Morgan/Supports (male)

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

Avatar (F)

Morgan (M)	Support information:			File:Small portrait avatar f-default fe13.png Robin (F)
	C: 0 pts.	B: ? pts.	A: ? pts.

C Support

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

Avatar: What is it, Morgan?

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

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

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

Avatar: Are you sure it's nothing urgent?

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

Avatar: You're acting very strange, Morgan.

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

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

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

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

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

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

B Support

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

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

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

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

Avatar: Is that today's challenge, then?

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

Avatar: Found it.

Morgan: WHAT?!

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

Morgan: Hmph. ...Fine.

Avatar: Guess I win this round.

Morgan: How did you figure it out so fast?

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

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

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

Morgan: Huh?

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

Morgan: Right!

A Support

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

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

Morgan: Crud. You win again.

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

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

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

Morgan: Okay! See you tomorrow!

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

Chrom

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

C Support

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

Chrom: What are you up to, Morgan?

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

Chrom: Heh, is that so?

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

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

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

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

B Support

Morgan: Father? Do you have a moment?

Chrom: Yes, of course.

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

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

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

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

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

A Support

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

Chrom: Come now, Morgan. No tears.

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

Chrom: Morgan...

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

Chrom: What's wrong?!

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

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

Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Dad.

Frederick

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

C Support

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

B Support

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

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

Virion

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

C Support

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

B Support

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

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

Vaike

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

C Support

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

B Support

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

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*
Vaike: Hey now! Cryin' ain't gonna help.
Morgan: B-but I know I must have loved you just as much as I loved Mother. I bet we had a million memories together, and the thought of having lost them... I feel like I failed you. Like I... Like I... *sob*
Vaike: Morgan…
Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry. I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-my head! ...Wha—?!
Vaike: What's wrong?!
Morgan: I...I 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.
Vaike: Take all the time ya need. And I'll do everything I can to help ya!
Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Dad.

Stahl

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

C Support

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

B Support

Morgan: Father? Do you have a moment?
Stahl: Yes, of course.
Morgan: Perfect! Then let's get started on Project Get Memories of Dad Back! Step one—figure how we're going to trigger some flashbacks. I've already tried banging my head against a post, but nothing. I mean, it made me dizzy and nauseated, but it didn't unearth any hidden memories. What do you think, Father? Perhaps a stone wall would work better?
Stahl: Let's just...hold off on the head smashing for now, shall we? Perhaps you could try just staring at me for a bit? Right into my eyes. Morgan: Argh, that's perfect! You're a genius! I must have seen your face a million times in the future. It's bound to bring SOMETHING back if I stare at it long enough. Okay, sorry to invade your personal space here, but... Here goes... ...... ......... ............ ............... Drats! It's not working. I don't remember a thing. It's like... Have you ever stared at a word so long it kind of fell apart? And you think, "Is that how that's spelled? Wait, is that even a real WORD?!" Except here it's "Is that what Father looked like?"
Stahl: Er, right. Perhaps that's enough of the memory project for one day?
Morgan: Sure... I'm 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*
Stahl: Come now, Morgan. No tears.
Morgan: B-but I know I must have loved you just as much as I loved Mother. I bet we had a million memories together, and the thought of having lost them... I feel like I failed you. Like I... Like I... *sob*
Stahl: Morgan…
Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry. I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-my head! ...Wha—?!
Stahl: What's wrong?!
Morgan: I...I remembered something! Just one tiny little memory, but...I remember! You were smiling at me...and you called my name... Ha ha! Yes! You looked a little bit older, but it was DEFINITELY you! Oh thank you, Father. I never would have remembered without your help. And hey, this is great! 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.
Stahl: Take all the time you need. I'll always be here for you... You know that, right?
Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Dad.

Kellam

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

C Support

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

Lon'qu

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

C Support

Morgan: Hmm... I wonder why I have no memory of my father... All my memories of Mother are so crisp and clear... I remember what an amazing tactician she was, all the time we studied together... But nothing at all about my father. It's one big blank.
Lon'qu: ...What's going on, Morgan?
Morgan: Father! That's amazing! I was just thinking about you! Is this fate?! This is totally fate! Family-style fate! ...Wait, no. How did Mother put it? "We're not pawns of some scripted fate. It's the invisible ties we forge that bind us." So yeah, it's not fate. It's the whole invisible bond-link...thing!
Lon'qu: 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?
Lon'qu: I'd be honored. After all—
Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! I'll start preparing. Oh, I can't wait to get started!
Lon'qu: *Sigh* He's nothing if not energetic…

