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This page contains all data pertaining to Sylvain's supports in Fire Emblem: Three Houses.

Byleth (M)

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Sylvain
Support information: Small portrait byleth m fe16.png
Byleth
C:
Available in Part I
C+:
Available in both parts
B:
Available in both parts
B+:
Available in both parts
A:
Available in Part II
A+:
Available in Part II
S: Select before final chapter

C Support

Sylvain: You think I'd cheat? On you, baby? Never. Come on, you should know me better than that. You're the only one for me. I swear. Hey, if ya don't believe me, well... Oh, I get it. If I'm not your type, do you want me to introduce you to some other guys who have Crests? They're all nobles, just like me.
Town Girl: What?! That isn't why I'm— You— You're worse than I thought!
Sylvain: I just want you to be happy. You know, get what you're after. I hate seeing a girl cry, especially one as beautiful as you. So you know, maybe we... ... So, Professor, do you enjoy spying on people? You look like you've got something to say. So say it.

Choice 1 Choice 2
You're a jerk. You broke her heart.
Sylvain: Hey, that was between me and her, not you. Sylvain: Weren't you listening? I'm on her side! She knows that.

Sylvain: But you know how it is. Most relationships, they end in heartbreak. Anyway, I don't know why she's so upset about me dating other girls. She didn't care before she found out, so why does she care now? I really do hate seeing a girl cry.

Choice 1 Choice 2
It doesn't seem that way. Is that a fact?
Sylvain: I swear it's the truth! My heart's in a million pieces right now. It's just the worst. Sylvain: Believe whatever you want, but I'm honestly not sure if I can ever love again.

Sylvain: Well, I figure the best way to mend a broken heart is to head out on the town. Why don't you join me? Who knows? Maybe you'll find love. I mean, I know I will. Calm down—it was only a joke! You've really got no sense of humor, you know that?

B Support

Sylvain: ...

What happened?

Sylvain: Oh, Professor. Heh, I didn't realize you were there. If we keep running into each other like this, people will start to talk. They'll say, "Sylvain and the professor are on the prowl." Heh... Ah, forget it. What do you need?

Choice 1 Choice 2
Girl problems, Sylvain? Another lover's quarrel?
Sylvain: Well, you're not wrong.

Sylvain: I fell for that girl recently, but I just wanted to have some fun and leave it at that. So I told her we should break it off. I guess she was feeling a little more serious than I was. She started crying, and everything got a bit...complicated.

Choice 1 Choice 2
You're complicated. Jerk.

Sylvain: Come on, Professor. Playing around with girls is the most fun a guy can have. Besides, I don't care what you think of me. I don't intend to change how I live my life. I'm a good-for-nothing, if you haven't noticed, but I'm still a noble with a Crest. That's all anyone cares about. It's best to avoid getting too serious with fools like that. It only leads to trouble. I'm gonna be forced into an arranged marriage with some random noblewoman anyway. By the way, Professor. You didn't know you had a Crest, did you?

Choice 1 Choice 2
I never thought much about it. My father never told me.

Sylvain: I see. I suppose a mercenary wouldn't be concerned with such things.

What was your experience?

Sylvain: Most children who are born to noble families are tested upon birth to see if they bear one. Even descendants of the 10 Elites, like myself, can't be legitimate heirs without a Crest. That means, as children, we're only accepted if we're born with one. The heads of most noble houses keep having kids until they get one with a Crest. Those children then grow up to be heads of their houses, and the vicious cycle continues. Do you get it now? To all these commoner girls, I'm just a trophy. Or rather, a studhorse.

Choice 1 Choice 2
You mean they only want you for your bloodline? That's cynical.
Sylvain: See? I knew you'd get it. These girls don't love me. They love the potential rewards of loving me. Sylvain: Perhaps. But that doesn't change the fact that these girls don't love me. They only love the potential rewards of loving me.

Sylvain: If I marry a girl and she gives birth to a child with a Crest, that kid might become the next head of House Gautier.

After Chapter 5

Sylvain: But nowadays, with the bloodlines getting weaker, there are a lot of kids like my brother...born with no hope.

Sylvain: For ages now, those of us with Crests have been envied and desired but never for who we are. I understand the value of my blood. Believe me, I hate how much I understand it. I know better than to dream of being free from this burden. I'm used to it by now. I used to think I didn't have the right to live freely.

You don't think that way anymore?

Sylvain: Heh heh... That's right. You know what? I'm a bit jealous. The whole time you were growing up, you never knew you had a Crest. You were free. Nobody pretended to like you. I kind of hate you for that... You were a spoiled brat who should pay for that Crest. Maybe I'll collect the debt. Ha! Gotcha! Wow, you shoulda seen the look on your face just then. Don't mind me, Professor. After all, ladies love a dark and brooding noble.

A Support

Sylvain: Ugh, that hurts... Ah, Professor! Thanks for stopping by.

Choice 1 Choice 2
How's your injury? You got hurt protecting me...

Sylvain: It's not bad. I was even told I'd be cleared for service starting tomorrow. Besides, I got this scar fighting for you. It's almost like a medal or something.

Choice 1 Choice 2
Didn't you want to kill me? Are you happy you protected me?
Sylvain: I certainly meant it when I said it, but...

Sylvain: When I thought you were going to be killed for real, my reflexes kicked in. I reacted without thinking. It doesn't mean I've stopped being jealous of you. But, come on, I can't help but look up to you. If I'd had the guts to run away from home, I wonder if I would have cared as little about my Crest as you do yours...

You didn't have the courage?

Sylvain: No... But if I thought I could have escaped, I would have tried. I'd leave behind House Gautier and the life of a nobleman...and anybody who knew I had a Crest. Our home is to the very north of the Kingdom. Just across the mountains from us is land inhabited by foreigners to Fódlan.

Sylvain: Right now, it actually belongs to Faerghus, but I can't say we're on good terms with the people there.

Silver Snow, Azure Moon, or Verdant Wind

Sylvain: It once belonged to Faerghus, but now that the Kingdom has collapsed, it's only a matter of time until fighting breaks out.

Sylvain: Anyway, that land has been contested for centuries, and all that time, it has fallen to House Gautier to protect it. Actually, our Lance of Ruin has been doing most of the protecting.

Choice 1 Choice 2
But it was stolen... I remember. Five years ago...

Sylvain: Those were dangerous times. One wrong step and we would have lost our Relic to the church. My father was afraid that the church would try to keep the lance, so he entrusted it to me. If an emergency arose, I was supposed to be called back home. I guess those very situations are why my family values Crests so much. Since I bear a Crest, my parents made sure I was never left wanting. My older brother didn't have one, and so when I was born, he was pushed aside. You know he once shoved me in a well? He left me on the mountainside in the middle of winter too.

Choice 1 Choice 2
That's horrible. You didn't try to get him back?

Sylvain: Even as a little kid, I understood why he was like that. My mere existence stole everything from him. I have no right to complain when I am surrounded by people who would give anything to bear a Crest but do not. Now women smile at me for the same reason my parents adore me...and my brother wanted me dead. And I have to meet them all with a smile and a wink because I have a Crest.

Choice 1 Choice 2
So what you really feel toward women is... You're wrong.
Sylvain: The women who just want to use me to become nobility? Hatred's probably the right word. Though, in the end...that's just an easy answer. I don't even know how I truly feel about it all. Sylvain: Yeah, yeah. It's late to admit it, but I get you. It would be best just to tell them to heap their empty praise elsewhere.

Sylvain: Anyway, it was pretty unreasonable of me to resent you. I'm really sorry about that. And I want to say thank you, Professor. Seriously. Thank you.

For what?

Sylvain: Before I met you, I'd gone my whole life not knowing there was another way for me to live. So from the bottom of my heart...I'm glad we met.

Byleth (F)

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Sylvain
Support information: Small portrait byleth f fe16.png
Byleth
C:
Available in Part I
C+:
Available in both parts
B:
Available in both parts
B+:
Available in both parts
A:
Available in Part II
A+:
Available in Part II
S: Select before final chapter

C Support

Sylvain: You think I'd cheat? On you, baby? Never. Come on, you should know me better than that. You're the only one for me. I swear. Hey, if ya don't believe me, well... Oh, I get it. If I'm not your type, do you want me to introduce you to some other guys who have Crests? They're all nobles, just like me.
Town Girl: What?! That isn't why I'm— You— You're worse than I thought!
Sylvain: I just want you to be happy. You know, get what you're after. I hate seeing a girl cry, especially one as beautiful as you. So you know, maybe we... ... So, Professor, do you enjoy spying on people? You look like you've got something to say. So say it.

Choice 1 Choice 2
You're a jerk. You broke her heart.
Sylvain: Hey, that was between me and her, not you. Sylvain: Weren't you listening? I'm on her side! She knows that.

Sylvain: But you know how it is. Most relationships, they end in heartbreak. Anyway, I don't know why she's so upset about me dating other girls. She didn't care before she found out, so why does she care now? I really do hate seeing a girl cry.

Choice 1 Choice 2
It doesn't seem that way. Is that a fact?
Sylvain: I swear it's the truth! My heart's in a million pieces right now. It's just the worst. Sylvain: Believe whatever you want, but I'm honestly not sure if I can ever love again.

Sylvain: Come on. It's hard on me too! If only I had someone to comfort me. Professor? It's OK if you want to console me... I happen to have some exquisite tea back in my quarters. You could come by, and...we could chat about love. Calm down—it was only a joke! You've really got no sense of humor, you know that?

B Support

Sylvain: ...

What happened?

Sylvain: Oh, Professor. Heh, I didn't realize you were there. If we keep running into each other like this, people will start to talk. Hey, don't get mad! I was joking. Ah, forget it. What do you need?

Choice 1 Choice 2
Girl problems, Sylvain? Another lover's quarrel?
Sylvain: Well, you're not wrong.

Sylvain: I fell for that girl recently, but I just wanted to have some fun and leave it at that. So I told her we should break it off. I guess she was feeling a little more serious than I was. She started crying, and everything got a bit...complicated.

Choice 1 Choice 2
You're complicated. Jerk.

Sylvain: Come on, Professor. Playing around with girls is the most fun a guy can have. Besides, I don't care what you think of me. I don't intend to change how I live my life. I'm a good-for-nothing, if you haven't noticed, but I'm still a noble with a Crest. That's all anyone cares about. It's best to avoid getting too serious with fools like that. It only leads to trouble. I'm gonna be forced into an arranged marriage with some random noblewoman anyway. By the way, Professor. You didn't know you had a Crest, did you?

Choice 1 Choice 2
I never thought much about it. My father never told me.

Sylvain: I see. I suppose a mercenary wouldn't be concerned with such things.

What was your experience?

Sylvain: Most children who are born to noble families are tested upon birth to see if they bear one. Even descendants of the 10 Elites, like myself, can't be legitimate heirs without a Crest. That means, as children, we're only accepted if we're born with one. The heads of most noble houses keep having kids until they get one with a Crest. Those children then grow up to be heads of their houses, and the vicious cycle continues. Do you get it now? To all these commoner girls, I'm just a trophy. Or rather, a studhorse.

