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===C | ===C Support=== | ||
'''Dwyer''': Hmm... Where did Shigure run off to? I doubt that he's out here in the hills or fields, but I couldn't find him at camp... It's probably worth it to look, at least. <br> | |||
'''Shigure''': *singing* <br> | |||
'''Dwyer''': Wait, is that him? Why is he sitting on that tree stump all the way out here? And who are all those peop— No, those aren't people... They look like forest animals... Bears, rabbits, squirrels... Is that a wolf? How can they all be sitting together so calmly? <br> | |||
'''Shigure''': I think that's enough for one day. How did you all enjoy it? <br> | |||
'''Dwyer''': ...It looks like he's trying to hold a conversation with them. <br> | |||
'''Shigure''': Ah! Who's there?! Oh no! Come back!<br> | |||
'''Dwyer''': Um... Sorry about that. I didn't mean to make them all run away... That was my fault, Shigure. <br> | |||
'''Shigure''': They were just startled, Dwyer. Frankly, I was too! But don't worry about it. They can't help being a little shy. So tell me, what are you doing all the way out here? <br> | |||
'''Dwyer''': Well, I came here looking for you. Even though we're siblings, we didn't get to grow up together, right? You're my brother, but I don't know the first thing about you. I thought we could talk. <br> | |||
'''Shigure''': O-oh, I see... I don't know what to say. I'm really not the most interesting person around... You might have a better time talking with someone more outgoing. <br> | |||
'''Dwyer''': Don't say that... <br> | |||
'''Shigure''': Please, you shouldn't feel obligated to be my friend just because we're related. Honestly, I'm not in the most social mood right now. Please, excuse me... <br> | |||
''(Shigure leaves)''<br> | |||
'''Dwyer''': H-hey, don't leave... What's with him? | |||
===B | ===B Support=== | ||
'''Dwyer''': *sigh*... I wonder where Shigure is today... Maybe he went back to that clearing again. He's probably surrounded by all those forest animals... Yeah, looks like I was right. Hello, Shigure…<br> | |||
'''Shigure''': Dwyer?! What are you doing out here? Ah! No! Don't go! <br> | |||
'''Dwyer''': Those critters sure are fast. I'm sorry, Shigure. I didn't mean to scare them off again... <br> | |||
'''Shigure''': N-no, don't worry about it. They aren't used to other people being around here. It's easy to startle them. <br> | |||
'''Dwyer''': Oh... It's amazing how well you get along with all of them. We may have the same parents, but I could never do what you do. <br> | |||
'''Shigure''': Why were you looking for me again? Did you need something? <br> | |||
'''Dwyer''': Yes. I still want to know more about you. We are brothers, but you treat me like I'm some stranger. Don't you get lonely out here? <br> | |||
'''Shigure''': Occasionally... Listen, I'm sorry for being cold the other day. The truth is, it makes me happy that you care so much. I'm your brother, and I don't want to let you down. <br> | |||
'''Dwyer''': You really mean it? Would you mind if I stuck around here with you for a while? Maybe you could call back those animal friends of yours. <br> | |||
'''Shigure''': Honestly, I don't think they would be comfortable around you. <br> | |||
'''Dwyer''': Oh, they won't? But they seem so fond of you... Maybe if I'm really nice and work hard, I can win them over too... <br> | |||
'''Shigure''': Hmm... I'm not sure if this will help, but... Animals are highly attuned to the feelings of people around them. Most likely, they detected something in you that drove them off. <br> | |||
'''Dwyer''': But why would I be angry at a bunch of cute animals? <br> | |||
'''Shigure''': They can sense what you were thinking. Were you sizing them up to figure out which one might make a tasty dinner? Even just for a moment? <br> | |||
'''Dwyer''': Shigure, are you trying to make fun of me? <br> | |||
'''Shigure''': Of course not, I'm sorry. That's just the biggest reason I could think of for them to run away. I appreciate how sincere you are about befriending them. I'll try to think of what can be done to make them feel safe around you. There has to be a way to help out my kindhearted brother. <br> | |||
'''Dwyer''': I hope you're right... | |||
===A | ===A Support=== | ||
'''Dwyer''': Hello, Shigure... <br> | |||
'''Shigure''': What's wrong, Dwyer? You look troubled. <br> | |||
'''Dwyer''': Erm... I wanted to talk about the animals from the other day... <br> | |||
'''Shigure''': Oh? Did you want to go pay them a visit? I was just about to head in that direction if you want to come along... Are you ready to prove that you don't mean them any harm? <br> | |||
'''Dwyer''': Yeah, about that... I've given it a lot of thought. The truth is, I think you were right about me feeling upset when I saw them... <br> | |||
'''Shigure''': What do you mean? <br> | |||
'''Dwyer''': When I noticed how well you got along with them, I couldn't help being jealous. In that moment, I just wanted them to go away so that we could hang out... That's why they thought I was a threat. I feel terrible for being so mean... <br> | |||
'''Shigure''': Dwyer, I'm glad you thought about this and talked to me. <br> | |||
'''Dwyer''': The point is, I can't go back out there again. I would be so embarrassed... <br> | |||
'''Shigure''': Don't say that! You should absolutely go back. By opening up, you've changed, and the animals will be able to tell. I think they'll be more welcoming. <br> | |||
'''Dwyer''': I'm not sure... <br> | |||
'''Shigure''': Well I am. You didn't have to say that you were feeling jealous. But you did anyway. That tells me that you've got a good soul. They'll be able to see that, too. Look! There's a rabbit hopping this way. <br> | |||
'''Dwyer''': Ahh... What do I do? <br> | |||
'''Shigure''': Just calm down... Relax, and take a breath. Quiet your mind and be peaceful... Just think about how you want to be friends with the furry critter. <br> | |||
'''Dwyer''': Uh, sure, OK. I'll try... Wow, he's letting me pet him... This rabbit is so friendly. <br> | |||
'''Shigure''': See? Everything worked out just fine. <br> | |||
'''Dwyer''': Yeah... Just like you said it would. <br> | |||
'''Shigure''': Now you can meet all of the other animals! I think you will get along with everyone. Let's wander to the clearing in the woods. I bet your friends will be waiting there. <br> | |||
'''Dwyer''': Thanks, Shigure... | |||
==[[Sophie]]== | ==[[Sophie]]== |
Revision as of 02:33, 26 September 2017
This page contains all data pertaining to Dwyer's supports in Fire Emblem Fates.
Corrin (M)
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C Support
Corrin: Hmm. I have the strangest sensation that someone's following me…
Dwyer: Hi there.
Corrin: Dwyer? Are you stalking me?
Dwyer: Not you. Your sleeve.
Corrin: What?
Dwyer: If you wouldn't mind...? Your sleeve... has a little hole...right... ...there. May I?
Corrin: Fix it? Uh, sure.
Dwyer: Mm-hmm, mm-hmm. There. That should do it.
Corrin: Thanks. I didn't even know my shirt had a hole—or that you could sew.
Dwyer: It was nothing. Less than nothing. Infinitely less than nothing. I'm sure my father makes a huge deal out of mending torn sleeves. But I? In like the wind. Out like a whisper.
Corrin: So I see.
Dwyer: I heard my father sing your praises. May I...?
Corrin: Er, may you what?
Dwyer: Sing your praises. Nothing would make me happier.
Corrin: I suppose. But I haven't really done much worth praising so highly.
Dwyer: Then I will sing that to the heavens! He has done so little! ♪
Corrin: Please, that's not necessary. But thank you.
Dwyer: Now, to make you tea. Now, I'm sure my father has made you tea in his buttling duties. But his tea is the water from the pot of your chamber compared to mine. Prepare to be carried away on a magic carpet ride of tea excellence. Just take a seat over there, if you will, and I'll get the water boiling.
Corrin: Uh, thanks?
B Support
Dwyer: Hi there, Lord Corrin. I'm ready to lavish more superior buttling on you.
Corrin: There's really no need, Dwyer. I've already got—
Dwyer: Observe! A covered cart of pastries! And here the cover comes off... Behold! A mélange of muffins! A panorama of cheesecakes! A scone or two. All baked for your pleasure. By me. Your humble servant.
Corrin: Oh, Dwyer. Thank you. But I can really eat only one—
Dwyer: Eat one? Of course. That's not insulting at all. Why, I should have better gauged the capacity of your stomach. You can eat the rest later. I had prepared a flight of teas to match your full course of pastries. But you leave me no choice. I'll make you ONE cup of perfect tea. Watch the master at work...
Corrin: Oh, Dwyer! That actually smells amazing. What's in that tea?
Dwyer: The finest leaves. The freshest water. Boiled, brewed—and then tickled.
Corrin: You...tickled the tea?
Dwyer: Anything for you.
Corrin: But you know you're not my butler, right? We're friends.
Dwyer: ......
Corrin: Uh, Dwyer?
Dwyer: Are you firing me?
Corrin: What? No! I just feel bad that you're going to all this trouble. I could never do all this for you.
Dwyer: Don't worry yourself with how to ever repay me. It's my pleasure.
Corrin: All right, Dwyer. Keep the muffins coming. If you insist.
Dwyer: I do. And I will. But I feel like I must outdo myself tomorrow. Ah! I know. I will make you the perfect cup of tea.
Corrin: I think this is perfect enough.
Dwyer: That?! That is FILTH. The perfect cup requires mint from a nearly unclimbable cliff near here. How will I get it though? It's hardly ever at the market in town. Hmph!
Corrin: Well, don't put yourself out too much. Like I said, this tea is good.
Dwyer: Good, eh? I will bear that insult in the best of spirits. Think nothing of it. I will get that mint for you somehow. I swear it on my life.
Corrin: Th-thanks, Dwyer.
A Support
Corrin: Hi, Dwyer. Can I bother you for a moment?
Dwyer: Do you have to ask, Lord Corrin? No, you don't.
Corrin: I have something for you.
Dwyer: For me?
Corrin: I wanted to do a little something for you. Since you go above and beyond for me.
Dwyer: Unnecessary. You shouldn't have. I will pen you a thank-you note. With paper I will make from fresh pulp. With a feather plucked from a goose. And ink squeezed from a squid. I'll just go do that now.
Corrin: No, wait. I haven't even given you my gift yet, Dwyer. Here, open it.
Dwyer: But these... Are these...? They can't be... These are the mint leaves for the perfect cup of tea.
Corrin: You did want these, didn't you?
Dwyer: Please tell me you found these at the town market. Please!
Corrin: No. I had to find them in the wild.
Dwyer: Not atop the nearly unclimbable cliffs! No, you didn't!
Corrin: I did. I have to admit, it was a little scary getting up there.
Dwyer: ......
Corrin: So, you like it, right?
Dwyer: Are you kidding? NO! Who in their right mind would like this?!
Corrin: Excuse me?
Dwyer: You put yourself in terrible danger to get this mint. It makes me sick. Get this mint AWAY from me!
Corrin: I...I don't know what to say.
Dwyer: Just to be clear—I've pledged myself to your happiness. Muffins galore! Cheesecake beyond compare! Scones, if you must. I'll shine your shoes so bright, you'll blind yourself looking at them. And, of course, I'll make you tea. But I can't do any of that if you're lying in a broken heap at the bottom of a cliff.
Corrin: I'm sorry.
Dwyer: Sorry doesn't cut the mustard. Promise me, Lord Corrin. Tell me you'll never do anything so utterly idiotic ever again.
Corrin: Oh. I promise?
Dwyer: Well, now that we've settled that, care for a cup of mint tea?
Corrin: What? But you just—
Dwyer: What's done is done. Still, it'd be a tragedy to let this mint go to waste. I'll get the water on the boil right away, Lord Corrin...
Corrin (F)
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C Support
Dwyer: Good day, Lady Corrin. Can I ask you for a small favor?
Corrin: Of course. How can I help you, Dwyer?
Dwyer: I just made a pot of tea, and I was wondering if you would sample it.
Corrin: Well, that's easy! Sure, let me have a sip. Mmm. It's really good.
Dwyer: I see. Any further detail you care to offer?
Corrin: Oh! Sure. Let's see... It's a bit floral. And do I detect hints of vanilla? In any case, it's delicious, Dwyer! Just the way I like my tea!
Dwyer: Yes, your perception is correct. How would you say it compares to my father's tea?
Corrin: Um, well... It's pretty similar, to be honest. Perhaps that's why I like it so much!
Dwyer: I see... I should have you know that when it comes to my skills as a butler... I have no intention of taking second place to my father. So, please understand that I will be redoubling my efforts to please you.
Corrin: Um, that's really not necessary...
B Support
Dwyer: Hello, Lady Corrin. I have another favor to ask of you.
Corrin: Certainly. How can I help?
Dwyer: I've baked some cookies. Would it be too much trouble for you to try one?
Corrin: Dwyer, I'd be more than happy to try one of your cookies. But please...you don't need to ask me like it's some big favor.
Dwyer: I don't know. What if they're terrible? It's a new recipe—completely untested.
Corrin: Well, let's see. *munch* *munch* They're unbelievable, of course.
Dwyer: Thank you, Lady Corrin. Do you have any suggestions or other feedback for me?
Corrin: Yes, actually.
Dwyer: Oh...this doesn't sound good.
Corrin: Relax, Dwyer. It's just...well, I need you to relax in general, actually.
Dwyer: I don't understand. I'm quite relaxed. Whenever I'm not working, you'll find me sleeping.
Corrin: Maybe so, but I feel like you're trying too hard to impress me...or defeat your father. There's no competition. You don't need to do that.
Dwyer: ...
Corrin: I want you to think of us as friends. Please treat me as you would any other friend.
Dwyer: I'm afraid that isn't possible. You're my boss.
Corrin: That's not really true. And even if it WERE true, I'd ask that you treat me as a friend.
Dwyer: I think I understand. I'm being a nuisance. I'll do my best to stay out of your way.
Corrin: No! That's not it! Dwyer, I want you to treat me as an equal. I want us to be comrades fighting together. Nothing more, nothing less.
Dwyer: Equals? Comrades? You and I?
Corrin: Yes!
Dwyer: Understood. However, I hope that you'll allow me to continue assisting you as a butler.
Corrin: If you insist. However, I insist that you allow me to assist YOU as a butler sometimes, too.
Dwyer: Uh...OK. As long as my father never sees you acting as my butler...I think I'm OK with that.
A Support
Dwyer: Hello, Lady Corrin. Would you be interested in a pot of tea?
Corrin: Hey, Dwyer. Sure, that would hit the spot right now!
Dwyer: Excellent. I'll have it ready in a moment. By the way, I just wanted to say that it's always my pleasure to serve you. You are a kind and fair master, and—
Corrin: Dwyer, I thought I told you to lay off that whole "master" thing.
