Awakening Supports/Donnel Owain(PC)
C Support
Owain:
A foul sense hangs in the air... My sword arm throbs dully! Hngh?! Wh-what's this? Blood...raging! ...A different sort of blood rage than usual!
Donnel:
What's goin' on, Owain? Everythin' all right?
Owain:
STAY BACK, FATHER! You mustn't come any closer!
Donnel:
Gosh! Did ya catch somethin'? Ya think yer contagious?
Owain:
The blood of heroes that courses through my veins hungers for fresh prey! If you draw within striking range in my present state, I cannot guarantee safety! I beg of you, stay back! Do not force me to topple my own father!
Donnel:
...I'm a mite confused. Are ya under someone else's control? Did some witch go and curse ya?
Owain:
Aye, the curse of my bloodline's uncontrollable power! IT GNAWS AT MY SOOOOOOUL! Hnngh... D-down! Down, I command thee! Be calm, sword arm! Stay, raging blood!
Donnel:
Hold on, Son! Stay where ya are! I'll run and fetch yer ma!
Owain:
Wait, MOTHER?! Er... Heh... That's not...strictly necessary. This pain is nothing to a man like me! Given a moment, I'm sure it will abate! I've weathered far worse than... Er, Father? ...ACK! Did he actually go to get Mother?! Suddenly I don't feel so well...
B Support
Owain:
Um... You're not still upset, are you?
Donnel:
Course I'm upset! You started moanin' and shoutin' out of the blue! Yer ma and I were terrified! *Sigh* Look, I AM glad yer all right. But what'n blazes was that about, anyhow? Some kinda scripted theater show?
Owain:
I don't script anything! I'll have you know, it's entirely improv— Er... I mean, it's authentic! I'm the chosen scion of warrior heroes across tide and time!
Donnel:
And you ain't ashamed to spout those lines? That makes one of us...
Owain:
Ashamed? Ha! Far from it! Though I suppose I can't blame you for not understanding my bleeding-edge aesthetic. After all, you are the product of an earlier, simpler time...
Donnel:
Well, a future where folks all talk like you sure sounds— ...OWAIN, HIT THE HAY!
Owain:
What?!
Donnel:
...Aw, pig slop!
Owain:
Your shoulder! Father, you're hit!
Donnel:
Nngh... Archers...in the trees... They fired on ya... But I'd never let 'em hurt my boy... We're outnumbered... We gotta skedaddle! Now GIT!
Owain:
R-right!
Donnel:
Whew! We lost 'em... I reckon we're safe here.
Owain:
Gods, not again...
Donnel:
Hmm?
Owain:
Why?! Why did you take that arrow for me?! You could have died! This is how it happens, you know! This is exactly... Er...
Donnel:
This is how what happens?
Owain:
*Sob* Oh, Father... *sniff*
Donnel:
Owain? Owain, are ya cryin'? What's wrong?
Owain:
I... *sigh* No, nothing. Nothing is wrong. It was...just more improv, all right? Just forget I said anything. More importantly, we need to get that shoulder looked at. I'll go get Mother.
Donnel:
A-all right, then. I'll be here.
A Support
Owain:
Father, how's the shoulder?
Donnel:
Fine, thanks! Darn near healed, I reckon. Wasn't much of a wound to begin with.
Owain:
Good. I don't know what I'd do if...if I got you killed again.
Donnel:
So that's what this was about... I die protectin' ya in the future, don't I?
Owain:
...It was just a normal Risen, but somehow I didn't see it coming. You had no business dying when I was the one too stupid to watch his own back!
Donnel:
Well, least it sounds like I died with no regrets.
Owain:
So yes, that's why when I saw you took a hit for me, I...I lost control. All those feelings of guilt and shame returned. I just couldn't stand it.
Donnel:
I'm awfully sorry to go dredgin' up those painful memories, Owain. But more'n that, I'm sorry I left ya all by yerself in the future.
Owain:
Father, no! You never left me! I never felt alone—not once! You and Mother were always with me because you were WITHIN me! I'm the scion of a heroine who gave me life and a hero who gave his life to save mine.
Donnel:
Wait. So all this talk about havin' the blood of heroes in ya... You were talkin' about your ma and me? Owain, that's so— ...Hold on a second. Why does OUR blood rage and boil at the drop of a sickle? Lissa and I sure don't seem the type to have such unruly fluids...
Owain:
Well, yes, the part about my blood raging may have been for...dramatic effect.
Donnel:
...How's that again?
Owain:
But the point is that I'm more proud of my bloodline than anything in the world. When I remember I'm your son, I feel unstoppable. Like I could do anything! And I didn't come all this way to have you die on me again! Do you understand? From now on, we fight injustice together!
Donnel:
...Thank ya kindly, Owain. But ya carry on more'n just our blood. Ya done plenty in your own right. Lissa and me are right proud of everythin' you've become.
Owain:
Aw, thanks! But... Hnngh... This sensation... B-blood...boiling once again... The fiery pride in your bosom has sparked the tinder of my soul and set me ablaze!
Donnel:
Heh. Well, I reckon it's nice to see ya gettin' back to yer usual self at least...