Choice 1 Choice 2
You mean they only want you for your bloodline? That's cynical.
Sylvain: See? I knew you'd get it. These girls don't love me. They love the potential rewards of loving me. Sylvain: Perhaps. But that doesn't change the fact that these girls don't love me. They only love the potential rewards of loving me.

Sylvain: If I marry a girl and she gives birth to a child with a Crest, that kid might become the next head of House Gautier.

After Chapter 5

Sylvain: But nowadays, with the bloodlines getting weaker, there are a lot of kids like my brother...born with no hope.

Sylvain: For ages now, those of us with Crests have been envied and desired but never for who we are. I understand the value of my blood. Believe me, I hate how much I understand it. I know better than to dream of being free from this burden. I'm used to it by now. I used to think I didn't have the right to live freely.

You don't think that way anymore?

Sylvain: Heh heh... That's right. You know what? I'm a bit jealous. The whole time you were growing up, you never knew you had a Crest. You were free. Nobody pretended to like you. I kind of hate you for that... You were a spoiled brat who should pay for that Crest. Maybe I'll collect the debt. Ha! Gotcha! Wow, you shoulda seen the look on your face just then. Don't mind me, Professor. After all, ladies love a dark and brooding noble.

A Support

Sylvain: Ugh, that hurts... Ah, Professor! Thanks for stopping by.

Choice 1 Choice 2
How's your injury? You got hurt protecting me...

Sylvain: It's not bad. I was even told I'd be cleared for service starting tomorrow. Besides, I got this scar fighting for you. It's almost like a medal or something.

Choice 1 Choice 2
Didn't you want to kill me? Are you happy you protected me?
Sylvain: I certainly meant it when I said it, but...

Sylvain: When I thought you were going to be killed for real, my reflexes kicked in. I reacted without thinking. It doesn't mean I've stopped being jealous of you. But, come on, I can't help but look up to you. If I'd had the guts to run away from home, I wonder if I would have cared as little about my Crest as you do yours...

You didn't have the courage?

Sylvain: No... But if I thought I could have escaped, I would have tried. I'd leave behind House Gautier and the life of a nobleman...and anybody who knew I had a Crest. Our home is to the very north of the Kingdom. Just across the mountains from us is land inhabited by foreigners to Fódlan.

Sylvain: Right now, it actually belongs to Faerghus, but I can't say we're on good terms with the people there.

Silver Snow, Azure Moon, or Verdant Wind

Sylvain: It once belonged to Faerghus, but now that the Kingdom has collapsed, it's only a matter of time until fighting breaks out.

Sylvain: Anyway, that land has been contested for centuries, and all that time, it has fallen to House Gautier to protect it. Actually, our Lance of Ruin has been doing most of the protecting.

Choice 1 Choice 2
But it was stolen... I remember. Five years ago...

Sylvain: Those were dangerous times. One wrong step and we would have lost our Relic to the church. My father was afraid that the church would try to keep the lance, so he entrusted it to me. If an emergency arose, I was supposed to be called back home. I guess those very situations are why my family values Crests so much. Since I bear a Crest, my parents made sure I was never left wanting. My older brother didn't have one, and so when I was born, he was pushed aside. You know he once shoved me in a well? He left me on the mountainside in the middle of winter too.

Choice 1 Choice 2
That's horrible. You didn't try to get him back?

Sylvain: Even as a little kid, I understood why he was like that. My mere existence stole everything from him. I have no right to complain when I am surrounded by people who would give anything to bear a Crest but do not. Now women smile at me for the same reason my parents adore me...and my brother wanted me dead. And I have to meet them all with a smile and a wink because I have a Crest.

Choice 1 Choice 2
So what you really feel toward women is... You're wrong.
Sylvain: The women who just want to use me to become nobility? Hatred's probably the right word. Though, in the end...that's just an easy answer. I don't even know how I truly feel about it all. Sylvain: Yeah, yeah. It's late to admit it, but I get you. It would be best just to tell them to heap their empty praise elsewhere.

Sylvain: Anyway, it was pretty unreasonable of me to resent you. I'm really sorry about that. And I want to say thank you, Professor. Seriously. Thank you.

For what?

Sylvain: Before I met you, I'd gone my whole life not knowing there was another way for me to live. So from the bottom of my heart...I'm glad we met.

S Support

Goddess Tower

Sylvain:Professor, I've been waiting for you awhile. I've just been out here watching the sky grow lighter.

Choice 1 Choice 2
Sorry. You got here too early.
Sylvain: No, it's OK. I just got here way too early.

Sylvain: I woke up, and I couldn't get back to sleep. And it's nice to spend a morning like this sometimes. It's really just hitting me. For the past five years, we've been fighting and fighting... But now the war's over. It's time for a new way of life. So I've decided I want to take responsibility for my own fate.

Choice 1 Choice 2
Fate? Responsibility?

Sylvain: That's right. My Crest doesn't decide my fate. I do. It's time for the first step in the right direction. I don't want to marry a girl who wants to use me for my Crest or a girl who someone else chose for me.
(Sylvain presents a ring)
Sylvain: I want to marry someone I really care about. And, you know, maybe I can't...but I'd like to try.

Choice 1 Choice 2
... Do you really mean it?

Sylvain: You don't believe me? I probably should have seen that coming... In that case, I'll just have to propose to you over and over again...until you know I'm serious. Marry me. I'd do anything for you. I'm done lying, especially to myself.

Choice 1 Choice 2
If you cheat on me, you'll pay dearly. I love you, so I suppose I have no choice.

Sylvain: You mean... If we're together, I don't even care if I stay locked up inside for the rest of my life. If you told me you didn't want me to look at another woman, I'd go blind for you.

That's taking it a bit far.

Sylvain: Sorry about that. I got a little excited. I've spent my whole life relying on flowery language, so it's a bit hard to rein it in. OK... Calming down now. I'm just over the moon about this. With you by my side, I'm excited to find out what this new way of life is all about. We fought hard for today, and I'm beyond happy just to be alive. And now, I'm engaged to the perfect woman. Strike that. You know what? My happiness isn't what I care about today. I'm going to spend the rest of our lives together trying to make you happy. I promise.

Dimitri

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Sylvain
Support information: Small portrait dimitri fe16.png
Dimitri
C:
Available in both parts
C+:
Available in both parts
B:
Available in both parts
B+:
Available in both parts
A:
Available in Part II
A+:
Available in Part II
S: Select before final chapter
Additional notes: Can only grow supports on the Blue Lions and Azure Moon routes
Cannot unlock supports between Chapters 13 and 17

C Support

Sylvain: I'd better avoid the training grounds. I swear, His Highness never sleeps...
Dimitri: You're out late, Sylvain. Is it safe to assume you've been wildly carousing with women? I'm afraid that behavior simply will not do.
Sylvain: Ah, Your Highness! Hello. No, I was not wildly carousing with women. There was only the one. Let's just forget you saw me, agreed?
Dimitri: Unfortunately, I can't do that. It's time someone talked some sense into you, and it seems the task has fallen to me. Sylvain... I'm not saying you can't enjoy yourself at night. But you must learn the art of moderation. Again and again, you end up wandering the streets until the early morning...
Sylvain: OK, I get it. I don't need one of your lectures. I've got them all memorized, anyway.

During Part I

Sylvain: I promise I'll be better in the future. I'll stop going out at night. I'll focus more on my studies...

During Part II

Sylvain: I promise I'll be better in the future. I'll stop going out at night. I'll attend all the strategy meetings...

Sylvain: And in return, you'll go into town with me, and we'll invite some cute girls to dinner. Shall we shake on it?
Dimitri: The way your mind works absolutely confounds me. How did you even arrive at such a notion?
Sylvain: You need to get out more. Naive and uptight is no way to live your life.
Dimitri: Naive and uptight? Yes, well, compared to you, I imagine I'm downright run-of-the-mill.
Sylvain: I'm not so sure. Most men are experienced enough to know not to give a dagger to the girl they—
Dimitri: Will you never let that rest?! It was many years ago! Perhaps a good knock on the head will help you to finally forget about it...
Sylvain: With your brute strength, a knock on the head could knock the life right out of me. You'd better watch that temper, Your Highness. So how about this—I'll try to behave, and you'll try to loosen up?
Dimitri: If I do as you wish, will you truly promise to improve your behavior?
Sylvain: What'd I just say? Of course I'll behave. A knight of Faerghus never goes back on his word. What about you? I wanna see you with a girl on your arm.
Dimitri: I am a man of my word. I will...attempt to do as you ask. But you had better uphold your end of the bargain as well.
Sylvain: Seriously?! Ha! Yeah, I'll believe it when he introduces me to the lucky girl. Oh, Dimitri. You always take even the silliest things so very seriously. This should be fun...

B Support

Sylvain: Uh...Your Highness? Why are you in my room?
Dimitri: Sorry! I need to...hide. In here. Just for a while. I'll have you know this is all your fault!

During Part I

Sylvain: Hide? From who?
Dimitri: It's, um. A girl. From the academy.

During Part II

Sylvain: Hide? From who? Is it the Empire?!
Dimitri: No. It's, ugh... A girl.

Sylvain: I'm sorry... It's a what?
Dimitri: This is all because of your insistence that I go and ask a girl out!
Sylvain: You didn't give her a dagger, did you? Is that why you're hiding? Does she have a dagger, Dimitri?
Dimitri: Look, you kept true to your promise to improve your behavior. So I felt it was only right to make good on my side of the bargain too...
Sylvain: You invited a girl to dinner, and now she's chasing you around. What's the big deal? Unless... Did you use one of my pick-up lines? Those words are dangerous in the wrong hands. With me, people know a line's a line and I'm joking. But you... Nobody's ever accused you of being funny.
Dimitri: I clearly underestimated the difficulty of the task. But...what do I do now?
Sylvain: Relax, Your Highness. Relax. I'll sort this whole thing out, real easy. All we have to do is figure out how to make this girl lose interest in you. And making girls lose interest is what I'm best at! You just wait right there, and I'll fix everything.
Dimitri: It was my naiveté that brought this about. I cannot place this immense burden on your shoulders...
Sylvain: This is no job for an amateur. You need a professional's help. Trying to do everything yourself has never served you so well, so just leave this to the master. Even the dagger incident could have been avoided if you had just talked with me beforehand.
Dimitri: There wasn't time for consultation! I only learned she was leaving on the day of her departure.
Sylvain: Whatever you say. The point is you need to learn to rely on me for these types of things in future. For now, I got this. And if I ever need help with... something you know how to help with, then maybe you can do the same for me.
Dimitri: Sylvain... Very well. When that time comes, I promise to help you as best I can. A knight of Faerghus never goes back on his word... Isn't that right? You're a good man, Sylvain. I'm sorry to do this to you. Best of luck!
Sylvain: Please, Your Highness. I've spent years honing my skills for just this situation. Watch and learn.

