Fates Supports/Mozu Ophelia(PC)
C Support
Ophelia: Mother, my situation is dire.
Mozu: Gosh, what's wrong, dear?!
Ophelia: A voracious beast stirs within me. It demands an offering.
Mozu: Ahhh. So in other words, you're hungry?
Ophelia: That's right! You know me so well.
Mozu: Course I do. After all, I'm a chosen one.
Ophelia: Y-you are?! Somehow, I always suspected. I have to admit, I'm a little jealous. If only I were a chosen one too! Then we could battle side by side.
Mozu: Heh... Now that sounds like fun!
Ophelia: We'd better quiet this grumbling in my belly first.
Mozu: Hold your horses. I'll make you some rice balls, OK?
Ophelia: Let me help! What would you like me to do?
Mozu: Can you grab those bowls off the shelf?
Ophelia: Of course! I've got it covered. AHH!
Ophelia: Mother! According to my smashed-bowl fortune-telling—
Mozu: Hey! You need to apologize right away when you break something.
Ophelia: You're right. I'm sorry.
B Support
Ophelia: *sigh*
Mozu: Ophelia, is something on your mind? You seem upset.
Ophelia: Ahh, Mother. Of course you could tell. Chosen ones see everything, don't they?
Mozu: Why not chat about it with me? Who knows? Maybe I can help you out.
Ophelia: I've been wondering something. Do you think I'll become a chosen one too?
Mozu: Huh? Why do you ask?
Ophelia: Well, it's just that I'm not strong like you and Father.
Mozu: Is that all? Stop fretting. You can certainly become a chosen one.
Ophelia: You don't know how I feel. You're so very powerful already.
Mozu: I wasn't always like this. You know that, right?
Ophelia: Huh? What do you mean?
Mozu: I became stronger after becoming a chosen one.
Ophelia: Really? How could that be possible?
Mozu: It's the honest truth, child. Tell me, do you know who chose me?
Ophelia: Hmm... Fate? Or the gods maybe?
Mozu: Good guess. No, the truth of the matter is I was chosen by you, Ophelia.
Ophelia: By me? I don't understand.
Mozu: I became stronger when you were born into this world. I knew I had to protect you, no matter what happened.
Ophelia: Oh, I had no idea.
Mozu: The point is, you don't need to worry. Someday, you'll become a chosen one too.
Ophelia: Thanks, Mother.
A Support
Ophelia: Good morning, Mother!
Mozu: Hello, Ophelia. You sound happy as a clam today.
Ophelia: Thanks to you, I am. You pulled me free when I had sunk into a whirlpool of despair.
Mozu: I'm happy to have helped! That's wonderful to hear.
Ophelia: Now that I have moved past that darkness, I need you to teach me everything. Battlefield strategy, culinary techniques... whatever wisdom you can spare.
Mozu: Huh? Why the sudden interest now?
Ophelia: Generations to come should benefit from your experience. I need your help, Mother. I have to become much stronger. With your guidance, I can develop the tenacity and skill to back up my words. Maybe then I could inspire and help people.
Mozu: Heehee, I see.
Ophelia: Please, I just want to be an incredible chosen one, like you! Teach me everything! I'll soak up your knowledge like a sponge.
Mozu: Very well. I reckon I can teach you a thing or two.
Ophelia: Thank you, Mother! Can we start with some chores?
Mozu: Sounds good. How about we get going with the dishes?
Ophelia: All right. This pile here? AHH!
Ophelia: Aw, I broke the plate. I'm sorry, Mother.
Mozu: Well, look at you, growing on up. You apologized right away this time!
Ophelia: Well, a true chosen one doesn't try to hide their mistakes, right?
Mozu: Darn straight, dear. Looks like you're already learning!
