Fates Supports/Camilla Dwyer(PC)
C Support
Dwyer: Mother, I made you some coffee.
Camilla: How sweet. Thank you, Dwyer! What a lovely aroma. This is delicious! You sure know how to make a flavorful pot of coffee.
Dwyer: You mean it? I'm so glad it tastes good.
Camilla: I do—it's really exceptional. Honestly, I think I prefer it to the coffee your father makes.
Dwyer: Really? That's the best praise I could ever hope for! I should probably keep that to myself. He might get mad.
Camilla: You think so? I don't know. Knowing him, I'd say it's more likely that he might act stubborn and jealous.
Dwyer: That actually sounds worse.
Camilla: Heehee. Right? I bet a never-ending stream of coffee would appear right before my eyes. He would keep the cups coming until I said his brew was better than yours.
Dwyer: Heh. That's not all that hard to imagine. I still have more in the carafe. Let me know if you'd like another cup later.
Camilla: Thank you, Dwyer.
B Support
Dwyer: Hmm.
Camilla: Something on your mind, Dwyer?
Dwyer: Hello, Mother. No, nothing in particular...
Camilla: Are you really trying to hide things from me? Your own mother? I can see right through you, dear.
Dwyer: Oh. Sorry.
Camilla: How about you let me hear what's on your mind, darling. Maybe I can help you out.
Dwyer: It's just... I don't think I'm suited for the battlefield.
Camilla: Why do you say that?
Dwyer: You know why. I hate getting into fights. All I would do is weigh everyone else down in the heat of battle.
Camilla: Oh, Dwyer, that's not true.
Dwyer: Maybe I should leave the army and go off to be a butler.
Camilla: You can't do that.
Dwyer: Huh? Why?
Camilla: This is your home, Son. You should be fighting here, with us.
Dwyer: Why?
Camilla: Because you're sweet and kind.
Dwyer: No, I'm not.
Camilla: You are. You just told a little white lie to try and keep me from worrying about you.
Dwyer: All the more proof that I have no business on the battlefield. There's no room for kindness there.
Camilla: You're wrong about that, Dwyer. Your kindness is needed on the battlefield most of all. I've seen you helping your friends even when it put you in danger. That's a very important thing to do, and it certainly isn't easy. When I look into your eyes, I can see that it's as natural as breathing to you.
Dwyer: I never thought of it like that. Thank you, Mother. I'll do what I can to help my friends.
Camilla: That's the spirit, dear. You should be proud of yourself. Just know that I'll always be here to protect you.
A Support
Camilla: What was I thinking...
Dwyer: Mother? Is something wrong?
Camilla: Oh, it's nothing. I'm just a little tired, is all. It's making my mind wander.
Dwyer: You know I can see right through your lies, right?
Camilla: Oh, my. Heehee. I suppose I shouldn't be all that surprised.
Dwyer: I might not be able to help, but I'm more than happy to listen.
Camilla: Thank you, dear.
Dwyer: So? Talk to me.
Camilla: I just... I feel like I'm a failure as your mother.
Dwyer: Don't say that. There's not a shred of truth to that statement.
Camilla: But I... I told you to fight. Said you belonged on the battlefield.
Dwyer: You mean when I was worried the other day?
Camilla: Yes. Mothers shouldn't encourage their children to fight. But I spurred you to run into the fray. To run toward danger. I have failed you.
Dwyer: Please, don't say that.
Camilla: Hm?
Dwyer: You may have suggested that I stand and fight, but it was my choice to stay. Not yours.
Camilla: That's true.
Dwyer: More importantly, I needed your wisdom desperately. I feel like I might have put my friends in danger without your encouragement.
Camilla: Oh, Dwyer. I had no idea.
Dwyer: You haven't failed me in the slightest. In fact, you're the best mother I could ever ask for.
Camilla: That means so much to me. Thank you.
Dwyer: Now, why don't I make some fresh coffee so you can unwind.
Camilla: How did I end up with such a thoughtful son? I'm sure lucky to have you.