Bernadetta

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Sylvain
Support information: Small portrait bernadetta fe16.png
Bernadetta
C:
Available in both parts
C+:
Available in both parts
B:
Available in both parts
B+:
Available in both parts
A:
Available in Part II
A+:
Available in Part II
S: Select before final chapter

C Support

Bernadetta: So full! That fruit plate really hit the spot... Time to get nice and snug, maybe do some sewing...
Sylvain: Hey, Bernadetta. You look pretty happy. Celebrating something?
Bernadetta: What? N-no! Nothing at all!
Sylvain: Hey, relax! It's OK if you'd rather not tell me. By the way, I believe you left something in the library... A half-written manuscript? Your own work, I presume? I was curious who it belonged to and gave it a read-through. You're a really talented writer!
Bernadetta: ...
Sylvain: I'm sorry. I peeked at the first page then the next, and I couldn't stop. I think it's good enough to publish. It's the kind of adventure story that will make people laugh and cry! I love how you never know what mess the hero is going to get herself into next. I'm dying to read more!
Bernadetta: ...
Sylvain: Uh, your mouth's hanging wide open. Bernadetta? Are you OK?
Bernadetta: Sorry, um... Was someone talking about a story?
Sylvain: Yes? That would be me. I read your book.
Bernadetta: Y-y-you read my book?
Sylvain: Yeah, and I loved it!
Bernadetta: Aaah! I'm so humiliated! Please, forget everything you read!
Sylvain: Humiliated? No, I think the word you're looking for is "humbled" because—and she's gone. Now what do I do with this book?

Bernadetta: Ugh, he actually read it! I regret everything... Even if I burn the pages, I can't burn his memory. Not unless I...throw him in the fire too... No, that's awful. Don't think things like that, Bernie.

B Support

Bernadetta: Ugh... I've looked everywhere... I guess Sylvain must still have it... Huh? When did this book get here? Wait. This is mine! And there's...something sticking out of it... A letter? "Dear Author, I read your manuscript quite by accident and duly apologize. "However, I also write today to inform you that I enjoyed your story tremendously. "I laughed and cried as the heroine overcame her many obstacles, growing stronger with each step. "Your literary style presents a unique perspective. I could sense you watching over the protagonist." Heh-heh! Wow, so many compliments, and so much attention to detail. "The girl's failures are as compelling as her triumphs. Since authors are told to write what they know... "I believe your tale would not have been so convincing were it not for your own experiences." Um, what? My own experiences? That's a weird way to give praise... Who wrote this, anyway? Who would read my story so carefully and then write this long letter to tell me about it? Whoever it is, they must be wonderful. Someone like my dear old uncle... "I do hope my letter inspires you to keep writing. "Looking forward to the next chapter. Your devoted fan, Sylvain." What?! Sylvain?! It can't be!
Sylvain: Heya, Bernadetta. Did you read my letter?
Bernadetta: Ah! How long have you been standing there?!
Sylvain: I'm sorry, but I fell head over heels for your story. It's so good, and I just had to tell you about it. So what do you say? Will you write more? Why don't we talk literature over some tea?
Bernadetta: Oh, I see your plan now! You're out to humiliate me! Very clever, but I'm not falling for it!

Dorothea

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Sylvain
Support information: Small portrait dorothea fe16.png
Dorothea
C:
Available in both parts
C+:
Available in both parts
B:
Available in both parts
B+:
Available in both parts
A:
Available in Part II
A+:
Available in Part II
S: Select before final chapter

C Support

Dorothea: Ah, Sylvain. It's unusual to find you doing something other than hitting on women.
Sylvain: Ah, Dorothea! I've been preparing to do just that, as it were. My intention is to flirt with the monastery's most beautiful flower...Dorothea herself!
Dorothea: Oh dear, and I've ruined all your hard work. You might as well save the effort. I'm not taking the bait.
Sylvain: Heh heh... Oh, Dorothea, your wit is as sharp as your beauty. Don't you want just a little flirting? Just a sample? I'm not like all the others, you know.
Dorothea: I don't doubt it. By "not like all the others," do you mean how serious you are about being disingenuous when you flirt?
Sylvain: And that is supposed to mean...what exactly?
Dorothea: Your social standing isn't bad, and you're not bad to look at or particularly dumb. You could easily be engaged by now. But you just flit from one woman to the next without settling on anyone. I bet you enjoy going out with them, but you hate women themselves. Don't you think?
Sylvain: Me? Hate women? Haha! That couldn't be further from the truth! I'm always serious when it comes to matters of the heart. When I flirt, I stake my life on it.
Dorothea: Uh-huh. I'll believe it when I see it. Staking your life on a person is the sort of thing you should only do when you're in love.
Sylvain: That's what I've been saying! I love you enough to stake my life on it. And I'm seriously in love with each and every girl I flirt with.
Dorothea: I see. Regardless, I'm not staking my life on you. So you'd better go and fall in love with someone else. Good-bye, Sylvain.
Sylvain: She's stone cold... I love it.

B Support

Sylvain: Ah, Dorothea. What are you doing here?
Dorothea: I was actually waiting to see you.
Sylvain: Were you going to invite me out to dinner? I accept.
Dorothea: Yes, I was. I don't think it would be so bad to share a meal with you from time to time.
Sylvain: How about tonight? I'm busy tomorrow...
Dorothea: That's fine by me. What are you busy with, I wonder? Girls? And more girls?
Sylvain: Heh heh, isn't it an unwritten rule not to ask about such things? But what a curious turn of events. Have you perhaps got an ulterior motive?
Dorothea: No ulterior motives. If you're worried, we can just pretend this conversation never happened.
Sylvain: No, wait! That's not what I meant. I just don't understand why you want my company now...when you've always been so cold to me. Have you perhaps...fallen in love with me?
Dorothea: Ugh, my stomach just got queasy. You know what? Maybe I'll eat on my own after all.
Sylvain: Fine, fine. I get it. You want someone to chase your loneliness away.
Dorothea: Something like that, yes. If you don't want to, I'll ask someone else.
Sylvain: Don't dream of it. It would be my pleasure, milady. And to be clear...the reason you chose to spend time with me is my family, yes? Or is it my Crest? Both? I'm just curious about such things. Say I was a commoner. Would you still have invited me to dinner?
Dorothea: Is this really necessary for a simple dinner invitation? Actually, I have a question of my own. Say I was a hoarse-voiced old hag... Would you still be flirting with me? Would you still want to hold my hand and whisper sweet nothings?
Sylvain: That's a difficult question. I have nothing against mature women, but...
Dorothea: Even if you were an old man, I still would have invited you out. If you were a former noble exiled from his family, or an orphan from the streets, my heart cares not! Just kidding. I just wanted to try saying it. Of course it's better that you have money.
Sylvain: Heh, you little... Eh, that's probably true. So, Dorothea, about that dinner?
Dorothea: It would be an honor to have you join me tonight. And let's not talk about things like this over dinner, OK?
Sylvain: Even if I was an old man or an orphan, huh?

A Support

Sylvain: Ah... Why am I so unlucky with women lately?
Dorothea: Oh, Sylvain, what's that face for? Have you been dumped again?
Sylvain: Heh, isn't there an unwritten rule you shouldn't ask someone that?
Dorothea: I'm sorry. I thought you didn't mind being dumped. Huh. So, your love life can get you down sometimes after all. Who knew?
Sylvain: I'm sad every time I break up with someone! It's just, I usually try to be the one doing the breaking up. I've never had a hard time with girls...ever. Not until recently. But now when I think about it, I wonder what any of them even liked about me. It's not as if any of them knew much about me. I don't get it.
Dorothea: Isn't that what a relationship is for? Learning about someone else? You can't know it all right at the start.
Sylvain: I asked you before, if you would have invited me out if I was a peasant.
Dorothea: You did ask me that, yes.
Sylvain: That was wrong of me to say. I've just... It's not an excuse, but I'm always so suspicious. I'm a nobleman with a Crest. The marriage proposals don't stop coming. Everybody wants me. Except they don't actually want me at all. They want my bloodline. Within my family and without, it's always the same story. Sometimes I think that if I didn't have a Crest, no one would look at me twice.
Dorothea: I see. And...you're probably not wrong. Honestly I've had those same sort of thoughts myself.
Sylvain: Oh? What sort of thoughts might those be?
Dorothea: I sang, people cheered and applauded, and when I walked off stage, I'd find the same thing every night. A mountain of presents and marriage proposals. But none of those people knew me. All they knew was the singer they saw on the stage. All they wanted was my looks and my voice. None of them even tried to get to know the real me.
Sylvain: Heh, I'm pretty sure I've heard this somewhere.
Dorothea: We may come from different places, but we're much the same, wouldn't you say?
Sylvain: Yeah, I suppose we are. Look, Dorothea. I've realized something. Even if you were an old grandma, I'd still flirt with you...and I'd absolutely win you over. Though, I'd much rather win you over now...and be with you until you become an old grandma.
Dorothea: That might be the most legitimately romantic thing you've ever said, Sylvain. And I can't say I disagree... I'd rather you win me over now too, so that I can stay by your side until you're an old grandpa.
Sylvain: Well, before any of that, will you go to dinner with me?
Dorothea: I'd be happy to.

Dedue

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Dedue
C:
Available in both parts
C+:
Available in both parts
B:
Available in both parts
B+:
Available in both parts
A:
Available in Part II
A+:
Available in Part II
S: Select before final chapter
Additional notes: Can only grow supports on the Blue Lions and Azure Moon routes

C Support

Sylvain: Dedue, hey. Oh! I'm sorry. I hope I'm not bothering you. Looks like you're pretty deep in thought.
Dedue: Does it?
Sylvain: I just wanted to stop by and ask... It was your turn to cook last night, yeah?
Dedue: Uh, yes.
Sylvain: Well, it was great. I was wondering if you could give me some tips. You know, teach me how to cook. I hear a girl loves a man who can cook.
Dedue: Sylvain.
Sylvain: Yeah?
Dedue: You are from Faerghus. You must understand how it appears for you to spend time with one from Duscur. To be near me is to invite tedious misunderstanding.
Sylvain: Oh, please. I don't care who misunderstands what about me. I talk to who I want. Besides, I believe the Duscur people are innocent.
Dedue: You do?
Sylvain: Faerghus and Duscur have been friendly since, heck, forever. So why would our old friends from Duscur just up and assassinate our king? It doesn't make sense. Sure, there are probably folks from Duscur who don't like Faerghus. But do I think there's enough of 'em to mount an attack and slaughter the king and his whole company of elite guards?
Dedue: It is difficult to believe, considering the discrepancy in skill and number.
Sylvain: Right? At most, I can see a misguided group of people from Duscur conspiring with someone else who had plans to dethrone the king. Maybe they were even lured into participating and used as scapegoats. Regardless, it doesn't concern you or the rest of your people. A person can't be judged by the worst of their kind... Or where would any of us be? Besides, people like to talk about me anyway. So let them talk.
Dedue: ...
Sylvain: OK... You're making a weird face. What did I say?
Dedue: I have misjudged you. I was under the impression you only cared about women.
Sylvain: Heh heh... Well, I'm glad I've cleared up that misunderstanding. But really, there's no way I'm the only person who figured all that out. There must be people who think like me in Fhirdiad, including His Highness.
Dedue: Agreed. But whatever the truth, we are still perceived as traitorous assassins.
Sylvain: Once a misunderstanding takes hold, it isn't easy to clear the air, not without solid evidence of the truth. But even if we found evidence that your people are innocent, those negative sentiments wouldn't disappear overnight. The only thing that can change that is time and effort. Depressing, isn't it?
Dedue: Time and effort. Yes, I believe you're right.
Sylvain: Man, that got serious. Shouldn't we lighten things up with a nice cooking lesson?
Dedue: Very well.

