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Morgan/Supports (female)

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

Robin (M)

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Morgan (F)
Support information: Small portrait robin m fe13.png
Robin (M)
C:
0 pts.
B:
? pts.
A:
? pts.

C Support

Morgan: Oh, Father! Over here! Come with me a minute!
Robin: What is it, Morgan?
Morgan: Oh, nothing. It's just ... C'mon! I need to talk to you about something.
Robin: Well, I'm afraid I'm a bit busy at the moment. Can we talk here?
Morgan: H-here? Er, that's not really ... I can just wait, thanks.
Robin: Are you sure it's nothing urgent?
Morgan: Um, no, it's ... Ha ha! ...I'll be right back.
Morgan: ... Okay, all set! Now to lure Father into this pitfall trap ...
Morgan: Phew, I'm back! Hey, let's take a walk, shall we? Right this way, Father!
Robin: You're acting very strange, Morgan.
Morgan: (Allllmost ... Just a couple more steps ...)
Robin: ...Huh? A pitfall? Now that's a classic!
Morgan: Dang! How did you know?! I was super careful in disguising it. It didn't look suspicious at all!
Robin: True, your work on the pit is first class. But your odd behavior made it obvious. Subterfuge and misdirection are half of any good trap, Morgan.
Morgan: Dang. I'll get you next time! By the way, as long as you're here, mind helping me fill this hole in? If someone fell in by accident, they could really hurt themselves.
Robin: Wait, how deep did you make it?!

B Support

Robin: Hmm ... Now where did I put it ...?
Morgan: Looking for that treatise on tactics, Father? Blue cover? Fairly thick?
Robin: Yes. How did you ... Waaait a minute.
Morgan: Yup! I hid it! Think you can find it?
Robin: Is that today's challenge, then?
Morgan: It's somewhere in camp - I'll tell you that. You have until sundown today! Though I could give you weeks, and you would never find my diabolical hiding-
Robin: Found it.
Morgan: WHAT?!
Robin: It's in that bag you're holding, isn't it?
Morgan: Hmph ... Fine.
Robin: Guess I win this round.
Morgan: How did you figure it out so fast?
Robin: You know me well, Morgan. And that includes knowing how much that book means to me. I knew you'd never hide it anywhere it might be damaged or stolen. So it needed to be somewhere you could keep a close eye on it ... yet still concealed.
Morgan: You read my entire thought process! ...And here I thought I was being so clever.
Robin: All right, that settles today's challenge. Now come take a seat.
Morgan: Huh?
Robin: Let's read that book together. You wanted to work on your strategic thinking, right?
Morgan: Right!

A Support

Morgan: I'd draw your forces out to this line, then strike with an ambush team from the woods.
Robin: Then I would move ... here. Now you find yourself trapped in a pincer movement.
Morgan: Crud. You win again.
Robin: At least it was just pieces on a board. In real life, that would've cost lives. A tactician is responsible for their army's survival, and a single mistake can be fatal. But you cannot allow the pressure of that responsibility to stymie you. Running scenarios like this will help prepare you for anything.
Morgan: Thank, Father. I'll give some of your strategy texts another read-through. But know this - one of these days, I WILL outmanoeuvre you!
Robin: Okay, we'll see about that, kiddo. But you're welcome to try me anytime. I'm always happy to accept a challenge. All right then, we're done for today.
Morgan: Okay! See you tomorrow!
Robin: ...Phew, that was a close one. I was one step shy of getting completely wiped out. I'd hoped for that to be an unattainable goal for a little longer, so she would push herself. In actuality, I'M the one who needs a push. Better dust off a few of these books myself.

Lissa

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Morgan (F)
Support information: Small portrait lissa fe13.png
Lissa
C:
0 pts.
B:
? pts.
A:
? pts.
This support is only available if Lissa is Morgan (F)'s mother.

C Support

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

B Support

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

A Support

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

Sully

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Morgan (F)
Support information: Small portrait sully fe13.png
Sully
C:
0 pts.
B:
? pts.
A:
? pts.
This support is only available if Sully is Morgan (F)'s mother.

C Support

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

B Support

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

A Support

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

Miriel

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Morgan (F)
Support information: Small portrait miriel fe13.png
Miriel
C:
0 pts.
B:
? pts.
A:
? pts.
This support is only available if Miriel is Morgan (F)'s mother.

C Support

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

B Support

Morgan: Mother? Do you have a moment?
Miriel: I have no pressing engagements for the time being.
Morgan: Perfect! Then let's get started on Project Get Memories of Mom Back! Step one—figure out how we're going to trigger some flashbacks. I've already tried banging my head against a post, but nothing. I mean, it made me dizzy and nauseated, but it didn't unearth any hidden memories. What do you think, Mother? Perhaps a stone wall would work better?
Miriel: The human psyche has a demonstrated connection to facial images. Perhaps if you stared at me, it would aid in your recollection efforts.
Morgan: Argh, that's perfect! You're a genius! I must have seen your face a million times in the future. It's bound to bring SOMETHING back if I stare at it long enough. Okay, sorry to invade your personal space here, but ... Here goes ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... Drats! It's not working. I don't remember a thing. It's like ... Have you ever stared at a word so long it kind of fell apart? And you think, "Is that how that's spelled? Wait, is that even a real WORD?!" Except here it's "Is that what Mother looked like?"
Miriel: Er, right. Dear, perhaps we should put this memory experiment on hold for the moment.
Morgan: Sure ... I'm still a little dizzy from banging the post earlier, to be honest ... But this doesn't end here! I'm not giving up until I remember you, Mother!

A Support

Morgan: *Sigh* No luck today, either ... I'm going crazy trying to remember you. I feel so useless! I'm just so ... *sniff* Why can't I ... *sob*
Miriel: Morgan, I fail to see the reasoning behind such a pitiful display. Dry your eyes.
Morgan: B-but I know I must have loved you just as much as I loved Father. I bet we had a million memories together, and the thought of having lost them ... I feel like I failed you. Like I ... Like I ... *sob*
Miriel: ... ...
Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry. I guess I got a little carried away there ... Ngh! M-my head! ...Wha—?!
Miriel: What is the matter?!
Morgan: I ...I remembered something! Just one tiny little memory, but ...I remember! You were smiling at me ...and you called my name ... Ha ha! Yes! You looked a little bit older, but it was DEFINITELY you! Oh thank you, Mother. I never would have remembered without your help. And hey, this is great! If I can get one memory back, maybe I can get the rest! It may take time, but I won't stop trying until I remember everything about you.
Miriel: ...And I promise to continue to rigorously assist you in these efforts.
Morgan: Aw ... Thanks, Mom.

Sumia

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Morgan (F)
Support information: Small portrait sumia fe13.png
Sumia
C:
0 pts.
B:
? pts.
A:
? pts.
This support is only available if Sumia is Morgan (F)'s mother.

C Support

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

B Support

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

A Support

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

Maribelle

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Morgan (F)
Support information: Small portrait maribelle fe13.png
Maribelle
C:
0 pts.
B:
? pts.
A:
? pts.
This support is only available if Maribelle is Morgan (F)'s mother.

C Support

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

B Support

Morgan: Mother? Do you have a moment?
Maribelle: For you, dear? Of course.
Morgan: Perfect! Then let's get started on Project Get Memories of Mom Back! Step one—figure out how we're going to trigger some flashbacks. I've already tried banging my head against a post, but nothing. I mean, it made me dizzy and nauseated, but it didn't unearth any hidden memories. What do you think, Mother? Perhaps a stone wall would work better?
Maribelle: First things first—no more head smashing, understood? Children these days, I swear ... As for your dilemma ... Have you considered just staring at my face for a while?
Morgan: Argh, that's perfect! You're a genius! I must have seen your face a million times in the future. It's bound to bring SOMETHING back if I stare at it long enough. Okay, sorry to invade your personal space here, but ... Here goes ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... Drats! It's not working. I don't remember a thing. It's like ... Have you ever stared at a word so long it kind of fell apart? And you think, "Is that how that's spelled? Wait, is that even a real WORD?!" Except here it's "Is that what Mother looked like?"
Maribelle: Er, right. Perhaps that's enough of the memory project for one day?
Morgan: Sure ... I'm still a little dizzy from banging the post earlier, to be honest ... But this doesn't end here! I'm not giving up until I remember you, Mother!

A Support

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

Panne

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Morgan (F)
Support information: Small portrait panne fe13.png
Panne
C:
0 pts.
B:
? pts.
A:
? pts.
This support is only available if Panne is Morgan (F)'s mother.

C Support

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

B Support

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

A Support

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

Cordelia

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Morgan (F)
Support information: Small portrait cordelia fe13.png
Cordelia
C:
0 pts.
B:
? pts.
A:
? pts.
This support is only available if Cordelia is Morgan (F)'s mother.

C Support

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

B Support

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

A Support

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

Nowi

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Morgan (F)
Support information: Small portrait nowi fe13.png
Nowi
C:
0 pts.
B:
? pts.
A:
? pts.
This support is only available if Nowi is Morgan (F)'s mother.

C Support

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

B Support

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

A Support

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

Tharja

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Morgan (F)
Support information: Small portrait tharja fe13.png
Tharja
C:
0 pts.
B:
? pts.
A:
? pts.
This support is only available if Tharja is Morgan (F)'s mother.

C Support

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

B Support

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

A Support

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

Olivia

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Morgan (F)
Support information: Small portrait olivia fe13.png
Olivia
C:
0 pts.
B:
? pts.
A:
? pts.
This support is only available if Olivia is Morgan (F)'s mother.

C Support

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

B Support

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

A Support

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

Cherche

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Morgan (F)
Support information: Small portrait cherche fe13.png
Cherche
C:
0 pts.
B:
? pts.
A:
? pts.
This support is only available if Cherche is Morgan (F)'s mother.

C Support

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

B Support

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

A Support

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

Lucina (as parent and child)

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Morgan (F)
Support information: Small portrait lucina fe13.png
Lucina
C:
0 pts.
B:
? pts.
A:
? pts.
This support is only available if Lucina is Morgan (F)'s mother.

C Support

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

B Support

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

A Support

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

Say'ri

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Morgan (F)
Support information: Small portrait say'ri fe13.png
Say'ri
C:
0 pts.
B:
? pts.
A:
? pts.
This support is only available if Say'ri is Morgan (F)'s mother.

C Support

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

B Support

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

A Support

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

Flavia

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Morgan (F)
Support information: Small portrait flavia fe13.png
Flavia
C:
0 pts.
B:
? pts.
A:
? pts.
This support is only available if Flavia is Morgan (F)'s mother.

C Support

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

B Support

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

A Support

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

Anna

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Morgan (F)
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Anna
C:
0 pts.
B:
? pts.
A:
? pts.
This support is only available if Anna is Morgan (F)'s mother.

C Support

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

B Support

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

A Support

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

Owain

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Morgan (F)
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Owain
C:
4 pts.
B:
8 pts.
A:
13 pts.
S:
18 pts.

C Support

Owain: *Huff* Ah ha! Found you, Morgan! *huff, huff*
Morgan: Sorry, were you looking for me? And what's got you so out of breath? Has something happened?
Owain: Aye, it has! The second I first saw you, something wondrous happened! A charge coursed through my body with the electrifying force of summer lightning!
Morgan: Er, what?
Owain: Though you wear a different face, I knew you for my fated ally! Across a thousand thousand lives have we shared the fortunes of war!
Morgan: ...I'm afraid I'm still not following.
Owain: You and I are partners, bound tight by the red string of fate since time immemorial. If we join forces once more in this life, no foe could hope to stop us!
Morgan: Ah ha ha ha!
Owain: Wh-what's so funny?
Morgan: You are! That was amazing. Is it from a play, or did you write it yourself?
Owain: I wrote it myse— Uh, no! I mean, I didn't write it at all! I'm saying it because I mean it!
Morgan: But how could you possibly know we were partners in a previous life?
Owain: My sixth sense bespoke it to my third eye.
Morgan: Ha ha ha! Oh gods, that's brilliant! You really have a gift for this, Owain.
Owain: But I'm not ... This isn't just ...
Morgan: Hee hee! Okay, okay. So if we WERE fated partners, can you prove it?
Owain: Of course! Name your challenge!
Morgan: No incarnation of me would ever settle for a partner who couldn't cook.
Owain: ...As in food?
Morgan: There is something wonderful about one person preparing food for another. It shows they care, and in turn gives the other person strength.
Owain: So be it! I shall cook a meal fit to dispel any doubts of our star-linked fates!
Morgan: Hee hee! I can't wait!

B Support

Owain: Prepare yourself, Morgan! My culinary masterpiece is complete!
Morgan: Oh, wow. That looks great!
Owain: It does, doesn't it? Though I still haven't come up with a fitting name for—
Morgan: Okay, here goes! *horf* *slurp* *munch* *chomp*
Owain: Um ...I wasn't finished ...presenting it.
Morgan: Urp! Oh gods, that was incredible ...
Owain: Ha! I eat recipes like that for breakfast! ...Metaphorically, I mean. Now, are you ready to acknowledge me as your true and rightful partner in battle?
Morgan: I'd say you passed round one with flying colors!
Owain: ...There's more than one round?
Morgan: Yeah, of course! We have to be sure about this kind of thing, you know? Now, if we're going to swear sacred oaths, we'll need a symbol of our promise.
Owain: We will?
Morgan: Something strong and timeless. Something ...valuable. Aha! Gemstones! We must swear loyalty on a pair of gargantuan gemstones!
Owain: ...S-so be it! I'll scour the land for the two finest gems in existence!
Morgan: Great! I'll be waiting!

A Support

Owain: Morgan! I've got them!
Morgan: Got what?
Owain: Gemstones! The symbols of our oath! ...The ones you made me find?
Morgan: Really? I asked you to do that? ...Huh. Well, I'll just have to trust you. Remembering stuff isn't my strong suit.
Owain: You're killing me, Morgan. Anyway, here. Feast your eyes on THESE!
Morgan: Holy smokes! Look how black that one is!
Owain: This onyx was hewn from the abyssal darkness of the underworld itself! I was forced to battle a horde of fire-breathing—
Morgan: Ooooh! This one's such a pretty green!
Owain: Er, uh ... Y-yes! Yes, it certainly is! The vessel for all of Mother Nature's power, found sleeping in a cradle of earth! I swam through miles of shark-infested waters just to—
Morgan: Sooooo pretty ...
Owain: Yes, quite pretty. So will you now acknowledge me as your fated partner?
Morgan: I will indeed! You've shown the depths of your dedication in no uncertain terms. I pronounce us partners in battle forever! ...Sorry to make you jump through hoops.
Owain: 'Twas nothing! May our partnership bring peace to the land and glory to us both!
Morgan: Sooo ... What do we do as partners? I mean, do we stand next to each other when we fight, or ...what?
Owain: Naturally, we ... Er, I mean, we'll ... Actually, I hadn't thought that far ahead.
Morgan: Ah ha ha ha! You really are too much. Always sprinting ahead, whether you know where you're going or not!
Owain: No matter. We've got all of this lifetime to figure it out! In the meantime, here's to us, partner!
Morgan: Hee hee! To us!

S Support

Morgan: Um, say, Owain?
Owain: What's wrong? You sound upset. Speak, O fated companion! Spill your breast unto me!
Morgan: Oh, wow. I don't think that's how that phrase goes. Anyway, um, it's about before. ...When I was testing you?
Owain: That business? What of it?
Morgan: Yeah, so, that wasn't really about cooking or gems or anything. I just wanted to see how important I was to you. I'm sorry for being dishonest.
Owain: All part of the partner-vetting process! Think no more on it.
Morgan: But there's still one thing I really want that you haven't given to me. Maybe you could ...think about what that might be?
Owain: What you really want, huh? Hmm ... Wait, is this round three?
Morgan: It's the final round.
Owain: All right, give me a second here. Hmmmmm ...
Morgan: Well? Have you figured it out?
Owain: Is it ...a pony?!
Morgan: Um, n-no. It's not a pony.
Owain: Oh. I thought all girls loved ponies. ...Because I'd certainly get you a pony! I'd get you anything you wanted!
Morgan: Really?
Owain: I'd do anything for the woman I love! ... ... I didn't ...mean to ...say that out loud.
Morgan: Owain!
Owain: Well, as long as I've spilled those beans, I might as well dump the rest of 'em out. That whole partner thing was a ruse. I just wanted to spend time with you.
Morgan: Oh, Owain! THAT'S the answer I've been looking for!
Owain: Wait ...it is?
Morgan: All I ever wanted was to know how you felt. To hear you say those words! But all I could ever get from you were home-cooked meals and expensive jewels.
Owain: Does that mean you ...
Morgan: Yes, you silly man, I love you! I've loved you for so long. Be my partner, Owain. Not just in battle, but in life.
Owain: I swear to be at your side, in war and in peace, for as long as I live!
Morgan: I'll hold you to that—because I swear the same!

