Fates Supports/Beruka Ophelia(PC)
C Support
Ophelia: Mother, my situation is dire.
Beruka: How so? Are you OK?
Ophelia: A voracious beast stirs within me. It demands a hearty offering.
Beruka: Oh. You're just hungry?
Ophelia: That's right! You know me so well.
Beruka: Of course I do. I am a chosen one.
Ophelia: Y-you are?! Somehow, I always suspected. I have to admit, I'm a little jealous. I wish I were a chosen one too! Then we could battle side by side.
Beruka: Heh. I would love that.
Ophelia: First we'd better quiet this grumbling in my belly.
Beruka: Fine. I'll make you a quick meal.
Ophelia: Let me help! What do you want me to do?
Beruka: Hmm. Can you grab the bowls, please?
Ophelia: Of course! Leave it to me. AHH!
Ophelia: Mother! According to my shattered-bowl fortune-telling—
Beruka: Ophelia, just apologize for breaking the dish.
Ophelia: You're right. I'm sorry.
B Support
Ophelia: *sigh*
Beruka: What's on your mind, Ophelia?
Ophelia: Ah, Mother. Of course you could tell. Chosen ones see everything, don't they?
Beruka: Of course we do. Did something happen? I'm always willing to listen.
Ophelia: I've been wondering. Do you think I'll become a chosen one too?
Beruka: Why do you ask?
Ophelia: Well, it's just that I'm not strong like you and Father.
Beruka: Is that all? Ophelia, don't worry. You can certainly become one.
Ophelia: You don't know how I feel. You're so powerful already.
Beruka: I wasn't always like this, you know.
Ophelia: Huh? What do you mean?
Beruka: I became stronger after becoming a chosen one.
Ophelia: Really?
Beruka: It's true. Do you know who chose me?
Ophelia: Hmm. Fate? Or the gods maybe?
Beruka: Heh, not quite. No, I was chosen by you.
Ophelia: By me? How is that possible?
Beruka: I became stronger when you were born into this world, Ophelia. I knew that I'd have to protect you from harm, no matter what.
Ophelia: Oh, I had no idea.
Beruka: Don't worry so much. Someday you'll become a chosen one too.
Ophelia: Thanks, Mother.
A Support
Ophelia: Good morning, Mother!
Beruka: Why hello, Ophelia. You look so happy.
Ophelia: Thanks to you, I am! You pulled me free when I had sunk into a whirlpool of despair.
Beruka: Hmm, I see. Glad to hear you're feeling better.
Ophelia: Now that I have moved past that darkness, I need you to teach me everything. Battlefield strategy, culinary techniques... Whatever wisdom you can spare.
Beruka: Why the sudden interest?
Ophelia: Generations to come should benefit from your experience. I need your help, Mother. I must become stronger. With your guidance, I can develop the tenacity and skill to back up my words. Maybe then I could inspire and help people.
Beruka: Heehee, is that right.
Ophelia: Please, I just want to be an incredible chosen one, like you! Teach me everything! I'll soak up your knowledge like a sponge.
Beruka: All right, if you insist.
Ophelia: Thank you, Mother! Can we start with some chores?
Beruka: Sure. Why don't you wash that pile of dishes over there.
Ophelia: All right. You mean these ones right her— AHHH!
Ophelia: Umm, I broke a plate. Again. I'm very sorry, Mother.
Beruka: Hmm, well at least you apologized right away this time.
Ophelia: Well, a true chosen one doesn't try to hide their mistakes, right?
Beruka: That's true. You're learning already.
