothin' about it
    to ya.
    Stahl: This morning you were picking locks, then you were practicing archery.
    Now I find you attempting to decipher a scroll to "smite thine enemies with
    fire". Either you're incredibly bored, or you aren't satisfied with your
    current role.
    Donnel: Welp, I s'pose the cat's outta the bag now... Hey, Stahl. Yer pretty
    clever. What do ya reckon I should do?
    Stahl: Well, I don't know anything about tomes or magic staves... But I'm a
    keen student of weapons, especially sharp ones. You could do what I did and
    watch the experienced sellswords and knights.
    Donnel: And then I could learn what weapon might work best fer me! Gosh,
    that's a dilly of an idea!
    <Donnel leaves>
    Stahl: But remember, it's not enough to just pick a weapon you like. You need
    training and-- Did he just leave? Good heavens, he's an eager one, isn't he?
    
    B Support
    
    Donnel: Howdy, Stahl! Just the gentleman I was hopin' to run into.
    Stahl: Do you have a question?
    Donnel: Could you...go over yonder? ...No, just a little bit farther.
    Stahl: Are you trying to make me fall into that pit trap you dug?
    Donnel: Aw, donkey bottoms! I ain't never gonna get the hang of this.
    Stahl: Easy, Donny. Don't look so glum. You still have time to learn.
    Donnel: But I done tried so many different things, and I'm useless at all of
    'em! I just wanna find one thing I'm better at than everyone else. Thought it
    might be booby traps, but shuck my corn if that's the case now...
    Stahl: Trying to be better than everyone is an ambitious goal that few ever
    achieve. Take me for example. Average strenght, skills, and looks. Nothing
    stands out. Compared to everyone else in the Shepherds, I'm as dull as can be.
    Donnel: Aw, Stahl, that ain't true! ...Well, maybe it's a bit true.
    Stahl: The point is, Donny, I still have a role. We can't all be the best at
    something, but we CAN all provide a unique blend of skills.
    Donnel: So we're the best...at bein' ourselves? Reckon that ain't much of
    anythin'.
    Stahl: Just keep practicing what you know, and take care of yourself on the
    battlefield. Talents will come to light when you least expect them.
    Donnel: Well, if ya say so...
    
    A Support
    
    Stahl: With every battle, the enemy grows more numerous and deadly...
    Donnel: Ain't that the truth! Sure am glad we got Robin plottin' strategy for 
    us. He's/She's awful good at gettin' the most outta this here army.
    Stahl: Ah, so you've noticed.
    Donnel: Sure have! With Robin at the helm, everything's easy! We just gotta
    carry out orders as best we can.
    Stahl: And the battle is not won by those who are best at one thing, is it? It
    takes all of us working in unison to achieve victory. Of course, we must take
    the time to hone and improve our skills... But in the end, how we fight as a
    group determines if we shall prevail.
    Donnel: Gosh, Stahl! When you put it like that, it makes me sound pretty
    important.
    Stahl: That's because you are! Now then, I think it's time for our midday
    meal. Shall we go to-- ...Waaah!
    <Thud>
    Donnel: Yee-haw! Looks like I'm better at trap settin' than you are at trap
    spottin'! Gosh, but you sure looked funny when that fake floor collapsed under
    yer feet!
    Stahl: Yes, that was...very clever. Now get me out of here!
    
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    Miriel                                                                   [MIR]
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    Miriel/Robin(M)
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    Please see Robin(M)/Miriel.
    
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    Miriel/Robin(F)
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    Please see Robin(F)/Miriel.
    
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    Miriel/Frederick
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    Please see Frederick/Miriel.
    
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    Miriel/Virion
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    Please see Virion/Miriel.
    
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    Miriel/Sully
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    Please see Sully/Miriel.
    
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    Miriel/Vaike
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    Please see Vaike/Miriel.
    
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    Miriel/Stahl
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    Please see Stahl/Miriel.
    
