Awakening Supports/Tharja Henry

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C Support

Tharja:
I know you.

Henry:
You do?

Tharja:
When I still fought for Plegia, we heard all sorts of stories about you. A silver-haired youth with a knowledge of curses and an extraordinary gift for magic. A man guarded by fierce crows so that very few had seen the true extent of his powers.

Henry:
Oh wow! Now that's a reputation! Yeah, crows have always had a thing for me, I guess. Dunno why.

Tharja:
Perhaps you'd be willing to teach a trick or two to a fellow dark mage?

Henry:
Sure! You want me to cast a death curse on someone?

Tharja:
Someone in camp? Mmm... No. That could be problematic.

Henry:
Hee hee! Yeah, I guess. Too bad, though. See, 'cause I've got one that makes blood come out your—

Tharja:
Thank you, I get the picture. What's with the smiling, anyway? No one's going to trust you if you're grinning like the village idiot.

Henry:
Hee hee! Smiling? This is how I always look.

Tharja:
Hardly reassuring. Tell me what you're plotting and I may yet spare you.

Henry:
Sorry! Nothing sinister over here. I'm just a hale and hearty mage.

Tharja:
Ugh... Hale? Hearty? Have you no respect for our ancient profession? We're supposed to be harbingers of pestilence and famine and doom!

Henry:
Mm... I love doom.

B Support

Henry:
Hello, Tharja!

Tharja:
*Mumble, mumble* *hiss*

Henry:
Heey! Did you just put a curse on me?

Tharja:
Yes. Now, if you do not speak the truth, you will DIE! Answer me clearly and without hesitation. Are you a foreign spy?

Henry:
Nope! Not me! Although I do own a cloak and a couple daggers.

Tharja:
Who do you serve? Ylisse or Plegia?

Henry:
Aw, I don't get into politics. I just want to toss fireballs at bad guys.

Tharja:
Interesting. That's the same reason I joined up.

Henry:
Really? Hey, would you maybe tell me all about it?

Tharja:
I'm doing the interrogating here. Now then, one final question... Do you vow to never cause harm to Robin, no matter what?

Henry:
No problem!

Tharja:
...How strange. My magic ensures that you are telling the truth. But I find your heart difficult to read. It seems devoid of human emotion. What's inside that head of yours? What are you thinking?

Henry:
Right now, I'm thinking about you. And about how you must really really REALLY like Robin!

Tharja:
Mind your own business, little man.

Henry:
Is that why you're always following him/her around?

Tharja:
I wouldn't expect someone like you to understand affairs of the heart. In any case, you may go. I have no further use for you.

Henry:
Hey! Tharja! You forgot to remove the curse! Oh, well. I suppose it'll fizzle out eventually. La la la...

A Support

Tharja:
Here you are.

Henry:
Yep! Here I am!

Tharja:
I have a rather urgent problem, and I need your help.

Henry:
Do you need a death curse? Please say you need a death curse.

Tharja:
No death curses! ...... It appears that I, myself, am victim of a curse from an unknown assailant. I have tried to remove it, but the magic is too powerful. I'm hoping that if we combine our might, we may be able to—

Henry:
Hecka-necka, jimma-jamma, woozle-wazzle! Aaand presto! Curse dispelled! Actually not dispelled. I tossed it back at the original sender. Hee hee!

Tharja:
That's impossible. ...... By the gods! It IS gone...

Henry:
Yeah, dispelling curses is kind of my speciality. Right now, whoever cast that curse must be in one confused pickle! Too bad we can't be there to see it. That would be swell!

Tharja:
With that kind of power, you could have easily deflected my earlier curse...

Henry:
Oh yeah. I guess so, huh? Although you didn't really need to put a truth curse on me, you know? I don't have anything to hide, and I've never told a lie in my life.

Tharja:
Aha! At last you reveal the source of your power. You disarm your foes with terrifying honesty and sincerity!

Henry:
Well, usually I disarm foes by removing their arms. But your way sounds impressive, too!

Tharja:
It's not a compliment.

Henry:
Hee hee! I know!

Tharja:
Stop being so blasted cheerful, or I'll... I'll twist your tongue in knots!

Henry:
Oh, you can try to cast a hex on me...if you dare!

Tharja:
Don't think you're the only one who can deflect curses!

Henry:
Wizard fight! Wizard fight! Yaaaaaay!

S Support

Henry:
Hey, Tharja! Look at these flowers I found! Aren't they pretty?

Tharja:
Er, yes. Sure. I suppose they are.

Henry:
Aw, Tharja. You're just saying that. You don't think they're pretty at all! Poor little flowers—after they went to all that trouble to bloom and everything.

Tharja:
Are you actually talking to them? That's more than a little creepy. If you don't cease at once, I'll cast a hex and turn them into dry sticks.

Henry:
Tharja, would you like that better? Would you prefer these poor flowers to be twigs?

Tharja:
You make it sound as if I'm being rude to your ridiculous bouquet.

Henry:
I don't mean to! It's just that if you wanted a bundle of twigs, I'd be happy to oblige.

Tharja:
Wait, what are you—

Henry:
PRESTO! ...There you go.

Tharja:
You were so pleased with those flowers, yet you destroyed them just like that...

Henry:
Nya ha! Oh, I don't care—as long as you're happy, that's all that matters.

Tharja:
Wh-where is this going?

Henry:
Tharja, I'm head over heels for you! In fact, I'd rip my heels clean off if it would put a devious grin on your face! Heck, I'll destroy this whole army if that's what you want. ...Do you want that?

Tharja:
Ugh, of course I don't. Do you think I'm completely insane?

Henry:
No, I was just using it as an example. So anyway, you want to get married?

Tharja:
Egads, you do know how to sweep a girl off her feet, don't you? And yet... If you promise to protect Robin, I just might consider it. If we both fall into some mortal peril, I want you to save Robin first. Is that clear? You must be ready to sacrifice me for his/her sake. If you can bring yourself to promise me that, then yes, I will marry you and—

Henry:
Is that all? Easy peasy! No problem what-so-EVER!

Tharja:
Good. ...I think.

Henry:
This is great. I thought you'd make the conditions really, really onerous. Like, so hard that I'd think twice about the idea. But you didn't! So, anyway. I'd better go down to the smith and get a ring made.

Tharja:
You know, he may actually, truly be crazy... I mean, what kind of proposal was that? Still, it's not like I'm the most normal person around either. Who knows? Perhaps it's the perfect match...