Fates Supports/Effie Dwyer(PC)
C Support
Dwyer: Mother, I made you some coffee.
Effie: Oh, thank you. Mmm... It's so flavorful. You've got a real knack for brewing coffee.
Dwyer: Really? I'm so glad you like it.
Effie: I admit that I wouldn't mind a nice piece of carrot cake along with it, but still... This is good black coffee. Honestly, it might even be better than your father's.
Dwyer: Wow. Better than Father? Really? That's very high praise. I should probably keep that to myself. He might get angry.
Effie: You really think he'd get upset over a silly thing like that? Jealous. Incredibly jealous, maybe.
Dwyer: Ahhh... That actually sounds much worse.
Effie: Heehee. He can be a bit competitive. I bet if he heard me say that, he'd brew coffee all day long and force me to judge it. He'd probably keep going until he surpassed your cup.
Dwyer: Ha. That does sounds like Father. I still have more in the carafe. Let me know if you'd like another cup.
Effie: Will do. Thank you, Dwyer.
B Support
Dwyer: Hrm...
Effie: Hello, Dwyer. Is something on your mind?
Dwyer: Oh, hello, Mother. No, nothing in particular...
Effie: You know that I can always tell when you're lying, right?
Dwyer: Oh. You can always read me so well...
Effie: Talk to me. Who knows? Maybe I can offer you some handy advice.
Dwyer: It's just that...I don't believe I'm suited for the battlefield.
Effie: Why do you say that?
Dwyer: Mother, you know why. I hate getting into fights. All I would do is weigh everyone else down in the heat of battle.
Effie: Oh, Dwyer.
Dwyer: Maybe I should leave the army and go off to be a butler...
Effie: You can't do that.
Dwyer: Huh?
Effie: You belong here, Son.
Dwyer: Why?
Effie: Because you're so very kind.
Dwyer: No, I'm not.
Effie: You are. Don't try to deny it. Just a moment ago, you tried to spare me from worrying by telling a lie.
Dwyer: All the more proof that I have no business on the battlefield. There's no room for kindness there.
Effie: You're wrong about that, Dwyer. Kindness is needed there because it's a battlefield. For instance, it's kindness that propels one to sacrifice themselves for a friend... I know it comes naturally to you, but it doesn't to many others. And it's important. There is nothing braver in this world.
Dwyer: Thank you, Mother. I'll do what I can to help my friends.
Effie: Don't worry; I'll always be here to watch over you.
A Support
Effie: What have I done...
Dwyer: Mother? Is something wrong?
Effie: Oh, Dwyer. No, no, I'm fine. Just a little tired. You don't need to worry about me.
Dwyer: You know, a son can always see through their mother's lies.
Effie: Heehee. I suppose that's true.
Dwyer: I might not be able to help, but I'm more than happy to listen.
Effie: That's very sweet, thank you.
Dwyer: So? What's up?
Effie: I just... I feel like I've failed you as a mother.
Dwyer: That's not even a little true. Don't say that.
Effie: I told you to go out onto the battlefield.
Dwyer: Ah, you mean when I was worried the other day?
Effie: Yes, exactly. But a mother's first and foremost concern should always be her child's safety. What kind of person encourages her son to run into danger, to risk their life? I'm an awful mother.
Dwyer: That's not true at all.
Effie: Hmm?
Dwyer: You may have suggested that I stand and fight, but it was my choice to stay. More importantly, if I hadn't talked to you and received your advice... Well, your words about courage and bravery moved me. I may have put my friends in real danger if we hadn't spoken before.
Effie: Oh, Dwyer.
Dwyer: So please, don't worry. You're absolutely not a failure. You're the best mother that anyone could ever hope for.
Effie: ...Thank you. It's very reassuring to hear you say that.
Dwyer: Now, how about I make you a hot cup of coffee to help you relax.
Effie: You're such a thoughtful son.
