Robin/Supports (male)

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

Chrom

C Support

Avatar: Can I ask you something, Chrom?

Chrom: Uh-oh. Should I be nervous?

Avatar: When you found me collapsed and without memory, why did you take me in?

Chrom: Well... Because you were collapsed and without memory?

Avatar: That's it? Pity was your reason?

Chrom: Isn't that enough?

Avatar: Did you never stop to consider if it was some kind of trap?

Chrom: Heh, that's what I have Frederick for.

Avatar: But why didn't-

Chrom: Avatar, if I see someone hurt or in need, I'm going to help them. That's just who I am, and there's no changing it. Or would you rather I'd left you there, face down in the muck?

Avatar: No, of course not. I'm thankful for what you did, I truly am. But it scares me all the same. Chivalry and longevity don't often go hand in hand.

Chrom: Ha! I wish I had a gold coin for every time I got this lecture.

Avatar: I can only offer advice, I'm afraid. You really should be more careful in the future.

Chrom: I'm sorry, but no. If it happened again today, I'd do the same exact thing...

Avatar: But-

Chrom: Peace, Avatar. I have heard 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.

Avatar: I... I understand. If that is your decision, then so be it. Just do try and be careful, Chrom. For my peace of mind, if not your own?

Chrom: I will. I promise.

B Support

Avatar: Chrom! Are you all right?!

Chrom: Er, yes, I'm fine. ...What's got you so excited?

Avatar: I heard you were attacked behind the mess tent!

Chrom: Pfft! Some local thug approached with a dagger, but he bolted when I drew iron. It was dark... The poor fellow probably thought he was mugging a merchant! Ha!

Avatar: You challenged him alone?!

Chrom: Well, I wouldn't say "challenged", exactly. More like "shooed away". Can't very well just leave that sort around the camp now, can we?

Avatar: By the gods, Chrom! Please, I beg you, do not take any more of these foolish risks.

Chrom: Hah! You do realise we're at war, right? Just walking onto the battlefield is a risk.

Avatar: I don't fear anyone besting you head-on; I fear you being stabbed in the back! Many of our enemies do not share your sense of honour.

Chrom: Do you really think some random cutpurse would get the better of me?

Avatar: Shall I list every hero who said that before being poisoned, sniped, or snared?

Chrom: Well, I don't think a list is necess-

Avatar: You're our COMMANDER, Chrom... Battlefield victories mean nothing if an army loses its leader. You are no longer simply your own man. You stand for all of us.

Chrom: Enough... You have a point. You're right... as you always are. I will be more careful. Thank you, Avatar.

A Support

Avatar: I hear you've been going on patrol with a couple of the men.

Chrom: Only to patrol the immediate area.

Avatar: ...You know what I'm going to say, don't you?

Chrom: That it's too risky, and I need to be more careful. Yes, thank you, mother.

Avatar: But if you know this, then why-

Chrom: Look. I understand enemies could be lying in wait to try and kill me... But there could also be others who need my help! There's a war going on, and people are suffering. I can't ignore them. I won't.

Avatar: So why not send your men to search for these hapless innocents?!

Chrom: Because.

Avatar: Becauuuse...?

Chrom: Because... of you. If I hadn't been there - if Frederick alone had found you - would we have ever met?

Avatar: ...Probably not.

Chrom: You see? And it's not just you, Avatar. It's everyone like you. I know going out there exposes me to danger, and I haven't always been careful. But it's a risk I'm willing to take in order to connect with the people. To forge bonds.

Avatar: Bonds? Between who?

Chrom: You and me. Me and the others. The villagers we've met, the world we've seen... Such bonds are the true strength of this army. Without them, we're lost. Others may disagree, but that's one benefit of leadership: I make the final call.

Avatar: It's hard to argue when you use me as your example. But at least let me come with you.

Chrom: So you can watch my back?

Avatar: That's part of it, yes. But I also want to be there when you find the next me, face down in a field. I want to help you make this army stronger. I want to help you forge new bonds.

Lissa

C Support

Lissa: Avatar? Where aaare yooou?

Avatar: ...Zzz...

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

Avatar: Snnrk! Zzzzzzz...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lissa: Oooh pheeew!

B Support

Avatar: Phew! I am beat...

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

Avatar: ...What are you plotting now?

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

Avatar: How do you figure?

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

Avatar: You...think so?

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lissa: How about...this?

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

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

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

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

Avatar: Well, that makes one of us!

A Support

Lissa: Hey there, Avatar.

Avatar: Get away from me, she-devil!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Avatar: ...You're really sorry?

Lissa: Terribly!

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

Lissa: Princess's honor!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Avatar: Till you grow up?

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

Avatar: *Groooaaan*

S Support

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

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

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

Avatar: I do a rubbery thing with my face?

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

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

Lissa: Wait, really?!

