Chrom/Supports

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

Avatar (M)

C Support

Avatar: Can I ask you something, Chrom?

Chrom: Uh-oh. Should I be nervous?

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

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

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

Chrom: Isn't that enough?

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

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

Avatar: But why didn't-

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

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

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

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

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

Avatar: But-

Chrom: Peace, Avatar. I have heard your counsel, and I know you mean well. But as I said, this is who I am. I can't change that, nor would I want to.

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

Chrom: I will. I promise.

B Support

Avatar: Chrom! Are you all right?!

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

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

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

Avatar: You challenged him alone?!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A Support

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

Chrom: Only to patrol the immediate area.

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

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

Avatar: But if you know this, then why-

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

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

Chrom: Because.

Avatar: Becauuuse...?

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

Avatar: ...Probably not.

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

Avatar: Bonds? Between who?

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

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

Chrom: So you can watch my back?

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

Frederick

C Support

Frederick: I've completed my patrol of the encampment, milord. All appears to be in order. I found no sign of the enemy nearby. I believe we are safe here for the night.

Chrom: Good to hear. Thank you, Frederick.

Frederick: While on my rounds, I took it upon myself to inspect our weaponry as well. I've placed any items that showed exceptional wear outside your pavilion. Be your choice to sell or repair them, sire, I recommend swift action.

Chrom: ...Oh. Well, you HAVE been busy... Your work ethic always impresses, Frederick. I almost feel lazy by comparison.

Frederick: Nonsense. I've done nothing more than my duty as a knight of Ylisse. Oh, and beg pardon, milord, but I noticed you often cause a ruckus when training. With that in mind, I reinforced the tents near any open areas you're likely to use.

Chrom: Er, yes. I see. Sorry for the trouble.

Frederick: No trouble at all, milord. Happy to help. ...Also, with the nights growing colder, I procured blankets from a nearby village. I've readied a variety of colours so you might pick that which best suits you. If I may be so bold, sire, peach would seem to best flatter your complexion. But perhaps blue. Just to be safe? Yes, that's best. Blue it is! Here you are, milord. And two sets of spares, just in case.

Chrom: Frederick, do you never tire?

Frederick: Of course not, milord. I am here to serve. Ah, and one final thing: I've taken measures to raise troop numbers and morale. I had an artisan create posters emblazoned with your noble image. It's milord in a bold pose - naked, save a scale in one hand and a sword in the other. And at your feet, I scrawled our new recruiting motto: "Chrom Wants You!" I had them pinned inside each and every tent. Surely the troops will be thrilled to rally behind their common leader, milord.

Chrom: ...Wait. You did what?! In whose... You hung this pict... In EVERYONE'S tent?!

Frederick: No need for thanks, milord. Merely doing my duty. And that concludes my report. Rest well, sire!

Chrom: F-Frederick! Wait! We really need to... talk. ...Oh, gods. I've got to tear those posters down before anyone sees them!

B Support

Frederick: My deepest apologies, milord. Had I known you'd run from tent to tent rending the posters, I never would have-

Chrom: Gods, I've never been so embarrassed in all my days! My sister nearly pulled a muscle laughing! Listen, Frederick. We need to talk. I know everything you do is for my sake, and I appreciate it. But it's... Well, at times, it's a little extreme. And other times it's damn near traumatic! I'm a grown man, Frederick, and I'm capable of taking care of myself.

Frederick: 'Tis not my place to doubt your capability, milord, but I've duties as a knight. If anything were to happen to you or Lissa, I couldn't... I don't know if I could stand it.

Chrom: But you do see the difference between being a knight and being a nanny?

Frederick: ...I'm sorry, milord, but I would risk your embarrassment rather than forsake my duty.

Chrom: ...Fine! Fine. Let's try this again. Let's pretend you're "milord," and I'm your loyal knight. Now, let's say you sneeze. Just one little sneeze... Suddenly I come dashing up to you with blanket and tea in hand! Or, let's imagine you make an off-hand remark about how fish sounds good... And I ride across two mountains to a freezing river to secure dinner! Or, heavens preserve us, let's suppose you look tired, or perhaps even yawn... So I bring a parade of increasingly arcane herbal cures to your tent for the next hour! How would that make you feel?

