Fates Supports/Peri Dwyer(PC)
C Support
Dwyer: Mother, I made you some coffee.
Peri: Wow, thank you, Dwyer! How thoughtful. Mmm. This is tasty, Dwyer! You're really really good at making coffee!
Dwyer: You mean it? I'm so happy you like it.
Peri: *sigh*... What a lovely aroma... It really is delicious. I think I like this brew better than the one your father makes.
Dwyer: Really? That's the best praise I could ever hope for. I should probably keep that to myself. He might get mad.
Peri: Really? I hope he wouldn't get angry over something so trivial. He might get a little jealous. Really jealous, probably.
Dwyer: That sounds much worse.
Peri: Hahaha! No kidding. He'd probably make me drink countless cups of coffee if he overheard us. At least until I relented and said his brew was better than yours.
Dwyer: Heh, you're probably right about that. That's not too hard to imagine. I still have more in the carafe. Let me know if you'd like another cup later.
Peri: OK! Thanks, Dwyer!
B Support
Dwyer: Hmm.
Peri: Are you worrying about something, Dwyer?
Dwyer: Oh, hello, Mother. No, nothing in particular.
Peri: Hmpf! You can't hide anything from me! After all, I am your mother.
Dwyer: Oh. Sorry.
Peri: I hate seeing you so gloomy. What's wrong?
Dwyer: It's just... I don't think I'm suited for the battlefield.
Peri: Huh? Why would you say that?
Dwyer: You know why. I hate getting into fights. All I would do is weigh everyone else down in the heat of battle.
Peri: Oh, Dwyer. Please, don't say that!
Dwyer: Maybe I should leave the army and be a butler or something.
Peri: No! That's not right at all.
Dwyer: Huh?
Peri: I can just feel that you need to be here.
Dwyer: Why?
Peri: Well, because you're kind.
Dwyer: No, I'm not.
Peri: Yes, you are. Don't fight it. Earlier, you lied just to try and keep me from worrying.
Dwyer: All the more proof that I have no business on the battlefield. There's no place for kindness there.
Peri: You're wrong about that, Dwyer. We need thoughtful people like you on the battlefield. Being able to think of others while in harm's way is very important. That's a rare quality in this world. I don't even know how to say it, but... I can just tell that you're supposed to be here.
Dwyer: ... Thank you, Mother. I'll try my best to help out my friends.
Peri: Really?! That makes me so happy! Let's just do our best! I'll protect you, Son.
A Support
Peri:
Peri: *sigh*...
Dwyer: Mother? Is something wrong?
Peri: Oh, Dwyer. It's nothing. I'm just feeling a little worn out. Don't worry about me.
Dwyer: Every son can see right through their mother's lies.
Peri: I guess that makes sense. You're right.
Dwyer: I might not be able to help, but I'm more than happy to listen. Please, talk to me.
Peri: Thanks, Dwyer. That's sweet.
Dwyer: So? What's up?
Peri: I've been thinking... I let you down as a mother.
Dwyer: Don't say that. It's totally untrue.
Peri: But... I said you belong on the battlefield.
Dwyer: Oh, you mean when I was worried the other day?
Peri: Yeah, exactly... A good mother would never encourage her own son to rush into danger. But I want to be with you! I'd be so sad if you went far away. But that's so selfish... I'm a terrible parent!
Dwyer: That's simply not true.
Peri: Huh?
Dwyer: You may have suggested that I stand and fight, but it was my choice to stay. Not yours.
Peri: Oh...
Dwyer: More importantly, I needed your wisdom. I feel like I might have put my friends in danger without your encouragement.
Peri: Dwyer, really?
Dwyer: Yes. I promise, you're not a failure. You're the best mother anyone could ever ask for.
Peri: R-really?! Oh, thank you, Dwyer!
Dwyer: Now, why don't I make some fresh coffee so you can relax and unwind.
Peri: Sure! I'm lucky to have such a sweet son!
