Fates Supports/Elise Ophelia(PC)
C Support
Ophelia: Mother! My situation is terribly dire...
Elise: Oh no! What's wrong, Ophelia?
Ophelia: Within my depths, a greedy beast stirs. It demands a hearty offering.
Elise: Heehee. Are you hungry?
Ophelia: Precisely! You know me so well.
Elise: Why of course I do! Your mother is a chosen one after all.
Ophelia: Y-you are?! Somehow...I always suspected. I have to admit, I'm a bit jealous. I wish I were a chosen one too! Then we could battle side by side!
Elise: Heehee. Wouldn't that be something!
Ophelia: First we'd better quiet this grumbling in my belly...
Elise: Right! How about I prepare you a nice, tasty lunch?
Ophelia: Let me help! What should I do first?
Elise: Could you grab us a few plates please?
Ophelia: Of course! In my mind's eye I can see that this meal will be... AHHH!
Ophelia: Mother! Oh dear! My shattered-plate fortune-telling reveals...
Elise: Now, Ophelia. The polite thing to do is apologize after you break something.
Ophelia: You're right. I'm sorry...
B Support
Ophelia: *sigh*
Elise: What's bothering you?
Ophelia: Wow, chosen ones really do observe everything. Of course you can tell...
Elise: Why not just say what's on your mind? You know I'm always happy to listen!
Ophelia: Well, I've tried to glimpse forward. Into the future... Oh, Mother! Do you think I will be a chosen one?
Elise: Why would you ever doubt yourself?
Ophelia: Well, it's just that I'm not strong like you and Father.
Elise: Ophelia, sweetie. Don't you worry. There is more to being a chosen one than strength alone!
Ophelia: You make everything appear so effortless.
Elise: I wasn't always so strong, Ophelia.
Ophelia: What do you mean?
Elise: My strength grew from becoming a chosen one.
Ophelia: Really?
Elise: Tell me, sweetie, do you know who chose me?
Ophelia: Hmm. Fate? Or the gods, perhaps?
Elise: Heehee! Good guess! No, I was chosen by you, sweetie.
Ophelia: By me? What do you mean?
Elise: Your birth gave me more strength than I ever thought possible. I realized I had to watch over you, no matter what.
Ophelia: Wow...
Elise: So don't you fret! One day, you'll be a chosen one, just like me!
Ophelia: Aww. Thanks, Mother.
A Support
Ophelia: Good morning!
Elise: Ophelia, you're practically glowing! Why are you so cheerful today?
Ophelia: Because of you, Mother! You pulled me free when I had sunk into a tide pool of despair.
Elise: That is a little melodramatic, sweetie. Glad to know I helped though!
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.
Elise: Why are you so motivated all of a sudden?
Ophelia: Generations to come should benefit from your wisdom. I want your help, Mother. I need to become stronger. With your guidance, I can develop the tenacity to back up my words.
Elise: Heehee! That's my girl!
Ophelia: I beg you! Teach me everything so I can carry on your proud tradition.
Elise: Well...it won't be simple. And I won't be easy on you, sweetie.
Ophelia: Oh, Mother! Thank you! Where should we start? Chores?
Elise: That pile of dishes looks like as good a starting place as any.
Ophelia: These ones here? Don't worry, I'll have these clea— AHHH!
Ophelia: Umm, Mother? I broke the dishes. Again. I'm sorry.
Elise: It's just a plate, sweetie. And hey! You apologized right away this time too!
Ophelia: Well, a true chosen one would never hide from their mistakes, right?
Elise: Heehee! Looks like you're already learning, Ophelia!