B Support

Morgan: Father? Do you have a moment?
Lon'qu: Sure.
Morgan: Perfect! Then let's get started on Project Get Memories of Dad Back! Step one—figure how we're going to trigger some flashbacks. I've already tried banging my head against a post, but nothing. I mean, it made me dizzy and nauseated, but it didn't unearth any hidden memories. What do you think, Father? Perhaps a stone wall would work better?
Lon'qu: I think...you should shelve the head smashing for a bit, Morgan. Perhaps you could try staring at me for a while. It might trigger something.
Morgan: Argh, that's perfect! You're a genius! I must have seen your face a million times in the future. It's bound to bring SOMETHING back if I stare at it long enough. Okay, sorry to invade your personal space here, but... Here goes... ...... ......... ............ ............... Drats! It's not working. I don't remember a thing. It's like... Have you ever stared at a word so long it kind of fell apart? And you think, "Is that how that's spelled? Wait, is that even a real WORD?!" Except here it's "Is that what Father looked like?"
Lon'qu: ...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*
Lon'qu: Do not cry, Morgan. It is...unpleasant to watch.
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*
Lon'qu: ......
Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry. I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-my head! ...Wha—?!
Lon'qu: 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.
Lon'qu: Take as much time as you need. I promise to aid you in any way I can.
Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Dad.

Ricken

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

C Support

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

B Support

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

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

Gaius

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

C Support

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

B Support

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

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

Gregor

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

C Support

Morgan: Hmm... I wonder why I have no memory of my father... All my memories of Mother are so crisp and clear... I remember what an amazing tactician she was, all the time we studied together... But nothing at all about my father. It's one big blank.
Gregor: Hello, Morgan. What is up?
Morgan: Father! That's amazing! I was just thinking about you! Is this fate?! This is totally fate! Family-style fate! ...Wait, no. How did Mother put it? "We're not 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!
Gregor: Hah! Is that so?
Morgan: Yup! Even without my memories, there's an invisible thread that links us. Er, but that reminds me... I was just wondering how I could have possibly forgotten you, Father. Do you think maybe you could help me get those memories back?
Gregor: Gregor would love to assist! After all—
Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! I'll start preparing. Oh, I can't wait to get started!
Gregor: Oy! That is...energetic boy…

B Support

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

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*
Gregor: Oy, oy! What is this crying? Please, Morgan. No more tears.
Morgan: B-but I know I must have loved you just as much as I loved Mother. I bet we had a million memories together, and the thought of having lost them... I feel like I failed you. Like I... Like I... *sob*
Gregor: Morgan…
Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry. I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-my head! ...Wha—?!
Gregor: What is the matter?
Morgan: I...I 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.
Gregor: Great! Take all time you need, boy. Gregor always be here for you, yes?
Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Dad.

Libra

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

C Support

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

B Support

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

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

Henry

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

C Support

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

B Support

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

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*
Henry: Huh? Are you crying?
Morgan: B-but I know I must have loved you just as much as I loved Mother. I bet we had a million memories together, and the thought of having lost them... I feel like I failed you. Like I... Like I... *sob*
Henry: Morgan…
Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry. I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-my head! ...Wha—?!
Henry: Uh-oh. Head wounds are the worst. Are you okay?!
Morgan: I...I remembered something! Just one tiny little memory, but...I remember! You were smiling at me...and you called my name... Ha ha! Yes! You looked a little bit older, but it was DEFINITELY you! Oh thank you, Father. I never would have remembered without your help. And hey, this is great! If I can get one memory back, maybe I can get the rest! It may take time, but I won't stop trying until I remember everything about you.
Henry: Hey, neat! Take all the time you need. I'll be sure to help out however I can.
Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Dad.

Lucina

Morgan (M)	Support information:				Lucina
	C: 4 pts.	B: 8 pts.	A: 13 pts.	S: 18 pts.

C Support

Morgan: Ah, perfect! There you are!
Lucina: Hmm? What are you hiding behind your back, Morgan?
Morgan: Ta-dah! It's for you!
Lucina: Ah! What lovely flowers! Thank you. But what is the occasion?
Morgan: Kids were picking 'em in the village we just passed through. They gave some to me, so that's your cut.
Lucina: I don't think I've ever seen such vibrant colors...
Morgan: Wonderful, isn't it? Even in the throes of war, the flowers still bloom. Just think what it will look like once the world is at peace! Fields awash in color!
Lucina: ...Heh.
Morgan: Hmm?
Lucina: I've not known anyone so optimistic in all my days. I'm a bit envious, honestly.
Morgan: Why? Is something on your mind? Some worry eating at you?
Lucina: Not a specific concern, so much as a grim memory that refuses me peace. ...I apologize. I have no place to complain when you've lost your entire memory. You must carry your own set of woes, do you not? Living in a strange time, without a firm grasp on who you are?
Morgan: Ehh, it's not so bad as you might think. True, it can leave you feeling a bit...untethered, maybe? Afloat? But that's just another word for free... Every experience is brand new! The smell of the air, the color of those flowers—it's all so fresh and intense!
Lucina: Hmm... I'll say it again: I envy you. I arrived in this era with a heart blackened by painful memories.
Morgan: But your father's alive in this time, isn't he?
Lucina: Yes, and I consider it a blessing that I've had the chance to see him again. Morgan, I... If you'll excuse me.

