Morgan/Supports (male)

This page contains all data pertaining to the female Morgan's supports in Fire Emblem Awakening.

Avatar (F)

C Support

Morgan: Oh, Mother! Over here! Come with me a minute!

Avatar: What is it, Morgan?

Morgan: Oh, nothing. It's just... C'mon! I need to talk to you about something.

Avatar: Well, I'm afraid I'm a bit busy at the moment. Can we talk here?

Morgan: H-here? Er, that's not really... I can just wait, thanks.

Avatar: Are you sure it's nothing urgent?

Morgan: Um, no, it's... Ha ha! ...I'll be right back. ...... Okay, all set! Now to lure Father into this pitfall trap... Phew, I'm back! Hey, let's take a walk, shall we? Right this way, Father!

Avatar: You're acting very strange, Morgan.

Morgan: (Allllmost... Just a couple more steps...)

Avatar: ...Huh? A pitfall? Now that's a classic!

Morgan: Dang! How did you know?! I was super careful in disguising it. It didn't look suspicious at all!

Avatar: True, your work on the pit is first class. But your odd behavior made it obvious. Subterfuge and misdirection are half of any good trap, Morgan.

Morgan: Dang. I'll get you next time! By the way, as long as you're here, mind helping me fill this hole in? If someone fell in by accident, they could really hurt themselves.

Avatar: Wait, how deep did you make it?!

B Support

Avatar: Hmm... Now where did I put it...?

Morgan: Looking for that treatise on tactics, Mother? Blue cover? Fairly thick?

Avatar: Yes. How did you... Waaait a minute.

Morgan: Yup! I hid it! Think you can find it?

Avatar: Is that today's challenge, then?

Morgan: It's somewhere in camp-I'll tell you that. You have until sundown today! Though I could give you weeks, and you would never find my diabolical hiding-

Avatar: Found it.

Morgan: WHAT?!

Avatar: It's in that bag you're holding, isn't it?

Morgan: Hmph. ...Fine.

Avatar: Guess I win this round.

Morgan: How did you figure it out so fast?

Avatar: You know me well, Morgan. And that includes knowing how much that book means to me. I knew you'd never hide it anywhere it might be damaged or stolen. So it needed to be somewhere you could keep a close eye on it... yet still concealed.

Morgan: You read my entire thought process! ...And here I thought I was being so clever.

Avatar: All right, that settles today's challenge. Now come take a seat.

Morgan: Huh?

Avatar: Let's read that book together. You wanted to work on your strategic thinking, right?

Morgan: Right!

A Support

Morgan: I'd draw your forces out to this line, then strike with an ambush team from the woods.

Avatar: Then I would move...here. Now you find yourself trapped in a pincer movement.

Morgan: Crud. You win again.

Avatar: At least it was just pieces on a board. In real life, that would've cost lives. A tactician is responsible for their army's survival, and a single mistake can be fatal. But you cannot allow the pressure of that responsibility to stymie you. Running scenarios like this will help prepare you for anything.

Morgan: Thank, Mother. I'll give some of your strategy texts another read-through. But know this--one of these days, I WILL outmaneuver you!

Avatar: Okay, we'll see about that, kiddo. But you're welcome to try me anytime. I'm always happy to accept a challenge. All right then, we're done for today.

Morgan: Okay! See you tomorrow!

Avatar: ...Phew, that was a close one. I was one step shy of getting completely wiped out. I'd hoped that to be an unattainable goal for a little longer so he would push himself. In actuality, I'M the one who needs a push. Better dust off a few of these books myself.

Chrom

This support is only available if Chrom is Morgan's father.

C Support

Morgan: Hmm... I wonder why I have no memory of my father... All my memories of Mother are so crisp and clear... I remember what an amazing tactician she was, all the time we studied together... But nothing at all about my father. It's one big blank.

Chrom: What are you up to, Morgan?