Owain (as siblings)

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Morgan (F)
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Owain
C:
0 pts.
B:
? pts.
A:
?? pts.
This support is only available if Owain is Morgan (F)'s brother.

C Support

Morgan: Let's see here ... Birthday? May 5th ... Favorite colors? Blue and purple ... Favorite food? Probably bear meat ...
Owain: What are you mumbling about over there, Morgan?
Morgan: Least favorite food? Veggies, apparently. Don't seem to mind them now, though ...
Owain: Morgan!
Morgan: Oh! Owain?! Guess I was pretty out of it to miss my own brother paying a visit! Did you need something?
Owain: Just wondering what you were chanting over there ... You practicing some all-powerful new magic incantations or something?
Morgan: Nope! Just going back over my notes on what you told me about myself. I was hoping they'd hold some clue that might help spark my memory. Heh. It's kind of crazy how much you know about me, huh? Like, I really once got five nosebleeds in the same day? I have no memory of that at all. AT ALL! Ha ha ha! I can just imagine ...
Owain: Well, you're still as cheerful, that's for sure. And as talkative as ever ...
Morgan: I am? I mean, I was?! Hmm, now that you mention it, that does sound ...right, somehow. ...Heh. Everything still feels funny. Even you being my brother hasn't really clicked.
Owain: If you think it's strange for you, imagine how I feel! My kid sister starts talking to me like a stranger, asking questions about herself ... I had no idea how to even interact with you. It was pretty rough, but I got used to it.
Morgan: Heh, yeah ... Sorry about that. But that's just another reason why I'm working hard to get my memories back. Once I do, nobody will have to feel weird or awkward around me again. Pretty noble, huh? I'm such a sweet, selfless girl!
Owain: Heh, and so humble as well ... In any case, I'm happy to help you get those memories back however I can. Someday soon I bet we'll be able to laugh about all the old times—now included!
Morgan: Heh, right!

B Support

Owain: Whew! Another long day of combat ... I'm bushed. Think I'll hit the hay ear ...ly? Is someone passed out over there? Wait, is that Morgan?!
Morgan: Nn ...nngh ...
Owain: Morgan! By my twitching sword hand, what's happened to you?!
Morgan: ...Wha—?! Owain! Wh-what am I doing here? Was I asleep?! I don't even remember feeling tired ... Oh, right! I was bashing that huge tome against my head when I blacked out. That explains why my face hurts so bad ...
Owain: Bashing your ... Morgan, why in the WORLD would you do that?! Wait, were you trying to get your memories back?
Morgan: Well, yeah! Obviously. If you ever saw me bludgeoning myself just for fun, I hope you'd put a stop to it ...
Owain: I'll stop you even if it's NOT just for fun, you nitwit! Look, I know you want your memories back, but please ... Don't do anything reckless.
Morgan: ...But I want to be able to talk with you about old times again.
Owain: I know, Morgan, and I want that, too. But more than that, I want you safe. I may just be another stranger to you, but to me, you're family. In the future, with Mother and Father gone, it was just the two of us. You're all I had, Morgan ... I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you.
Morgan: All right. I'm sorry, Owain.
Owain: Just as long as you understand.
Morgan: ...Heh, that felt really siblingy just now. Don't you think? Me messing up and you scolding me felt ... I don't know, it felt really plausible! Maybe if you keep it up, I'll remember something!
Owain: You really think so?
Morgan: Yeah! Oh yeah, this will totally work! So go on, keep yelling! C'mon, scream at your amnesiac sister, Owain!
Owain: I ... I'm not really comfortable with—
Morgan: Hey, why don't you use the tome, too? Come on, don't hold back. Really wallop me with that thing! Maybe the simultaneous physical and mental shock will jar some memories loose! It's gotta be twice as effective as either one by itself, right? That's just basic science.
Owain: Good night, Morgan ...

A Support

Owain: Hey, Morgan. I'm headed into town. Want to come along?
Morgan: I'd love to! Is there something in particular you need?
Owain: I might pick up a couple of things, yeah. But mostly I think there's something YOU need.
Morgan: It doesn't have to do with getting my memories back, does it?
Owain: The opposite, really. Maybe there's no need to worry about your memories.
Morgan: That ...makes no sense.
Owain: I'll be honest—it does hurt to know you've forgotten me. But ...maybe it's better to build new memories than to worry about old ones.
Morgan: What do you mean?
Owain: I've been thinking about this a lot. Why you might have lost your memories, I mean. And I'm wondering if you didn't have some awful memory you couldn't bear to keep. ...I know I've got a few. I see a lot of faces, you know? People we couldn't save ...
Morgan: ... ... I'm sorry you have to bear those dreadful memories, Owain ...
Owain: Look, this is just a theory, and even if it's true, it's not like you did it consciously. But I do think that getting your memories back might not necessarily be a good thing.
Morgan: Hmm ... I understand, and believe me, I appreciate the thought ... But I want to remember things, no matter how painful they are. Because I'm sure there'll be plenty of great memories mixed with the bad ones. And the truth, whatever it is ... I really want to have that back, you know?
Owain: Well, if you're sure, then I'm happy to help.
Morgan: That's really kind of you, Owain, but do you truly realize what you're saying? I mean, it could be years before I remember anything. Or decades. Heck, there's a decent chance I may never get my memories back at all. I don't want to drag you into something that could last forever.
Owain: I'm already stuck with you forever, you goof. I'm your brother! And memories or no, we are united by our shared blood—the blood of heroes! Neither you nor any foul villain could ever hope to keep us apart!
Morgan: Owain, I ... *sniff* Thank you! I'll do everything I can!
Owain: Then start by coming with me into town.
Morgan: Huh? But you said that doesn't have to do with getting my memories back.
Owain: Hey, there's no rule that says you can't have a little fun while you try. And there's certainly no rule against making some happy new memories, either. You're young! Live a little! There'll be plenty of time to worry later.
Morgan: Right ... You're right! Thanks, Brother!

Inigo

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Morgan (F)
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Inigo
C:
4 pts.
B:
8 pts.
A:
13 pts.
S:
18 pts.

C Support

Inigo: Hey, Morgan. You busy?
Morgan: Oh, hi, Inigo! Not really. What's going on?
Inigo: I thought we might grab a cup of tea.
Morgan: Tea? Hmm ...
Inigo: It doesn't have to be for long! I thought maybe talking might stimulate your brain. Maybe jog your memory a bit?
Morgan: I suppose that's possible, now that you mention it. In that case, we should ask everyone to come! More people means more topics!
Inigo: Er ...right. But it seems like they're all ...um ...busy. So maybe just the two of us should go.
Morgan: I don't remember anyone saying they were particularly busy?
Inigo: Oh! Well, um ...crap.
Morgan: Wait, were you flirting just now? Was I just hit on?!
Inigo: Wh-what? No! Of course not! I have nothing but the most platonic of respects for you, Morgan! I'll, uh ... Right then! Perhaps another time.
Morgan: Giving up already? That's a little surprising.
Inigo: Knowing when to make your exit is part of being a dashing gentleman.
Morgan: Well, I think being a gracious loser is an admirable trait!
Inigo: Oh, this isn't a loss. It's just a time-out in a much larger game!
Morgan: Your philandering is quite deplorable, but high marks on your attitude!
Inigo: Yes, I think high marks are— Wait, what was that first part?

B Support

Morgan: Oh, there you are, Inigo.
Inigo: Hmm? Oh. Hi, Morgan.
Morgan: What's wrong? You look like you're wilting. Ooh, let me guess! You hit on a pretty girl, and she shot you down?
Inigo: Ha! Everyone thinks they know Inigo. Well, they don't know squat! ...But, yes. That's what happened. Honestly, all I want is one lousy cup of tea! Is that really so much to ask?
Morgan: That doesn't sound like the Inigo I know. What happened to "this game isn't over!" or whatever it was you said?
Inigo: The beginning turned into a middle, which became an end. Now it's a loss.
Morgan: Ouch. This really has you down, huh? ...Oh, all right. You can win this one.
Inigo: Huh? How do you mean?
Morgan: I'll go out with you.
Inigo: ...I suppose this is the part where mummers burst out of the bushes and laugh at me?
Morgan: No joke, Inigo! I'll give you a date, but on one condition ... I don't remember anything about food, and I'd like to learn about new cuisines. So let's skip tea and jump straight to the main course! Buy me dinner.
Inigo: You're on! Where do you want to go? Within reason, of course! Ha ha!
Morgan: Hmm ... Why not tell me how much you have, and I'll pick the best spot you can afford!
Inigo: Er ... That sounds expensive ...
Morgan: Ooh, I'm so excited!
Inigo: Oh dear ...

A Support

Inigo: ... ...
Morgan: Hi, Inigo! How goes the philandering? Did our dinner date help turn your luck around?
Inigo: Oh, yes. It turned me around a full 360 degrees!
Morgan: Oh, that's great! ...Wait, no it isn't. That's not great at all!
Inigo: Ha! That isn't the half of it. I only WISH I'd come full circle to when we went out.
Morgan: What happened?
Inigo: A girl agreed to join me for tea, and I was on cloud nine!
Morgan: Buuuuut?
Inigo: But she spiked my drink and robbed me blind while I was out cold! She even took the shirt off my back! ...Left the pants, though.
Morgan: Oooh. That's not good at all.
Inigo: The joke's on her. My purse was nearly empty after taking you out. But now I've gone from poor to flat broke. I guess it's dirt soup for Inigo tonight ...
Morgan: Wow. I don't know what to say.
Inigo: I've always done my best for the ladies of the world. I'm even fighting a war for them! But now ...
Morgan: Wait. You're fighting a war to impress girls?
Inigo: *Ahem* ...But now that my love has been so cruelly abused, I don't know if I can ever—
Morgan: You're fighting a war to impress GIRLS?!
Inigo: Can we get past that already?
Morgan: No, actually! I don't think I can! ...Still, I'm sure that woman didn't become a thief because she wanted to. So perhaps THAT should be your reason for fighting this terrible war. We need to bring hope back to the world and make it a place for honest folk again!
Inigo: I suppose you're right ...
Morgan: Come on, Inigo. I'll buy dinner. I owe you a meal anyway.
Inigo: ...Truly?
Morgan: I know, I know. Quite an honor to be taken out by a lady. And a first for you, I'd imagine.
Inigo: I'll pretend I didn't hear the last part. ...But thanks, Morgan. That's sweet. All right then! I hereby forgive all the cruel ladies of this world! The war for your hearts rages on, and Inigo shall return to the fray!
Morgan: Now THAT'S the Inigo we ladies know and occasionally manage to tolerate!

S Support

Morgan: Ah, here you are!
Inigo: Sorry, were you looking for me?
Morgan: It's your lucky day! I've come to help you flirt with the ladies!
Inigo: Wait, what? What does that even mean?
Morgan: Remember when that lady tricked you, then drugged you, then robbed you?
Inigo: Er, yes, thank you.
Morgan: Well, from now on, I'm going to hide in the bushes whenever you're on a date. And if anyone tries any funny business, I'll jump out and give 'em what for! Now, come on! I'm ready for action!
Inigo: That's sweet and ...a little creepy, actually. But I don't need a chaperone.
Morgan: Aw, why not?
Inigo: Because I'm done flirting with other ladies. ...It's more fun flirting with you.
Morgan: Aw, and here I was all excited to watch you get shot down up close ...
Inigo: ...Wait, that's your reason?! ... ... HEY, WAIT! Why did you just assume I'd get shot down?!
Morgan: Come on, it's not too late to change your mind! Let's go philander! C'mooon!
Inigo: No! You're going to sit here and talk with me, and you're going to enjoy it!
Morgan: BOOOOORING.
Inigo: Are you even listening to me? Do you understand what I'm saying?
Morgan: ...All I understand is that you're a big fun-burglar.
Inigo: Damn it, Morgan! I'm in love with you!
Morgan: ...For seriously?
Inigo: Yes, for seriously!
Morgan: Wait! I ...I don't ... Y-you can't just spring this on me out of the blue! It's not fair! Buuuuut ... I suppose I ... I mean ... Weeeeeeell ... ...Aw, sure! Why the heck not?!
Inigo: You came around quick.
Morgan: Who knows? Maybe being with you will be more fun than seeing you fall on your face.
Inigo: Well then, we have the rest of our lives to test that theory.
Morgan: And I say we start with the finest dinner in town! I'll have the golden lobster, please!

Inigo (as siblings)

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Morgan (F)
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Inigo
C:
0 pts.
B:
? pts.
A:
? pts.
This support is only available if Inigo is Morgan (F)'s brother.

C Support

Morgan: Let's see here ... Birthday? May 5th ... Favorite colors? Blue and purple ... Favorite food? Probably bear meat ...
Inigo: What are you mumbling about over there, Morgan?
Morgan: Least favorite food? Veggies, apparently. Don't seem to mind them now, though ...
Inigo: Morgan!
Morgan: Oh! Inigo?! Guess I was pretty out of it to miss my own brother paying a visit! Did you need something?
Inigo: Just wondering what you were chanting over there ... You practicing some new magic incantations or something?
Morgan: Nope! Just going back over my notes on what you told me about myself. I was hoping they'd hold some clue that might help spark my memory. Heh. It's kind of crazy how much you know about me, huh? Like, I really once got five nosebleeds in the same day? I have no memory of that at all. AT ALL! Ha ha ha! I can just imagine ...
Inigo: Well, you're still as cheerful, that's for sure. And as talkative as ever ...
Morgan: I am? I mean, I was?! Hmm, now that you mention it, that does sound ...right, somehow. ...Heh. Everything still feels funny. Even you being my brother hasn't really clicked.
Inigo: If you think it's strange for you, imagine how I feel ... My kid sister starts talking to me like a stranger, asking questions about herself ... I had no idea how to even interact with you. It was pretty rough, but I got used to it.
Morgan: Heh, yeah ... Sorry about that. But that's just another reason why I'm working hard to get my memories back. Once I do, nobody will have to feel weird or awkward around me again. Pretty noble, huh? I'm such a sweet, selfless girl!
Inigo: Heh, and so humble as well ... In any case, I'm happy to help you get those memories back however I can. Someday soon I bet we'll be able to laugh about all the old times—now included!
Morgan: Heh, right!

B Support

Inigo: Whew! Another long day of combat ... I'm bushed. Think I'll hit the hay ear ...ly? Is someone passed out over there? Wait, is that Morgan?!
Morgan: Nn ...nngh ...
Inigo: Morgan! Morgan, are you all right?! What happened?!
Morgan: ...Wha—?! Inigo! Wh-what am I doing here? Was I asleep?! I don't even remember feeling tired ... Oh, right! I was bashing that huge tome against my head when I blacked out. That explains why my face hurts so bad ...
Inigo: Bashing your ... Morgan, why in the WORLD would you do that?! Wait, were you trying to get your memories back?
Morgan: Well, yeah! Obviously. If you ever saw me bludgeoning myself just for fun, I hope you'd put a stop to it ...
Inigo: I'll stop you even if it's NOT just for fun, you nitwit! Look, I know you want your memories back, but please ... Don't do anything reckless.
Morgan: ...But I want to be able to talk with you about old times again.
Inigo: I know, Morgan, and I want that, too. But more than that, I want you safe. I may just be another stranger to you, but to me, you're family. In the future, with Mother and Father gone, it was just the two of us. You're all I had, Morgan ... I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you.
Morgan: All right. I'm sorry, Inigo.
Inigo: Just as long as you understand.
Morgan: ...Heh, that felt really siblingy just now. Don't you think? Me messing up and you scolding me felt ... I don't know, it felt really plausible! Maybe if you keep it up, I'll remember something!
Inigo: You ...really think so?
Morgan: Yeah! Oh yeah, this will totally work! So go on, keep yelling! C'mon, scream at your amnesiac sister, Inigo!
Inigo: I ... I'm not really comfortable with—
Morgan: Hey, why don't you use the tome, too? Come on, don't hold back. Really wallop me with that thing! Maybe the simultaneous physical and mental shock will jar some memories loose! It's gotta be twice as effective as either one by itself, right? That's just basic science.
Inigo: Good night, Morgan ...