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    Miriel/Kellam
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    C Support
    
    Miriel: ......
    Kellam: Miriel? Why are you gritting your teeth and staring at me like that?
    Miriel: Because the moment I avert my eyes, I lose sight of you. Even when you
    don't attempt to hide, you simply disappear into thin air. It is a most
    perplexing puzzle.
    Kellam: It's true that I blend into the background sometimes...
    Miriel: But it makes no logical sense. That suit of armor you wear reflects
    sunlight like a mirror. Not to mention the novel nature of its oversizedness.
    Kellam: I think I just lack presence is all.
    Miriel: By which you mean you are unassertive, laconic, and a man of few
    words? There must be more to it than that. Science abhors and incomplete
    explanation. Hmm... Hmmmmm...
    Kellam: Um, can you stop staring at me like that? It's creeping me out a
    little.
    Miriel: But you are such a fascinating subject for observation. Think of all
    we can learn from you! If I were able to study you somehow...
    Kellam: I think I'm going to go now...
    <Kellam leaves>
    Miriel: ...Fascinating.
    
    B Support
    
    Kellam: M-Miriel? Why are you clutching my arm?
    Miriel: So I can keep track of you without having to stare unblinking for all
    hours of the day. This makes it easier for me to carry out my observations.
    Kellam: Oh. Okay. Because see, it's just that... Well, I find it a little
    embarrassing.
    Miriel: Do go on.
    Kellam: I-I'm not used to talking to people when they're standing so close.
    Miriel: That's perfectly all right. Neither am I.
    Kellam: ...Is this all some kind of joke?
    Miriel: When it comes to my research, I am incapable of jocularity.
    Kellam: Oh. I see.
    Miriel: Right then! I have set up a few atmospheric measuring devices on the
    table to the right. If you would be so good as to walk that way while you 
    depart?
    Kellam: Depart?
    Miriel: Vanish. Evaporate. Dematerialize. Just walk off like you always do.
    Kellam: All right, here goes...
    <Kellam leaves>
    Miriel: And there he goes, right on cue. ...Simply fascinating.
    
    A Support
    
    Miriel: Thank you for your assistance the other day.
    Kellam: Are you going to observe me again?
    Miriel: Do you find it discommodious?
    Kellam: I don't understand what that means, but your observation makes me
    nervous. Still, if you need me to keep doing it, I'll help however I can.
    Miriel: Then let us proceed. Please disappear...NOW!
    Kellam: Um...
    Miriel: Yes? Is something the matter? Do your thing! Amscray! Begone!
    Kellam: I am. It's not working.
    Miriel: ...Now THAT is fascinating!
    Kellam: How so?
    Miriel: Well, this is just a provisional theory... But perhaps your ability
    stems from a reluctance to impose yourself on others. You withdraw from
    people's consciousness, and hence from their senses as well.
    Kellam: Nope. I don't understand that either. Is it why you can see me now?
    Miriel: A bond has formed between us, making you a larger presence in my
    conscious mind. Our familiarity means that my senses are better able to detect
    your presence.
    Kellam: So are you saying you and me are becoming friends?
    Miriel: Well, I used the word in its broader sense. More like companions.
    ...Or pack mates. We have spent considerable time together, so certain
    attachments naturally develop.
    Kellam: Oh. That's nice, I guess.
    Miriel: We must spend more time together.
    Kellam: R-really?
    Miriel: Yes. I would like to hold your arm for a little longer.
    Kellam: Um, okay...
    
