Fates Supports/Hana Dwyer(PC)
Dwyer: Mother, I made you some coffee.
Hana: Oh! Thank you, Dwyer. Mmm! Wow, it's delicious! You really know how to make good black coffee.
Dwyer: You mean it? I'm so glad that you like it.
Hana: The aroma is divine. Honestly, you might be even better than your father at brewing coffee.
Dwyer: B-better than Father? That's the best praise I could hope for. I should probably keep that to myself. He might get mad.
Hana: Oh, I don't think he'd be upset. He might get jealous. And gripe about it a whole bunch.
Dwyer: That actually sounds much worse.
Hana: Ahaha! True! If he heard us, he'd probably make me drink cup after cup of coffee. At least until I said his brew was better than yours.
Dwyer: Heh. That's not all that hard to imagine. I still have more in the carafe, if you want another cup later.
Hana: All right! Thank you, Dwyer.
Hana: Something on your mind, Dwyer?
Dwyer: Hello, Mother. No, nothing in particular...
Hana: You can't hide things from me, Son. I'm your mother. I can see right through your lies!
Dwyer: Oh. Sorry.
Hana: Spill your guts. What's up? Maybe I can give you some advice.
Dwyer: Well, it's just... I don't think I'm suited for the battlefield.
Hana: What? Why is that?
Dwyer: You know why. I hate getting into fights. All I would do is weigh everyone else down in the heat of battle.
Hana: Don't say that.
Dwyer: Maybe I should leave the army and go off to be a butler.
Hana: You can't do that!
Hana: This is where you belong.
Hana: Because you're kind.
Dwyer: No, I'm not.
Hana: You sure are! A second ago you proved it by trying to keep me from worrying about you.
Dwyer: All the more proof that I have no business on the battlefield. There's no place for kindness there.
Hana: You're wrong about that. Kindness is needed more than ever during wartime. In times of great pain and suffering, we must show compassion. It won't be easy, but I know you can do it. And I think you know that as well.
Dwyer: I'd never thought about it that way. Thank you, Mother. I'll do what I can to help my friends.
Hana: That's the spirit! Let's both do our best! I will always be here for you. Right next to you every step of the way.
Hana: What was I thinking...
Dwyer: Mother? Is something wrong?
Hana: Oh, it's nothing. I'm just a little tired. Don't you worry about me.
Dwyer: You know a son can always see through their mother's lies, right?
Hana: Hahaha. Can they now?
Dwyer: I might not be able to do all that much, but I can at least listen.
Hana: That's very kind, Dwyer.
Dwyer: So? Talk to me.
Hana: I've just been wondering. Am I an awful mother?
Dwyer: Of course not! That's not even a little bit true.
Hana: I pushed you to participate in the war, Dwyer. To run into battle.
Dwyer: You mean when I was worried the other day?
Hana: Yes, exactly. Mothers should always aim to protect their children. Not encourage them to risk their lives in wartime. But I selfishly wanted to fight side by side. I'm a horrible parent!
Dwyer: That's simply not true.
Dwyer: You may have suggested that I stand and fight, but it was my choice to stay. Not yours.
Hana: I didn't think of it like that.
Dwyer: More importantly, if I hadn't talked to you and received your advice... I would have put my friends in greater danger. Your advice moved me.
Hana: Dwyer, I had no idea.
Dwyer: So, you're not a failure. In fact, you're the best mother anyone could ever ask for.
Hana: You mean it? Thank you.
Dwyer: Now, why don't I make you a hot cup of coffee to help you relax.
Hana: That sounds great! I'm sure lucky to have a thoughtful son like you.