Awakening Supports/Kjelle Yarne

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C Support

Yarne:
Gah! Kjelle, I didn't expect to run into you here!

Kjelle:
Is that a problem?

Yarne:
What? N-no! Of course not, I just...

Kjelle:
Worried I heard you ran from battle again like a craven dastard? ...Because I have.

Yarne:
What? I don't remember doing that...

Kjelle:
Sure, play dumb!

Yarne:
I'm not playing anything! When I'm in the middle of all that...war, I kind of panic. My memory's all hazy.

Kjelle:
Isn't that convenient?

Yarne:
No, I'm just... This isn't...

Kjelle:
Uh huh. And you can't so much as set foot on a battlefield without blacking out. I'd love to see you in my training armor. I bet you couldn't take a single step.

Yarne:
Er, is training armor different from your usual set?

Kjelle:
A bit. It's a custom job.

Yarne:
Well, whatever is different, it sure looks sturdy. Must work wonders for you!

Kjelle:
...Don't tell me you actually want to try it on.

Yarne:
Well, sure! If it helped you get that strong, of course I'm interested!

Kjelle:
......

Yarne:
So...can I? I bet if I had the right armor and knew I was protected, I'd be less scared in combat.

Kjelle:
...Forget it. If I had the free time to spend babysitting you, I'd spend it training.

Yarne:
Aww, come on! Please? You're the one who brought it up in the first place.

Kjelle:
Yes, but... Ugh, fine.

Yarne:
I can?! Yesss!

Kjelle:
I'll bring it by later.

Yarne:
Thanks, Kjelle!

B Support

Yarne:
Um, Kjelle?

Kjelle:
What?

Yarne:
Is it, uh... Is it supposed to be this heavy?

Kjelle:
It's solid steel lined with lead weights. ...What do you think?

Yarne:
It's impossible to move in this stuff! Don't you have anything lighter?

Kjelle:
If it weren't heavy, there'd be no point. Hence the "training armor" part. Start here, and we'll add more weight as you go.

Yarne:
Hnnnnngh! ...I'm not "going" anywhere. I can't even walk! I know thick armor means good protection, but I'm a sitting duck here! This is crazy!

Kjelle:
So you're giving up. Not ten minutes later, you're surrendering like a coward. Gods, YOU'RE the one who asked for this. It's like all you're capable of is complaining!

Yarne:
But I didn't mean to... I'm sorry.

Kjelle:
Nobody's sending you into battle in that. I told you it was for training, didn't I? You get used to fighting in that first, then you wear normal armor in actual combat. Suddenly, you feel light as a feather! I imagine it would help you keep calm, too.

Yarne:
I guess?

Kjelle:
But as soon as something requires effort, you quit. Do you have any guts at all?

Yarne:
...You're right. And I'm sorry. I'll work on getting used to the weight.

Kjelle:
Pffft! What, for another ten minutes? ...Whatever. Let's get started. Drop and give me a hundred!

Yarne:
A hundred?! Kjelle, I can't even do that without armor on! And what are you, my trainer now?!

Kjelle:
You need one. You're far too easy on yourself. What were you planning to do? Stand there? Maybe walk in place?

Yarne:
Urk...

Kjelle:
Trust me. I know a thing or three about training. You'll be statuesque in no time.

Yarne:
Yeah, one of those statues where the arms fell off! I'm telling you, I can't do this!

Kjelle:
Then give me back my armor. And don't ever ask me for a favor again.

Yarne:
...F-fine. You don't have to get all scary. I still don't think I can do a hundred, but I'll try if it makes you stop glaring at me. One... Two... Th-threeeee... F-f-foooooour... Whew... Er, can we take a break?

Kjelle:
Yarne...

Yarne:
Yeah, this may work for you, but it's too much for mere mortals like me.

Kjelle:
What?

Yarne:
I'm tapped out here. See you later.

Kjelle:
What? Yarne! Get back here! Five minutes, thirty one seconds... That's a new personal best.

A Support

Kjelle:
Care to explain your performance in the last battle, Yarne?

Yarne:
Er... Hi, Kjelle.