B Support

Sylvain: Ah, this is delicious. I can't believe I made it!
Dedue: Yes, you do have some talent. ...
Sylvain: What's the matter? Have I got something on my face?
Dedue: No, Sylvain. Recently I've heard rumors about you.
Sylvain: Oh yeah? Which ones? Is it that I'm terrible to girls? Or the rumor where I bring terrible misfortune to the girls I date? I don't, by the way. In case you're about to ask. Oh! I also heard about how I'm total trash and everyone should avoid me. That might be my favorite.
Dedue: Well, you don't lack for self-awareness.
Sylvain: The way I figure it, if I can't be respected, I can at least be well-informed.
Dedue: You are being described as indefensibly worthless.
Sylvain: Indefensibly? Heh, that's a bit harsh.
Dedue: I already knew your reputation concerning women. But these new rumors deprive you of all redemption. I did try to correct them. But I doubt I was believed.
Sylvain: Well, thank you all the same. Listen. You don't need to worry what people think about me. As you well know, it's not easy to correct misunderstandings or change people's minds. And if I'm going to behave so badly, it seems misunderstandings are inevitable.
Dedue: I could not be silent. You saw me as a person, rather than merely as someone from Duscur. I want you to be seen as a person too.
Sylvain: I appreciate that, Dedue. You think the world will ever see us that way?
Dedue: Maybe.
Sylvain: I can't tell if you're joking or not. But I like it.
Dedue: Then we will get along.

Felix

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Felix
C:
Available in both parts
C+:
Available in both parts
B:
Available in both parts
B+:
Available in both parts
A:
Available in Part II
A+:
Available in Part II
S: Select before final chapter

C Support

Sylvain: Hey, Felix, you free? You don't look very busy. Let's go find some girls to chat with.
Felix: Chat with them by yourself. You're interrupting my training.
Sylvain: Hey, come on. Don't talk like that. How long have we known each other?
Felix: Long enough, if you ask me. We only know each other because of our parents' friendship. I didn't have a say in it.
Sylvain: Is that how it went? Huh. I remember it more like you always following me around. Whenever there was something wrong—like you lost to your brother or you fought with Dimitri— you'd come crying to me. You were so meek and pure back then, cute even... like a baby brother.
Felix: That's enough.
Sylvain: What?
Felix: I said, "That's enough."
Sylvain: Hey! Sorry. I just came to see if you wanted to pick up some girls. I didn't mean to get on your nerves.
Felix: Look. You've been getting on my nerves for years. I've tried to be patient with you, but I'm tired of holding my tongue. You're reckless in your personal affairs and in battle. And you're always prattling on about women!
Sylvain: Well, if a man sees a pretty girl, he can't just let her pass by without commenting. That's just rude.
Felix: You're insatiable. Do you ever stop? Certainly not to practice your sword technique. You always skip training. And you never consider how your actions hurt others...or how you hold them back.
Sylvain: That's never my intention. Come on, you know me better than that. I'm not really— Look, if that's the impression I've given you, then I'm sorry.
Felix: Hmph.

B Support

Felix: Sylvain. I want to apologize for the other day.
Sylvain: The other day? What are you talking about, Felix? Is this a trap?
Felix: You know...when I called you "insatiable."
Sylvain: Oh, that? Can't say it didn't hurt, but you have nothing to apologize for. I mean, you've said worse, Felix. Considerably worse. Come on, we've known each other since we were kids. We're not going to let your constant verbal abuse get in the way of our friendship, are we?
Felix: No, I suppose not.
Sylvain: Whenever I started doing something dumb, you'd yell at me about it.
Felix: And whenever you dragged me into something, Ingrid would find out and start lecturing us.

If Ingrid was recruited and is alive

Sylvain: All these years and not much has changed, has it?

If Ingrid died or was not recruited

Sylvain: All these years and not much has changed, has it? Even if we don't have Ingrid lording over us...

Sylvain: But you're different, Felix. You used to be so, I don't know...carefree when we were young. Now you're the exact opposite.
Felix: Well, you're not any different. Good-for-nothing then. Good-for-nothing now.
Sylvain: Again with the abuse! This from the guy who's always been by that good-for-nothing's side. So did you come to apologize or to insult me?
Felix: I was on my way to train and I saw you. That's all.
Sylvain: You're off to train? Again? Now who's insatiable?
Felix: Better than sitting idle like you.
Sylvain: A little idleness would do you some good, pal. Come on. Let me buy you something to eat.
Felix: No.
Sylvain: You have to choose, Felix. Our friendship, or your training.
Felix: My training. Good-bye for now.
Sylvain: What did— Is he— Wait, Felix! I'll come train too. Wait up!

A Support

Felix: Sylvain. Eat these.
Sylvain: What are "these," Felix? Oh, hey, is this candy?
Felix: A girl in town gave them to me, but I don't want them.
Sylvain: Right, you don't like sweet stuff. Thanks, I'll eat them later. So, what do you need? Want me to help you get closer to a girl? Just point her out.
Felix: You're incorrigible. No. I wanted to thank you for your help in battle. If you hadn't spotted that enemy ambush, I would have been killed.
Sylvain: Nah, I didn't do anything special. Friends help each other out, especially on the battlefield. Just a little give and take, ya know?
Felix: You never change.
Sylvain: Nope. I try to stay on an even keel.
Felix: You're always...
Sylvain: Always what?
Felix: Nothing.
Sylvain: Come on. If you've got something on your mind, then say it.
Felix: Maybe I'll tell you later. Maybe I won't.
Sylvain: Fair enough. I'll be having something to eat while you're deciding...whatever it is you're deciding. Actually, come with me. My treat. If you do want to talk, then I'm right there.
Felix: OK, just this once. Only because you saved my life.
Sylvain: Free food, possible conversation, and when we're done, we can find some girls.
Felix: ...
Sylvain: It was a joke! Felix, I was joking! Come on, let's just go eat.

A+ Support

Felix: Sylvain.
Sylvain: Hey, Felix. I'm glad you're safe.
Felix: You irresponsible fool! Protecting me like that. You're so weak, and yet you always...always...
Sylvain: Look, it doesn't matter, as long as you're safe. You can go on living, while I...
Felix: Stop kidding around. You're not going to die. I won't let you.
Sylvain: Heh heh... Nah, I won't die on you. I promise. You think something like this could kill me? No way. A little magic will take care of the wound. Some bed rest then I'm good to go out and do it all over again.
Felix: Sylvain!
Sylvain: Oh, come on. That was funny. It's not like you to be so concerned.
Felix: You really are a fool. The biggest in all of Fódlan. I thought something was off. There's no way you could die from such a small cut. You're so reckless and inattentive, I thought this might be divine punishment.
Sylvain: Hey! That's not nice! You should be thanking me.
Felix: I am grateful. You've been doing this since we were children. Constantly fooling around, but then showing up and helping when we really need you. I'll admit, seeing that smile on your face, I almost want to give you a hug. Almost.
Sylvain: A hug? Did you get hit on the head? Come on. Tell me you want to hug me again. I liked it.
Felix: Hmph! I won't be repeating it, you half-wit. You're obviously fine, so I'll leave now.
Sylvain: You know how we grew up together?
Felix: Obviously.
Sylvain: Do you remember the promise we made when we were kids? About sticking together until we die together?
Felix: I remember.
Sylvain: Well, I'm really not trying to get myself killed before you. You know that, right?
Felix: I know... I know. But I'm tired of these close calls. You have to stop fooling around. Take your training more seriously. You can die whenever you please, but I'm not going down with you.
Sylvain: OK, I get it. Once I've healed, I'll get my act together.
Felix: Hmph. Then I hope you have a speedy recovery. Sylvain? Thank you.
Sylvain: That's what friends are for, Felix.

Ashe

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Ashe
C:
Available in both parts
C+:
Available in both parts
B:
Available in both parts
B+:
Available in both parts
A:
Available in Part II
A+:
Available in Part II
S: Select before final chapter

C Support

Sylvain: Wow, Ashe. Training again? You're taking this whole knight thing pretty seriously.
Ashe: It's just my daily training. Maybe you could stand to be a little more eager yourself? If I want to be a great knight, I've got no choice but to put the effort in.
Sylvain: No choice? I think you're making life too difficult. Knights don't have to be perfect. All I'm saying is I've seen some pretty sloppy knights out there.
Ashe: That's not going to be me. I'm going to be a proud knight—virtuous and gallant!
Sylvain: Virtuous and gallant? Are you kidding me? If you just ride around being virtuous, people will get fed up. They'll boot you out of town.
Ashe: It's never wrong to have virtue. Not even if it means being made an outcast.
Sylvain: Interesting idea. You think very highly of this whole virtue thing. Say, have there been any knights who became great just by thinking highly of themselves? Think on this—knights are supposed to protect people and earn their admiration. Isn't that right?
Ashe: Well, yes. So, what are you saying I should do?
Sylvain: Seize people's hearts!
Ashe: What do you mean?
Sylvain: You want people to love you? Offer them something they haven't got. Guess what that is? It's you, Ashe. They don't have you! Get out there, buddy. Be valiant. Help people. Here. I'll show you how it works.
Ashe: Ah, Sylvain! Don't go bothering people!
Sylvain: Hey there, cutie! You seem to have lots of bags there. They must be heavy. My name's Sylvain. Let me help you out. Are these going in the warehouse?
Ashe: Helping out those in need. I guess that's a good start.
Sylvain: No thanks necessary! It's been enough just to be able to talk to you. Well, if you insist, how about we go get some tea? It must be fate that we met like this... I'd like to get to know you.
Ashe: Great knight, huh? More like a great philanderer. Seems like all he wants to do is flirt with women. No, I can't allow this. I have to stop him!