    S Support
    
    Miriel: I must say, Kellam, you are a very forbearing and patient young man.
    Not many people would put up with being a test subject for so long.
    Kellam: Oh, I don't mind. This way I get to hear all your interesting
    theories! In fact, I'm so used to you clinging to my arm, I get lonely when
    you're not there.
    Miriel: Interesting. I have experienced these feelings of loneliness as well.
    Clearly, the bonds of friendship between us are growing ever stronger. It
    would be most intriguing to see where this relationship takes us.
    Kellam: Well, maybe we can. ...I have a gift for you.
    Miriel: Is it an astrolabe? A microscope? Perhaps a new orrery? Ah, I see. It
    is a ring.
    Kellam: It's handmade and one of a kind. If you accept it, we can be married.
    Miriel: This new line of research would take years to complete. And I have so
    many other avenues of study to pursue... But yet, when you presented the ring,
    I felt a certain amount of...elation. Are you truly so fond of me that you are
    willing to be my test subject for life?
    Kellam: If that's what it takes? Absolutely!
    
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    Miriel/Lon'qu
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    C Support
    
    Miriel: The moon is illuminated by the sun? A most curious claim. And yet...
    Lon'qu: Hey.
    Miriel: The sun's light dims and is extinguished as it falls below the
    horizon. How, then, can--
    Lon'qu: Hey! Watch OUT.
    Miriel: Ack!
    Lon'qu: Do you have a death wish, woman? You nearly walked off a cliff!
    ...Gods. I grabbed a woman's arm.
    Miriel: Apologies. I was lost in my reading.
    Lon'qu: Maybe sit down next time if you aim to stay alive.
    Miriel: My heart is racing. An automatic response to danger, I assume? Very 
    interesting. I must make note of this...
    Lon'qu: Just close the book.
    Miriel: I am conducting a thought experiment and would prefer not to interrupt
    it.
    Lon'qu: You'd be interrupted permanently if I hadn't stopped you. Don't let it
    happen again.
    <Lon'qu leaves>
    Miriel: Assuming the sun does somehow continue to shine from beyond the
    horizon... Bah. It's no use. My focus is lost.
    
    B Support
    
    Lon'qu: I told you not to let this happen again!
    Miriel: You did.
    Lon'qu: So why is this your seventh brush with death in a week? The falling
    rocks and being swept off by the river I can perhaps understand... But you
    just stepped in front of a cart! A cart full of...of very loud minstrels!
    Miriel: Yes. But I saw you coming as well.
    Lon'qu: And you just assumed I'd save you?
    Miriel: That was my hypothesis, yes. The first few instances were accidents,
    but they raised a curious question. Was my attendant increase in heart rate
    purely the result of proximal danger?
    Lon'qu: Say that in words a human can understand.
    Miriel: A second situational cause could be postulated: proximity to you.
    Perhaps contact with someone unfamiliar was the cause of my momentary
    excitation. The only way to be sure was to collect data, which entailed
    replicating the experiment.
    Lon'qu: So you had to keep trying to die so I could keep saving you? What if
    I'd been too slow?
    Miriel: An incisive criticism. My methodology failed to prepare for that
    contingency.
    Lon'qu: For a smart woman, you sure are dumb. So understand this--that was the
    last time I'm pulling you out of the fire! I'm uncomfortable enough around
    women as it is. I don't need you making it worse.
    Miriel: A categorical aversion to women? Curious. Does this extend to, say, a
    female cat?
    Lon'qu: What? No. Cats all look the same to me.
    Miriel: What about primates? Statues of women? Perhaps a female cadaver?
    Lon'qu: I'm pretending you stopped at statues.
    Miriel: Is your reflex physical, or psychological? This merits a most rigorous
    investigation!
    Lon'qu: I'm starting to wish I'd let those minstrels run you down...
    
