Fates Supports/Nyx Ignatius(PC)

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C Support

Ignatius: Hello, Mother. I was wondering if you could help me with something...

Nyx: I'll try. What is it you need?

Ignatius: You know...now that I'm here it seems a little silly. Forget about it. I can take care of it.

Nyx: Ah. A worm in your tent? Or is this one a spider menacing you?

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!

Nyx: Your history of crying to me when you spot an insect suggests otherwise. Where are these insects you want me to squish?

Ignatius: Oh, gods... Please do NOT squish them. Just take them somewhere far, far away. This will be the last time—I promise.

Nyx: Indeed? That is good news. But, child, I am your mother. You can always turn to me in times of need.

Ignatius: I know. I really am working up the courage to handle my own bugs, you know?

Nyx: Of course, child. But the question remains: Where are these bugs I must kill for you?

Ignatius: No, I said DON'T squish them! I don't want bug guts on my things!

B Support

Ignatius: Good day, Mother. Do you have a moment?

Nyx: Yes, I am unoccupied. What is it? That look on your face suggests another insect has wriggled into your tent.

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.

Nyx: Truly, you've come a long way. Well then, what is the matter?

Ignatius: Well, it is about my tent. There's something wrong with it.

Nyx: Oh? Is it in need of repair? The army has people for that, I believe.

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!

Nyx: Very interesting... Come with me. I'll get out my tomes, and we can attempt to distinguish it.

Ignatius: MOTHER! That's not funny.

Nyx: It was not meant to be. Identifying the specter is the first step in any exorcism.

Ignatius: I mean, I don't believe in evil spirits. I know they don't exist, but... What if they do?

Nyx: Ha ha ha... "If" they do? Your naiveté is always so touching.

Ignatius: I'm sorry. This isn't half as bad as some things you've seen. You must be disappointed to have raised a coward.

Nyx: Sulking doesn't become you, child. I am not disappointed, but rather amused. Some children grow mentally but never physically, while others, it seems... It interests me to see what parts of you haven't changed over the years.

Ignatius: Really? You mean that?

Nyx: Yes. It will become clear to you with time. But whether you change or not, you will always remain my child.

Ignatius: Heh. Well, thank you, Mother.

Nyx: I am suddenly reminded to ask... Do you still sleep as you did when young, with a stuffed animal tucked in one arm?

Ignatius: Yes, what of it?

Nyx: It was charming then and remains so now. But I wonder if their close proximity might explain a certain problem you have...

Ignatius: Oh. OH! Never mind.

A Support

Ignatius: Hello, Mother. I have something for you.

Nyx: This is handmade, yes? One of the charms you craft on occasion.

Ignatius: Yes. It's meant to bring you good luck.

Nyx: Thank you, child. But tell me...what caused you to believe I need good luck now?

Ignatius: It's just... I don't want you to die.

Nyx: Ignatius...

Ignatius: I know I shouldn't worry about it, but... I get scared every time you fight. If something were to happen to you...

Nyx: Things happen as they will. It is useless to be frightened of what may be.

Ignatius: Yes, and I know that, or I ought to. 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.

Nyx: Oh, child. It is touching that you would care for me so much. But we cannot remain together for eternity.

Ignatius: You're right. Of course.

Nyx: Still, you need not be frightened. There are many others besides me who will warmly accept you as you are. Perhaps even more warmly than I...

Ignatius: I know. I'll try to be stronger. I'm sorry if I worried you.

Nyx: You didn't. Or rather, no more so than usual. Worrying is part and parcel of motherhood.

Ignatius: Mother... Just promise me that you'll live a long, healthy life, OK?

Nyx: Ha ha... Of that you may be sure.