Fates Supports/Gunter Jakob
C Support
Gunter: Hrmph. Still not good enough. This tea barely quenches my thirst. It doesn't even remotely bring me the calm it should.
Jakob: Tsk. You'll never fail to find something wrong with what I do, old man. I went out of my way to make this for you because you said you were thirsty.
Gunter: I'm only offering you constructive criticism.
Jakob: Don't treat me like a child. I don't need your help all the time.
Gunter: The state of your tea says otherwise. You should learn to accept the help of others in areas that you can improve upon.
Jakob: Why are you always starting these arguments, old man? It's like you want to fight with me.
Gunter: You could do with losing that defiant attitude as well. I suppose that is where we'll begin today.
Jakob: Wha—?! Are you serious?!
Gunter: It is the only way you'll learn to respect your elders.
Jakob: Leave me alone, old man! Go make your own tea!
B Support
Gunter: Hrm.
Jakob: Why are you staring at me like that? Looking to criticize my posture?
Gunter: No, I was just remembering the day you first came to the Northern Fortress...
Jakob: Pfft, why focus on the past like that? There are much more important things you could be doing with your time.
Gunter: Reflecting on the past helps you realize how far you've come. You were a little urchin not even capable of polishing a floor when you first arrived.
Jakob: Hey, old man—I was just a little kid, and those floors were huge.
Gunter: Despite that, you devoted all your energy to getting better.
Jakob: It didn't change anything though, remember?
Gunter: ...
Jakob: No matter how hard you try, you can't just force someone to learn a skill.
Gunter: Indeed. And because of the trouble you had, it was clear you felt very alone.
Jakob: Indeed. But then I met Lord/Lady Avatar. He/She decided to take care of me, even though I couldn't do anything properly.
Gunter: He/She probably saw a bit of himself/herself in you, since he/she was also largely alone.
Jakob: His/Her acceptance of me made me very happy. I finally felt a sense of belonging... Your training, on the other hand, was a different story entirely, old man. Just thinking about it now makes me angry.
Gunter: That's because it required an incredible amount of hard work. Turning you into a first-rate butler was no easy task.
Jakob: Ah ha!
Gunter: What? What is it?
Jakob: You just called me a first-rate butler. You can't take that back.
Gunter: Hrm. I will admit that you are as loyal as they come. And you're capable of working hard. I still believe you have a great deal of work to do, though.
Jakob: You never give any ground, do you?
A Support
Gunter: Hello, Jakob.
Jakob: Old man. Are you here to lecture me some more? Was the last pot of tea too strong? Are there minor wrinkles in my clothes?
Gunter: No, nothing like that. Just...keep protecting Lord/Lady Avatar.
Jakob: Obviously. You will never need to remind me of my responsibility. What is this about?
Gunter: There's no deeper meaning. Just promise me—no matter what comes— that you will protect Lord/Lady Avatar.
Jakob: Of course... What's gotten into you, old man? Don't tell me death is knocking at your door.
Gunter: Heh... You know, there are some who can pull off being ill mannered to seem cool... You've never been one of those people.
Jakob: Tsk. I'm polite and proper when I need to be. I've never been rude to Lord/Lady Avatar!
Gunter: Heh, I suppose that is true... Forget I said anything.
Jakob: Hrmph... Are you really all right, though? Speak up if you're not feeling right. It'd be inconvenient for me if you died and left me on my own.
Gunter: Don't worry about that. I can't die until you're a proper adult. I wouldn't be able to bear that shame, even in the grave. At your current pace, though, that probably means I'll live forever.
Jakob: Hahah. You're clearly well enough to throw jabs my way—I'm not worried now.
Gunter: I am. I was looking forward to a break from training you. As it stands, I have a lot of painstaking work in my future.
Jakob: You'll never go easy on me, will you, old man?