    A Support
    
    Lon'qu: All right! Why did you do it?!
    Miriel: Your question is far too vague for--
    Lon'qu: You filled my tent with statues of women! And most of them had no
    arms!
    Miriel: Ah, yes. That. Your question was ambiguous, Lon'qu. Specificity is
    paramount in any inquiry. Regardless, the statues were an experiment to learn
    the extent of you aversion reflex. And now I may collect the results! So then,
    how did you react to the statues?
    Lon'qu: By smashing them.
    Miriel: I see. So an inanimate likeness DOES trigger your reflex.
    Lon'qu: No, that's not the--
    Miriel: Thank you for your cooperation. We can proceed to the next test once
    I've procured sufficient female monkeys to--
    Lon'qu: For the love of all the gods, no! You don't get it.
    Miriel: I have made an error in my calculations?
    Lon'qu: I didn't get rid of the statues because they looked like women. There
    was barely enough room in my tent to stand! Plus I didn't want people to think
    I had...issues.
    Miriel: Ah! I see your point. A man who claims to be constitutionally averse
    to women with a tent full of statues? You might indeed be the subject of
    scrutiny, to say nothing of scurrilous rumor.
    Lon'qu: Assuming those words mean what I think they mean, yes. That's it
    exactly.
    Miriel: This was an oversight in my methodology. I apologize. We'll repeat the
    experiment in a secluded location.
    Lon'qu: No, we won't. 
    Miriel: My heart is racing at the prospect of clean, reliable data!
    Lon'qu: I said forget it!
    
    S Support
    
    Lon'qu: ...Hello, Miriel.
    Miriel: Curious. How did you know it was me?
    Lon'qu: After enduring your "experiments" day in and day out, I've come to
    expect you. Also, you have a fairly unique presence.
    Miriel: A presence, you say? How ambiguous. With what sensory organ do you
    detect it? We would have to disable them one at a time to be certain.
    Lon'qu: Just... Look, forget I said anything. What are you here to test this
    time?
    Miriel: I've observed a new phenomenon. Over the course of our joint research,
    I have come to crave further contact. I've yet to ascertain the cause and
    extent of this addiction, however.
    Lon'qu: I...have a theory.
    Miriel: A hypothesis, Lon'qu. Not a theory. A theory is a measurable extension
    of... I apologize. I interrupted you. Please continue.
    Lon'qu: I think what you feel is the same as what I feel for you.
    Miriel: Then you've cultivated an immunity to women as a result of our
    experiments?
    Lon'qu: Not an immunity. Just an exception.
    Miriel: Fascinating! And a relief! It would be a shame to lose such a rare
    affliction. In any case, this calls for further inquiry.
    Lon'qu: Heh. I thought you'd say as much. That's why I got you this.
    Miriel: It appears to be a ring.
    Lon'qu: That's because it is a ring. Wear this, and our addictions will be
    sated. You'll also never lack for a test subject.
    Miriel: Are these properties magical in nature? Most intriguing...
    Lon'qu: I'm asking you to marry me, idiot!
    Miriel: Ah, I see! Fascinating.
    Lon'qu: That's...not really an answer.
    Miriel: Apologies. I appear to be flush with a host of new and unfamiliar
    feelings. Each one is more intruiging than the next! I'm not sure how to
    express them properly.
    Lon'qu: Most people smile.
    Miriel: ...Is this satisfactory?
    Lon'qu: Actually that's a bit creepy, but... You know what? We'll work on it.
    
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    Miriel/Ricken
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    C Support
    
    Ricken: Hyaaa! Wind! Nrrraaagh! Elwind! Hnnnnnngh! Fire! Whew... That's good
    for now.
    Miriel: ......
    Ricken: You're awfully quiet over there, Miriel. Come to think of it, I don't
    think I've ever seen you practicing spells. So, I guess you just read and
    think? A lot?
    Miriel: Vigorous thought suits me. There is less grunting.
    Ricken: But don't you want to actually try out the stuff you're learning?
    Miriel: The testing of hypotheses through experimentation is of paramount
    import.
    <Miriel leaves and returns>
    Miriel: ......
    Ricken: Um, Miriel? What did you just grab? Why are you staring at a glass of
    water?
    Miriel: I've immersed two distinct metals in this solution. Now to apply a 
    charge... THUNDER!
    Ricken: Gah!
    Miriel: Success! How pleasant.
    Ricken: Whoa! They both look like the same metal now. How'd you do that?
    Miriel: It's merely a thin coating of particles freed from the sample by the
    spell's energy.
    Ricken: I have absolutely no idea what that means, but it's still amazing! So
    does that have some kind of combat use or something?
    Miriel: None whatsoever.
    Ricken: Oh! That's...kind of weird.
    
