Kellam/Supports

This page contains all data pertaining to Kellam's supports in Fire Emblem Awakening.

Robin (M)

Kellam	Support information:			Robin (M)
	C: 3 pts.	B: 8 pts.	A: 15 pts.

C Support

Robin: The others claim it's a ghost, but I refuse to put stock in such things.
Kellam: Claim what is a ghost?
Robin: WAAAAAAAAAAH! ...Oh! It's you, Kellam! You surprised me.
Kellam: Sorry. You looked a little worried... I just wanted to see if you were all right.
Robin: Well, there IS something troubling me... The men are reporting strange incidents—baffling phenomena that defy explanation.
Kellam: Goodness! Like what?
Robin: Well, for example, whenever a group of us gather, drinks materialize on the table. Also, there's always one more cup than people present. But everyone denies that they brought the cup or served the drinks! It's most peculiar. So peculiar, in fact, that some are claiming it to be the work of spirits...
Kellam: It's not a ghost.
Robin: Oh, of course it's not. I just don't know what it could possibly—
Kellam: It's me. I serve the drinks.
Robin: 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...
Robin: What?! That's almost as absurd as the ghost theory!

B Support

Robin: La de dah de dum... ♪ Shanty Pete danced on a barrel of rum... ♪ Oh, hullo?! Where did this drink come from? ...Kellam, are you there?
Kellam: Right here. ...In front of you.
Robin: Ah, yes, of course—now I see you. Thank you for the drink!
Kellam: I didn't want to interrupt while you were humming there. Sorry...
Robin: Not at all! I was just taken aback when the cup seemed to appear by my elbow...
Kellam: Um, yes. Sorry...again...
Robin: You know, Kellam, if you want people to notice you more, you should speak up.
Kellam: Oh, I'm not looking to be noticed. Not especially, anyway.
Robin: Well, if that's your plan, I have to say you are succeeding brilliantly.
Kellam: Plus whenever I do speak, people start screaming about hearing voices. At least, that's what happened at dinner last night...
Robin: Heh, so that WAS you... Half the camp refused to come out of their tents for fear of the "ghost"!
Kellam: Sorry!
Robin: 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...
Robin: Splendid idea, Kellam! That's the spirit! We'll get you noticed yet.

A Support

Kellam: Eh? A slice of crowberry pie? What's this doing here?
Robin: It's for you, Kellam.
Kellam: Robin! Y-you saw me!
Robin: The trick is to squint and look sideways. I've been working on it here and there. Anyway, you're always so helpful to everyone else, I wanted to return the favor.
Kellam: ...Thanks
Robin: Not at all. It's the least I can do.
Kellam: Gosh, you really are good to me, Robin. I know I said I don't do it for thanks, but it IS nice to hear...especially from you. ...Well, guess I'll be going now.
Robin: What in the... How did he DO that?! He just vanished!
Kellam: Er, I'm right over here. Straightening up these axes.
Robin: ...Oh, right. Of course. I knew that. It's just that you gave this enigmatic smile, turned to the left, and then...disappeared! Almost as if you'd achieved enlightenment and transcended this mortal plane!
Kellam: ...That's some imagination you have.
Robin: Ha ha. Yes, well...perhaps I've read a few too many morality plays as of late. In any case, forget the axes for now—everyone is waiting to see you.
Kellam: Me? ...But why?
Robin: They all want to apologize for making such a fuss about the supposed hauntings.
Kellam: ...Oh, um, I don't know. That sounds like an awful lot of attention...
Robin: Sometimes, Kellam, we all have to stand up and be noticed.
Kellam: All right. But if I'm feeling shy, I might have to transcend to a higher plane again.
Robin: Ah-HA! I KNEW IT!
Kellam: That was a joke! A joke? ...Ha ha ha? ...Robin? Why are you backing away from me like that?

Robin (F)

Kellam	Support information:				Robin (F)
	C: 4 pts.	B: 8 pts.	A: 13 pts.	S: 18 pts.

C Support

Robin: The others claim it's a ghost, but I refuse to put stock in such things.
Kellam: Claim what is a ghost?
Robin: WAAAAAAAAAAH! ...Oh! It's you, Kellam! You surprised me.
Kellam: Sorry, You looked a little worried... I just wanted to see if you were all right.
Robin: Well, there IS something troubling me... The men are reporting strange incidents—baffling phenomena that defy explanation.
Kellam: Goodness! Like what?
Robin: Well, for example, whenever a group of us gather, drinks materialize on the table. Also, there's always one more cup than people present. But everyone denies that they brought the cup or served the drinks! It's most peculiar. So peculiar, in fact, that some are claiming it to be the work of spirits...
Kellam: It's not a ghost.
Robin: Oh, of course it's not. I just don't know what it could possibly—
Kellam: It's me. I serve the drinks.
Robin: You? ...But wait. Why would you bring one cup too many?
Kellam: That's my cup. I guess it's just that no one ever...notices me...
Robin: What?! That's almost as absurd as the ghost theory!

B Support

Robin: La de dah de dum... ♪ Shanty Pete danced on a barrel of rum... ♪ Oh, hullo?! Where did this drink come from?...Kellam, are you there?
Kellam: Right here. ...In front of you.
Robin: Ah, yes, of course—now I see you. Thank you for the drink!
Kellam: I didn't want to interrupt while you were humming there. Sorry...
Robin: Not at all! I was just taken aback when the cup seemed to appear by my elbow...
Kellam: Um, yes. Sorry... again...
Robin: You know, Kellam, if you want people to notice you more, you should speak up.
Kellam: Oh, I'm not looking to be noticed. Not especially, anyway.
Robin: Well, if that's your plan, I have to say you are succeeding brilliantly.
Kellam: Plus whenever I do speak, people start screaming about hearing voices... At least, that's what happened at dinner last night...
Robin: Heh, so that WAS you...Half the camp refused to come out of their tents for fear of the "ghost"!
Kellam: Sorry!
Robin: Stop being sorry! It’s their own fault for being such superstitious hens.
Kellam: Yes, but I understand now why people react so strangely whenever I do them favors. Next time I bring tea for everyone, I'll be sure to shout what I'm doing. And I'll try to stop standing sideways...Or in shadows. Or behind barrels...
Robin: Splendid idea, Kellam! That's the spirit! We'll get you noticed yet!

A Support

Kellam: Eh? A slice of crowberry pie? What's this doing here?
Robin: It's for you, Kellam.
Kellam: Robin! Y-you saw me!
Robin: The trick is to squint and look sideways. I've been working on it here and there. Anyway, you're always so helpful to everyone else, I wanted to return the favor.
Kellam: ...Thanks.
Robin: Not at all. It's the least I can do.
Kellam: Gosh, you really are good to me, Robin. I know I said I don't do it for thanks, but it IS nice to hear...especially from you. ...Well, guess I'll be going now.
Robin: What in the... How did he DO that?! He just vanished!
Kellam: Er, I'm right over here. Straightening up these axes.
Robin: ..Oh, right. Of course I knew that. It's just that you gave this enigmatic smile, turned to the left, and then...disappeared! Almost as if you'd achieved enlightenment and transcended this mortal plane!
Kellam: ...That's some imagination you have.
Robin: Ha ha. Yes, well. Perhaps I've read a few too many morality plays as of late. In any case, forget the axes for now—everyone is waiting to see you.
Kellam: Me?...But why?
Robin: They all want to apologize for making such a fuss about the supposed hauntings.
Kellam: ...Oh, um, I don't know. That sounds like an awful lot of attention...
Robin: Sometimes, Kellam, we all have to stand up and be noticed.
Kellam: All right. But if I'm feeling shy, I might have to transcend to a higher plane again.
Robin: Ah-HA! I KNEW IT!
Kellam: That was a joke! A joke? ...Ha ha ha? ...Robin? Why are you backing away from me like that...?

S Support

Robin: Wow, what a part the other day, eh, Kellam? So much fun!
Kellam: Um, I suppose so...
Robin: When you got out of your seat and disappeared into thin air? Half of them believed me when I said you'd transcended the mortal plane! Heh ha!
Kellam: Yes...
Robin: Oh, but listen to me natter away! I'm not letting you get a word in edgewise! ...Er, I'm not boring you, am I?
Kellam: Golly, no. Not at all. I like you, and I like hearing you talk... I could listen to the sound of your voice all day long...
Robin: Oh, well, thank you, Kellam. ...Hey, wait a sec! Wh-what do you mean, "like" me?! As in, Like like?
Kellam: Um, I'm sorry... is that a problem?
Robin: Er, no! Of course it isn't... I'm just... surprised, is all...
Kellam: Then get ready for a BIG surprise...
Robin: Wh-what's going on? Why are you giving me a...ring?
Kellam: Do you like it?
Robin: G-gracious, Kellam, I LOVE it! ...Can I keep it?
Kellam: I sure hope you do!
Robin: I'm so happy... I feel like I could just float off into the clouds...
Kellam: It's all right. I'll grab your ankle before you get too high. That is, if you really DO want to stick around and... be my wife.
Robin: I want that more than anything, Kellam. In truth, I've adored you for so long...
Kellam: I'm glad you found me, Robin. Not many people have, you know.
Robin: You won't have to worry about being missed, ever again. No matter where you go or what you do, I'll be there, watching you. And what I'll see is my friend, and my one true love.
Kellam: As long as you see me that way, no one else even matters...
Kellam (Confession): You make me feel like I'm really here. Like I mean something. I'm yours... forever.