A Support

Inigo: Hey, Morgan. I'm headed into town. Want to come along?
Morgan: I'd love to! Is there something in particular you need?
Inigo: I might pick up a couple of things, yeah. But mostly I think there's something YOU need.
Morgan: It doesn't have to do with getting my memories back, does it?
Inigo: The opposite, really. Maybe there's no need to worry about your memories.
Morgan: That ...makes no sense.
Inigo: I'll be honest—it does hurt to know you've forgotten me. But ...maybe it's better to build new memories than to worry about old ones.
Morgan: What do you mean?
Inigo: I've been thinking about this a lot. Why you might have lost your memories, I mean. And I'm wondering if you didn't have some awful memory you couldn't bear to keep. ...I know I've got a few. I see a lot of faces, you know? People we couldn't save ...
Morgan: ... ... I'm sorry you have to bear those dreadful memories, Inigo ...
Inigo: Look, this is just a theory, and even if it's true, it's not like you did it consciously. But I do think that getting your memories back might not necessarily be a good thing.
Morgan: Hmm ... I understand, and believe me, I appreciate the thought ... But I want to remember things, no matter how painful they are. Because I'm sure there'll be plenty of great memories mixed with the bad ones. And the truth, whatever it is ... I really want to have that back, you know?
Inigo: Well, if you're sure, then I'm happy to help.
Morgan: That's really kind of you, Inigo, but do you truly realize what you're saying? I mean, it could be years before I remember anything. Or decades. Heck, there's a decent chance I may never get my memories back at all. I don't want to drag you into something that could last forever.
Inigo: I'm already stuck with you forever, you goof. I'm your brother! We're family—memories or no. You couldn't keep me away.
Morgan: Inigo, I ... *sniff* Thank you! I'll do everything I can!
Inigo: Then start by coming with me into town.
Morgan: Huh? But you said that doesn't have to do with getting my memories back.
Inigo: Hey, there's no rule that says you can't have a little fun while you try. And there's certainly no rule against making some happy new memories, either. You're young! Live a little! There'll be plenty of time to worry later.
Morgan: Right ... You're right! Thanks, Brother!

Brady

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Morgan (F)
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Brady
C:
4 pts.
B:
8 pts.
A:
13 pts.
S:
18 pts.

C Support

Morgan: Hey now, if it isn't Mr. Brady!
Brady: Yeah? What do you want?
Morgan: Oh, nothing! Just saying hi!
Brady: Huh. Right. And just what were you doing, skulking about out here?
Morgan: Skulking? Really, Brady, I was just picking a spot for a little afternoon nap in the sun. Or I would be if the sun came out. ...C'mon already, sun!
Brady: Yeesh. Must be nice, not having a care in the world.
Morgan: I've got my share of worries, same as the next person. Well, I did ... I mean, I probably did? I assume I did at some point ...
Brady: If you gotta ASSUME that you did, then ya DON'T! Must be nice havin' all your troubles and painful memories wiped clean. Now that head of yours is all puppies and rainbows and unicorns all the time.
Morgan: Yup! Pretty much!
Brady: Aw, you're shinin' me on. Ain't no way an amnesiac can be that bubbly!
Morgan: Well, yeah, I lost my memory, but I still have my father.
Brady: Yeah, well ... Just don't go thinkin' I trust you or anythin', understand?
Morgan: What?! Why not? That's terrible!
Brady: Because you could be an enemy spy, that's why not!
Morgan: A spy? That's ridiculous! ... ...
Brady: ... ...
Morgan: But hey, I guess I can't blame you.
Brady: Wha—?!
Morgan: Well, when you put it that way, with my convenient amnesia and all ... I guess I am pretty suspicious! Ha ha ha!
Brady: Aw, go suck a lemon!

B Support

Brady: *Huff* *pant*
Morgan: Brady, are you all right?
Brady: Oh, it's ...you ... G-go away ... *pant*
Morgan: Just finished group maneuvers, eh? You look and sound exhausted.
Brady: I'm f-fine!
Morgan: I dunno. You look pretty pale.
Brady: I s-said I'm FINE!
Morgan: But you don't look fine, is the thing. Want me to rub your back for a bit?
Brady: You'd like that, wouldn't you? You spy! But, oh no! Brady ain't letting you anywhere near his back!
Morgan: I thought you started out as a priest, no? Shouldn't you be a little better at taking care of yourself?
Brady: Hey, gimme a break! The point of being a priest is healing other people, not yourself! It's about sacrifice and all that malarkey. You're supposed to put yourself last!
Morgan: Yeah, but if you pass out on the field, you're no use to anybody. You need to look out for yourself some if you want to help others, right?
Brady: Q-quiet, you! Who asked you, anyway?!
Morgan: Okay, okay! Don't go making yourself even more out of breath. Just stay put for a second. I'll get you some water.
Brady: I ain't drinkin' nothin' you give me! And I never asked for your help, so make like bad pants and butt out! *Huff* *pant* *wheeeeze*
Morgan: Oh, Brady ...

A Support

Morgan: Braaaaaady ... Brady-Brady!
Brady: Ugh, not her again ...
Morgan: What? Why are you running?! Waaait for meeeeee! ...Ha-hah! Caught ya!
Brady: Gah! What is with you, you crazy dame?!
Morgan: I brought you a very special gift today!
Brady: Eh?!
Morgan: The perfect panacea for the 90-pound weakling! Ambrosia to the anemic! All in the latest thrilling installment of Morgan's Adventures in Nutrition!
Brady: What, uh ... What IS that red sludgy muck, exactly?
Morgan: Lifeblood drained from a fell viper! It's sure to put the sheen back in your scales!
Brady: Swear to Naga, if you get that stuff near me, I'll give ya what for!
Morgan: But wait! There's more! Ta-daaah! Check it out! Bear gizzards! Put the stuff of bears in you! It's gotta be strong because, hey, BEARS! ...Am I right?!
Brady: No way I'm touching that, neither!
Morgan: Aww, no need to be shy just because they're exotic delicacies. This one's on the house!
Brady: That ain't what I'm worried about! And stay back! Stay ba—lrghlrghlrgh?!
Morgan: There's a nice Brady. Drink up now! Every ...last ...drop. Ooh, yeah! Feel those supercharged bear guts slip down the ol' gullet! And don't forget to wash it down with a tall glass of snake! Mmm, taste that predator!
Brady: B-B-BLEAAARGLE! *cough* *hack!*
Morgan: Well? Does it feel like it's working?
Brady: *Cough* Even if it did, it ain't gonna work THAT fast! And just where do you get off thinkin' you can just— Huh?
Morgan: Hmm? Brady? Something wrong?
Brady: Wh-what? What's going on?! I feel ... I feel power welling up inside me! It's floodin' every inch of my body!
Morgan: Now that's what I call fast acting!
Brady: Amazing! I feel ...healthy. Weirdly healthy! My body's not used to feeling this spry! This is ... Wow! This feels incredible! Uh, thanks, Morgan. Really, thanks! I, uh ... I guess I was wrong about you ...
Morgan: You're welcome!
Brady: Hey, uh ...sorry for all the hullabaloo earlier, yeah? I got all hung up on thinking you was a spy or something. What a loon I was!
Morgan: Aw, everybody makes mistakes! Don't even worry about it.
Brady: Well, if you're sure, then thanks. But boy howdy, you really do live in your own world, don't you? Guess all the goofball antics and meddling is sincere. You really do mean well!
Morgan: Of course! I may not have my memories, but I can still be myself, and that's just who I am! At least, I'm pretty sure? Ha ha ha! Who knows, right? Oh, I slay me!
Brady: Heh, you're one crazy number, Morg. But, yeah ...in a good way.

S Support

Brady: Hey, uh, Morgan?
Morgan: Something wrong, Brady? Not feeling well again?
Brady: Nah, I feel fine. Great, actually, ever since you force-fed me horrible, horrible things.
Morgan: Something else you need, then? Ooh! Maybe a limerick? There once was a man from Ylisse! Whose knickers were ever so—
Brady: Er, no. That ain't it. I just ... I wanted to apologize for doubting you all this time.
Morgan: You already did apologize, silly!
Brady: Yeah, but I wanted to do it again! I just wasn't sure it took last time.
Morgan: Oh, you worry too much! And you weren't wrong to doubt me. Anyone would, given my circumstances.
Brady: Eh, not quite anyone ...
Morgan: Hmm?
Brady: If our roles was switched, you never would'a doubted me for a second. You'd have welcomed me with open arms. I'm sure of it ...
Morgan: Hmm ... Yeah, I guess I would, huh? But that's just because I'm so spacey.
Brady: No, it ain't! It's 'cause you're so kind!
Morgan: Oh? Is that so?
Brady: Look, I can't really explain it, but ... Over the course of talking with you, and the chaos and the running and the whatnot ... I kept picking up this thread of ...kindness? Just real honest-like, ya know? Anyway, it made me ... I don't know. I guess I kinda fell for ya, Morg.
Morgan: Oh ...Brady!
Brady: No, I know! I know! This whole time, I been sayin' these terrible things to you! I swear, I'll make it all up to ya. Just gimme a chance! Please, doll! Lemme love ya!
Morgan: *Sniff* ... I ... I don't ... I mean ... *sniffle*
Brady: Huh? This, uh ... This wasn't supposed to be one of them terrible things I said. ...C'mon, you're makin' me want to turn on the waterworks here, too!
Morgan: I ... *sniff* I can't ...h-h-help it ... I'm just so ... So ... Sooooo happy!
Brady: What?! Y-you are? You sure got an odd way of showin' it!
Morgan: I always wanted you to like me ... That's why I kept my smile on, even ... *sniff* Even when you were cold to me! Now, I ... I ... Oh, Brady! *sob*
Brady: Gah! I'm sorry! I was a real Melvin, I know! Just please stop with the crying!
Morgan: I'm ...s-sorry ... I'll stop ... Just as soon as I'm not soooooo happyyyyyy! *sob*
Brady: Oh, brother ... I guess when you're this happy all the time, special occasions mean big meltdowns ... This is going to take some gettin' used to, but if you're happy, then I'm happy!

Brady (as siblings)

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Morgan (F)
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Brady
C:
0 pts.
B:
? pts.
A:
? pts.
This support is only available if Brady is Morgan (F)'s brother.

C Support

Morgan: Let's see here ... Birthday? May 5th ... Favorite colors? Blue and purple ... Favorite food? Probably bear meat ...
Brady: Whatcha mumblin' about over there, Morgan?
Morgan: Least favorite food? Veggies, apparently. Don't seem to mind them now, though ...
Brady: Hey! Morgan!
Morgan: Oh! Brady?! Guess I was pretty out of it to miss my own brother paying a visit! Did you need something?
Brady: Just wondering what you were yappin' about over there ... What is it? Practicing some new magic spells and all that malarkey?
Morgan: Nope! Just going back over my notes on what you told me about myself. I was hoping they'd hold some clue that might help spark my memory. Heh. It's kind of crazy how much you know about me, huh? Like, I really once got five nosebleeds in the same day? I have no memory of that at all. AT ALL! Ha ha ha! I can just imagine ...
Brady: Well, you're still as cheerful, that's for sure. And as talkative as ever ...
Morgan: I am? I mean, I was?! Hmm, now that you mention it, that does sound ...right, somehow. ...Heh. Everything still feels funny. Even you being my brother hasn't really clicked.
Brady: If you think it's strange for you, you should see how I feel! My kid sister starts talking to me like a stranger, askin' questions about herself ... I had no idea how to even interact with you. Eventually I got used to it, but still ...
Morgan: Heh, yeah ... Sorry about that. But that's just another reason why I'm working hard to get my memories back. Once I do, nobody will have to feel weird or awkward around me again. Pretty noble, huh? I'm such a sweet, selfless girl!
Brady: Heh, and real humble, I see ... Anyway, I'm happy to try and help ya get those memories back however I can. Before you know it, we'll be laughin' about the good ol' days—now included!
Morgan: Heh, right!

B Support

Brady: That's the third time today someone took me for a bandit! Next time, I'm gonna ... Uh-oh. Looks like some cat's gone boots up over there. ...W-wait, is that ...Morgan?!
Morgan: Nn ...nngh ...
Brady: Morgan! Morgan, are you all right?! Stay outta the light, girl!
Morgan: ...Wha—?! Brady! Wh-what am I doing here? Was I asleep?! I don't even remember feeling tired ... Oh, right! I was bashing that huge tome against my head when I blacked out. That explains why my face hurts so bad ...
Brady: Bashing your ... Morgan, why in the WORLD would ya do that?! Wait, were you trying to get your memories back?
Morgan: Well, yeah! Obviously. If you ever saw me bludgeoning myself just for fun, I hope you'd put a stop to it ...
Brady: I'll stop ya even if it's NOT just for fun, ya damn moron! Look, I know you want your memories back, but hurtin' yourself ain't an option!
Morgan: ...But I want to be able to talk with you about old times again.
Brady: I know, Morgan, and I want that, too. But more than that, I want ya safe. I may just be another stranger to you, but to me, you're family. In the future, with Ma and Pop gone, it was just the two of us. You're all I had, Morgan, and I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to ya.
Morgan: All right. I'm sorry, Brady.
Brady: As long as you understand.
Morgan: ...Heh, that felt really siblingy just now. Don't you think? Me messing up and you scolding me felt ... I don't know, it felt really plausible! Maybe if you keep it up, I'll remember something!
Brady: Er, I dunno ...
Morgan: Yeah! Oh yeah, this will totally work! So go on, keep yelling! C'mon, scream at your amnesiac sister, Brady!
Brady: Huh? Naw, I ain't comfortable with—
Morgan: Hey, why don't you use the tome, too? Come on, don't hold back. Really wallop me with that thing! Maybe the simultaneous physical and mental shock will jar some memories loose! It's gotta be twice as effective as either one by itself, right? That's just basic science.
Brady: You're insane! I'm outta here.

A Support

Brady: Hey, Morgan. I'm headed into town. Wanna tag along?
Morgan: I'd love to! Is there something in particular you need?
Brady: I might pick up a couple of things, yeah. But mostly I think there's somethin' YOU need.
Morgan: It doesn't have to do with getting my memories back, does it?
Brady: The opposite, actually. Maybe there ain't no need to worry about your memories, yeah?
Morgan: That ...makes no sense.
Brady: Look, I'll be honest—it kinda kills me to know ya forgot me. But ...maybe it's better to build new memories than to worry about old ones.
Morgan: What do you mean?
Brady: I been thinkin' about this a lot. Why ya might've lost your memories, I mean. And I'm wonderin' if ya didn't have some awful memory ya just couldn't live with. ...I know I sure got a few. I see a lot of faces, yeah? Folks we couldn't save ...
Morgan: ... ... I'm sorry you have to bear those dreadful memories, Brady ...
Brady: Look, it's just a theory, and even if it's true, it ain't like you did it consciously. But I do think that gettin' your memories back might not necessarily be good for ya.
Morgan: Hmm ... I understand, and believe me, I appreciate the thought ... But I want to remember things, no matter how painful they are. Because I'm sure there'll be plenty of great memories mixed with the bad ones. And the truth, whatever it is ... I really want to have that back, you know?
Brady: Well, long as you're sure, then I'm happy to help.
Morgan: That's really kind of you, Brady, but do you truly realize what you're saying? I mean, it could be years before I remember anything. Or decades. Heck, there's a decent chance I may never get my memories back at all. I don't want to drag you into something that could last forever.
Brady: I'm already stuck with ya forever, ya dimwit! I'm your brother. We're family—memories or no. Ya couldn't keep me away.
Morgan: Brady, I ... *sniff* Thank you! I'll do everything I can!
Brady: Then start by comin' with me into town.
Morgan: Huh? But you said that doesn't have to do with getting my memories back.
Brady: Hey, there's no rule what says ya can't have a little fun while you try. And there sure ain't no rule against makin' happy new memories, either. You're young! Live a little! There'll be plenty of time to worry later, yeah?
Morgan: Right ... You're right! Thanks, Brother!