B Support

Ashe: Hey, Sylvain. Can we talk?
Sylvain: What's up, Ashe? Looking for more life tips?
Ashe: Uh, no. But I did want to thank you for coming to my aid in battle the other day.
Sylvain: That? No need to thank me for that.
Ashe: No, really, I insist! If you hadn't been there, I definitely would have been finished! You really set a model for my training. I can only hope I'll be able to save someone like that someday.
Sylvain: Again with the studying and the training? You're so stubborn you make Ingrid and His Highness seem downright easygoing. My advice on the whole thing is to just follow your instincts. That's what I do. If someone's in trouble, I help them. You don't need to be a valiant knight to know that. Doesn't matter if the person is an ugly old man or the cutest girl you've ever seen, you help 'em.
Ashe: So, you're saying...
Sylvain: Everybody's the same, deep down. It's our job to help anyone who needs it.
Ashe: Ah!
Sylvain: What? You're looking at me funny. Did I say something wrong?
Ashe: No! No. I'm just surprised, that's all. You're actually a much better person than I thought.
Sylvain: Was that a compliment? I can't tell.
Ashe: Oh—sorry! I didn't mean any insult. I was just really impressed by what you said about helping people without even thinking. To jump in and help someone without any thought at all of reward—that is real virtue.
Sylvain: Heh heh, how did you say that with a straight face?! I'd be embarrassed if I were you. Come on, Ashe. You're an honest and overall great guy. You'll be an honest and overall great knight too. Of course, people like you need to watch out for greedy people.
Ashe: Huh?
Sylvain: Remember when I said I didn't need any thanks? Well, I didn't say anything about not wanting a reward. There's a girl, and we...we had a misunderstanding about who was allowed to date who, so...uh... I need to hang out in your room until everything calms down. Should only be a day...or two...tops.
Ashe: Sylvain!
Sylvain: Come on, Ashe. Remember? If someone's in trouble, you help them! You want to be a great knight, yeah?
Ashe: Fine. Since you helped me... But just this once.
Sylvain: All right! I knew I could count on you. You'll definitely be a great knight.
Ashe: He really would be a great person, if he could just stop all the scandal...

Mercedes

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Mercedes
C:
Available in both parts
C+:
Available in both parts
B:
Available in both parts
B+:
Available in both parts
A:
Available in Part II
A+:
Available in Part II
S: Select before final chapter

C Support

Sylvain: Mercedes! You look divine, as always. Are you off to pray?
Mercedes: Oh, hello, Sylvain. I was just on my way to pray. How did you guess?
Sylvain: Well, because I've been watching your lovely—
Mercedes: Oh, I get it. You're the type who's always looking at girls, aren't you?
Sylvain: I won't lie. I do enjoy beholding women... But I don't mean it like that with you. I know I sound like a dope. I just– I think you're special.
Mercedes: Oh, really? You think I'm so clumsy that I need someone to watch over me? Is that why you can't take your eyes off me?
Sylvain: You're beautiful. And I mean that. You're... Uh, how can I put it without sounding even worse? OK, here goes... I want to get to know you better, as friends, I mean.
Mercedes: I don't know where to begin.
Sylvain: Well, what's something you like?
Mercedes: I like to pray. I've been praying regularly since I was a child.
Sylvain: You grew up in the Empire, didn't you?
Mercedes: That's right. I was raised in House Bartels.
Sylvain: Bartels? I thought you were born to House Martritz?
Mercedes: It's a complicated story. I'm not sure that it's a very interesting one, but I'm happy to share it with you.
Sylvain: I don't mean to be nosy...if it's too personal.
Mercedes: Oh, no. I don't mind. I wasn't trying to hide anything from you. House Martritz fell shortly before I was born.
Sylvain: Oh...
Mercedes: My father passed away while my mother was still pregnant with me, so she had nowhere to go. After I was born, my mother ended up marrying the head of House Bartels. Shortly after, my mother bore a true Bartels child who bore a Crest. She and I were treated as though we were no longer useful to the family after that.
Sylvain: You think the Bartels were just using her to secure a Crest?
Mercedes: They must have been. My mother and I were removed from the family and forced to flee to a church in the Kingdom. I abandoned the Bartels name and took up our old family name again.
Sylvain: So you grew up in a church. OK, it makes more sense now why you're praying all the time.
Mercedes: Yes, I—oh! Praying! I forgot that I was on my way to pray!
Sylvain: Right...and I interrupted you. Well, see you around, Mercedes.
Mercedes: Yes, see you!
Sylvain: House Bartels wanted a Crest and ruined other people's lives to get one. These idiots are all the same.

B Support

Sylvain: Mercedes, I swear the whole cathedral glows with heavenly light when you're around.
Mercedes: Hello, Sylvain. What a treat to see you here. I thought you preferred places with more ladies around.
Sylvain: I'm here because you're here. And I don't care about other girls.
Mercedes: Oh, come now. I'm sure you use that line all the time.
Sylvain: Actually, I've only said it to girls who thought I was lying about being faithfu— You know what? There's no reason to get into all that. The truth is I would really like to spend some time with you. What do you say to that?
Mercedes: Well, if you were really interested in me, I would want you to get to know me better.
Sylvain: I agree. I've been such an idiot in the past, always angling for the seduction... I've forgotten how to just talk to someone.
Mercedes: You act like you're full of regret, but I know you don't really mean it. Still, I'm glad to hear you say that, at least. I told you such a boring story the last time we spoke... I was worried you might think I was a dull person.
Sylvain: Dull? No. I was worried that I'd made you remember unhappy times. It's horrible what you had to go through. It's not like anyone chooses to be born with a Crest.
Mercedes: Right. We can't choose our bloodline. You've got a Crest too, haven't you, Sylvain? What has your experience been like?
Sylvain: Are you asking how being born with a Crest affected me?
Mercedes: Yes. I know there was that business with your brother, Miklan, but I'm sure you don't want to talk about all that.
Sylvain: It's not a very happy story.
Mercedes: Please don't feel the need to hold back on my account. I'm here if you need someone to share in your pain.
Sylvain: Would you want to know more about me even if I didn't have a Crest or come from a noble family?
Mercedes: This has nothing to do with your Crest or family. I'm just asking as your friend. How should I put this? When I look at you, I don't see a Crest. I want to see the real you.
Sylvain: You...you do? Here's the short version—I hate Crests. Even though having one is supposed to be such a great blessing, mine has ruined everything. Miklan was heir to our house. Then I was born, and I became the heir because I had a Crest. That made my older brother jealous enough to want to kill me. And every woman in Fódlan wants to have my little Crest baby so they can join the nobility. Yeah... There you go. That's what it's like to have a Crest.
Mercedes: I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to dredge up such awful things.
Sylvain: No, I...I should keep my temper better. I don't want you to see me act that way.
Mercedes: Don't say that. I'm glad we were able to talk. I feel like I'm finally seeing the real you. Oh, Sylvain. Will you save me from the curse of having a Crest?
Sylvain: Of course! I think I love you! And I mean that. With all my heart. I love you, Mercedes! Let's get married and have Crest babies!
Mercedes: Sure, sure.

A Support

Sylvain: Mercedes! You're looking divine, as always.
Mercedes: Good evening, Sylvain! Thank you for coming out to see me.
Sylvain: Just the two of us meeting at this time of night? You move quicker than I thought.
Mercedes: Hm? I don't know what speed has to do with it, but there was something I wanted to talk to you about.
Sylvain: Ah, OK... I probably should have figured that out.
Mercedes: I can be so forgetful at times. I neglected to mention this the other day. I meant to say...that I know you've been through a lot in this life.
Sylvain: Huh? Me?
Mercedes: Your parents have placed a great deal of pressure on you as their heir... And it's all because you were born with a Crest. You've had to put up with such lofty expectations.
Sylvain: All of the Kingdom's noble houses expect a lot from their heirs. I'm no different from any other noble guy or gal. We've all got responsibilities.
Mercedes: But didn't you mention that your brother envied you enough to wish you dead? I'm sure that wasn't easy.
Sylvain: Thinking about it, life was probably a lot harder for my brother than it ever has been for me.
Mercedes: Didn't you also mention that women were only interested in having your, as you say, "Crest baby"? I'm not very interested in the particulars, but... I get the feeling that you don't care very much for these women who throw themselves at you.
Sylvain: Um, I'd appreciate it if maybe you kept that observation between the two of us.
Mercedes: Your secret's safe with me. I understand the pain you've had to carry.
Sylvain: I know you've got your share of bad memories too, but...
Mercedes: That's why you feel comfortable letting your guard down around me. Come now, that's enough with the sad smile.
Sylvain: Mercedes... Was my sad smile really that bad? Did it ruin my dashing good looks?
Mercedes: Not at all. You actually look more handsome to me with honesty on your face.
Sylvain: Aw, here come the waterworks...
Mercedes: Don't be ashamed of crying. I'm here to protect you. Will you protect me in return?
Sylvain: I will. I promise. You know, Mercedes, you really are a special lady.

Annette

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Sylvain: Hey, Annette. Hitting the magic books again? Has anyone ever told you that you're pretty cute when you're studying? Annette: Sorry, Sylvain, but I'm trying to think right now. Could you keep quiet for a bit?
Sylvain: How can you stay focused reading a book that thick...with such small print? Is some of that text upside down?
Annette: If I use the formula in this line here, the magical energy should... No, that's not right...
Sylvain: You're even cuter when you're working through a difficult problem.
Annette: Sylvain, I'm serious! Please be quiet.
Sylvain: Hang on. Look at the third line. You've got the formula wrong.
Annette: I said be... Oh. You're right. How did you know that?
Sylvain: Well, I mean, it's written right there...
Annette: Most people wouldn't be able to grasp this formula just by glancing at it. Have you read this book before?
Sylvain: Nope, this is the first time. OK, now that I look at it... Wow. This book makes things way more complicated than they need to be.
Annette: Hmm... And what's your take on this part here?
Sylvain: It's just describing another application for the same formula. Ha! This is pretty easy!
Annette: You know...you're actually kind of amazing. I've been studying magic for a while now, but even I have trouble with this stuff. You act like all you do is mess around, but are you actually working really hard in secret?
Sylvain: Nah, hanging out with girls is way more fun. I guess I just picked this stuff up somewhere. Life is short, Annette. If you waste it working hard, it'll be over before you know it. Get out in the world. Have some fun!
Annette: That's easy for you to say. You're strong and smart without even trying. It's not fair.
Sylvain: Uh...
Annette: Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude.
Sylvain: No, I was just thinking you're pretty cute when you're sulking. You know that?
Annette: What is wrong with you?
Sylvain: Hey, uh, I just got lucky with that stuff in the book. I'd normally never be able to outsmart you. Anyway... I'm gonna get out of here and leave you to it.
Annette: Got lucky, huh? I'm not so sure about that. Well, that does it. It might be tough, but I won't accept second place. Let's go, me! I can do this! I'm going to finish this whole book before sundown!

