Awakening Supports/Frederick 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!
Frederick:
Owain? Is everything all right?
Owain:
STAY BACK, FATHER! You mustn't come any closer!
Frederick:
Why? Did you catch something? Do you think you're 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!
Frederick:
...I'm confused. Are you under someone else's control? Did someone curse you?
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!
Frederick:
All right, Son, just stay where you are—I'll get your mother!
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?
Frederick:
Of course I'm upset! You started moaning and shouting out of the blue! Your mother and I were terrified. *Sigh* Listen. I'm relieved you're all right. But what was all that about, anyway? Some kind of scripted stage acting?
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!
Frederick:
And you're not ashamed to spout such nonsense? ...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...
Frederick:
Perhaps. But a future where everyone speaks like you sounds a bit— ...OWAIN, GET DOWN!
Owain:
What?!
Frederick:
...Grah!
Owain:
Your shoulder! Father, you're hit!
Frederick:
Nngh... Archers...in the trees... They fired on you... But I'd never let them hurt my son... We're outnumbered... We have to get out of here! Now GO!
Owain:
R-right!
Frederick:
We lost them... We should be safe here.
Owain:
Gods, not again...
Frederick:
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...
Frederick:
This is how what happens?
Owain:
*Sob* Oh, Father... *sniff*
Frederick:
Owain? Owain, are you crying? 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.
Frederick:
A-all right. I'll be here.
A Support
Owain:
Father, how's the shoulder?
Frederick:
Fine, thank you. Nearly healed. It wasn't much of a wound to begin with, fortunately.
Owain:
Good. I don't know what I'd do if...if I got you killed again.
Frederick:
Ah, so that's what this was about... I die protecting you in the future?
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!
Frederick:
At 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.
Frederick:
I'm sorry to have dredged up those painful memories, Owain. But more than that, I'm sorry I left you by yourself 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.
Frederick:
Wait. So all this talk about having the blood of heroes in you... You were talking about your mother and me? Owain, that's so— ...Wait a second. Why does OUR blood rage and boil at the drop of a hat? Lissa and I really 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.
Frederick:
...I beg your pardon?
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!
Frederick:
...Thank you, Owain. But you're more than just my legacy. You've done plenty in your own right. Your mother and I are so proud of everything 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!
Frederick:
Heh. Well, it's good to hear you're back to your old self, at least...