Kjelle (as siblings)

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Morgan (F)
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Kjelle
C:
0 pts.
B:
? pts.
A:
? pts.
This support is only available if Kjelle is Morgan (F)'s sister.

C Support

Morgan: Let's see here ... Birthday? May 5th ... Favorite colors? Blue and purple ... Favorite food? Probably bear meat ...
Kjelle: What are you mumbling about over there, Morgan?
Morgan: Least favorite food? Veggies, apparently. Don't seem to mind them now, though ...
Kjelle: Morgan!
Morgan: Oh! Kjelle?! Guess I was pretty out of it to miss my own sister paying a visit! Did you need something?
Kjelle: Just wondering what you were chanting over there ... You practicing some new magic incantations or something?
Morgan: Nope! Just going back over my notes on what you told me about myself. I was hoping they'd hold some clue that might help spark my memory. Heh. It's kind of crazy how much you know about me, huh? Like, I really once got five nosebleeds in the same day? I have no memory of that at all. AT ALL! Ha ha ha! I can just imagine ...
Kjelle: Well, you're still as cheerful, that's for sure. And as talkative as ever ...
Morgan: I am? I mean, I was?! Hmm, now that you mention it, that does sound ...right, somehow. ...Heh. Everything still feels funny. Even you being my sister hasn't really clicked.
Kjelle: If you think it's strange for you, imagine how I feel ... My kid sister starts talking to me like a stranger, asking questions about herself ... I had no idea how to even interact with you. It was pretty rough, but I got used to it.
Morgan: Heh, yeah ... Sorry about that. But that's just another reason why I'm working hard to get my memories back. Once I do, nobody will have to feel weird or awkward around me again. Pretty noble, huh? I'm such a sweet, selfless girl!
Kjelle: I don't know many selfless people who go around advertising the fact ... In any case, I'm happy to help you get those memories back however I can. Someday soon I bet we'll be able to laugh about all the old times—now included!
Morgan: Heh, right!

B Support

Kjelle: Whew! Another long day of combat ... I'm bushed. Think I'll hit the hay ear ...ly? Is someone passed out over there? Wait, is that Morgan?!
Morgan: Nn ...nngh ...
Kjelle: Morgan! Morgan, are you all right?! What happened?!
Morgan: ...Wha—?! Kjelle! Wh-what am I doing here? Was I asleep?! I don't even remember feeling tired ... Oh, right! I was bashing that huge tome against my head when I blacked out. That explains why my face hurts so bad ...
Kjelle: Bashing your ... Morgan, why in the WORLD would you do that?! Wait, were you trying to get your memories back?
Morgan: Well, yeah! Obviously. If you ever saw me bludgeoning myself just for fun, I hope you'd put a stop to it ...
Kjelle: I'll stop you even if it's NOT just for fun, you fool! Look, I know you want your memories back, but please ... Don't do anything reckless.
Morgan: ...But I want to be able to talk with you about old times again.
Kjelle: I know, Morgan, and I want that, too. But more than that, I want you safe. I may just be another stranger to you, but to me, you're family. In the future, with Mother and Father gone, it was just the two of us. You're all I had, Morgan ... I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you.
Morgan: All right. I'm sorry, Kjelle.
Kjelle: Just as long as you understand.
Morgan: ...Heh, that felt really siblingy just now. Don't you think? Me messing up and you scolding me felt ... I don't know, it felt really plausible! Maybe if you keep it up, I'll remember something!
Kjelle: You ...really think so?
Morgan: Yeah! Oh yeah, this will totally work! So go on, keep yelling! C'mon, scream at your amnesiac sister, Kjelle!
Kjelle: ... ...
Morgan: Hey, why don't you use the tome, too? Come on, don't hold back. Really wallop me with that thing! Maybe the simultaneous physical and mental shock will jar some memories loose! It's gotta be twice as effective as either one by itself, right? That's just basic science.
Kjelle: Good night, Morgan ...

A Support

Kjelle: Hey, Morgan. I'm headed into town. Would you like to come along?
Morgan: I'd love to! Is there something in particular you need?
Kjelle: I might pick up a couple of things, yes. But mostly I think there's something YOU need.
Morgan: It doesn't have to do with getting my memories back, does it?
Kjelle: The opposite, really. Maybe there's no need to worry about your memories.
Morgan: That ...makes no sense.
Kjelle: I'll be honest—it does hurt to know you've forgotten me. But ...maybe it's better to build new memories than to worry about old ones.
Morgan: What do you mean?
Kjelle: I've been thinking about this a lot. Why you might have lost your memories, I mean. And I'm wondering if you didn't have some awful memory you couldn't bear to keep. ...I know I've got a few. I see a lot of faces, you know? People we couldn't save ...
Morgan: ... ... I'm sorry you have to bear those dreadful memories, Kjelle ...
Kjelle: Look, this is just a theory, and even if it's true, it's not like you did it consciously. But I do think that getting your memories back might not necessarily be a good thing.
Morgan: Hmm ... I understand, and believe me, I appreciate the thought ... But I want to remember things, no matter how painful they are. Because I'm sure there'll be plenty of great memories mixed with the bad ones. And the truth, whatever it is ... I really want to have that back, you know?
Kjelle: Well, if you're sure, then I'm happy to help.
Morgan: That's really kind of you, Kjelle, but do you truly realize what you're saying? I mean, it could be years before I remember anything. Or decades. Heck, there's a decent chance I may never get my memories back at all. I don't want to drag you into something that could last forever.
Kjelle: I'm already stuck with you forever, you goof. I'm your sister! We're family—memories or no. You couldn't keep me away.
Morgan: Kjelle, I ... *sniff* Thank you! I'll do everything I can!
Kjelle: Then start by coming with me into town.
Morgan: Huh? But you said that doesn't have to do with getting my memories back.
Kjelle: Hey, there's no rule that says you can't have a little fun while you try. And there's certainly no rule against making some happy new memories, either. You're young! Live a little! There'll be plenty of time to worry later.
Morgan: Right ... You're right! Thanks, Sis!

Kjelle (as parent and child)

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Morgan (F)
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Kjelle
C:
0 pts.
B:
? pts.
A:
? pts.
This support is only available if Kjelle is Morgan (F)'s mother.

C Support

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

B Support

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

A Support

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

Cynthia (as siblings)

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Morgan (F)
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Cynthia
C:
0 pts.
B:
? pts.
A:
? pts.
This support is only available if Cynthia is Morgan (F)'s sister.

C Support

Morgan: Let's see here ... Birthday? May 5th ... Favorite colors? Blue and purple ... Favorite food? Probably bear meat ...
Cynthia: What are you mumbling about over there, Morgan?
Morgan: Least favorite food? Veggies, apparently. Don't seem to mind them now, though ...
Cynthia: Morgan!
Morgan: Oh! Cynthia?! Guess I was pretty out of it to miss my own sister paying a visit! Did you need something?
Cynthia: Just wondering what you were chanting over there ... You practicing some new magic incantations or something?
Morgan: Nope! Just going back over my notes on what you told me about myself. I was hoping they'd hold some clue that might help spark my memory. Heh. It's kind of crazy how much you know about me, huh? Like, I really once got five nosebleeds in the same day? I have no memory of that at all. AT ALL! Ha ha ha! I can just imagine ...
Cynthia: Well, you're still as cheerful, that's for sure. And as talkative as ever ...
Morgan: I am? I mean, I was?! Hmm, now that you mention it, that does sound ...right, somehow. ...Heh. Everything still feels funny. Even you being my sister hasn't really clicked.
Cynthia: If you think it's strange for you, imagine how I feel ... My kid sister starts talking to me like a stranger, asking questions about herself ... I had no idea how to even interact with you. It was pretty rough, but I got used to it.
Morgan: Heh, yeah ... Sorry about that. But that's just another reason why I'm working hard to get my memories back. Once I do, nobody will have to feel weird or awkward around me again. Pretty noble, huh? I'm such a sweet, selfless girl!
Cynthia: Heh, and so humble as well ... In any case, I'm happy to help you get those memories back however I can. Someday soon I bet we'll be able to laugh about all the old times—now included!
Morgan: Heh, right!

B Support

Cynthia: Whew! Another long day of combat ... I'm bushed. Think I'll hit the hay ear ...ly? Is someone passed out over there? Wait, is that Morgan?!
Morgan: Nn ...nngh ...
Cynthia: Morgan! Morgan, are you all right?! What happened?!
Morgan: ...Wha—?! Cynthia! Wh-what am I doing here? Was I asleep?! I don't even remember feeling tired ... Oh, right! I was bashing that huge tome against my head when I blacked out. That explains why my face hurts so bad ...
Cynthia: Bashing your ... Morgan, why in the WORLD would you do that?! Wait, were you trying to get your memories back?
Morgan: Well, yeah! Obviously. If you ever saw me bludgeoning myself just for fun, I hope you'd put a stop to it ...
Cynthia: I'll stop you even if it's NOT just for fun, you nitwit! Look, I know you want your memories back, but please ... Don't do anything reckless.
Morgan: ...But I want to be able to talk with you about old times again.
Cynthia: I know, Morgan, and I want that, too. But more than that, I want you safe. I may just be another stranger to you, but to me, you're family. In the future, with Mother and Father gone, it was just the two of us. You're all I had, Morgan ... I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you.
Morgan: All right. I'm sorry, Cynthia.
Cynthia: Just as long as you understand.
Morgan: ...Heh, that felt really siblingy just now. Don't you think? Me messing up and you scolding me felt ... I don't know, it felt really plausible! Maybe if you keep it up, I'll remember something!
Cynthia: You ...really think so?
Morgan: Yeah! Oh yeah, this will totally work! So go on, keep yelling! C'mon, scream at your amnesiac sister, Cynthia!
Cynthia: I ... I'm not really comfortable with—
Morgan: Hey, why don't you use the tome, too? Come on, don't hold back. Really wallop me with that thing! Maybe the simultaneous physical and mental shock will jar some memories loose! It's gotta be twice as effective as either one by itself, right? That's just basic science.
Cynthia: Good night, Morgan ...

A Support

Cynthia: Hey, Morgan. I'm headed into town. Want to come along?
Morgan: I'd love to! Is there something in particular you need?
Cynthia: I might pick up a couple of things, yeah. But mostly I think there's something YOU need.
Morgan: It doesn't have to do with getting my memories back, does it?
Cynthia: The opposite, really. Maybe there's no need to worry about your memories.
Morgan: That ...makes no sense.
Cynthia: I'll be honest—it does hurt to know you've forgotten me. But ...maybe it's better to build new memories than to worry about old ones.
Morgan: What do you mean?
Cynthia: I've been thinking about this a lot. Why you might have lost your memories, I mean. And I'm wondering if you didn't have some awful memory you couldn't bear to keep. ...I know I've got a few. I see a lot of faces, you know? People we couldn't save ...
Morgan: ... ... I'm sorry you have to bear those dreadful memories, Cynthia ...
Cynthia: Look, this is just a theory, and even if it's true, it's not like you did it consciously. But I do think that getting your memories back might not necessarily be a good thing.
Morgan: Hmm ... I understand, and believe me, I appreciate the thought ... But I want to remember things, no matter how painful they are. Because I'm sure there'll be plenty of great memories mixed with the bad ones. And the truth, whatever it is ... I really want to have that back, you know?
Cynthia: Well, if you're sure, then I'm happy to help.
Morgan: That's really kind of you, Cynthia, but do you truly realize what you're saying? I mean, it could be years before I remember anything. Or decades. Heck, there's a decent chance I may never get my memories back at all. I don't want to drag you into something that could last forever.
Cynthia: I'm already stuck with you forever, you goof. I'm your sister! We're family—memories or no. You couldn't keep me away.
Morgan: Cynthia, I ... *sniff* Thank you! I'll do everything I can!
Cynthia: Then start by coming with me into town.
Morgan: Huh? But you said that doesn't have to do with getting my memories back.
Cynthia: Hey, there's no rule that says you can't have a little fun while you try. And there's certainly no rule against making some happy new memories, either. You're young! Live a little! There'll be plenty of time to worry later.
Morgan: Right ... You're right! Thanks, Sis!

Cynthia (as parent and child)

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Morgan (F)
Support information: Small portrait cynthia fe13.png
Cynthia
C:
0 pts.
B:
? pts.
A:
? pts.
This support is only available if Cynthia is Morgan (F)'s mother.

C Support

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

B Support

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

A Support

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

Severa (as siblings)

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Morgan (F)
Support information: Small portrait severa fe13.png
Severa
C:
0 pts.
B:
? pts.
A:
? pts.
This support is only available if Severa is Morgan (F)'s sister.

C Support

Morgan: Let's see here ... Birthday? May 5th ... Favorite colors? Blue and purple ... Favorite food? Probably bear meat ...
Severa: What are you mumbling about over there, Morgan?
Morgan: Least favorite food? Veggies, apparently. Don't seem to mind them now, though ...
Severa: Morgan!
Morgan: Oh! Severa?! Guess I was pretty out of it to miss my own sister paying a visit! Did you need something?
Severa: Why are you standing there muttering like a madwoman? Are you practicing some new magic incantations or something?
Morgan: Nope! Just going back over my notes on what you told me about myself. I was hoping they'd hold some clue that might help spark my memory. Heh. It's kind of crazy how much you know about me, huh? Like, I really once got five nosebleeds in the same day? I have no memory of that at all. AT ALL! Ha ha ha! I can just imagine ...
Severa: Well, you're still as cheerful, that's for sure. And as talkative as ever ...
Morgan: I am? I mean, I was?! Hmm, now that you mention it, that does sound ...right, somehow. ...Heh. Everything still feels funny. Even you being my sister hasn't really clicked.
Severa: If you think it's strange for you, imagine how I feel ... My kid sister starts talking to me like a stranger, asking questions about herself ... I had no idea how to even interact with you. It was pretty rough, but I got used to it.
Morgan: Heh, yeah ... Sorry about that. But that's just another reason why I'm working hard to get my memories back. Once I do, nobody will have to feel weird or awkward around me again. Pretty noble, huh? I'm such a sweet, selfless girl!
Severa: Heh, and so humble as well ... In any case, I'm glad to help you get those memories back however I can. Someday soon I bet we'll be able to laugh about all the old times—now included!
Morgan: Heh, right!

B Support

Severa: Whew! Another long day of combat ... I'm spent. Think I'll hit the hay ear ...ly? Is someone passed out over there? Wait, is that Morgan?!
Morgan: Nn ...nngh ...
Severa: Morgan! Morgan, are you all right?! What happened?!
Morgan: ...Wha—?! Severa! Wh-what am I doing here? Was I asleep?! I don't even remember feeling tired ... Oh, right! I was bashing that huge tome against my head when I blacked out. That explains why my face hurts so bad ...
Severa: Bashing your ... Are you an IDIOT?! Why would you do that?! Wait, were you trying to get your memories back?
Morgan: Well, yeah! Obviously. If you ever saw me bludgeoning myself just for fun, I hope you'd put a stop to it ...
Severa: I'll stop you even if it's NOT just for fun, you moron! Getting your memories back doesn't do you any good if you're dead. Okay?!
Morgan: ...But I want to be able to talk with you about old times again.
Severa: Yeah, I know, Morgan, and I want that, too. But more than that, I want you ALIVE. I may just be another stranger to you, but to me, you're family. In the future, with Mother and Father gone, it was just the two of us. You're all I had, Morgan ... I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you.
Morgan: All right. I'm sorry, Severa.
Severa: Sheesh. What a nightmare ...
Morgan: ...Heh, that felt really siblingy just now. Don't you think? Me messing up and you scolding me felt ... I don't know, it felt really plausible! Maybe if you keep it up, I'll remember something!
Severa: Um, I guess?
Morgan: Yeah! Oh yeah, this will totally work! So go on, keep yelling! C'mon, scream at your amnesiac sister, Severa!
Severa: That is the stupidest—
Morgan: Hey, why don't you use the tome, too? Come on, don't hold back. Really wallop me with that thing! Maybe the simultaneous physical and mental shock will jar some memories loose! It's gotta be twice as effective as either one by itself, right? That's just basic science.
Severa: Gawds, you idiot ...