Lissa

Kellam	Support information:				Lissa
	C: 4 pts.	B: 8 pts.	A: 13 pts.	S: 18 pts.

C Support

Lissa: Tsk, my stupid brother can be so selfish sometimes! I spent AGES making this pie, and he didn't eat a bite! Oh well, I suppose I'll just have to eat the whole thing by my—
Kellam: I'll help.
Lissa: ARRRGH! KELLAM! Gods! D-don't sneak up on me like that!
Kellam: But... I've been standing here since before you arrived...
Lissa: Oh... well, yeah... I guess I should be sorry, then. So, what were you saying? You want some of this pie?
Kellam: Yes, please! I'm awful hungry... *Munch, munch* Mmm... Mmm? Murf...
Lissa: Well? How is it?
Kellam: *Cough* *hack* Haaaaaaa... Um, it's... Well, it certainly... exists...
Lissa: I know, right? I add an elixir to give it that extra kick. I can't believe Chrom wouldn't have any. It's so good for you!
Kellam: Actually, Lissa, perhaps you should try it once without the elixir...
Lissa: Really? Huh. Well, maybe next time. Hey, do you know a lot about cooking? You could taste-test more of my pies! I want to make a pie that not even jerkface Chrom can resist!
Kellam: Well... if you really need a guinea pig, I... guess I could help out... In these times of turmoil, we all have to make sacrifices for the greater good.
Lissa: ...Sacrifices?
Kellam: Er, well, that is...Sacrificing, uh... my diet!

B Support

Lissa: Kellam, it's ready! Kellam! Where are— Oh! There you are. Here it is, Kellam! A piping-hot pie fresh from Lissa's oven of surprises!
Kellam: ...Oh. Joy.
Lissa: I made an extra big one this time, so eat as much as you like.
Kellam: *Shudder* Okay... L-Let's see it... *Sniiiff*
Lissa: You see how the filling has a rainbow of colors in it?
Kellam: Golly, so it does...
Lissa: It's more savory than sweet. I plan to serve it as a dinner.
Kellam: Let me... just have a little sample first. Let's see... *chew* GURGH!
Lissa: Kellam?! Are you all right? Is that good heaving or bad heaving? Does the filling taste funny? I didn't mess it up again, did I...?
Kellam: L-Lissa, do you ever... taste the dishes yourself?
Lissa: Nooooo. Why? Should I?
Kellam: It's... a good thing... you gave this to me... first... Th-then... only one of us... need... know... the horror...
Lissa: K-Kellam?! Oh gods, he fainted! Kellam, can you hear me?! Stay away from the light! Gah! Where did I put my healing staff?!

A Support

Kellam: I haven't seen you baking any pies recently, Lissa. Don't tell me you've given up.
Lissa: But... aren't you angry at me?
Kellam: Angry? About what?
Lissa: Well, you know. When I almost killed you with my rainbow filling.
Kellam: Why would I be angry? It wasn't intentional. Er, it actually WASN'T intentional, right?
Lissa: Kellam, you are SO sweet! ...You know, I don't think I've ever seen you angry. Not even once.
Kellam: I've never seen the point of anger. It's not much fun for anyone. Whenever I feel myself getting mad, I hold it in until it fades away. Because it always does in the end.
Lissa: You know, Kellam. I'm going to have another go at making a pie. And this time it's going to be totally delicious, and you'll get the first taste!
Kellam: Um... that sounds... nice?

S Support

Lissa: ...Well? How was it?
Kellam: It was delicious. Honestly and truly!
Lissa: I know, right? I've been practicing SO much, and it finally paid off.
Kellam: If you serve this to Chrom, he'll eat every last crumb.
Lissa: Oh, I don't care about my dumb brother anymore. I just wanted to make a pie that YOU liked!
Kellam: I'd happily eat your cooking for the rest of my life, Lissa.
Lissa: For reals?
Kellam: Yes. And here's the proof...
Lissa: A ring?
Kellam: My mother made it. Pretty fancy, don't you think? She told me to give it to the woman I'd spend the rest of my life with. And I know you're royalty and all, but... Lissa, would you marry me?
Lissa: Oh my gosh, YES! Of course! ...Er, but you should know that cooking isn't the only thing I'm bad at. I can't sew. Or do laundry, really. And I'm not much for cleaning or yard work.
Kellam: Wait. You can't do any of those things? ...Really?
Lissa: Hey! You're SUPPOSED to say "Oh, it doesn't matter!"
Kellam: B-but that means I have to do absolutely... everything.
Lissa: Too late! I've got the ring, and I'm not giving it back!
Kellam: Oh dear.
Lissa: Anyway, don't worry. You've got plenty of time for all those chores! We're gonna be together for forever and ever and ever!

Sully

Kellam	Support information:				Sully
	C: 2 pts.	B: 6 pts.	A: 10 pts.	S: 14 pts.

C Support

Sully: Kellam? Hey, Kellam!
Kellam: ...Yes?
Sully: I've got a bone to pick with you, pip-squeak! Chrom tells me that in our last battle you were secretly watching my back!
Kellam: Um, I wasn't trying to keep it a secret, Sully. I was just fighting alongside—
Sully: Well knock it the hell off! I'M the one who does the protectin' around here, got it?! I don't need some tiny man in a huge suit of armor watching me.
Kellam: B-b-but...
Sully: You think I need extra protection? That it? You think I'm frail and weak? You think you can be my gallant knight in shiny, oversized armor?
Kellam: I wasn't giving you special treatment, honest! I just like protecting people!
Sully: I'll say this once, pip-squeak: don't ever pull that crap again! Are we clear now? Words sank in? 'Cause if we are, I'm done. I've got better things to do than yell at you, tin man.
Kellam: O-of course you do! I mean... Um, well, bye.

B Support

Sully: Kellam? ...KELLAM!
Kellam: ...Yes?
Sully: Oh, there you are. ...Yep. Looks like I was right. You did injure your arm.
Kellam: Oh, gosh. Did you notice? I didn't think anyone—
Sully: Of course I noticed, you tiny idiot! You got hurt trying to protect me again! Didn't I tell you the other day I didn't need your damn help?
Kellam: B-but, that guy was about to cut your head off! I just can't stand by and watch friends be cut down. It's not in my nature.
Sully: Oh, aren't we gallant. Pffft! I had that guy in the bag. And besides, it doesn't do any good if you get killed in someone else's place.
Kellam: Y-you're probably right.
Sully: Now give me your arm, and let me take a gander at this wound.
Kellam: Oh, it's all right. Really! Barely a scratch, in fact.
Sully: Quit your griping, and get over here so I can put a damn bandage on!
Kellam: R-right away, ma'am!
Sully: Gods, what a fool. You'd probably leap into the noose if I hung myself, huh?
Kellam: I wager I would!
Sully: And here I thought you were a meek little mouse. When it comes to looking after folk, you're as stubborn as a damn ox!

A Support

Sully: Kellam?
Kellam: ...R-right here, Sully. L-look, don't hit me! I know I helped you out again, but I didn't mean to! Honest!
Sully: Actually, I came to thank you. I was outmanned that time. Had you not stepped in...
Kellam: What? Are you saying—
Sully: Yes, all right? Yes. You win. You can watch my back. Gods, I've never met a more stubborn man in all my life!
Kellam: Everyone needs help sometimes, Sully. I mean, we all fight for the same cause. It makes no sense to stand alone, no matter how strong you are.
Sully: Heh. So you want to serve as everyone's shield, huh? Well, that's a hard role for one man. How about I help you out?
Kellam: Help me out?
Sully: If you're watching everyone else's back, someone's got to cover yours, right? You can be the shield of the Shepherds, and I'll be the shield of YOU.
Kellam: Er, I suppose so. But...
Sully: What? You don't like the idea of someone helping you? Well, tough beans!
Kellam: Well, all right. Thanks, Sully.

S Support

Kellam: Hey, Sully. I wanted to thank you for watching my back in that last battle.
Sully: No sweat, pip-squeak. Reckon I owed you for one damn thing or another. ...Funny. I can't even imagine how I fought back when I didn't have you around. It feels good knowing someone's looking out for you.
Kellam: I know! I feel so much stronger when you're out there.
Sully: But it's even more than that, Kellam. The way you want to help everyone else... You make me want to be a better person.
Kellam: Um, well, funny you say that... See, the thing is... I'm more interested in protecting you than anyone else.
Sully: Oh?
Kellam: I like you, Sully. In fact, I REALLY like you. So I was thinking maybe we could...get married?
Sully: Married?!
Kellam: Yeah, married! Look, I went out and got you a ring and everything!
Sully: ...I'm not much of a lady, you know. Not sure I'd be much of a wife.
Kellam: I think you'd be great!
Sully: I, uh... Look, this kind of crap isn't easy for me, but...I like you, Kellam. I've never really felt this way about anyone before.
Kellam: So then...yes?
Sully: All right, pip-squeak. Let's do it. I'll watch your back, you watch mine, and together we'll be unbeatable!

Stahl

Kellam	Support information:			Stahl
	C: 3 pts.	B: 8 pts.	A: 15 pts.

