Awakening Supports/Maribelle Henry

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C Support

Maribelle:
I am so weary of this gods-forsaken war. Every time we turn around, Risen are tearing some poor village apart. Ah, I fear this will all get darker before we finally spy the dawn. And yet, look at this flower still finding a way to bloom amidst the devastation. *Sniff* It brings a tear to the eye to see such a fragile thing struggle to the light. What a good flower you are. Stay strong now, little one.

Henry:
Hi there, Maribelle! You all right?

Maribelle:
ACK! Henry?! H-how long have you been standing there?

Henry:
Oh, I dunno! Since before you launched into that soliloquy, anyway.

Maribelle:
Eavesdropping is a shameful habit, sir. And on a lady, no less! Were you birthed in a barn?

Henry:
Aw, but it's fun listening to you mumble! You say all kinds of crazy stuff. I really liked the last bit where you started chatting with the flower.

Maribelle:
I was NOT chatting with the flower. I was remarking on the... That is to say... Oh, what's the use? You've caught me in the act, and that's that. Go on, then! Point and laugh. Take this chance to mock your social betters.

Henry:
Mock you? Why? I do the same thing all the time. ...Hmm? What's that, flower? *mumble, mumble* ...Ooh! Okay, I'll tell her.

Maribelle:
What in the WORLD are you doing?

Henry:
Talking to the flower. She says she's very grateful that you spoke to her. Also, she says she'll stay strong as long as you do, too.

Maribelle:
I appreciate the gesture, sir, but you don't have to feign madness for my sake.

Henry:
I'm not feigning anything. I'm just really in touch with the natural world. I can talk to any living thing you want. Trees. Flowers. Maggots. Ooooooh... Maaaggots...

Maribelle:
That is a remarkable talent, if a shade disturbing.


B Support

Henry:
Hi, Maribelle. You look like a cat ate your favorite canary.

Maribelle:
*Sniff* It's a fate far worse, I fear. My flower friend has withered and died.

Henry:
Aww, guess it hasn't rained around here for weeks now, huh?

Maribelle:
Henry, can you still...talk to her?

Henry:
Nope! Only living stuff.

Maribelle:
Yes, of course. How silly of me. She's dead, never to bloom again... It truly makes a woman think. Someday, on the battlefield, such could be my fate.

Henry:
Basically. I mean, flowers die, people die... That's just how the world works.

Maribelle:
Even so, the idea that I could be gone tomorrow? Or in the hour? Ghastly! We try to ignore the ever-present threat of death, but it's always there. And when you finally think about it, it's a black yawning pit of utter terror!

Henry:
Meh, not to me. Everyone kicks the bucket at some point, so why fret?

Maribelle:
Perhaps it's not so much death I fear as the pain of dying.

Henry:
See, now that I can understand. But get this—I've got a special curse ready, see? Been working on it for a while now. If you're mortally wounded, it kills you off before you suffer any pain! Just...poof. Off ya go!

Maribelle:
I see. And is this something you could perhaps cast on me?

Henry:
Sure, yeah. Heck, I can do it right now if you say the word. Then you'll never have to fear the old boneyard again!

Maribelle:
I declare, Henry, you have the strangest ways of putting people's minds at ease. And yet, I'm rather tempted to accept your offer.


A Support

Maribelle:
Henry, do you have a moment?

Henry:
What is it?

Maribelle:
I've been watching you in our recent battles, and I noticed something...odd. No matter how fierce the fight becomes, you always have a smile on your face.

Henry:
Yep. I love fighting! Pshew! Pshew!

Maribelle:
But as a mage, you go into battle with little armor and are often the first one targeted. You could be injured or killed in an eyeblink, and yet still you smile!

Henry:
It's 'cause I'm not scared, Maribelle. Fighting is actually pretty simple. I just have to kill the other guy before he has a chance to kill me.

Maribelle:
Henry, sometimes I find it very difficult to understand you.

Henry:
Yeah, I suppose most animals are supposed to fear death and stuff.

Maribelle:
Animals...

Henry:
But I'll tell you one thing—there's no reason to be sad about death. Everyone in this army is going to croak sooner or later—it's just a matter of when. And at the end of it all, we'll be reunited again on the other side.

Maribelle:
You think so?

Henry:
...Oh, wait! Holy crows! I just had a really weird thought. That means all the foes we kill are gonna be over there, too. Aw, rats. I'm gonna have to kill them all over again!


S Support

Maribelle:
Henry, weren't you injured in the last battle?

Henry:
Who, me? No, I don't think so. Didn't see any blood, at least. And believe me, I always look reeeally closely.

Maribelle:
That's good to hear. The part about being unharmed, at least.

Henry:
Why the sudden concern?

Maribelle:
Remember when you told me that you're not afraid of dying? Well, I've been watching you in battle, and I see it's no idle boast! But the more I watch, the more concerned I become. I fear you may throw your life away on some rash act and that I might...lose you.

Henry:
It's a definite possibility! We're fighting a war, after all.

Maribelle:
Do not make light of my fears! I couldn't bear to lose you because—

Henry:
Because then I couldn't cast that curse that lets you die without pain?

Maribelle:
No! It's not about that! I mean, yes, I WOULD miss that, but it's not the reason.

Henry:
Okay. So what is? Oh, wait! Lemme guess! You worry I wouldn't finish my toenail collection?

Maribelle:
It's because I'm in love with you, you idiot man!

Henry:
Huh?!

Maribelle:
Oh, my stars and garters. Did I really say that out loud?

Henry:
Yeah, you said it out loud. Loudly! But don't be embarrassed, Maribelle. I think you're swell, too.

Maribelle:
Oh, Henry. Is this true?

Henry:
Yep. I want to be your knight in shining armor. ...Blood-red shining armor! In fact, I'm hoping that we can spend the rest of our lives together. Which I guess is another way of saying that we should get married. Yay! ...Wait. Aw, heck. I don't even have a ring ready or anything.

Maribelle:
The ring can wait, silly. The answer is still yes.