Frederick: Milord, I... I would be enraged, milord. And humiliated.

Chrom: You see? At some point, such assistance becomes a burden. I respect your sense of duty as a knight, but you must be sane about it! You waste too much time and energy on my sister and myself, and it saddens us. If you want to make us happy, take some time for yourself. Relax! Enjoy your life!

Frederick: ...Is that an order, sire?

Chrom: *sigh* If it was, I've no doubt you would obey without question. But that would defeat the point. It's not an order, Frederick. It's a request. ...From one friend to another.

Frederick: Milord... Very well. If it is your wish, I shall limit my actions to a bare minimum. I apologise for any trouble my efforts may have caused until now.

Chrom: Thanks for understanding. And for your dedication.

Frederick: It is my pleasure to serve, milord. Er, that is... within reason.

A Support

Frederick: ...And that concludes today's report, milord.

Chrom: All right. Thank you, Frederick.

Frederick: *sigh*

Chrom: Now there's something I never expected to hear. Is everything all right, Frederick?

Frederick: Oh! M-my apologies, sire! I did not mean for you to hear that.

Chrom: It's fine, but are you all right? You're not coming down with something, are you?

Frederick: Not at all, milord. I'm the picture of health.

Chrom: Then why have you seemed so exhausted lately? You looked pale as a sheet this morning! I thought a Risen had entered our camp. The other Shepherds are worried as well. Is something the matter?

Frederick: Milord, I apologise again. I'm just... You see... I feel I've been of no use to either you or Lissa of late...

Chrom: Hmm? What was that? You're mumbling.

Frederick: N-nothing, milord! It's nothing. Perhaps I simply need a bit of sleep.

Chrom: Then go rest! And if there's anything bothering you, come tell me straight away. Oh, but before you go... Thank you for patching the holes in everyone's tents. I know mine is a lot more comfortable without that blasted draft.

Frederick: But milord, I... How did you know?

Chrom: Who else would fix a tiny detail like that after a long day of battle?! So again, my friend, thank you. From everyone. There are days I think this entire army would fall apart if not for you.

Frederick: Milord, I... I don't know what to say. Your praise is the highest honour!

Chrom: Ha ha! It's just the truth, Frederick. That's all. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go speak with Avatar.

Frederick: Yes, of course. Avatar's tent is... that way, wasn't it? I'll get started straight away, milord!

Chrom: Get started... Are you clearing the gravel?! Frederick, what in the world are you doing?!

Frederick: It wouldn't do to have you trip up and hurt yourself, sire! Surely you see... ...Ah! Are you worried you could trip over ME, then? Of course. Not to worry, sire! I have a plan that will let me clear the path well ahead of you.

Chrom: Um... Frederick?

Frederick: Is something amiss, milord? Ah, of course! The reeds are a hazard as well. I'll just pluck them here...

Chrom: That's... not what I was going to say.

Frederick: So careless of me, sire! I'll have the devils uprooted in just a moment!

Chrom: Oh, for the love of...

Frederick: All clear, sire! You can stride through camp without worry or delay!

Chrom: (Is this his idea of keeping things to a minimum?) Still, I suppose if it keeps him happy...

Frederick: Mmm? Did you say something, milord?!

Chrom: Er... Frederick?! For the love of the gods! I have a meeting with Avatar!

Frederick: Oh, yes, here he/she is now. Hello, Avatar. Do pardon the intrusion.

Chrom: Frederick! We don't need you to... You can dust later! And actually, you don't need to dust Avatar at all, Frederick! ...FREDERICK!

Sumia

C Support

Sumia: Oh! There you are!

Chrom: Hello, Sumia. Did you need something?

Sumia: Um, no. Avatar is just looking for you.

Chrom: Oh, right. The strategy meeting. Poor Avatar does love to... AAAAAAARGH!

Sumia: Chrom! Are you all right?!

Chrom: Y-yes, I'm fine. I just tripped on a pebble. Gods, how embarrasing.

Sumia: It's because you're so exhausted! You've been working too hard lately.