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

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

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

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

Avatar: ......

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

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

Lissa: *Sniff*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Frederick

C Support

Frederick: Your grip, stance, and breathing are wrong. Focus, Avatar. ...Again!

Avatar: Ready!

Frederick: That's enough for today. Your form has improved considerably. The pace of your progress is remarkable.

Avatar: *Huff, huff* Th-thanks... I feel like...I've got the basics *huff* down now... But... S-so tired... *huff* I think I'm dying...

Frederick: Ha! You're exaggerating! Or at least I pray so. Otherwise you might as well die here—you won't last long on the battlefield.

Avatar: I suppose...but I'm exhausted nonetheless... But you... You've hardly broken a sweat?

Frederick: I should certainly hope not. If a little training winded me, I would be in no shape to serve Chrom.

Avatar: Well, I'm impressed. You must train hard to build such endurance.

Frederick: Well, I awaken before dawn each day to build the campfires... Then, whenever we march, I scout the trail ahead, removing rocks and such... Wouldn't do to have someone turn an ankle mid-campaign, now would it?

Avatar: (So that's why... I always thought it was just a fixation with pebble collecting...)

Frederick: Beg pardon, did you say something?

Avatar: Er, nothing important! But I owe you for this training session, so let me help you with tomorrow's fire. It'll be a snap with my magic. Find a tree, hit it with a lightning bolt, and presto!

Frederick: ...Instant forest fire.

Avatar: Oh! Well, yes, I suppose that...could happen... In any case, I do still owe you a favor. Whatever you like—name it and it's yours. You needn't decide today, of course. Think it over for the next time we meet.

Frederick: I am unaccustomed to asking favors, but if you insist, I shall find something.

B Support

Frederick: Hello, Avatar. I've thought about your previous offer.

Avatar: The favor? Oh, good! What'll it be? Just say the word.

Frederick: I recall seeing you eat bear with great relish shortly after we first met. I should like you to teach me this skill. ...Eating bear, that is.

Avatar: I remember that night! Lissa was in a froth. Said it smelled like...old boots, was it? Wait, so you didn't eat any, either?

Frederick: I fear I've rarely been able to choke down wild game, and bear least of all. But as the war grows harsher, I can no longer afford to be picky. There may come a day when bear is the only food available to us. Best I train to overcome my aversion now, when our situation is not so dire.

Avatar: True, and even the finest knight isn't much use on an empty stomach... All right, then, you're on. Let's get you eating some bear!

Frederick: Yes, I will train till I can consume anything, without concern for taste or decorum. Like an animal, or a savage... Or like you, Avatar.

Avatar: ......

Frederick: Er, Avatar? ...Did I say something wrong?

Avatar: Um, no, nothing. Don't worry about it. So, Frederick. You don't have a problem with more common meats, you you?

Frederick: Beef and pork are fine. I also enjoy a good chicken on occasion.

Avatar: Then let's start simple. Take a bite of this jerky.

Frederick: I shall tear into it with gusto! *munch, munch* BLEAGH! G-gamey! S-so gamey! What... *cough* What IS this?!

Avatar: It's bear. Leftovers from the same bear we ate that night, in fact! I saved some.

Frederick: Eeeaaaaagh! Healer! I need a healer!

Avatar: Animal or savage, indeed. How rude of him... Guess he wasn't joking about his aversion to bear, though...

A Support

Avatar: Hey there, Fredericson! I've got some new cured meat for you to try...

Frederick: I'll thank you not to refer to me by that ridiculous name. ...And I'm not so gullible as to fall for your bear-jerky trick twice.

Avatar: Oh? I thought you were serious about getting over this, Frederick. Look, I'm not a monster. I prepared a whole series of meats in order of gaminess. We can take it slow.

Frederick: ...Well, I suppose I did ask for this.

Avatar: All right then. We'll start with chicken, then pork, then beef.

Frederick: *Munch, munch* ...Hmm, excellent so far.

Avatar: Next is mutton. It starts to get a little tricky here.

Frederick: *Munch, munch* ...This is...manageable.

Avatar: You're doing great! Okay, this one's venison.

Frederick: *Munch, munch*

Avatar: ...By which I mean bear.

Frederick: PFFFFFFFT! Augh! By the gods! I'm d-dying! Dying! Ah... It's s-so dark... T-tell Chrom that...

Avatar: Oh, stop exaggerating! Otherwise you might as well die here—you won't last long on the battle...field? Whoa. I just had intense déjà vu.

Frederick: I said the same to you, once upon a training session. And I was right. If I succumb to this, I can't well protect everyone on the front lines... My body is ready, Avatar! The next sample, if you please!

Avatar: You talked yourself back into it? Impressive. And perhaps a little disturbing... Ah, well. Whatever works. Let's finish this, Frederick! Open wide!