C Support

Kellam: Er, Stahl?
Stahl: WAH! Gracious me, Kellam! How long have you been lurking there?
Kellam: Oh, I don't know. 20 minutes? They said you were looking for me, and—
Stahl: 20 minutes?! Good heavens, Kellam. Next time, clear your throat or something. Anyway, yes. I have a question for you.
Kellam: Sure. How can I help?
Stahl: I'm just wondering... How do you feel when you're engaged with a foe?
Kellam: When I'm engaged with a foe? Well, pretty normal, I guess... Why do you ask?
Stahl: Hmm... You see, the thing is—in battle, I often feel unsettled and nervous. I worry that I may be letting my colleagues down out in the field. You, on the other hand, always appear perfectly unflappable in combat.
Kellam: I may LOOK unflappable, but inside I'm really quite nervous... Even scared, sometimes. Why, I remember this one time—
Stahl: Lies! I don't believe that for a second. Whenever I look at you, you're poised, calm, and in total control.
Kellam: ...Wait. You SEE me? On the battlefield? No one EVER notices me out there. I tend to blend in, you see...
Stahl: Yes, yes, we all know about your little issue. But what I want to discuss—
Kellam: Gosh, though. If I'm not invisible, I'd better be more careful out there! This has been a big help, talking to you. Thanks so much!
Stahl: Oh, you're perfectly wel— Hey, wait a second! I was the one looking for help here! Huh? Where'd he go? Well, all right, then. If that oaf can be cool and collected, I can be too! I'll just have to work twice as hard at it...

B Support

Kellam: Hey, Stahl?
Stahl: Ah, there you are, Kellam! I was searching high and low for you.
Kellam: Yeah, sometimes the sun glints off my armor and makes me hard to spot. And sometimes people just don't look hard enough...
Stahl: Listen, do you remember our discussion from the other day?
Kellam: About how I feel on the battlefield?
Stahl: Right! I said you were unflappable and you said it wasn't true and so on and so forth.
Kellam: Right. But you see—
Stahl: Well, the thing is, I don't think I quite got my point across. I'm not just nervous out there, Kellam. I'm actually rather terrified! I even carry an extra fauld just in case— Well, just in case.
Kellam: Yes, but you see—
Stahl: But I have a plan! I'm going to study your behavior and become just like you! I must know everything—your preparation, your training, AND your daily routine.
Kellam: But, how will you—
Stahl: By watching and observing! By engaging you in the most meticulous study one man has ever done to another!
Kellam: Er, that might be a bit of a problem.
Stahl: Dastard! Would you prefer I quake in terror on the battlefield?
Kellam: Well, no. But if you want to watch me, you have to be able to SEE me. And most people have a hard time doing that.
Stahl: Hmm...
Kellam: Maybe you should follow someone else around. Frederick is pretty brave.
Stahl: No. It must be you, and no other! And if you're that hard to spot, I'll just have to practice finding you!
Kellam: I don't understand why it has to be me, Stahl.
Stahl: Because we are the same, you and I! Meek and unassertive, yet clever! Why, if not for my devilish good looks, we could be brothers!
Kellam: Um, okay?
Stahl: Of all the Shepherds, you are the most suitable model for me to follow. So, Kellam! Prepare to be watched!
Kellam: I have a bad feeling about this...

A Support

Stahl: Ahoy, Kellam!
Kellam: Oh, you saw me first! That's a change.
Stahl: Ha ha! I have been practicing, my good man! I've honed my powers of observation to a razor-like sharpness! I can now find you from a distance of five armlengths away.
Kellam: Gosh, you were serious, weren't you? About trying to learn from me?
Stahl: Of course I was serious. And what's more, I believe I have met with success! I have seen, for example, that you laugh and cry, just like everyone else. But it's very subtle—you don't wear your emotions on that enormous metal sleeve.
Kellam: Well, I AM human, you know?
Stahl: And what's more, I noticed that you act quite differently on the battlefield. I see now your tension and nervousness, and that is a great relief to me!
Kellam: ...Relief?
Stahl: Relief that I'm not the only one who feels so when faced with certain death!
Kellam: But, I told you that in the very beginn—
Stahl: Now, here's the REAL difference between me and you... You accept your fear, and yet you are its master! Like a dog in the hunt, you unleash it to bring forth terrible, slathering death!
Kellam: I don't...understand what you're saying.
Stahl: Well, thanks to your example, I'm now more confident than ever. You've been a great help, Kellam. I hope I haven't been too much of a nuisance! Ha ha!
Kellam: Er, no. On the contrary... I feel better about myself now.
Stahl: Oh?
Kellam: You're just about the first person who's taken any notice of me. ...Or cared. Frankly, it's been a real shot in the arm.
Stahl: Oh! Well then, how delightful!

Miriel

Kellam	Support information:				Miriel
	C: 3 pts.	B: 7 pts.	A: 11 pts.	S: 16 pts.

C Support

Miriel: ......
Kellam: Miriel? Why are you gritting your teeth and staring at me like that?
Miriel: Because the moment I avert my eyes, I lose sight of you. Even when you don't attempt to hide, you simply disappear into thin air. It is a most perplexing puzzle.
Kellam: It's true that I blend into the background sometimes...
Miriel: But it makes no logical sense. That suit of armor you wear reflects sunlight like a mirror. Not to mention the novel nature of its oversizedness.
Kellam: I think I just lack presence is all.
Miriel: By which you mean you are unassertive, laconic, and a man of few words? There must be more to it than that. Science abhors an incomplete explanation. Hmm... Hmmmmm...
Kellam: Um, can you stop staring at me like that? It's creeping me out a little.
Miriel: But you are such a fascinating subject for observation. Think of all we can learn from you! If I were able to study you somehow...
Kellam: I think I'm going to go now...
Miriel: ...Fascinating.

B Support

Kellam: M-Miriel? Why are you clutching my arm?
Miriel: So I can keep track of you without having to stare unblinking for all hours of the day. This makes it easier for me to carry out my observations.
Kellam: Oh. Okay. Because see, it's just that... Well, I find it a little embarrassing.
Miriel: Do go on.
Kellam: I-I'm not used to talking to people when they're standing so close.
Miriel: That's perfectly all right. Neither am I.
Kellam: ...Is this all some kind of joke?
Miriel: When it comes to my research, I am incapable of jocularity.
Kellam: Oh. I see.
Miriel: Right then! I have set up a few atmospheric measuring devices on the table to the right. If you would be so good as to walk that way while you depart?
Kellam: Depart?
Miriel: Vanish. Evaporate. Dematerialize. Just walk off like you always do.
Kellam: All right, here goes...
Miriel: And there he goes, right on cue. ...Simply fascinating.

A Support

Miriel: Thank you for your assistance the other day.
Kellam: Are you going to observe me again?
Miriel: Do you find it discommodious?
Kellam: I don't understand what that means, but your observation makes me nervous. Still, if you need me to keep doing it, I'll help however I can.
Miriel: Then let us proceed. Please disappear...NOW!
Kellam: Um...
Miriel: Yes? Is something the matter? Do your thing! Amscray! Begone!
Kellam: I am. It's not working.
Miriel: ...Now THAT is fascinating!
Kellam: How so?
Miriel: Well, this is just a provisional theory... But perhaps your ability stems from a reluctance to impose yourself on others. You withdraw from people's consciousness, and hence from their senses as well.
Kellam: Nope. I don't understand that either. Is it why you can see me now?
Miriel: A bond has formed between us, making you a larger presence in my conscious mind. Our familiarity means that my senses are better able to detect your presence.
Kellam: So are you saying you and me are becoming friends?
Miriel: Well, I used the word in its broader sense. More like companions. ...Or pack mates. We have spent considerable time together, so certain attachments naturally develop.
Kellam: Oh. That's nice, I guess.
Miriel: We must spend more time together.
Kellam: R-really?
Miriel: Yes. I would like to hold your arm for a little longer.
Kellam: Um, okay...

S Support

Miriel: I must say, Kellam, you are a very forbearing and patient young man. Not many people would put up with being a test subject for so long.
Kellam: Oh, I don't mind. This way I get to hear all your interesting theories! In fact, I'm so used to you clinging to my arm, I get lonely when you're not there.
Miriel: Interesting. I have experienced these feelings of loneliness as well. Clearly, the bonds of friendship between us are growing ever stronger. It would be most intriguing to see where this relationship takes us.
Kellam: Well, maybe we can. ...I have a gift for you.
Miriel: Is it an astrolabe? A microscope? Perhaps a new orrery? Ah, I see. It is a ring.
Kellam: It's handmade and one of a kind. If you accept it, we can be married.
Miriel: This new line of research would take years to complete. And I have so many other avenues of study to pursue... But yet, when you presented the ring, I felt a certain amount of...elation. Are you truly so fond of me that you are willing to be my test subject for life?
Kellam: If that's what it takes? Absolutely!

Maribelle

Kellam	Support information:				Maribelle
	C: 4 pts.	B: 8 pts.	A: 13 pts.	S: 18 pts.

