Fates Supports/Felicia Mitama(PC)
Felicia: Mitama? Mitama!
(Mitama leaves)Mitama! I know you're in there! You have to get up! I've already committed us both to the war council meeting! You can't just miss it! You'll never understand how the camp is run under your sheets.
Mitama: Shoo now, Mother-fly / Leave Mitama to her sleep / Do not buzz so loud.
Felicia: Very funny, Mitama. Now, no more games. ...Very well, then. I will drag you out if I must.
Mitama: Please, honored Mother / My bed is warm; you are cold / Do not part us so... Besides, I am too tired to attend. I would only fall asleep at the table.
Felicia: You're only tired because you were up all night reading again. Sometimes I'm of half a mind to just lock all your books away... I do have to admire your dedication, though. I wonder where you got it?
Mitama: The answer is clear / A gift from Father did it / A brush and paper. I remember it like it was yesterday.
Felicia: That can't be all, though. You can do many things with a brush and some paper. Writing stories, keeping a journal, drawing, making notes—anything, really. But you chose poetry. Why is that?
Mitama: I must ponder this / Other paths I left untrod / Why did I begin?
Felicia: Hmm. Something must have happened when you were younger to expose you to it.
Mitama: Oh! Mother! I have an idea. Perhaps we should now / Try to solve this together / Mother and daughter.
Felicia: Yes, that sounds lovely— Oh! Wait! The meeting is starting! You were trying to trick me! We'll talk about this later. Right now, we have to go. Come on!
Mitama: My ruse discovered / I have no choice but to go / It was worth a shot.
Felicia: Mitama? What are you doing?
Mitama: Cryptic Memory / She leaves only threads behind / For us to follow.
Mitama: I mean that to reclaim the past, we begin by seizing upon a single vivid memory— a clue—which then reveals to us other memories. And we follow this thread of memories until the object of our search is found. This being the case, I am searching for my very first poem. It is here. Somewhere.
Felicia: And what are you looking to find at the end of this particular thread?
Mitama: Before there was verse / Mitama existed not / Wherefore Mitama? I wish to understand who I am. I was not myself until I learned poetry. If I find my earliest self, I find my current self. In the beginning, the end. Therefore, the search.
Felicia: Oh, I see. So you're looking for your first poem to find out why you started writing poems.
Mitama: Yes. How long 'til it's found? / In a blizzard of poems / A single snowflake. It has been many days. But I am determined.
Felicia: I'd love to hear it when you find it! Is there anything I can do to help?
Mitama: Perhaps if you— Ah! Wait! I may have found it! / The Alpha of Mitama / Omega, my search.
Felicia: What does it say?
Mitama: Mother does not come / I count the days with chalk lines / But my chalk grows short.
Felicia: Mitama...that was your first poem?
Mitama: Yes. I remember now. You'd become very busy, and my caretakers told me you couldn't come to visit. I began writing poems to comfort myself while you were gone. Left waiting for you / My world turned inward to verse / Structure to sorrow.
Felicia: I am so sorry, Mitama. Can you ever forgive me?
Mitama: Don't apologize / You had a duty, a cause / The world needed you. I am sorry. I didn't want to upset you. And I want you to know I understand. You fought to protect me. I know that now.
Felicia: Maybe...but maybe I could have done better by you... I don't know. Anyways, we still haven't figured out why you turned to poetry in particular. How about we write your caretakers?
Mitama: More clues to my past / Hidden in old memories / The search continues. Yes. They are bound to know something. I will draft a letter immediately.
Felicia: Er. Maybe I should write it, Mitama. I'm not sure they...um...appreciate your poetry to its fullest extent.
Felicia: Wh-what? This can't be right.
Mitama: Mother? Is that the letter from my caretakers? Please, let me hear it / Perhaps the source is revealed / The search now bears fruit.
Felicia: Well, I'm not really sure how to say this...
Mitama: What is it?
Felicia: It says here that I'm the one who inspired your interest in poetry.
Mitama: I don't understand / You have no great love for it / What else do they say?
Felicia: I don't understand either. Give me just a moment... Hm.
Felicia: Your caretakers say that I used to teach you the lyrics of the lullabies I sang you. You had trouble singing, so I taught you by reciting them. Eventually, you forgot they were songs, but you never forgot the lyrics themselves. And when you wanted to find more things like them, you naturally asked for poetry. Luckily, they had many books of traditional verses—tanka and haiku especially. Dozens, from the sound of it. And after that...well, the rest is history.
Mitama: Mystery dispelled / I know now the catalyst / My mother the cause. But to think that so much of my life has hinged on a simple misunderstanding... A single mistake / Like ripples on a still lake / Echoes across life. But this means—
Felicia: Yes...we have me to blame for your little interest.
Mitama: Heehee. So then it wouldn't be right for you to make me stop, now would it? Yourself the wellspring / Can the source of the river / Choose to flow uphill?
Felicia: I suppose you're right... I'm glad we finally solved the mystery, though!
Mitama: Poetry and song / Daughter and mother allied / Invincible bond! Heehee.
Felicia: I think I actually like that one, Mitama. Thank you!