Chrom: I'm fine, Sumia. And besides, we're all tired. Such endless fighting wears on everyone.

Sumia: Chrom, you've no need to don a brave face for my sake. You carry twice the burden of anyone. It's only natural you're exhausted.

Chrom: Heh. You're kind to say so. But in truth, everyone looks to their commander for inspiration and strength. An army is only as stalwart as its leader. The instant I show weakness, we're through.

Sumia: It must be so hard for you...

Chrom: I'll...be fine. And please, don't speak of this conversation to anyone. All right?

Sumia: N-no! Of course not! I would never—

Chrom: Ha ha! At ease, Sumia. And stop worrying so much! It'll take more than a few battles to bring this soldier to his knees.

Sumia: I know! You're the greatest warrior that I've ever... Huh. I just realized something.

Chrom: What is it?

Sumia: You trusted me with a secret! It's our first secret together!

Chrom: Um...yes, I suppose it is.

Sumia: Don't worry. My lips are sealed tighter than a bear trap. ...So long as you promise to take a nap before the strategy meeting!

Chrom: ...What?

Sumia: I'll just tell Avatar that you've been delayed.

Chrom: And if I don't agree to your terms?

Sumia: Then I'll tell everyone the mighty Chrom was bested by a mere pebble!

Chrom: That sounds like blackmail... Still, I suppose a short nap couldn't hurt.

Sumia: Ooh, it's so thrilling to be able to help out like this! Anyway, I'll leave you to it. Sweet dreams!

Chrom: That girl has a strange knack for getting her way...

B Support

Sumia: Chrom? Where are you? Hel-LOOOO?

Chrom: ...I'm right here, Sumia.

Sumia: Oh! There you are. Um, so...here. I baked you a pie.

Chrom: Really? Well, this is a surprise. ...Mmm! It smells amazing!

Sumia: You've been working so hard recently, I thought you must be tired... My mother used to bake me rhubarb-and-fiddlehead pie, and it always perked me up.

Chrom: Rhubarb and...fiddleheads? No mutton? Or goat? ...Or bear? I usually prefer a bit of meat in my pies.

Sumia: Absolutely not! Meat is the last thing you need when your body's worn out! A stick of rhubarb will clear your bowels and get you right as rain in no time. That's what my mother used to say anyway—and she was always right!

Chrom: Heh. Old Nurse Nan used to say the same when I was young.

Sumia: See? They can't both be wrong. Now eat your pie while I go clean your smallclothes. I see quite a pile forming on the far side of your cot there! ...Well? Go on! Don't mind me now—just eat your pie!

Chrom: Er, well, if you insist. ...Gods, I HATE rhubarb. But if Sumia thinks it'll make me feel better, I suppose I should force it down... Mmm? Hey, this isn't bad... In fact, it's delicious!

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Chrom: ...Well, that was about the best pie I've ever had.

Sumia: ...Hel-LOOOO? Chrom? I'm baaaaack! Oh, have you finished already?

Chrom: I did, and it was amazing! Usually rhubarb makes me queasy, but not this time! What's your secret?

Sumia: Oh, nothing special. Just a bit of spice here and a pinch of herb there... You can make something taste like anything if you know the tricks.

Chrom: Well, Sumia, I'm more than impressed. You're a true wizard of the kitchen.

Sumia: Oh, I'm so glad you liked it. Now then! How about a cup of elderberry tea?

Chrom: Hold on! You made me a pie, so I should be making YOU tea. Just let me boil some water here...

Sumia: Oh, Chrom... This is too much. Really. Hee hee! I knew he'd love the pie! Especially since it took me 15 tries to get it right...

A Support

Sumia: Chrom! Hel-LOOOOOO?!

Chrom: Oh, hey, Sumia.

Sumia: Look! I baked you another pie.

Chrom: Sumia, you are too much. Where do you find all the time and energy for this?

Sumia: Oh, it's nothing. Really! Hardly any trouble at all. Except for finding veggies. ...And grinding flour. ...Oh, and kneading dough. But apart from THAT, it's easy as...well, pie! I like doing it. Really. Honest.

