Awakening Supports/Ricken Henry
C Support
Ricken:
Hi, Henry! Thanks so much for coming to my rescue the other day.
Henry:
Sure! It's what I do.
Ricken:
Having a mighty mage like you in our ranks makes me feel a lot safer. Good thing for us you aren't fighting for the other side.
Henry:
Well, I used to work for Gangrel, so if you hadn't defeated him, who knows? You and I might have been squaring up on the ol' battlefield. Nya ha ha!
Ricken:
I didn't know you were with the Plegian army!
Henry:
Oh? I thought word had gotten around. Yeah, Gangrel was toppled before I got the chance to fight any real battles. A shame, too. It would've been fun to face off against the Shepherds!
Ricken:
But we're the good guys...
Henry:
Oh, Chrom and Frederick are nice soldiers and all, but I wager I could take them both!
Ricken:
H-Henry! That's treason!
Henry:
Is not.
Ricken:
W-well even if it isn't, people might get the wrong idea. They'll start thinking you ARE an enemy, and then we'll end up fighting for real.
Henry:
Neat! We could see whose magic is stronger.
Ricken:
HENRY! You're my ally! I don't want to fight you. Besides, if we were mortal foes, we wouldn't be able to talk like this.
Henry:
Weeell, I guess it's kinda fun being on the same side as you... All right. I guess I'll stick with the Shepherds—for now, at least.
Ricken:
I should hope so!
B Support
Ricken:
Hey, Henry?
Henry:
What?
Ricken:
Remember a while ago, when you told me that you served under Gangrel? It made me wonder... Have we fought against anyone you knew?
Henry:
Yeah, sure! You've cut down a few of my former comrades. You interested in who they were? Lemme see if I can recall... Well, there's Vasto. I liked him! Always ready with a joke or quip.
Ricken:
That guy?! He tried to stop us when we headed east that one time.
Henry:
He was really excited about that posting—it was his first major command. Ha! He used to talk about his mother all the time. "Best knitter in Plegia," he'd say!
Ricken:
Oh. That's...nice.
Henry:
Then there was Mustafa. He always gave me a bag of peaches whenever I visited. He said I reminded him of his son and that I should consider myself part of his family.
Ricken:
......
Henry:
Oh! And Campari used to make little birdhouses for homeless—
Ricken:
Actually, Henry? I don't think I want to know about your comrades after all.
Henry:
Aw! I thought you were interested.
Ricken:
I was, but now everyone seems more...normal than I expected. They're not maniacs or monsters. They're just like us, except they're dead.
Henry:
Yep. Dead as driftwood, they are. And it was you Shepherds who killed 'em! Their friends and families are probably still crying their eyes out.
Ricken:
......
Henry:
What's wrong?
Ricken:
Henry, it's my job to kill Plegian soldiers... So I have to believe they deserve to die. But now you've reminded me that they aren't faceless blobs with axes. They have friends, and families, and... H-how am I going to fight them if I know that? What if I hesitate?
Henry:
You're weird. I don't see the problem here at all.
Ricken:
No, it's all right, Henry. It was my fault for asking.
A Support
Ricken:
Henry, can I ask you a question?
Henry:
Judging by your expression, I'd say it's a serious one. Nya ha ha!
Ricken:
Er... Do you remember when we talked about the Plegian soldiers we've killed? And how some of them used to be your comrades and friends? Don't you...resent us?
Henry:
Resent you? Shucks no. What good would that do?
Ricken:
Um, none, I suppose. It wouldn't be good for anyone, you included.
Henry:
Exactly! So I decided not to.
Ricken:
But how can you just brush it off like that? If I were cut down in battle tomorrow, would you just shrug and carry on?
Henry:
No! I'd be very sad and angry. And I'd find out who did it, hunt them down, and exact bloody revenge! ...Oh yes. There would be blood.
Ricken:
But you just said you don't resent us and there's no point in holding grudges.
Henry:
Oh yeah. I DID say that! I wonder what the difference is...
Ricken:
Er, are you asking me?
Henry:
When I was with Plegia, I didn't think much about this kind of thing. Maybe because in that army, I didn't have real friends like I do here.
Ricken:
Do you think of me as a friend?
Henry:
I guess, sure. Honestly, I'm not much good with touchy-feely stuff. You know what I'd rather talk about? The next battle!
Ricken:
I suppose it wouldn't be bad to plan a little strategy. In the end, victory is the only thing that can justify all this death...