B Support

Morgan: Da da daaa doo dee dum... ♪ Perfect! I've got my melody nailed down.
Lucina: What are you doing, Morgan? What's all that humming about?
Morgan: You heard that, did you? So you recall the flowers I gave you? The ones from that village? Well, in return for the flowers, I sang the kids a song I'd written. They really seemed to enjoy it, so I thought maybe I'd try my hand at writing more. Perhaps I can sing for the camp if I get good enough!
Lucina: I'm sure they would welcome the distraction from fighting and marching and...fighting. I think it's a lovely idea.
Morgan: Yeah? Well, all right then! Guess I'd better get cracking!
Lucina: You really are always full of energy, aren't you? How do you manage to act so cheery all the time?
Morgan: It's not an act. I just do whatever comes naturally. And it's like I said before—when you can't remember anything, everything's brand new! There's so much out there to discover, I don't have time to get depressed!
Lucina: I'm certain I wouldn't be half so happy were I in your situation. I think your sunny disposition must be some fundamental part of your nature. I think it's wonderful.
Morgan: Hmm... I couldn't say. But isn't being in this era a pretty good deal for you, too? All I've heard of our era are tales of death and starvation and a whole lot of bad stuff.
Lucina: It was a terrible place, yes. Which means all the more hangs in the balance of our success or failure. If we lose, this world will become the awful future we escaped. ...The very idea haunts my nights.
Morgan: Well, that won't do at all! A warrior needs her sleep! You're a brilliant fighter and leader, but you can't shine from inside a gloomy cloud.
Lucina: ...You're right, of course. I'm sorry, Morgan. I certainly don't want to spread my dark cloud over others.
Morgan: Think nothing of it. I'm always happy to help find a silver lining!

A Support

Lucina: The future can be changed... It MUST be changed! I believe that with all that I am, and yet the nightmares persist. What I wouldn't give for some of Morgan's optimism...
Morgan: Did I hear my name?
Lucina: GAH?! M-Morgan! How long have you been there?!
Morgan: I just showed up, actually! It's time for dinner. We're all waiting for you.
Lucina: I'm not hungry.
Morgan: Uh-oh. Not feeling well? Maybe you should lie down.
Lucina: It's an ailment of the heart, I'm afraid.
Morgan: Did something happen? If you feel like sharing, I'm happy to listen.
Lucina: Morgan, do you... Do you truly believe the future can be changed? That we can overwrite our apocalyptic end with a happier one?
Morgan: Of course we can!
Lucina: How can you be so certain?
Morgan: Because my mother's that certain.
Lucina: Robin...
Morgan: She's amazing, my mother... My life's dream is to follow in her footsteps, actually... Anyway, as long as she's on the problem, we're all in good hands. I don't know many things about this time or this world, but I know I have faith in Mom.
Lucina: I see... My own father, too, is fighting with all he has to win a better future. The ties between them are powerful indeed. Heh, so powerful I'm surprised they never "tied" the knot.
Morgan: Ha ha! There, you made a joke! ...A bit weak, but hey, it's a start! So, feeling a bit better now?
Lucina: I am, actually. Thank you, Morgan.

S Support

Lucina: Morgan, I... Might I have a word?
Morgan: Sure. Does this have to do with what we talked about last time?
Lucina: I suppose so. What you said has given me great comfort... I think I've seen the last of my nightmares.
Morgan: Lucina, that's fantastic! When you feel cheery, we ALL feel cheery!
Lucina: Morgan... There's something I'd like to say to you. ...Something important.
Morgan: Oh? ...What is it?
Lucina: I don't get nightmares now because... I'm too busy dreaming of you. And even when awake, I find you're in all my thoughts... I feel as if I never really knew what hope was before I met you.
Morgan: ...Wow. Lucina...I...
Lucina: Will you stay with me, Morgan? From now until the end of all?
Morgan: Sure, all right!
Lucina: "Sure, all right"? Th-that's not... Do you understand what I'm asking, Morgan?
Morgan: I think so. You're in love with me, right?
Lucina: Y-yes...
Morgan: And I'm in love with you! And we'll stick together, come what may. Right?
Lucina: W-wait. You're in love with ME? Why didn't you just say so?!

