Three Houses Supports/Dorothea Sylvain
C Support
Sylvain: Ah, Dorothea. What are you doing here?
Dorothea: I was actually waiting to see
you.
Were you going to invite me out to
dinner? I accept.
Sylvain: Yes, I was. I don't think it
would be so bad to share a meal with
you from time to time.
Dorothea: How about tonight? I'm busy
tomorrow...
Sylvain: That's fine by me.
Dorothea: What are you busy with, I wonder? Girls? And more girls?
Sylvain: Heh heh, isn't it an unwritten
rule not to ask about such things?
But what a curious turn of events.
Have you perhaps got an ulterior
motive?
Dorothea: No ulterior motives. If
you're worried, we can just pretend
this conversation never happened.
Sylvain: No, wait! That's not what I
meant.
I just don't understand why you want
my company now...when you've always
been so cold to me.
Have you perhaps...fallen in love with
me?
Dorothea: Ugh, my stomach just got
queasy. You know what? Maybe I'll eat
on my own after all.
Sylvain: Fine, fine. I get it. You want
someone to chase your loneliness away.
Dorothea: Something like that, yes. If
you don't want to, I'll ask someone
else.
Sylvain: Don't dream of it. It would be
my pleasure, milady.
And to be clear...the reason you chose
to spend time with me is my family,
yes? Or is it my Crest? Both?
I'm just curious about such things.
Say I was a commoner. Would you still
have invited me to dinner?
Is this really necessary for a simple
dinner invitation?
Dorothea: Actually, I have a question
of my own. Say I was a hoarse-voiced
old hag...
Would you still be flirting with me?
Would you still want to hold my hand
and whisper sweet nothings?
Sylvain: That's a difficult question. I
have nothing against mature women,
but...
Even if you were an old man, I still
would have invited you out.
If you were a former noble exiled from
his family, or an orphan from the
streets, my heart cares not!
Just kidding. I just wanted to try
saying it. Of course it's better that
you have money.
Dorothea: Heh, you little...
Sylvain: Eh, that's probably true. So, Dorothea, about that dinner? It would be an honor to have you join me tonight. And let's not talk about things like this over dinner, OK?
Dorothea: Even if I was an old man or
an orphan, huh?
B Support
Sylvain: Ah... Why am I so unlucky with women lately?
Dorothea: Oh, Sylvain, what's that face
for? Have you been dumped again?
Sylvain: Heh, isn't there an unwritten
rule you shouldn't ask someone that?
Dorothea: I'm sorry. I thought you
didn't mind being dumped.
Huh. So, your love life can get you
down sometimes after all. Who knew?
Sylvain: I'm sad every time I break up
with someone! It's just, I usually try
to be the one doing the breaking up.
I've never had a hard time with
girls...ever. Not until recently.
But now when I think about it, I
wonder what any of them even liked
about me.
It's not as if any of them knew much
about me. I don't get it.
Dorothea: Isn't that what a
relationship is for? Learning about
someone else? You can't know it all
right at the start.
I asked you before, if you would have
invited me out if I was a peasant.
Sylvain: You did ask me that, yes.
Dorothea: That was wrong of me to say.
I've just...
Sylvain: It's not an excuse, but I'm always so suspicious. I'm a nobleman with a Crest. The marriage proposals don't stop coming. Everybody wants me. Except they don't actually want me at all. They want my bloodline. Within my family and without, it's always the same story. Sometimes I think that if I didn't have a Crest, no one would look at me twice.
Dorothea: I see. And...you're probably
not wrong.
Honestly I've had those same sort of
thoughts myself.
Sylvain: Oh? What sort of thoughts
might those be?
Dorothea: I sang, people cheered and applauded, and when I walked off stage, I'd find the same thing every night. A mountain of presents and marriage proposals. But none of those people knew me. All they knew was the singer they saw on the stage. All they wanted was my looks and my voice. None of them even tried to get to know the real me.
Sylvain: Heh, I'm pretty sure I've
heard this somewhere.
We may come from different places, but
we're much the same, wouldn't you say?
Dorothea: Yeah, I suppose we are.
Sylvain: Look, Dorothea. I've realized
something.
Even if you were an old grandma, I'd
still flirt with you...and I'd
absolutely win you over.
Though, I'd much rather win you over
now...and be with you until you become
an old grandma.
Dorothea: That might be the most
legitimately romantic thing you've ever
said, Sylvain. And I can't say I
disagree...
I'd rather you win me over now too, so
that I can stay by your side until
you're an old grandpa.
Sylvain: Well, before any of that, will
you go to dinner with me?
Dorothea: I'd be happy to.