C Support

Maribelle: YEOWCH! Oh, for the love of all that is shiny and rich and wonderful... All right, who left this massive suit of armor in the middle of everything?!
Kellam: Um, actually...
Maribelle: Eeeeek! Good heavens, Kellam, will you please stop sneaking around like that?!
Kellam: I wasn't sneaking. And I didn't leave my armor laying around. I'm actually still wearing it.
Maribelle: Yes, yes, yes. I should have known you were somewhere inside all that steel plate. Speaking of which, I've been meaning to ask you about that... Why is it that you wear such a ridiculously enormous suit of armor? Is it a hand-me-down? Was your mother hoping you'd grow into it?
Kellam: I suppose it is a smidge bigger than the standard... But I don't see much need to go changing things now. It protects me well enough, and I'm plenty agile in a fight.
Maribelle: But you do realize you don't have to wear it ALL the time, right? For heaven's sake, I've seen you wearing it at a wedding!
Kellam: Well, I happen to like it. It's my most comfy outfit.
Maribelle: Codswallop! Comfort has no place in fashion! You should listen to me and try going without it every now and then.
Kellam: I'll think about it.
Maribelle: H-hey, come back here, you oversized kipper can! I'm not finished with you! ...Tsk. Too late. He disappeared. How DOES he do that?

B Support

Maribelle: Kellam? Keeellaaam! Come out, come out, wherever you are!
Kellam: You called?
Maribelle: Here, I got these for you.
Kellam: Gosh, what nice clothes! They look expensive.
Maribelle: Well, you didn't expect I'd hand over a pile of rags, did you? Now normally these would be FAR too fine for a commoner such as yourself. But considering the circumstances, I thought you deserved something decent.
Kellam: That's mighty kind of you, milady. But I really like my armor and—
Maribelle: I HOPE you aren't about to say that your silly armor is better than these silks.
Kellam: I-it's just that I think I'd prefer to stay as I am, if it's all the same to you.
Maribelle: Oh, tosh-bosh! Why be so stubborn?
Kellam: When I first joined the Shepherds, I was terrified I wouldn't be able to fight. I thought I'd be useless in battle and end up being left behind and forgotten. Truth be told, I was really close to quitting and just going home. Not that anyone would have noticed...
Maribelle: ......
Kellam: But just when things were at their lowest, this armor arrived from home. The whole village had pitched in to make it because they were so proud of me. Imagine! The first boy to make it out, and now serving the prince no less!
Maribelle: I didn't realize your story was so...inspiring.
Kellam: This armor reminded me of the hopes and dreams of the people back home. And even if they got my size wrong, I'm going to keep wearing it!
Maribelle: Yes, well... Perhaps I was wrong to chastise you without knowing the circumstances. I pray we can put this little incident behind us?
Kellam: Oh, of course, Maribelle. I know you were just worried about me.

A Support

Kellam: Say, Maribelle? I wanted to thank you for your help on the battlefield. If you hadn't covered my back, I wouldn't have been able to protect everyone else.
Maribelle: Not at all. Truth be told, it's a great comfort having you at my side. You pop up out of nowhere when I'm most in need, then melt away into the shadows. You're like one of those faithful sidekicks in the stories Mother used to read.
Kellam: Um, but I was standing right beside you the entire—
Maribelle: Yes, well, whatever. In any case, I'm developing a much better opinion of you. It's so inspiring to see a poor indigent like yourself fight for his village folk.
Kellam: Inspiring? Me? Oh no, milady. I'm just a simple farmer trying to do his best.
Maribelle: In the future, when this beastly war is over, I hope to become a judge advocate. I would be the first woman to ever hold such a post, so it will not be easy. However, I have no intention of giving up, no matter how hard the fight may be.
Kellam: That sure is brave of you! I couldn't do anything like that.
Maribelle: Oh, really? I don't know about that. I think you do it every single day. If anyone has foresworn the easy path and chosen the hard road, it's you.
Kellam: Oh, I don't know. I think I just like protecting folk...

S Support

Kellam: Maribelle?
Maribelle: Yes?
Kellam: This is kind of sudden, but I was thinking about your dream for life after the war. Anyway, I was thinking I might be able to help out if I was...around.
Maribelle: How odd that you would say such a thing! I have been entertaining the same thoughts. In truth, I've grown rather fond of having you at my side.
Kellam: Oh, I'm so glad you think that way!
Maribelle: You'll make a fine butler with a little training! Maybe a valet in the worst case. We've been lacking one of those ever since poor Mr. Yates went off to prison...
Kellam: Um... N-no. That's not... I don't want to come work for you.
Maribelle: Work for me? My darling, the servants in my house are like family! You get all the major feast days off, and we even switch places on the solstice!
Kellam: I want to MARRY you, consarnit! That's why I got you this ring!
Maribelle: ...Oh my dear good heavens.
Kellam: I know you'd be marrying below your station and all, but I don't care. If you want money or crowns or whatever, then you can go find some other man. But if you want a man who'll love you to the end of his days, then take me.
Maribelle: *Ahem!* Yes, well, when you put it that way... I suppose we could make the titles work. Name you a lesser duke or something.
Kellam: So is that a yes?
Maribelle: Yes, Kellam. I will be your wife. But you are NOT wearing that armor to our wedding!

Panne

Kellam	Support information:				Panne
	C: 4 pts.	B: 8 pts.	A: 13 pts.	S: 18 pts.

C Support

Kellam: Panne, aren't you going to join us for some sparring?
Panne: No.
Kellam: Can you not find a partner? Because I'm free if you'd like to—
Panne: When I fight, it is to the death. I am not interested in playing at war.
Kellam: Yes, but we—
Panne: Have you forgotten who I am, man-spawn? I am a taguel! In beast form, I cannot hold back until my thirst for blood is slaked. If you don't mind having your throat torn out, then let us spar by all means.
Kellam: Oh, I don't know. I think I'd be all right.
Panne: Hah. And why is that?
Kellam: Well, this massive suit of armor I trundle around in is pretty much impregnable.
Panne: Do not be so confident, iron man. If you fight me, I will grant no quarter. Do not expect me to stop until your guts are on the ground. I cannot be held responsible for the consequences.
Kellam: Oh, erm... Well, all right. That's fair, I suppose. But maybe you could stop right before the guts part?

B Support

Kellam: Hello, Panne. Looks like you decided to turn out for additional sparring.
Panne: I have come to challenge you.
Kellam: Uh, really? Because you sort of destroyed me in our first match.
Panne: You are still alive. This in itself is a victory for you.
Kellam: I thought I was going to die... Does that count?
Panne: It does not! This time, I shall remove your heart with my teeth.
Kellam: Er, do you mind if I ask you a question first?
Panne: If you must.
Kellam: Just before you deliver the finishing blow, you leap left and right. Why is that?
Panne: To confuse the defender and trick him into lowering his front guard.
Kellam: That makes sense. Robin was wondering about it, too. After we're finished, I'll have to go tell <him/her>. <He/She> will be very interested.
Panne: I have revealed one of my secrets. Now you must respond in kind. How is it that you were able to fend off my initial strike?
Kellam: Well, I turn left to take it here... Then I use the spear shaft like so...
Panne: I see. Sometimes you man-spawn are cleverer than you look. Well, then. Enough talk. Are you ready to die?
Kellam: Not really?
Panne: Come, come! Show some enthusiasm! Have you no pride as a warrior? You're a worthy foe capable of besting me, else I wouldn't deign to fight you.
Kellam: Th-thank you very much.
Panne: Don't thank me, fool! Where is your pride?

A Support

Kellam: *Groan* Ow, ow, owww... Whole...body...hurts...
Panne: Just stay still. And don't get up. I put a salve on the deepest cuts. Hopefully it works on humans, too.
Kellam: Ungh... I guess you...won again... C-congratulations...
Panne: Tsk... I know that you weren't interested in winning our mock battle. As we fought, a crowd of man-spawn gathered to watch and study my techniques. And later, many of them shared their skills and secrets with me. That was your true purpose, wasn't it? To trick me into fraternizing with others.
Kellam: When I first joined the Shepherds, I was all alone, too— ...Oh dear, that claw mark looks infected. OW! ...Yep, that's infected. Anyway, then Chrom invited me to spar and started introducing me to people.
Panne: And you thought to do the same for me at the risk of your own life and limb? You're a bigger fool than I thought.
Kellam: Zzzzzzzzz...
Panne: He's fallen asleep... Just as well. It will help him to heal faster. You are a fool, man-spawn. But you have courage.

S Support

Panne: Are you not going to spar today?
Kellam: How do you keep managing to find me? No one else can.
Panne: I track you by your scent. You stand out like a bull in a cake shop.
Kellam: Oh. ...Do I smell that bad?
Panne: It is nothing special—all you humans smell unpleasant to me. Still, I'm sorry you won't be there today. Fighting you is one of my few pleasures.
Kellam: I know. I like it too. Especially when we have tea afterward.
Panne: I didn't realize you liked my tea so much. Most humans think it tastes like medicine.
Kellam: Er, well, the tea is actually wretched. But what I like is the talking part. You're so passionate and self-assured! I get excited just watching you.
Panne: I confess that I also enjoy our chats. You have a soothing way about you. It is like rubbing my back against an old, familiar tree.
Kellam: Gosh, that's just like me. I mean, when I'm with you. Um, so here. I have something for you. It's...it's a ring that I made.
Panne: Oh? I am aware of this tradition.
Kellam: You are?
Panne: The human male gives a shiny bauble to a female and secures his right to wed. We taguel usually decide such things through mortal combat.
Kellam: Well, um, I don't really want to fight you so I can marry you.
Panne: Nor do I. You'd likely not survive the ordeal. Here, then. Give it to me.
Kellam: W-wait. You accept?
Panne: Of course. I know you love me. I can smell it from miles away.
Kellam: Wow, that's great! (I really need to wash this armor at some point...)