Virion

C Support

Avatar: So if the cavaliers spread out in a fan…And the pegasus knights sweep in from the flank...

Virion: Goodness, I can practically see smoke rising from your head. Whatever could have you working at such a fevered tilt?

Avatar: I'm practicing strategies and scenarios on this game board. After a hundred forced marches, these pieces are still ready for more. It saves me from running everyone ragged with training exercises.

Virion: ...How very clever. You even carved little enemy forces for them to fight. I'm impressed. And that doesn't happen often... with other people, I mean.

Avatar: Well, as long as I control friend and foe alike, it's not as effective as I'd prefer. After all, I can't plan for the unexpected when I know all the moves ahead of time.

Virion: Then permit me to be your opponent. I shall stroke with the nobility of the lion and defend with the grace of the swan!

Avatar: Because swans are... good defenders? Er, never mind. I accept. So then. We'll take turns moving units until one of us claims the other's commander. Agreed?

Virion: Agreed and agreed again! Oh, what fun! ...Begin, please. By all means.

(Time passes)

Avatar: Hold! I need to retract my last move.

Virion: Ha ha! Were that all enemy generals so generous! But alas, this is war. ...Checkmate, my good man.

Avatar: ...Blast! I hate to admit it, but I am well and truly beaten.

Virion: Oh ho! I told you I was both a lion and a swan, did I not?

Avatar: More like a chicken and the far end of a horse! I'm no noble lord, but your strategy wasn't exactly what I'd call honorable.

Virion: Heavens! Aren't we plainspoken.

Avatar: Still, I appreciate the practice. Thank you, Virion.

Virion: If you wish me to unleash my dishonorable strategies again, you have but ask.

B Support

Avatar: Ho, Virion! Care for a rematch? I have a method to defeat you this time for certain!

Virion: Oh? How thrilling! I do so love a challenge. Though I recall you saying something similar before the last 20 attempts... One moment. You're not, by any chance, losing on purpose, are you, sir? I see now! This was all a ruse to spend more time with your noble Virion! Charming, I suppose, but I fear my heart has room only for the fairer sex.

Avatar: And my heart has no room for a grown man in a bib.

Virion: B-bib?! Now see here, you uncouth barbarian! This is a CRAVAT! This is the very height of fashion among sartorially minded nobility.

Avatar: ...Sounds fancy. Your move?

Virion: Gya! I can forgive ignorance, but sarcasm is another matter! You've made a mockery of the delicate art of hollow flattery! I demand satisfaction on the field of battle, sir. Have at you!

Avatar: Do your worst!

(Time passes)

Avatar: Blast and blast again! Why can't I beat you?!

Virion: It seems my cravat is vindicated.

Avatar: I'll not speak to your fashion sense, but you have a real knack for strategy, Virion. Perhaps you should be giving the orders instead of me.

Virion: Inadvisable, my dear lad. I fear we'd never last the war. Spare a second glance at the board and tell me: Who has more soldiers left alive?

Avatar: Ah...

Virion: I won, yes, but at what cost? Half the moves I make in this game could never be used in a real battle. My own men would have my head on a pike before the enemy even reached me. No, this army needs a tactician who loathes the sacrifice of even a single man. It needs you, Avatar.

Avatar: Virion? That was almost... kind. Perhaps even sensible. Are you feeling well? You're starting to sound like a normal person.

Virion: I am ever the definition of sensibility. And "normal" is just another word for "common," thank you very much! Still, I'm confident you'll come to share my uniquely elegant sensibilities with time. Why, people shall think us twins!

Avatar: I'd sooner you put an arrow through my head...

A Support

Avatar: *Sigh* I lose. ...Again.

Virion: It was your gambit with the wyvern rider seven moves back that doomed you.

Avatar: ...Ah, I see. Because that left my vanguard's flank exposed. You really are excellent at this, Virion. I just can't compete.

Virion: Nonsense! Why, you're winning almost one match in three as of late. The pace of your progress is frankly somewhat frightening.

Avatar: Any strides I've made have been due to your patience. Thank you for working with me. I've really come to look forward to our matches. The sad part is, unless I manage to best you at least once, I have trouble sleeping!

Virion: Do not fell ashamed. You're not the first to be vexed by my tactical prowess! But I am happy to be of service, even if it is as your personal jousting dummy. If our matches help ease the burden you carry, then it is my honor to continue them.

Avatar: ...And I am burdened, Virion. Sometimes I feel as if I could drown on dry land. The army relies on me to plan their every move and tactic. I lack the experience for such responsibility. It's enough to make a man flee in terror.

Virion: And yet here you remain, when a lesser soul might have turned craven and ran. Such actions have earned you the respect of us all, you must know that? And regardless of this game, your skill on a true battlefield approaches genius. I am content to place my life in your hands, and that says a very great deal.

