Fates Supports/Hana Mitama(PC)

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C Support

Hana: Mitama! MITAMAAAA!

(Hana leaves)

Mitama: Nnnnnnghhhh...

(Mitama leaves)

Hana: MITAMA! I know you're in there! How long do you think you can keep this up? We have to go! We're both committed to attending the war council meeting today!

(Hana leaves)

Mitama: Shoo now, little fly / Leave Mitama to her sleep / Do not buzz so loud.

(Mitama leaves)(Gods above, stay my sword...)

Hana: MITAMA! You have to learn how the camp is run. ...Fine, then. You've forced my hand! I'm coming in.

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 just fall asleep at the table.

Hana: You're only tired because you were up all night reading poetry again! Sometimes I'm of half a mind to just lock all your books away for a while. Where did you even get this obsession?

Mitama: The answer is clear / A gift from Father did it / A brush and paper. I remember it like it was yesterday...

Hana: That can't be all. You can do a million things with a brush and some paper. You could have written stories, or kept a journal, or learned to draw. But you chose poetry.

Mitama: I must ponder this / Other paths I left untrod / Where did I begin?

Hana: It's a mystery, all right. None of your caretakers were poets.

Mitama: Oh! Mother, I just had a wonderful idea. Perhaps we should now / Try to solve this together / Mother and daughter.

Hana: No way, kiddo. You think I'm going to fall for that? You and I are going directly to the meeting. Now!

Mitama: My ruse discovered / I have no choice but to go / It was worth a shot.

B Support

Hana: Hey, Mitama. What are ya up to? And what's with all of the papers you've got scattered around?

Mitama: Sly old Memory / She leaves only threads behind / For us to follow.

Hana: Hm? What do you mean?

Mitama: I refer to the method of recovering lost time via a thread of memories. To reclaim the past, we must begin by seizing upon a single vivid memory. It will in turn unlock the others in the thread, leading back to one's destination. This being the case, I am looking for my very first poem. It is here somewhere.

Hana: Oh, so your first poem is the start of one of these threads then? So...where are you hoping it will lead you?

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.

Hana: Oh, I gotcha! You've been thinking about our last little chat. And you think that finding your first poem will tell us what drew you to poetry.

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.

Hana: How can I help?

Mitama: Well, perhaps if you— Ah! Wait! I may have found it / The Alpha of Mitama / Omega, my search.

Hana: Ooh, what does it say?

Mitama: Mother does not come / I count the days passing by / Days without number.

Hana: M-Mitama...is this really 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.

Hana: I'm so sorry, Mitama... I didn't— I never meant—

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.

Hana: Maybe. But maybe I could have done better, somehow. Anyways...we still don't know why you turned to poetry in particular for comfort. How about we write a letter to 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.

Hana: Er, maybe I should help with that. I think they'll appreciate fewer poetic tangents...

A Support

Hana: What? This can't be right.

Mitama: Mother? Is that the letter from my caretakers? Please, let me see it / Perhaps the source is revealed / The search now bears fruit.

Hana: Well...I'm not sure how to say this.

Mitama: What is it?

Hana: It says here that I'm the one who got you started on poetry.

Mitama: I don't understand / You have no great love for it / What else do they say?

Hana: I don't understand either. Give me just a minute, though.

Mitama: ...Yes?

Hana: 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 life's prime mover. 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 that means—

Hana: Yep. You have me to blame for this little passion of yours. And, more to the point, it looks like I have myself to blame for it too.

Mitama: Heehee. So it wouldn't really be right for you to make me stop, would it? Yourself the wellspring / Can the source of the river / Choose to flow uphill?

Hana: Haha! I admit defeat. But try not to let it get in the way of your duties, OK?

Mitama: Poetry and song / Daughter and mother allied / Invincible bond!

Hana: Haha. I think I like that one!