Fates Supports/Nyx Ophelia(PC)

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C Support

Ophelia: Mother, my situation is terribly dire.

Nyx: Tell me what's wrong, dear.

Ophelia: A voracious beast stirs within me. It demands a hearty offering.

Nyx: Ahhh, why not just say you're hungry?

Ophelia: Haha! You know me so well.

Nyx: Naturally. After all, I am a chosen one.

Ophelia: Y-you are?! Somehow I always suspected. I have to admit, I'm a little jealous. I wish I were a chosen one too! Then we could battle side by side.

Nyx: Heehee. That would really be something.

Ophelia: First we'd better quiet this grumbling in my belly.

Nyx: Yes, of course. I'll make us a nice lunch.

Ophelia: Let me help! What should I do first?

Nyx: How about finding a couple of bowls for us to use?

Ophelia: You bet! I predict that this will be the most delicio— AHHH!

Ophelia: Mother! Oh no! My shattered-bowl fortune-telling reveals a dire event in our future.

Nyx: Ophelia, just apologize for breaking the dish.

Ophelia: OK, you're right. I'm sorry.

B Support

Ophelia: *sigh*

Nyx: What are you fretting over, Ophelia?

Ophelia: Wow. Chosen ones really can see everything.

Nyx: You're right about that. Now why don't you tell me what's on your mind?

Ophelia: I've been wondering. Do you think I'll become a chosen one too?

Nyx: Why are you so concerned about that?

Ophelia: Well, it's just that I'm not strong like you and Father.

Nyx: That's it? Darling, it's fine. You can certainly become a chosen one.

Ophelia: You don't know how I feel. You're already so powerful.

Nyx: You know, I wasn't always this way.

Ophelia: Huh?

Nyx: It's true. You could say that I became stronger after I was chosen.

Ophelia: Really?

Nyx: Do you know who chose me?

Ophelia: Hmm. Fate? Or the gods maybe?

Nyx: Good guess, but no. It was you, Ophelia. You chose me.

Ophelia: I did?

Nyx: Having you granted me incredible strength. I knew that, no matter what, I had to protect you.

Ophelia: Oh, I had no idea.

Nyx: So you don't need to worry. I'm sure that one day you'll become a chosen one too.

Ophelia: Thanks, Mother.

A Support

Ophelia: Good morning, Mother!

Nyx: Hello, Ophelia. You look so cheerful today.

Ophelia: Thanks to you, I am! You pulled me free when I had sunk into a tide pool of despair.

Nyx: Oh my. Well I'm glad you're feeling better. That's wonderful, darling.

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.

Nyx: What's gotten into you? Why are you so excited all of a sudden?

Ophelia: Generations to come should benefit from your experience. I need your help, Mother. I must 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.

Nyx: 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.

Nyx: OK. If you insist, I'll impart what I can.

Ophelia: Thank you, Mother! Can we start with some chores?

Nyx: Sure. Let's begin by washing those dirty dishes over there.

Ophelia: All right! You mean these ones right her— AHHH!

Ophelia: Umm, I broke a plate. Again. I'm very sorry, Mother.

Nyx: You apologized right away this time.

Ophelia: Well, a true chosen one doesn't try to hide their mistakes, right?

Nyx: Heehee, that's true, dear.