Awakening Supports/Tharja Lon'qu

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C Support

Lon'qu:
Tonight we're holding a war council. Don't be late.

Tharja:
Is Lissa hosting again? Maybe she'll make more of those little honey cakes. Oh, hold on. You've got a bug stuck in your hair...

Lon'qu:
Don't come any closer!

Tharja:
Well, if I repulse you THAT much...

Lon'qu:
You are not special. I feel the same way about all women.

Tharja:
Well, that makes it all better. Hmm... I wonder if someone cast a curse to make you fear women.

Lon'qu:
I think not.

Tharja:
Then why are you so afraid of us?

Lon'qu:
Something at the core of my nature has always made me...uneasy around you.

Tharja:
Yeah, still sounds like a curse to me. I wonder who cast it?

Lon'qu:
......

Tharja:
You want me to fix it?

Lon'qu:
What?

Tharja:
It must be hard turning into a gibbering idiot whenever you meet a woman.

Lon'qu:
You have the power to rid me of this fear?

Tharja:
Someone's iiiiiinterested...

Lon'qu:
I am not.

Tharja:
Sure, whatever. When you change your mind, you know where to find me.

Lon'qu:
......

B Support

Lon'qu:
Tharja.

Tharja:
I'm not going to move across the room, if that's what you want.

Lon'qu:
......

Tharja:
Okay, I have better things to do than watch you stand there with your mouth agape. You want me to dispel your fear, right?

Lon'qu:
Can you truly release me from this crippling aversion to your kind?

Tharja:
Only if you promise to never refer to women as "your kind" again. Also, I need to know exactly where this fear comes from.

Lon'qu:
...All of it?

Tharja:
Unless I know the true nature of what ails you, I cannot destroy it.

Lon'qu:
Every night, I am plagued by a dream. A dream of true events. Of a young girl who lost her life because of me. She was an ordinary village girl who lived on the outskirts of town. We became friends despite the fact that I was an impoverished youth from the slums. In time, she began to steal away from her parents to see me. Love flowered between us. But then...

Tharja:
Go on.

Lon'qu:
I'm sorry. This is...difficult for me. One day we went into the fields to picnic and spend time by the river. ...The bandits were so fast. So many. I fought them with all that I had, but she still... They...

Tharja:
I'm sorry, Lon'qu.

Lon'qu:
From that day on, the presence of a woman has filled me with fear. A woman died because of my failings. I would not let it happen again. And though that day is long past, I relive it every night...

Tharja:
It is not unusual for powerful incidents to grip our hearts for many years after. You aren't cursed by mortal means, Lon'qu—the memory IS the curse.

Lon'qu:
Can you help me?

Tharja:
Perhaps. But it will take time. I must learn about you, this girl, and your youth spent in the slums. If I am to break the curse, I must know everything there is to know about you.

Lon'qu:
If that is what it takes...

A Support

Tharja:
Lon'qu? I'm ready to perform the ritual.

Lon'qu:
Do you avow this ritual will cleanse my soul and finally grant me peace?

Tharja:
Yes. It will erase everything and give you a fresh start.

Lon'qu:
Good.

Tharja:
However, the curse has been with you for years, and its roots reach deep. The only way to eradicate it is to uproot it along with all your childhood memories.

Lon'qu:
You mean, I will forget everything? My life in the slums? The times I spent with...her?

Tharja:
Every last bit. But these memories torment you, right? You should be pleased to lose them.

Lon'qu:
No. I cannot go through with this.

Tharja:
Hey, I spent hours collecting bat wings. You can't back out now!

Lon'qu:
Even as I told you my story, I realized how important the memories are to me. My life on the streets? Her death? These experiences make me strong. If I lose the memories, what happens to the lessons I learned from them? I fear that they, too, will be lost.

Tharja:
...Seriously, do you have any idea how many bat wings I had to collect?

Lon'qu:
I have confidence a woman of your ilk will have another use for them. Even so, I'm very grateful for your help.

Tharja:
Okay, don't thank me. That just feels weird.

Lon'qu:
Then I shall think of some other way to pay you back.

S Support

Lon'qu:
Tharja.

Tharja:
Oh. Lon'qu. How are you planning to waste my time today?

Lon'qu:
Nnngh...

Tharja:
Are you...forcing yourself to stand closer to me? Don't tell me you let someone else erase your memories?

Lon'qu:
This is...my own doing. I can overcome my fear...through tyranny...of will...

Tharja:
Well, charmed, I'm sure. But at this rate, it's going to take years to cure yourself. Why don't you let me help?

Lon'qu:
No. I don't want to rely on magic or tricks...

Tharja:
Not with a curse, idiot. ...I mean you can practice on me. We could be friends. Companions, even. Be there for each other in times of trouble. If we were together day and night, you'd have to overcome your fear.

Lon'qu:
What do you mean?

Tharja:
Sometimes, I swear you're about three arrows short of a quiver. Here. I'll use small words, okay? Let's. Get. Married. Of course, if you're not up for it, that's okay, too. It'll give me more time to follow Robin around.

Lon'qu:
Your proposal might have worked better without that last bit. Even so... Marriage has long seemed like a distant dream to me. However, there is a strength and grace about you that I find appealing. You are the first to look so deep into my heart and accept what you saw there. With you at my side, I might finally free myself of the painful past.

Tharja:
To be honest, I was expecting you to throw up or something.

Lon'qu:
I fear making friends with any woman, lest ill fortune strike them down. But you are frighteningly fierce. I wager you can look after yourself.

Tharja:
It's true. People who mess with me tend to get turned inside out.

Lon'qu:
I find this thought oddly comforting.

Tharja:
All right, then. We'll get married and see if we can't make you normal again.

Lon'qu:
And as proof of my dedication, I offer you this ring.

Tharja:
...Wait. You had this ready the whole time? Oh, you are a sly dog, Lon'qu.