Dwyer: Ah...my apologies. It's just that you have such a pleasant disposition... And Father always says—
Corrin: What does your father have to do with this?
Dwyer: Everything, I'm afraid. Ah, the tea is ready. Please, have a sip before we continue.
Corrin: Thank you, Dwyer. Mmm, it's perfect, as always.
Dwyer: And how is it compared to my father's?
Corrin: Dwyer, for the last time... Jakob is very skilled at what he does. And so are you. Both of you make a wonderful pot of tea. Why does it have to be a competition?
Dwyer: I...I don't know. But, for your sake, I will try to refrain from competing with my father.
Corrin: That's good to hear. Now, how would you like some fresh-baked cookies?
Dwyer: What?!
Corrin: It's like I told you before. We're friends. Friends can do nice things for each other.
Dwyer: Well...thank you, I guess. *crunch* *crunch* These are amazing. How did you get such depth of flavor?
Corrin: Ha! It's an old trick. I browned the butter before I mixed it into the batter.
Dwyer: I see... Wait until my father tastes my next test batch... I mean, thank you, Lady Corrin.
S Support
Dwyer: Sorry to bother you, Lady Corrin, but would you like anything to eat?
Corrin: Oh, hello, Dwyer. No, thanks. I'm not hungry.
Dwyer: Hmm, I see. Not even a small trifle? I actually have something perfect in mind...
Corrin: No, really, I'm fine at the moment. Thank you, though.
Dwyer: Um...
Corrin: What's wrong, Dwyer?
Dwyer: It's just...I've been working on a new recipe that I thought you would like...
Corrin: Well, why didn't you say so? I'd be happy to try a small bite.
Dwyer: Excellent! Yes, a small bite should suffice, I think. You should also probably avoid biting down with excessive force... Just a very small nibble, right...here!
Corrin: What the hell did you put inside my cookie, Dwyer?
Dwyer: Please...just break it in two if you'd rather be on the safe side.
Corrin: You didn't bake a ring into it or anything clichéd like that, did you? Haha!
Dwyer: Well...
Corrin: Oh, Dwyer...
Dwyer: Lady Corrin...will you marry me? I promise to take care of you for the rest of my life.
Corrin: No.
Dwyer: I see. Well then, I'll just...um...
Corrin: What I mean is that I won't have you taking care of me for the rest of my life. I will only marry you if we can have an equal partnership. I want to do things for you, Dwyer! I want to cook, and do laundry, and make tea... Because I love you. Isn't that normal for husbands and wives? Wanting to do things for each other?
Dwyer: Yes, I think so. Does that mean...you'll actually marry me?
Corrin: Yes. I want to work together to build a future with you.
Dwyer: So, I won't have to do as much work...and I also get to marry you? You're the best, Lady Corrin.
(Confession Scene)
Dwyer: I don't lift a finger for just anyone... but I would do anything in the world for you.
Corrin (F) (as parent and child)
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C Support
Dwyer: Hello, Mother. I made you some coffee.
Corrin: How sweet. Thank you, Dwyer. Wow, this is excellent. You have a true gift for brewing!
Dwyer: Really? I'm so happy that you like it!
Corrin: It has a wonderful aroma and a unique flavor too. Almost like chocolate. You certainly know how to make a perfect pot of coffee. Honestly, I think it's even better than the kind your father makes.
Dwyer: That's high praise! But umm, maybe I should keep that to myself. He might get mad at me.
Corrin: You think so? I suppose he can be a bit jealous from time to time. It's not ideal to be on his bad side.
Dwyer: That sounds even worse...
Corrin: Heehee, right? I bet if he overheard us talking, he'd make me try cup after cup of coffee. I'm sure your father wouldn't let up until I said his brew tasted better than yours.
Dwyer: Heh, yeah, that's not hard to imagine. I still have more coffee in the carafe. Let me know if you'd like another cup later.
Corrin: Thank you, Dwyer.
B Support
Dwyer: *sigh*
Corrin: What's on your mind, Dwyer?
Dwyer: N-nothing in particular...
Corrin: You're obviously upset about something. Why are trying to hide things from me? I'm your mother, silly.
Dwyer: Oh, sorry.
Corrin: Just tell me what's on your mind. You'll feel better if you get it off your chest.
Dwyer: I've been thinking a lot... I'm just afraid that I'm not suited for war.
Corrin: Why do you say that?
Dwyer: You know why. I hate getting into fights. All I would do is weigh everyone else down in the heat of battle.
Corrin: Oh, Dwyer, that's not true.
Dwyer: Maybe I should leave the army and go off to be a butler or something.
Corrin: No, you can't do that.
Dwyer: Huh? Why?
Corrin: This is your home, Son. You should be fighting here, with us.
Dwyer: But why?
Corrin: Because you're sweet and compassionate.
Dwyer: No, I'm not.
Corrin: You are. You just tried to hide your troubles to keep me from worrying, right? No matter what, you're always thinking of other people first.
Dwyer: That's just more proof that I have no business on the battlefield. There's no room for kindness there.
Corrin: You're wrong about that, Dwyer. I've seen you help your friends even when it puts you in a difficult position. That's a very thoughtful thing to do, and it certainly isn't easy. When I look into your eyes, I can see that it's as natural as breathing to you. You're selfless.
Dwyer: I never thought of it like that. Thank you, Mother. I'll do what I can to help my friends.
Corrin: That's the spirit, dear. You should be proud of yourself. Just know that I'll always be here to protect you.
A Support
Corrin: What was I thinking...
Dwyer: Is something wrong, Mother?
Corrin: It's nothing, Dwyer. Don't worry about me. I'm just feeling a little tired today.
Dwyer: You know that I can see right through your lies, right? After all, I'm your son!
Corrin: Heehee, is that right? Maybe I shouldn't be so surprised...
Dwyer: I'm happy to lend you an ear if you feel like talking.
Corrin: That's sweet of you to offer.
Dwyer: So? What is it?
Corrin: I feel like I've failed you as a mother...
Dwyer: Don't say that. It's not true at all.
Corrin: But I told you to fight. To put yourself in danger on the battlefield.
Dwyer: You mean when I was feeling worried the other day?
Corrin: Yes. A good mother should always be thinking of their child's safety first and foremost. But I encouraged you to run into battle. To put yourself in harm's way. I'm a terrible mother.
Dwyer: Please, don't say that. Sure, you encouraged me to fight. But it was my decision to stay. Not yours.
Corrin: I suppose that's true.
Dwyer: More importantly, I needed your advice. I feel like I might have put my friends in danger without your encouragement.
Corrin: Dwyer, I had no idea.
Dwyer: You haven't failed me in the slightest. In fact, you're the best mother anyone could ask for.
Corrin: That means so much to me. Thank you.
Dwyer: Would you like some coffee? It might help you unwind.
Corrin: That sounds lovely. I'm so lucky to have such a thoughtful son like you.
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C Support
Dwyer: Mother, I made you some coffee.
Felicia: Wow! Thank you, Dwyer! *sigh* This is amazing. So delicious! You've gotten awfully good at making coffee.
Dwyer: You mean it? I'm so happy you're enjoying it.
Felicia: I do! You're really talented. Honestly, I think this coffee is even better than your father's.
Dwyer: Wow, that's high praise. I should probably keep that to myself. He might get mad.
Felicia: Oh dear, really? I don't think he'd be angry necessarily... He might get a little envious. I'll admit that he's prone to bouts of jealousy.
Dwyer: That actually sounds worse.
Felicia: Heehee. Yeah, you might be right. I bet if he heard me talk about his coffee... he'd make me drink cup after cup of his brew. And he probably wouldn't stop 'til said his was better than yours.
Dwyer: Heh... Yeah, I can imagine that. I still have more in the carafe. Let me know if you'd like another cup.
Felicia: I will! Thank you, Dwyer!
B Support
Dwyer: Hmm.
Felicia: Dwyer, is something bothering you?
Dwyer: Hello, Mother. No, nothing in particular.
Felicia: There's no use trying to hide things. I'm your mother. You really think you can keep secrets from me? I know you, sweetie.
Dwyer: I'm sorry.
Felicia: Why don't you just tell me what's bothering you? Who knows? Maybe I can do something to help out.
Dwyer: Well... I don't think I'm suited for the battlefield.
Felicia: WHAT?! Why would you think that? Why DO you think that?
Dwyer: You know why. I hate getting into fights. All I would do is weigh everyone else down in the heat of battle.
Felicia: Dwyer, that's not fair.
Dwyer: Maybe I should just leave the army and be a butler or something.
Felicia: No, don't say that.
Dwyer: Huh?
Felicia: Dwyer, you belong here, with me.
Dwyer: Why do you say that?
Felicia: Because you're such a kind child.
Dwyer: No, I'm not.
Felicia: Yes, you are. Don't deny it. Just a moment ago, you tried to hide your troubles to save me from worrying, right?
Dwyer: All the more proof that I have no business on the battlefield. There's no place for kindness there.
Felicia: You're wrong, Dwyer. We need kindness most on the battlefield. That kindness gives you the courage to aid your friends, regardless of danger. That type of courage is very rare. It's also very important. Dwyer, you understand, right?
Dwyer: ... Thank you, Mother. I'll do what I can to help my friends.
Felicia: That's the spirit, Dwyer! Just know, I'll always be watching over you.
A Support
Felicia: *sigh*
Dwyer: Mother? Is something wrong?
Felicia: Oh, Dwyer! I-it's nothing! I think I'm just a little tired. No need to worry about me.
Dwyer: Mother, you know I can see through your lies, right?
Felicia: Ah. You're right.
Dwyer: I might not be able to help, but I can at least lend you an ear.
Felicia: That's very kind, Dwyer.
Dwyer: So? What's up?
Felicia: Have I... Have I failed you as a mother?
Dwyer: No, of course not. Don't say that. It's simply not true.
Felicia: B-but I... I pushed you toward war. I said you belong on the battlefield.
Dwyer: You mean when I was worried the other day?
Felicia: Yes, precisely. A mother should always consider her child's safety above all else. And yet... I encouraged you to fight. If that doesn't make me a failed parent, then I don't know what does.
Dwyer: That's simply not true.
Felicia: Huh?
Dwyer: You may have suggested that I stand and fight, but it was my choice to stay. Not yours.
Felicia: Oh.
Dwyer: More importantly, I needed your wisdom. I might have put my friends in danger without your encouragement.
Felicia: Dwyer, really?
Dwyer: Yes. I promise, you're not a failure. In fact, you're the best mother anyone could ever ask for.
Felicia: Thank you so much, Dwyer!
Dwyer: Now, why don't I make some fresh coffee so you can relax and unwind.
Felicia: I'm very lucky to have such a kind son.
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C Support
Dwyer: This smells wonderful. Now to pour it into the carafe and serve everyone…
Jakob: Hello, Dwyer. Did you make coffee too?
Dwyer: I did. Let me guess...
Jakob: I'll be serving everyone the coffee I painstakingly prepared. You can go ahead and enjoy whatever it is that you brewed.
Dwyer: There must be a mistake. I'm going to serve the espresso I made. You know I make better coffee than you. Admit it.
Jakob: What?! How dare you hurl that cheeky nonsense at your father!
Dwyer: I wasn't trying to talk back or be rude. It's a simple statement of fact.
Jakob: That your coffee is superior to mine? You really think that's true? I've got some news for you, Son. That is utter hogwash. Especially considering the fact that you haven't bothered to even try mine yet.
Dwyer: There's no need. I can smell it. And I think I'll pass.
Jakob: What?!
Dwyer: You realize it too, don't you? If you'll pardon me. We wouldn't want my coffee to get any colder, now would we?
(Dwyer leaves)
Jakob: Damn! Much as I hate to admit it, he's right. This time, and ONLY this time, Dwyer made better coffee than me. But, I'll show him. Just you wait and see, Son...
B Support
Jakob: Hello, Dwyer. I made you some fresh coffee.
Dwyer: Oh, really? Did you see some pigs flying as well?
Jakob: How amusing. Listen. The other day, I just so happened to make a mistake. It's a curious and rare occurrence, I assure you. But now it's time to really see who is the coffee king of this castle. You... Or me.
Dwyer: Ohh, I understand.
Jakob: Now be grateful and drink up. You can even cry on my shoulder after you taste your bitter defeat.
Dwyer: The only bitter thing here is this terrible brew. There's no love.
Jakob: What do you mean?
Dwyer: The cup itself is cold.
Jakob: Th-the cup?
Dwyer: You didn't even bother to warm up the cup before pouring the coffee, right? That means the hot java cools down the moment it's poured inside.
Jakob: I... I can't believe I made such a thoughtless mistake.
Dwyer: I'm sorry, Father. But it seems I've won this battle without even taking a sip.
Jakob: Grrrrrrrrr. Even competing with my own son, I didn't expect to feel this frustrated. No, I'm just angry because I lost to you. That must be it.
Dwyer: While we're on the topic...I've been thinking. I'm confident that I could handle any task as a butler better than you can.
Jakob: Is that right? Well, my arrogant boy, what say we step into the practice field? It's been a while since you and I have gone head-to-head. Just know one thing: I won't hold back this time. Now go get your things.
Dwyer: W-wait... What does this have to do with combat?
Jakob: Silence! It's so I can reclaim my peace of mind, obviously. If you don't want to take a good thrashing, then I'd recommend defending yourself.
Dwyer: You're horrible...
A Support
Jakob: Good morning, Son. You're looking well today.
Dwyer: Aren't you in awfully good spirits...
Jakob: Hahaha. Did you enjoy our sparring session the other day? I believe I made my superiority clear.
Dwyer: I've never seen you so focused before. A drunken bear would have fought with more dignity than you did...
Jakob: Oh, don't be so jealous. I know it must be hard when you can't compete with my striking combat acumen.
Dwyer: I'll catch up to you soon enough. Just like how I surpassed you already as a butler...
Jakob: Hmph. There you go again. With your cheeky attitude.
Dwyer: I have to say, it's been nice spending more time together lately... I'm surprised to admit that I have been enjoying myself on the whole.
Jakob: Oh?
Dwyer: Yeah. We didn't get to do much of that when I was little.
Jakob: Feel free to complain. There is no chance I will apologize. Ever. I simply did what I thought best for you. It was only after much deliberation that we decided to raise you in the Deeprealms.
Dwyer: I know, Father... You didn't want us to grow up in the shadow of war, right?
Jakob: Something like that...
Dwyer: I don't resent you for being absent when I was a child. Now that we actually have time to spend together, I've been thinking. I'd like to enjoy every moment that I can with you.
