Fates Supports/Nyx Ophelia(PC)
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.
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.
Nyx: It's true. You could say that I became stronger after I was chosen.
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.
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.