B Support

Annette: Sylvain! Good timing. There's something I want to say to you.
Sylvain: Uh-oh. Did I do something wrong? Did you spot me sneaking back in this morning? Or is it about that girl who got mad I kissed her sister good-night... I can explain either way.
Annette: No! I'm not here to get after you about those things. Surely other people have that covered. What I really want to talk about is your behavior during our training sessions. When we're sparring, you're always passing on great opportunities to get the edge on me. It's almost as though you're going out of your way to make me think you're incapable!
Sylvain: Nah, I just like giving other people the spotlight.
Annette: Uh-huh. It's not that you took something I said to heart? About how you don't have to work hard to be good at stuff and how that isn't fair?
Sylvain: I did take those things to heart. We're friends, right? I'd be sad if you started to hate me. There's just one thing I want you to remember. Guys like me who hate hard work and sorta get by on our wits? It all falls apart eventually. I'm smart enough to know that. So I respect people like you. I mean it.
Annette: Oh. Is that...sincerity? It's kind of creeping me out. It's just so unlike you!
Sylvain: Huh?
Annette: When you say nice things like that, I can't take joy in beating you! I want to beat you when you're at your best! That's why it bothers me so much when you don't try your hardest against me.
Sylvain: Let me put this a different way... I've always been treated like I'm special, and I'm not. At least, I don't think I am. I'm just tired of people thinking they know what I can and can't do. When everybody expects something of you or envies you...it's kind of suffocating. I'd rather people think I'm dumb. Well, I mean, I can still be pretty dumb. Heh...
Annette: I have to admit, I have a hard time understanding where you're coming from. Just know that...I want you to keep being great at everything without trying. If you stop being that way, I won't have any competition!
Sylvain: Heh, competition, huh? I like the sound of that. Where the heck were you when I was growing up? If I had someone like you back then, I think I may have turned out different. Better, I mean. Anyway, I'd love to chat more with you. Would you like to grab some tea with me or...
Annette: Sure thing! The very next moment I'm free. For now, I need to get to my magic training.
Sylvain: Oh, I see. Some other time then. I look forward to it, Annette.

Ingrid

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Ingrid: ...
Sylvain: That was quite a sigh. What's wrong, Ingrid?
Ingrid: Tell me, Sylvain. What am I to you?
Sylvain: You're my friend...one of my oldest, in fact.
Ingrid: An old friend, is it? Then why must I clean up the casualties left behind by your... Your skirt chasing!
Sylvain: Heh, nobody asked you to do that. Heck, I thought you enjoyed it. Besides, you're real good at it. I'm excited to continue working with you.
Ingrid: Do you mean to imply you have no intention of acting a bit more respectably?
Sylvain: Please don't yell like that. Everybody's staring at us.
Ingrid: When you were eight, you came on to my sweet, sweet granny. My granny!
Sylvain: Come on. I was eight and she was gorgeou— That was a long time ago.
Student: Sylvain hit on Ingrid's grandmother? Wow...
Sylvain: People can hear you! Please be quiet.
Ingrid: When you were ten, we went to that harvest festival, and you started making eyes at a scarecrow!
Student: A scarecrow?!
Sylvain: Wait a second. That was just an accident...a tragic, tragic accident.
Ingrid: When you were fifteen, you sought—relentlessly, might I add—to involve yourself with Lord Gwendal's daughter. Who do you suppose made peace with the furious lord, despite having nothing to do with it? Hm? Me. Always me, always for you. Every time.
Student: What a jerk...
Sylvain: You know what? This conversation is over. I'm done.
Ingrid: My point is that this has to end. Not later, but now.
Sylvain: Fine, I promise I'll try to change. Are you happy now?

Note: In Part II, the students are replaced with Pedestrians.

B Support

Ingrid: ...
Sylvain: That's a heavy sigh...again.
Ingrid: Yeah... That's the sigh of exhaustion after spending the past month apologizing for your behavior to, well, everyone.
Sylvain: Apologizing? I've been pretty darn restrained lately.
Ingrid: If by restrained you mean falling all over yourself to garner the attention of every passing female, then, yes, you've been quite restrained. Mark my words—the more you hurt people, the more weighty the repercussions will be. Your actions will come around to bite you.
Sylvain: Ha! If I get bitten, that's all just part of the game. Heck, I had one girl's brother come after me with a pitchfork. Heh heh...
Ingrid: If you end up getting maimed or killed by a pitchfork, don't expect me at your funeral. Glenn used to make light of getting hurt too. Then one day, he got more than hurt. Now he's gone.
Sylvain: I'm sorry. I was being... You're right. I know what it did to you when he died. It hurt to see you hurt and not be able to do anything. When you wouldn't even come out of your room to take care of your horse...
Ingrid: Nothing affected me the way his passing affected me.
Sylvain: Well, I'm happy that you're better. Seeing you out and about helped me relax enough to be able to flirt with girls again.
Ingrid: Your predictability is utterly disappointing. When I finally stopped mourning, you know what brought me back? My concern. For you.
Sylvain: Me?
Ingrid: You know you can't get along without me following in your shadow and caring for you. You flirt with anything that has a pulse, offend people left and right, and constantly cause commotions.
Sylvain: Huh... The truth really does hurt.
Ingrid: Please, Sylvain. Consider your actions before you carry them out. And stop acting so nonchalant about getting hurt or killed. Promise me that.
Sylvain: OK... I promise.

A Support

Sylvain: Training on your own? You really do work hard.
Ingrid: I hate to break it to you, Sylvain, but there's nobody here for you to flirt with, so there's not much reason to hang around.
Sylvain: You're here, aren't you?
Ingrid: How ridiculous. Almost as ridiculous as your face.
Sylvain: You'd really say something like that to a handsome guy like me? I'm crushed! Joking aside, may I join you? I only came out here so I could train too.
Ingrid: Sure. Just don't get in my way.

Sylvain: I've been thinking about it, and I really depend on you. Maybe that's weird since I'm older than you, but still...
Ingrid: Hitting on me? Again? Have some dignity, would you?
Sylvain: No! I'm being honest! I thought you'd listen. Hey, I'd like it if you didn't get too far away from me on the battlefield, OK? Just stay where I can see you.
Ingrid: I'll stay as long as I can. You're useless without me, after all.
Sylvain: What? No, I'm saying if there's one thing I can do on the battlefield, it's keep you safe.
Ingrid: Whatever helps you feel better. Stay and protect me, then. I couldn't bear it if you went off and died on me while I wasn't around.
Sylvain: Heh, I'm pretty sure that's my line.

Ingrid: It's getting late. We'd better head out.
Sylvain: You're right. I'm exhausted anyway.
Ingrid: You haven't been practicing enough. All that time you waste chasing after women would be better spent training. I'll train with you anytime. So just... Hm? What's that strange look for?
Sylvain: I just, uh... Well, you're going to think I'm being a jerk or hitting on you or whatever... When we're side by side like this, training, I feel— I don't know—oddly at ease.
Sylvain: I know what you mean. It's probably because we've been friends for so long.
Sylvain: That must be it. Let's never change. Friends forever?
Ingrid: Absolutely. No matter what happens, we'll always be friends, Sylvain.

A+ Support

Sylvain: Hey, Ingrid. How are you— I mean, what are you— Are you...you know...off to train again?
Ingrid: No. I'm headed to town to buy supplies, but I'll be training after that, naturally. Why?
Sylvain: Oh, I just thought you looked serious as ever. I guess that part of you hasn't changed.
Ingrid: Of course it hasn't. I am as I ever was.
Sylvain: Yeah, no... I mean, I guess you're right. Heh heh...
Ingrid: You're being weird. Have you always been this weird, and I just never noticed?
Sylvain: No. I'm pretty sure. I don't think so. By the by, have you, ya know, fallen for anybody recently?
Ingrid: Don't be ridiculous. What are you even bumbling on about?
Sylvain: Well, everyone's been talking about how you got really, uh, pretty. Just, you know, all of a sudden.
Ingrid: Oh, you must be referring to the makeup. It's not a big deal or anything. Just experimenting. I'm still learning. Did I mess something up?
Sylvain: Huh? No, I...I think it looks good. You did surprisingly well. I mean, considering that it's you.
Ingrid: Very funny. But I must say, I'm a bit surprised. It's unlike you to stumble over yourself this much.
Sylvain: What? No, I'm not! I'm just, ya know, curious about why...all of a sudden.
Ingrid: Why what? Why I'm wearing makeup?
Sylvain: I'm still guessing it's for a guy. If I had to try and guess what sort of guy, I suppose I'd say...

In Azure Moon, if Felix is alive

Sylvain: Felix? No, wait, I'm forgetting the royal line. Dimitri would be a way better catch.
Ingrid: Wow. Way to make assumptions.

Sylvain: Is it one of the knights? If it's not them... Wait. Could it be me?!
Ingrid: Don't make me hurt you.
Sylvain: No need for violence. It was just a joke! Um, I mean... It's not a joke that you're beautiful, but I wasn't trying to hit on you or anything. Promise.
Ingrid: Beautiful, huh?

Lorenz

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Lorenz: To find the analogue of your beauty in nature, I can turn only to the lily. Only that flower is so sweet and so delicate as to approach your loveliness. Why, just look at these soft, delicate fingertips you have. It is as though they could blossom into fragrant lilies before my very eyes.
Woman: If you're so wild about flowers, why don't you try a flower shop?!
Sylvain: Ho-ho! Oh, wow. That was... I'm sorry I saw that, but I am so glad I saw that.
Lorenz: Oh, did you not realize? I was only testing her. Any woman who is taken in by such simple flattery is ill-suited to my noble disposition.
Sylvain: Oh, OK. I'm glad you explained it because I thought you just got rejected, just flat-out, no-way-to-make-yourself-feel-better-about-it rejected. And the reason, Your Nobleness, is because that is really not the way you go about hitting on a girl.
Lorenz: Oh, is it not? And I suppose you consider yourself an expert on the subject.
Sylvain: Pay attention, kid. Maybe you'll learn something.

Sylvain: When I saw you, I just had to come over and say hello because finding you here...feels like fate. Maybe we could go get some tea. Get to know each other better?
Woman: I think you must have mistaken me for someone else. Someone who cares. Please excuse me.
Lorenz: Exquisite. Simply masterful. When is the wedding?
Sylvain: That's weird. Girls...usually fall for that speech. You must have spooked her.
Lorenz: To think that the noble House Gautier would be blessed with such a graceful and charming heir.
Sylvain: Please! I'm a much better heir than a self-important failure like you.
Lorenz: This is not worth my time.
Sylvain: You took the words right out of my mouth.

B Support

Sylvain: I just wanted to say that I've been watching, and I'm really impressed by how hard you work. Very dedicated for someone so young.
Town Girl: Oh, um, thank you.
Sylvain: I really admire your...everything. But, ya know, everybody needs to relax now and then. I was wondering if maybe you and me could...
Town Girl: I'm quite busy. I should get going. Bye.
Sylvain: That was difficult to watch.
Lorenz: Lorenz, ever since you started hanging around, I've had no luck. Usually, if I show a girl I'm mature, noble, and interested, she's an easy catch.
Lorenz: Your logic is sound, I will admit, but your results are less than entirely convincing. Honestly, all this talk of maturity and experience from a shallow person like you is rather laughable.
Sylvain: Shallow? What, like Your Nobleness is some properly cultured man of the world?
Lorenz: Naturally. My bearing is as elegant and refined as silk. Observe.

Lorenz: You seem to be deep in thought. Is there something on your mind? Please allow me to lend you my ear. I will gladly shoulder any of your burdens.
Woman: Oh, thank you. But it's not something I really want to talk about.
Lorenz: So harsh—even the slightest worry, I would have been happy to listen...
Sylvain: Hah! Why, yes, your silky bearing was quite impressive. You're always going on about nobility, but that's no way to win a woman. Your problem, and I may have told you this before— at least twice—your problem is, you're pretentious.
Lorenz: That's rich, coming from you. Your bearing is so flippant that you utterly fail to gain a lady's trust! How can you not see that?
Sylvain: All I'm failing to see, is you getting a girl's attention!
Lorenz: How dare you!
Sylvain: Ugh, listen. I'm sorry. That was mean. And you're probably right about me not being serious enough.
Lorenz: I will concede I feel the same. Enough, at least, to keep your advice at the back of my mind. I was a touch too stubborn.
Sylvain: It's the same in battle, isn't it? If you don't bend a little, you fail.
Lorenz: Even so...
Sylvain: Yeah... With that being said...
Lorenz: I will outclass you, Sylvain!
Sylvain: Bring it on, Lorenz!