Jakob: Hmph... You're certainly rather sentimental for a young man.
Dwyer: Haha... I suppose I do sound a little childish...
Jakob: That being said, you will always be my boy.
Dwyer: Father, I...
Jakob: How about a cup of coffee, hmm? Just make sure it's the finest brew you've ever made.
Dwyer: Heh, sure thing. Just wait here.
Azura
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C Support
Dwyer: Mother, here is the coffee you requested.
Azura: Thank you very much, Dwyer. Yum! It's delicious. You must work magic getting this flavor from regular coffee beans.
Dwyer: I'm glad to hear that you like it.
Azura: It really is very good! I may regret saying this, but I think your coffee is better than your father's.
Dwyer: I...I don't know what to say. Better than Father's? Seriously? That's awfully high praise. But...I probably should not go and tell him that you said such a thing. He'd be mad.
Azura: Do you think so? I don't think he would be angry. Envious of you, perhaps. Incredibly envious.
Dwyer: Ahhh... I think that could actually be worse.
Azura: Heehee. He can be a bit competitive. I'm sure if he heard what I said about your coffee, he'd start making cups right away. And then I'd be forced to judge them for hours on end until one surpassed yours.
Dwyer: That does indeed sound like Father. Anyway, let me know if you'd like more coffee. I have enough for another cup.
Azura: All right. Thank you, Dwyer.
B Support
Dwyer: Hrm...
Azura: Hello, Dwyer. You look like you've got something on your mind...
Dwyer: Oh, hello, Mother. No, I'm just relaxing. Nothing really to think about...
Azura: You know mothers can see right through every lie their sons tell, right?
Dwyer: I... Oh. Well then.
Azura: So, talk to me. Tell me what it is that's bothering you. Maybe I can offer some helpful advice!
Dwyer: *sigh* I don't believe I'm suited for the battlefield.
Azura: What makes you think that?
Dwyer: I'm certain you know why; I really don't like to get into fights. On the battlefield, the kind of person I am will only weigh down everyone else. Maybe I should leave the army and go off to be a butler...
Azura: You can't do that. You belong here, Son.
Dwyer: I don't know, Mother. It seems like I really don't. Why do you think I do?
Azura: Because you're so kind. Don't even begin to deny it. You tried to spare me from worrying about you by lying just a minute ago.
Dwyer: Even if that is true... it's just more proof that I shouldn't be on the battlefield. There's no room for kindness there.
Azura: You're wrong, Dwyer. Kindness is important on the battlefield exactly because it's so dangerous. Being willing to put your life in danger for your friends... That is not something that everyone can do, when it comes down to it. Can you think of a kinder, braver thing that you could do for people you care about?
Dwyer: Thank you, Mother. Your words... They really help. I will try my best to help my friends.
Azura: Don't worry; I'll always be here to watch over you.
A Support
Azura: Did I really do the right thing...?
Dwyer: Mother? I heard you from the other room. What's the matter?
Azura: Oh, Dwyer... It's nothing—don't worry. I'm just feeling very tired, is all.
Dwyer: You know, sons can see whenever their mothers are lying...
Azura: Heehee... I suppose that is true, isn't it...
Dwyer: I may not be able to help a great deal, but I can at least listen.
Azura: Thank you, dear. I really do appreciate it. I suppose I just feel like I've failed as a mother...
Dwyer: Why would you feel that way? It's not even remotely true.
Azura: But I told you that you should go out onto the battlefield.
Dwyer: Ah, you mean the other day when I was feeling really worried?
Azura: Exactly. But a mother should always think first and foremost about her child's safety. What kind of mother encourages her child to go off into danger, to potentially die? I'm a horrible mother...
Dwyer: Mother, you may have suggested that I stay here to fight with my friends... But it was my choice to stay or to leave, and I was the one who decided to stay.
Azura: That is true...
Dwyer: More importantly, if I hadn't talked to you and gotten your advice... Well, hearing you talk about kindness and bravery on the battlefield changed me. If we hadn't talked, I may have put my friends in danger on the battlefield.
Azura: Oh, Dwyer...
Dwyer: So, don't worry. You're not a failure! You're the best mother anyone could ever ask for.
Azura: Thank you, dear. It truly is reassuring to hear you say that.
Dwyer: Now, I suppose I could make you some coffee to help you relax...
Azura: So young, and yet so thoughtful. I couldn't have a better son.
Mozu
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Dwyer: Mother, I made you some coffee.
Mozu: Oh, really? Thanks, Son. Wow! This is delicious. You've developed quite the flair for brewing coffee.
Dwyer: Really? I'm so glad you're enjoying it.
Mozu: Honestly, it might be the best cup that I've ever had. I think you might be better at making coffee than your father.
Dwyer: That's awfully high praise. I should probably keep that to myself. He might get mad.
Mozu: Huh? You think? I don't know about that. Then again, he sure doesn't like playing second fiddle to anyone. It might make him jealous.
Dwyer: That actually sounds worse.
Mozu: Ahahaha! Yeah, I agree. If he heard us talking, I bet he'd probably make me drink cup after cup of his brew. At least until I caved and told him that he made the best coffee.
Dwyer: Heh. Yeah, I can imagine that. I still have more in the carafe. Let me know if you'd like another cup later.
Mozu: Thanks!
B Support
Dwyer: Hmm.
Mozu: Got something on your mind, Son?
Dwyer: Oh, hello, Mother. No, nothing in particular.
Mozu: Why try to hide things from me? I know everything there is to know about you. I'm your ma, after all.
Dwyer: Fair enough.
Mozu: Do you wanna talk about it? Maybe I can give you some advice. I'd love to help any way I can.
Dwyer: I've just been thinking. I'm not suited for the battlefield.
Mozu: Huh? Why would you ever think that?
Dwyer: You know why. I hate getting into fights. All I would do is weigh everyone else down in the heat of battle.
Mozu: Oh, Dwyer, don't say that.
Dwyer: Maybe I should just leave the army and be a butler somewhere.
Mozu: Don't say another word. That's nonsense.
Dwyer: Huh?
Mozu: This is where you belong, Son.
Dwyer: Why do you say that?
Mozu: Because you're kind.
Dwyer: No, I'm not.
Mozu: There's no point in arguing. Moments ago you tried to keep me from worrying about you. You've always watched out for everyone.
Dwyer: All the more proof that I have no business on the battlefield. There's no place for kindness there.
Mozu: That just ain't true, Dwyer. We need kindness on a battlefield more than anything. Even when things get tough, you have the courage to watch out for your friends. I know what you're capable of. And that's a kind of courage few possess.
Dwyer: ... Thank you, Mother. I'll do what I can to assist my allies.
Mozu: That's the spirit. Just know that your ma will always be around to watch over you.
A Support
Mozu: *sigh*
Dwyer: Mother? Is something wrong?
Mozu: Oh no, it's nothing. I think I'm just a little tired. Don't you worry about me.
Dwyer: I'm your son. You know I can see through your lies, right?
Mozu: Heehee. Fair enough.
Dwyer: I might not be able to help, but I can at least lend you an ear.
Mozu: That's very kind. Thank you.
Dwyer: So? What's up?
Mozu: Do you think... Son, am I a horrible mother?
Dwyer: No, of course not. Don't say that. That's not true at all.
Mozu: But, Dwyer. I said you belong on the battlefield.
Dwyer: You mean when I was worried the other day?
Mozu: Yeah. A parent is supposed to worry about their kid's safety, right? But not me. No, I tell you to go out and fight. To put yourself in danger. I've failed you as a mother.
Dwyer: That's not true at all.
Mozu: Hm?
Dwyer: You may have suggested that I stand and fight, but it was my choice to stay. Not yours.
Mozu: Oh.
Dwyer: More importantly, I needed your wisdom. I feel like I might have put my friends in danger without your encouragement.
Mozu: Oh, Dwyer. I didn't realize.
Dwyer: So please, stop saying you've failed me. It couldn't be further from the truth. You're the best mother I could ever ask for.
Mozu: Thank you, Son.
Dwyer: Now why don't I make some fresh coffee so you can relax and unwind.
Mozu: I'm sure lucky to have a thoughtful son like you.
Rinkah
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C Support
Dwyer: Mother, I made you some coffee.
Rinkah: Oh, really? Thanks, Dwyer. Hmm. Wow, this is wonderful. You've gotten awfully good at making coffee.
Dwyer: Really? I'm glad you like it so much.
Rinkah: I may not know much about coffee, but this brew is excellent. I'd say it's even better than your father's.
Dwyer: That's high praise. Maybe I should keep that to myself. He might get mad.
Rinkah: You think? It seems a little silly for a grown man to get upset over something so silly. He can be prideful. And very jealous, from time to time.
Dwyer: That actually sounds worse.
Rinkah: Haha! Yeah, you may be right about that. If he heard us talking, I bet he'd make me sample cup after cup of his brew. At least until I said his coffee tasted better than yours.
Dwyer: Heh, yeah, I can imagine that. I still have more in the carafe. Let me know if you'd like another cup later.
Rinkah: I will. Thanks, Dwyer.
B Support
Dwyer: Hmm.
Rinkah: Is something on your mind?
Dwyer: Oh, hello, Mother. No, nothing in particular.
Rinkah: Don't underestimate me, Son. I am your mother, after all. You think you can fool me?
Dwyer: Oh. Sorry.
Rinkah: Just tell me what's going on. Getting it off your chest might make you feel better.
Dwyer: Well, it's just... I don't think I'm suited for the battlefield.
Rinkah: Why do you think that?
Dwyer: You know why. I hate getting into fights. All I would do is weigh everyone else down in the heat of battle.
Rinkah: Dwyer, don't say that.
Dwyer: Maybe I should just leave the army and be a butler somewhere.
Rinkah: No, you shouldn't do that.
Dwyer: Huh?
Rinkah: Dwyer, you belong here.
Dwyer: Why?
Rinkah: Because you're so kind.
Dwyer: No, I'm not.
Rinkah: Don't be silly. Of course you are. Just now you tried to obscure your troubles to keep me from worrying about you.
Dwyer: All the more proof that I have no business on the battlefield. There's no place for kindness there.
Rinkah: You're wrong, Dwyer. It's on the battlefield that kindness is needed most of all. Without compassion and unity, we can't see this conflict through 'til the end. You think of others, regardless of danger. We need that kind of heart in this fight. Just know, you're truly suited for battle.
Dwyer: ... Thank you, Mother. I'll do what I can to help my friends.
Rinkah: Good. I'll always be here, watching out for you.
A Support
Rinkah: *sigh*
Dwyer: Mother? Is something wrong?
Rinkah: Oh, Dwyer... It's nothing. Don't worry. I'm just feeling tired today. Nothing for you to worry about.
Dwyer: I'm your son. You know I can see through your lies, right?
Rinkah: Heheheh... I suppose you're right.
Dwyer: I may not be able to help, but I'm more than happy to listen.
Rinkah: Thanks, Dwyer. I really appreciate it.
Dwyer: So? What's up?
Rinkah: Honestly, I just feel that I've failed you as a mother.
Dwyer: That's not true at all. Don't say that.
Rinkah: But I said that you belonged on the battlefield.
Dwyer: You mean when I was worried the other day?
Rinkah: Yes. But a mother should always be most concerned with their child's safety. But I've told you to risk your life. To run directly toward danger. That must make me a failure.
Dwyer: That's not true.
Rinkah: Huh? What do you mean?
Dwyer: You may have suggested that I stand and fight, but it was my choice to stay. Not yours.
Rinkah: Oh.
Dwyer: More importantly, I needed your wisdom. I might have put my friends in danger without your encouragement.
Rinkah: Dwyer, I had no idea.
Dwyer: So please, stop worrying. You're not a failure at all! You're the best mother anyone could ever hope for.
Rinkah: That's ridiculous. But thank you.
Dwyer: Now, why don't I make some fresh coffee so you can relax and unwind.
Rinkah: You sure are a sweet kid. I'm lucky to have such a thoughtful son.
Sakura
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Dwyer: Mother, I made you some coffee.
Sakura: Oh! Thank you, Dwyer! This is wonderful. It has a lovely aroma. You have a real gift for brewing.
Dwyer: You mean it? It makes me really happy to hear that you like it so much.
Sakura: It's incredible...*sigh* You're probably better at making coffee than your father these days.
Dwyer: Better than Father? That's the best praise I could ever hope for! I should probably keep that to myself. He might get mad.
Sakura: Huh? You think so? I don't think he'd be that upset. Ah, on second thought I guess I can picture him getting a little bit jealous.
Dwyer: That actually sounds worse.
Sakura: Heehee. Right? Yeah, maybe this should just be our little secret. I can imagine him forcing me to drink cup after cup of coffee. Keeping them coming until I said his brew was better than yours.
Dwyer: Heh. That's not all that hard to imagine. I still have more in the carafe. Let me know if you'd like another cup later.
Sakura: I think I might! Thank you, dear.
B Support
Dwyer: Hmm.
Sakura: Something on your mind, Dwyer?
Dwyer: Hello, Mother. No, nothing in particular.
Sakura: Don't try to hide things from me. I know you forward and backward. I am your mother, after all.
Dwyer: Oh. Sorry.
Sakura: Just talk to me. Tell me what's wrong. I'd love to help, even if you just want me to listen.
Dwyer: Well, it's just that... I don't think I'm suited for the battlefield.
Sakura: Huh? What makes you say a thing like that?
Dwyer: You know why. I hate getting into fights. All I would do is weigh everyone else down in the heat of battle.
Sakura: Oh, Dwyer. You're being way too hard on yourself.
Dwyer: Maybe I should just leave the army and be a butler.
Sakura: You can't do that.
Dwyer: Huh?
Sakura: You don't weigh down anyone, Son.
Dwyer: How do you know?
Sakura: Because you're kind.
Dwyer: No, I'm not.
Sakura: Yes, you are! Don't deny it. Like when you told a little white lie to try and keep me from worrying about you.
Dwyer: All the more proof that I have no business on the battlefield. There's no room for kindness there.
Sakura: You're wrong, Dwyer. Kindness absolutely has a place in wartime. The valor and compassion that drives you to face danger and help others is unique. That doesn't come easily to most people, but it's very important. I think you know exactly what I mean.
Dwyer: I'd never thought about it like that. Thank you, Mother. I'll do what I can to help my friends.
Sakura: That's what I like to hear! Let's do our best to protect those we care about. I may not be the strongest warrior, but know that I will always look out for you.
A Support
Sakura: What was I thinking...
Dwyer: Mother? Is something wrong?
Sakura: Dwyer? N-nothing's wrong! I'm just a little tired. Please, don't worry about me.
Dwyer: You're aware that a son can always see through their mother's lies, right?
