Fates Supports/Camilla Percy(PC)
C Support
Percy: Mom, I'm home! Is dinner ready yet?
Camilla: Welcome back, Percy. Dinner is on the table.
Percy: No time to wait! I'm gonna dig in.
Camilla: Now hold on just one moment. Have you washed your hands yet?
Percy: Oops, I forgot. I'll run and wash them.
Camilla: Heehee, slow down! There is plenty of food. Why are you in such a hurry today?
Percy: I have to eat fast... Every moment I'm not training is a missed opportunity. Eat fast, train fast! I need to get big and strong quickly. How else will I be able to keep you safe?
Camilla: So you're going to protect me? That's very sweet, Percy.
Percy: I promise, I'll never let anything bad happen to you. You can count on me!
Camilla: I know that. But please, take time to actually chew your food properly. You won't be able to get much training done if you have a stomachache.
Percy: Good point, Mom. For the time being, I'll train myself to eat quickly but efficiently.
Camilla: Teehee. Let's enjoy our meal.
B Support
Percy: Mom, I'm back!
Camilla: Oh my, Percy! Your knee is bleeding! How did you hurt yourself?
Percy: Fear not, Mom! This scratch is merely a symbol of my dedication to training.
Camilla: Oh, you poor thing... We have to disinfect this right away.
Percy: No, no, it's OK. I'm sure it will be fine if we leave it alone.
Camilla: That's not how injuries work. You have to clean and dress cuts to keep them from getting infected.
Percy: I'm fine, seriously. But if it will make you feel better...
Camilla: Parents can't help but worry about their children sometimes. Now hold still while I put the ointment on your scrape...
Percy: Youch! You didn't say that would sting! Can you try to be a little more gentle?
Camilla: Now, Percy, can't you bear a tiny amount of pain? How are you going to protect me if you're such a little weakling?
Percy: What? No, I was just...pretending! Yeah, I was totally just pretending it hurt. I can't believe you actually fell for that. Go ahead, put on more medicine. I can take it.
Camilla: Oh, silly, I only needed a tiny dab. So, how did you get this battle injury?
Percy: I was running down a mountain as fast as I could. But I lost my footing and tripped.
Camilla: And you only have this little scratch? You could have broken your neck! Do me a favor and quit training so recklessly, OK?
Percy: But... How can I get strong enough to protect you if I quit?
Camilla: I know how much this matters to you. It's very sweet that you want to protect me. But a true protector would never put themselves in harm's way for the thrill. You're being careless. You are the most precious thing in the world to me. Please understand, I just want you to be safe.
Percy: You're right... I'm sorry, Mom.
Camilla: That's a good boy. Now how about we enjoy our dinner?
Percy: Yay! All that tumbling made me hungry!
A Support
Percy: Hey, Mom...
Camilla: Oh, what's the matter? You seem so gloomy today.
Percy: I'm just not sure if I can actually get strong enough to protect you.
Camilla: Why would you ever think such a thing?
Percy: There are so many strong people all around the camp. Much stronger than me... What do I do if I come across a foe who is more powerful than I am? Thinking about that makes me lose confidence...
Camilla: Don't worry yourself over that. If you work really hard, you can be the strongest of all.
Percy: You're just trying to make me feel better...
Camilla: No, I'm not. Listen, I've seen how hard you've been training every day. Continue that effort, and someday you will be the strongest person in the world.
Percy: Someday isn't good enough. What if evil rears its head before I'm ready to defeat it?
Camilla: Please, don't concern yourself with that. I will watch over you until your training is complete. And when that day comes... you may protect me.
Percy: That sounds like a great plan. I'm gonna bust my tail and work even harder. Then no enemy will dare challenge me.
Camilla: I'll be there to cheer you on. And when you tire from training, come rest and I will sing you a lullaby.
Percy: That sounds great. Thanks, Mom!
