Fates Supports/Elise Dwyer(PC)
C Support
Dwyer: Mother, I made you some coffee.
Elise: Oh, really? Thanks, Dwyer! Wow, this is amazing! You make such remarkable coffee!
Dwyer: You mean it? I'm so glad you like the brew.
Elise: I really do! Honestly, I think it's even better than the kind your father makes.
Dwyer: That's high praise! I should probably keep that to myself. It might make Father angry.
Elise: Really? I don't think he'd get mad. But... I bet he'd get really crazy jealous.
Dwyer: That sounds much worse.
Elise: Hahahaha! True! I bet if he heard us talking, he would make me sample cup after cup of his brew. At least until I said I liked his coffee much better than yours.
Dwyer: Heh. Yeah, that's not too hard to imagine. I still have more in the carafe. Let me know if you'd like another cup later.
Elise: OK! Thank you, Dwyer.
B Support
Dwyer: *sigh*
Elise: Why the long face, Dwyer? Are you worried about something?
Dwyer: Oh, hello, Mother. No, nothing in particular. I'm fine.
Elise: Ha! I'm your mother. I can always tell when you're lying.
Dwyer: Oh. Sorry.
Elise: Just spit it out! Maybe I can even give you some advice.
Dwyer: It's just... I don't think I'm suited for the battlefield.
Elise: Why do you say that?
Dwyer: You know why. I hate getting into fights. All I would do is weigh everyone else down in the heat of battle.
Elise: Oh, Dwyer, don't say that.
Dwyer: Maybe I should just leave the army and go off to be a butler or something.
Elise: You can't do that.
Dwyer: Huh?
Elise: You belong here.
Dwyer: Why?
Elise: Because you're kind.
Dwyer: No, I'm not.
Elise: Yes, you are! Moments ago you lied only to keep me from worrying about you. You can't help but think of other people.
Dwyer: All the more proof that I have no business on the battlefield. There's no place for kindness there...
Elise: You're wrong about that, Dwyer. Kindness is needed especially because it's a battlefield. Protecting your friends in spite of danger is very noble. It's a skill that doesn't come easy to most people, but it's incredibly important. You understand what I mean, right?
Dwyer: Thank you, Mother. I'll do what I can to assist my allies.
Elise: That's what I like to hear! I'll always be here to watch out for you.
A Support
Elise: Hmm...
Dwyer: Mother? Is something wrong?
Elise: Huh? Oh, nothing at all. I'm great! I think I'm just tired. Don't you worry about me.
Dwyer: As your son, I can see right through your lies.
Elise: Heehee... Is that right?
Dwyer: I might not be able to help, but I'm more than happy to listen.
Elise: Thank you, Dwyer. That's very kind.
Dwyer: So? What's up?
Elise: I just... I might be a horrible mother.
Dwyer: Don't even say that.
Elise: I basically told you... that you belong on the battlefield.
Dwyer: You mean when I was worried the other day?
Elise: Yeah. A real mother's first and foremost concern should be her child's safety, right? But I tell you to risk your neck in the war. No decent parent does that.
Dwyer: That's not true.
Elise: Huh?
Dwyer: You may have suggested that I stand and fight, but it was my choice to stay. Not yours.
Elise: Oh.
Dwyer: More importantly, I needed your wisdom. I might have put my friends in danger without your encouragement.
Elise: I had no idea.
Dwyer: So stop worrying. You have not failed me. You're the best mother any child could ever hope for.
Elise: Really? You mean it? Thanks, Dwyer!
Dwyer: Now, why don't I make some fresh coffee so you can relax and unwind.
Elise: I'm so lucky to have a thoughtful son like you.