Sakura: Oh, is that so?
Dwyer: I might not be able to help, but I'm more than happy to listen. Please, talk to me.
Sakura: Thank you very much.
Dwyer: So?
Sakura: I just realized... I'm an awful mother.
Dwyer: Don't say that. There's not a shred of truth to that.
Sakura: I basically told you... that you belong on the battlefield.
Dwyer: Ah, you mean when I was worried the other day?
Sakura: Yes, exactly. A mother's foremost concern should always be the safety of her children. And here I am pushing you into war. I'm a horrible parent.
Dwyer: Stop it.
Sakura: Hm?
Dwyer: You may have suggested that I stand and fight, but it was my choice to stay. Not yours.
Sakura: Oh. That's true.
Dwyer: More importantly, I needed your wisdom. I feel like I might have put my friends in danger without your encouragement.
Sakura: Oh, Dwyer. I had no idea.
Dwyer: So, please, stop calling yourself a failure. You're the best mother anyone could ever ask for.
Sakura: That's so kind. Thank you!
Dwyer: Now, why don't I make some fresh coffee so you can unwind.
Sakura: OK. I'm so lucky to have such a thoughtful son like you, Dwyer.
Hana
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Dwyer: Mother, I made you some coffee.
Hana: Oh! Thank you, Dwyer. Mmm! Wow, it's delicious! You really know how to make good black coffee.
Dwyer: You mean it? I'm so glad that you like it.
Hana: The aroma is divine. Honestly, you might be even better than your father at brewing coffee.
Dwyer: B-better than Father? That's the best praise I could hope for. I should probably keep that to myself. He might get mad.
Hana: Oh, I don't think he'd be upset. He might get jealous. And gripe about it a whole bunch.
Dwyer: That actually sounds much worse.
Hana: Ahaha! True! If he heard us, he'd probably make me drink cup after cup of coffee. At least until I said his brew was better than yours.
Dwyer: Heh. That's not all that hard to imagine. I still have more in the carafe, if you want another cup later.
Hana: All right! Thank you, Dwyer.
B Support
Dwyer: Hmm.
Hana: Something on your mind, Dwyer?
Dwyer: Hello, Mother. No, nothing in particular...
Hana: You can't hide things from me, Son. I'm your mother. I can see right through your lies!
Dwyer: Oh. Sorry.
Hana: Spill your guts. What's up? Maybe I can give you some advice.
Dwyer: Well, it's just... I don't think I'm suited for the battlefield.
Hana: What? Why is that?
Dwyer: You know why. I hate getting into fights. All I would do is weigh everyone else down in the heat of battle.
Hana: Don't say that.
Dwyer: Maybe I should leave the army and go off to be a butler.
Hana: You can't do that!
Dwyer: Huh?
Hana: This is where you belong.
Dwyer: Why?
Hana: Because you're kind.
Dwyer: No, I'm not.
Hana: You sure are! A second ago you proved it by trying to keep me from worrying about you.
Dwyer: All the more proof that I have no business on the battlefield. There's no place for kindness there.
Hana: You're wrong about that. Kindness is needed more than ever during wartime. In times of great pain and suffering, we must show compassion. It won't be easy, but I know you can do it. And I think you know that as well.
Dwyer: I'd never thought about it that way. Thank you, Mother. I'll do what I can to help my friends.
Hana: That's the spirit! Let's both do our best! I will always be here for you. Right next to you every step of the way.
A Support
Hana: What was I thinking...
Dwyer: Mother? Is something wrong?
Hana: Oh, it's nothing. I'm just a little tired. Don't you worry about me.
Dwyer: You know a son can always see through their mother's lies, right?
Hana: Hahaha. Can they now?
Dwyer: I might not be able to do all that much, but I can at least listen.
Hana: That's very kind, Dwyer.
Dwyer: So? Talk to me.
Hana: I've just been wondering. Am I an awful mother?
Dwyer: Of course not! That's not even a little bit true.
Hana: I pushed you to participate in the war, Dwyer. To run into battle.
Dwyer: You mean when I was worried the other day?
Hana: Yes, exactly. Mothers should always aim to protect their children. Not encourage them to risk their lives in wartime. But I selfishly wanted to fight side by side. I'm a horrible parent!
Dwyer: That's simply not true.
Hana: Hm?
Dwyer: You may have suggested that I stand and fight, but it was my choice to stay. Not yours.
Hana: I didn't think of it like that.
Dwyer: More importantly, if I hadn't talked to you and received your advice... I would have put my friends in greater danger. Your advice moved me.
Hana: Dwyer, I had no idea.
Dwyer: So, you're not a failure. In fact, you're the best mother anyone could ever ask for.
Hana: You mean it? Thank you.
Dwyer: Now, why don't I make you a hot cup of coffee to help you relax.
Hana: That sounds great! I'm sure lucky to have a thoughtful son like you.
Orochi
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Dwyer: Mother, I made you some coffee.
Orochi: Well, that's very thoughtful of you. Mmm, oh my. It's delicious! You've got a real gift for brewing coffee.
Dwyer: Really? I'm so glad you like it.
Orochi: I do. It's got a rich aroma, yet it's not too bitter. You might be even better than your father at making coffee.
Dwyer: Wow, better than Father? That's very high praise. I should probably keep that to myself. He might get angry.
Orochi: You think so? I don't think he's that narrow minded. I bet he would just get incredibly jealous. Kind of like a persistent snake.
Dwyer: Ahhh. That actually sounds much worse.
Orochi: Keekeekee! Right? If he heard me say that, I bet he'd make me drink coffee until I was fit to burst. He'd keep the cups coming unless I said his was better than yours.
Dwyer: Heh, that does sound like Father. I still have more in the carafe. Let me know if you'd like another cup.
Orochi: Thanks, I'd love one.
B Support
Dwyer: Hmm.
Orochi: Is something on your mind, Dwyer?
Dwyer: Oh, hello, Mother. No, nothing in particular...
Orochi: So young, so naive. As your mother, you know I can see through your lies, right?
Dwyer: Oh. Sorry.
Orochi: Tell me what's wrong. Maybe I can cast away your worries, or even give you some sage advice.
Dwyer: It's just... I don't think I'm suited for the battlefield.
Orochi: What? Why do you say that?
Dwyer: Mother, you know why. I hate getting into fights. All I would do is weigh everyone else down in the heat of battle.
Orochi: Oh, Dwyer.
Dwyer: Maybe I should leave the army and go off to be a butler.
Orochi: That sounds like a terrible idea.
Dwyer: Huh?
Orochi: Dwyer, you belong here.
Dwyer: Why?
Orochi: Well, because you're kind.
Dwyer: No, I'm not.
Orochi: Are you really trying to lie to me again? You are very kind. Just moments ago, you did everything in your power to keep me from worrying.
Dwyer: All the more proof that I have no business on the battlefield. There's no room for kindness there.
Orochi: You're wrong, Dwyer. Kindness is needed precisely because it's a battlefield. Thinking about your friends regardless of danger is an important type of kindness. It's called bravery. A lot of people don't understand that. But I know what type of person you are.
Dwyer: I never thought about that. Thank you, Mother. I'll do what I can to help my friends.
Orochi: That's the spirit. Believe in yourself and keep pressing forward. I will always be here to watch over you.
A Support
Orochi: What have I done?
Dwyer: Mother? Is something wrong?
Orochi: N-nothing. I'm just a wee bit tired. Nothing you need to worry about.
Dwyer: You know, sons can always see through their mothers' lies.
Orochi: Heh, can they now?
Dwyer: I might not be able to help, but I'm more than happy to listen.
Orochi: Awww.
Dwyer: So?
Orochi: Dwyer, do you think I'm a horrible mother?
Dwyer: That's not even a little true. Don't say that.
Orochi: But, I basically told you to run out into battle.
Dwyer: Ah, you mean when I was worried the other day?
Orochi: Yes, exactly. A mother's job is to keep her children safe. But I encouraged you to fight on the battlefield. If that doesn't make me an awful mother, I don't know what does.
Dwyer: Don't say that.
Orochi: Hmm?
Dwyer: You may have suggested that I stand and fight, but it was my choice to stay.
Orochi: That's true.
Dwyer: More importantly, if I hadn't talked to you and received your advice... Well, your words moved me. Without your wisdom, I might have put my friends in real danger.
Orochi: I feel terrible.
Dwyer: Please, don't worry. You're absolutely not a failure. You're the best mother anyone could ask for.
Orochi: R-really? Thank you.
Dwyer: Now, why don't I make you a hot cup of coffee to help you relax.
Orochi: How did I get so lucky? You're such a thoughtful son.
Hinoka
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C Support
Dwyer: Hello, Mother. I made you some coffee.
Hinoka: Ah, why thank you, Dwyer. Yum. Delicious as always. Your coffee just keeps getting better and better.
Dwyer: You mean it? I'm so glad that you're enjoying it.
Hinoka: It has a divine aroma. The body is mellow, yet it still has a full-bodied taste. I think your brew has gotten even better than your father's.
Dwyer: Really? That's very high praise. I should probably keep that to myself. He might get mad.
Hinoka: You think? I doubt that alone would make him angry. More likely he'd probably get jealous and annoy me about it to no end.
Dwyer: That actually sounds worse.
Hinoka: Hahaha! True! I can see it now. Your father forcing me to try cup after cup of coffee. At least until I relented and said his brew was better than yours.
Dwyer: Heh, you're probably right about that. I still have more in the carafe. Let me know if you'd like another cup.
Hinoka: Thanks, Dwyer.
B Support
Dwyer: Hmm.
Hinoka: Is something on your mind, Dwyer?
Dwyer: Hello, Mother. No, nothing in particular.
Hinoka: I don't like when you hide things from me. A mother can always tell. I can see right through your lies.
Dwyer: Oh. Sorry.
Hinoka: Tell me what's troubling you. Maybe we can come up with a solution together.
Dwyer: It's just... I don't think I'm suited for the battlefield.
Hinoka: Why would you ever think that?
Dwyer: You know why. I hate getting into fights. All I would do is weigh everyone else down in the heat of battle.
Hinoka: Oh, Dwyer, come on. That's not true.
Dwyer: Maybe I should just leave the army and be a butler or something.
Hinoka: I can't let you do that.
Dwyer: Huh?
Hinoka: You belong here, Dwyer.
Dwyer: Why?
Hinoka: The truth is...it's because you're kind.
Dwyer: No, I'm not.
Hinoka: You are. You're a very kind young man. There's no point in denying it. Just moments ago, you tried to keep me from worrying about you. You're always concerned with the feelings of others.
Dwyer: All the more proof that I have no business on the battlefield. There's no place for kindness there.
Hinoka: You're wrong, Dwyer. Kindness is needed because it's a battlefield. Being able to think of others while in harm's way is very important. Most people simply can't do that. You're not like most people. I think you already know that.
Dwyer: ... Thank you, Mother. I'll do what I can to help my friends.
Hinoka: That's the spirit. Just know that I will always be here to watch out for you.
A Support
Hinoka: What was I thinking...
Dwyer: Mother? Is something wrong?
Hinoka: Oh, it's nothing. I think I'm just tired. Please, don't worry about me.
Dwyer: Every son can see right through their mother's lies.
Hinoka: Haha. I suppose that makes sense.
Dwyer: I might not be able to help, but I'm more than happy to listen. Please, talk to me.
Hinoka: That's very sweet, Dwyer.
Dwyer: So?
Hinoka: I've been thinking that... I'm a horrible mother.
Dwyer: Don't say that. It's totally untrue.
Hinoka: But, I basically told you to fight. To risk your life on the battlefield.
Dwyer: You mean when I was worried the other day?
Hinoka: Yeah, exactly. A normal mother thinks of their child's safety before everything else, right? Yet I nearly forced you to keep battling. What kind of parent does that?!
Dwyer: That's simply not true.
Hinoka: Hm?
Dwyer: You may have suggested that I stand and fight, but it was my choice to stay. Not yours.
Hinoka: Oh, I understand.
Dwyer: More importantly, I needed your wisdom. I feel like I might have put my friends in danger without your encouragement.
Hinoka: Oh, Dwyer. I had no idea.
Dwyer: So please, stop calling yourself a failure. You're the best mother anyone could ever ask for.
Hinoka: I-I see. Thank you.
Dwyer: Now, why don't I make some fresh coffee so you can relax.
Hinoka: That sounds great. I'm so lucky to have such a thoughtful son.
Setsuna
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C Support
Dwyer: Mother, I made you some coffee.
Setsuna: Thanks, Dwyer. Mmm. It has such a rich aroma. You sure have a gift for making coffee.
Dwyer: You mean it? I'm so glad you like it.
Setsuna: I do—it's amazing. Honestly, you might be better than your father at brewing coffee.
Dwyer: Better than Father? That's the best praise I could ever hope for! I should probably keep that to myself. He might get mad.
Setsuna: Really? You think he would get mad? He might get jealous. Yeah, probably nasty and jealous...
Dwyer: That actually sounds worse.
Setsuna: Heehee. I can imagine him making me drink cup after cup of coffee. He probably wouldn't stop until I said his was better than yours.
Dwyer: Heh. That's not all that hard to imagine. I still have more in the carafe. Let me know if you'd like another cup.
Setsuna: All right. Thank you, Dwyer.
B Support
Dwyer: Hmm.
Setsuna: Is something on your mind, Dwyer?
Dwyer: Hello, Mother. No, nothing in particular...
Setsuna: Why try to hide it? I'm your mother. I can see right through your lies.
Dwyer: Oh. Sorry.
Setsuna: Come on—tell me what you're worrying about. I'm more than happy to talk. Who knows? Maybe I can help.
Dwyer: Well, it's just... I don't think I'm suited for the battlefield.
Setsuna: What? Why would you say that?
Dwyer: You know why. I hate getting into fights. All I would do is weigh everyone else down in the heat of battle.
Setsuna: Oh, Dwyer, that's not true.
Dwyer: Maybe I should just leave the army and be a butler somewhere.
Setsuna: You can't do that.
Dwyer: Huh? Why?
Setsuna: Because you belong here.
Dwyer: Why?
Setsuna: Because you're kind.
Dwyer: No, I'm not.
Setsuna: You are. Don't fight it. Just a second ago, you tried to keep me from worrying about you.
Dwyer: All the more proof that I have no business on the battlefield. There's no room for kindness there.
Setsuna: Stop, you're wrong. Kindness is needed because it's a battlefield. You have the strength to think of your allies even when surrounded by danger. That is both incredibly important and very difficult to do. I think you understand what I mean.
Dwyer: ... Thank you, Mother. I'll do what I can to help my friends.