    B Support
    
    Miriel: Administer the spell to the charcoal, if you please.
    Ricken: Got it. ...Hyaaa!
    Miriel: ......
    Ricken: Whoa.
    Miriel: ...And success! How nice.
    Ricken: Wait, hold on! Why did it glow like that? And why was it that color?
    Miriel: This is another byproduct of the spell's magical energy.
    Ricken: Sooo, I don't suppose this has any combat applications either?
    Miriel: Absolutely none.
    Ricken: And since the thunderbolt already glows, why bother with the coal at
    all?
    Miriel: Practical use is not my concern. I conduct experiments to uncover
    natural truths.
    Ricken: Gee, I never really stopped to think about anything like that. So,
    what's the next experiment? Anything I can help with?
    Miriel: I welcome your assistance, but as I said, it is likely to be of
    dubious use at best.
    Ricken: Aw, that doesn't matter. Let me help! This is real cutting-edge stuff.
    I mean, maybe you'll find some amazing use for it after all. Plus we're
    tossing lightning bolts around, and that's fun!
    Miriel: Heh. It is good to see one so young enjoying science. Let us proceed.
    Ricken: Yes, ma'am!
    
    A Support
    
    Miriel: And...begin.
    Ricken: Nrrraaagh!
    Miriel: ...Curious. As hypothesized, the same tome yields different results
    based on the user.
    Ricken: Well, yeah. That's because you're a stronger mage than me.
    Miriel: But what is magical prowess, specifically? What factors determine its
    development?
    Ricken: Well, it's... I mean, it's like that one thing where mages... Hmph.
    You know? I've never even stopped to think it through.
    Miriel: A complex, multicausational phenomenon to be sure, but a fascinating
    line of inquiry.
    Ricken: You're always asking questions other people haven't even thought of.
    Where do you come up with this stuff?
    Miriel: My research is based predominately on the writings of my mother. To
    her final day, she documented every phenomenon and natural law she observed.
    Some called them the ravings of a madwoman, but I saw crystalline insight.
    Ricken: And now you want to prove her right! We're not that different, you
    know? I'm fighting for my family's name, too. We used to be one of Ylisse's
    high noble houses, but times have been hard lately. It's up to me to come home
    a war hero and rebuild our reputation! So if there's anything I can do to
    help, just say the word.
    Miriel: Likewise.
    
    S Support
    
    Miriel: I believe we've made satisfactory progress. Let us conclude here for
    the day.
    Ricken: Sure! So are things quicker with an assistant, or am I mostly in the
    way?
    Miriel: You've improved efficiency considerably and enabled an entirely new
    methodology. Your help is appreciated.
    Ricken: Hee hee! That's great. But actually, I'd like to help in all your
    experiments from now on, if that's okay.
    Miriel: In perpetuity? That would be a great help indeed.
    Ricken: Well then... Um... Here.
    Miriel: A ring? How curious. Are you proposing we melt it down to ascertain
    its composition?
    Ricken: I'm proposing you marry me! Then we could work side by side forever.
    And that's important because... I think I've fallen in love with you.
    Miriel: Most fascinating. Your words acted as an aural cue causing a suffusion
    of warmth to permeate my chest. This demands further exploration, I shall need
    your help for another experiment.
    Ricken: I'd love to!
    Miriel: I hypothesize this will be a highly educational partnership.
    