Avatar: I don't know what to say... Thank you, Virion. I'll do my best to remain worthy of your trust.

Virion: And I shall strive to aid you in all things, my friend.

Stahl

C Support

Avatar: Now, what would he want more than anything? Hmm... Maybe a sword? Wait, what am I thinking? He already owns the most treasured sword of all...

Stahl: Heya, Avatar! You thinking up a birthday present from old man Chrom?

Avatar: He's hardly "old," Stahl... But yes, I am. And to be honest, I'm at a bit of a loss for ideas.

Stahl: Ha! Isn't that a pickle!

Avatar: Buying for royalty would be hard enough, but we're in the middle of a war. It'd have to be small, to transport easily with the caravan, and nothing excessive.

Stahl: Yeah, cheap is good. Chrom's never been much for gold and glitter, anyway. I was actually thinking of brewing up a special concoction for him.

Avatar: You mean like a potion or tonic? I didn't know you dabbled in such!

Stahl: My father is an apothecary, and he taught me the trade.

Avatar: Homemade gifts are always the best! Would that I possessed any such talents...

Stahl: Er, say. My ingredients are quite costly and difficult to find in the wild...

Avatar: Perhaps I could help gather them?

Stahl: Yes, exactly! Then the present could be from the both of us.

Avatar: Perfect! We can solve both our problems in one fell swoop.

Stahl Then it's a deal!

B Support

Avatar: Chrom loved the gift, Stahl! Thanks so much for letting me chip in.

Stahl: Not at all—I should be thanking YOU. I doubt I could have ever afforded everything without your fat purse!

Avatar: Oh, come now. Don't think I'll fall for that old trick... You helped me and just made it seem like I was helping you. I don't know how you do it, but I'm grateful nonetheless!

Stahl: Heh. I guess I've always been good at reading people. Even when I was young, I could tell what folks wanted before they even said it. It's not much of a secret ability, but it's the only one I've got!

Avatar: On the contrary, I think being sensitive to others is a precious skill indeed.

Stahl: I don't know if I'm sensitive, exactly. I just find it easy to read people. You'd be amazed how much you can read from a face, if you know what to look for.

Avatar: And you can always read these thoughts?

Stahl Absolutely!

Avatar: Stahl, that's a remarkable talent! Truly.

Stahl: Ha! Not at all! It's just the coping mechanism of an overly dull man.

Avatar: Reading thoughts from faces or gestures? That's every bit as impressive as magic. I bet you're always one step ahead of your rivals, on the battlefield and off.

Stahl: Hmm... I guess it has saved my skin a time or two.

Avatar: Like how you read my mind when I was wondering what to get Chrom...

Stahl: Er, actually, that time, I just overheard you talking to yourself.

Avatar: Was I? Oh! Ah ha ha...

A Support

Stahl: *Sigh*

Avatar: What's wrong,, Stahl? You sound a bit down.

Stahl: Well, I apparently need to practice, then! It was supposed to be a sigh of relief. Some friends were in a bit of a row, but I managed to calm the waters.

Avatar: You're always doing things like that, aren't you? Helping others with their problems. Most of us are too busy looking after ourselves, but you always find the time.

Stahl: Well, in a way it was for my own sake. Troubled folks make me uncomfortable. When I see friends fighting, my first instinct is to intervene and restore the peace.

Avatar: Ha! And now you're acting humble and deflecting praise from yourself.

Stahl: Er, sorry. Is that annoying?

Avatar: Not annoying, no. But you should stand up for yourself from time to time, too. For example, you could start by telling people that today is your birthday.

Stahl: Huh? You knew?

Avatar: I found out, yes, but not from you! Friends should be able to tell each other that much. War may be raging around us, but that doesn't mean we can't have fun sometimes.

Stahl: I suppose...

Avatar: You spend so much time looking after other people that someone has to look after you. And I've decided that someone is going to be me! So, here. Have a couple of fried fig cakes in honor of your birthday.

Stahl: Aw, my favorite! Thanks, Avatar. You're a true friend.

Kellam

C Support

Avatar: The others claim it's a ghost, but I refuse to put stock in such things.

Kellam: Claim what is a ghost?

Avatar: WAAAAAAAAAAH! ...Oh! It's you, Kellam! You surprised me.

Kellam: Sorry. You looked a little worried... I just wanted to see if you were all right.

Avatar: Well, there IS something troubling me... The men are reporting strange incidents—baffling phenomena that defy explanation.

Kellam: Goodness! Like what?

Avatar: Well, for example, whenever a group of us gather, drinks materialize on the table. Also, there's always one more cup than people present. But everyone denies that they brought the cup or served the drinks! It's most peculiar. So peculiar, in fact, that some are claiming it to be the work of spirits...

