Fates Supports/Nyx Dwyer(PC)
C Support
Dwyer: Mother, I made you some coffee.
Nyx: Well, thank you, Dwyer. Oh my, it has a wonderful aroma. This is fantastic. You are very skilled at brewing coffee.
Dwyer: Really? I'm so glad you like it.
Nyx: I do. In fact, I think you make coffee even better than your father.
Dwyer: Better than Father? That's the best praise I could ever hope for! I should probably keep that to myself. He might get mad.
Nyx: Really? I'd like to think your father wouldn't stoop so low. He would be a little jealous, probably. And I doubt he would let it go.
Dwyer: That actually sounds worse.
Nyx: Teeheehee. You're right. If he heard us talking, he'd probably force me to drink coffee until I got sick of it. Or at least until I told him his brew tasted better than yours.
Dwyer: Heh. Yeah that's not too hard to imagine. I still have more in the carafe. Let me know if you'd like another cup.
Nyx: Thank you, Dwyer.
B Support
Dwyer: *sigh*
Nyx: What's on your mind, Dwyer?
Dwyer: Hello, Mother. Um, nothing in particular.
Nyx: There's no use trying to hide things from me. I can see right through you. And that's not even because of my fortune-telling skills. A mother can always see when something is wrong with their child.
Dwyer: Oh, I'm sorry.
Nyx: Just tell me what's on your mind. I may look young, but I have oodles of life experience. I can probably even give you some good advice!
Dwyer: Well, it's just... I don't think I'm suited for the battlefield.
Nyx: Why do you think that?
Dwyer: You know why. I hate getting into fights. All I would do is weigh everyone else down in the heat of battle.
Nyx: Dwyer, that's not true.
Dwyer: Maybe I should just leave the army and be a butler or something.
Nyx: No, you can't do that.
Dwyer: Huh?
Nyx: Dwyer, I think you belong here.
Dwyer: Why?
Nyx: Why? Because you're kind.
Dwyer: No, I'm not.
Nyx: You are. You're a very sweet boy. Moments ago, you tried to keep me from worrying about you. You're always concerned with the well-being of other people.
Dwyer: All the more proof that I have no business on the battlefield. There's no place for kindness there.
Nyx: That's where you're wrong, Dwyer. A battlefield needs kindness most of all. You've always put your friends before yourself. That takes strength and innate courage. You can bring those qualities to the battlefield, Son.
Dwyer: ... Thank you, Mother. I'll do what I can to help my friends.
Nyx: Good. Have confidence in yourself. I'll always look after you.
A Support
Nyx: Oh no...
Dwyer: Mother? Is something wrong?
Nyx: No, I'm fine. I must be tired. Nothing for you to worry about.
Dwyer: I might not be a fortune-teller, but I am your son. I can tell when you're lying.
Nyx: Heehee. Is that so?
Dwyer: I might not be able to help, but I'm more than happy to listen. Please, talk to me.
Nyx: I appreciate the thought.
Dwyer: So? What's going on?
Nyx: I've just been thinking. I believe I've failed you as a mother.
Dwyer: Don't say that. It's simply not true.
Nyx: But... I told you to run into the battlefield.
Dwyer: You mean when I was concerned the other day?
Nyx: Yes, exactly. A mother should always worry about the safety of their children first and foremost. And I convinced you to fight. To risk your life. I'm an awful parent.
Dwyer: Don't say that. That's not true.
Nyx: Hm?
Dwyer: You may have suggested that I stand and fight, but it was my choice to stay. Not yours.
Nyx: Hmm.
Dwyer: More importantly, I needed your wisdom. I feel like I might have put my friends in danger without your encouragement.
Nyx: Really?
Dwyer: Yes. So, you're not a failure at all. You're the best mother I could ever ask for.
Nyx: Oh thank you, Dwyer. That's very kind of you to say.
Dwyer: Now, why don't I make some fresh coffee so you can unwind.
Nyx: OK, that sounds wonderful. I really am fortunate to have a kind son like you.