Morgan: Father! That's amazing! I was just thinking about you! Is this fate?! This is totally fate! Family-style fate! ...Wait, no. How did Mother put it? "We're not pawns of some scripted fate. It's invisible ties we forge that bind us." So yeah, it's not fate. It's the whole invisible bond-link... thing!

Chrom: Heh, is that so?

Morgan: Yup! Even without my memories, there's an invisible thread that links us. Er, but that reminds me... I was just wondering how I could have possibly forgotten you, Father. Do you think maybe you could help me get those memories back?

Chrom: I'd be happy to try. After all-

Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! I'll start preparing. Oh, I can't wait to get started!

Chrom: Well, he's certainly got energy to spare...

B Support

Morgan: Father? Do you have a moment?

Chrom: Yes, of course.

Morgan: Perfect! Then let's get started on Project Get Memories of Dad Back! Step one-figure how we're going to trigger some flashbacks. I've already tried banging my head against a post, but nothing. I mean, it made me dizzy and nauseated, but it didn't unearth any hidden memories. What do you think, Father? Perhaps a stone wall would work better?

Chrom: Let's just... hold off on the head smashing for now, shall we? Perhaps you could try just staring at me for a bit? Right into my eyes.

Morgan: Argh, that's perfect! You're a genius! I must have seen your face a million times in the future. It's bound to bring SOMETHING back if I stare at it long enough. Okay, sorry to invade your personal space here, but... Here goes... ..... ....... ......... ............ Drats! It's not working. I don't remember a thing. It's like... Have you ever stared at a word so long it kind of fell apart? And you think, "Is that how that's spelled? Wait, is that even a real WORD?!" Except here it's "Is that what Father looked like?"

Chrom: Er, right. Perhaps that's enough of the memory project for one day?

Morgan: Sure... I'm still a little dizzy from banging the post earlier, to be honest... But this doesn't end here! I'm not giving up until I remember you, Father!

A Support

Morgan: *Sigh* No luck today, either... I'm going crazy trying to remember you. I feel so useless! I'm just so... *sniff* Why can't I... *sob*

Chrom: Come now, Morgan. No tears.

Morgan: B-but I know I must have loved you just as much as I loved Mother. I bet we had a million memories together, and the thought of having lost them... I feel like I failed you. Like I... Like I... *sob*

Chrom: Morgan...

Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry. I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-my head! ...Wha-?!

Chrom: What's wrong?!

Morgan: I... I remembered something! Just one tiny little memory, but... I remember! You were smiling at me... and you called my name... Ha ha! Yes! You looked a little bit older, but it was DEFINITELY you! Oh thank you, Father. I never would have remembered without your help. And hey, this is great! If I can get one memory back, maybe I can get the rest! It may take time, but I won't stop trying until I remember everything about you.

Chrom: Take all the time you need. I'll always be here for you... You know that, right?

Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Dad.

Frederick

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Virion

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Vaike

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Stahl

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Ricken

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Gregor

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Libra

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Henry

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Lucina

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Basilio

C Support

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

B Support

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

A Support

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

Donnel

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Owain

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Owain (as parent and child)

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Inigo

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Brady

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Kjelle

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Cynthia

C Support

Cynthia: I am Cynthia, Vanquisher of Evil! My sword has judged you and found you wanting! ...Heh. Nice. I'm totally using that next time out.

Morgan: You seem as chipper as ever, Cynthia. I feel engrossed just watching you.

Cynthia: Hey, if I've got anything to offer, it's pep! Belting out catchphrases and awesome hero speeches always gets me going.

Morgan: So that's your secret, is it?

Cynthia: Yup! If you're ever feeling worn down, I can't recommend it highly enough. Hey! You should try it right now!

Morgan: All right, maybe I will! Let's see... I am Morgan, the, um, unwavering light that makes bad guys...really sad!

Cynthia: ...Well?

Morgan: Hey, that does feel good! I bet with a little bit of practice, I could really get used to this!