Chrom: Well, if you say so.

Sumia: Oh, I do say so! And today I made an extra big one so we can eat it together!

Chrom: A pie shared with friends is twice as tasty. Or so my old Nurse Nan said. ...Listen, Sumia. I'm... I'm sorry. About bringing you into all this, I mean. You deserve better than a battlefield, but right now that's where I need you.

Sumia: Oh, Chrom... It's an honor and a privilege to serve you. Besides, serving as a soldier isn't all that bad. There are lots of things I like about it.

Chrom: Truly? Like what?

Sumia: Well, the horses are fun!

Chrom: You mean the pegasus? Er, pegasuses? ...Pegasi?

Sumia: Those too! I love swooping through the sky—it's so exhilarating. But I like looking after them even more. Combing manes, brushing teeth...

Chrom: You do spend a lot of time in the stables, now that I think about it.

Sumia: I do hate that they have to fight. When I see them in the thick of battle... I know we need them if we're to win this war. It can't be helped. But, it makes my heart ache every time I see such a beautiful creature hurt.

Chrom: I don't know what to say, Sumia. Except to thank you again. Thank you for all the sacrifices you're making for my sake. I swear that I will do everything in my power to end this war quickly. And I promise to build a peace that will endure for generations.

Sumia: I know you will, Chrom. And I'm going to help you do it!

S Support

Chrom: Sumia?

Sumia: Oh, hello, Chrom.

Chrom: I...I was looking for you. Have you been here long?

Sumia: Actually, I'd just finished baking a pie. I was about to go...look for you.

Chrom: I don't deserve any more of your pies, Sumia. You're being too kind to me.

Sumia: Hee hee! Oh, not at all. I LIKE looking after you!

Chrom: Not as much as looking after the pegasi, I wager.

Sumia: No, not as much as... Wait! NO! I MUCH prefer looking after you!

Chrom: Listen, Sumia. I was looking for you because...I have a favor to ask.

Sumia: You don't have to ask for favors. I'll do anything your heart desires...

Chrom: Er, see, I was hoping... If you were willing... Maybe you might do me the honor... Um...

Sumia: Do you want more pies? Because I'll bake until my hands fall off!

Chrom: P-pies? No, er, what I'm trying to say is... I'm thinking of the rest of our lives and...

Sumia: You want pies every day until you die? We, that's a tall order, but if you—

Chrom: This is not about pies! Just listen!

Sumia: ...Muh?

Chrom: S-sorry, Sumia. This isn't how I thought... Oh, I'm ruining this whole thing! What I want to ask is...will you grant me the honor of...being my wife?

Sumia: Chrom?! Are you...proposing?

Chrom: Yes! You've done so much for me... Your kindness has warmed my heart. And somewhere between the fifth and sixth pie I thought to myself... "Chrom, you must marry this woman and maker her happy for the rest of her life!"

Sumia: I...I don't know what to say. But in truth, I've felt the same way since the very first pie...before that, even. I've known from the start that nothing made me happier than...being with you. But, I never dreamed... Not in a thousand... I mean, me? Marry royalty?!

Chrom: You shall be the finest royal bride the realm has ever seen! Er, that is...if you consent?

Sumia: Of COURSE I'll marry you!

Chrom: No words ever rang as sweet! But now we must make it official. Will you wear this for me?

Sumia: B-but this ring bears the crest of the royal family of house Ylisse! Are you sure I'm allowed to have such a treasure?

Chrom: This was crafted to commemorate my birth, and later given to me by my father. Since my earliest days I have planned to bestow it to the woman I would marry. It is yours now. A symbol of our everlasting love and affection.

Sumia: Oh, Chrom, I'm...I'm so honored. I will treasure it all of my days.

Chrom: Then our future is sure to be filled with happiness and pies, both!

Sumia: Oh, yes! We will have pies morning, noon, and night! ...Er, but would you mind terribly if we hired a cook?

Lucina

C Support

Lucina: Might I ask for a lesson, Father? I would love to learn the sword from you.

Chrom: You're a master in your own right already. What could I possibly teach you? You're likely better served training alone where you can hone your own style.