Setsuna: Good. And don't you worry. I'll always be here to watch over you.
A Support
Setsuna: Ugh.
Dwyer: Mother? Is something wrong?
Setsuna: Oh, it's nothing. I'm just a little tired. No need to worry about me.
Dwyer: You know, as your son, I can see right through your lies.
Setsuna: Heehee. I suppose you can.
Dwyer: I might not be able to help, but I'm more than happy to listen. Please, talk to me.
Setsuna: That's very kind, thank you.
Dwyer: So?
Setsuna: I've been wondering... Am I a horrible mother?
Dwyer: Don't say that. It's totally untrue.
Setsuna: But I told you to fight. To risk your life on the battlefield.
Dwyer: You mean when I was worried the other day?
Setsuna: Yes, exactly. A mother should never encourage their child to face danger. To fight. And yet... I encouraged you to do just that. What kind of parent am I?
Dwyer: Don't say that.
Setsuna: Hm?
Dwyer: You may have suggested that I stand and fight, but it was my choice to stay. Not yours.
Setsuna: Oh, I understand.
Dwyer: More importantly, I needed your wisdom. I feel like I might have put my friends in danger without your encouragement.
Setsuna: Oh, Dwyer. I had no idea.
Dwyer: So please, stop calling yourself a failure. You're the best mother anyone could ever ask for.
Setsuna: That's very kind of you to say.
Dwyer: Now, why don't I make some fresh coffee so you can unwind.
Setsuna: I'm so lucky to have a thoughtful son like you.
Oboro
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C support
Dwyer: Mother, I made you some coffee.
Oboro: Wow, how thoughtful. Thank you, Dwyer. Mmm, delicious. Gee, you sure do know how to brew one mean cup of java.
Dwyer: Really? I'm so glad you like it.
Oboro: Yeah, it's top notch. You might be even better than your father at making coffee.
Dwyer: Wow. Better than Father? That's very high praise. I should probably keep that to myself. He might get angry.
Oboro: You really think so? I don't know that he'd be upset, necessarily. He might get jealous though. Like, insufferably jealous.
Dwyer: Ahhh… That actually sounds much worse.
Oboro: Ahaha, right? Yeah, he is a bit competitive. If he heard me say that, he'd probably have me trying brew after brew of his coffee. At least until he made a cup better than you.
Dwyer: Ha. That does sound like Father. I still have more in the carafe. Let me know if you'd like another cup.
Oboro: Thanks, Dwyer.
B support
Dwyer: Hmm.
Oboro: Is something on your mind, Dwyer?
Dwyer: Oh, hello, Mother. No, nothing in particular…
Oboro: Ha. That's cute. You really think you can stand there and lie to your mother?
Dwyer: Oh. Sorry.
Oboro: So, what's wrong? Maybe I can give you some advice if you talk to me.
Dwyer: It's just… I don't think I'm suited for the battlefield.
Oboro: Why do you think that?
Dwyer: Mother, you know why. I hate getting into fights. All I would do is weigh everyone else down in the heat of battle.
Oboro: Oh, Dwyer.
Dwyer: Maybe I should leave the army and go off to be a butler.
Oboro: You can't do that.
Dwyer: Huh?
Oboro: You belong here, Son.
Dwyer: Why?
Oboro: Because you're so kind.
Dwyer: No, I'm not.
Oboro: No need to blush. It's true—you are. Just a moment ago, you were trying your best to keep me from worrying.
Dwyer: All the more proof that I have no business on the battlefield. There's no room for kindness there.
Oboro: You're wrong, Dwyer. Kindness is one of the things needed most during a fight. There wouldn't be any teamwork if everyone was fending for themselves. I'd wager that you'd think of others even if you were in danger. Right? Some people might not realize it, but that's incredibly important.
Dwyer: … Thank you, Mother. I'll do what I can to help my friends.
Oboro: That's the spirit. Do your best. I'll always be hee to watch over you.
A support
Oboro: What was I thinking…
Dwyer: Mother? Is something wrong?
Oboro: N-nothing. Maybe I'm just tired. That's it.
Dwyer: You know, sons can always see through their mothers lies.
Oboro: Heh. All right.
Dwyer: I might not be able to help, but I'm more than happy to listen.
Oboro: That's very sweet. Thank you.
Dwyer: So? What's up?
Oboro: I was just thinking. I realized that I'm an awful mother.
Dwyer: That's not even a little true. Don't say that.
Oboro: I basically told you to run out into battle.
Dwyer: Ah, you mean when I was worried the other day?
Oboro: Yes, exactly. First an foremost, a mother should always be trying to keep her child free from harm. But I told you to fight. To put yourself in great danger. That's not something any mother should say.
Dwyer: That's not true at all.
Oboro: Hmm?
Dwyer: You may have suggested that I stand and fight, but it was my choice to stay.
Oboro: That's fair.
Dwyer: More importantly, if I hadn't talked to you and received your advice… Well, your words moved me. I would have put my friends in real danger if we hadn't spoken before.
Oboro: Oh, Dwyer.
Dwyer: So please, don't worry. You're absolutely not a failure. You're the best mother anyone could ever hope for.
Oboro: Hee. Stop, you're gonna make me blush.
Dwyer: Now, how about I make you a hot cup of coffee to help you relax.
Oboro: Thank you. I'm very lucky to have such a thoughtful son.
Kagero
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C Support
Dwyer: Mother, I made you some coffee.
Kagero: How thoughtful. Thank you, Dwyer. Wow, it's delicious. You have a real knack for brewing.
Dwyer: Really? I'm so glad you like it.
Kagero: Seriously, it's amazing. You might be even better than your father at making coffee.
Dwyer: Wow, better than Father? That's very high praise. I should probably keep that to myself. He might get mad.
Kagero: You think so? I doubt he would be angry. Maybe jealous, though. Ridiculously jealous.
Dwyer: Ahhh. That actually sounds much worse.
Kagero: Heheh. You're right. If he heard us, he'd probably make me drink cup after cup of coffee. Until I relented and told him his was better than yours.
Dwyer: Heh, I can imagine. I still have more in the carafe. Let me know if you'd like another cup.
Kagero: Sure. Thanks, Dwyer.
B Support
Dwyer: Hmm.
Kagero: Dwyer, is something troubling you?
Dwyer: Oh, hello, Mother. No, nothing in particular...
Kagero: Don't lie, dear. A mother can always tell when their son isn't telling the truth.
Dwyer: Oh. Sorry.
Kagero: Come on then—tell me what the problem is. I'll give you some advice if I can.
Dwyer: It's just... I don't think I'm suited for the battlefield.
Kagero: What? Why do you say that?
Dwyer: Mother, you know why. I hate getting into fights. All I would do is weigh everyone else down in the heat of battle.
Kagero: That's not true, dear.
Dwyer: Maybe I should leave the army and go off to be a butler.
Kagero: You're wrong.
Dwyer: Huh?
Kagero: Dwyer, you belong here.
Dwyer: Why?
Kagero: Because you are kind.
Dwyer: No, I'm not...
Kagero: Yes, you are. Always have been. Just now, you tried to cover up your sadness to keep me from worrying, right?
Dwyer: All the more proof that I have no business on the battlefield. There's no room for kindness there.
Kagero: Wrong again, Dwyer. We need kindness more than ever during wartime. Even in the middle of danger, you're only concerned with protecting allies. It's so simple, yet most people would never understand. That's something you get. Isn't it, Dwyer?
Dwyer: Thank you, Mother. I'll do my best to help my friends.
Kagero: Good. Have faith in yourself, Dwyer. Know that I will always be watching over you.
A Support
Kagero: What was I thinking.
Dwyer: Mother? Is something wrong?
Kagero: Dwyer... No, nothing is wrong. I'm just a bit tired. Don't worry about me.
Dwyer: You know, a son can always see through their mother's lies, right?
Kagero: Heh. Is that right?
Dwyer: I might not be able to do all that much, but I can at least listen.
Kagero: Thank you, that's very sweet.
Dwyer: So? Talk to me.
Kagero: Have I failed you as a mother?
Dwyer: No, of course not. That's not even a little bit true.
Kagero: But, I told you to go out onto the battlefield. I told you to fight.
Dwyer: Ah, you're talking about when I was worried the other day.
Kagero: Yes, exactly. As a mother, my first and foremost concern should be your safety. And yet, I drove you to fight, to risk your life. I'm an awful mother.
Dwyer: That's not true at all.
Kagero: What?
Dwyer: You may have suggested that I stand and fight, but it was my choice to stay.
Kagero: ...
Dwyer: More importantly, if I hadn't talked to you and received your advice... Well, your words moved me. I would have put my friends in real danger if we hadn't spoken before.
Kagero: Oh. I had no idea.
Dwyer: So, you're not a failure. In fact, you're the best mother anyone could ever ask for.
Kagero: Thank you, Dwyer.
Dwyer: Now why don't I make you a hot cup of coffee to help you relax.
Kagero: You're such a thoughtful son.
Elise
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C Support
Dwyer: Mother, I made you some coffee.
Elise: Oh, really? Thanks, Dwyer! Wow, this is amazing! You make such remarkable coffee!
Dwyer: You mean it? I'm so glad you like the brew.
Elise: I really do! Honestly, I think it's even better than the kind your father makes.
Dwyer: That's high praise! I should probably keep that to myself. It might make Father angry.
Elise: Really? I don't think he'd get mad. But... I bet he'd get really crazy jealous.
Dwyer: That sounds much worse.
Elise: Hahahaha! True! I bet if he heard us talking, he would make me sample cup after cup of his brew. At least until I said I liked his coffee much better than yours.
Dwyer: Heh. Yeah, that's not too hard to imagine. I still have more in the carafe. Let me know if you'd like another cup later.
Elise: OK! Thank you, Dwyer.
B Support
Dwyer: *sigh*
Elise: Why the long face, Dwyer? Are you worried about something?
Dwyer: Oh, hello, Mother. No, nothing in particular. I'm fine.
Elise: Ha! I'm your mother. I can always tell when you're lying.
Dwyer: Oh. Sorry.
Elise: Just spit it out! Maybe I can even give you some advice.
Dwyer: It's just... I don't think I'm suited for the battlefield.
Elise: Why do you say that?
Dwyer: You know why. I hate getting into fights. All I would do is weigh everyone else down in the heat of battle.
Elise: Oh, Dwyer, don't say that.
Dwyer: Maybe I should just leave the army and go off to be a butler or something.
Elise: You can't do that.
Dwyer: Huh?
Elise: You belong here.
Dwyer: Why?
Elise: Because you're kind.
Dwyer: No, I'm not.
Elise: Yes, you are! Moments ago you lied only to keep me from worrying about you. You can't help but think of other people.
Dwyer: All the more proof that I have no business on the battlefield. There's no place for kindness there...
Elise: You're wrong about that, Dwyer. Kindness is needed especially because it's a battlefield. Protecting your friends in spite of danger is very noble. It's a skill that doesn't come easy to most people, but it's incredibly important. You understand what I mean, right?
Dwyer: Thank you, Mother. I'll do what I can to assist my allies.
Elise: That's what I like to hear! I'll always be here to watch out for you.
A Support
Elise: Hmm...
Dwyer: Mother? Is something wrong?
Elise: Huh? Oh, nothing at all. I'm great! I think I'm just tired. Don't you worry about me.
Dwyer: As your son, I can see right through your lies.
Elise: Heehee... Is that right?
Dwyer: I might not be able to help, but I'm more than happy to listen.
Elise: Thank you, Dwyer. That's very kind.
Dwyer: So? What's up?
Elise: I just... I might be a horrible mother.
Dwyer: Don't even say that.
Elise: I basically told you... that you belong on the battlefield.
Dwyer: You mean when I was worried the other day?
Elise: Yeah. A real mother's first and foremost concern should be her child's safety, right? But I tell you to risk your neck in the war. No decent parent does that.
Dwyer: That's not true.
Elise: Huh?
Dwyer: You may have suggested that I stand and fight, but it was my choice to stay. Not yours.
Elise: Oh.
Dwyer: More importantly, I needed your wisdom. I might have put my friends in danger without your encouragement.
Elise: I had no idea.
Dwyer: So stop worrying. You have not failed me. You're the best mother any child could ever hope for.
Elise: Really? You mean it? Thanks, Dwyer!
Dwyer: Now, why don't I make some fresh coffee so you can relax and unwind.
Elise: I'm so lucky to have a thoughtful son like you.
Effie
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C Support
Dwyer: Mother, I made you some coffee.
Effie: Oh, thank you. Mmm... It's so flavorful. You've got a real knack for brewing coffee.
Dwyer: Really? I'm so glad you like it.
Effie: I admit that I wouldn't mind a nice piece of carrot cake along with it, but still... This is good black coffee. Honestly, it might even be better than your father's.
Dwyer: Wow. Better than Father? Really? That's very high praise. I should probably keep that to myself. He might get angry.
Effie: You really think he'd get upset over a silly thing like that? Jealous. Incredibly jealous, maybe.
Dwyer: Ahhh... That actually sounds much worse.
Effie: Heehee. He can be a bit competitive. I bet if he heard me say that, he'd brew coffee all day long and force me to judge it. He'd probably keep going until he surpassed your cup.
Dwyer: Ha. That does sounds like Father. I still have more in the carafe. Let me know if you'd like another cup.
Effie: Will do. Thank you, Dwyer.
B Support
Dwyer: Hrm...
Effie: Hello, Dwyer. Is something on your mind?
Dwyer: Oh, hello, Mother. No, nothing in particular...
Effie: You know that I can always tell when you're lying, right?
Dwyer: Oh. You can always read me so well...
Effie: Talk to me. Who knows? Maybe I can offer you some handy advice.
Dwyer: It's just that...I don't believe I'm suited for the battlefield.
Effie: Why do you say that?
Dwyer: Mother, you know why. I hate getting into fights. All I would do is weigh everyone else down in the heat of battle.
Effie: Oh, Dwyer.
Dwyer: Maybe I should leave the army and go off to be a butler...
Effie: You can't do that.
Dwyer: Huh?
Effie: You belong here, Son.
Dwyer: Why?
Effie: Because you're so very kind.
Dwyer: No, I'm not.
Effie: You are. Don't try to deny it. Just a moment ago, you tried to spare me from worrying by telling a lie.
Dwyer: All the more proof that I have no business on the battlefield. There's no room for kindness there.
Effie: You're wrong about that, Dwyer. Kindness is needed there because it's a battlefield. For instance, it's kindness that propels one to sacrifice themselves for a friend... I know it comes naturally to you, but it doesn't to many others. And it's important. There is nothing braver in this world.