Lucina (as siblings)

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

C Support

Morgan: This place is a mess! I really should straighten up more...often... Is that a...AAAAAAAAAUGH!
Lucina: Gods, I've never seen Morgan run so fast! Are we under attack?! Morgan! What happened back there? ...Are you all right?!
Morgan: L-Lucinaaa!
Lucina: Breathe, Morgan. Calm down and tell me what happened. You have nothing to fear now that I'm here.
Morgan: R-r-roach! A roach!
Lucina: ...A roach? ...As in...a bug?
Morgan: Not a bug! I love bugs! ...A roach! A huge, freakish nightmare one, with gross, hairy legs... It's HORRIBLE!
Lucina: You're telling me all of your screaming and flailing was over a COCKROACH? *sigh* I thought the Risen had come. You could have sent the camp into a panic.
Morgan: AAAAAH! It's back! And it can fly?! S-stay away! Don't come near meee!
Lucina: Come now, I don't see what all the fuss i—EEEEEEK!
Morgan: See? SEE?! It's the stuff of nightmares! Now hurry up and kill it! Kill it with fire magic or something!
Lucina: Oh, no—I'm not going near that thing! It's HUGE!
Morgan: WHAT?! What happened to having nothing to fear now that you're here? How are you gonna win this war if you can't even smoosh one stupid roach?
Lucina: Those two things are not related in the slightest. And YOU want to be a tactician, right? So figure out how to kill it!
Morgan: What's to figure out?! Who plans out strategies for killing insects?! Look, you're the older one! You do it! Father told you to protect your little brother, didn't he?
Lucina: Er, well, I suppose he did... *sigh* All right, I'll...do something about it.
Morgan: Fantastic! Thanks, Lucina! Three cheers for the once and future exalt!
Lucina: ...You're a royal, too, you know? It wouldn't kill you to show a bit more spine.
Morgan: Hey, now's your chance! It just crawled into a corner behind that shelf!
Lucina: It's too dark. I can't see it...
Morgan: You should light up Falchion. Then once you spot it, ker-STAB!
Lucina: Falchion isn't some common pitchfork, Morgan! It's a blade of legend!
Morgan: Ah ha ha, all right, all right. I'm sorry I... AHHHHH! It's flying again! It's flying!
Lucina: As formidable a foe as it may be, I won't allow it to set a single hairy leg on you!
Morgan: Go, Lucina, go! GET HIM!
Chrom: What in the name of...? What are you two doing in here?!
Lucina: F-Father?
Morgan: Father!
Chrom: Honestly, you two. All that commotion over a silly insect? What were you thinking?!
Morgan: Sorry...
Lucina: I'm sorry, Father...
Chrom: Just see that it never happens again.
Morgan: Figures he would be the one to get it. He's unshakable.
Lucina: It's true. Although he was a lot less calm when it came to scolding us...
Morgan: Aw, are you still down about that? I actually rather enjoyed it. I can't remember the two of us ever getting in trouble like that before. It felt...strangely familiar somehow. Kind of a happy, nostalgic feeling.
Lucina: Heh. I confess, it did have its moments...

B Support

Lucina: ...Morgan.
Morgan: Mmm?
Lucina: You know what I'm about to say, don't you?
Morgan: Um... Be sure to wash Falchion after I'm done cutting this apple?
Lucina: DON'T use Falchion to cut apples in the first place, you dolt!
Morgan: Eep! S-sorry! I'm sorry!
Lucina: You had best be more than just sorry... That sword is a national treasure of Ylisse and a final memento of my father. Would you use the last earthly remembrance of your dead father to cut FRUIT?! You've shamed the weapon that built your very homeland!
Morgan: Well, you've seen for yourself how big the apple is. And with no other knives around... B-besides, I've barely ever touched the thing before. I dunno, I...I got curious.
Lucina: ......
Morgan: So, um, a-are you... Yeah, you're mad.
Lucina: You've never held Falchion before?
Morgan: Not really, no. In the future, you always kept it by your side. And since we've been back here, I've maybe moved it from tent to tent once or twice.
Lucina: Then we don't know if you have the potential to wield it.
Morgan: Wait, it takes a special person to use it?
Lucina: I see there is much you do not know. This blade was forged with Naga's power and steeped in the exalt's bloodline. Only a select few are able to wield it, even among the Ylissean royal house.
Morgan: Huh. Well, I've never fought with it before—at least as far as I can remember. I suppose that means in the future I came from, I wasn't deemed worthy.
Lucina: That's not necessarily true, Morgan. I never did give you a chance to try it before I traveled back here. Honestly, I'm mortified we've come this far without ever putting it to the test.
Morgan: I have to admit, it'd be pretty amazing if I really could wield it. A brilliant tactician wielding a legendary sword... Mother would be so proud!
Lucina: Mostly I'm ashamed I never stopped to consider it. If you are, in fact, among Falchion's chosen, that is knowledge we need. There may come a time when it proves necessary for you to take it up.
Morgan: What, like if you're busy?
Lucina: Like if I'm dead, Morgan. Having someone able to wield it even after I'm gone would be a considerable asset. We must use any means at our disposal to ensure the future is saved. Now let's go put it to the test.
Morgan: ......
Lucina: Morgan?
Morgan: Aw, forget it. There's no way the sword would choose someone like me.
Lucina: You don't know that until you try. You yourself just said you wished you were able to wield it. So let's—
Morgan: I said NO! I'm not doing it! Don't make me... Don't make me practice for your death, Lucina!
Lucina: ...I understand how you feel, but we must be practical about this. We cannot afford to lose this war. No matter what happens or who dies.
Morgan: You think I don't know that?! But it's not... It's just not that simple, all right? Think of all that Mother's doing to protect us! Would you betray that?
Lucina: Not by choice, Morgan. Never by choice. ...But there are no guarantees in war.
Morgan: And that's supposed to make me feel better?! If it means you dying, I don't want anything to do with Falchion! And if you make me try, I'll only use it to chop up more apples, so there! This is pointless. I'm leaving.
Lucina: Morgan... He sure is stuck on this whole apple business...