Kellam: It's not a ghost.

Avatar: Oh, of course it's not. I just don't know what it could possibly—

Kellam: It's me. I serve the drinks.

Avatar: You? ...But wait. Why would you bring one cup to many?

Kellam: That's my cup. I guess it's just that no one ever...notices me...

Avatar: What?! That's almost as absurd as the ghost theory!

B Support

Avatar: 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.

Avatar: Ah, yes, of course—now I see you. Thank you for the drink!

Kellam: I didn't want to interrupt while you were humming there. Sorry...

Avatar: Not at all! I was just taken aback when the cup seemed to appear by my elbow...

Kellam: Um, yes. Sorry...again...

Avatar: You know, Kellam, if you want people to notice you more, you should speak up.

Kellam: Oh, I'm not looking to be noticed. Not especially, anyway.

Avatar: Well, if that's your plan, I have to say you are succeeding brilliantly.

Kellam: Plus whenever I do speak, people start screaming about hearing voices. At least, that's what happened at dinner last night...

Avatar: Heh, so that WAS you... Half the camp refused to come out of their tents for fear of the "ghost"!

Kellam: Sorry!

Avatar: Stop being sorry! It's their own fault for being such superstitious hens.

Kellam: Yes, but I understand now why people react so strangely whenever I do them favors. Next time I bring tea for everyone, I'll be sure to shout out what I'm doing. And I'll try to stop standing sideways... Or in shadows. Or behind barrels...

Avatar: Splendid idea, Kellam! That's the spirit! We'll get you noticed yet.

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Kellam: Eh? A slice of crowberry pie? What's this doing here?

Avatar: It's for you, Kellam.

Kellam: Avatar! Y-you saw me!

Avatar: The trick is to squint and look sideways. I've been working on it here and there. Anyway, you're always so helpful to everyone else, I wanted to return the favor.

Kellam: ...Thanks

Avatar: Not at all. It's the least I can do.

Kellam: Gosh, you really are good to me, Avatar. I know I said I don't do it for thanks, but it IS nice to hear...especially from you. ...Well, guess I'll be going now.

Avatar: What in the... How did he DO that?! He just vanished!

Kellam: Er, I'm right over here. Straightening up these axes.

Avatar: ...Oh, right. Of course. I knew that. It's just that you gave this enigmatic smile, turned to the left, and then...disappeared! Almost as if you'd achieved enlightenment and transcended this mortal plane!

Kellam: ...That's some imagination you have.

Avatar: Ha ha. Yes, well...perhaps I've read a few too many morality plays as of late. In any case, forget the axes for now—everyone is waiting to see you.

Kellam: Me? ...But why?

Avatar: They all want to apologize for making such a fuss about the supposed hauntings.

Kellam: ...Oh, um, I don't know. That sounds like an awful lot of attention...

Avatar: Sometimes, Kellam, we all have to stand up and be noticed.

Kellam: All right. But if I'm feeling shy, I might have to transcend to a higher plane again.

Avatar: Ah-HA! I KNEW IT!

Kellam: That was a joke! A joke? ...Ha ha ha? ...Avatar? Why are you backing away from me like that?

Lon'qu

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Lon'qu: ...*Ahem* ...I cannot focus with you leering at me.

Avatar: Oh! Sorry, Lon'qu. I just got caught up with 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.

Avatar: Would you mind teaching me a few moves?

Lon'qu: ...I am no teacher. Besides, you are of Ylisse. The knights of your people have their own style. You would be better served learning from Frederick.

Avatar: Oh, I already am. But with the two styles being so different, why not learn what both can offer? It's possible a mix of the two would be stronger than either one alone.

Lon'qu: A naive thought. ...But not impossible. Very well. Draw your sword.

Avatar: Wait, we're jumping right into sparring?

Lon'qu: I told you, I am no teacher. You will have to learn for yourself. Come! Show me how a man of Ylisse fights! You will not be he only one to learn here.

Avatar: So be it!

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Lon'qu: Here for another round?

Avatar: Thank you, but no. I'm still recovering from the last one... I'll say this—I'm glad we're not at war with Ferox!

Lon'qu: And I'm far from her strongest. I am...inexperienced, yet. Raw.

Avatar: I find that hard to believe. You're a beast! But I guess you got where you are now by being though on yourself.

Lon'qu: No. Just truthful. If you saw what I have seen... If you saw him fight, you would know how far I have to go.

Avatar: You mean Khan Basilio?

Lon'qu: His command of his weapon lends it a weight. A...depth. I may as well be swinging a feather by comparison. Knowing his power, I would not dare call myself strong.

Avatar: But he's given you something to strive for. I'm envious, really.

Lon'qu: If you would grow stronger, find a paragon of your own to pursue. Meanwhile, if you wish to spar, you need only ask.

Avatar: I will, thanks.