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    Miriel/Gaius
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    C Support
    
    Gaius: Hey, a pack of cards! Don't tell me there was a game on and I didn't
    get invited. Crivens, I haven't dealt in quite some time. *shuffle* Heh heh. I
    guess old Gaius Nimble Fingers can still tickle the deck when he wants.
    Miriel: What was that?
    Gaius: Wargh! Don't sneak up on folk like that! Cripes, I darn near bit my
    tongue... Anyway, I was just fiddling with these cards. Used to be quite the
    player back in the day. That is, until one fateful evening... The evening I
    wagered and lost the finest crowberry tart I ever saw. The horrific memory
    haunts me to this day, and ever since, I've sworn off gamb--
    Miriel: I was not inquiring about your own personal failings. I wanted to know
    how you made that card vanish into the ether.
    Gaius: What card?
    Miriel: The card that was in your hand a moment ago. The one with a regent's
    image. I saw it clearly, but now it is nowhere to be found.
    Gaius: Oh, that? Heh heh. Just a little trick I learned on my travels. See?
    The card's in my right hand... Then I flip it like so... Presto! It's in my
    left!
    Miriel: Fascinating! You seem to have mastered the legendary art of
    teleportation.
    Gaius: What? Er, no, it's just sleight of hand. Anyone can do it with enough
    practice.
    Miriel: ...Sleight of hand? I am not familiar with that particular discipline.
    Gaius: It's all about deceiving the eye and fooling the senses. For example...
    Ta-daaaaa! I just made a card appear out of nowhere. ...Or so it seems. But I
    was actually just hiding it in my sleeve.
    Miriel: Ah, I see. What an amusing hobby. Do you have any other tricks? I
    would be interested to see more.
    Gaius: Interested enough to give me, say, three peach pastries in exchange?
    
    B Support
    
    Miriel: Gaius, I would like to observe more of this sleight of hand of yours.
    Gaius: Sorry, Specs. You saw every trick I know. Besides, I don't want to do
    more, anyway.
    Miriel: ...Specs? Ah yes, a reference to my eyewear. How very amusing. But why
    do you not wish to demonstrate more of your talent? It is quite singular. 
    Gaius: Because you see right through my tricks. It spoils the fun! "Ah, Gaius!
    You have placed the card inside your codpiece! I say, Gaius! That coin can be
    located behind your third knuckle!" It's seriously demotivating.
    Miriel: I admit that I would be a difficult person to fool in this regard. 
    Years of training have honed my powers of observation into a sharply pointed
    rapier.
    Gaius: Er, wait. You actually practice looking at stuff?
    Miriel: Of course. It is an invaluable tool for any serious practitioner of
    science. The first lesson of observation is that you cannot trust your
    perceptions. Sensory impressions are mere constructs and easily distorted by
    preconceptions.
    Gaius: Sooooo, folks see what they want to see, but you taught yourself not
    to?
    Miriel: The human mind can accomplish anything if one is sufficiently
    diligent.
    Gaius: Got it. That explains why I can't fool you. Well then, maybe it's time
    to get serious.
    Miriel: Please explain.
    Gaius: Well, I've been holding this one back. In fact, I wasn't going to show
    you... But as you've won every round so far, I reckon it's time to play my
    trump card.
    Miriel: I did not realize we were engaged in a competition.
    Gaius: Look, Specs, whenever you figure out one of my tricks, that means I
    lose. And if I lose, I have to give your pastries back. That's just honorable.
    But this trick is veeery special. So if you can't figure it out... You have to
    buy me a treacle pie from the best baker in town. Deal? All right, here goes!
    Miriel: It had not occurred to me that you might consider the pastries some
    form of wager... But very well, then. I accept. Show me your trick.
    