Cynthia: Oh, yay! It's always great to find someone who appreciates the art of heroism.

Morgan: Heh, it does seem like we're something of a matched pair.

Cynthia: And that means it's up to us to keep the speeches coming till everyone is energised!

Morgan: Look out, world! I'm gonna shout at you until I'm hoarse!

B Support

Cynthia: Hrmmm...

Morgan: Mmm? Cynthia?

Cynthia: Do they really...? But that would mean...

Morgan: Is everything all right?

Cynthia: Oh. Hi, Morgan.

Morgan: I don't think I've ever seen you this drained. Is something on your mind?

Cynthia: No, I'm... Well, yes, actually. Lately, it seems like the others have all been...staring at me.

Morgan: Er, you mean more than usual or...what?

Cynthia: Well, I'm used to them watching, but not...you know...staring. It's been happening when I give heroic pep talks. People always look, but...

Morgan: ...But?

Cynthia: But whenever I do it lately, people just stare. A lot. And hard. It's like they're boring into my soul with twin javelins of shame and regret./

Morgan: Oh, that's just your imagination, I'm sure.

Cynthia: No it's not. They pity me, Morgan! They're all embarrassed for me! And so now that's all I can think about. I can't even fight any more! Seriously, I almost got stabbed by a blind codger on a horse the other day...

Morgan: Then I propose a little experiment.

Cynthia: Oh?

Morgan: If your heroic boldness is too much for them, why not try acting meek? In our next battle, take the field as a quiet, demure Cynthia. Then watch their reactions and draw conclusions from the experience.

Cynthia: Yeah, but...what will that tell me?

Morgan: If they're fed up with how rambunctious you are, they'll be glad you quietened down. But if they like your usual peppy self, they'll clearly be worried about you.

Cynthia: Geez, I'm not sure I even know how to act demure.

Morgan: Just think about your mother. Try to act as she would.

Cynthia: All right. I'll give it a try!

Morgan: Wonderful! We'll have your answer in no time, I guarantee it!

A Support

Morgan: Hey, Cynthia.

Cynthia: ...Morgan.

Morgan: So? how goes it? Have you mastered acting meek and demure yet?

Cynthia: ...Yes. ... ...I have.

Morgan: Er, right. You know, I'm not sure that's actually how demure works. Maybe you just need a little more time? Yes, I'm sure that's it!

Cynthia: ...No. That isn't... ... ...necessary.

Morgan: I can actually feel myself growing old waiting for you to finish a sentence. I'm starting to think this was a bad idea.

Cynthia: What? No way! I practised really hard! Look, I'll even show you my demure face! Mmmmrrrrgggghhh...

Morgan: ...Please stop that. Er, all this aside, though, how have the others reacted to this new you?

Cynthia: Aw, it was really sweet! They were all very concerned. They kept coming up and asking me what was wrong.

Morgan: Oh?

Cynthia: Oh yeah! People were all running up and shouting at me and stuff! "What is wrong with you, Cynthia?!" "You look upset, Cynthia!" "Why do you keep making that horrible face, Cynthia?" So if what you said is true, that means they all miss the old perky me, right?

Morgan: Er... R-right! I'm sure that's what they meant. They all want you to be yourself. Your happy, energetic...very loud self.

Cynthia: Yay! It's such a relief to know for sure! Of, all that worrying had my stomach in knots. But now that it's over, I'm hungry! You wanna grab something to eat? I think they have pottage today!

Morgan: Sure. It must be hart to be energetic on an empty stomach, after all.

Cynthia: I know, right? Come on, let's go!

Morgan: ...Yeesh. Between the pauses and that face, it's no wonder people thought her ill. I doubt it had anything to do with her missing pep and verve. ...Not that I could tell her that without breaking her heart, though... Ah, well. At least she's smiling again!

S Support

Cynthia: Morgaaan!

Morgan: Um, hi?

Cynthia: You're not...hiding anything from me, are you?

Morgan: Wh-what makes you say that?