Cordelia

Kellam	Support information:				Cordelia
	C: 4 pts.	B: 8 pts.	A: 13 pts.	S: 18 pts.

C Support

Cordelia: ...Good. It seems that I have gone undetected.
Kellam: Oh, hey, Cordelia. What are you doing?
Cordelia: K-Kellam?! How long have you been there? ...Gods, but it's impossible to do anything in secret with this guy hovering around.
Kellam: Sorry, did you say something? I didn't mean to interrupt your training.
Cordelia: Ah, it's fine. Don't worry about it. It's my fault I got caught.
Kellam: Practicing your stealth moves, eh? Are you planning some sort of covert op?
Cordelia: A good warrior should never neglect the chance to practice ALL her skills. You never know when they might come in handy.
Kellam: Wow, Cordelia. You're so dedicated.
Cordelia: Yes, but when it comes to stealth, you have us all beat.
Kellam: Yes, but I don't know if that counts. It's not like I practice or anything. People just seem to...overlook me.
Cordelia: Oh, come now. There must be SOMETHING special that you do!
Kellam: Not really. I just kind of stand here and fade into the background. Anyway, I'd better be on my way. Good luck with your training.
Cordelia: Kellam, wait! I wanted to talk more about— How does he DO that?! You'd think that armor would be a big clanking giveaway...

B Support

Cordelia: *Pant* O-okay, I think I did it...
Kellam: Hello, Cordelia. Are you practicing your stealth moves again?
Cordelia: Kellam, there you are! Listen, I think I've got the hang of this now. I just circled the whole camp without being spotted by anyone!
Kellam: Really? Oh, well done! That must have been hard.
Cordelia: But here's the thing: I made a count of everyone, and I never found you.
Kellam: That's because I was on guard duty patrolling the camp's perimeter.
Cordelia: What?! B-but I was sneaking AROUND the perimeter! I didn't see you anywhere! Are you sure you weren't taking a nap in one of the tents? I won't tell.
Kellam: No, I was on the perimeter. I even saw when you hid behind that raspberry bush.
Cordelia: Wait. You SAW me circling the camp? Then I didn't... Then I wasn't... Oh, blast it all!
Kellam: Aw, don't be glum. It's hard to be stealthy when you stand out as much as you do.
Cordelia: You think I stand out?
Kellam: Well, I mean, you're just so pretty, and you have that long hair, and—
Cordelia: That's it. I'm getting a haircut.
Kellam: Oh, no! Please don't do that!
Cordelia: I'm just joking, Kellam. Don't worry. But...thanks for the compliment.
Kellam: Oh, um... You're welcome.

A Support

Kellam: Hmm... I haven't seen Cordelia all day. I wonder if she's practicing her stealth moves again?
Cordelia: Correct!
Kellam: GYAAAH! How long have you been there?!
Cordelia: Yes! Nailed it! I finally managed to sneak up and catch you unawares! Gods, but that took forever.
Kellam: Congratulations!
Cordelia: Well, I still can't just disappear at will like you can.
Kellam: I find it helps to turn sideways. But sometimes I just stand there.
Cordelia: I'll never have that skill, no matter how much I practice.
Kellam: Why are you so worried about stealth? You have lots of other skills.
Cordelia: Oh, I have lots of skills, all right. But I haven't mastered any of them. I just wish there was ONE thing I could be better at than anyone else!
Kellam: Aw, I bet there is. Just let me think... Oh, I know! You're better at being able to do more things than anyone else!
Cordelia: That's...not quite what I had in mind.
Kellam: But it's an amazing skill! You learn new things nearly every day, right? That means you're the best at being average at everything!
Cordelia: Um...okay? I suppose that IS something to be proud of, huh?

S Support

Kellam: *Pant, pant* Okay. This time I won't blink for 17 minutes. Ready... Gwwwaaarrrrrrfff!
Cordelia: That's quite a workout, Kellam.
Kellam: My eyes! They burn! ...Oh! Hi, Cordelia. I'm practicing the exercises you used to see me.
Cordelia: I never expected that I'd be teaching them to you one day! But I kind of like it. It's fun to have a secret training partner.
Kellam: I think it's fun that someone actually talks to me. Which is why I went out and made you this ring.
Cordelia: Oh, Kellam, this is beautiful! Did you really craft this?
Kellam: Yep. It's probably not worth much, but there's only one like it in the whole world.
Cordelia: I didn't know you could make jewelry!
Kellam: Well, I can't really. But I tried my very best. It took a lot of trial and error, but...
Cordelia: You did all that for me?
Kellam: I...I really like you, Cordelia! More than anyone! Not to mention, you can actually see me. So, I got to thinking, and, um... Well, I'd really like you to accept this, and...you know, be my...
Cordelia: Oh, dear. Kellam, I'm so sorry. I don't know how to say this...
Kellam: Uh-oh.
Cordelia: Just kidding. YES! Yes, yes, and yes again! I accept your proposal!
Kellam: Oh, y-you do? Gosh, that's great! I kinda thought you'd turn me down.
Cordelia: Now why would I do that?
Kellam: Oh, you know. Because I'm kind of a wet leaf of lettuce...
Cordelia: You'll have to ditch that attitude if you want to be MY husband, mister!
Kellam: R-right! You got it!

Nowi

Kellam	Support information:				Nowi
	C: 4 pts.	B: 8 pts.	A: 13 pts.	S: 18 pts.

C Support

Nowi: Hmm? What's this piece of paper doing on the ground?
Kellam: Um, that's mine.
Nowi: Really? Let's see what it says... "Dear everyone. How are you?"
Kellam: Hey, that's private! Don't read it!
Nowi: Oh, it's a letter! Did you write this?
Kellam: It's for my family back home. My parents and brothers. I just want to let them know I'm okay.
Nowi: You have brothers?
Kellam: Oh, sure. Five of 'em. We grew up in a pretty lively house.
Nowi: *Sniff* I wish I had brothers and sisters. It's so boring when you're all alone...
Kellam: Gosh, that must be rough... But, uh, please don't cry. You know, I always wanted a sister... So if you want, maybe you could pretend that I'm your brother!
Nowi: That's a great idea! From now on, I'll be your big sister!
Kellam: Oh, right. You're older than me. I always forget that.
Nowi: Okay, Little Brother, let's play a game! I get to pick because I'm the oldest.
Kellam: Um...okay?

B Support

Nowi: Keeellaaaaaam! It's time to play hide-and-seek!
Kellam: Actually, you might not want to play that game with me.
Nowi: Don't you try to wriggle out of it. Your big sister orders you to play!
Kellam: Well, if you insist...
Nowi: I'm going to count to a million, so you run off and hide somewhere.
Kellam: A m-million?! Well, okay...
Nowi: OOONE... TWOOO... THREEEEEE...
Kellam: I was afraid this might happen. I'm hungry and it's almost dark. She must've gone home by now... I'll give it five more minutes, and then I'll come out and head for supper.
Nowi: Ah-HAH! Gotcha!
Kellam: Gah?! You were still looking?
Nowi: Well, I HAD to find you, right? Otherwise you'd have been waiting forever! Sitting in a bush... All alone... Not a single friend to talk to... But don't worry about that, Little Brother! I'll NEVER leave you alone!
Kellam: ...Never?
Nowi: Okay, your turn! Now you have to find me!
Kellam: Um, Nowi? It's dark, and I'm hungry, so maybe we can—
Nowi: Hey! Your older sister commands it!

A Support

Kellam: Found you, Nowi!
Nowi: Aww! Not again! Why are you so good at this stupid game?!
Kellam: Oh, I've had a lot of practice.
Nowi: But how do you hide so well? You have to teach me! Pleeease?!
Kellam: Aw, shucks, Nowi. I can't teach you, because I don't know. It just...happens. Our family was real poor, see? So my brothers and I had to share everything. But I was a mean kid who hated sharing, so we'd always get into fights. Eventually my family got tired of my selfishness and started ignoring me. Well, I got mad and they stayed mad, and now... Well, it's like I'm just not there.
Nowi: Oh, Kellam... That's the saddest thing I've ever heard in my life!
Kellam: It is?
Nowi: You may have had a family, but really you were all alone like me!
Kellam: Well, I suppose so. In a way.
Nowi: Well, never mind all that. I'm your sister now, and I KNOW you exist! So no more hiding from me, all right? ...Unless we're playing.
Kellam: Heh heh. This sister thing ain't half bad!

S Support

Nowi: What are you doing, Kellam? You look so serious.
Kellam: Er, hello, Nowi. I'm just...polishing this ring.
Nowi: Wow, it's so shiny!
Kellam: My parents gave it to me when I first left for the capital. I'm supposed to give it to someone who I want to bring into the family.
Nowi: You mean like your big sister?
Kellam: Um, I guess so.
Nowi: Oh, I'm just kidding. I know an engagement ring when I see one.
Kellam: ......
Nowi: ...Well? Are you going to give it to me or not?!
Kellam: Wh-what?! Well, I was planning on making more of a deal out of it. I mean, with some music or maybe a big cake or...something? ...Here. Do you accept?
Nowi: Yay! Of course I do!