A Support

Morgan: Lucina, is this, uh... Do you have a minute?
Lucina: What's wrong, Morgan? Why the serious face?
Morgan: I want you to help me see whether or not I can wield Falchion.
Lucina: Huh? You were so dead set against it. What changed?
Morgan: I did, I suppose. I thought about everything you said... About how we need to win this war by any means necessary. I was running away from that truth and from my duty to become a master tactician. But like you said, we need to be practical about this. ...So will you help me?
Lucina: Of course. I'll make the necessary preparations immediately. All right. I want you to strike at that log as if it were the enemy. If you lack the potential to wield Falchion, its blade will be dull as a stone. You will scarce knock the bark off your target. However, if you are among the blade's chosen, the log will be cleft in two.
Morgan: ......
Lucina: Here. Take Falchion.
Morgan: All right... Here we go... Hey, wait. What am I going to do if this DOES work? ...No. I'll worry about that later. No more doubts. This is a part of my duty... Here I go! RrrAAAGH! ...... ...Huh? I didn't feel anything.
Lucina: ...The log is unscathed. I'm sorry, Morgan. It seems you've not been chosen to wield Falchion.
Morgan: ......
Lucina: Don't take it too hard. This doesn't change who you are. You're still my brother, a son of Chrom, and a prince of Ylisse. Don't let this—
Morgan: ...Pffft. Heh heh ha ha ha!
Lucina: Morgan?!
Morgan: Ah ha ha ha, s-sorry, it's just... I was so worked up, I... I totally missed! I missed the log! Ah ha ha, hilarious!
Lucina: ...Heh. Heh heh. *ahem* Do try to be serious, Brother. You're making me laugh... *Sigh* I suppose we both got a little too wrapped up in this whole Falchion matter. It wound up souring the air between us, almost as if we'd been quarrelling. I far preferred that night we got in trouble for the giant bug...
Morgan: Oh, me too! ...Though at least this helped me firm up my resolve. Not doing what I can out of fear that the people I love might die is just...cowardice. If something should happen to you, I swear to keep fighting to the bitter end. But I still have no intention of letting that happen. The pain is too much to imagine. So let me protect you. It's the least your brother can do!
Lucina: I fear I, too, was running. I was afraid to make you a promise. But no more. I swear to you, here and now, that this war will not claim me. I refuse to leave you all alone, Brother, nor allow any harm to come to you. We will survive this together. We will forge a future of our own making.
Morgan: It's a promise!
Lucina: So it is sworn on Falchion. ...Oh, blast! I completely forgot that I'm on cooking duty tonight. Sorry, but I must be going.
Morgan: Ah, wait! Lucina, you forgot Falchion! ...So much for not leaving me all alone. Guess it's just you and me, Falchy. How's about one more swing for the road, seeing as I'll likely never touch you again? Hrrngh... YAAAAH! ...... ...Yup. Not a scratch. You just better do a damned good job of looking after my sister, you got that? If Lucina dies, you're getting demoted to royal fruit knife. Don't think I won't do it! ...All right, well, better get you back to her.
Chrom: ...Hmm? What's this log? Was someone training? Hmm, split perfectly in two. I've never seen such a clean cut before...