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Lon'qu: ......

Avatar: Did you need something, Lon'qu?

Lon'qu: It's been to long since we fought. I feared you were neglecting your training, but... Is this mountain of books all treatises on warcraft?

Avatar: Yes. I have to balance training my sword arm along with honing my tactician's eye. We're a small force up against a big army. We need to fight smart to survive.

Lon'qu: ...You are a strange one. Strategist or soldier—most men make their choice and don't look back.

Avatar: Then I choose to be the first man to pick both. I want to keep my friends safe. And the townspeople and everyone else, too. So when my sword won't reach, I'll protect them with my tactics.

Lon'qu: You once said you envied me because you had no one to serve as your goal. Perhaps that's what because you aim for heights no man has yet achieved.

Avatar: Is what I said really so revolutionary?

Lon'qu: What you propose is a tremendous undertaking. ...But a worthy one. I suspect there is much I can learn from you yet.

Panne

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Avatar: Er, Panne?

Panne: What?

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

Panne: I do not.

Avatar: Wait, really?

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

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

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

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

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

Avatar: All right.

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

Avatar: You can hear my heartbeat?

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

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

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

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

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

Avatar: 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.

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

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

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

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

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

Panne: Taguel eat many things.

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

Panne: You are...oddly kind.

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

Panne: ...How did you know?

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

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

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

Panne: *Sluuuurp*

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

Panne: It seems perfectly fine to me.

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

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

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

Panne: Would you mind if I had a bowl?

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

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

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

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

Avatar: Not a widely held opinion, but thanks.

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

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

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

Avatar: ......

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

Avatar: Panne, I... Here.

Panne: Wait, this is...?

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

Panne: ...Marry?

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

Panne: You would do that?

Avatar: If you'll let me, yes.

Panne: And I would never be alone again?

Avatar: Not for as long as I lived.

Panne: And will you cook for me every day?

Avatar: If you want, sure.

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

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

Panne (Confession): To think that I might love a human. What a strange world this is.

Lucina

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

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

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

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

Avatar: That sounds a 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.

Avatar: I see. Please, continue.

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

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

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

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

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

Avatar: ...

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Lucina: ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lucina: What is that?

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

Lucina: It is worth a great deal, Avatar.

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

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

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Avatar: Hello, Lucina.

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

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

Lucina: What do you want to know?

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

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

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

Lucina: ...

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

Lucina: Avatar... I...

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

Lucina: I... can handle it.

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

Lucina: For you... yes.

Avatar: Ah... a relief to hear.

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

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I love you. And no matter what the future holds, I'm going to cherish every moment.

Avatar: Hello, Lucina.

Lucina: Avatar? Fancy meeting you here.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lucina: ...

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

Lucina: But...?

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

Lucina: What?

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

Lucina: Oh, Avatar...

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

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

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

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

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

Owain (as parent and child)

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Owain: A foul sense hangs in the air... My sword arm throbs dully! Hngh?! Wh-what's this? Blood...raging! ...A different sort of blood rage than usual!

Avatar: Owain? Is everything all right?

Owain: STAY BACK, FATHER! You mustn't come any closer!

Avatar: Why? Did you catch something? Do you think you're contagious?

Owain: The blood of heroes that courses through my veins hungers for fresh prey! If you draw within striking range in my present state, I cannot guarantee safety! I beg of you, stay back! Do not force me to topple my own father!

Avatar: ...Er, I'm confused. Are you under someone else's control? Did someone curse you?

Owain: Aye, the curse of my bloodline's uncontrollable power! IT GNAWS AT MY SOOOOOOUL! Hnngh... D-down! Down, I command thee! Be calm, sword arm! Stay, raging blood!

Avatar: All right, Son, just stay where you are—I'll get your mother!

Owain: Wait, MOTHER?! Er... Heh... That's not... strictly necessary. This pain is nothing to a man like me! (Avatar leaves) Given a moment, I'm sure it will abate! I've weathered far worse than... Er, Father? ...ACK! Did he actually go get Mother?! Suddenly I don't feel so well...

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Owain: Um... You're not still upset, are you?

Avatar: Of course I'm upset! You started moaning and shouting out of the blue! Your mother and I were terrified! *Sigh* Look, I AM relieved you're all right. But what was that about, anyway? Some kind of scripted stage acting?

Owain: I don't script anything! I'll have you know, it's entirely improve— Er... I mean, it's authentic! I'm the chosen scion of warrior heroes across tide and time!

Avatar: And you're not ashamed to spout those lines? ...That makes one of us.

Owain: Ashamed? Ha! Far from it! Though I suppose I can't blame you for not understanding my bleeding-edge aesthetic. After all, you are the product of an earlier, simpler time...

Avatar: Well, a future were everyone talks like you sounds a bit— OWAIN, GET DOWN!