Dwyer: Thank you, Mother. I'll do what I can to help my friends.
Effie: Don't worry; I'll always be here to watch over you.
A Support
Effie: What have I done...
Dwyer: Mother? Is something wrong?
Effie: Oh, Dwyer. No, no, I'm fine. Just a little tired. You don't need to worry about me.
Dwyer: You know, a son can always see through their mother's lies.
Effie: Heehee. I suppose that's true.
Dwyer: I might not be able to help, but I'm more than happy to listen.
Effie: That's very sweet, thank you.
Dwyer: So? What's up?
Effie: I just... I feel like I've failed you as a mother.
Dwyer: That's not even a little true. Don't say that.
Effie: I told you to go out onto the battlefield.
Dwyer: Ah, you mean when I was worried the other day?
Effie: Yes, exactly. But a mother's first and foremost concern should always be her child's safety. What kind of person encourages her son to run into danger, to risk their life? I'm an awful mother.
Dwyer: That's not true at all.
Effie: Hmm?
Dwyer: You may have suggested that I stand and fight, but it was my choice to stay. More importantly, if I hadn't talked to you and received your advice... Well, your words about courage and bravery moved me. I may have put my friends in real danger if we hadn't spoken before.
Effie: Oh, Dwyer.
Dwyer: So please, don't worry. You're absolutely not a failure. You're the best mother that anyone could ever hope for.
Effie: ...Thank you. It's very reassuring to hear you say that.
Dwyer: Now, how about I make you a hot cup of coffee to help you relax.
Effie: You're such a thoughtful son.
Nyx
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C Support
Dwyer: Mother, I made you some coffee.
Nyx: Well, thank you, Dwyer. Oh my, it has a wonderful aroma. This is fantastic. You are very skilled at brewing coffee.
Dwyer: Really? I'm so glad you like it.
Nyx: I do. In fact, I think you make coffee even better than your father.
Dwyer: Better than Father? That's the best praise I could ever hope for! I should probably keep that to myself. He might get mad.
Nyx: Really? I'd like to think your father wouldn't stoop so low. He would be a little jealous, probably. And I doubt he would let it go.
Dwyer: That actually sounds worse.
Nyx: Teeheehee. You're right. If he heard us talking, he'd probably force me to drink coffee until I got sick of it. Or at least until I told him his brew tasted better than yours.
Dwyer: Heh. Yeah that's not too hard to imagine. I still have more in the carafe. Let me know if you'd like another cup.
Nyx: Thank you, Dwyer.
B Support
Dwyer: *sigh*
Nyx: What's on your mind, Dwyer?
Dwyer: Hello, Mother. Um, nothing in particular.
Nyx: There's no use trying to hide things from me. I can see right through you. And that's not even because of my fortune-telling skills. A mother can always see when something is wrong with their child.
Dwyer: Oh, I'm sorry.
Nyx: Just tell me what's on your mind. I may look young, but I have oodles of life experience. I can probably even give you some good advice!
Dwyer: Well, it's just... I don't think I'm suited for the battlefield.
Nyx: Why do you think that?
Dwyer: You know why. I hate getting into fights. All I would do is weigh everyone else down in the heat of battle.
Nyx: Dwyer, that's not true.
Dwyer: Maybe I should just leave the army and be a butler or something.
Nyx: No, you can't do that.
Dwyer: Huh?
Nyx: Dwyer, I think you belong here.
Dwyer: Why?
Nyx: Why? Because you're kind.
Dwyer: No, I'm not.
Nyx: You are. You're a very sweet boy. Moments ago, you tried to keep me from worrying about you. You're always concerned with the well-being of other people.
Dwyer: All the more proof that I have no business on the battlefield. There's no place for kindness there.
Nyx: That's where you're wrong, Dwyer. A battlefield needs kindness most of all. You've always put your friends before yourself. That takes strength and innate courage. You can bring those qualities to the battlefield, Son.
Dwyer: ... Thank you, Mother. I'll do what I can to help my friends.
Nyx: Good. Have confidence in yourself. I'll always look after you.
A Support
Nyx: Oh no...
Dwyer: Mother? Is something wrong?
Nyx: No, I'm fine. I must be tired. Nothing for you to worry about.
Dwyer: I might not be a fortune-teller, but I am your son. I can tell when you're lying.
Nyx: Heehee. Is that so?
Dwyer: I might not be able to help, but I'm more than happy to listen. Please, talk to me.
Nyx: I appreciate the thought.
Dwyer: So? What's going on?
Nyx: I've just been thinking. I believe I've failed you as a mother.
Dwyer: Don't say that. It's simply not true.
Nyx: But... I told you to run into the battlefield.
Dwyer: You mean when I was concerned the other day?
Nyx: Yes, exactly. A mother should always worry about the safety of their children first and foremost. And I convinced you to fight. To risk your life. I'm an awful parent.
Dwyer: Don't say that. That's not true.
Nyx: Hm?
Dwyer: You may have suggested that I stand and fight, but it was my choice to stay. Not yours.
Nyx: Hmm.
Dwyer: More importantly, I needed your wisdom. I feel like I might have put my friends in danger without your encouragement.
Nyx: Really?
Dwyer: Yes. So, you're not a failure at all. You're the best mother I could ever ask for.
Nyx: Oh thank you, Dwyer. That's very kind of you to say.
Dwyer: Now, why don't I make some fresh coffee so you can unwind.
Nyx: OK, that sounds wonderful. I really am fortunate to have a kind son like you.
Camilla
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C Support
Dwyer: Mother, I made you some coffee.
Camilla: How sweet. Thank you, Dwyer! What a lovely aroma. This is delicious! You sure know how to make a flavorful pot of coffee.
Dwyer: You mean it? I'm so glad it tastes good.
Camilla: I do—it's really exceptional. Honestly, I think I prefer it to the coffee your father makes.
Dwyer: Really? That's the best praise I could ever hope for! I should probably keep that to myself. He might get mad.
Camilla: You think so? I don't know. Knowing him, I'd say it's more likely that he might act stubborn and jealous.
Dwyer: That actually sounds worse.
Camilla: Heehee. Right? I bet a never-ending stream of coffee would appear right before my eyes. He would keep the cups coming until I said his brew was better than yours.
Dwyer: Heh. That's not all that hard to imagine. I still have more in the carafe. Let me know if you'd like another cup later.
Camilla: Thank you, Dwyer.
B Support
Dwyer: Hmm.
Camilla: Something on your mind, Dwyer?
Dwyer: Hello, Mother. No, nothing in particular...
Camilla: Are you really trying to hide things from me? Your own mother? I can see right through you, dear.
Dwyer: Oh. Sorry.
Camilla: How about you let me hear what's on your mind, darling. Maybe I can help you out.
Dwyer: It's just... I don't think I'm suited for the battlefield.
Camilla: Why do you say that?
Dwyer: You know why. I hate getting into fights. All I would do is weigh everyone else down in the heat of battle.
Camilla: Oh, Dwyer, that's not true.
Dwyer: Maybe I should leave the army and go off to be a butler.
Camilla: You can't do that.
Dwyer: Huh? Why?
Camilla: This is your home, Son. You should be fighting here, with us.
Dwyer: Why?
Camilla: Because you're sweet and kind.
Dwyer: No, I'm not.
Camilla: You are. You just told a little white lie to try and keep me from worrying about you.
Dwyer: All the more proof that I have no business on the battlefield. There's no room for kindness there.
Camilla: You're wrong about that, Dwyer. Your kindness is needed on the battlefield most of all. I've seen you helping your friends even when it put you in danger. That's a very important thing to do, and it certainly isn't easy. When I look into your eyes, I can see that it's as natural as breathing to you.
Dwyer: I never thought of it like that. Thank you, Mother. I'll do what I can to help my friends.
Camilla: That's the spirit, dear. You should be proud of yourself. Just know that I'll always be here to protect you.
A Support
Camilla: What was I thinking...
Dwyer: Mother? Is something wrong?
Camilla: Oh, it's nothing. I'm just a little tired, is all. It's making my mind wander.
Dwyer: You know I can see right through your lies, right?
Camilla: Oh, my. Heehee. I suppose I shouldn't be all that surprised.
Dwyer: I might not be able to help, but I'm more than happy to listen.
Camilla: Thank you, dear.
Dwyer: So? Talk to me.
Camilla: I just... I feel like I'm a failure as your mother.
Dwyer: Don't say that. There's not a shred of truth to that statement.
Camilla: But I... I told you to fight. Said you belonged on the battlefield.
Dwyer: You mean when I was worried the other day?
Camilla: Yes. Mothers shouldn't encourage their children to fight. But I spurred you to run into the fray. To run toward danger. I have failed you.
Dwyer: Please, don't say that.
Camilla: Hm?
Dwyer: You may have suggested that I stand and fight, but it was my choice to stay. Not yours.
Camilla: That's true.
Dwyer: More importantly, I needed your wisdom desperately. I feel like I might have put my friends in danger without your encouragement.
Camilla: Oh, Dwyer. I had no idea.
Dwyer: You haven't failed me in the slightest. In fact, you're the best mother I could ever ask for.
Camilla: That means so much to me. Thank you.
Dwyer: Now, why don't I make some fresh coffee so you can unwind.
Camilla: How did I end up with such a thoughtful son? I'm sure lucky to have you.
Selena
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C Support
Dwyer: Mother, I made you some coffee.
Selena: Huh, how thoughtful. Thank you. Oh my. It's delicious! Like, super delicious! You're fantastic at brewing coffee.
Dwyer: Really? I'm so glad you're enjoying it.
Selena: I am... *sigh* The rich aroma and robust flavor almost make the war feel far away. Honestly, I think this is even better than the coffee your father makes.
Dwyer: That's high praise! I should probably keep that to myself. It might make Father angry.
Selena: I don't think he'd get that upset. Maybe just a little jealous. Your father can be very childish sometimes.
Dwyer: Yeah, I would rather not deal with that.
Selena: Hahaha! True! I bet if he heard us talking, he would make me sample cup after cup of his brew. At least until I said his tasted better than yours.
Dwyer: Heh, yeah, that's not hard to imagine. I still have more in the carafe. Let me know if you'd like another cup later.
Selena: All right. Thank you, Dwyer.
B Support
Dwyer: Hmm...
Selena: What are you worrying about, Dwyer?
Dwyer: Oh, hello, Mother. Nothing in particular. I'm fine...
Selena: You really think you can pull the wool over my eyes? I'm your mother. Mothers can always tell when something is wrong.
Dwyer: Oh. Sorry.
Selena: Just tell me what's happening. I bet I can help you deal with whatever is troubling you.
Dwyer: It's just... I don't think I'm suited for the battlefield.
Selena: Huh? Why do you say that?
Dwyer: You know why. I hate getting into fights. All I would do is weigh everyone else down in the heat of battle.
Selena: Oh, Dwyer, that's not true.
Dwyer: Maybe I should just leave the army and be a butler somewhere.
Selena: You CAN'T be serious.
Dwyer: Huh?
Selena: Dwyer, you belong here.
Dwyer: But why?
Selena: Well, the truth is... it's because you're kind.
Dwyer: No, I'm not.
Selena: You are. The only reason you told that little white lie before was to keep me from worrying.
Dwyer: All the more proof that I have no business on the battlefield. There's no place for kindness there.
Selena: You're wrong about that, Dwyer. Kindness is needed specifically because it's a battlefield. That compassion and grace within you will be important, even when danger is near. Without that, it's impossible to get through the horrible pain of war. I think you understand what I mean.
Dwyer: ... Thank you, Mother. I'll do what I can to help my friends.
Selena: I'm glad you understand. Believe in yourself, Dwyer. After all, you are my son!
A Support
Selena: *sigh*
Dwyer: Mother? Is something wrong?
Selena: N-nothing, Son. I think I'm just a little tired. It's got nothing to do with you.
Dwyer: I'm your son. You know I can see through your lies, right?
Selena: Is that right? You sure are a cheeky boy.
Dwyer: I might not be able to help, but I'm more than happy to listen.
Selena: A-all right. Thank you.
Dwyer: So? What's up?
Selena: Well... Do you think... Have I failed you as a mother?
Dwyer: Of course not. Don't even say that.
Selena: But, I all but told you... that you belong on the battlefield.
Dwyer: Oh, you mean when I was worried the other day?
Selena: Yes. A decent mother would think of their child's safety first and foremost. And yet I told you to fight, to risk your life in combat. I'm a horrible mother.
Dwyer: That's not true.
Selena: Hm?
Dwyer: You may have suggested that I stand and fight, but it was my choice to stay. Not yours.
Selena: Oh.
Dwyer: More importantly, I needed your wisdom. I might have put my friends in danger without your encouragement.
Selena: Oh, Dwyer. I had no idea.
Dwyer: So stop worrying. You have not failed me. You're the best mother anyone could ever ask for.
Selena: I don't know about that. But I am the only one you'll ever get!
Dwyer: Now, why don't I make some fresh coffee so you can relax and unwind.
Selena: That sounds great. I'm lucky to have a thoughtful son like you.
Beruka
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C Support
Dwyer: Mother, I made you some coffee.
Beruka: Oh, thank you. Wow, it's excellent. You have a true talent for making coffee.
Dwyer: Really? I'm happy you like it.
Beruka: I do. So rich and full bodied. Honestly, it might be even better than your father's coffee.
Dwyer: Wow, that's high praise. I should probably keep that to myself. He might get mad.
Beruka: Why do you say that? Ehhh, wait. He can be pretty jealous from time to time.
Dwyer: That sounds even worse.
Beruka: Heh. It's a good thing your father didn't overhear us talking. He'd probably make me drink cup after cup of his brew. At least until I agreed that his coffee tasted better.
Dwyer: Heh... Yeah, I can imagine that. I still have more in the carafe. Let me know if you'd like another cup later.
Beruka: Thanks.
B Support
Dwyer: Hmm.
Beruka: Something on your mind?
Dwyer: Hello, Mother. No, nothing in particular.
Beruka: Dwyer, I'm your mother. It's obvious to me when you're lying.
Dwyer: Oh, sorry.
Beruka: Why don't you just talk to me? I'd really like to help. If I can, of course.
Dwyer: Well... I don't think I'm suited for the battlefield.
Beruka: Why would you say that?
Dwyer: You know why. I hate getting into fights. All I would do is weigh everyone else down in the heat of battle.
Beruka: Dwyer, I don't believe that.
Dwyer: Maybe I should just leave the army and be a butler or something.
Beruka: No. You can't do that.
Dwyer: Huh?
Beruka: You belong here. I know it.
Dwyer: Why?
Beruka: Because you're a kind boy.
Dwyer: No, I'm not.
