Awakening Supports/Morgan(F) Gerome(SS)
C Support
Morgan:
Let's see here... Birthday? May 5th... Favorite colors? Blue and purple... Favorite food? Probably bear meat...
Gerome:
What are you mumbling about over there, Morgan?
Morgan:
Least favorite food? Veggies, apparently. Don't seem to mind them now, though...
Gerome:
Morgan!
Morgan:
Oh! Gerome?! Guess I was pretty out of it to miss my own brother paying a visit! Did you need something?
Gerome:
Just wondering what you were chanting over there... You practicing some new magic incantations?
Morgan:
Nope! Just going back over my notes on what you told me about myself. I was hoping they'd hold some clue that might help spark my memory. Heh. It's kind of crazy how much you know about me, huh? Like, I really once got five nosebleeds in the same day? I have no memory of that at all. AT ALL! Ha ha ha! I can just imagine...
Gerome:
You're still as cheerful, that's for sure. And as talkative as ever...
Morgan:
I am? I mean, I was?! Hmm, now that you mention it, that does sound...right, somehow. ...Heh. Everything still feels funny. Even you being my brother hasn't really clicked.
Gerome:
If you think it's strange for you, consider my position... My sister starts talking to me like a stranger, asking questions about herself... For a while there, I had no idea how to even interact with you.
Morgan:
Heh, yeah... Sorry about that. But that's just another reason why I'm working hard to get my memories back. Once I do, nobody will have to feel weird or awkward around me again. Pretty noble, huh? I'm such a sweet, selfless girl!
Gerome:
...And so humble, too. Anyway, I'm happy to try and help you get those memories back however I can. I'm looking forward to having someone to laugh with about old times—now included.
Morgan:
Heh, right!
B Support
Gerome:
Whew... Another long day of combat... Time to prepare Minerva for... Is someone passed out over there? Wait, is that Morgan?!
Morgan:
Nn...nngh...
Gerome:
Morgan, are you all right?! What happened?
Morgan:
...Wha—?! Gerome! Wh-what am I doing here? Was I asleep?! I don't even remember feeling tired... Oh, right! I was bashing that huge tome against my head when I blacked out. That explains why my face hurts so bad...
Gerome:
Why in the world would you do something like that?! ...Wait, were you trying to get your memories back?
Morgan:
Well, yeah! Obviously. If you ever saw me bludgeoning myself just for fun, I hope you'd put a stop to it...
Gerome:
I'll stop you even if it's NOT just for fun! Look, I know you want your memories back, but please... Don't do anything reckless.
Morgan:
...But I want to be able to talk with you about old times again.
Gerome:
I know, Morgan, and I want that, too. But more than that, I want you safe. I may just be another stranger to you, but to me, you're family. In the future, with Mother and Father gone, it was just the two of us and Minerva. You're all I had, Morgan... I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you.
Morgan:
All right. I'm sorry, Gerome.
Gerome:
Just as long as you understand.
Morgan:
...Heh, that felt really siblingy just now. Don't you think? Me messing up and you scolding me felt... I don't know, it felt really plausible! Maybe if you keep it up, I'll remember something!
Gerome:
You think so?
Morgan:
Yeah! Oh yeah, this will totally work! So go on, keep yelling! C'mon, scream at your amnesiac sister, Gerome!
Gerome:
......
Morgan:
Hey, why don't you use the tome, too? Come on, don't hold back. Really wallop me with that thing! Maybe the simultaneous physical and mental shock will jar some memories loose! It's gotta be twice as effective as either one by itself, right? That's just basic science.
Gerome:
...Good night, Morgan.
A Support
Gerome:
I'm headed into town, Morgan. Care to come along?
Morgan:
I'd love to! Is there something in particular you need?
Gerome:
I might pick up a couple of things, yes. But mostly I think there's something YOU need.
Morgan:
It doesn't have to do with getting my memories back, does it?
Gerome:
The opposite, really. Perhaps there's no need to worry about your memories.
Morgan:
That...makes no sense.
Gerome:
In truth, I find it a bit hard to swallow that you've forgotten me... But perhaps it's better to build new memories than to worry about old ones.
Morgan:
What do you mean?
Gerome:
I've given this a lot of thought. Why you might have lost your memories, I mean. And I'm wondering if you didn't have some awful memory you couldn't bear to keep. I know I have so very many. People we couldn't save... Lives needlessly wasted...
Morgan:
...... I'm sorry you have to bear those dreadful memories, Gerome...
Gerome:
It is only a theory, and even if true, I don't believe it's anything you did consciously. But I do think that getting your memories back might not be a good thing.
Morgan:
Hmm... I understand, and believe me, I appreciate the thought... But I want to remember things, no matter how painful they are. Because I'm sure there'll be plenty of great memories mixed with the bad ones. And the truth, whatever it is... I really want to have that back, you know?
Gerome:
Well, if you're sure, then I am happy to help.
Morgan:
That's really kind of you, Gerome, but do you truly realize what you're saying? I mean, it could be years before I remember anything. Or decades. Heck, there's a decent chance I may never get my memories back at all. I don't want to drag you into something that could last forever.
Gerome:
I'm already stuck with you forever. I'm your brother. We're family—memories or no. You couldn't keep me away.
Morgan:
Gerome, I... *sniff* Thank you! I'll do everything I can!
Gerome:
Then climb up on Minerva and come with me to town.
Morgan:
Huh? But you said that doesn't have to do with getting my memories back.
Gerome:
There's no rule that says you can't have a little fun while you try. And there's certainly no rule against making happy new memories, either. You're young yet. There will be plenty of time for worry later.
Morgan:
Right... You're right! Thanks, Brother!