Cynthia: Oh, please. It's written all over your face!

Morgan: I really have no idea what you-

Cynthia: The REAL reason everyone was worried when I was acting demure--out with it!

Morgan: ...Ah. That.

Cynthia: I knew it! You knew I was wrong, and you just let me believe it! You said everyone's concern about me meant they missed the old me! You lied to me!

Morgan: It wasn't a lie! It was a... I mean, I... Wait, how did you come to the conclusion that the others didn't miss the old you?

Cynthia: Someone asked if I was feeling better, and I said yep, and then they said... "Good. The funny talking had us worried it was permanent brain damage." "You've always been crazy, but this time we worried you'd finally snapped." This is your fault, Morgan! I made an even bigger fool of myself than before!

Morgan: I'm sorry, Cynthia. Really I am. I didn't mean to lie.

Cynthia: Then why did you?

Morgan: Because I missed the old you! The crazy girl with all the speeches and moves! So others may not get it. So what?! They were still concerned for you. But me? I just missed you. You, Cynthia! I think you're awesome!

Cynthia: Morgan...

Morgan: I love your energy, Cynthia! I love your heroic nature! I...I love YOU!

Cynthia: ...You what?

Morgan: I only realised it once you were gone. Er, once you went demure, I mean. But once it happened, I didn't know how to tell you without hurting you. And then, when you changed back, I didn't want to change your mind about why. So I didn't. I was a coward and I just...hoped everything would work out.

Cynthia: ...I forgive you.

Morgan: ...Y-you do?

Cynthia: I looked like a fool, and you just confessed that you're in love with me. I think that evens the ol' embarrassment scales, don't you?

Morgan: Cynthia...

Cynthia: Yes, it may have been embarrassing... But in the end, I'm glad it happened.

Morgan: Really?

Cynthia: Yes... Because it led me to someone who really loves me for who I am. I hope you know what you're getting into. I can be kinda loud sometimes.

Morgan: Heh...I kinda noticed. But I'd have it no other way! *ahem* By the mighty sword of Morgan, I shall love you forever!

Cynthia: Hey, that was actually pretty good!

Severa

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Gerome

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Yarne

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Laurent

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Noire

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Gangrel

C Support

Morgan: Hmm... I wonder why I have no memory of my father... All my memories of Mother are so crisp and clear... I remember what an amazing tactician she was, all the time we studied together... But nothing at all about my father. It's one big blank.
Gangrel: And what are you up to?
Morgan: Father! That's amazing! I was just thinking about you! Is this fate?! This is totally fate! Family-style fate! ...Wait, no. How did Mother put it? "We're not pawns of some scripted fate. It's invisible ties we forge that bind us." So yeah, it's not fate. It's the whole invisible bond-link... thing!
Gangrel: Heh. Really…
Morgan: Yup! Even without my memories, there's an invisible thread that links us. Er, but that reminds me... I was just wondering how I could have possibly forgotten you, Father. Do you think maybe you could help me get those memories back?
Gangrel: Why not? I've got nowhere--
Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! I'll start preparing. Oh, I can't wait to get started!
Gangrel: That kid sure is energetic…

B Support

Morgan: Father? Do you have a moment?
Gangrel: I can carve a moment from my busy schedule, sure. Bwa ha ha!
Morgan: Perfect! Then let's get started on Project Get Memories of Dad Back! Step one--figure how we're going to trigger some flashbacks. I've already tried banging my head against a post, but nothing. I mean, it made me dizzy and nauseated, but it didn't unearth any hidden memories. What do you think, Father? Perhaps a stone wall would work better?
Gangrel: Hey, I love a bloody head-banging as much as the next guy. ....Probably more so. But it's take it easy on that for a bit. Maybe just try staring at me instead.
Morgan: Argh, that's perfect! You're a genius! I must have seen your face a million times in the future. It's bound to bring SOMETHING back if I stare at it long enough. Okay, sorry to invade your personal space here, but... Here goes… ..... ....... ......... ............ Drats! It's not working. I don't remember a thing. It's like... Have you ever stared at a word so long it kind of fell apart? And you think, "Is that how that's spelled? Wait, is that even a real WORD?!" Except here it's "Is that what Father looked like?"
Gangrel: Er, right. Perhaps that's enough of the memory project for now.
Morgan: Sure... I'm still a little dizzy from banging the post earlier, to be honest... But this doesn't end here! I'm not giving up until I remember you, Father!

