Fates Supports/Peri Ophelia(PC)
Ophelia: Mother, my situation is terribly dire.
Peri: Oh no! What happened, sweetie? Did someone hurt you?
Ophelia: A voracious beast stirs within me. It demands a hearty offering.
Peri: OH! I get it! You're just hungry, right?
Ophelia: Yes! You know me so well.
Peri: Heehee! Of course I do! After all, I'm 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.
Peri: Heehee! That'd be so much fun!
Ophelia: First we'd better quiet this grumbling in my belly.
Peri: OK! I'll whip up a tasty snack right away!
Ophelia: Let me help! What should I do first?
Peri: Can you find us some plates?
Ophelia: You bet! I predict that this will be the most delicio— AHH!
Ophelia: Mother! The way these plates shattered foretells a dire event in our future...
Peri: Hey! Ophelia, you really should apologize right away if you break something!
Ophelia: You're right. I'm sorry.
Peri: Ophelia, is something worrying you?
Ophelia: Ah, Mother. Of course you could tell. Chosen ones see everything, don't they?
Peri: You got that right! Now please, tell me what's up.
Ophelia: I've been wondering. Do you think I'll become a chosen one too?
Peri: Huh? Why do you ask?
Ophelia: Well, it's just that I'm not strong like you and Father.
Peri: Is that all? Don't worry so much! You'll be a chosen one someday too!
Ophelia: You don't know how I feel. You're so powerful already.
Peri: I wasn't always this way.
Peri: I'll let you in on a secret. I only became stronger AFTER becoming a chosen one.
Peri: Do you know who chose me?
Ophelia: Hmm. Fate? Or the gods maybe?
Peri: Nope! Good try. The truth is, I was chosen by you!
Ophelia: By me? How is that possible?
Peri: I became much stronger after you were born into this world. And I knew that, since I'm your mama, I'd have to protect you, no matter what!
Ophelia: Oh, I had no idea.
Peri: So don't you fret! I'm sure someday you'll become a chosen one, just like me.
Ophelia: Thanks, Mother.
Ophelia: Hi, Mother!
Peri: Ophelia, good morning! You look so cheerful today!
Ophelia: Thanks to you, I am! You pulled me free when I had sunk into a whirlpool of despair.
Peri: Oh! Glad to hear I helped!
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.
Peri: Huh? Why, honey?
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.
Peri: Heehee. That makes sense.
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.
Peri: OK! I'd be happy to instruct you, sweetie.
Ophelia: Thank you, Mother! Can we start with some chores?
Peri: We sure can. Let's see how you do with washing a few dishes.
Ophelia: All right. How about these ones here? AHHH!
Ophelia: Aw, I broke a plate. Again. I'm sorry, Mother.
Peri: Huh? Ophelia, you apologized right away this time!
Ophelia: Well, a true chosen one doesn't try to hide from their mistakes, right?
Peri: You got it! You're such a good girl.