Fates Supports/Orochi Mitama(PC)
C Support
Orochi: Mitama? Mitama!
(Orochi leaves)
Mitama: Uhhhggg.
(Mitama leaves)
Orochi: Mitama! I know you're in there! How long do you think you can keep this up? The war council meeting is in 10 minutes. You need to get up. NOW!
(Orochi leaves)
Mitama: Shoo now, little fly / Leave Mitama to her sleep / Do not buzz so loud.
(Mitama leaves)
Orochi: Moldy onions, Mitama! Do you hear me? You can't just skip this! Do you have any idea how it will look if you miss another one of these? That's it. I'm coming in!
Mitama: No! Please, honored Mother / My bed is warm; you are cold / Do not part us so. Besides, I am too tired to attend. I would just fall asleep.
Orochi: You're only tired because you were up all night reading poetry again! Sometimes I'm of half a mind to just lock all your books away. Gods, what could possibly have inspired such obsession in you, anyway?
Mitama: The answer is clear / A gift from Father did it / A brush and paper. I remember it like it was yesterday...
Orochi: That doesn't explain it. You could do a million things with a brush and some paper. You could have written stories or kept a journal or chosen to draw. But of all the things you could have done, you chose poetry.
Mitama: I must ponder this / Other paths I left untrod / Where did I begin?
Orochi: I couldn't tell you. None of your caretakers were poets...
Mitama: Oh! I just had the most wonderful idea, Mother! Perhaps we should now / Try to solve this together / Mother and daughter.
Orochi: You know, that sounds nice. Maybe we could— Hey, wait a minute, you're not getting out of this that easily. We're going to the war council meeting. Now! Hurry up and get ready!
Mitama: My ruse discovered / I have no choice but to go / It was worth a shot.
B Support
Orochi: Mitama? What are you doing? Why are all these poems scattered across the room?
Mitama: Ah, hello, Mother. Sly old Memory / She leaves only threads behind / For us to follow.
Orochi: What are you on about now?
Mitama: I am talking about threads of memory, clearly. To reclaim the past, we must seize on a single string and follow where it leads. This being the case, I am looking for my first poem. It is here somewhere.
Orochi: Your first poem? What are you looking to find out from that?
Mitama: Before there was verse / Mitama did not exist / Whence came Mitama? I wish to understand who I am. I was not myself until I learned poetry. If I find my earliest self, I find my now-self. In the beginning, the end. Therefore the search.
Orochi: Oh, I see. You've been thinking about our last conversation. And you think that finding your first poem will tell us what drew you to poetry, right?
Mitama: Yes. How long 'til it's found? / In a blizzard of poems / A single snowflake. It has been many days. But I am determined.
Orochi: Is there any way I can help?
Mitama: Well, if you could check that pile over the— Ah! Wait! I may have found it / The Alpha of Mitama / Omega, my search.
Orochi: Oh, what does it say?
Mitama: Mother does not come / I count the days passing by / Days without number.
Orochi: I-is that really your first poem?! Oh, Mitama...
Mitama: Yes. I remember now. You'd become very busy, and my caretakers told me you couldn't come to visit. I began writing poems to comfort myself while you were gone. Left waiting for you / My world turned inward to verse / Structure to sorrow.
Orochi: I'm so sorry, Mitama... I cannot imagine the pain I've caused you. Can you ever forgive me?
Mitama: Don't apologize / You had a duty, a cause / The world needed you. I am sorry. I didn't want to upset you. And I want you to know I understand. You fought to protect me. I know that now.
Orochi: Maybe. But maybe I could have done better, somehow. I don't know. And we still don't know why you turned to poetry in particular for comfort. How about we write a letter to your caretakers? They might know something.
Mitama: More clues to my past / Hidden in old memories / The search continues. You are right. They are bound to know something. I will draft a letter immediately.
Orochi: ...Er, maybe I should help. I think they'll appreciate fewer poetic tangents.
A Support
Orochi: What? This can't be right.
Mitama: Mother? Is that the letter from my caretakers? Please, let me see it / Perhaps the source is revealed / The search now bears fruit.
Orochi: Well...I'm not sure how to say this.
Mitama: What is it?
Orochi: It says here that I'm the one who started you on poetry.
Mitama: This makes little sense / You have no great love for it / What else do they say?
Orochi: You're right. But give me a moment.
Mitama: Yes?
Orochi: Your caretakers say that I used to teach you the lyrics of the lullabies I sang you. You had trouble singing, so I taught you by reciting them. Eventually, you forgot they were songs, but you never forgot the lyrics themselves. And when you wanted to find more things like them, you naturally asked for poetry. Luckily, they had many books of traditional verses—tanka and haiku especially. Dozens, from the sound of it. And after that...well, the rest is history.
Mitama: Mystery dispelled / I know now the catalyst / My life's prime mover. But to think that so much of my life has hinged on a simple misunderstanding... A single mistake / Like ripples on a still lake / Echoes across life. Well, I suppose that means—
Orochi: Yup. You've got me to thank for this mess. More importantly, I'VE got me to thank.
Mitama: Heehee. So then...it wouldn't really be right for you to tell me to stop, would it? Yourself the wellspring / Can the source of the river / Choose to flow uphill?
Orochi: Heh. I guess not. But maybe try not to let your poetry cut into your duties, OK?
Mitama: Poetry and song / Daughter and mother allied / Invincible bond!
Orochi: Heehee. I think I like that one!
