Fates Supports/Azura Ignatius(PC)
C Support
Ignatius: Hello, Mother. I was wondering if you could help me with something...
Azura: Oh, hello, Ignatius. What is it you need?
Ignatius: You know...now that I'm here it seems a little silly. Forget about it. I can take care of it.
Azura: Heehee. Don't tell me you saw a spider again. Or a worm, maybe?
Ignatius: It was a spider riding a worm. If it had just been a spider OR a worm, I could have handled it—I swear!
Azura: It's OK, Ignatius. We all have our phobias. Do you want me to take care of it?
Ignatius: Yes, but...please do NOT squish them. Just take them somewhere far, far away. This will be the last time—I promise.
Azura: I'm sure it will. But just in case it isn't, I'll always have time to help my son.
Ignatius: I know. I really am working up the courage to handle my own bugs, you know?
Azura: You'll get there someday. But until that day comes... you can come to me anytime to stomp on those scary bugs for you.
Ignatius: No, I said DON'T squish them! I don't want bug guts on my things!
B Support
Ignatius: Good day, Mother. Do you have a moment?
Azura: Always. What's wrong, Ignatius? Is something crawling around in your tent again?
Ignatius: No! I told you, I'm going to deal with my own bugs from now on. Why, just the other day a ladybug landed on my forearm... And, through gritted teeth, I was able to gently brush it away.
Azura: That's wonderful! But if it's not an insect problem, then what's troubling you?
Ignatius: Well, it is about my tent. There's something wrong with it.
Azura: Oh dear, it's not leaky, is it? I'd hate for you to catch a chill.
Ignatius: No, the fabric is intact. It's just... I believe my tent is haunted. As I was drifting off to sleep, I was sure I could see a face staring at me!
Azura: Heehee... A face, you say? You're sure it wasn't a friendly caterpillar?
Ignatius: MOTHER! That's not funny.
Azura: My apologies, Ignatius. Do you think it's an evil spirit? Shall we drive it out?
Ignatius: I mean, I don't believe in evil spirits. I know they don't exist, but... What if they do?
Azura: Even if they do... I'd say you're a strong enough boy to make them think twice about haunting you.
Ignatius: I'm sorry. You're right. I shouldn't be afraid. I wish I wasn't so cowardly about these things.
Azura: Oh, Ignatius... Having a phobia doesn't make you a coward. No coward could do the things I've seen you do in battle.
Ignatius: Really? You mean that?
Azura: Absolutely. Never mind the ghosts and spiders—you're brave when it counts.
Ignatius: Heh. Well, thank you, Mother.
Azura: Speaking of bravery... Do you still keep those stuffed animals in your tent?
Ignatius: Yes, what of it?
Azura: Because it occurs to me there might be another explanation for a face in the night.
Ignatius: Oh. OH! Never mind.
A Support
Ignatius: Hello, Mother. I have something for you.
Azura: What a lovely charm. Is this one of the ones you made?
Ignatius: Yes. It's meant to bring you good luck.
Azura: I'll keep it with me always. What brought this on, if I might ask?
Ignatius: It's just... I don't want you to die.
Azura: Ignatius...
Ignatius: I know I shouldn't worry about it, but... I get scared every time you fight. If something were to happen to you...
Azura: I understand your concern. I fear for my own life sometimes, too. But I'm surrounded by so many people who support me that it all turns out OK.
Ignatius: Yes, and I know they'd never let anything happen to you. But I still worry. You're the only person who accepts me just the way I am. I...I just can't stand the thought of losing you.
Azura: Are you sure about that, Ignatius? I wonder if you aren't assuming people will be as critical of you as you are. I think you'd find if you opened up a bit more, they'd accept you with open arms.
Ignatius: You're right. Of course.
Azura: So you needn't be afraid of losing me. Even if the time comes for us to say good-bye... there will be others who care for you.
Ignatius: I know. I'll try to be stronger. I'm sorry if I worried you.
Azura: I've been worrying about you since the day you were born, Ignatius. It's what a mother does. You may as well apologize for the sun rising each morning.
Ignatius: I see your point. Just...promise me you'll live a long, healthy life, OK?
Azura: Anything for you, my love.