Owain: What?!

Avatar: ...Grah!

Owain: Your shoulder! Father, you're hit!

Avatar: Nngh... Archers... in the trees... They fired on you... But I'd never let them hurt my son... We're outnumbered... We have to get out of here! Now GO!

Owain: R-right!

(Time passes)

Avatar: We lost them... We should be safe here.

Owain: Gods, not again...

Avatar: Hmm?

Owain: Why?! Why did you take that arrow for me?! You could've died! This is how it happens, you know! This is exactly... Er...

Avatar: This is how what happens?

Owain: *Sob* Oh, Father... *sniff*

Avatar: Owain? Owain, are you crying? What's wrong?

Owain: I... *sigh* No, nothing. Nothing is wrong. It was... just more improv, all right? Just forget I said anything. More importantly, we need to get that shoulder looked at. I'll go get Mother.

Avatar: A-all right. I'll be here.

Severa

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Severa: Hold it right there, Avatar!

Avatar: Severa? Is something wrong?

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

Avatar: What, with the battle scenario simulations?

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

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

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

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

Severa: So?!

Avatar: So they can't travel at speed 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 we were marching, we'd be devastated. Mountains are fickle things. I thought it best to play it safe in that case.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Severa: Ha! Found you!

Avatar: Did you need something, Severa?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Avatar: Not good enough.

Severa: Not good enough?!

Avatar: Chrom and I aren't trying for fewer casualties, Severa. We're trying for none. Anytime we lose a fighter, the operation is a failure-no matter the 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!

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

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

Avatar: Well, that could have gone better. But a least now I see what this is about.

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Avatar: Oh. Hello, Severa.

Severa: ...Hey.

Avatar: I should apologize. For before. I... I shouldn't have been so quick to dismiss your plan. I know you spent time on it.

Severa: No, I'm sorry. I was immature and angry. ... I didn't mean it when I called you fat.

Avatar: Heh, I admit, I did check myself on the scales afterwards.

Severa: Um, so, I thought more about the scenario, and I think I've got an answer.

Avatar: I'm all ears.

Severa: What if we sent a scout group by air? Like pegasus knights or whatever. They map out the area, nail down the enemy's position, and sniff out any traps. THEN we send a ground force to taske out the enemy.

Avatar: ...That is a nuanced, well-considered plan. I'm quite impressed!

Severa: Right? The aerial units just avoid archers, and the ground troops aren't going in blind. It's the perfect scheme!

Avatar: It's a B+ plan, with an A+ for effort!

Severa: ...... B PLUS?!

Avatar: It's a great idea, Severa, but the scenario we ran at thet meeting lacked air support. In this hypothetical situation, there ARE no pegasus knights or... whatever to send. That's why we decided not to pursue the enemy in the first place.

Severa: Y-you can't do this! You can't keep making up new rules all the time!

Avatar: Heh, sorry, Severa. Really I am. I thought that was clear from the start.

Severa: Now I feel like a total idiot for wasting all that time thinking about it!

Avatar: Oh, I wouldn't call it a waste. Considering a problem from different angles 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!

Avatar: Hey, I'm sorry! Don't be mad, Severa! ...Come back!

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Severa: Hey, Avatar?

Avatar: Yes?

Severa: ...How come you don't avoid me like everyone else does?

Avatar: 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.

Avatar: 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?!

Avatar: Sure! I mean, look at me. I'm pretty dull when you get rid right down to it. And even when you say something unkind, there's still a bit of... Hmm, how to say it... If I read between the lines of what you say, there's usually some good in there.

Severa: So...can you read between the lines of what I'm saying now?

Avatar: I'm afraid I may need a little more to go on.

Severa: Ugh, you can be SO dim sometimes!

Avatar: ...Am I missing something obvious here?

Severa: I love you, Avatar! That obvious enough for you?! You're always so caring, and it makes me feel...special, I guess. You make me happy.

Avatar: Wow, Severa...

Severa: L-look, I'm sorry for being so snarky and competitive all the time. But maybe in the future we can be more of team?

Avatar: You mean a couple? I'd like that.

Severa: REALLY?! ...You would?

Avatar: ...Heh. I love you too, Severa. I love your passion and your drive. I love how you never hide what you're feeling, for better and for worse.

Severa: Well, this time I think it was definitely for the better.

Avatar: Heh, that much is obvious, even to a big, fat tactical jerk like me.

Severa (confession): I...I love you... Hey, pay attention for once, and say something sweet, why don't cha!

Morgan (F)

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

Avatar: What is it, Morgan?

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

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

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

Avatar: Are you sure it's nothing urgent?

Morgan: Um, no, it's... Ha ha! ...I'll be right back.

Morgan: ... Okay, all set! Now to lure Father into this pitfall trap...

