Fates Supports/Charlotte Ophelia(PC)
Ophelia: Mother, my situation is terribly dire.
Charlotte: Oh no! What's wrong, Ophelia?
Ophelia: A voracious beast stirs within me. It demands a hearty offering.
Charlotte: Ohh, I understand. You're hungry!
Ophelia: You know me so well.
Charlotte: Well of course I do! 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!
Charlotte: Heehee. That would be wonderful.
Ophelia: First we'd better quiet this grumbling in my belly.
Charlotte: OK, OK! I'll go whip up something yummy.
Ophelia: Let me help! What should I do first?
Charlotte: How about you grab us a few bowls.
Ophelia: Sure thing! I've got it under contr— AHH!
Ophelia: Mother! These shattered bowls foretell a dire event in our future...
Charlotte: Ophelia, just apologize if you broke the bowl. It's the polite thing to do.
Ophelia: You're right. I'm sorry.
Charlotte: Ophelia, you look upset. Is something troubling you?
Ophelia: Chosen ones really do see everything, don't they?
Charlotte: You're obviously upset. Just tell me what happened. Maybe I can help.
Ophelia: I've been wondering something. Do you think I'll become a chosen one too?
Charlotte: Huh? Why would you ask me that?
Ophelia: Well, it's just that I'm not strong like you and Father.
Charlotte: Is that all? Don't worry so much! I have nothing but faith in you.
Ophelia: You don't understand how I feel! You're so strong already.
Charlotte: You know I wasn't always this way, right?
Ophelia: Huh? What do you mean?
Charlotte: My strength came after I became a chosen one.
Ophelia: Really? How is that possible?
Charlotte: Ophelia, who do you think chose me?
Ophelia: Hmm. Fate? Or the gods perhaps?
Charlotte: Nope! It was you, Ophelia. You chose me.
Ophelia: I did?
Charlotte: Your birth made me stronger than I ever thought possible. I wanted to protect you, make sure nothing bad ever happened.
Ophelia: Oh, I had no idea.
Charlotte: Everything will be fine, sweetie. In time, you'll be a chosen one too!
Ophelia: Thanks, Mother.
Ophelia: Hello, Mother!
Charlotte: Good morning, sweetie. You're looking cheerful today!
Ophelia: Thanks to you, I am! You pulled me free when I had sunk into a whirlpool of despair.
Charlotte: That's what I'm here for, silly.
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.
Charlotte: Why are you so excited all of a sudden?
Ophelia: Generations to come should benefit from your experience. I need your help, Mother. I must 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.
Charlotte: 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.
Charlotte: Listen, I won't be easy on you. But I'll train you to become a rough and tough warrior, just like me!
Ophelia: Thank you, Mother! Can we start with some chores?
Charlotte: Perfect. Why don't you wash those dirty dishes?
Ophelia: OK! You mean this pile here? AHHH!
Ophelia: Oh no! I broke a plate. I'm so sorry, Mother.
Charlotte: Hey! You apologized right away this time.
Ophelia: Well, a true chosen one doesn't try to hide their mistakes, right?
Charlotte: Heehee. At least you're learning!