Fates Supports/Sakura Mitama(PC)
C Support
Sakura: Mitama? Mitama!
(Sakura leaves)
Mitama: Urrrnnggghhh...
(Mitama leaves)
Sakura: Mitama, how long do you think you can stay holed up in there? Your attendance is required at the next war council meeting. Please come out!
(Sakura leaves)
Mitama: Please apologize / Tell them I am feeling poor / I'll come tomorrow.
(Mitama leaves)
Sakura: I'm not falling for that excuse a second time! Come on, Mitama. Don't make me drag you out. ...Fine! I'm coming in!
Mitama: Please, honored Mother / I beg you to have pity / On pitiful me. I am too tired to attend the meeting. I will just fall asleep at the table.
Sakura: You're only that tired because you stayed up all night reading poetry again! Sometimes I'm of half a mind to just lock all your books away for a while. Such a strange obsession. I wonder where you got it...
Mitama: The answer is clear / A gift from Father did it / A brush and paper. I remember it like it was yesterday.
Sakura: That can't be it. You can do a million things with a brush and some paper. You could have written stories or kept a journal, or chosen to draw. But you chose poetry.
Mitama: I must ponder this / Other paths I left untrod / Why did I begin?
Sakura: Something must have happened when you were quite little.
Mitama: Oh! I have an idea! Perhaps we should now / Try to solve this together / Mother and daughter.
Sakura: That sounds wonderful! Maybe we could— Oh no, I almost forgot about the meeting! Were you— Never mind. It doesn't matter. You must get ready to go. Quickly! Come on! Hurry, hurry!
Mitama: (My ruse discovered / I have no choice but to go / It was worth a shot.)
B Support
Sakura: Hello, Mitama. What are you up to? And why are these papers everywhere?
Mitama: Sly old Memory / She leaves only threads behind / For us to follow.
Sakura: I'm not sure what you mean... *sigh* As always.
Mitama: I am referring to the recovery of lost time via a thread of memories. To reclaim the past, we must begin by seizing upon a single vivid memory. It, in turn, will unlock the others in the thread, leading back to one's destination. This being the case, I am looking for my very first poem. It is here somewhere.
Sakura: Oh, so your first poem is the end of one of these threads? Where, then, are you hoping this thread will lead you?
Mitama: Before there was verse / Mitama existed not / Wherefore Mitama? I wish to understand who I am. I was not myself until I learned poetry. If I find my earliest self, I find the "why" of my now-self. In the beginning, the end. Therefore, the search.
Sakura: I see. You've been thinking about our last conversation. And you think that finding your first poem will tell you what drew you to poetry.
Mitama: Yes. How long 'til it's found? / In a blizzard of poems / A single snowflake. It has been many days. But I am determined.
Sakura: Is there any way I can help?
Mitama: Well, perhaps if you could— Ah! Wait! I may have found it / The Alpha of Mitama / Omega, my search.
Sakura: Oh, what does it say?
Mitama: Mother does not come / I count the days passing by / Days without number.
Sakura: M-Mitama...is this really your first poem?
Mitama: Yes. I remember now. You'd become very busy, and my caretakers told me you couldn't come to visit. I began writing poems to comfort myself while you were gone. Left waiting for you / My world turned inward to verse / Structure to sorrow.
Sakura: I'm so sorry, Mitama. Can you ever forgive me?
Mitama: Don't apologize / You had a duty, a cause / The world needed you. I am sorry. I didn't want to upset you. And I want you to know I understand. You fought to protect me. I know that now.
Sakura: Maybe. But maybe I could have done better, somehow. Anyways...we still don't know why you turned to poetry in particular for comfort. How about we write a letter to your caretakers? They might know something.
Mitama: More clues to my past / Hidden in old memories / The search continues. Yes, you are right. I will draft a letter immediately.
Sakura: Er. Maybe I should help with that. I think they might appreciate a letter with fewer poetic tangents...
A Support
Sakura: What? This can't be right.
Mitama: Mother? Is that the letter from my caretakers? Please, let me hear it / Perhaps the source is revealed / The search now bears fruit.
Sakura: Well...I'm not sure how to say this.
Mitama: What is it?
Sakura: It says here that I'm the one who got you started on poetry.
Mitama: I don't understand / You have no great love for it / What else do they say?
Sakura: I don't understand either. Give me a moment, though.
Mitama: ...Yes?
Sakura: Your caretakers say that I used to teach you the lyrics of the lullabies I sang you. You had trouble singing, so I taught you by reciting them. Eventually, you forgot they were songs, but you never forgot the lyrics themselves. And when you wanted to find more things like them, you naturally asked for poetry. Luckily, they had many books of traditional verses—tanka and haiku especially. Dozens, from the sound of it. And after that...well, the rest is history.
Mitama: Mystery dispelled / I know now the catalyst / My life's prime mover. And to think that so much of my life has hinged on a simple misunderstanding... A single mistake / Like ripples on a still lake / Echoes across life. But that means—
Sakura: Yes. It looks like the source of your love for poetry was me.
Mitama: So it wouldn't really be right for you to scold me for it now, would it? Yourself the wellspring / Can the source of the river / Choose to flow uphill?
Sakura: Teehee. I admit defeat. But that doesn't get you out of the war council meetings!
Mitama: Poetry and song / Daughter and mother allied / Invincible bond!
Sakura: Heehee. I think that one's my favorite so far!
