Awakening Supports/Panne Virion

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C Support

Panne:
There is rain, but the sun shines still. ...Strange.

Virion:
It's called a sun shower, my dear lady. Quite beautiful, in its own way.

Panne:
That was not a question, man-spawn. And do not speak to me without cause.

Virion:
And here I thought that was a natural entrée into civilized conversation. Ah, well. I've met many a lovely lady who built up high walls around her. ...And I've surmounted them all.

Panne:
Perhaps I will stuff and mount you in my warren! If it is your aim to provoke me, I accept. Let us fight and be done with it. Choose your weapon!

Virion:
A duel? How romantic! Then my weapon, sweet lady, shall be words. I am a far better poet than I am a warrior anyway.

Panne:
As you wish.

Virion:
Your graciousness, my dear, is without peer. Now by all means, after you.

Panne:
I know of you, you lecherous worm. Your transgressions are legend. You turned tail and left vassals to die so that you might pursue mates! The very sight of you causes bile to rise in my throat. I curse your name!

Virion:
...Perhaps I ought to have picked daggers after all.

Panne:
I have spoken. Take your turn, poet.

Virion:
Alas, I fear I know no words with which to injure a lady. And so, I admit defeat and bid you farewell.

Panne:
Hmph. Weakling...

B Support

Panne:
...You.

Virion:
Mmm? My, my. I hadn't thought to see YOU start a conversation with ME. Perhaps this time we'll have a hailstorm.

Panne:
You said you were no warrior. But in the last battle, you matched me trophy for trophy. You speak lies.

Virion:
I said only that words were my forte, sweet lady. I never said I couldn't fight. Though I would never claim to be any sort of true warrior. Not after failing to protect the ones I cared for.

Panne:
Why did you run, man-spawn? Why did you abandon your warren? You had a duty to your fellows.

Virion:
I planned to offer myself up in exchange for the safety of my people. ...My men balked. They chose to fight and die rather than hand me over. Not only did I fail to ransom their safety, I was also the reason they kept on fighting.

Panne:
So you showed your belly and ran to remove any reason for resistance?

Virion:
That was my thinking, yes. I don't expect my people share that view. To them, I am as you say—a craven. All the sweet words in all the worlds can offer no defense to that claim.

Panne:
...I withdraw my words from earlier. You are no craven. You know how it feels to lose kin and kind. In that, we are the same.

Virion:
We are most certainly not!

Panne:
I do not understand.

Virion:
My people yet live and wait for me. It is my duty—and my dream—to save them. But you had even that stolen from you. I would not think to claim our losses equal.

Panne:
Hmph. Is that pity, man-spawn?

Virion:
Mere pity would be an insult to a wound so deep as yours, milady. I can but pray that your heart does not succumb to the scars that cover it.

Panne:
Your prayers mean nothing, but I accept your words.

A Support

Panne:
......

Virion:
And what do you see in the moon's reflection this evening, dear lady?

Panne:
What do you want, poet?

Virion:
I hear taguel hold that souls of the departed return to the moon.

Panne:
You hear true. That is why taguel do not look directly upon her holy face.

Virion:
Fascinating. But to your question, I was wondering if you might assist me with...this.

Panne:
That smell... Blackberry wine?

Virion:
Indeed! And now, I propose a toast to the moon. What do you say?

Panne:
I am surprised to find a human who understands such tastes.

Virion:
Oh, we man-spawn are full of surprises. So you'll join me, then?

Panne:
All right. ...So. What will you do when the fighting has ended?

Virion:
Return to my own war, naturally. My people are still suffering.

Panne:
Ah, yes. Your...dream, was it? Perhaps I will help you make this dream into reality.

Virion:
Th-that's very... Thank you, my lady. ...Heh.

Panne:
Why do you giggle? It is revolting!

Virion:
Revolting? I've been accused of many things, milady, but never that! I am simply happy at the prospect of sparing my people further suffering. And, I must say, pleasantly surprised to hear an offer of assistance from you. Perhaps our bond is stronger than I know, mmm?

Panne:
Or the wine is.

Virion:
Then let us drink another toast to the peace yet to come.

S Support

Virion:
Ah, my sweet Panne.

Panne:
...Yes?

Virion:
I have something for you, if you would be so good as to accept.

Panne:
A bit early for wine, no? Perhaps we should... This is a ring. Explain yourself!

Virion:
I would swear an oath of eternal love to you, milady.

Panne:
You are drunk.

Virion:
Aye, lady! Drunk on your beauteous... No. This is no time for idle flattery. Your offer to help me see my dream realized was generous beyond measure. But my dreams aren't yours. I want you to have a dream of your own. A gleam of hope to guide you.

Panne:
And you think you can offer that?

Virion:
I will do so or die trying.

Panne:
Your death cannot possibly help me to... Huh? What's this? Another sun shower?

Virion:
Amazing! The very skies above urge us on!

Panne:
Only you would see rain as a good omen.

Virion:
But it is, my sweet! 'Twas this very rain which presided over our first meeting. Our love has moved the heavens. The moon herself weeps for joy!

Panne:
You are mad. ...But it is amusing. Very well, poet. I accept your ring.

Virion:
I shall never fail you, my love. I swear it by the moon and rain.