Lucina: But I was hoping that you might... That we could...

Chrom: Hmm?

Lucina: ...I'm sorry. If it's a bother, I won't insist.

Chrom: I never said it was a bother. I just meant that with your level of skill, you'd be...

Lucina: ...

Chrom: ...Heh. Fine. Go fetch a pair of practice blades.

Lucina: Wonderful! I just so happen to have two right here...

Chrom: Well, someone's certainly prepared. Very well, let's begin.

Lucina: Yes, sir!

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Chrom: Hnngh!

Lucina: Yaaah!

Chrom: Ngh...

Lucina: ...Urgh!

Chrom: ...Impressive as ever. I was certain I dodged that one, but you nicked my shoulder.

Lucina: Still, you had me soundly beat. Had you not held back on that blow to my chest, I'd have a few shattered ribs. I was right to think you still have much to teach me. We'll have to make these lessons a habit.

Chrom: Wait, you didn't just... Did you throw that match just so we'd continue doing this?

Lucina: Why, Father... I would never!

Chrom: ...Devious. I see I'll have to keep a closer eye on you, heh.

B Support

Chrom: All right. That should do it for today's training. Let's stop here.

Lucina: Thank you, Father.

Chrom: It still feels so strange to hear you call me that...

Lucina: You don't like it?

Chrom: No, no. It's not that I dislike it. It's just... different, is all. I'm still wrestling with the reality that I have a child, and that that child is you.

Lucina: I see.

Chrom: Oh, but don't tell your mother. You know how she can be.

Lucina: Ha! It always seemed to me like you told her everything... In the future, I mean... You two were always so close.

Chrom: Oh, come now. You make us sound like a pair of fawning lovebirds. I'm sure we would never embarrass ourselves, especially at court...

Lucina: So you say, but your blushing face seems a little less certain! ...Heh. It feels good to share a secret. It's been too long. You were always sharing little titbits with me in the future.

Chrom: Was the future me really so furtive? I don't think of myself as a man of secrets.

Lucina: Oh, they were just silly little things. Still, it gave me a thrill to hear them.

Chrom: So the future me wasn't so much furtive, but more of a hopelessly doting father?

Lucina: Well, there was one thing you never did tell me.

Chrom: Oh?

Lucina: ...How you and mother first met.

Chrom: That's... not the sort of story a daughter needs to hear.

Lucina: It's certainly one this daughter would LIKE to hear! Why don't we make a little wager? If I manage to defeat you, you'll tell me.

Chrom: ...I'm not so sure that's...

Lucina: That certain you'll lose, eh?

Chrom: Hmph! ...Very well. I accept.

Lucina: Then get ready, Father, because I'm serious about hearing this story!

Chrom: And I'm serious about not telling it - so likewise!

A Support

Lucina: I'm ready for today's training, Father.

Chrom: Before we begin, I have a question.

Lucina: Oh?

Chrom: It's something I'd been meaning to ask for some time now. Once this war is over, will you be able to return to your own world?

Lucina: ...I don't know. Even if it were possible to cross the bounds of time again, my world itself may be lost. Naga said as much before we left.

Chrom: I see.

Lucina: But don't worry, Father. Once peace is returned, I'll leave you to your life.

Chrom: What? Why?

Lucina: I understand I don't belong in this time. I'll not have myself become a burden.

Chrom: Lucina! I never want to hear you say such a thing again!

Lucina: Father?

Chrom: I've told you before, you are no burden. You could never be a burden!

Lucina: But...

Chrom: I fear I'm not very adept at putting these sorts of things into words... But it's clear you need to hear something, so listen well.

Lucina: ...All right. I'm listening.

Chrom: Lucina... I am so very grateful for you. Grateful that you were born... That you grew into such a fine and noble woman... Grateful you withstood terrible hardship and risked all you knew to come here... I haven't the words to express how much it all means to me. None, save "thank you".

Lucina: Father...

Chrom: You're my daughter and my friend. You will always have a place at my side.

Lucina: Father, I... Th-thank... Oh, Father! *sob*

Chrom: Shhh, it's all right, Lucina. There, there, it's all right now. Daddy's here for you...