A Support

Severa: Hey, Morgan. I'm headed into town. Want to come with?
Morgan: I'd love to! Is there something in particular you need?
Severa: I might pick up a couple of things, yeah. But mostly I think there's something YOU need.
Morgan: It doesn't have to do with getting my memories back, does it?
Severa: The opposite, really. Maybe there's no need to worry about your memories.
Morgan: That ...makes no sense.
Severa: I'll be honest—it does hurt to know you've forgotten me. But I still think it's better to build new memories than to worry about old ones.
Morgan: What do you mean?
Severa: I've been thinking about this a lot. Why you might have lost your memories, I mean. And I'm wondering if you didn't have some awful memory you couldn't bear to keep. ...I know I've got a few. I see a lot of faces, you know? People we couldn't save ...
Morgan: ... ... I'm sorry you have to bear those dreadful memories, Severa ...
Severa: Look, this is just a theory, and even if it's true, it's not like you did it on purpose. But I do think that getting your memories back might not necessarily be a good thing.
Morgan: Hmm ... I understand, and believe me, I appreciate the thought ... But I want to remember things, no matter how painful they are. Because I'm sure there'll be plenty of great memories mixed with the bad ones. And the truth, whatever it is ... I really want to have that back, you know?
Severa: Well, if you're sure, then I gueeess I can help.
Morgan: That's really kind of you, Severa, but do you truly realize what you're saying? I mean, it could be years before I remember anything. Or decades. Heck, there's a decent chance I may never get my memories back at all. I don't want to drag you into something that could last forever.
Severa: I'm already stuck with you forever, idiot. I'm your sister! We're family—memories or no. You couldn't keep me away.
Morgan: Severa, I ... *sniff* Thank you! I'll do everything I can!
Severa: Then start by coming with me into town.
Morgan: Huh? But you said that doesn't have to do with getting my memories back.
Severa: Hey, there's no rule that says you can't have a little fun while you try. And there's certainly no rule against making some happy new memories, either. You're young! Live a little! There'll be plenty of time to worry later.
Morgan: Right ... You're right! Thanks, Sis!

Severa (as parent and child)

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Morgan (F)
Support information: Small portrait severa fe13.png
Severa
C:
0 pts.
B:
? pts.
A:
? pts.
This support is only available if Severa is Morgan (F)'s mother.

C Support

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

B Support

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

A Support

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

Gerome

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Morgan (F)
Support information: Small portrait gerome fe13.png
Gerome
C:
4 pts.
B:
8 pts.
A:
13 pts.
S:
18 pts.

C Support

Morgan: Everyone's busy sparring. Or training. Or throwing fireballs around. This camp is boring as all get-out! Time to make my OWN fun!
Gerome: ... ...
Morgan: Oh, hey, Gerome. What's up? ...Er, do you always stand around like a statue and stare at people? Or am I just particularly enchanting?
Gerome: Not particularly, no. However, for someone without memory, you are unusually ...peppy.
Morgan: You think so? Hmm ... Well, it's better than being unusually glum, I guess! Besides, everything is fresh and new for me. I can't help but be excited!
Gerome: I suppose that makes sense.
Morgan: Hey, so what's up with the mask? Is it for effect or what? Oh, wait! Are you a mask collector? Do you wear a different one every day?
Gerome: It's complicated.
Morgan: No, calculus is complicated. ...That's a mask.
Gerome: And it's none of your concern!
Morgan: Huh? Hey, Gerome? ...Hullo? He just walked away! How rude!

B Support

Morgan: Hey, Gerome!
Gerome: What do you want?
Morgan: I've been thinking about it, and I've decided you'd be better off without the mask.
Gerome: You decided this, did you?
Morgan: Sure did! I mean, think about it! A mask is just a fake face, you know? And that means you're not being honest with yourself about who you truly are! Also, it's scaring the village kids. So there's that.
Gerome: ...I know your words, but what you are saying makes no sense at all. This mask stays.
Morgan: Gods, so stubborn! Come on, tell me why you're so attached to that thing. Did an old girlfriend give it to you or something?
Gerome: No.
Morgan: Or maybe ... Ah, so THAT'S it! Yeah, I'd want to wear a mask too, if that was the case.
Gerome: What are you talking about? What is this theory of yours?
Morgan: I think you're just really, really shy! I bet every time you look someone in the eye, you turn redder than a tomato!
Gerome: I-I do not! That's simply not true!
Morgan: Oh, it's okay. You don't have to be upset. I think it makes you even MORE charming!
Gerome: Are you listening to me?! I said it's not true!
Morgan: Then what IS the truth? ...Hmmmmmmmmm?
Gerome: None of your business!
Morgan: Ha ha! You're shy! You are SO shy! I bet really shy people hold their convention in your tent. That's how shy YOU are!
Gerome: For the last time, NO! Argh! I've had enough of this! I'm leaving!
Morgan: There's no point denying it! I know the truth now! But don't worry, your secret is safe with meeeeeee! ...Aaaand, he's gone.

A Support

Morgan: Ah-HAH!
Gerome: Gya! Wh-why are you leaping out of the bushes at me?!
Morgan: 'Cause I've got an extra-special present for you!
Gerome: ...Oh?
Morgan: Yep! Here, check it out! I made you a bunch of new masks!
Gerome: Er ...
Morgan: Clearly it's hard for you to ditch the mask completely, so I came up with this idea. This way you can pick different masks based on how you feel that day!
Gerome: I don't understand.
Morgan: I made a whole boatload of masks—one for every occasion and mood. Go on, don't be shy. Try one on!
Gerome: I told you, I'm not shy!
Morgan: This one is patterned like a butterfly, for when you're feeling extra jolly. And this one has little hearts all over it. It's more for when you feel happy.
Gerome: That's the same thing.
Morgan: Oh, there's a difference. My masks show even subtle changes in emotion! This is just the first batch, of course, so there are some moods you can't do. Rampant Greed isn't quite finished yet. And Morose is still in the design phase ... But think of the fun you'll have with all of these right here! ...So, anyway, go ahead and pick one.
Gerome: ... ...
Morgan: I'm waaaaaiting! ♪
Gerome: I cannot!
Morgan: H-hey! Don't run away! You forgot your masks! I spent forever on theeeeeeeese!
Gerome: I suppose she means well ... But I'll dance with the Risen before I wear one of those damnable masks!

S Support

Gerome: Morgan? Might I have a word?
Morgan: Maybe ... And maybe NOT!
Gerome: Er, are you angry at me?
Morgan: I went to a LOT of time and trouble to make those masks for you! And you just ran away! RAN! At top speed over hill and dale!
Gerome: I know you are upset, but I simply cannot wear your masks. Perhaps, however, it would offer some measure of apology if I removed this one?
Morgan: ...You'd do that?
Gerome: If you are so determined to know what I am feeling, this is the easiest way.
Morgan: I dunno. My masks are pretty great. I just finished Miffed last night ... Ah, what's it matter? You don't need my masks if you walk around all barefaced.
Gerome: This is not for everyone, Morgan. It is for you alone.
Morgan: SAAAAAAAAY!
Gerome: Well. Here I am. In the flesh, so to speak.
Morgan: Hubba hubba! Awoooooo-ga! Hee hee! I KNEW it! You're turning red as a boiled ham!
Gerome: Even my nose?!
Morgan: ESPECIALLY your nose! Why are you so embarrassed?
Gerome: I suppose it's because ... Well, I like you. Very much, in fact.
Morgan: Seriously? Because I suppose it's obvious, but I ...um ...like you, too.
Gerome: Er ...
Morgan: ...This IS embarrassing, isn't it?
Gerome: I see you're turning red as well.
Morgan: Er, I don't suppose I could maybe ...borrow your mask?
Gerome: Use your own! You have a whole bag of them right there!
Morgan: Oh, right. Here, you can have the butterfly one, because you're so jolly ... And I'll wear this one with the hearts, because I'm feeling so ...excited.
Gerome: I have to wear one?
Morgan: Look, this may be the only chance I get to use these. Don't screw it up!
Gerome: I hardly think it's so ... Oh, maybe just this once.
Morgan: So does wearing matching masks make us all official as a couple?
Gerome: Perhaps it does.

Gerome (as siblings)

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Morgan (F)
Support information: Small portrait gerome fe13.png
Gerome
C:
0 pts.
B:
? pts.
A:
? pts.
This support is only available if Gerome is Morgan (F)'s brother.

C Support

Morgan: Let's see here ... Birthday? May 5th ... Favorite colors? Blue and purple ... Favorite food? Probably bear meat ...
Gerome: What are you mumbling about over there, Morgan?
Morgan: Least favorite food? Veggies, apparently. Don't seem to mind them now, though ...
Gerome: Morgan!
Morgan: Oh! Gerome?! Guess I was pretty out of it to miss my own brother paying a visit! Did you need something?
Gerome: Just wondering what you were chanting over there ... You practicing some new magic incantations?
Morgan: Nope! Just going back over my notes on what you told me about myself. I was hoping they'd hold some clue that might help spark my memory. Heh. It's kind of crazy how much you know about me, huh? Like, I really once got five nosebleeds in the same day? I have no memory of that at all. AT ALL! Ha ha ha! I can just imagine ...
Gerome: You're still as cheerful, that's for sure. And as talkative as ever ...
Morgan: I am? I mean, I was?! Hmm, now that you mention it, that does sound ...right, somehow. ...Heh. Everything still feels funny. Even you being my brother hasn't really clicked.
Gerome: If you think it's strange for you, consider my position ... My sister starts talking to me like a stranger, asking questions about herself ... For a while there, I had no idea how to even interact with you.
Morgan: Heh, yeah ... Sorry about that. But that's just another reason why I'm working hard to get my memories back. Once I do, nobody will have to feel weird or awkward around me again. Pretty noble, huh? I'm such a sweet, selfless girl!
Gerome: ...And so humble, too. Anyway, I'm happy to try and help you get those memories back however I can. I'm looking forward to having someone to laugh with about old times—now included.
Morgan: Heh, right!

B Support

Gerome: Whew ... Another long day of combat ... Time to prepare Minerva for ... Is someone passed out over there? Wait, is that Morgan?!
Morgan: Nn ...nngh ...
Gerome: Morgan, are you all right?! What happened?
Morgan: ...Wha—?! Gerome! Wh-what am I doing here? Was I asleep?! I don't even remember feeling tired ... Oh, right! I was bashing that huge tome against my head when I blacked out. That explains why my face hurts so bad ...
Gerome: Why in the world would you do something like that?! ...Wait, were you trying to get your memories back?
Morgan: Well, yeah! Obviously. If you ever saw me bludgeoning myself just for fun, I hope you'd put a stop to it ...
Gerome: I'll stop you even if it's NOT just for fun! Look, I know you want your memories back, but please ... Don't do anything reckless.
Morgan: ...But I want to be able to talk with you about old times again.
Gerome: I know, Morgan, and I want that, too. But more than that, I want you safe. I may just be another stranger to you, but to me, you're family. In the future, with Mother and Father gone, it was just the two of us and Minerva. You're all I had, Morgan ... I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you.
Morgan: All right. I'm sorry, Gerome.
Gerome: Just as long as you understand.
Morgan: ...Heh, that felt really siblingy just now. Don't you think? Me messing up and you scolding me felt ... I don't know, it felt really plausible! Maybe if you keep it up, I'll remember something!
Gerome: You think so?
Morgan: Yeah! Oh yeah, this will totally work! So go on, keep yelling! C'mon, scream at your amnesiac sister, Gerome!
Gerome: ... ...
Morgan: Hey, why don't you use the tome, too? Come on, don't hold back. Really wallop me with that thing! Maybe the simultaneous physical and mental shock will jar some memories loose! It's gotta be twice as effective as either one by itself, right? That's just basic science.
Gerome: ...Good night, Morgan.

A Support

Gerome: I'm headed into town, Morgan. Care to come along?
Morgan: I'd love to! Is there something in particular you need?
Gerome: I might pick up a couple of things, yes. But mostly I think there's something YOU need.
Morgan: It doesn't have to do with getting my memories back, does it?
Gerome: The opposite, really. Perhaps there's no need to worry about your memories.
Morgan: That ...makes no sense.
Gerome: In truth, I find it a bit hard to swallow that you've forgotten me ... But perhaps it's better to build new memories than to worry about old ones.
Morgan: What do you mean?
Gerome: I've given this a lot of thought. Why you might have lost your memories, I mean. And I'm wondering if you didn't have some awful memory you couldn't bear to keep. I know I have so very many. People we couldn't save ... Lives needlessly wasted ...
Morgan: ... ... I'm sorry you have to bear those dreadful memories, Gerome ...
Gerome: It is only a theory, and even if true, I don't believe it's anything you did consciously. But I do think that getting your memories back might not be a good thing.
Morgan: Hmm ... I understand, and believe me, I appreciate the thought ... But I want to remember things, no matter how painful they are. Because I'm sure there'll be plenty of great memories mixed with the bad ones. And the truth, whatever it is ... I really want to have that back, you know?
Gerome: Well, if you're sure, then I am happy to help.
Morgan: That's really kind of you, Gerome, but do you truly realize what you're saying? I mean, it could be years before I remember anything. Or decades. Heck, there's a decent chance I may never get my memories back at all. I don't want to drag you into something that could last forever.
Gerome: I'm already stuck with you forever. I'm your brother. We're family—memories or no. You couldn't keep me away.
Morgan: Gerome, I ... *sniff* Thank you! I'll do everything I can!
Gerome: Then climb up on Minerva and come with me to town.
Morgan: Huh? But you said that doesn't have to do with getting my memories back.
Gerome: There's no rule that says you can't have a little fun while you try. And there's certainly no rule against making happy new memories, either. You're young yet. There will be plenty of time for worry later.
Morgan: Right ... You're right! Thanks, Brother!

Yarne

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Morgan (F)
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Yarne
C:
4 pts.
B:
8 pts.
A:
13 pts.
S:
18 pts.

C Support

Morgan: Bunny!
Yarne: Um, are you referring to me?
Morgan: Oh, look at those ears! So adorable! Goochie goochie goo!
Yarne: Gah! Quit pulling, you maniac! You'll yank them clean off!
Morgan: Aw, I'm just touching 'em.
Yarne: Ahhhh, it hurts! It hurts! It huuuuuuurts!
Morgan: Aww, even your little wince and your tiny tears of pain are adorable!
Yarne: Will you stop that?! Be gentle with the goods! I'm the last of my kind, so if you break something, that's it!
Morgan: Ooh, that's ...a really good point!
Yarne: ...It is? Well, that was easy.
Morgan: Well, sure! This is the only place in the whole world you can see a taguel wince! That majestic cringe must be preserved for posterity. ...I should have a portrait done.
Yarne: Don't even joke!
Morgan: Aw, no need to be shy. I'll make sure nothing's permanently damaged.
Yarne: I'm starting to think YOU'RE permanently damaged! I'm out of here! Oh, and stop calling me Bunny!
Morgan: Whaaat? Don't go! Hey, come back! Bad Bunny! Bad! Come baaack!