Kjelle:
The minute I showed up to help, you ran off! Thanks a lot for the teamwork. ...Craven.

Yarne:
It's not that I was scared! But my arm...

Kjelle:
What, the old runner's arm acting up? Did you hit your craven bone?

Yarne:
...Look, all's well that ends well, right? We won, and that's all that matters.

Kjelle:
No, "we" didn't. Me and the others who stuck around to fight won. Honestly, I expected more from you. ...But no. You're hopeless.

Yarne:
......

Kjelle:
What, nothing to say? No glib excuse? And why are you clutching your shoulder like that?

Yarne:
What? No, I'm not...

Kjelle:
It's obviously not a battle wound. Did you trip while you were fleeing? Maybe you ran into something because your eyes were filled with tears?

Yarne:
No, that's not... After I left the other day, I went back and put your armor back on. After everything you said, I just couldn't back down. ...Even I have some pride. I got to about fifty push-ups before my arm gave out completely.

Kjelle:
...Is that why you ran? You were fighting with an injured arm until I got there?

Yarne:
I would have stayed, but I was afraid I'd only be in your way like this. Better to drop back to the rear and let you handle it, I figured...

Kjelle:
You should have said something!

Yarne:
No, it was my own dumb fault. Classic Yarne, though, huh? I finally decide to train to get stronger, and I wind up injured and even more useless. Do you think maybe for our next session you could teach me how not to repeat this?

Kjelle:
What?

Yarne:
Like you say, you're an expert. I bet you know how to avoid sprains and injuries. If I'm ever going to get stronger and gain a little confidence, I'll need your help.

Kjelle:
...If you're committed, and I mean really committed, then I'll be happy to help. We'll start as soon as that arm is better, so gird your loins!

Yarne:
R-right! I'll...get right on that.

S Support

Yarne:
Ugh, I'm so pathetic! Stupid legs—why won't you listen to me?! And YOU, arms...

Kjelle:
Am I...interrupting something?

Yarne:
Oh, it's useless. I mean, I really appreciate all your help, but it's useless. I've been training my hardest to build up confidence, but combat still terrifies me. ...And when the time comes to fight, my legs start to shake. Guess you can't train your guts. I'm just not brave like everyone else...

Kjelle:
I think you might have the wrong idea here. There isn't a person alive who doesn't shake when marching into combat. People are trying to kill you, Yarne. Any sane person would be afraid.

Yarne:
What, even you?

Kjelle:
Of course! We're all fighting two wars: One against the foe. One against our fear. We've got to win both if we want to live. There's nothing pathetic about it. Heck, the opposite, really. Admitting your fears and struggling against them takes guts. ...You should be proud.

Yarne:
Really?

Kjelle:
That's what bravery is, Yarne—the drive to be strong, even when you know you're weak. ...I'm sorry for being so harsh on you this whole time. I may have misjudged you.

Yarne:
What? No, you were right.

Kjelle:
And as long as we're being forthright, there's one other thing I have to say.

Yarne:
Oh? Let's hear it.

Kjelle:
I think I may have...grown fond of you.

Yarne:
Wh-wh-what?! Me?! How? Why?! And since when?! You haven't exactly been whispering sweet nothings into my ear here.

Kjelle:
Hey, I apologized, didn't I? ...And I really did think you were pathetic at first. But since then, I've seen how dedicated you are to getting better. It's kinda...dreamy. ...What, is that a problem?

Yarne:
N-no, it's just... It's really sweet of you to say that, Kjelle. Thank you.

Kjelle:
Come on, don't leave me hanging here...

Yarne:
Oh, sorry! The feeling's mutual! ...I figured you knew that. The only reason I kept training was because I didn't want you to lose all respect for me. I may not be the hero type, but I at least want to look good around the girl I like.

Kjelle:
Then I guess we'd better get back to it, huh? Gimme fifty laps around camp! ...Think of this as payback for making me say all that mushy garbage.

Yarne:
What?! G-go easy on me! Er, dear? Sweetheart?! Honey lumps?

Kjelle:
In your dreams! I'm going to train you into the ground till you're a fuzzy juggernaut!

Yarne:
Eeeek! Y-yes, ma'am!