Morgan: 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 behaviour made it obvious. Subterfuge and misdirection are half of any good trap, Morgan.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Avatar: Is that today's challenge, then?

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

Avatar: Found it.

Morgan: WHAT?!

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

Morgan: Hmph... Fine.

Avatar: Guess I win this round.

Morgan: How did you figure it out so fast?

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

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

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

Morgan: Huh?

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

Morgan: Right!

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, Father. I'll give some of your strategy texts another read-through. But know this - one of these days, I WILL outmanoeuvre 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 for 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.

Yarne (as parent and child)

C Support

Yarne: ...... ......

Avatar: Um, Yarne? Is there a reason you're staring at me like that?

Yarne: I'm trying to read your face and find out if you're cheating on Mother.

Avatar: Wh-what?! Cheating? I'd never do such a thing! I've been faithful to Panne since the day I proposed!

Yarne: Oh, all right then... IF you're telling the truth...

Avatar: Why would you think I was cheating?! ...Is someone spreading rumors?

Yarne: Nope. The idea just popped into my head the other day. You see, I got to thinking... What would happen to me if you suddenly decided Mother wasn't good enough?

Avatar: Huh?

Yarne: See, I'd been assuming that all I had to do was make sure you both stay alive. Eventually you'd have me, and poof! My existence would be guaranteed. But that would all change if you left Mother for another woman before I was born. The very instant you made the decision, I would just wink out of existence! The thought of it sends a chill down my spine. Brrrrrr...

Avatar: ...Huh. I guess I see your point.

Yarne: So I'm going to be keeping a VERY close eye on you to make sure you toe the line!

Avatar: Now hold on just a minute!

Yarne: Don't worry, I'll make an exception for temporary dalliances during battle. ...Just so long as the fraternizing STAYS on the battlefield! Anyway, I've got to be going. But remember: I'm watching you!

Avatar: Oh, for gods' sake...

B Support

Yarne: Ah. Hello, Father.

Avatar: What's wrong, Yarne? You look as if your world is about to end.

Yarne: Thirteen yesterday, eight the day before. You know what I'm talking about?

Avatar: Um... The number of masterful blows I struck against our foes?

Yarne: NO! The number of times you spoke to a woman who WASN'T my mother! To think I actually believed you when you said you had no intention of cheating! You have no self-control at all, and I'm going to vanish as a result! I just know it!

Avatar: Yarne, calm down. I was just being polite. Pleasantries and tactics and such.

Yarne: It sounded like more than that to me! Remember, taguel have excellent hearing.

Avatar: *Sigh* Believe me, I know all about that... But you have to understand, I must talk to my fellow soldiers—men and women both. When you're in the thick of battle, it's vital to know who you're fighting with. I mean, what if someone said you couldn't talk to Lucina ever again?

Yarne: ...Well, I guess that would be a problem.

Avatar: I'm glad you understand. But I wish you would just trust me wen I say I would never cheat on your mother!

Yarne: Well, you say that now... And perhaps you even mean it now... But what about the future? How do I know you'll never change your mind? I mean, you once promised me that you'd return home...but you never did...

Avatar: ...Ah.

Yarne: ...Er, forget I said that. It doesn't matter. I won't spy on you anymore. But if you break another promise and cheat on Mother, I won't ever forgive you!

Avatar: ...Hmm. I think I understand now. In Yarne's future, I die and become the memory of a broken promise...

A Support

Avatar: There you are, Yarne. I was looking for you.

Yarne: What do you want, Father? I told you I won't spy on you anymore.

Avatar: That's not why I wanted to see you. I...want to apologize. In the future, I promised to come back to you and...I didn't. I'm sorry.

Yarne: What does it matter if YOU apologize?! It wasn't YOU who abandoned me! It was a different you from a different time!

Avatar: Yes, I understand that. And I also know you're not my son. ...Not exactly, anyway.

Yarne: ......

Avatar: We're not just from different times, but from different versions of time. And yet I think of you as my family all the same. I hope to give you the things that the father in your future couldn't. ...That is what you want, isn't it?

Yarne: I...I guess it is, yes. I know it's not right, but I can't help but think of you as my father. That's why I get scared whenever you talk to other women. I couldn't bear the thought of you leaving Mother and being someone else's father. It would be like losing him all over again.

Avatar: Yarne, what if I made another promise? I swear by all I hold dear that I will survive and that I will never abandon your mother. I love you both more than anything else in this world. I would do anything for you.

Yarne: I...I don't know what to say. Except...thank you. Because this time, I believe you'll keep your promise.

Avatar: Good!

Yarne: Phew! Now maybe I can relax and stop worrying about vanishing from history... You're such a great father! Who's a good father? Yes, whooo's a good father?!

Avatar: I appreciate the sentiment, Yarne, but must you pet me like a dog while you say it?