Lysithea

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Sylvain: Lysithea, I have to say you're really impressive. I respect you a lot, and I thought I should tell you.
Lysithea: Uhh, OK.
Sylvain: It's just, you know, you're four years younger than me, but you work really hard at everything. I mean, when I was your age, I wasted all my time just goofing off and doing whatever I wanted.
Lysithea: Doesn't look like much has changed for you since then. And unlike you, I don't have time to waste, so leave me be.
Sylvain: Are you going to do some extra magic training? I'd be happy to join you, if you don't mind. What do you want to start with?
Lysithea: I am absolutely disinterested in spending any time with you. What is it you want, anyway? Clearly you haven't been listening to a word I've been saying. Perhaps it's because I'm younger, you see fit to ignore me when I speak. Is that it?
Sylvain: What? No! Age has nothing to do with it. You're amazing! You're true to yourself. You know what you want and who you are. Not a lot of girls I know can say that.
Lysithea: Ah, so it isn't my age that's to blame for you breezing over my wishes. It's my gender.
Sylvain: I— What? Where did you get that idea? I'm just trying to praise your smarts and hard work and everything. It's impressive how someone so young—
Lysithea: Your lack of self-awareness is deeply troubling.
Sylvain: What I'm aware of is you trying to pick a fight. Calm down, kiddo.
Lysithea: Look. I'm really busy. Super, extremely, inordinately busy. I've got one last thing to say to you.
Sylvain: And what would that be?
Lysithea: I'm skilled with magic, and my abilities are finely honed. It's not like I need someone for target practice.
Sylvain: No, but I do.

B Support

Lysithea: Sylvain, I've been looking for you. Do you have a moment?
Sylvain: Hey, Lysithea. I was about to grab some food. Would you like to come along?
Lysithea: Actually, yes. That sounds fine.
Sylvain: Great. Let's go.

Sylvain: Hmm... The dining hall isn't exactly relaxing, is it? If there's a next time, I'll take you somewhere with a much better atmosphere.
Lysithea: I don't really care about the atmosphere. I just wanted to apologize.
Sylvain: Nah, I get why you told me off. There's nothing you need to apologize for.
Lysithea: Ugh, can you just shut your mouth and listen for once? Here's something you may have already picked up on... I very much dislike being treated like a child. I've worked very hard to be where I am now, and such treatment makes it feel like all of that work is being ignored.
Sylvain: But I think you're a genius! And you work harder than I ever did. When I was your age...
Lysithea: Yes, you already told me all of this. Back then you were just as devoted to goofing off as you are now.
Sylvain: Ah, so I already told you that... What a perfect memory you have.
Lysithea: And there it is. You're always so quick to flatter every woman you come across. I knew that, and yet I never thought you would direct your antics at me.
Sylvain: Heh... Look, I'm sorry, OK? I know how hard you work, and I really wasn't trying to upset you. I just wanted to chat.
Lysithea: I do not mind that you wished to chat with me. In fact...you might even say I was happy about it. Just a bit.
Sylvain: Seriously? It sure didn't seem that way...
Lysithea: Well, it's true. Your behavior is maddening, but in retrospect, I realize that was you treating me as you do all women, rather than like a child. I wasn't thinking about it like that at the time, and so I snapped at you. I could have perhaps approached the matter with a tad more maturity. Therefore, I would like to apologize.
Sylvain: An apology? That is not how these conversations usually turn out. There's no need for that though. Really, you'll make me blush if you keep this up. Listen, Lysithea, I want you to know that I meant every word. Even if sincerity is...difficult for me. You're as lovely as you are clever, and you have this strange charm about you. That's what I really, honestly think.
Lysithea: There you go again with your false flattery...
Sylvain: I swear to you, it isn't false at all! And it's not flattery if it's the truth.
Lysithea: Say what you will—you're still going to have to earn my trust. Just this once, I'll cut you some slack. Don't get used to it. It's not like I can change who you are as a person.
Sylvain: Sweet and tolerant! You never cease to amaze.
Lysithea: I'll leave you with this—don't say things you don't mean. It makes it impossible to tell the lies from the truth. Don't come crying to me if you carry on as you have and end up with no friends.
Sylvain: Heh heh... I have to say, Lysithea, your harshness is one of those things I find so charming about you!
Lysithea: Ugh, you are exhausting. I guess the positivity is OK though.

Marianne

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Sylvain: Hello, Marianne. All done for the day?
Marianne: Oh, Sylvain. Yes, I was just heading back to my quarters.
Sylvain: Well then, my timing couldn't be better. I was just heading into town, and I thought maybe you'd like to join me?
Marianne: Um, I don't think I should.
Sylvain: I heard a story once about a beautiful maiden who was locked up in a monastery day and night. She was held prisoner by her own fear of the outside world. Then a brave knight set the girl free and took her to town where they drank tea and talked for hours. So, my fair maiden...
Marianne: Please, you should not waste your time on me. Besides, my adoptive father requested that I not stray too far from the monastery.
Sylvain: Margrave Edmund wants to keep you locked up, huh? I've heard he's...let's call it ambitious. Well, just tell him who I am. I think he'd approve. I'm heir to House Gautier, one of the most prominent families in the Kingdom. I've got a Crest, I've got money, and I'm stunningly handsome. What's that face for, Marianne? Was it the handsome thing? I can see how that might have been a bit much.
Marianne: I...I don't really know you all that well, but I don't think it makes a difference. I mean, it doesn't really matter to me that you have a Crest. Oh, no—no—no. I didn't mean you should find my Crest impressive. I meant your family would, and— You know what? Maybe I should start over.
Marianne: If you're going into town, please just go without me.
Sylvain: Oh. OK. I've got to get going anyway. Places to be, ya know. Well, this is me going...
Marianne: ...
Sylvain: But remember...should you ever need me, I will forever be your knight, my maiden.
Marianne: I wonder what he meant by that...

B Support

Sylvain: Hello, Marianne.
Marianne: ...
Sylvain: Won't you at least tell me why you're avoiding me? It hurts. It really does.
Marianne: I'm not avoiding you. I'm just not very good at talking to people in general.
Sylvain: I told you I'm on your side, and I meant it. I'm guessing you don't much like talking about Crests. Call it a hunch.
Marianne: Well, um...
Sylvain: I'm the same way, ya know. The value of my life has always been dictated by the damn thing. It's not fair to have your worth determined by something you can't control. Growing up in House Gautier taught me that the hard way.
Marianne: What do you believe determines a person's value?
Sylvain: I like to think it's a person's smile.
Marianne: Huh? Their smile?
Sylvain: A smile, it tells you who someone is. Are they fake or sincere? It also makes you feel stronger when you smile. My smile helps me focus and set free all of that power I never asked for.
Marianne: Hm, I wonder...
Sylvain: Try it out, Marianne! Be strong-willed, and put everything you've got into your smile.
Marianne: Smile. Be strong-willed... How's this?
Sylvain: Yeesh, that's a terr—rrific first try...if a bit stiff. Lift the corners of your lips just a bit. Oh, I know! Try saying, "cheese!"
Marianne: Ch-cheese?
Sylvain: Hey, that was good! It might feel a bit unnatural, but you'll get used to it soon enough.
Marianne: Cheese... Are you sure this will make me stronger?
Sylvain: Guaranteed. It's a great smile, you know. Let's go to town and show it off. If you lift your eyes from the ground, you'll see that the world has all sorts of amazing things to offer. The more you realize that, the more you'll smile.
Marianne: I'll think about it...
Sylvain: Please, don't let me pressure you. If you don't want to go, I understand.
Marianne: It's not that I don't like going into town. I'm just eager to get back to my room. I want to go practice my smile. If I keep practicing, maybe someday I'll be ready to go into town with you.
Sylvain: Oh yeah? That sounds great. I can't wait to see your best smile.

Hilda

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Sylvain: Hey there, Hilda! You're looking cute today.
Hilda: Thanks! You're looking quite handsome yourself.
Sylvain: You know exactly how to talk to a guy. I like it. What's with all the books?
Hilda: Oh, these? I was just bringing them to... Ah, ouch. Ouch!
Sylvain: What's wrong? Did you hurt your foot?
Hilda: Yeah... I tripped earlier. But I'm supposed to return these books to the library by the end of the day!
Sylvain: Relax. I'm sure there's a handsome guy around here who knows how to carry books to the library. You rest your foot. I'll take care of this.
Hilda: Oh, no. That's all right. You must have something more important to do.
Sylvain: Nothing is more important than helping you. Just pile the books on that desk, and I'll get 'em where they're going.
Hilda: Aw, you're so kind! Thank you so, so much!
Sylvain: It's nothing. I'm happy to—Wow. That is a lot of books.
Hilda: I'll just leave them right here for you. Thanks again, Sylvain! You're the best.
Sylvain: Wait a minute. Some of these books have dust on them. She's been holding on to these for months! The professor was looking for this one a few weeks ago! Hilda... Hang on! Did she just trick me into doing something she didn't want to do?

B Support

Sylvain: Hilda! Lovely as ever. I swear when you're around the sun shines brighter and everything sparkles.
Hilda: Sylvain! You're looking superb, as always.
Sylvain: Thank you! Are you going out today? If you do, then be careful. I'd hate to think you might hurt your foot again.
Hilda: My foot? Oh, yes! You mean that time you helped with the books. No need to worry. The foot's fine now, even better than it was before.
Sylvain: I noticed, you know, since I'm always looking at cute girls and you are one of the cuter ones... Your foot was better during the battle. You were running all over, just a regular warrior princess! And less than a day after such a terrible injury...
Hilda: My friends were depending on me, so I just had to fight through the pain.
Sylvain: Hilda, please don't lie to me. I knew your foot wasn't really hurt, but I returned your books anyway. Take it from a guy who does his fair share of pretending to be someone he's not...and I say this as a friend... You are a terrible liar. And those books you left in your room for so long? Teachers and classmates needed those. So stop lying, and maybe stop being quite as selfish too.
Hilda: Huh. You saw right through me. Honestly, I'd completely forgotten that I still had those books. I really was going to return them. Did the librarian say anything to you?
Sylvain: Oh yeah. I got an earful of yelling and accusations meant for you.
Hilda: Huh? Didn't you just say it was my fault?
Sylvain: Nah, I figured the librarian would feel better if they just let loose. No reason to make them wait for you.
Hilda: I'm so sorry. You got a tongue-lashing that should've been directed at me.
Sylvain: Tell you what. All will be forgiven if you promise three things—stop lying, take responsibility, and fall madly in love with me.
Hilda: Aw, Sylvain. I do love you, you know? I just... wouldn't want you for a husband.
Sylvain: What? Why not?
Hilda: Well, not to offend you, but I can't help but feel that your niceness is somehow...shallow. My brother would probably cut you into pieces the moment he saw your face.
Sylvain: Your brother sounds...terrifying, actually.
Hilda: We're losing the thread a bit here. Evidently, you can see through my act, so I'll just be straightforward about taking advantage of you.
Sylvain: Ha! Well, I'll take what I can get. Just don't go causing trouble for guys who aren't me.
Hilda: It's a deal. Good-bye for now, Sylvain.

