Fates Supports/Mozu Ignatius(PC)
Ignatius: Hello, Mother. I was wondering if you could help me with something...
Mozu: Sure, honey. Whatcha need?
Ignatius: You know...now that I'm here it seems a little silly. Forget about it. I can take care of it.
Mozu: Some old worm or spider find its way into your tent and give you the heebie-jeebies?
Ignatius: It's a spider riding a worm. If it had just been a spider OR a worm, I could have handled it—I swear!
Mozu: I don't mind taking care of it! I'm used to smooshing those little critters by now.
Ignatius: Oh, gods... Please do NOT squish them. Just take them somewhere far, far away. This will be the last time—I promise.
Mozu: Just like last time was the last time, right, honey? I'm your mother, and you're my child, and I deal with the bugs for you. Any mother worth her salt would do the same.
Ignatius: I know. I really am working up the courage to handle my own bugs, you know?
Mozu: Heehee... I heard you the first time. Just point the way to your tent, and we'll get that no-good critter smooshed.
Ignatius: No, I said DON'T squish them! I don't want bug guts on my things!
Ignatius: Good day, Mother. Do you have a moment?
Mozu: I sure do. Is there a bee in your bonnet?
Ignatius: No! I told you, I'm going to deal with my own bugs from now on. Why, just the other day a ladybug landed on my forearm... And, through gritted teeth, I was able to gently brush it away.
Mozu: Then what can I help you with?
Ignatius: Well, it is about my tent. There's something wrong with it.
Mozu: Is it drafty? Sometimes mice will chew at the seams, you know.
Ignatius: No, the fabric is intact. It's just... I believe my tent is haunted. As I was drifting off to sleep, I was sure I could see a face staring at me!
Mozu: A face, huh? Was it a cute face? Maybe you got a secret admirer!
Ignatius: MOTHER! That's not funny.
Mozu: Well, if you want, I can come and help exorcise your ghoulfriend.
Ignatius: I mean, I don't believe in evil spirits. I know they don't exist, but... What if they do?
Mozu: Heehee... It tickles me how you're not scared of anything but bugs and ghosts. It's been the same ever since you were knee high.
Ignatius: I'm sorry. I know you'd never flinch at this. You must be disappointed to have raised a coward.
Mozu: I don't see anything to be sorry about. A mother likes to see things that remind her that her son is still her son.
Ignatius: Really? You mean that?
Mozu: I sure do! Someday you'll look at your own kids and feel the same way. "That's my girl," you'll think, just like I look at you and think "that's my boy."
Ignatius: Heh. Well, thank you, Mother.
Mozu: I remember how you used to cry to let go of your stuffed animals. You still have those?
Ignatius: Yes, what of it?
Mozu: Nothing! Just struck me that if your tent is feeling crowded at night...
Ignatius: Oh. OH! Never mind.
Ignatius: Hello, Mother. I have something for you.
Mozu: A gift? For me? Ooh, this looks handmade!
Ignatius: Yes. It's a charm, meant to bring you good luck.
Mozu: Thanks, honey! Seems a little out of the blue, though.
Ignatius: It's just... I don't want you to die.
Ignatius: I know I shouldn't worry about it, but... I get scared every time you fight. If something were to happen to you...
Mozu: Oh, honey... You know I'd never let what happened to me happen to my own child.
Ignatius: Yes, and I know you've become a formidable fighter. But I still worry. You're the only person who accepts me just the way I am. I...I just can't stand the thought of losing you.
Mozu: That's crazy talk! Don't you know how many other people around here are wild about you? Am I really the only one who comes to mind when you think of people who care for you? If I am, you've got a surprise in store!
Ignatius: You're right. Of course.
Mozu: So don't sweat it, honey. If the worst happens, and you lose me... You'll come to find out you can make it through just fine. And it'll be thanks to all the good folk around you, helping you pick up the pieces.
Ignatius: I know. I'll try to be stronger. I'm sorry if I worried you.
Mozu: Heehee... I've been your mother so long that it's just water off a duck's back.
Ignatius: Very well... Just promise me that you'll live a long, healthy life, OK?
Mozu: I'll do what I can!