B Support

Morgan: Ah! There you are, Bunny!
Yarne: Ugh, are we doing this again, Morgan? You dropped it for a while, why start now?
Morgan: Let me feel up those fwuffy widdle ears ...
Yarne: G-get away from me! Are you just doing this to get a rise out of me?
Morgan: No! I'm acting as an ambassador from my race to yours! ...Now let me touch 'em. Give 'em to me! Gimme ... Argh!
Yarne: You are a terrible diplomat.
Morgan: Ooh! Do your ears have bones? Do they stand up? What do I sound like to you?
Yarne: An annoying buzz, mostly. Do you really not have anything better to do right now?
Morgan: I think documenting an endangered race is plenty important.
Yarne: Even if said endangered race doesn't want to be documented?
Morgan: Yup! Science demands it! ...Your ears are really long. I bet I could tie them in a bow.
Yarne: We are not finding out! And how is this any way to treat an endangered race? Or any race, for that matter?!
Morgan: If you ask me, it's your ears' fault for being so inviting! They're all soft and floppy and just lie there all droopy. Like you, on the battlefield.
Yarne: Just because you're smiling when you say it doesn't make it okay. ...And you ARE just doing this to get a rise out of me! I knew it!
Morgan: I'm just instinctively drawn to cute stuff. ...It's a girl thing.
Yarne: First it's for science, now it's because I'm cute? Your story keeps changing, Morgan. I think you just want an excuse, and you don't care what it is!
Morgan: Do you really want to know the truth?
Yarne: I ...thought I did. Now I'm not so sure.
Morgan: Seeing cute, defenseless things just brings out the sadist in me. I can't help myself!
Yarne: Yeesh, you're a real piece of work under all that cheer, you know that? So seriously, what will it take to get you to leave me alone?
Morgan: I think it's your job to figure that out. Consider it homework.
Yarne: What did I ever do to deserve this?

A Support

Morgan: Hey, Yarne!
Yarne: Urk ... Q-quick! Gotta hide!
Morgan: Why the eyes wide as dinner plates?
Yarne: Because you're always tugging on my ears and tormenting me?
Morgan: Ah ha ha, I wouldn't do anything like that anymore, silly!
Yarne: Uh, why not? I mean, I'm glad, but ... Hey, you called me by my name today. What happened to Bunny?
Morgan: You've been a changed man in the last few battles. It's only fun teasing you when you squirm and squeak and try to run away. There's no reason for any of that now.
Yarne: So all that torment was your way of encouraging me to be braver?
Morgan: Nah. Growing up, all girls know that boys overreact when they're teased. I figured it was worth trying, so I gave you a little push and watched what happened.
Yarne: You call that a little push?!
Morgan: Tee hee!
Yarne: Don't you "tee hee" me, you monster! ...But at least now it all makes sense.
Morgan: At least now it's boring, you mean! You took away all my fun when you stopped being such a scaredy-bunny!
Yarne: Did you want me to shape up, or didn't you?
Morgan: Eh, either way has its merits! Ooh, but anytime you decide you want to be teased some more, just run from battle. I'll chase you down!
Yarne: You ARE a monster!

S Support

Morgan: Hi, Yarne! How goes?
Yarne: You again? What do you want, Morgan?
Morgan: You're the talk of the camp lately. Everyone is impressed with how much you've grown.
Yarne: Yeah, well ... Thanks, I guess.
Morgan: Thanks for what?
Yarne: It was the fear that you'd cuddle me to death that "encouraged" me in combat. I guess I owe you one for taking my ears hostage. ...Which is weird.
Morgan: Huh. So, what, I don't get to play with you anymore?
Yarne: You're the one who said it was no fun to pick on me now. Hey, so I've got to ask ... In the end, were you trying to cheer me on, or were you really just torturing me for fun?
Morgan: Both, I suppose. But more than either of those, I just ... I just wanted to play with you. To ...touch you.
Yarne: ...What's that supposed to mean?
Morgan: Rrgh, are you really going to make me say it in so many words? I like you! Okay?!
Yarne: ...Oh. I guess that makes sense.
Morgan: So from here on, I hope we can have real fun together. Fun for both of us, I mean. No more teasing, I promise!
Yarne: Hmm, I suppose you did help me to become less of a coward. ...And I guess I like you, too. Don't ask me why.
Morgan: Really? Yay! Woo-hoo!
Yarne: Isn't that going a little overboard?
Morgan: Can I still call you Bunny?!
Yarne: No.
Morgan: Ooh, and can I play with your ears every now and again? Maybe give you an updo?
Yarne: NO.
Morgan: Aw, worst boyfriend ever! You're no fun at all ...
Yarne: You don't want a boyfriend. You want a rag doll you can abuse!
Morgan: Ah ha ha, I totally do! Good thing there's no rule that says you can't be both, Bunny!

Yarne (as siblings)

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Morgan (F)
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Yarne
C:
0 pts.
B:
? pts.
A:
? pts.
This support is only available if Yarne is Morgan (F)'s brother.

C Support

Morgan: Let's see here ... Birthday? May 5th ... Favorite colors? Blue and purple ... Favorite food? Probably bear meat ...
Yarne: What are you mumbling about over there, Morgan?
Morgan: Least favorite food? Veggies, apparently. Don't seem to mind them now, though ...
Yarne: Morgan!
Morgan: Oh! Yarne?! Guess I was pretty out of it to miss my own brother paying a visit! Did you need something?
Yarne: Just wondering what you were chanting over there ... You practicing some new magic incantations or something?
Morgan: Nope! Just going back over my notes on what you told me about myself. I was hoping they'd hold some clue that might help spark my memory. Heh. It's kind of crazy how much you know about me, huh? Like, I really once got five nosebleeds in the same day? I have no memory of that at all. AT ALL! Ha ha ha! I can just imagine ...
Yarne: Well, you're still as cheerful, that's for sure. And as talkative as ever ...
Morgan: I am? I mean, I was?! Hmm, now that you mention it, that does sound ...right, somehow. ...Heh. Everything still feels funny. Even you being my brother hasn't really clicked.
Yarne: If you think it's strange for you, imagine how I feel! My kid sister starts talking to me like a stranger, asking questions about herself ... I had no idea how to even interact with you. It was pretty rough, but I got used to it.
Morgan: Heh, yeah ... Sorry about that. But that's just another reason why I'm working hard to get my memories back. Once I do, nobody will have to feel weird or awkward around me again. Pretty noble, huh? I'm such a sweet, selfless girl!
Yarne: Heh, and so humble as well ... In any case, I'm happy to help you get those memories back however I can. Someday soon I bet we'll be able to laugh about all the old times—now included!
Morgan: Heh, right!

B Support

Yarne: The day's almost over and I'm still alive! But I still have to make it to my ...tent? Is someone passed out over there? Wait, is that Morgan?!
Morgan: Nn ...nngh ...
Yarne: Morgan! Morgan, are you all right?! What happened?!
Morgan: ...Wha—?! Yarne! Wh-what am I doing here? Was I asleep?! I don't even remember feeling tired ... Oh, right! I was bashing that huge tome against my head when I blacked out. That explains why my face hurts so bad ...
Yarne: Bashing your ... Morgan, why in the WORLD would you do that?! Wait, were you trying to get your memories back?
Morgan: Well, yeah! Obviously. If you ever saw me bludgeoning myself just for fun, I hope you'd put a stop to it ...
Yarne: I'll stop you even if it's NOT just for fun, you nitwit! Look, I know you want your memories back, but please ... Don't do anything reckless.
Morgan: ...But I want to be able to talk with you about old times again.
Yarne: I know, Morgan, and I want that, too. But more than that, I want you safe. I may just be another stranger to you, but to me, you're family. In the future, with Mother and Father gone, it was just the two of us. You're all I had, Morgan ... I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you. Besides, your taguel blood is precious! We need you to help keep the species alive!
Morgan: All right. I'm sorry, Yarne.
Yarne: As long as you understand ...
Morgan: ...Heh, that felt really siblingy just now. Don't you think? Me messing up and you scolding me felt ... I don't know, it felt really plausible! Maybe if you keep it up, I'll remember something!
Yarne: You ...really think so?
Morgan: Yeah! Oh yeah, this will totally work! So go on, keep yelling! C'mon, scream at your amnesiac sister, Yarne!
Yarne: I ... I'm not really comfortable with—
Morgan: Hey, why don't you use the tome, too? Come on, don't hold back. Really wallop me with that thing! Maybe the simultaneous physical and mental shock will jar some memories loose! It's gotta be twice as effective as either one by itself, right? That's just basic science.
Yarne: Good night, Morgan ...

A Support

Yarne: Hey, Morgan. I'm headed to the woods. Want to come along?
Morgan: I'd love to! Is there something in particular you need?
Yarne: I might pick up a couple of things, yeah. But mostly I think there's something YOU need.
Morgan: It doesn't have to do with getting my memories back, does it?
Yarne: The opposite, really. Maybe there's no need to worry about your memories.
Morgan: That ...makes no sense.
Yarne: I'll be honest—it does hurt to know you've forgotten me. But ...maybe it's better to build new memories than to worry about old ones.
Morgan: What do you mean?
Yarne: I've been thinking about this a lot. Why you might have lost your memories, I mean. And I'm wondering if you didn't have some awful memory you couldn't bear to keep. ...I know I've got a few. I see a lot of faces, you know? People we couldn't save ...
Morgan: ... ... I'm sorry you have to bear those dreadful memories, Yarne ...
Yarne: Look, this is just a theory, and even if it's true, it's not like you did it consciously. But I do think that getting your memories back might not necessarily be a good thing.
Morgan: Hmm ... I understand, and believe me, I appreciate the thought ... But I want to remember things, no matter how painful they are. Because I'm sure there'll be plenty of great memories mixed with the bad ones. And the truth, whatever it is ... I really want to have that back, you know?
Yarne: Well, if you're sure, then I'm happy to help.
Morgan: That's really kind of you, Yarne, but do you truly realize what you're saying? I mean, it could be years before I remember anything. Or decades. Heck, there's a decent chance I may never get my memories back at all. I don't want to drag you into something that could last forever.
Yarne: I'm already stuck with you forever, you goof. I'm your brother! We're family—memories or no. You couldn't keep me away.
Morgan: Yarne, I ... *sniff* Thank you! I'll do everything I can!
Yarne: Then start by coming with me to the woods!
Morgan: Huh? But you said that doesn't have to do with getting my memories back.
Yarne: Hey, there's no rule that says you can't have a little fun while you try. And there's certainly no rule against making some happy new memories, either. You're young! Live a little! There'll be plenty of time to worry later.
Morgan: Right ... You're right! Thanks, Brother!

Laurent

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Morgan (F)
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Laurent
C:
4 pts.
B:
8 pts.
A:
13 pts.
S:
18 pts.

C Support

Morgan: Heh heh. Sorry, Laurent.
Laurent: I'm still just flabbergasted! What made you think it would be fun to build a tower of stacked tomes? You nearly crushed your father when they came crashing down!
Morgan: Hey, I said I was sorry. And besides, it was super fun stacking them up. You should try it sometime!
Laurent: I'll pass, thank you.
Morgan: Aww, come on. Live a little!
Laurent: No. Honestly, must you always be like this? Do you think it appropriate to flit about all day playing games and making trouble? We fight for the fate of the world, Morgan. You would do well to remember that.
Morgan: No, I remember. And I'm totally serious! Here, look into my eyes ... See that? See it? These are the eyes of a totally serious woman.
Laurent: ... ...
Morgan: These are the eyes of someone fighting to save the world from ruin. These are ...SERIOUS EYES! Rrrrrrr! Not ...gonna ...blink ...
Laurent: The only thing serious is your commitment to chicanery! You ought to learn from your father's example.
Morgan: If I did, would you play a round of tome stackers with me?
Laurent: I have quite enough nonsense in my life already. Good day!
Morgan: H-hey, wait! Laurent! Don't be like that!

B Support

Laurent: Morgan will drive me to madness or an early grave. Of this there's little doubt. We are in the throes of a battle for human survival, and she wants to play games! Does the woman honestly not grasp the severity of our plight?
Morgan: Five hundred ...tweeeeenty ...THREE!
Laurent: Hmm? What's this, then?
Morgan: Five hundred ...tweeeeenty ...FOUR!
Laurent: Morgan?
Morgan: Phew! ...Oh! Hi, Laurent! What brings you out here?
Laurent: I was simply passing by and ... What are you doing?
Morgan: Sit-ups, silly! Isn't it obvious? Even as a future tactician of legend, I need to hold my own on the battlefield!
Laurent: And you always do five hundred repetitions?
Morgan: Six hundred, actually. But who's counting? A well-toned body is a wellspring of confidence in the heat of battle! With abs like these, victory is ab-solutely assured! Who needs memories when your stomach is a tempered twelve-pack of solid steel? ...And so on. Anyway, I don't get playtime until I've done my daily training regimen.
Laurent: ...It seems I haven't been giving you due credit.
Morgan: Credit for what?
Laurent: Your diligence. This shows an admirable commitment to winning this war. I fear I may have been a fool telling you to take a lesson from your father. I could stand to model myself after you!
Morgan: Aw, it's fine! Water under the bridge. Although ... If you really wanted to make it up to me, you'd play a round of tome stackers!
Laurent: ...I see I was hasty in commending you. Absolutely not.
Morgan: ...Next time, then?
Laurent: ABSOLUTELY NOT!

A Support

Laurent: *Sigh* It's anyone's guess which is the real her. Hmm ...
Morgan: Everything all right, Laurent? You've been staring off into space and mumbling.
Laurent: Oh, er ... Salutations.
Morgan: Something on your mind? If anything's troubling you, I'm happy to lend an ear. We can talk it over while stacking up some big ol' tomes!
Laurent: Any troubles I have now are a direct result of you.
Morgan: What? How do you mean?
Laurent: I am ill-equipped to figure you out. One Morgan is a grinning fool, always thinking up bizarre games and pranks. But the other is a commendably diligent warrior, rigorous and eager in her training! Which is the truth, though? Which is the real Morgan?!
Morgan: Oh. Is that what's bothering you, you big dummy?
Laurent: YOU would accuse ME of lacking in intelligence?!
Morgan: Ah ha ha, sorry! No, I didn't mean that. I just meant you're overthinking it. They're both the real me!
Laurent: Both? What manner of trickery is this?
Morgan: Look, it's true that I want to have fun and I like fooling around. But I also want to be a great tactician like my father, and I'll work to make it happen. There's no rule that says I can't be both! ...Er, there isn't, right?
Laurent: Well no, I suppose not ... I'd simply like to know for certain whether you're a serious person or a reprobate.
Morgan: Hmm ... Prrrobably serious? ...Ish?
Laurent: When you can't even offer a serious answer to the question, I have my doubts.
Morgan: Aw, don't be such a sourpuss! Can't a girl tease her friend a little?
Laurent: I had not thought of us in those terms before. We are more brother-and-sister-in-arms, our bond forged in the heat of battle!
Morgan: Nice! That sounds way more poetic than saying we're just chums! ... ... Now what do you say we deepen that bond with a brisk game of tome stackers?!
Laurent: No.
Morgan: Awww, come ON!

S Support

Morgan: Laurent, can I talk to you?
Laurent: You never seemed to require my permission before.
Morgan: Yeah, but I've never told you I'm in love with you before. So I thought—
Laurent: Pardon me?!
Morgan: Well, yeah! I want us to be together forever, Laurent.
Laurent: Is this some new game of yours? Some mad new jape? I refuse to be a party to this foolishness!
Morgan: What? No! I'm serious!
Laurent: Are you ...?
Morgan: Laurent! I may like to play around, but I would never joke about stuff like this! Remember before when you described us as brother-and-sister-in-arms? Well, I thought about it, and it ended up totally bumming me out. I don't want to just be your sister!
Laurent: Morgan ... I ...
Morgan: Anyway, I ... I just had to tell you, is all. But I know it's pretty stupid. I mean, you'd never be interested in a silly girl like me, right?
Laurent: ... ... In truth, I would be thrilled.
Morgan: Say wha—?!
Laurent: ...But I fear I'm not ready after my show of self-important buffoonery in censuring you. I have too much maturing to do before I can entertain a romantic liaison.
Morgan: You've got it backward! Love makes a person grow! It makes you stronger! Come on, Laurent. Why do you think I started that crazy training regimen? Gah, I can't believe I'm telling you this ...
Laurent: So when I saw you honing your body, that was for my sake?
Morgan: ...Yes. I thought if I toughened up, you'd be proud of me and see that I really was serious. Before that, I wasn't putting half as much into training as I do now.
Laurent: ...I see. It's true that your efforts of late have been positively astounding. If that is the result of amorous intent, then perhaps I needn't bridle my feelings either.
Morgan: Okay, so ...translation, please?
Laurent: I'm quite smitten with you as well.
Morgan: Oh, Laurent! You really mean that?
Laurent: Absolutely.
Morgan: Yay! This is going to be the best! We'll push each other to improve until we've saved the world, the future, and everyone!
Laurent: If being with you grants me even half of that energy and blind confidence, I'll be happy. ...But I hereby forbid all future mention of tome stackers!
Morgan: Oh? But why?
Laurent: When I looked through the collapsed pile, I saw manuscripts of mine and my mother's! It makes me half-mad with worry to think I might have lost all that knowledge!
Morgan: *Sigh* Well, I suppose I could always start stacking your alchemy flasks instead ...