Leonie

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Sylvain: Well, hello there, gorgeous. You're looking lovely today. Join me on a stroll around town?

Sylvain: Aw, is a sweet girl like you doing all this hard work by yourself? That's no good. Allow me to help.
Leonie: ...

Leonie: Hi.
Sylvain: Oh, hey, Leonie. Sorry, but I'm kind of in a hurry right now.
Leonie: Hey. Hey! Get back here!
Sylvain: Whoa. No need to yell. Do you need something?
Leonie: You chat up all the girls like that, don't you?
Sylvain: What a terrible thing to say! I see a girl, I figure it would be rude just to pass her by without at least a wink...or a nice word. But you knew that. So I'm going to get going now. See ya, Leonie.
Leonie: Now, hold on! How come it's not rude for you to just pass me by?!
Sylvain: Me? Pass who now?
Leonie: Look at me! I'm a girl, you know!
Sylvain: Uh... Oh, I see. A girl. You're...a girl. Huh. Sorry. I know it's true in theory, but it looks like my brain just didn't want to accept it. But you're correct. You are a beautiful girl in your own right. Yes. That is a statement with which I agree. I am ever so terribly sorry for being so rude, my lady. How can I ever make this up to you?
Leonie: Uh, hang on, back up. Don't get the wrong idea.
Sylvain: Seriously, I feel just dreadful about how I acted! This is the first time I've done anything like this. It's shocking that I'm capable of such low behavior. Even if you are a somewhat crude—I mean, spirited girl, that doesn't excuse my...
Leonie: What did you just call me?
Sylvain: R-right... Of course... I'm sorry. I can't believe I was so thoughtless.
Leonie: Hey! Acting pitiful won't get you anywhere! I won't just forget about this, you know!

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Leonie:Hey.
Sylvain: Hey, Leonie... I mean... Hello, beautiful. What brings a sweet girl like you to a place like this?
Leonie: Uh, I just came to the greenhouse to look at flowers. What's with you?
Sylvain: Nothing much. Nothing...much... I was just thinking about how sunflowers don't deserve to be stuffed away in a greenhouse. They'd bloom better out in the open! Just like you.
Leonie: Could you cut the weird metaphors and just say what you want to say? Oh, wait. I get it. I'm not ladylike enough to fit in with all the pretty flowers.
Sylvain: No! OK, that compliment backfired. Let me try a different angle...
Leonie: This is a joke, right? Tell me this is a joke.
Sylvain: What have you got against sunflowers, anyway? I think they're lovely, myself. If you think I only care about delicate flowers raised in a greenhouse, you've got me all wrong. Statuesque sunflowers, blooming proud and tall in the open air, have a beauty all their own.
Leonie: Is that right?
Sylvain: You better believe it, and the same goes for you. You have a beauty unlike any other. I look at you, and I see sunflowers.
Leonie: ...
Sylvain: Mm?
Leonie: Look, can you just...go back to normal?
Sylvain: At this point, I feel like anything I say is just going to make you more angry.
Leonie: Why are you suddenly not capable of carrying on a normal conversation?
Sylvain: My eyes have been opened to the charms of the beautiful flower blooming right beside me. It's a whole new day for my heart.
Leonie: You can quit messing with me at any time.
Sylvain: I'm not. I'm absolutely serious. You really are as charming as any flower. I see that now.
Leonie: Would you stop? This is getting weird.
Sylvain: Even sincerity doesn't work? What kind of flirting is going to satisfy you? You know what? I'm just going to leave you alone for now, so I can get a fresh start some other time.
Leonie: Right. Bye. Charming? Me, of all people? Like I'd actually believe that. Stupid.

Flayn

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Flayn: Hey there, Flayn. I thought I'd drop by and see if you'd care for a...
Sylvain: Now just a moment, Sylvain. If you must speak with me, I implore you to do so from where you stand. My apologies if this comes across as rude, but please do not come any closer to me.
Sylvain: Excuse me?

If Seteth is alive

Flayn: I am sorry—my brother has explicitly warned me not to go near you.

If Seteth is dead

Flayn: I am sorry—my brother always explicitly warned me not to go near you.

Sylvain: Seteth said that? I bet he also told you any woman who comes too close to me is... How does he say it? Doomed to misfortune...
Flayn: He used those very words! Is it true, then?
Sylvain: Come on. He's just messing with you, obviously.
Flayn: Of course I would prefer to believe that, but one can never know for certain. Particularly when similar stories are constantly in circulation about you. I have heard that men and women alike have been seduced by your nefarious ways.
Sylvain: I hate to suggest my talents are being oversold, but...
Flayn: I have heard you toy with people's emotions, like a cat toys with its prey.
Sylvain: Do I really look like such a villain to you?
Flayn: Well, perhaps not. You do not strike me as much of a charmer.
Sylvain: When you put it like that, I feel like I should defend— Eh, forget it. Let's get to the actual point.
Flayn: Did I not tell you, Sylvain?! Stay away from me!
Sylvain: It's kind of awkward talking from so far away. Can I please step just a little...
Flayn: Truly, there are countless terrible stories of your behavior. I've heard that you panic when there aren't women around to flirt with. That you've gone as far as flirting with horses and even chickens!
Sylvain: Oh, come on! Who would even... You should know that your brother has an overactive imagination.
Flayn: I would like to believe that you are a sincere and reputable person, Sylvain. But there is no smoke without fire, or so the saying goes.
Sylvain: I may not be the most respectable fella you'll ever meet, but...
Flayn: Until I can be certain, please refrain from coming too close to me. Now if you will excuse me, I must be on my way.
Sylvain: Flayn! Wait! Come back! ...And she's gone. All I was trying to do was deliver a message. Flayn! Hey! The professor said we need to come to the cathedral! I'll run really far ahead so you don't have to walk near me! There. I tried telling her. The professor can't be mad about that.

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Flayn: Sylvain...
Sylvain: Hi! Why do you look so down? But hey, if you're talking to me of your own accord... Can I assume you've figured out I'm not a monster?
Flayn: I wanted to apologize about my treatment of you earlier, Sylvain. I am not normally one to put stock in such rumors...
Sylvain: Nothing to be upset about. I mean, I've kind of earned that reputation. I've just...I've got this sickness. When I see a pretty girl, I can't stop myself from flirting with her. Like you, for instance...
Flayn: Oh, I am so sorry to hear of your illness! Perhaps my magic will help heal you.
Sylvain: Huh? No, I didn't mean it like that...
Flayn: No? Are you not ill, then?
Sylvain: You know what? Let's just... Let's move on. Can I take this to mean everything is good between us?
Flayn: Of course. Sylvain, I look forward to getting to know you without the falsity of rumors.
Sylvain: Great! Would you like to celebrate our new friendship by joining me for a meal?
Flayn: You would treat me to a feast? That is very kind of you.
Sylvain: A chance to spend time with a sweet girl like yourself? It's a pleasure. Your voice like birdsong, your eyes clear as diamonds, but above all... I'm drawn to your kind and loving heart. I am a captive to your charms, Flayn.
Flayn: I hear that very frequently. Thank you.
Sylvain: Yeah, I... I guess a girl as cute as you would get a lot of compliments.
Flayn: Anyway, what type of a meal were you considering, Sylvain? I would love some seafood, followed by a delicious cake! Oh, I am absolutely famished, as I often am. Shall we be on our way?
Sylvain: Ha, she's a tough one. Sheltered girls like her usually fall for that kind of stuff. But she's much too savvy...even for a smooth-talker like myself.

Manuela

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Manuela: Ugh... My head. Where? Why am I here instead of the infirmary? When did I? Oh boy.
Sylvain: How are you feeling, Professor Manuela?
Manuela: Sylvain? What do you need at this hour?
Sylvain: You don't remember? Well, you collapsed in the infirmary, and—
Manuela: That doesn't sound like me. Wait, no... I remember. The truth is, something sad happened, so I did what I always do to forget my troubles...
Sylvain: Anyway, I found you passed out on the floor, helped you up, then carried you back here.
Manuela: And what were you doing in the infirmary late at night? Not bringing a girl there, I hope.
Sylvain: No... Nope. I was definitely alone. I just, ya know, I just had a bad feeling, and I decided to look around to see if anyone needed my help.
Manuela: Ugh, my poor head...
Sylvain: Are you all right? Here, have some water.
Manuela: What a thoughtful young man you are. You're a real gentleman compared to that jerk who just—
Sylvain: That good-for-nothing guy who strung you along, whispered sweet nothings in your ear, then shattered your heart beyond repair? I agree. He's a jerk.
Manuela: Oh no! Did I...say those things to you?
Sylvain: Actually, your version had more details. Very detailed details.
Manuela: Oh dear.
Sylvain: You know, Professor, you're a good catch. It's a shame that you've had no luck with men. You need a guy like me—somebody who sees your beauty and appreciates how tender you are, emotionally...and how much love you have to give.
Manuela: You're a smooth talker even when you don't mean what you say. I'm going to change, so shoo, OK?
Sylvain: Sure, sure, I can take a hint. Rest up, Manuela.
Manuela: Thank you, Sylvain. I'm going to try and get some sleep. Did he just call me Manuela and not professor? That sly little— Although... Hmm. Me? With Sylvain? Now there's a crazy thought.

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Manuela: I must admit. That Sylvain is quite handsome... And it doesn't hurt that he's heir to a noble family. I could get used to that kind of life. The age difference bothers me a bit, but I'm sure it would be fine after a few years. At first it was hard to imagine myself with him, but now that I've thought about it, maybe— Speak of the devil. I think that's him over there.

Town Girl: Ugh, what a jerk! He was playing around with me that whole time!
Sylvain: You know, you're a good catch. It's a shame that you've had no luck with men. You need a guy like me—somebody who sees your beauty and appreciates how tender you are, emotionally...and how much love you have to give.
Town Girl: What? No way! What are you saying? I can't even tell if you're being honest...
Sylvain: Do I look dishonest? Are these the eyes of a guy who is just playing around?
Town Girl: No... I... I suppose not. Would you like to go somewhere a little more quiet?
Sylvain: As long as it's just the two of us and the only subject is love, I'll follow you anywhere.

Manuela: OK. That was just...repulsive. He is insincerity personified. No way I'd ever fall for that. He is handsome...and does come from good stock... But, no. I can't imagine we'd have a bright future together. I suppose the goddess does not give with both hands, does she? ... Wait. Could that mean because of my looks and my singing voice... That I'll never find true love? Please, Goddess, I'm begging you!