Fates Supports/Mozu Mitama(PC)
C Support
Mozu: Mitamaaa ♪ Oh, Mitaaamaaaaaaa...
(Mozu leaves)
Mitama: Nnnngh...
(Mitama leaves)
Mozu: Mitama! I know you're in there! The war council meeting is in 10 minutes! We need to get going. Now! Come on! Get up!
(Mozu leaves)
Mitama: Shoo now, little fly / Leave Mitama to her sleep / Do not buzz so loud.
(Mitama leaves)
Mozu: Har har, Mitama. You're a bona fide riot. Now, no more games. You're already committed to go. You can't just not attend! What'll folks think? ...Mitama! Are you going to make me come in there and drag you out?!
Mitama: Please, honored Mother / My bed is warm; you are cold / Do not part us so...
Mozu: You're only tired because you were up all night reading poetry again. You know, I'm of half a mind to lock up all your books until you learn better. What on earth got you onto that blasted stuff, anyway?
Mitama: The answer is clear / A gift from Father did it / A brush and paper. I remember it like it was yesterday.
Mozu: Poetry ain't the only thing a brush and paper are good for though. You could have kept a journal or written stories or learned to draw or something.
Mitama: I must ponder this / Other paths I left untrod / Where did I begin?
Mozu: I reckon it was something that happened when you were just a little one.
Mitama: Mother! Perhaps we should now / Try to solve this together / Mother and daughter.
Mozu: Don't you try and get one over on me! I know what you're up to. Now get a move on. We're going to that meeting. Now.
Mitama: My ruse discovered / I have no choice but to go / It was worth a shot.
B Support
Mozu: Hey, Mitama. What are you up to?
Mitama: Cryptic Memory / She leaves only threads behind / For us to follow.
Mozu: Hm? What are you talking about?
Mitama: To reclaim the past, we begin by seizing upon a single vivid memory—a clue. This in turn reveals other connected memories to us, forming a thread. And we follow this thread until the object of our search is found. My first poem is the beginning of one such thread. And it is here. Somewhere.
Mozu: And what is the object of this particular search of yours?
Mitama: Before there was verse / Mitama existed not / Wherefore Mitama? I want to understand why I am who I am. And 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.
Mozu: Ah, I gotcha. You've been thinking about our last conversation. And you think your first poem will help you learn what got you into poetry. Have you found it?
Mitama: No. How long 'til it's found? / In a blizzard of poems / A single snowflake. It has been many days. But I am determined.
Mozu: Is there any way I can help?
Mitama: Perhaps if you could— Ah! Wait! I may have found it / The Alpha of Mitama / Omega, my search.
Mozu: Ooh! Read it! Read it!
Mitama: Mother does not come / I count the days as they pass / Days without number.
Mozu: Mitama... This is 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.
Mozu: I-I'm so sorry, Mitama. I can't imagine what you went through...
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.
Mozu: Maybe...but maybe I could have done better. Anyways, we still haven't figured out why you turned to poetry in particular. How about we write your caretakers? Reckon they've gotta know something.
Mitama: More clues to my past / Hidden in old memories / The search continues. You are right. I will draft a letter immediately.
Mozu: Er...maybe I should help with that. I reckon they'd appreciate fewer poetic flourishes...
A Support
Mozu: Well, I'll be!
Mitama: Mother? Is that the letter from my caretakers? Please, let me see it / Perhaps the source is revealed / The search now bears fruit.
Mozu: Well, it's kind of funny, actually.
Mitama: What is it?
Mozu: It says here that you got your love of poetry from me.
Mitama: I don't understand / You have no great love for it / What else do they say?
Mozu: I'm not sure I understand either. Give me just a second, though... Hm.
Mitama: Yes?
Mozu: 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 mother the cause. 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 this means—
Mozu: Yep. You've got Mother to blame for this little obsession of yours. And more to the point, your mother has herself to blame...
Mitama: Heehee. So it wouldn't be right for you to take my books away, would it? Yourself the wellspring / Can the source of the river / Choose to flow uphill?
Mozu: I figure you've got me there. But maybe try not to sleep through too many meetings, all right, dear?
Mitama: Poetry and song / Daughter and mother allied / Invincible bond!
Mozu: What a wonderful poem! I think that's my favorite one yet!