Basilio

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

C Support

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

B Support

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

A Support

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

Donnel

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

C Support

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

B Support

Morgan: Father? Do you have a moment?
Donnel: Course I do!
Morgan: Perfect! Then let's get started on Project Get Memories of Dad Back! Step one—figure how we're going to trigger some flashbacks. I've already tried banging my head against a post, but nothing. I mean, it made me dizzy and nauseated, but it didn't unearth any hidden memories. What do you think, Father? Perhaps a stone wall would work better?
Donnel: Uh... I don't reckon bangin' yer head will help none, Son. Maybe ya could try just starin' at me for a spell? Right into these here eyes.
Morgan: Argh, that's perfect! You're a genius! I must have seen your face a million times in the future. It's bound to bring SOMETHING back if I stare at it long enough. Okay, sorry to invade your personal space here, but... Here goes... ...... ......... ............ ............... Drats! It's not working. I don't remember a thing. It's like... Have you ever stared at a word so long it kind of fell apart? And you think, "Is that how that's spelled? Wait, is that even a real WORD?!" Except here it's "Is that what Father looked like?"
Donnel: Er, right. What say we put the memory project on the shelf for today?
Morgan: Sure... I'm still a little dizzy from banging the post earlier, to be honest... But this doesn't end here! I'm not giving up until I remember you, Father!

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*
Donnel: Hey now, Morgan, ain't no need for tears!
Morgan: B-but I know I must have loved you just as much as I loved Mother. I bet we had a million memories together, and the thought of having lost them... I feel like I failed you. Like I... Like I... *sob*
Donnel: Morgan…
Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry. I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-my head! ...Wha—?!
Donnel: What's wrong?!
Morgan: I...I 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.
Donnel: Take all the time ya need. I'll always be here for ya... Ya know that, right?
Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Dad.

Owain

Morgan (M)	Support information:			Owain
	C: 3 pts.	B: 8 pts.	A: 15 pts.

C Support

Owain: Ah ha! I've found you, Morgan!
Morgan: What? What's wrong? Has something happened?
Owain: Aye, the second I saw you, something happened! I knew you for my one and only rival!
Morgan: Beg your pardon?
Owain: My soul sensed your powerful aura, and at once realized our cosmic incongruity!
Morgan: Wow, I...must not have noticed.
Owain: You are the only one who could ever stand as my equal in battle. Now...ANSWER MY CALL!
Morgan: I'm still not sure what you're talking about, but you sound absolutely convinced. And to be honest, I find myself...intrigued. Even though it makes no earthly sense. I can't see how any self-respecting warrior could turn away such fiery passion.
Owain: Just so, my eternal ally-versary!
Morgan: Yes, it's so clear to me now. So obvious! Truly, we were fated to clash as rivals!
Owain: The gauntlet is thrown! Let our extremely protracted duel to the death begin! But let us not, in our haste for glory, forget to observe the one sacred rule of combat! ...When I'm shouting a move name, you have to wait for me to finish. I shall extend the same courtesy to you, as a fellow brother of the Justice Cabal.
Morgan: I agree to your terms, mortal foe! ...Though I doubt the enemies I've encountered would be quite so patient.
Owain: I fear the scum you've faced are berserkers, their honor lost to blood madness!
Morgan: I never knew…
Owain: Now, let us begin... Have at you, sir!
Morgan: Face me if you dare!

B Support

Owain: Come, my ordained ally-versary! Let our battle cries rend the very heavens above!
Morgan: May the song of our crossing blades echo unto eternity!
Owain: I shall be the first to strike! Radiaaant...DAAAAAAAAAWN!
Morgan: Too slow! I parry with ease!
Owain: Y-you do?!
Morgan: Is that all you've got, fiend?!
Owain: Impossible! How could he have defeated my ultimate special move?!
Morgan: Ha ha! My turn! Flamingo...PUUUUUUUNCH!
Owain: I don't even need to dodge such a pathetic fireball. I deflect it back at you! KA-PWING!
Morgan: Waugh?!
Owain: Heh heh. Child's play.
Morgan: But...how?! How did he return my arcane magic?!
Owain: It seems we're at a stalemate, my rival. Till next the fated hour is tolled!
Morgan: I'll not let you off so easy next time! I swear it! I SWEEEEEEEAR!
Owain: ......
Morgan: ......
Owain: Ah ha ha ha ha ha!
Morgan: Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Owain: That. Was. AMAZING!
Morgan: Oh my gosh, right?! You were great, Owain!
Owain: Hardly! For being new to this, you nearly blew me away!
Morgan: Please, you're too modest. I'm nowhere near as good as you. I'm surprised how much fun it is to think this stuff up on the fly.
Owain: And it only gets better from here! So...same time next week?
Morgan: Sure! I can't wait!

