Fates Supports/Camilla Ignatius(PC)
Ignatius: Hello, Mother. I was wondering if you could help me with something...
Camilla: Dearest Ignatius. What is it you need from your mother?
Ignatius: You know...now that I'm here it seems a little silly. Forget about it. I can take care of it.
Camilla: Oh, my child. You're not still letting a little spider or worm get to you, are you?
Ignatius: It's a spider riding a worm. If it had just been a spider OR a worm, I could have handled it—I swear!
Camilla: I worry about you sometimes. This is not the 1st time you've needed me to squish a bug. It isn't even the 10th.
Ignatius: Oh, gods... Please do NOT squish them. Just take them somewhere far, far away. This will be the last time—I promise.
Camilla: Oh, my child... You may put on a brave face for the rest of the world. But I am your mother, and you will forever be my baby boy. I'll always understand if you need to come to me for help.
Ignatius: I know. I really am working up the courage to handle my own bugs, you know?
Camilla: I don't doubt it in the slightest. Now then, where are these insects that need squishing?
Ignatius: No, I said DON'T squish them! I don't want bug guts on my things!
Ignatius: Good day, Mother. Do you have a moment?
Camilla: For you, dearest? Always. What is it? Another bug to vanquish?
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.
Camilla: Well done, dearest! But if that's the case... What's on your mind?
Ignatius: Well, it is about my tent. There's something wrong with it.
Camilla: Was it torn in a training exercise? I warned those soldiers not to get too close.
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!
Camilla: Oh, my. I can see where that might be disturbing. Eyes that never close...lips drawn in a tight line...nostrils flaring periodically...
Ignatius: MOTHER! That's not funny.
Camilla: Don't fret, dearest. I'll rid your tent of any evil spirit haunting it.
Ignatius: I mean, I don't believe in evil spirits. I know they don't exist, but... What if they do?
Camilla: Ha ha... You're just the scaredy-cat now that you were as a little one.
Ignatius: I'm sorry. You've always been so imposing. You must be disappointed to have raised a coward.
Camilla: I didn't mean it in a negative sense. Quite the contrary. Though you've grown into a brave warrior, the flashes of your old self make me smile.
Ignatius: Really? You mean that?
Camilla: Yes. Strange though it may seem, you'll understand once you're my age. And even then, you'll still be an adorable baby boy in my eyes.
Ignatius: Heh. Well, thank you, Mother.
Camilla: Come to think of it, whatever happened to the stuffed animals you kept? Do you have them still?
Ignatius: Yes, what of it?
Camilla: I was just reminiscing on their cute faces. Though I imagine in a certain light, they may not seem as cute.
Ignatius: Oh. OH! Never mind.
Ignatius: Hello, Mother. I have something for you.
Camilla: Ah! This is one of those charms you make as a hobby?
Ignatius: Yes. It's meant to bring you good luck.
Camilla: It's a lovely gift, dearest. What's the occasion, if I might ask?
Ignatius: It's just... I don't want you to die.
Camilla: Oh, my child...
Ignatius: I know I shouldn't worry about it, but... I get scared every time you fight. If something were to happen to you...
Camilla: My child... I wouldn't worry so much about that if I were you. Or need I remind you how many battles your mother has seen?
Ignatius: Yes, and I know how tough you are. 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.
Camilla: Dearest, you know that I care about you very much. But I am not so unique in that regard as you might think. Breathe deeply, try to relax, and think of all the people you know. At least some of them accept you as you are, no? There are so many darling people here that I would be shocked if none did...
Ignatius: You're right. Of course.
Camilla: So you needn't harbor these silly fears. Even when you and I say our farewells, your life will be full of those who care for you.
Ignatius: I know. I'll try to be stronger. I'm sorry if I worried you.
Camilla: Ha ha... I'm accustomed to it by now, dearest. Shall I count the ways in which I had to pick up after you when you were young?
Ignatius: Mother! I get it. Just promise me that you'll live a long, healthy life, OK?
Camilla: Well...not so long that I grow bent and wrinkled, one hopes. But yes, I promise that the two of us will spend many happy years together.