    A Support
    
    Miriel: Dear me, Gaius. You look very low today.
    Gaius: If you're here to gloat, get on with it and then leave me alone. I'm
    out of tricks, Specs. I got nothing. Zero. Zilch. Nada. Ix-nay. I don't even
    have any more sweets to wager.
    Miriel: Truly? You are completely out? I'd thought you to have a secret stash.
    Gaius: Raided it last night. Cleaned it out in an eyeblink, I did. I've never
    been this long without sugar! I think I'm having heart palpitations.
    Miriel: You misunderstand. I was speaking not of sweets, but of card tricks.
    Gaius: Oh. Well, you bled me dry on those, too.
    Miriel: Interesting. Perhaps then you could think up some new ones.
    Gaius: Oh, yeah, sure. I'll just reach down and pull 'em out of my... Look,
    why are you so interested in my card tricks, anyway? It's not like I ever
    manage to fool you.
    Miriel: It is a difficult reason to put into words, but I shall attempt it. I
    found our competition to be stimulating. Almost thrilling, in point of fact.
    My senses were heightened like never before. It was a truly zesty experience!
    Gaius: Oh? You seemed pretty bored to me.
    Miriel: I assure you, I was not. Your enthusiasm for the game was quite
    infectious. My skin tingled, my heart raced, and I noted a dozen other signs
    of excitement besides.
    Gaius: So there IS a bit of passion behind that logical exterior of yours.
    Miriel: That would be a fair proposition, yes.
    Gaius: Oh, yeah. That passion just comes shining through... Tell you what,
    Specs... If you like playing that much, I'll try to conjure up some more
    tricks. All right? I may just have a couple of ideas...
    
    S Support
    
    Gaius: Hey, Specs. I've got one. ...A new trick, that is. Care to play?
    Miriel: There is nothing I would rather do at this moment.
    Gaius: So, I have a white handkerchief here, yes? Just a normal, everyday
    item. Now if you would be so kind, please drape it over your hand.
    Miriel: Like this?
    Gaius: Good. Now I'll just lift if off and...
    Miriel: Interesting. You have caused a ring to appear in the palm of my hand.
    Gaius: Do you know why it's there?
    Miriel: Because a ring is small and easy to conceal, thus lending the trick
    credence?
    Gaius: Uh, no. That's not what I-- I don't mean HOW it got there. I mean WHY.
    Miriel: Ah. I think I understand your meaning now.
    Gaius: Well, let me tell you the "why" first. Because...these last few weeks
    have been the most fun I've ever had. I'm serious, Miriel. Even when I lost
    pastries, I was just happy to be near you. Maybe it's the competition, or
    maybe it's just that you're beautiful. I'm not sure. But anyway, I was
    thinking maybe you might feel the same way, and so...
    Miriel: You need not explain more.
    Gaius: But I haven't finished my speech yet.
    Miriel: I am most fascinated by this zest for competition you claim to have
    developed. ...And the comment about beauty did not hurt your cause either. At
    any rate, I believe ours to be a relationship worthy of further study. A
    marriage contract would suit my purposes very much indeed.
    Gaius: Th-that's great. I mean, really! Fantastic!
    Miriel: Now, Gaius...
    Gaius: Yes, dear?
    Miriel: Will you show me how you managed to place the ring on the palm of my
    hand?
    Gaius: This better not be the only reason you said yes...
    
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    Miriel/Gregor
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    C Support
    
    Gregor: Miriel! You can sit down with Gregor? Enjoy tasty cup of elderberry
    tea?
    Miriel: I am curious as to why you are constantly inviting females to consume
    tea.
    Gregor: Gregor is man, yes? He enjoys company of lovely maidens. What is more
    to tell?
    Miriel: Would you say women possess some attractive force which draws you to
    them?
    Gregor: Oy, yes. Miriel is very attractive! That is why Gregor offers tea.
    Miriel: That's not what I meant, but I suppose it's the best I'll get from a
    layperson. So then, what aspects make a woman attractive? Can you define them?
    I would very much like to quantify this phenomenon if at all possible.
    Gregor: You are using many large words. Gregor is...very confused.
    Miriel: It's simple: there must be rules governing attractive force and how it
    operates. If you are able to define the parameters, it should be possible to
    re-create them.
    Gregor: But every man is liking different things, yes? Gregor speak for no one
    but