Tharja

Kellam	Support information:				Tharja
	C: 4 pts.	B: 8 pts.	A: 13 pts.	S: 18 pts.

C Support

Tharja: Now where did I put that...
Kellam: Looking for something?
Tharja: ...! The last person who snuck up on me like that isn't a person anymore. How do you stay so quiet? Is it a spell of some kind?
Kellam: Um, no. Not that I know of, anyway.
Tharja: Right. Well, nice talking to you, quiet man. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a letter to mail.
Kellam: Oh! I'm here to mail a letter, too. Can I give you a hand?
Tharja: ...I know how to mail a letter. I just hope the postmen are still going to Plegia.
Kellam: Hmm. I imagine they would, but it's hard to say for certain. Why Plegia? Is that where your family lives?
Tharja: Yes.
Kellam: I suppose you're worried about them, huh? I worry about mine a lot.
Tharja: I come from a family of powerful mages. They can usually take care of themselves. But times like these... Well, who knows?
Kellam: A family of spell casters? Oh, wow. I bet they're safe as houses!
Tharja: I hope so...

B Support

Kellam: Say, Tharja?
Tharja: Agh! What did I say about sneaking up on me like that? Next time, I'll turn you into a newt.
Kellam: I wasn't sneaking, honest! That's just how I walk. Anyway, I just came to give you this. It arrived in the morning post.
Tharja: A letter? For me? Give it here.
Kellam: ......
Tharja: Oh, good.
Kellam: Is it your family? Are they all right?
Tharja: ...Are you still here?
Kellam: I was just anxious to know the news.
Tharja: Why do you care about my family? It's kind of creepy. But if you must know, it's from my parents and everyone is just fine. ...And your family?
Kellam: Um, nothing yet. I've been coming here every morning, but...yeah. My eldest brother has a wife, and they usually answer right away. But this time, I don't know...
Tharja: I can check for you. ...I mean, if you want.
Kellam: How?
Tharja: I'm a mage, quiet man. There's not much we can't do.
Kellam: Gosh, would you really? That would be a load off my mind!
Tharja: Sure. Now, tell me about this brother of yours, and omit no detail. If I'm missing important information, the spell might go...horribly wrong.
Kellam: *Gulp* Um... D-does that happen a lot?

A Support

Kellam: Hey, Tharja?
Tharja: Argh! ...That's it. Newt time for you.
Kellam: I'm sorry! I tried not to startle you! I clanked two pots together and everything! P-please don't turn me into a newt...
Tharja: Oh, all right. I'll give you another chance. Anyway, I assume this means you heard from your brother?
Kellam: That's right! He was in the refugee camp, just like you said. His letter says he and his family evacuated to avoid the fighting. I'd still be looking for him if it wasn't for you.
Tharja: Don't worry about it.
Kellam: Also, it sounds like he and his wife had a little baby boy. Which makes me an uncle, I suppose.
Tharja: Hee. That's good news.
Kellam: Um...
Tharja: What?
Kellam: N-nothing. I've just never seen you smile before. It's nice, is all.
Tharja: Maybe I'll turn you into that newt after all...

S Support

Tharja: Kellam?
Kellam: Gah! Y-you scared me! How did you see me?
Tharja: Heh. At last, revenge for all the times you crept up on me... I just had to modify a little invisibility spell I've been working on.
Kellam: Gosh. It must be handy being able to use magic like that.
Tharja: Here. I brought you something.
Kellam: What is it?
Tharja: It's a charm. It protects the wearer from misfortune and bad luck. I made a big pile and had some spares. I thought you could give it to your nephew.
Kellam: Aww, thanks! My brother and his wife will be so excited! You've been so nice to me, Tharja. I don't know how to repay you.
Tharja: I had some left over. That's all. Don't freak out.
Kellam: So actually, I have something for you, too. It's... Well, here.
Tharja: ...A ring? Did you win this at a carnival or something?
Kellam: I like you, Tharja. You're smart, and pretty, and you've been good to me and mine. Anyway, I've been thinking that maybe you and me could...be together?
Tharja: You are so very strange, quiet man. But I suppose I'm not exactly the harvest-festival queen myself.
Kellam: Don't say that! You're perfect!
Tharja: Now I know there's something wrong with you. But all right. Let's get married and make a strange life for the both of us.
Kellam: Wonderful! I can't wait to tell my brother the good news!

Olivia

Kellam	Support information:				Olivia
	C: 4 pts.	B: 8 pts.	A: 13 pts.	S: 18 pts.

C Support

Olivia: Um, excuse me. Do you have a second? I need some advice...
Kellam: What, me? S-sure, I suppose.
Olivia: It's just that I've been feeling, well...useless lately.
Kellam: That's crazy talk! Your dancing is an inspiration to us all!
Olivia: There must be SOMETHING I can do besides flail my arms about...
Kellam: Hmm... Well, can you cook?
Olivia: I mean, my grandmother taught me how to bake cakes and other desserts... Would that really be helpful?
Kellam: Are you kidding? Everyone LOVES dessert! It's the best meal of the day.
Olivia: Hmm, I suppose I could give it a shot. Let's see... I'll need honey and raisins... Oh, and a whole lot of butter!
Kellam: Mmm... I'm drooling already!
Olivia: Hee hee. You're pretty smart for a tree, you know that? Thanks for listening!
Kellam: Oh. She was...talking to the tree. Guess she didn't notice me there. Er, well, good luck all the same, Olivia!

B Support

Olivia: Oh, Mr. Tree, it was wonderful! Everyone loved my cakes!
Kellam: Um, I'm not a tree...
Olivia: But the strangest thing happened! See, I couldn't find any honey... But right when I was about to give up, a big jar appeared in my bag! Some gallant stranger must have helped me in my hour of need! *siiigh*
Kellam: Happy to help, Olivia. I just... I... Uh-oh... WAAAAAA-CHOO!
Olivia: K-Kellam?!
Kellam: Stupid pollen! It's just been so out of control these past... Oh. Um, hello, Olivia.
Olivia: Goodness, you scared me! Where did you come from? Oh, wait. You dropped something.
Kellam: Wait, you don't have to—
Olivia: ...Honey? Kellam, was that you?
Kellam: S-sorry. I'll be on my way.
Olivia: Wait, Kellam! ...Thank you.
Kellam: N-no! Thank you! The cakes were delicious.
Olivia: Then I'll have to make more right away. You mind if I take this honey?
Kellam: It's all yours.

A Support

Olivia: Kellam? Keeeeellam... HEY, KELLAM!
Kellam: I'm right here.
Olivia: Oh, there you are! I've been calling your name all over camp.
Kellam: Do you need more honey?
Olivia: No, not today. I just... Here. This is for you.
Kellam: Oh, it looks like a little star. What is it?
Olivia: It's called rock candy. I thought you could eat it while you march.
Kellam: What a good idea! I'm sure everyone will appreciate the boost.
Olivia: No, they... It's not for them. I made it for you.
Kellam: Just for me?
Olivia: J-just you.
Kellam: That's very kind, Olivia. Thank you. I can't wait to try it.
Olivia: I hope you like it.
Kellam: If there's, um...anything else I can ever help with, just say so.
Olivia: I will. Thank you.

S Support

Olivia: ......
Kellam: Hello, Olivia.
Olivia: WAAAH! Hee hee... You caught me again. I was going to slip this flower into your bag.
Kellam: Heh. It's tough to slip past me undetected. I'm kind of an expert, after all.
Olivia: You're always sneaking ingredients and little treats into my things, Kellam. It's not fair that I can't do the same...
Kellam: Speaking of which... Um... Have you checked your purse today?
Olivia: ...Oh, you're right, there's a little pouch! You rascal. I can't imagine what— ...Kellam? This is a ring.
Kellam: It's nothing fancy, but my mother made it, and it's very special to me. She said I should give it to the woman I love, and so... Um... Olivia, will you marry me?
Olivia: ......
Kellam: Oh... S-sorry, forget I—
Olivia: NO! I m-mean, not no! I mean yes! Yes, Kellam. Yes, of course. It's just... I'm just overcome, is all. I feel... Happy. So very, very happy. ...Thank you, Kellam.
Kellam: I love you, Olivia. I have since the very first moment I saw you.
Olivia: Ooh... That makes me all...wobbly inside. D-don't look at me!
Kellam: Anytime you start feeling shy, I'll just disappear into the woodwork. That's part of what makes us such a great pair.
Olivia: Oh no you don't. This is my weird problem, and I'm going to fix it. So I'm going to need you to help me.
Kellam: We have the rest of our lives to work it out, Olivia.
Olivia: Yes, we do, don't we... Oh, Kellam, I'm so happy!

Cherche

Kellam	Support information:				Cherche
	C: 4 pts.	B: 8 pts.	A: 13 pts.	S: 18 pts.

C Support

Cherche: Let's see... Yes, that's everything. Time to saddle up and head out!
Kellam: Cherche, wait! Before you go— I wonder if you could take these trousers to the tailor? They need patching.
Cherche: You mean this little tear? I can patch that myself.
Kellam: Oh, but would you mind?
Cherche: Ha! I wouldn't have mentioned it if I wasn't offering, Kellam.
Kellam: Wow, thanks. I'm terrible at sewing. Last time, I nearly took my eye out with a needle.
Cherche: Well, I'm sure there are plenty of other things you can do well.
Kellam: I guess. But I was always jealous of folks who knew how to stitch their own clothes.
Cherche: I'm surprised a cute young lad like you didn't have a girl to do it for him.
Kellam: *Gulp* C-cute?!
Cherche: Surely you know how ridiculously adorable that armor of yours is. The village girls must have fawned all over you!
Kellam: My armor is...adorable?
Cherche: Anyway, I must be off. Don't want to be late for the market!
Kellam: Wait a second! What's this about my armor?!