Beruka: You are. Like how you tried to hide your concerns to keep me from worrying.
Dwyer: All the more proof that I have no business on the battlefield. There's no place for kindness there.
Beruka: You're wrong, Dwyer. I think your kind nature is needed on the battlefield most of all. Compassion gives you the strength to help others, regardless of danger. That's a strength I don't possess. It's why I want to keep fighting by your side.
Dwyer: ... Thank you, Mother. I'll do what I can to help my friends.
Beruka: I'm glad to hear that, dear. Don't worry. I'll always be here to watch out for you.
A Support
Beruka: *sigh*
Dwyer: Mother? Is something wrong?
Beruka: Oh, hello, Dwyer. No, nothing's wrong. I think I'm just tired. It doesn't have anything to do with you, dear.
Dwyer: I'm your son. You know I can see through your lies, right?
Beruka: Heh. Fair enough. I suppose that makes sense.
Dwyer: I might not be able to help, but I can at least lend you an ear.
Beruka: That's very kind. Thank you.
Dwyer: So? What's up?
Beruka: I just... I feel like a terrible mother.
Dwyer: Don't say that. It's not true at all.
Beruka: But I told you... that you belong on the battlefield. In war.
Dwyer: You mean when I was worried the other day?
Beruka: Yes, exactly. A mother's foremost concern should always be their child's safety. Yet I asked you to fight by my side. I have no business calling myself a mother.
Dwyer: That's simply not true.
Beruka: What?
Dwyer: You may have suggested that I stand and fight, but it was my choice to stay. Not yours.
Beruka: Oh.
Dwyer: More importantly, I needed your wisdom. I feel like I might have put my friends in danger without your encouragement.
Beruka: Dwyer, really?
Dwyer: Yes. I promise, you're not a failure. You're the best mother anyone could ever hope for.
Beruka: R-really? Thank you.
Dwyer: Now, why don't I make some fresh coffee so you can relax and unwind.
Beruka: You're such a thoughtful son. I'm very lucky.
Peri
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C Support
Dwyer: Mother, I made you some coffee.
Peri: Wow, thank you, Dwyer! How thoughtful. Mmm. This is tasty, Dwyer! You're really really good at making coffee!
Dwyer: You mean it? I'm so happy you like it.
Peri: *sigh*... What a lovely aroma... It really is delicious. I think I like this brew better than the one your father makes.
Dwyer: Really? That's the best praise I could ever hope for. I should probably keep that to myself. He might get mad.
Peri: Really? I hope he wouldn't get angry over something so trivial. He might get a little jealous. Really jealous, probably.
Dwyer: That sounds much worse.
Peri: Hahaha! No kidding. He'd probably make me drink countless cups of coffee if he overheard us. At least until I relented and said his brew was better than yours.
Dwyer: Heh, you're probably right about that. That's not too hard to imagine. I still have more in the carafe. Let me know if you'd like another cup later.
Peri: OK! Thanks, Dwyer!
B Support
Dwyer: Hmm.
Peri: Are you worrying about something, Dwyer?
Dwyer: Oh, hello, Mother. No, nothing in particular.
Peri: Hmpf! You can't hide anything from me! After all, I am your mother.
Dwyer: Oh. Sorry.
Peri: I hate seeing you so gloomy. What's wrong?
Dwyer: It's just... I don't think I'm suited for the battlefield.
Peri: Huh? Why would you say that?
Dwyer: You know why. I hate getting into fights. All I would do is weigh everyone else down in the heat of battle.
Peri: Oh, Dwyer. Please, don't say that!
Dwyer: Maybe I should leave the army and be a butler or something.
Peri: No! That's not right at all.
Dwyer: Huh?
Peri: I can just feel that you need to be here.
Dwyer: Why?
Peri: Well, because you're kind.
Dwyer: No, I'm not.
Peri: Yes, you are. Don't fight it. Earlier, you lied just to try and keep me from worrying.
Dwyer: All the more proof that I have no business on the battlefield. There's no place for kindness there.
Peri: You're wrong about that, Dwyer. We need thoughtful people like you on the battlefield. Being able to think of others while in harm's way is very important. That's a rare quality in this world. I don't even know how to say it, but... I can just tell that you're supposed to be here.
Dwyer: ... Thank you, Mother. I'll try my best to help out my friends.
Peri: Really?! That makes me so happy! Let's just do our best! I'll protect you, Son.
A Support
Peri: *sigh*...
Dwyer: Mother? Is something wrong?
Peri: Oh, Dwyer. It's nothing. I'm just feeling a little worn out. Don't worry about me.
Dwyer: Every son can see right through their mother's lies.
Peri: I guess that makes sense. You're right.
Dwyer: I might not be able to help, but I'm more than happy to listen. Please, talk to me.
Peri: Thanks, Dwyer. That's sweet.
Dwyer: So? What's up?
Peri: I've been thinking... I let you down as a mother.
Dwyer: Don't say that. It's totally untrue.
Peri: But... I said you belong on the battlefield.
Dwyer: Oh, you mean when I was worried the other day?
Peri: Yeah, exactly... A good mother would never encourage her own son to rush into danger. But I want to be with you! I'd be so sad if you went far away. But that's so selfish... I'm a terrible parent!
Dwyer: That's simply not true.
Peri: Huh?
Dwyer: You may have suggested that I stand and fight, but it was my choice to stay. Not yours.
Peri: Oh...
Dwyer: More importantly, I needed your wisdom. I feel like I might have put my friends in danger without your encouragement.
Peri: Dwyer, really?
Dwyer: Yes. I promise, you're not a failure. You're the best mother anyone could ever ask for.
Peri: R-really?! Oh, thank you, Dwyer!
Dwyer: Now, why don't I make some fresh coffee so you can relax and unwind.
Peri: Sure! I'm lucky to have such a sweet son!
Charlotte
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C Support
Dwyer: Mother, I made you some coffee.
Charlotte: How thoughtful, Dwyer. Thank you. My, how delicious! You sure have a talent for brewing coffee. This is wonderful!
Dwyer: You really mean it? I'm so glad that you're enjoying it.
Charlotte: I do—it's very full bodied. In fact, I think it tastes better than what your father makes.
Dwyer: Better than Father? That's the best praise I could ever hope for! I should probably keep that to myself. He might get mad.
Charlotte: Really? I'd like to think he wouldn't be that narrow minded. Then again, I could easily see him grumbling and complaining.
Dwyer: That sounds even worse.
Charlotte: Ahahaha! True! I can imagine him forcing me to drink a million cups until I said his was better. I'd probably never want coffee again!
Dwyer: Heh. That's not all that hard to imagine. I still have more in the carafe. Let me know if you'd like another cup.
Charlotte: Heehee, thank you. I'm awfully lucky to have a thoughtful son like you.
B Support
Dwyer: Hmm.
Charlotte: What is it, Dwyer? You have something on your mind?
Dwyer: Hello, Mother. No, nothing in particular...
Charlotte: Oh, come now. Don't try and hide things from me. I'm your mother. Don't you know that I see right through your lies?
Dwyer: Oh. Sorry.
Charlotte: Now spill the beans. I'll even give you some amazing advice too!
Dwyer: Well, it's just... I don't think I'm suited for the battlefield.
Charlotte: What?! That's insane. Why would you ever think something like that?
Dwyer: You know why. I hate getting into fights. All I would do is weigh everyone else down in the heat of battle.
Charlotte: Oh, Dwyer, that's absurd.
Dwyer: Maybe I should just leave the army and be a butler somewhere.
Charlotte: Don't you dare say that.
Dwyer: Huh? Why?
Charlotte: You belong on the battlefield, Son.
Dwyer: Why?
Charlotte: Because, you're super kind and thoughtful.
Dwyer: No, I'm not.
Charlotte: You are! Just a bit ago, you were trying to keep me from worrying. You're always looking out for others.
Dwyer: All the more proof that I have no business on the battlefield. There's no room for kindness there.
Charlotte: Do me a favor. Shut your mouth and listen up. Kindness is needed because it's a battlefield. It gives you the strength to think of your friends, even when surrounded by danger. That's no small feat. Most people simply can't think that way. You can, Dwyer. Don't lose sight of that.
Dwyer: ... Thank you, Mother. I'll do what I can to help my friends.
Charlotte: That's what I like to hear. Quit worrying so much and move on. No matter what, I'll always be there to protect you.
A Support
Charlotte: Ughh...
Dwyer: Mother? Is something wrong?
Charlotte: Eh, nothing. I'm just tired. Nothing for you to worry about.
Dwyer: You're aware that a son can always see through their mother's lies, right?
Charlotte: Oh, is that so?
Dwyer: I might not be able to help, but I'm more than happy to listen. Please, talk to me.
Charlotte: You're right. Thank you, Dwyer.
Dwyer: So? What's up?
Charlotte: I just realized... I've failed you as a mother.
Dwyer: Don't say that. It's totally untrue.
Charlotte: I told you to risk your life. That you belonged on the battlefield...
Dwyer: You mean when I was worried the other day?
Charlotte: Yes. A decent mother would think first and foremost of her child's safety. And yet, I encouraged you to fight. To go throw yourself into war. Seriously, what sort of mother does that? I'm a monster...
Dwyer: Don't say that.
Charlotte: Hm?
Dwyer: You may have suggested that I stand and fight, but it was my choice to stay. Not yours.
Charlotte: Oh. I guess that's true.
Dwyer: More importantly, I needed your wisdom. I feel like I might have put my friends in danger without your encouragement.
Charlotte: Oh, Dwyer. I had no idea.
Dwyer: So please, stop calling yourself a failure. You're the best mother anyone could ever ask for.
Charlotte: That's a bit much, don't you think? But I appreciate you saying so.
Dwyer: Now, why don't I make you some fresh coffee so you can unwind.
Charlotte: I sure am lucky to have you.
Kana (M) (as siblings)
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C Support
Kana: Hey, Dwyer! Wanna go on patrol with me?
Dwyer: Huh? You mean right now?
Kana: Mhm! I want to help everyone out as much as possible! Which for now means patrolling as much as possible! Are you in?
Dwyer: Sure, I think I can do that.
Kana: Yay! Let's go!
Dwyer: Er—wait. You mean just us?
Kana: Yup! You'll be OK, though. I've been training a whole lot.
Dwyer: I'm not worried about myself...
Kana: It's fine, it's fine! With our special sibling powers, we can take on anything!
Dwyer: Heh. All right. Fine. But you better stick close to me, OK? I guess it'd be a pretty big pain to get more people to help, anyways...
Kana: Woohoo! We should go patrolling every day!
Dwyer: E-every day?
Kana: Yeah! I mean, patrols need to be done every day anyways. Why not by us?
Dwyer: Every...day...
Kana: Is something the matter?
Dwyer: Oh, no. Just thinking of how terrible it'll be to go patrolling every day, is all.
Kana: So you will? Yay! Thank you so much, Dwyer! Now let's go!
B Support
Kana: Thanks for coming on patrol with me today, Dwyer!
Dwyer: No problem, Kana. I've been enjoying it. It's nice watching my little brother grow into a capable young man.
Kana: Really? You mean it?!
Dwyer: Sure. I bet you don't even need me. You've got a natural talent for this sort of thing.
Kana: Heehee. Thanks! What about you? Do you have any special talents?
Dwyer: Me? Well...I dunno about special talents... But I've done some training in unarmed combat, so I'm pretty good at that.
Kana: Wow, Dwyer, that's amazing! I bet if we combined our talents, we'd be unstoppable!
Dwyer: I'm not so sure about that. But who knows?
Kana: I do! Now, we should get moving. We're burning daylight here! We've still got a long ways to go if we're gonna be the best patrollers in camp.
Dwyer: K-Kana? Kana! Hey, wait for me!
A Support
Kana: Dwyer! Guess what time it is! That's riiiiiiiiight! It's patrol time!
Dwyer: OK, sure. Let's go!
Kana: Er, but...first, I wanted to ask you for a favor.
Dwyer: A favor? What kind of favor?
Kana: I want you to teach me how to be like you!
Dwyer: Huh? What do you mean?
Kana: Like, that stuff about unarmed combat you were talking about before! 'Cause I'm the youngest kid in camp, right? So there's a lot I still can't do. But if I learn a bunch of new skills, maybe I'll be of more use to everyone! Besides, I've always wanted to learn something from my big brother! I used to wonder a lot about what it would be like to spend more time with you.
Dwyer: Kana...
Kana: So now that I can, I want to learn as much from you as possible! ...Is that OK?
Dwyer: Of course it's OK. I'm glad you asked. I'll teach you everything I know.
Kana: Thank you so much!
Dwyer: But I'm not gonna let you get ahead of me that easy. I want to learn from you too. Let's make it a competition. To see who can grow stronger the fastest.
Kana: OK, but I'm not gonna be the one to lose! That's a promise!
Dwyer: Heh. Me either! All right, then. Today is patrol duty. Tomorrow, the real training begins.
Kana: Sounds good to me!
Kana (M) (as parent and child)
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C Support
Kana: Hey, Papa? Can I talk to you about something?
Dwyer: Hey, Kana. What's wrong?
Kana: It's Mama. I feel like she's always treating me like a child.
Dwyer: Well, that's only natural, right? You're her son, after all. And last I checked, you WERE still pretty young.
Kana: I know, I know. I just mean I'm not as young as I used to be. I want to help out with stuff. But whenever I try, she just tells me to go play with my friends instead.
Dwyer: I see. You want some responsibilities of your own, huh? Not sure why anyone would want that, but hey, to each their own.
Kana: Yeah! I want to show her that she can count on me. Can you think of any special things I could do for her?
Dwyer: Good question. Usually, I brew her rare teas or bake some special sweets for her.
Kana: Oh... But those are special things from you. I can't just copy you... Maybe there's another way to make her even happier... Oh, I know! Let's have a contest, Papa!
Dwyer: A contest?
Kana: Yeah! We'll have a contest to see which of us can make Mama happier! Between the two of us, I'm sure we can come up with all sorts of things. Whoever Mama thanks the most wins!
Dwyer: A little friendly father-son competition, hm? Sounds like it could be fun. All right. I'm in.
Kana: Really? Yay!
Dwyer: But remember, I'm Corrin's husband. I know her better than anyone else. And I'm not going to go easy on you. All right?
Kana: That's OK with me, Papa. I'm gonna beat you fair and square!
Dwyer: Heh. Well then, may the best man win.
B Support
Kana: Hey, Papa! I've been making a ton of progress on our contest! How about you?
Dwyer: Well, I haven't done anything too special yet, but I've gotten a lot of thanks already. Let's see, now... I've got a tally here somewhere... Ah! Here it is.