Laurent (as siblings)

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Morgan (F)
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Laurent
C:
0 pts.
B:
? pts.
A:
? pts.
This support is only available if Laurent is Morgan (F)'s brother.

C Support

Morgan: Let's see here ... Birthday? May 5th ... Favorite colors? Blue and purple ... Favorite food? Probably bear meat ...
Laurent: What are you going on about over there, Morgan?
Morgan: Least favorite food? Veggies, apparently. Don't seem to mind them now, though ...
Laurent: Morgan!
Morgan: Oh! Laurent?! Guess I was pretty out of it to miss my own brother paying a visit! Did you need something?
Laurent: I was simply curious as to the reason behind your frantic muttering. Were you perhaps practicing some new magical incantations?
Morgan: Nope! Just going back over my notes on what you told me about myself. I was hoping they'd hold some clue that might help spark my memory. Heh. It's kind of crazy how much you know about me, huh? Like, I really once got five nosebleeds in the same day? I have no memory of that at all. AT ALL! Ha ha ha! I can just imagine ...
Laurent: Ah, yes. Well, you're still as jocular and garrulous as ever ...
Morgan: I am? I mean, I was?! Hmm, now that you mention it, that does sound ...right, somehow. ...Heh. Everything still feels funny. Even you being my brother hasn't really clicked.
Laurent: If you think the experience odd for you, imagine how I perceive it ... My sibling starts speaking to me as if I were a stranger, asking peculiar questions ... In truth, I was somewhat perplexed as to how to even interact with you.
Morgan: Heh, yeah ... Sorry about that. But that's just another reason why I'm working hard to get my memories back. Once I do, nobody will have to feel weird or awkward around me again. Pretty noble, huh? I'm such a sweet, selfless girl!
Laurent: Indeed. And oh so humble ... In any case, I'm happy to try and help you retrieve your memories however I can. It would be most satisfying to one day laugh together about old times—now included!
Morgan: Heh, right!

B Support

Laurent: Whew ... That was a fierce battle today. Perhaps I shall retire a bit ear ...ly? Hmm? Is someone unconscious over there? Wait, is that Morgan?!
Morgan: Nn ...nngh ...
Laurent: Morgan! Morgan, are you all right?! What happened?!
Morgan: ...Wha—?! Laurent! Wh-what am I doing here? Was I asleep?! I don't even remember feeling tired ... Oh, right! I was bashing that huge tome against my head when I blacked out. That explains why my face hurts so bad ...
Laurent: For the love of all that's holy, why in the WORLD would you do that?! I postulate this was a misguided attempt to try and get your memories back?
Morgan: Well, yeah! Obviously. If you ever saw me bludgeoning myself just for fun, I hope you'd put a stop to it ...
Laurent: I would have stopped you regardless of the reason, Morgan! I know you long to have your memories back, but you cannot place yourself at risk!
Morgan: ...But I want to be able to talk with you about old times again.
Laurent: I know, and I desire that as well. But more than that, I want you safe. I may just be another stranger to you, but to me, you are family. In the future, with Mother and Father gone, it was just the two of us. You're all I had, Morgan ... I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you.
Morgan: All right. I'm sorry, Laurent.
Laurent: Just as long as you understand.
Morgan: ...Heh, that felt really siblingy just now. Don't you think? Me messing up and you scolding me felt ... I don't know, it felt really plausible! Maybe if you keep it up, I'll remember something!
Laurent: An intriguing theory, but you fail to take into account—
Morgan: Yeah! Oh yeah, this will totally work! So go on, keep yelling! C'mon, scream at your amnesiac sister, Laurent!
Laurent: Er, the causation for such a—
Morgan: Hey, why don't you use the tome, too? Come on, don't hold back. Really wallop me with that thing! Maybe the simultaneous physical and mental shock will jar some memories loose! It's gotta be twice as effective as either one by itself, right? That's just basic science.
Laurent: Now see here! There is no rational basis for any of this!

A Support

Laurent: I'm headed into town, Morgan. Perhaps you would care to join me?
Morgan: I'd love to! Is there something in particular you need?
Laurent: I might pick up a couple of items, yes. But mostly I believe there is something YOU need.
Morgan: It doesn't have to do with getting my memories back, does it?
Laurent: The opposite, really. Perhaps there is no need to concern yourself with recovering your memories.
Morgan: That ...makes no sense.
Laurent: In truth, the fact that you have forgotten me has been rather harrowing. But ...perhaps it would be better to build new memories than to worry about old ones.
Morgan: What do you mean?
Laurent: I have formulated a hypothesis about your present condition. Your amnesia, that is. I wonder if perhaps you didn't have some awful memory you couldn't bear to keep. ...I know I have quite a few myself. I often see the faces of fallen comrades ... Innocents we were unable to save ...
Morgan: ... ... I'm sorry you have to bear those dreadful memories, Laurent ...
Laurent: Granted, it's just a hypothesis. Even if it were true, it's not like you could have consciously suppressed your memories. But I do believe that retrieving those lost memories might cause unforeseen harm ...
Morgan: Hmm ... I understand, and believe me, I appreciate the thought ... But I want to remember things, no matter how painful they are. Because I'm sure there'll be plenty of great memories mixed with the bad ones. And the truth, whatever it is ... I really want to have that back, you know?
Laurent: Well, if you are certain, then I'm happy to help.
Morgan: That's really kind of you, Laurent, but do you truly realize what you're saying? I mean, it could be years before I remember anything. Or decades. Heck, there's a decent chance I may never get my memories back at all. I don't want to drag you into something that could last forever.
Laurent: As your brother, I am already sworn to you forever. We are family—memories or no. You couldn't keep me away.
Morgan: Laurent, I ... *sniff* Thank you! I'll do everything I can!
Laurent: Then start by accompanying me into town.
Morgan: Huh? But you said that doesn't have to do with getting my memories back.
Laurent: I am unaware of any rule that states you can't enjoy a little fun while you try. And there's certainly no rule against making some happy new memories, either. You are young and full of promise! There will be ample time for worry later.
Morgan: Right ... You're right! Thanks, Brother!

Noire

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Morgan (F)
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Noire
C:
3 pts.
B:
8 pts.
A:
15 pts.

C Support

Noire: Heh heh heh ha ha ha ha ...
Morgan: Hm? What was that?
Noire: MWAAAH HA HA HA HA HA!
Morgan: D-don't tell me ...
Noire: A POX ON THESE ENDLESS MARCHES! May camping outdoors burn in perdition! The blood and the thunder demand a bed with pillows of softest down! SOFTEST DOWN, DAMN YOU!
Morgan: Er ... Are you all right, Noire?
Noire: Ack! M-Morgan?! I ... Oh, dear.
Morgan: Um, look. I know we've been on the road for a while since the last town, but ... Well, I didn't know it was bothering you this much. I'm right there with you, though. A nice, fluffy bed sounds amazing right now.
Noire: N-no, I ... I'm all right, Morgan. I was just ... Whenever I feel stressed and frustrated, I let it out like that. Shouting out loud helps relieve the pressure, you know? I do this fairly often, actually ...
Morgan: Fairly often?!
Noire: Well, it's better to let it all out than have it build up inside me, right?
Morgan: So, wait. You're really this stressed over not being able to sleep in a bed?
Noire: Um, yes and no. That was mostly just the first thing that came to mind. It's never that simple, though. Stress is a sum of all the little things in life.
Morgan: Yeah, I suppose it is. Anyway, I'm sorry you feel so frustrated.
Noire: No, it's all right. I'm sorry to have startled you, Morgan. I'll be going now.
Morgan: She always seemed so quiet and gentle ...

B Support

Noire: Heh heh heh ha ha ha ha ...
Morgan: Oh, geez ... Not again.
Noire: MWAH HA HA HA HA HA!
Morgan: Noire?!
Noire: MY TANGLED HAIR DEMANDS JUSTICE! My skin is as dry as the wastes of our forsaken future! This bleak and desiccated life of scavenging meals and endless night marches must end! END, DAMN YOU!
Morgan: A-are you sure you're all right? Should I get a healer? Or, um, a psychiatrist?
Noire: Ack! M-Morgan?! Um, hi. I'm afraid you've ...caught me again. I don't, uh ... I mean, this isn't ... This is all so embarrassing.
Morgan: Is everything okay? Did something happen?
Noire: Honestly, even I don't really know why I'm feeling so pent up of late.
Morgan: Well, I hope you can find the source soon. It must be awful! And it, uh ... It sounds like you're getting louder every time. To be honest, I'm a little worried about where this may go ...
Noire: I know. I'm kinda worried, too.
Morgan: Well, no sense stressing over your stress levels! Get some rest and you'll feel better. Take it from me, the best thing to do in situations like this is forget your troubles! Just slap on a big grin and tell yourself everything's coming up Noire!
Noire: So ...I should act like you?
Morgan: Hey, not to brag, but you could do a lot worse than follow my lead on this one. Give it a try, and see where it gets you!
Noire: Heh, I may just do that. Thank you, Morgan.
Morgan: My pleasure! And if there's ever anything on your mind, I'm always happy to listen. Honestly, I'm feeling pretty lucky after spotting one of your screaming sessions. Maybe some of that good fortune will rub off on you, too!
Noire: You make it sound like finding me screaming is like finding a four-leaf clover.
Morgan: What? Not at all! That would be rude. ...It's more like seeing a shooting star.
Noire: Oh, well that's ... Wait, how is that different?

A Support

Noire: Dum tee dum doo ... Tra la la tee da ...
Morgan: Heya, Noire.
Noire: M-Morgan! You've caught me in the act yet again.
Morgan: Yeah, but it's the act of humming! And you look so ...cheery?
Noire: Do I? Oh, that's a relief! A while back, I finally pinpointed the source of my frustrations ...
Morgan: Really? Congratulations! That's great!
Noire: Yes, right. See, because it's not exactly an easy problem to fix ... The chief source of my stress is my own tendency to suddenly snap.
Morgan: Wait, what?
Noire: Well, I'd get angry, then feel ashamed of my outburst. Then that creates stress and ... Well, I just end up in a big shame spiral.
Morgan: So getting stressed was getting you ...stressed? Yeah, that does sound like a tricky problem.
Noire: It's hopeless unless I find some way to break this vicious cycle ...
Morgan: Then wait, how come you were so happy a second ago?
Noire: Well, I figured that if my getting angry was the problem, I needed to be happy instead. Even if it meant just clearing my head of thought and enjoying a little mindless break. So I, um ...
Morgan: Yes?
Noire: I tried to do my best to emulate you. No one rivals you for mindless happiness. ...And I mean that in the nicest possible way. So I hoped that even just going through the motions might brighten me up a bit.
Morgan: Huh. Well, I'll be.
Noire: B-but please don't get the wrong idea! I know you must have your own troubles. I don't mean to dismiss them at all.
Morgan: Aw, don't worry about that! If it helps you, I think it's a great idea! Besides, I don't actually have any troubles, so don't worry in the least.
Noire: Yes, and I'm very sor— Wait, you don't?
Morgan: Yup! No worries here! Emulate away. Heck, I'll even teach you! Tips and Tricks to Mindless Bliss: A Seminar by Morgan!
Noire: Are there really ... Do you actually HAVE tips and tricks?
Morgan: Well, sure! Step one: Always wake up early to give yourself time to say hi to the songbirds.
Noire: W-wait, I should be writing these down! Oh, Morgan, will you train me in the ways of airheaded joy?
Morgan: You bet! We'll start with the easy stuff. Prepare for some intense nap lessons!
Noire: Er ... How does one train at napping? To say nothing of doing it "intensely."
Morgan: You don't even KNOW! It takes constant focus to cease all conscious thought! But don't worry—I'll have you spacing with the best of them in no time!
Noire: R-right!

Noire (as siblings)

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Morgan (F)
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Noire
C:
0 pts.
B:
? pts.
A:
? pts.
This support is only available if Noire is Morgan (F)'s sister.

C Support

Morgan: Let's see here ... Birthday? May 5th ... Favorite colors? Blue and purple ... Favorite food? Probably bear meat ...
Noire: What are you mumbling about over there, Morgan?
Morgan: Least favorite food? Veggies, apparently. Don't seem to mind them now, though ...
Noire: Morgan!
Morgan: Oh! Noire?! Guess I was pretty out of it to miss my own sister paying a visit! Did you need something?
Noire: J-just wondering what you were chanting over there ... Whenever I hear something like that, it usually involves a curse ...
Morgan: Nope! Just going back over my notes on what you told me about myself. I was hoping they'd hold some clue that might help spark my memory. Heh. It's kind of crazy how much you know about me, huh? Like, I really once got five nosebleeds in the same day? I have no memory of that at all. AT ALL! Ha ha ha! I can just imagine ...
Noire: Well, you're still as cheerful, that's for sure. And as talkative as ever ...
Morgan: I am? I mean, I was?! Hmm, now that you mention it, that does sound ...right, somehow. ...Heh. Everything still feels funny. Even you being my sister hasn't really clicked.
Noire: If you think it's strange for you, imagine how I feel ... My kid sister starts talking to me like a stranger, asking questions about herself ... I had no idea how to even interact with you. It was pretty rough, but I got used to it.
Morgan: Heh, yeah ... Sorry about that. But that's just another reason why I'm working hard to get my memories back. Once I do, nobody will have to feel weird or awkward around me again. Pretty noble, huh? I'm such a sweet, selfless girl!
Noire: Heh, and so humble as well ... In any case, I'm happy to help you get those memories back however I can. Someday soon I bet we'll be able to laugh about all the old times—now included!
Morgan: Heh, right!

B Support

Noire: Whew! Managed to survive another day ... I think I'll hit the hay a bit ear ...ly? Is someone passed out over there? Wait, is that Morgan?!
Morgan: Nn ...nngh ...
Noire: Morgan! Morgan, are you all right?! What happened?!
Morgan: ...Wha—?! Noire! Wh-what am I doing here? Was I asleep?! I don't even remember feeling tired ... Oh, right! I was bashing that huge tome against my head when I blacked out. That explains why my face hurts so bad ...
Noire: Bashing your ... Morgan, why in the WORLD would you do that?! Wait, were you trying to get your memories back?
Morgan: Well, yeah! Obviously. If you ever saw me bludgeoning myself just for fun, I hope you'd put a stop to it ...
Noire: I'll stop you even if it's NOT just for fun! Look, I know you want your memories back, but please ... Don't do anything reckless.
Morgan: ...But I want to be able to talk with you about old times again.
Noire: I know, Morgan, and I want that, too. But more than that, I want you safe. I may just be another stranger to you, but to me, you're family. In the future, with Mother and Father gone, it was just the two of us. You're all I had, Morgan ... I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you.
Morgan: All right. I'm sorry, Noire.
Noire: Just as long as you understand.
Morgan: ...Heh, that felt really siblingy just now. Don't you think? Me messing up and you scolding me felt ... I don't know, it felt really plausible! Maybe if you keep it up, I'll remember something!
Noire: You ...really think so?
Morgan: Yeah! Oh yeah, this will totally work! So go on, keep yelling! C'mon, scream at your amnesiac sister, Noire!
Noire: Um, I'm not really comfortable with—
Morgan: Hey, why don't you use the tome, too? Come on, don't hold back. Really wallop me with that thing! Maybe the simultaneous physical and mental shock will jar some memories loose! It's gotta be twice as effective as either one by itself, right? That's just basic science.
Noire: I am NOT doing that!

