Fates Supports/Selena Dwyer(PC)
C Support
Dwyer: Mother, I made you some coffee.
Selena: Huh, how thoughtful. Thank you. Oh my. It's delicious! Like, super delicious! You're fantastic at brewing coffee.
Dwyer: Really? I'm so glad you're enjoying it.
Selena: I am... *sigh* The rich aroma and robust flavor almost make the war feel far away. Honestly, I think this is even better than the coffee your father makes.
Dwyer: That's high praise! I should probably keep that to myself. It might make Father angry.
Selena: I don't think he'd get that upset. Maybe just a little jealous. Your father can be very childish sometimes.
Dwyer: Yeah, I would rather not deal with that.
Selena: Hahaha! True! I bet if he heard us talking, he would make me sample cup after cup of his brew. At least until I said his tasted better than yours.
Dwyer: Heh, yeah, that's not hard to imagine. I still have more in the carafe. Let me know if you'd like another cup later.
Selena: All right. Thank you, Dwyer.
B Support
Dwyer: Hmm...
Selena: What are you worrying about, Dwyer?
Dwyer: Oh, hello, Mother. Nothing in particular. I'm fine...
Selena: You really think you can pull the wool over my eyes? I'm your mother. Mothers can always tell when something is wrong.
Dwyer: Oh. Sorry.
Selena: Just tell me what's happening. I bet I can help you deal with whatever is troubling you.
Dwyer: It's just... I don't think I'm suited for the battlefield.
Selena: Huh? Why do 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.
Selena: Oh, Dwyer, that's not true.
Dwyer: Maybe I should just leave the army and be a butler somewhere.
Selena: You CAN'T be serious.
Dwyer: Huh?
Selena: Dwyer, you belong here.
Dwyer: But why?
Selena: Well, the truth is... it's because you're kind.
Dwyer: No, I'm not.
Selena: You are. The only reason you told that little white lie before was to keep me from worrying.
Dwyer: All the more proof that I have no business on the battlefield. There's no place for kindness there.
Selena: You're wrong about that, Dwyer. Kindness is needed specifically because it's a battlefield. That compassion and grace within you will be important, even when danger is near. Without that, it's impossible to get through the horrible pain of war. I think you understand what I mean.
Dwyer: ... Thank you, Mother. I'll do what I can to help my friends.
Selena: I'm glad you understand. Believe in yourself, Dwyer. After all, you are my son!
A Support
Selena: *sigh*
Dwyer: Mother? Is something wrong?
Selena: N-nothing, Son. I think I'm just a little tired. It's got nothing to do with you.
Dwyer: I'm your son. You know I can see through your lies, right?
Selena: Is that right? You sure are a cheeky boy.
Dwyer: I might not be able to help, but I'm more than happy to listen.
Selena: A-all right. Thank you.
Dwyer: So? What's up?
Selena: Well... Do you think... Have I failed you as a mother?
Dwyer: Of course not. Don't even say that.
Selena: But, I all but told you... that you belong on the battlefield.
Dwyer: Oh, you mean when I was worried the other day?
Selena: Yes. A decent mother would think of their child's safety first and foremost. And yet I told you to fight, to risk your life in combat. I'm a horrible mother.
Dwyer: That's not true.
Selena: Hm?
Dwyer: You may have suggested that I stand and fight, but it was my choice to stay. Not yours.
Selena: Oh.
Dwyer: More importantly, I needed your wisdom. I might have put my friends in danger without your encouragement.
Selena: Oh, Dwyer. I had no idea.
Dwyer: So stop worrying. You have not failed me. You're the best mother anyone could ever ask for.
Selena: I don't know about that. But I am the only one you'll ever get!
Dwyer: Now, why don't I make some fresh coffee so you can relax and unwind.
Selena: That sounds great. I'm lucky to have a thoughtful son like you.