A Support

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

Walhart

C Support

Morgan: Hmm... I wonder why I have no memory of my father... All my memories of Mother are so crisp and clear... I remember what an amazing tactician she was, all the time we studied together... But nothing at all about my father. It's one big blank.
Walhart: What is the meaning of all this navel-gazing?
Morgan: Father! That's amazing! I was just thinking about you! Is this fate?! This is totally fate! Family-style fate! ...Wait, no. How did Mother put it? "We're not pawns of some scripted fate. It's invisible ties we forge that bind us." So yeah, it's not fate. It's the whole invisible bond-link... thing!
Walhart: Absurd. It is through strength alone that man--
Morgan: Yup! Even without my memories, there's an invisible thread that links us. Er, but that reminds me... I was just wondering how I could have possibly forgotten you, Father. Do you think maybe you could help me get those memories back?
Walhart: I would prefert to train you in the arts of warfare, death, and--
Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! I'll start preparing. Oh, I can't wait to get started!
Walhart: Bah. Useless!

B Support

Morgan: Father? Do you have a moment?
Walhart: Only if you vow not to waste my time with insignificant prattle.
Morgan: Perfect! Then let's get started on Project Get Memories of Dad Back! Step one--figure how we're going to trigger some flashbacks. I've already tried banging my head against a post, but nothing. I mean, it made me dizzy and nauseated, but it didn't unearth any hidden memories. What do you think, Father? Perhaps a stone wall would work better?
Walhart: Perhaps that plan would work if I drove your head through it... Or perhaps you could gaze upon your father's noble visage for a while.
Morgan: Argh, that's perfect! You're a genius! I must have seen your face a million times in the future. It's bound to bring SOMETHING back if I stare at it long enough. Okay, sorry to invade your personal space here, but... Here goes… ..... ....... ......... ............ Drats! It's not working. I don't remember a thing. It's like... Have you ever stared at a word so long it kind of fell apart? And you think, "Is that how that's spelled? Wait, is that even a real WORD?!" Except here it's "Is that what Father looked like?"
Walhart: Bah. You waste my time anew! That's enough of this for today.
Morgan: Sure... I'm still a little dizzy from banging the post earlier, to be honest... But this doesn't end here! I'm not giving up until I remember you, Father!

A Support

Morgan: *Sigh* No luck today, either... I'm going crazy trying to remember you. I feel so useless! I'm just so... *sniff* Why can't I... *sob*
Walhart: SILENCE! This display demeans us both!
Morgan: B-but I know I must have loved you just as much as I loved Mother. I bet we had a million memories together, and the thought of having lost them... I feel like I failed you. Like I... Like I... *sob*
Walhart: I should put a sword in you and be done with it…
Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry. I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-my head! ...Wha--?!
Walhart: Pray, what calamity has befallen you now?!
Morgan: I...I remembered something! Just one tiny little memory, but... I remember! You were smiling at me... and you called my name...Ha ha! Yes! You looked a little bit older, but it was DEFINITELY you! Oh thank you, Father. I never would have remembered without your help. And hey, this is great! If I can get one memory back, maybe I can get the rest! It may take time, but I won't stop trying until I remember everything about you.
Walhart: Such pitiful goals. *sigh* Oh, very well. I shall do what I can to assist you…
Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Dad.

Yen'fay

C Support

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

B Support

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

A Support

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

Priam

C Support

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

B Support

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

A Support

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