B Support

Kellam: Um, Cherche? I brought my trousers.
Cherche: Oh, look. It's the boy in the adorable armor!
Kellam: That's not what people call me, is it?
Cherche: No, but in my opinion, it's the perfect name for you.
Kellam: Oh. Well, um, thanks, I guess. Anyway, I brought my trousers.
Cherche: Let me see... Oh, that's nothing. I'll have it fixed in a jiffy.
Kellam: Thanks so much. Sorry again to ask you to do it.
Cherche: I don't mind at all. Oh, but while I'm at it, why don't I spruce up your armor, too?
Kellam: Spruce it up?
Cherche: Sure! A couple changes here and there would make it look really convincing! Say a few steel spikes on the shoulders? You'd look just like a real barbarian.
Kellam: Land sakes, no!
Cherche: Not even if they're long and pointy?
Kellam: Especially if they're long and pointy!

A Support

Kellam: Cherche, why don't you let me go to the market today?
Cherche: Really? Why?
Kellam: You're not well. I can tell. I've been watching you all day.
Cherche: Well, I was trying not to let it show, but I AM feeling a bit under the weather... Are you sure you don't mind?
Kellam: Of course not! Golly, Cherche, you're always so nice to me. It's the least I can do.
Cherche: You know, Kellam, I've been thinking we should spend more time together. That is, if you wouldn't mind.
Kellam: You and me?
Cherche: Maybe this fever is making me a bit dizzy and foolish... But I can't help thinking how nice it would be if we were a bit closer. Something about you and that adorable armor makes me feel...safe.
Kellam: I'd love to spend more time together! Heck, I owe you for the trousers.
Cherche: Great. Then a bit closer we shall be!

S Support

Kellam: Cherche? I have something I want to give you.
Cherche: Do you need more mending done?
Kellam: No, I, uh... Well, I made you this ring.
Cherche: Why, Kellam!
Kellam: Did I do something wrong? I know it's not the best ring ever, but we can change it if you—
Cherche: No! It's absolutely lovely! The ring is not the issue. But Kellam, you have to understand: I'm a knight, and always will be. Cast your lot with me, and you'll never know peace and quiet again.
Kellam: Just being in your presence gives me all the peace I need. Since we've become close, I hardly mind the rigors of travel or the turmoil of war. Heck, I don't care if rocks fall on my head, as long as you're with me! Well, not WITH me. I mean, I don't want rocks falling on YOUR head... A-anyway, will you take the ring?
Cherche: Oh, Kellam. Of course I will. Let us be partners-in-arms forever!

Donnel

Kellam	Support information:			Donnel
	C: 3 pts.	B: 8 pts.	A: 15 pts.

C Support

Kellam: *Cough*
Donnel: WAH! Gosh, Kellam, you 'bout near killed me just now! Where the heck'd ya come from?!
Kellam: You're planting bilberry bushes, aren't you? They're my favorite crop. You know, if you mix the soil with clover and pig dung, the berries get extra juicy.
Donnel: Shuck my corn! I never knew you was a farmer!
Kellam: Well, my father tilled the soil, but my brothers and I helped out in the fields. If you want, I could help you out, too.
Donnel: That's a mighty kind offer, Kellam! I'd surely 'preciate it! I'm plantin' the bushes in pots so's I can move 'em about, but there's just so many... Folks think berry pickin's a doddle, but they're dead wrong.
Kellam: It's been a while since I mucked around in the soil. Truth is, I kind of miss it.
Donnel: Well, I'm much obliged. You mind startin' on them pots in the stores tent?
Kellam: Goodness, that's an awful lot of bilberry bushes! There must be...hundreds.
Donnel: Seein' as how they're so popular, I wanted to make sure I had enough for everyone.
Kellam: *Sigh* Welp, guess I'd better get to work...

B Support

Donnel: What'n blazes am I gonna do now?
Kellam: What's wrong, Donnel?
Donnel: It's my plants—they ain't exactly thrivin'. Look how droopy and yeller they are! Sure wish I knew why it was. S'pose they might need more sun...
Kellam: But why would only these plants here be affected? Those others seem fine.
Donnel: A'yup. It's a real head-scratcher. *scratch, scratch* Gosh darn it! I water 'em every day and talk to 'em each evenin'! Heck, I even tried singin'!
Kellam: Perhaps they're not getting enough nutrients? A problem with the soil?
Donnel: Well, now that you mention it... When we all rushed out to meet the last attack, some'a them pots got knocked over. I righted 'em as fast I could and grabbed some earth to replace the soil what spilled.
Kellam: Ah! Perhaps the earth you added doesn't suit the plants?
Donnel: But how am I gonna replace it? If what you say is right, then the dirt 'round these parts ain't no good.
Kellam: Well, we could skim a bit of the good soil from each of the healthy pots. There must be hundreds of them in the stores, so there's plenty to go around.
Donnel: Say now... That might just work! You're as clever as an old fox, Kellam!
Kellam: Oh, I'm no smarter than the next man. I just spend a lot of time alone. It gives me plenty of opportunities to think.
Donnel: Donkey dung! I'd wager you're the cleverest fella in all the Shepherds!
Kellam: That's kind of you to say, but I very much doubt it.
Donnel: I got a copper coin what says you is!

A Support

Kellam: Hello, Donnel. I heard through the grapevine that the bilberries ripened. Have you been serving them to everyone in camp?
Donnel: With brown sugar and cream! Everyone loves 'em! I thought I had loads and loads, but everyone gobbled 'em up so fast... Land sakes! They was gone 'fore I knew it!
Kellam: Well, that's great!
Donnel: They made me promise to serve more once I had a new crop. You think them bushes there are ready? The berries are kinda red.
Kellam: Well, hold on. Let me try one. ...Ptooie! Sorry, Donny. These boys need another few weeks at least.
Donnel: All right then. S'pose I should cool my heels for a spell. I'm mighty glad I spoke to Kellam the Genius before collectin' 'em!
Kellam: I told you, I'm not that clever. I just happen to—
Donnel: I wish I had half yer brains! Remember them plants what was all droopy and dyin'? Well, I changed the soil like you said and got me a bumper crop! I wager coppers to pebbles your pa and ma miss havin' you around the farm.
Kellam: Most days, they didn't know I was there. They never asked my opinion or anything.
Donnel: Well, that's about the dumbest darn thing I ever done heard!
Kellam: Gee, Donny. You're the first person who's ever appreciated my advice.
Donnel: Who wouldn't 'preciate it? You got brains oozin' out yer ears! Say, you'll stick around to teach me more stuff, right?
Kellam: Well, sure. I'll try to help however I can. But...isn't it strange I'm teaching you about farming and not fighting?
Donnel: Heck no! I'm already plannin' for the peace to come! When these troubles are over, honest folk are gonna return to their farms. We need to be ready so we can bring life back to this here land!
Kellam: Perhaps when the time comes, I could help with that.
Donnel: You'd do that for me? Gosh, thanks, Kellam!
Kellam: Then it's a deal. First, we finish this war...
Donnel: Then we plant enough bilberries to make pies fer everyone!

Owain

Kellam	Support information:			Owain
	C: 0 pts.	B: ? pts.	A: ? pts.
	This support is only available if Owain is Kellam's son.

C Support

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!
Kellam: Owain? Is everything all right?
Owain: STAY BACK, FATHER! You mustn't come any closer!
Kellam: 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!
Kellam: ...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!
Kellam: All right, Son, just stay where you are—I'll get your mother!
Owain: Wait, MOTHER?! Er... Heh... That's not...strictly necessary. This pain is nothing to a man like me! Given a moment, I'm sure it will abate! I've weathered far worse than... Er, Father? ...ACK! Did he actually go to get Mother?! Suddenly I don't feel so well...

B Support

Owain: Um... You're not still upset, are you?
Kellam: Of course I'm upset! You started moaning and shouting out of the blue! Your mother and I were terrified! *Sigh* Look, I'm relieved you're all right. But what was all that about, anyway? Some kind of scripted stage acting?
Owain: I don't script anything! I'll have you know, it's entirely improv— Er... I mean, it's authentic! I'm the chosen scion of warrior heroes across tide and time!
Kellam: 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...
Kellam: I dunno... A future where everyone talks like you sounds a bit— ...OWAIN, WATCH OUT!
Owain: What?!
Kellam: ...Grah!
Owain: Your shoulder! Father, you're hit!
Kellam: 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!
Kellam: We lost them. We should be safe here.
Owain: Gods, not again...
Kellam: Hmm?
Owain: Why?! Why did you take that arrow for me?! You could have died! This is how it happens, you know! This is exactly... Er...
Kellam: This is how what happens?
Owain: *Sob* Oh, Father... *sniff*
Kellam: 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.
Kellam: A-all right. I'll be here.