Kana: WOW! That's a lot! And you got all of these already?
Dwyer: Yeah, I was surprised too. I guess I do more for your mother than I'd thought. Maybe I'm not such a bad husband after all, huh?
Kana: Hmph... Well, I'm still not gonna lose! Here, see! I recorded all mine too! And the total is...um...
Dwyer: Y-you got just as many as I did!
Kana: I did? I did! Haha! Kana's gonna beat you big-time, Papa!
Dwyer: How did you even get all these?
Kana: Mostly I've been trying to help out around camp. I spend each morning making arrows for the fletchers. Then, at lunch, I slice the bear meat and hand out food to the soldiers. Oh, and at night I make sure the mounts are all fed and outfitted for the next day. Plus I do a bunch of other little things whenever I have the time!
Dwyer: That's...that's so much work. I don't know how you do it, Kana. You really have been growing up, though, haven't you?
Kana: Huh?
Dwyer: Oh, just a thought. It wasn't so long ago you were still in your swaddling clothes. Now, all of a sudden, you're making real, important contributions to the army. Maybe I've been treating you like too much of a child too...
Kana: Heehee. Yeah, I've been working real hard. Soon there'll be nothing I can't do!
Dwyer: I believe it. And I bet your mother is very proud of you for all your hard work.
Kana: I hope so. And I'm gonna work even harder for her tomorrow! I won't let this end in a draw, Papa!
Dwyer: Heh. I guess I can't afford to get careless. This might be harder than I thought...
A Support
Kana: *grumble*
Dwyer: Hey, Kana.
Kana: Hi, Papa...
Dwyer: Something wrong? I'd have thought you'd be in a better mood after winning our contest the other day. Or has beating your old man already lost its charm?
Kana: Oh, no. I'm still happy about that, I guess. It's just that I was trying to do things for Mama earlier, and she made me stop. She said I should be spending more time playing around with my friends. She still thinks I'm just a kid. Haven't I shown her I'm old enough to help out around camp?
Dwyer: Ah, so that's it. I wouldn't worry. It's not you. You're doing good work, I promise.
Kana: Then why doesn't she want me to help with anything?
Dwyer: I think your mother knows full well you're capable of handling the work. But seeing you acting so grown up makes her feel sad.
Kana: Huh? Why?
Dwyer: Well, she doesn't want to lose her baby boy. She is very, very proud that you're growing up and working so hard. But at the same time, she's worried it means you won't need her anymore. It's a little contradictory, but it's true. Parents can be funny like that.
Kana: So...what should I do?
Dwyer: I'd say to keep doing things around camp, but don't work yourself so hard. Take breaks to see your friends, play games, go on adventures. You know. And try to spend some quality time with your mother every now and then. Think you can handle that?
Kana: But...
Dwyer: Hm? Do you not want to spend time with your mother?
Kana: No, that's not it! It's just... I feel like that stuff is for babies.
Dwyer: No, Kana, it's not for babies. It's for children. And your mother wants you to stay a child for just a little while longer. We both do.
Kana: Papa...
Dwyer: Kana, we know that you're growing and that you want more responsibilities. And we know that you're going to be a fine young man someday. But for now...relax. Enjoy yourself. At least a little bit, here and there.
Kana: OK. Thanks, Papa. I'll think real hard about everything you've said.
Dwyer: Good. You know... I think it would be good if you spent the night in with your mother. I'll go talk to her about it now.
Kana: Wait! What about you?
Dwyer: Me? No, I've got to—
Kana: But, Papa! Don't you need a break sometimes too? And don't you want Mama and me to be happy?
Dwyer: W-well, when you put it that way... All right, all right. I'll stay in with you two.
Kana: Yaaay!
Dwyer: Heh. So this is fatherhood, huh? I gotta admit, it's not so bad...
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Kana: Dwyer! Dwyer! Dwyer!
Dwyer: Uh, er, whuh?
Kana: You're good in a fight, right?
Dwyer: Depends.
Kana: Depends on what?
Dwyer: On whom you ask. Are you asking me? Then, yes—I'm good in a fight. I'm a master of flailing wildly. But one must use that power wisely.
Kana: Aw, come on. I heard you were trained in martial arts. Teach me! Teach me!
Dwyer: Must I?
Kana: I want to be strong enough to protect everyone. You have to!
Dwyer: Well then, here's the one thing I have to teach. Never confront anyone in battle. Stay back. Out of harm's way. Think long and hard before you get involved. Only then will you be enlightened... to let others do the dirty work.
Kana: Are you saying I should be a tactician? But I want to battle! Please, Dwyer? Teach me. I'll be the best martial-arts dragon ever!
Dwyer: You don't take a hint, do you? I don't want to get involved with this.
Kana: Pretty please? I know I can do it, whatever you throw at me!
Dwyer: Whatever, eh?
Kana: Anything to be a master of the martial arts!
Dwyer: You're not going to let this go, are you? Then it is time that I step out of the shadows and take a student.
Kana: Yay, thanks! See you tomorrow!
B Support
Kana: Master Dwyer! Master Dwyer! I'm ready for my first martial-arts lesson!
Dwyer: Heh. Then commence running.
Kana: Sure thing, Master Dwyer! How far?
Dwyer: Until you get tired?
Kana: Until I get tired! Yes, Master! See you later, Master!
(Dwyer leaves)
Kana: I'm...I'm...I'm back, Master!
Dwyer: Zzzzzz...
Kana: Master? Are you sleeping?
Dwyer: Zzz-znorfle?! Wha-wha—? Are you back already?
Kana: You were napping!
Dwyer: No, my student. I was practicing the ancient art of maximum shut-eye.
Kana: What? How's that not a nap?
Dwyer: Napping anywhere is easy. But on a battlefield? That takes practice. That was today's lesson.
Kana: I see! You're the best, Master! I can't wait to learn even more!
Dwyer: Wait! Is it past dinner? How did it get SO late?!
Kana: You said to run until I got tired. It's been...hours.
Dwyer: Hmm. You really follow orders to the letter, don't you?
Kana: Yes, Master! To the letter!
Dwyer: That changes everything. You'll be ready to learn slappyface sooner than I thought.
Kana: Slappyface? Is that a martial-arts technique?
Dwyer: Uh, yes. And yet, no. One thing you must learn, Kana, is that slappyface is neither slappy nor face.
Kana: Yes, Master!
Dwyer: You are well on your way. Next time, I will reveal more.
Kana: Thank you, Master Dwyer!
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Kana: Master Dwyer! Master Dwyer!
Dwyer: You again?
Kana: I'm ready for my next lesson.
Dwyer: Listen closely, Kana. You have already achieved all you need to. Today is your last day of training.
Kana: Yes, Master. But no, Master! I've hardly learned a thing yet.
Dwyer: You have. And yet you haven't. Do you see now? Have your eyes opened?
Kana: No! They haven't. I won't stand for this. You've got to teach me the martial arts.
Dwyer: Huh. You're smarter than you look.
Kana: Yes! So start my next lesson.
Dwyer: Ah, the lesson has already begun. I put up a wall of indifference. You broke through it. Now you're one step closer to being ready to learn slappyface. It is a technique passed from master to student for ages untold. My father taught it to me. I will teach it to you.
Kana: Ready, Master.
Dwyer: Oh, not today.
Kana: Whatever it takes! Whatever steps I must climb, Master! I appreciate you taking the time to help me.
Dwyer: It does cut into my nap time. But you're worth it.
Kana: I'll do my best.
Dwyer: Good, good—I know you will. Now, begin running.
Kana: Wait a second. Are you just going to take another nap?
Dwyer: Running is the key to the door that is you being elsewhere. As soon as you return though, I'll teach you something or another.
Kana: Yes, Master. I'll go run around the lake once. Back in a flash.
Dwyer: Make it twice, Kana... No, three times... Or even...zzzzz...
S Support
Dwyer: Hi, Kana.
Kana: What's wrong, Master Dwyer? You look more...?
Dwyer: More shady than usual? Well, it's been quite a lesson getting to know you. You're just too nice to keep fooling. I'm really sort of a lazy fool.
Kana: No, Master!
Dwyer: Drop that Master stuff. You're not my student. I've been deceiving you.
Kana: I know.
Dwyer: You do? Then why did you do all that running to learn slappyface?
Kana: I'm hoping that if we become real friends, maybe you'll teach me real things.
Dwyer: Really? Oh, look, Kana! There's a giant house made of candy over there!
Kana: Candy house? Where?!
Dwyer: Yes, see? Made you look. I'm a liar. I won't teach you real things.
Kana: You didn't make me look. I decided to look to make you feel like a jerk.
Dwyer: You what now?
Kana: Did it work?
Dwyer: Hmm, yes. It did.
Kana: Sorry. I said that I wanted to protect everyone. I'm starting with you.
Dwyer: Protecting me from what?
Kana: Yourself! You're your own worst enemy. You need a good friend.
Dwyer: And, what, you think you can do the job?!
Kana: I have been. You feel like a big jerk for making me run laps for no point, right?
Dwyer: Yes, I admit it!
Kana: There then. You'll be less of a jerk from now on.
Dwyer: I didn't realize you were on to me.
Kana: Ha! Of course! I can tell there's a heart of gold underneath all that murky goo!
Dwyer: You won't tell anyone, will you?
Kana: No, you can act like you're a jerk if you want—just not to me.
Dwyer: It's a deal, Kana.
Kana: And I'll be me too. I'm not as ditzy as you thought.
Dwyer: (Wish I'd known that earlier.)
Kana: What was that?
Dwyer: Wish I'd known you earlier!
Kana: Now let's put away all this master and student silliness, OK? We're best friends from now on.
Dwyer: Was this your plan this whole time? To ensnare me as your bestie?!
Kana: Heh. YES!
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Dwyer: Hmm... Where did Shigure run off to? I doubt that he's out here in the hills or fields, but I couldn't find him at camp... It's probably worth it to look, at least.
Shigure: *singing*
Dwyer: Wait, is that him? Why is he sitting on that tree stump all the way out here? And who are all those peop— No, those aren't people... They look like forest animals... Bears, rabbits, squirrels... Is that a wolf? How can they all be sitting together so calmly?
Shigure: I think that's enough for one day. How did you all enjoy it?
Dwyer: ...It looks like he's trying to hold a conversation with them.
Shigure: Ah! Who's there?! Oh no! Come back!
Dwyer: Um... Sorry about that. I didn't mean to make them all run away... That was my fault, Shigure.
Shigure: They were just startled, Dwyer. Frankly, I was too! But don't worry about it. They can't help being a little shy. So tell me, what are you doing all the way out here?
Dwyer: Well, I came here looking for you. Even though we're siblings, we didn't get to grow up together, right? You're my brother, but I don't know the first thing about you. I thought we could talk.
Shigure: O-oh, I see... I don't know what to say. I'm really not the most interesting person around... You might have a better time talking with someone more outgoing.
Dwyer: Don't say that...
Shigure: Please, you shouldn't feel obligated to be my friend just because we're related. Honestly, I'm not in the most social mood right now. Please, excuse me...
(Shigure leaves)
Dwyer: H-hey, don't leave... What's with him?
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Dwyer: *sigh*... I wonder where Shigure is today... Maybe he went back to that clearing again. He's probably surrounded by all those forest animals... Yeah, looks like I was right. Hello, Shigure…
Shigure: Dwyer?! What are you doing out here? Ah! No! Don't go!
Dwyer: Those critters sure are fast. I'm sorry, Shigure. I didn't mean to scare them off again...
Shigure: N-no, don't worry about it. They aren't used to other people being around here. It's easy to startle them.
Dwyer: Oh... It's amazing how well you get along with all of them. We may have the same parents, but I could never do what you do.
Shigure: Why were you looking for me again? Did you need something?
Dwyer: Yes. I still want to know more about you. We are brothers, but you treat me like I'm some stranger. Don't you get lonely out here?
Shigure: Occasionally... Listen, I'm sorry for being cold the other day. The truth is, it makes me happy that you care so much. I'm your brother, and I don't want to let you down.
Dwyer: You really mean it? Would you mind if I stuck around here with you for a while? Maybe you could call back those animal friends of yours.
Shigure: Honestly, I don't think they would be comfortable around you.
Dwyer: Oh, they won't? But they seem so fond of you... Maybe if I'm really nice and work hard, I can win them over too...
Shigure: Hmm... I'm not sure if this will help, but... Animals are highly attuned to the feelings of people around them. Most likely, they detected something in you that drove them off.
Dwyer: But why would I be angry at a bunch of cute animals?
Shigure: They can sense what you were thinking. Were you sizing them up to figure out which one might make a tasty dinner? Even just for a moment?
Dwyer: Shigure, are you trying to make fun of me?
Shigure: Of course not, I'm sorry. That's just the biggest reason I could think of for them to run away. I appreciate how sincere you are about befriending them. I'll try to think of what can be done to make them feel safe around you. There has to be a way to help out my kindhearted brother.
Dwyer: I hope you're right...
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Dwyer: Hello, Shigure...
Shigure: What's wrong, Dwyer? You look troubled.
Dwyer: Erm... I wanted to talk about the animals from the other day...
Shigure: Oh? Did you want to go pay them a visit? I was just about to head in that direction if you want to come along... Are you ready to prove that you don't mean them any harm?
Dwyer: Yeah, about that... I've given it a lot of thought. The truth is, I think you were right about me feeling upset when I saw them...
Shigure: What do you mean?
Dwyer: When I noticed how well you got along with them, I couldn't help being jealous. In that moment, I just wanted them to go away so that we could hang out... That's why they thought I was a threat. I feel terrible for being so mean...
Shigure: Dwyer, I'm glad you thought about this and talked to me.
Dwyer: The point is, I can't go back out there again. I would be so embarrassed...
Shigure: Don't say that! You should absolutely go back. By opening up, you've changed, and the animals will be able to tell. I think they'll be more welcoming.
Dwyer: I'm not sure...
Shigure: Well I am. You didn't have to say that you were feeling jealous. But you did anyway. That tells me that you've got a good soul. They'll be able to see that, too. Look! There's a rabbit hopping this way.
Dwyer: Ahh... What do I do?
Shigure: Just calm down... Relax, and take a breath. Quiet your mind and be peaceful... Just think about how you want to be friends with the furry critter.
Dwyer: Uh, sure, OK. I'll try... Wow, he's letting me pet him... This rabbit is so friendly.
Shigure: See? Everything worked out just fine.
Dwyer: Yeah... Just like you said it would.
Shigure: Now you can meet all of the other animals! I think you will get along with everyone. Let's wander to the clearing in the woods. I bet your friends will be waiting there.
Dwyer: Thanks, Shigure...
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