Fates Supports/Camilla Ophelia(PC)
Ophelia: Mother, my situation is terribly dire.
Camilla: Oh dear. What's wrong? Did something bad happen?
Ophelia: A voracious beast stirs within me. It demands a hearty offering.
Camilla: Oh! So you're just hungry then?
Ophelia: You know me so well.
Camilla: Well of course I do, Ophelia. After all, 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!
Camilla: Heehee. That'd be wonderful.
Ophelia: First, we'd better quiet this grumbling in my belly.
Camilla: I get the hint, dear. I'll make you a sandwich in a moment.
Ophelia: Let me help! What should I do first?
Camilla: What a kind offer. Can you find us a few plates, dear?
Ophelia: No problem! I've got it under contr— AHH!
Ophelia: Mother! Oh no! My shattered-plate fortune-telling has revealed a dire event in our future.
Camilla: Now, Ophelia, if you break a dish, the polite thing to do is apologize.
Ophelia: You're right. I'm sorry.
Camilla: Ophelia, sweetheart. What's on your mind?
Ophelia: Chosen ones really do see everything, don't they?
Camilla: Why don't you tell me what's on your mind? I'd love to help, if I can.
Ophelia: Well, I've been wondering something. Do you think I'll become a chosen one?
Camilla: Why do you doubt yourself?
Ophelia: It's just that I'm not strong like you and Father.
Camilla: Is that all, dear? Dont you worry. One day, you'll be a chosen one too!
Ophelia: How could you understand my feelings? You're already so strong!
Camilla: You know I wasn't always this way, right?
Ophelia: Huh? What do you mean?
Camilla: My power didn't come from being a chosen one.
Camilla: Take a guess. Who do you think I was chosen by?
Ophelia: Hmm... Fate? Or the gods perhaps?
Camilla: Heehee, good try. It was you, Ophelia. You chose me.
Ophelia: I-I did? How is that possible?
Camilla: Your birth gave me incredible fortitude. I knew that I had to protect you, no matter what happened.
Ophelia: Oh, I had no idea.
Camilla: So, don't you fret, dear. I know that one day you'll be powerful, just like I am.
Ophelia: Thanks, Mother.
Ophelia: Hello, Mother!
Camilla: Ah, Ophelia! You're in high spirits today.
Ophelia: Thanks to you, I am! You pulled me free when I had sunk into a tide pool of despair.
Camilla: I'm glad I could help you escape.
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.
Camilla: Wow. All that? Why are you so curious all of a sudden?
Ophelia: Generations to come should benefit from your experience. I need your help, Mother. I have to become much stronger. With your guidance, I can develop the tenacity and skill to back up my words. Maybe then I could inspire and help people.
Camilla: Heehee, I see.
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.
Camilla: Very well. Since you're so passionate, I'll impart what wisdom I can.
Ophelia: Oh, thank you, Mother! Why don't we start with some chores?
Camilla: Yes. Maybe something simple, like washing the dishes?
Ophelia: Let's start small. How about that pile over there? AHH!
Ophelia: Umm, I broke the dishes. Again. I'm very sorry, Mother.
Camilla: Oh my. Well, at least you apologized right away this time.
Ophelia: A true chosen one doesn't try to hide their mistakes, right?
Camilla: I'd expect nothing less from you, Ophelia. You're a very good girl.