A Support

Owain: The bell tolls for thee, Morgan. The fated hour is upon us. I ready my true ultimate move…
Morgan: Actually, can you hold that thought for just a minute, Owain?
Owain: Craven! You would flee from this sacred duel?!
Morgan: No, no, I'm all set to go. I just thought I'd go invite some of the others, too.
Owain: The...others?
Morgan: Sure! Games like these are best in groups. The more the merrier, right?
Owain: ...A game? A GAME?! You dare insult the sacred affairs of the fated hour?! You dare compare our battle to the capering of fools upon a gilded stage?!
Morgan: No! I have nothing but respect for it! It always picks me up on slow days.
Owain: That is so not the point, Morgan!
Morgan: It isn't? I don't understand.
Owain: Oh, forget it. Just...forget it. And besides, the others wouldn't come anyway. They all treat me like an idiot when I make up moves.
Morgan: I've certainly never heard anyone say anything.
Owain: Trust me. They think I'm just a big kid. That's why I chose you as my rival. You take me seriously!
Morgan: Owain, I'm sorry. I didn't mean any disrespect by it.
Owain: No, it's fine. I know I'm pathetic. Just forget I said anything, all right?
Morgan: I don't think so.
Owain: What? Why not?
Morgan: Because it makes me happy to hear you speak from the heart. We may be eternal rivals, but we're friends first and last. You can tell me anything!
Owain: You... You mean that?
Morgan: Of course! If I can withstand your Nephenee's Lance attack, I think I can handle your feelings.
Owain: I still call no fair on that. I totally had you.
Morgan: Ha ha! You're dreaming. You've always been a dreamer, Owain. Everybody loves that about you. And they respect you for marching to the beat of your own drum.
Owain: I guess so.
Morgan: Well, I know so, friend. So have some confidence!
Owain: All right. I will! Thanks, Morgan. So, uh... Do you think we could still…
Morgan: The code of the Justice Cabal demands no less. Our rivalry is undying! Now help me come up with some new moves!
Owain: You got it!

Owain (as parent and child)

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

C Support

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

B Support

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

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*
Owain: Come now, Morgan. Such crying is unbecoming of a hero.
Morgan: B-but I know I must have loved you just as much as I loved Mother. I bet we had a million memories together, and the thought of having lost them... I feel like I failed you. Like I... Like I... *sob*
Owain: Morgan...
Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry. I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-my head! ...Wha—?!
Owain: What's wrong?!
Morgan: I...I 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.
Owain: Take all the time you need. I'll always be here for you... You know that, right?
Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Dad.

Inigo (as parent and child)

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

C Support

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

Inigo: What are you up to, Morgan?

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

Inigo: Heh, is that so?

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

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

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

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

B Support

Morgan: Father? Do you have a moment?

Inigo: Sure, I have time.

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

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

Morgan: Argh, that's perfect! You're a genius! I must have seen your face a million times in the future. It's bound to bring SOMETHING back if I stare at it long enough. Okay, 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?"

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

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

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*

Inigo: Come now, Morgan. No tears.

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

Inigo: Morgan...

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

Inigo: What's wrong?!

Morgan: I... I 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.

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

Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Dad.

Brady (as parent and child)

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

C Support

Morgan: Hmm... I wonder why I have no memory of my father... All my memories of Mother are so crisp and clear... I remember what an amazing tactician she was, all the time we studied together... But nothing at all about my father. It's one big blank.
Brady: Hey! Whatcha mumblin' about over there?
Morgan: Father! That's amazing! I was just thinking about you! Is this fate?! This is totally fate! Family-style fate! ...Wait, no. How did Mother put it? "We're not 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!
Brady: Huh. Is that so?
Morgan: Yup! Even without my memories, there's an invisible thread that links us. Er, but that reminds me... I was just wondering how I could have possibly forgotten you, Father. Do you think maybe you could help me get those memories back?
Brady: I suppose I could pitch in, yeah? After all—
Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! I'll start preparing. Oh, I can't wait to get started!
Brady: Why do I get the feeling I'm gonna regret this...

B Support

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

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*
Brady: Hey now! Stop that before ya get me all teary too, yeah?
Morgan: B-but I know I must have loved you just as much as I loved Mother. I bet we had a million memories together, and the thought of having lost them... I feel like I failed you. Like I... Like I... *sob*
Brady: Oh, for the love'a…
Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry. I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-my head! ...Wha—?!
Brady: What's wrong?!
Morgan: I...I 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.
Brady: Take all the time ya need, kid. I'll always be here for ya…
Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Dad.

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Cynthia

Morgan (M)	Support information:				Cynthia
	C: 4 pts.	B: 8 pts.	A: 13 pts.	S: 18 pts.

C Support

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cynthia: ...Well?

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

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

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

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

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

B Support

Cynthia: Hrmmm...

Morgan: Mmm? Cynthia?

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

Morgan: Is everything all right?

Cynthia: Oh. Hi, Morgan.

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

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

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

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

Morgan: ...But?

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

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

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

Morgan: Then I propose a little experiment.

Cynthia: Oh?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A Support

Morgan: Hey, Cynthia.