A Support

Owain: Father, how's the shoulder?
Kellam: Fine, thank you. Nearly healed. It wasn't much of a wound to begin with, fortunately.
Owain: Good. I don't know what I'd do if...if I got you killed again.
Kellam: Ah, so that's what this was about... I die protecting you in the future?
Owain: ...It was just a normal Risen, but somehow I didn't see it coming. You had no business dying when I was the one too stupid to watch his own back!
Kellam: At least it sounds like I died with no regrets.
Owain: So yes, that's why when I saw you took a hit for me, I...I lost control. All those feelings of guilt and shame returned. I just couldn't stand it.
Kellam: I'm sorry to have dredged up those painful memories, Owain. But more than that, I'm sorry I left you by yourself in the future...
Owain: Father, no! You never left me! I never felt alone—not once! You and Mother were always with me because you were WITHIN me! I'm the scion of a heroine who gave me life and a hero who gave his life to save mine.
Kellam: Wait. So all this talk about having the blood of heroes in you... You were talking about your mother and me? Owain, that's so— ...Wait a second. Why does OUR blood rage and boil at the drop of a hat? Lissa and I really don't seem the type to have such unruly fluids...
Owain: Well, yes, the part about my blood raging may have been for...dramatic effect.
Kellam: ...Wait, WHAT?
Owain: But the point is that I'm more proud of my bloodline than anything in the world. When I remember I'm your son, I feel unstoppable. Like I could do anything! And I didn't come all this way to have you die on me again! Do you understand? From now on, we fight injustice together!
Kellam: ...Thank you, Owain. But you're more than just my legacy. You've done plenty in your own right. Your mother and I are so proud of everything you've become...
Owain: Aw, thanks! But... Hnngh... This sensation... B-blood...boiling once again... The fiery pride in your bosom has sparked the tinder of my soul and set me ablaze!
Kellam: Heh. Well, it's good to hear you're back to your old self, at least...

Inigo

Kellam	Support information:			Inigo
	C: 0 pts.	B: ? pts.	A: ? pts.
	This support is only available if Inigo is Kellam's son.

C Support

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

B Support

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

A Support

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

Brady

Kellam	Support information:			Brady
	C: 0 pts.	B: ? pts.	A: ? pts.
	This support is only available if Brady is Kellam's son.

C Support

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

B Support

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

A Support

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

Kjelle

Kellam	Support information:			Kjelle
	C: 0 pts.	B: ? pts.	A: ? pts.
	This support is only available if Kjelle is Kellam's daughter.

C Support

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

B Support

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

A Support

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

Severa

Kellam	Support information:			Severa
	C: 0 pts.	B: ? pts.	A: ? pts.
	This support is only available if Severa is Kellam's daughter.

C Support

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

B Support

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

A Support

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

Gerome

Kellam	Support information:			Gerome
	C: 0 pts.	B: ? pts.	A: ? pts.
	This support is only available if Gerome is Kellam's son.

C Support

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

B Support

Kellam: Hello, Gerome. Have you been taking good care of little Minervykins?
Gerome: I did NOT call her that! The very idea is ludicrous! ...You must have misheard.
Kellam: Hey, don't get your smallclothes in a twist, Gerome... Cherche sometimes calls her wyvern Minervykins, too. Eventually, I picked up the habit as well!
Gerome: Oh... Er, right. I knew that.
Kellam: Heh heh. You know, you're adorable when you're flustered.
Gerome: ......
Kellam: H-hey, no need to glare! I meant no offense...
Gerome: ...Apology accepted.
Kellam: Heh, well that's very generous of you, Your Grace... Though I must say, seeing you so angry reminds me quite a bit of Cherche.
Gerome: What do you mean?
Kellam: Mmm? Oh, er, nothing... Hey! Is that your Minerva over there?
Gerome: It is.
Kellam: Hmm, more intimidating than Cherche's... Scarier, more ferocious...
Gerome: Truly? In the future, people oft remarked she was the prettiest wyvern in the realm. Just look at those big, smoky eyes... She's such a cutey-poo! Er, I mean... Um... You tricked me into saying that!
Kellam: I didn't trick you into anything... You said it all by yourself.
Gerome: That's it. I'm leaving. WE'RE leaving. ...Minerva, to me!
Kellam: Heh, adorable when he's flustered indeed...

A Support

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

Morgan (M)

Kellam	Support information:			Morgan (M)
	C: 0 pts.	B: ? pts.	A: ? pts.
	This support is only available if Morgan (M) is Kellam's son.

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.
Kellam: What are you up to, Morgan?
Morgan: Father! That's amazing! I was just thinking about you! Is this fate?! This is totally fate! Family-style fate! ...Wait, no. How did Mother put it? "We're not 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!
Kellam: Heh, is that so?
Morgan: Yup! Even without my memories, there's an invisible thread that links us. Er, but that reminds me... I was just wondering how I could have possibly forgotten you, Father. Do you think maybe you could help me get those memories back?
Kellam: I'd be happy to try. After all—
Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! I'll start preparing. Oh, I can't wait to get started!
Kellam: Boy, he sure is energetic...

B Support

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

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*
Kellam: Come now, Morgan. No tears.
Morgan: B-but I know I must have loved you just as much as I loved Mother. I bet we had a million memories together, and the thought of having lost them... I feel like I failed you. Like I... Like I... *sob*
Kellam: Morgan...
Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry. I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-my head! ...Wha—?!
Kellam: What's wrong?!
Morgan: I...I 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.
Kellam: Take all the time you need. I'll always be here for you... You know that, right?
Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Dad.

Yarne

Kellam	Support information:			Yarne
	C: 0 pts.	B: ? pts.	A: ? pts.
	This support is only available if Yarne is Kellam's son.

C Support

Yarne: ...... ......
Kellam: 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.
Kellam: 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...
Kellam: 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?
Kellam: Huh?
Yarne: See, I'd been assuming that all I had to do was make sure you both stayed alive. Eventually you'd have me, and poof! My existence would be guaranteed. But that would all change if you left Mother for another woman before I was born. The very instant you made the decision, I would just wink out of existence! The thought of it sends a chill down my spine. Brrrrrr...
Kellam: 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!
Kellam: Now hold on just one minute!
Yarne: Don't worry, I'll make an exception for temporary dalliances during battle. ...Just so long as the fraternizing STAYS on the battlefield! Anyway, I've got to be going. But remember: I'm watching you!
Kellam: Oh, for gods' sake...

B Support

Yarne: Ah. Hello, Father.
Kellam: 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?
Kellam: 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!
Kellam: 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.
Kellam: *Sigh* Oh, believe me, I know all about that... But you have to understand, I must talk to my fellow soldiers—men and women both. When you're in the thick of a battle, it's vital you know who you're fighting with. I mean, what if someone said you couldn't talk to Lucina ever again?
Yarne: ...Well, I guess that would be a problem.
Kellam: I'm glad you understand. But I wish you would just trust me when I say I would never cheat on your mother!
Yarne: Well, you say that now... And perhaps you even mean it now... But what about the future? How do I know you'll never change your mind? I mean, you once promised me that you'd return home...but you never did...
Kellam: ...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!
Kellam: Hmm, I think I understand now... In Yarne's future, I die and become the memory of a broken promise...

A Support

Kellam: 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.
Kellam: 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!
Kellam: Yes, I understand that. And I also know you're not my son. ...Not exactly, anyway.
Yarne: ......
Kellam: 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.
Kellam: Yarne, what if I made another promise? I swear by all I hold dear that I will survive and that I will never abandon your mother. I love you both more than anything in this world. I would do anything for you.
Yarne: I...I don't know what to say. Except...thank you. Because this time, I believe you'll keep your promise.
Kellam: 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?!
Kellam: I appreciate the sentiment, Yarne, but must you pet me like a dog while you say it?

Laurent

Kellam	Support information:			Laurent
	C: 0 pts.	B: ? pts.	A: ? pts.
	This support is only available if Laurent is Kellam's son.

C Support

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

B Support

Kellam: Hello, Laurent.
Laurent: Father. How may I help you?
Kellam: I was thinking about how you said you were older than Lucina... Can you explain that? I'm a little lost.
Laurent: It's fairly straightforward. Travel among eras is imprecise. There are...variables. Lucina arrived at the onset of the war with Plegia some two years ago. I, on the other hand, have been here for nearly five years.
Kellam: There's that much of a spread between where you landed? Er, when you landed?
Laurent: ...Indeed. Hence, I have aged three years more than she in the course of reaching this moment. Somewhere along the way, I passed her in terms of physical age.
Kellam: So you've been in this era for five years all by yourself?
Laurent: Yes. So as you see, I'm far too old to be indulging in childish behaviors. I trust that explanation has cleared up your confusion? Now, if you'll excuse me...
Kellam: Laurent, wait! Why have you never mentioned any of this before? You were cut off from everyone else for five whole years. Weren't you...lonely?
Laurent: As I've said time and again, I am a grown man. ...I managed fine on my own.
Kellam: Laurent...

A Support

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

Noire

Kellam	Support information:			Noire
	C: 0 pts.	B: ? pts.	A: ? pts.
	This support is only available if Noire is Kellam's daughter.

C Support

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

B Support

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

A Support

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

Nah

Kellam	Support information:			Nah
	C: 0 pts.	B: ? pts.	A: ? pts.
	This support is only available if Nah is Kellam's daughter.

C Support

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

B Support

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

A Support

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