A Support

Noire: Hey, Morgan. I'm headed into town. Want to come along?
Morgan: I'd love to! Is there something in particular you need?
Noire: I might pick up a couple of things, yes. But mostly I think there's something YOU need.
Morgan: It doesn't have to do with getting my memories back, does it?
Noire: The opposite, really. Maybe there's no need to worry about your memories.
Morgan: That ...makes no sense.
Noire: I'll be honest—it does hurt to know you've forgotten me. But ...maybe it's better to build new memories than to worry about old ones.
Morgan: What do you mean?
Noire: I've been thinking about this a lot. Why you might have lost your memories, I mean. And I'm wondering if you didn't have some awful memory you couldn't bear to keep. ...I know I've got a few. I see a lot of faces, you know? People we couldn't save ...
Morgan: ... ... I'm sorry you have to bear those dreadful memories, Noire ...
Noire: Look, this is just a theory, and even if it's true, it's not like you did it consciously. But I do think that getting your memories back might not necessarily be a good thing.
Morgan: Hmm ... I understand, and believe me, I appreciate the thought ... But I want to remember things, no matter how painful they are. Because I'm sure there'll be plenty of great memories mixed with the bad ones. And the truth, whatever it is ... I really want to have that back, you know?
Noire: Well, if you're sure, then I'm happy to help.
Morgan: That's really kind of you, Noire, but do you truly realize what you're saying? I mean, it could be years before I remember anything. Or decades. Heck, there's a decent chance I may never get my memories back at all. I don't want to drag you into something that could last forever.
Noire: BLOOD AND THUNDER! WE ARE KIN, FOOL! TWO SOULS CONNECTED BY BIRTH AND BLOOD! NEVER AGAIN IMPLY THAT I MIGHT BE SO SHAMELESS AS TO ABANDON YOU!
Morgan: Eek! I'm sorry, Noire! Really! P-please, let me make it up to you!
Noire: ...V-very well. You can start by coming with me into town.
Morgan: Huh? But you said that doesn't have to do with getting my memories back.
Noire: Hey, there's no rule that says you can't have a little fun while you try. And there's certainly no rule against making some happy new memories, either. You're young! Live a little! There'll be plenty of time to worry later.
Morgan: Right ... You're right! Thanks, Sis!

Noire (as parent and child)

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Morgan (F)
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Noire
C:
0 pts.
B:
? pts.
A:
? pts.
This support is only available if Noire is Morgan (F)'s mother.

C Support

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

B Support

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

A Support

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

Nah

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Morgan (F)
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Nah
C:
3 pts.
B:
8 pts.
A:
15 pts.

C Support

Nah: Hah! ...Yah! ...Shah! ...Hrah!
Morgan: Um ...are you all right, Nah? You've been clapping your hands over your head for a while now.
Nah: Oh! Morgan, I was ... I was hoping no one would see me. I'm training in secret to overcome my one critical weakness.
Morgan: You have a weakness? Seriously? But, um, you're a dragon. How can you have a weakness?
Nah: Unfortunately, there is a rare subset of weapons that are a bane to my kind ... Wyrmslayers.
Morgan: Oh, right! The swords said to cleave even the mighty scales of a manakete.
Nah: Correct. So to defend against it, I'm training in the art of blade grasping.
Morgan: Blade what-ing?
Nah: Grasping. It's a foreign technique used by the greatest of swordmasters. You stop the opponent's sword midswing by clasping it between your open palms.
Morgan: That seems really ...hard. Like impossible hard. Still, I guess it would be a pretty good way to stop a Wyrmslayer, if you could.
Nah: Yes, I know. But I'm having a difficult time figuring it out. Maybe I just don't have what it takes ...
Morgan: No, Nah! It's way too early to give up on something so completely awesome! In fact, I'm gonna help you train!
Nah: Huh? Really?
Morgan: I don't know much about swordplay, but two heads are better than one, right? Just let me know what I can do!
Nah: Thanks, Morgan! That's very generous of you. Okay, then. Why don't you attack me, and I'll try to catch your strike.
Morgan: All right, got it! We'll start with a bare-handed chop. Ready? ...Yah!
Nah: Ow! That hurt!
Morgan: Aah! Sorry! I'm sorry, Nah!
Nah: If I can't even stop that, it's going to be a long time before I'm stopping swords ...
Morgan: You'll get it. I'm sure of it! Just take it one step at a time. Together, we'll be unstoppable!
Nah: Aw, thanks, Morgan!

B Support

Morgan: Hyah!
Nah: Hah! Caught it!
Morgan: I'd say you're about ready to graduate from standard chops. That's ten in a row!
Nah: Yay!
Morgan: How about this? ...Yah!
Nah: Hah! ...Muh?! Wait, what happened? Did I miss? ...Gah!
Morgan: Oops! You all right? That one kinda snuck past, huh?
Nah: No fair, Morgan. You swung a second AFTER shouting!
Morgan: Well, there's no guarantee that your enemy will always play fair, is there?
Nah: Urk ... No, I suppose not.
Morgan: ... ... SNEAK ATTACK!
Nah: Wha—Yah! ...H-hey! I caught it!
Morgan: Whoa! That was amazing! You're getting really good at this!
Nah: And you're getting really sneaky!
Morgan: But you still caught it! You've got the reflexes of a master, Nah!
Nah: Although my head's still pounding from all the beatings it took to get there ...
Morgan: Still, I'd say you've cleared this stage. Next, let's work on switching things up like I did just now.
Nah: It's tough to judge the other person's timing with no clear warning.
Morgan: But in real combat situations, you'll need to make those judgments on the fly. Why don't we up the stakes a bit and have me start swinging a heavy tome!
Nah: Eep ... That sounds a lot more painful than a bare-handed chop.
Morgan: That's the point! It'll be a good incentive.
Nah: Also, is it okay to be smacking me in the face with a magical tome?
Morgan: This is serious training! ...The tomes will understand.
Nah: ...Erm, all right. Go for it, then!
Morgan: Here comes!
Nah: Ready!

A Support

Morgan: Yaaah!
Nah: Hah! ...Caught it!
Morgan: Wow, that was perfect! You could stop a tome in your sleep by now, Nah! Congratulations!
Nah: Come at me anytime, anywhere!
Morgan: Anywhere? Hmm ... Then let's change things up again with ... THIS!
Nah: Hnngh! OW, Morgan! Why did you throw the book at my gut?!
Morgan: It's a legitimate combat scenario! You need to be ready for arrows and other flying junk, too.
Nah: Morgan, it's called BLADE grasping! You're missing the point! Besides, I'm only worried about a Wyrmslayer here. Nobody's crazy enough to take a sword that rare and just chuck it at someone!
Morgan: Ah, right. Sorry. I guess I lost track of what we were doing here for a sec. ...Actually, wait a second. Nah, I'm just realizing this now, but ...
Nah: Hmm?
Morgan: When you're in your dragon form ...you have those short little arms, right? Can they even reach over your head?
Nah: What?! They ... I ...
Morgan: ...They're short, aren't they? ...By about four feet.
Nah: ...If not more. Wow, that's depressing. All those bumps on the noggin for nothing ...
Morgan: Aww, don't get so down. We'll just find another way! As long as we keep looking, we'll find a way to keep you safe from a Wyrmslayer!
Nah: ...Right. You're right. I'll keep thinking. Thank you, Morgan. It's great having a friend who's always so optimistic.
Morgan: Ha! That's about my only virtue, but thanks! So buck up, little camper! We'll beat this thing yet!
Nah: Right! Thanks, Morgan!

Nah (as siblings)

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Morgan (F)
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Nah
C:
0 pts.
B:
? pts.
A:
? pts.
This support is only available if Nah is Morgan (F)'s sister.

C Support

Morgan: Let's see here ... Birthday? May 5th ... Favorite colors? Blue and purple ... Favorite food? Probably bear meat ...
Nah: What are you mumbling about over there, Morgan?
Morgan: Least favorite food? Veggies, apparently. Don't seem to mind them now, though ...
Nah: Hey! Don't ignore me!
Morgan: Oh! Nah?! Guess I was pretty out of it to miss my own sister paying a visit! Did you need something?
Nah: Just wondering what you were chanting over there ... Are you practicing some new magic incantations or something?
Morgan: Nope! Just going back over my notes on what you told me about myself. I was hoping they'd hold some clue that might help spark my memory. Heh. It's kind of crazy how much you know about me, huh? Like, I really once got five nosebleeds in the same day? I have no memory of that at all. AT ALL! Ha ha ha! I can just imagine ...
Nah: Well, you're still as cheerful, that's for sure. And as talkative as ever ...
Morgan: I am? I mean, I was?! Hmm, now that you mention it, that does sound ...right, somehow. ...Heh. Everything still feels funny. Even you being my sister hasn't really clicked.
Nah: If you think it's strange for you, imagine how I feel ... My kid sister starts talking to me like a stranger, asking questions about herself ... I had no idea how to even interact with you. It was pretty rough, but I got used to it.
Morgan: Heh, yeah ... Sorry about that. But that's just another reason why I'm working hard to get my memories back. Once I do, nobody will have to feel weird or awkward around me again. Pretty noble, huh? I'm such a sweet, selfless girl!
Nah: Heh, and so humble as well ... In any case, I'm happy to help you get those memories back however I can. Someday soon I bet we'll be able to laugh about all the old times—now included!
Morgan: Heh, right!

B Support

Nah: Whew! Another long day of combat ... I'm bushed. Think I'll hit the hay ear ...ly? Is someone passed out over there? Wait, is that Morgan?!
Morgan: Nn ...nngh ...
Nah: Morgan! Morgan, are you all right?! What happened?!
Morgan: ...Wha—?! Nah! Wh-what am I doing here? Was I asleep?! I don't even remember feeling tired ... Oh, right! I was bashing that huge tome against my head when I blacked out. That explains why my face hurts so bad ...
Nah: Bashing your ... Morgan, why in the WORLD would you do that?! Wait, were you trying to get your memories back?
Morgan: Well, yeah! Obviously. If you ever saw me bludgeoning myself just for fun, I hope you'd put a stop to it ...
Nah: I'll stop you even if it's NOT just for fun, you nitwit! Look, I know you want your memories back, but please ... Don't do anything reckless.
Morgan: ...But I want to be able to talk with you about old times again.
Nah: I know, Morgan, and I want that, too. But more than that, I want you safe. I may just be another stranger to you, but to me, you're family. In the future, with Mother and Father gone, it was just the two of us. You're all I had, Morgan ... I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you.
Morgan: All right. I'm sorry, Nah.
Nah: Just as long as you understand.
Morgan: ...Heh, that felt really siblingy just now. Don't you think? Me messing up and you scolding me felt ... I don't know, it felt really plausible! Maybe if you keep it up, I'll remember something!
Nah: You ...really think so?
Morgan: Yeah! Oh yeah, this will totally work! So go on, keep yelling! C'mon, scream at your amnesiac sister, Nah!
Nah: I ... I'm not really comfortable with—
Morgan: Hey, why don't you use the tome, too? Come on, don't hold back. Really wallop me with that thing! Maybe the simultaneous physical and mental shock will jar some memories loose! It's gotta be twice as effective as either one by itself, right? That's just basic science.
Nah: Good night, Morgan ...

A Support

Nah: Hey, Morgan. I'm headed into town. Want to come along?
Morgan: I'd love to! Is there something in particular you need?
Nah: I might pick up a couple of things, yeah. But mostly I think there's something YOU need.
Morgan: It doesn't have to do with getting my memories back, does it?
Nah: The opposite, really. Maybe there's no need to worry about your memories.
Morgan: That ...makes no sense.
Nah: I'll be honest—it does hurt to know you've forgotten me. But ...maybe it would be better to build new memories than to worry about old ones.
Morgan: What do you mean?
Nah: I've been thinking about this a lot. Why you might have lost your memories, I mean. And I'm wondering if you didn't have some awful memory you couldn't bear to keep. ...I know I've got a few. I see a lot of faces, you know? People we couldn't save ...
Morgan: ... ... I'm sorry you have to bear those dreadful memories, Nah ...
Nah: Look, this is just a theory, and even if it's true, it's not like you did it consciously. But I do think that getting your memories back might not necessarily be a good thing.
Morgan: Hmm ... I understand, and believe me, I appreciate the thought ... But I want to remember things, no matter how painful they are. Because I'm sure there'll be plenty of great memories mixed with the bad ones. And the truth, whatever it is ... I really want to have that back, you know?
Nah: Well, if you're sure, then I'm happy to help.
Morgan: That's really kind of you, Nah, but do you truly realize what you're saying? I mean, it could be years before I remember anything. Or decades. Heck, there's a decent chance I may never get my memories back at all. I don't want to drag you into something that could last forever.
Nah: I'm already stuck with you forever, you goof. I'm your sister! We're family—memories or no. You couldn't keep me away.
Morgan: Nah, I ... *sniff* Thank you! I'll do everything I can!
Nah: Then start by coming with me into town.
Morgan: Huh? But you said that doesn't have to do with getting my memories back.
Nah: Hey, there's no rule that says you can't have a little fun while you try. And there's certainly no rule against making some happy new memories, either. You're young! Live a little! There'll be plenty of time to worry later.
Morgan: Right ... You're right! Thanks, Sis!

Nah (as parent and child)

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Morgan (F)
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Nah
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This support is only available if Nah is Morgan (F)'s mother.

C Support

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

B Support

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

A Support

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

Tiki

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Morgan (F)
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Tiki
C:
0 pts.
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A:
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This support is only available if Tiki is Morgan (F)'s mother.

C Support

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

B Support

Morgan: Mother? Do you have a moment?
Tiki: For you? Of course.
Morgan: Perfect! Then let's get started on Project Get Memories of Mom Back! Step one--figure out how we're going to trigger some flashbacks. I've already tried banging my head against a post, but nothing. I mean, it made me dizzy and nauseated, but it didn't unearth any hidden memories. What do you think, Mother? Perhaps a stone wall would work better?
Tiki: Let's put an end to the head smashing, shall we? No good will come of it. You know, faces from the past can sometimes trigger long-dormant emotions. Why not try starting at mine for a while?
Morgan: Argh, that's perfect! You're a genius! I must have seen your face a million times in the future. It's bound to bring SOMETHING back if I stare at it long enough. Okay, sorry to invade your personal space here, but ... Here goes ... ..... ... .... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... Drats! It's not working. I don't remember a thing. It's like ... Have you ever stared at a word so long it kind of fell apart? And you think, "Is that how that's spelled? Wait, is that even a real WORD?!" Except here it's "Is that what Mother looked like?"
Tiki: Er, right. Perhaps that's enough of the memory project for one day?
Morgan: Sure ... I'm still a little dizzy from banging the post earlier, to be honest ... But this doesn't end here! I'm not giving up until I remember you, Mother!

A Support

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

Emmeryn

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Morgan (F)
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Emmeryn
C:
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B:
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A:
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This support is only available if Emmeryn is Morgan (F)'s mother.

C Support

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

B Support

Morgan: Mother? Do you have a moment?
Emmeryn: Y-yes, of course ...
Morgan: Perfect! Then let's get started on Project Get Memories of Mom Back! Step one---Figure out how we're going trigger some flashbacks. I've already tried banging my head against a post, but nothing. I mean, it made me dizzy and nauseated, but it didn't unearth any hidden memories. What do you think, Mother? Perhaps a stone wall would work better?
Emmeryn: Maybe you ...could stare at me?
Morgan: Argh, that's perfect! You're a genius! I must have seen your face a million times in the future. It's bound to bring SOMETHING back if I stare at it long enough. Okay, sorry to invade your personal space here, but ... Here goes ... ... ... ... ..... ... ... ..... ... ... ... .... Drats! It's not working. I don't remember a thing. It's like ... Have you ever stared at a world so long that it fell appart? And you think, "Is that how that's spelled? Wait, is this even the real WORD?!" Except here it's "Is that what Mother looked like?"
Emmeryn: Maybe ...you should take ...a break ...for today ...
Morgan: Sure ... I'm still a little dizzy from banging the post earlier, to be honest ... But this doesn't end here! I'm not giving up until I remember you, Mother.

A Support

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

Aversa

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Morgan (F)
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Aversa
C:
0 pts.
B:
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A:
? pts.
This support is only available if Aversa is Morgan (F)'s mother.

C Support

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

B Support

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

A Support

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