Fates Supports/Felicia Ophelia(PC)
Ophelia: Mother, my situation is terribly dire.
Felicia: Wh-what happened, Ophelia?! Is something wrong?!
Ophelia: A voracious beast stirs within me. It demands an offering.
Felicia: Oh, you scared me. I get it now. You're just hungry, right?
Ophelia: Yes! You know me so well.
Felicia: Obviously I do. It's because I'm 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.
Felicia: Heehee. I look forward to that day.
Ophelia: First we'd better quiet this grumbling in my belly.
Felicia: Oh dear, of course! I'll make you some lunch right away!
Ophelia: Let me help! What should I do first?
Felicia: Would you mind preparing the bowls?
Ophelia: No problem! I predict that this will be the most delicio— AHH!
Ophelia: Mother! Oh no! My shattered-bowl fortune-telling reveals...
Felicia: If you break something, it's best to be honest about it and apologize right away...
Ophelia: You're right. I'm sorry.
Felicia: Ophelia, is something bothering you?
Ophelia: Ah, Mother. Of course you could tell. Chosen ones see everything, don't they?
Felicia: Won't you tell me what happened? Maybe I can help you.
Ophelia: I've been wondering something. Do you think I'll become a chosen one?
Felicia: Why couldn't you?
Ophelia: Well, it's just that I'm not strong like you and Father.
Felicia: That's all? Honey, it's OK. You'll become a chosen one, too.
Ophelia: You don't know how I feel... You're so powerful already.
Felicia: I wasn't always this way. You know that, right?
Ophelia: Huh? What do you mean?
Felicia: It's true. I became strong after becoming a chosen one.
Felicia: Tell me, do you know who really chose me?
Ophelia: Hmm. Fate? Or the gods maybe?
Felicia: No, nothing like that. I was chosen by you.
Ophelia: By me? How is that possible?
Felicia: Thanks to you being born, I became stronger than I ever thought possible. I knew I had to be tough to protect you, no matter what happened.
Ophelia: Oh, I had no idea.
Felicia: I know you'll be OK. You just have to believe in yourself.
Ophelia: Thanks, Mother.
Ophelia: Hi, Mother!
Felicia: Oh, hello, Ophelia. You're in a good mood today!
Ophelia: Thanks to you, I am! You pulled me free when I had sunk into a whirlpool of despair.
Felicia: Did I? Well I'm glad to hear it.
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.
Felicia: Why do you ask all of a sudden?
Ophelia: I've been thinking. Generations to come should benefit from your experience. I need your help, Mother. I must become stronger. With your guidance, I can develop the tenacity and skill to back up my words. Maybe then I could inspire and help people.
Felicia: Heehee. I bet you will.
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.
Felicia: OK, Ophelia! I'll instruct you. But I should probably start from the beginning.
Ophelia: Thank you, Mother! Can we begin with some chores?
Felicia: Yes. Why don't I show you how to wash the dishes first?
Ophelia: All right. Should I start with this pile here? AHHH!
Ophelia: Mother, I broke the plates. Again. I'm sorry.
Felicia: Oh? Well at least you were honest and apologized right away this time!
Ophelia: A true chosen one doesn't try to hide from their mistakes, right?
Felicia: Heehee. That's true, Ophelia.