Cynthia: ...Morgan.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Morgan: Oh?

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

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

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

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

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

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

S Support

Cynthia: Morgaaan!

Morgan: Um, hi?

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

Morgan: Wh-what makes you say that?

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

Morgan: I really have no idea what you-

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

Morgan: ...Ah. That.

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

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

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

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

Cynthia: Then why did you?

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

Cynthia: Morgan...

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

Cynthia: ...You what?

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

Cynthia: ...I forgive you.

Morgan: ...Y-you do?

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

Morgan: Cynthia...

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

Morgan: Really?

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

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

Cynthia: Hey, that was actually pretty good!

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Yarne

Morgan (M)	Support information:			Yarne
	C: 3 pts.	B: 8 pts.	A: 15 pts.

C Support

Morgan: Ha ha, those guys are hilarious! Eating dinner as a big group is so much fun! And oof--I am stuffed! I'm gonna sleep well tonight... Oh, hey Yarne!

Yarne: Oh, uh... Hi, Morgan.

Morgan: What are you up to, off by yourself? The rest of us just finished dinner.

Yarne: You're chipper as always.

Morgan: Yarne, is everything all right? If you're not feeling well, I can get you something.

Yarne: No, nothing like that. I'm fine. I'm just surprised you can stay so cheery all the time. The war's got us in a constant panic, and you're an amnesiac on top of it! How do you do it?

Morgan: I never really stopped to think about it... I guess I was just born this way?

Yarne: Well, I'm jealous. I bet you're all smiles in the middle of combat, too, huh? I can't imagine wanting to fight, even if I were all bubbly...

Morgan: Well, maybe you wouldn't be so scared if I stuck close and kept you safe!

Yarne: You... You'd do that?

Morgan: Well, sure! We're in this thing together, aren't we? I'm happy to do what I can to help.

Yarne: Wow, Morgan. Thank you. I really appreciate that! If things get hairy out there, I'll be counting on you to save me!

Morgan: Ha! It's a promise!

B Support

Morgan: Hey, Yarne.

Yarne: Oh, hey. Did you need me?

Morgan: Off by yourself again? You should come eat with the rest of us!

Yarne: That's just it. I'm not exactly part of the rest of us. Two days after you showed up, you were already everybody's best friend. What's your secret?

Morgan: Aw, heck. I dunno!

Yarne: All I ever hear from the others is that I'm a big coward. They're always lecturing me.

Morgan: But you're just doing what you have to in order to keep the tagged bloodline going.

Yarne: See, YOU get it!

Morgan: Well, sure! You're the last of an entire race! Who wouldn't understand that?

Yarne: Literally everyone but you...

Morgan: Well, I think you're pretty brave to be fighting, given all that's riding on you. ...Hey, maybe that's why I'm so upbeat? Because I lost my memories?

Yarne: How would that make you happier?

Morgan: I don't have any grand fate or dark past to weigh me down. No heritage to carry on. I can just be me.

Yarne: And "just you" is a cheery guy?

Morgan: Apparently! Besides, in times this harsh, every group needs one joker to lighten the mood. I guess I fell into the role and I've been having too much fun to stop!

Yarne: You're something else, Morgan...

Morgan: Give it a try! I bet you'll be pleasantly surprised!

A Support

Yarne: Morgan! You're not gonna believe this!

Morgan: What? What happened?

Yarne: After we spoke, I decided to reach out and join the group. I've been talking to the others more, and I make it a point to keep smiling. Not like an idiot, mind you, but just... you know. All friendly-like.

Morgan: Great! How's it working out?

Yarne: It was pretty awkward at first, and everyone was still a bit cold. But they've since warmed up! Now I've got people dropping by to chat all the time!

Morgan: Hey, that's wonderful!

Yarne: For the first time, I actually feel like part of a team.

Morgan: Well, I'm really glad to hear it, Yarne.

Yarne: It never would have happened without your advice, Morgan. I'm really glad we started talking. I'd always watched you and wished I could be like that. Now I think I'm even ready to take the lead in combat and start protecting my friends!

Morgan: I don't know what to say, Yarne. I'm blown away. *sniff*

Yarne: Whoa, whoa, whoa--! Why are you tearing up?

Morgan: I'm just really, really happy for you. I'd noticed you before, you know? You always looked so lonely.

Yarne: I guess I was, until you came along. You're the best friend a tagged could ask for! And I'm going to keep at it until I'm as good a friend to you!

Morgan: I know it won't take but a week, tops!

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Gangrel

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

C Support

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

B Support

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

A Support

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

Walhart

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

C Support

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

B Support

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

A Support

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

Yen'fay

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

C Support

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

B Support

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

A Support

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

Priam

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

C Support

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

B Support

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

A Support

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