Fates Supports/Oboro Ignatius(PC)
Ignatius: Hello, Mother. I was wondering if you could help me with something...
Oboro: Oh, hi, Ignatius. Sure, what do you need?
Ignatius: You know...now that I'm here it seems a little silly. Forget about it. I can take care of it.
Oboro: Heehee... Having bug problems again? What is it this time? Wait, no, let me guess—a spider on the ceiling. Or a worm under your bedroll?
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!
Oboro: Well, spider, worm, whatever's bugging you, I'll squish it whenever you need me to.
Ignatius: Oh, gods... Please do NOT squish them. Just take them somewhere far, far away. This will be the last time—I promise.
Oboro: You don't have to put on a brave face for me, you know. I'm your mother. No one knows better than me what you can handle and what freaks you out. If you ever need help, ask, OK?
Ignatius: I know. I really am working up the courage to handle my own bugs, you know?
Oboro: Heehee. Keep telling yourself that. And excuse me while I go swat some bugs.
Ignatius: No, I said DON'T squish them! I don't want bug guts on my things!
Ignatius: Good day, Mother. Do you have a moment?
Oboro: Sure I do. What's up? Not another bug, I hope.
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.
Oboro: So what's the problem?
Ignatius: Well, it is about my tent. There's something wrong with it.
Oboro: You know, I agree. It's a dreadful color for you. And that cheap canvas! I wouldn't be surprised if it was worn clear through!
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!
Oboro: Hahaha... Did it pierce into your soul? Could it see all your darkest secrets?
Ignatius: MOTHER! That's not funny.
Oboro: OK, OK, I've had my fun. Let's go face off with that ghost.
Ignatius: I mean, I don't believe in evil spirits. I know they don't exist, but... What if they do?
Oboro: Heh... You're still a kid when it comes to spooky stuff, huh?
Ignatius: I'm sorry. I ought to know better. It's just, when it's dark...and I'm alone...
Oboro: Oh, I wasn't trying to bust your chops! I'm actually happy. It's good to know that some things never change.
Ignatius: Really? You mean that?
Oboro: Of course. The day's probably not far off when you'll see what I mean. So keep on being my cute widdle Ignatius for now, OK?
Ignatius: Heh. Well, thank you, Mother.
Oboro: You know what else I remember about when you were young? Those stuffed animals. Do you still keep those around?
Ignatius: Yes, what of it?
Oboro: Some of those things had pretty creepy faces, don't you think?
Ignatius: Oh. OH! Never mind.
Ignatius: Hello, Mother. I have something for you.
Oboro: A wooden charm? Did you make this just for me?
Ignatius: Yes. It's meant to bring you good luck.
Oboro: Thanks, Ignatius. Any particular reason you want me to have good luck?
Ignatius: It's just... I don't want you to die.
Oboro: I don't need a charm for that. I'll be fine!
Ignatius: I know I shouldn't worry about it, but... I get scared every time you fight. If something were to happen to you...
Oboro: You shouldn't dwell on things you can't control, Ignatius.
Ignatius: I know. And I know it's unlikely to happen. 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.
Oboro: I know how you feel, Ignatius. I mean, when I lost my parents, I thought the hole would never be filled. But then I met my foster parents, and my friends, and your father. Things got better. Just like they'll get better for you if anything ever happens to me.
Ignatius: You're right. Of course.
Oboro: So don't be so nervous. Even if I'm not around, there'll be someone you can be yourself with.
Ignatius: I know. I'll try to be stronger. I'm sorry if I worried you.
Oboro: Hahaha! It's a little late to start thinking about that. You hardly do anything BUT worry me. Just the other day, I noticed your form was—
Ignatius: Mother! I get it. Just promise me that you'll live a long, healthy life, OK?
Oboro: That's the plan!