Fates Supports/Camilla Ophelia(PC)

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C Support

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.

B Support

Ophelia: *sigh*

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.

Ophelia: Really?

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.

A Support

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.