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Miriel:
...How discomposing.

Robin:
That looked like a pretty bad spill, Miriel. Are you hurt?

Miriel:
A minor contusion. Benign.

Robin:
Everything you were carrying went flying. I see your herbs, some papers, a... What is this? A book? A journal?

Miriel:
Unhand that, sir!

Robin:
Sorry! Sorry. I didn't realize it was so important.

Miriel:
Important? Hmm... ......

Robin:
Miriel?

Miriel:
I suppose it does bear some import, yes. It's a lodestar, of sorts. One that points the way to the truth.

Robin:
Wow. Who wrote it? A famous mage or something?

Miriel:
Not famous at all, no. The author was my mother.

Robin:
Ah, that explains the rough binding. Er, no offense intended. Still, that's amazing. Was your mother a mage as well? Or perhaps a scientist?

Miriel:
What is the impetus for your inquiry?

Robin:
Impetus for my... You mean, why do I ask? Er, I don't know. ...I'm curious? Wouldn't most people be?

Miriel:
An autonomic reaction to conversational stimulus. I see... ......

Robin:
Um, did I say something strange?

Miriel:
Curious, perhaps. Meriting closer study, certainly. Spontaneous reactive curiosity. Fascinating. But what is the underlying mechanism?

Robin:
...I really think you're reading too much into this.

B Support

Robin:
Oh, blast! My item pouch is gone. I must have dropped it somewhere...

Miriel:
Is this the object in question?

Robin:
Ah, yes! My thanks, Miriel. I keep it tied to my belt, but it's always falling off for some reason.

Miriel:
Such actions are indicative of a pervasive downward force exerted on the object. My mother's book contained a passage espousing a similar theory...

Robin:
So, um, can I have my pouch back now?

Miriel:
...Ah, yes. Here is the passage in question: "On all objects there acts a force which pulls them ever groundward." "Though invisible and without apparent cause, it exists nonetheless." "I posit that it is by this principle we remain rooted to the ground." ...Most intriguing!

Robin:
...Miriel? ...Hello?

Miriel:
...Yet birds fly unencumbered by this force. The sun and stars and clouds do not fall. What explains these exceptions?

Robin:
Miriel? ...Miiiriel? ...MIRIEL!

Miriel:
Wah!

Robin:
S-sorry! ...Didn't mean to startle you.

Miriel:
My respiratory functions ceased for a moment. This is very disruptive. Please do not scatter my thoughts further.

Robin:
Er, sorry...

Miriel:
I require a period of quiet solitude to marshal my thoughts. Farewell.

Robin:
Wait! My...pouch...

A Support

Miriel:
So, given these conditions, a body with a mass of X falls at a rate of Y...

Robin:
Um... What are you doing with my item pouch, Miriel?

Miriel:
Experimenting in an attempt to establish a unified theory of falling. Whether thrown, catapulted, or dropped from great heights, it falls to the ground. The results have been consistent across hundreds of trials.

Robin:
H-hey! I had a lot of fragile things in that pouch! Potions and baubles and... *Sigh* ...You know what? Keep it.

Miriel:
Thank you.

Robin:
Sometimes I wish you'd show half as much interest in people as you do in science.

Miriel:
Well, I am interested in certain people. You, for example.

Robin:
Me? Why me?

Miriel:
You have a virtuosic proficiency in strategy, despite your amnesia. It is truly fascinating. From this, we can extrapolate two possible hypotheses. One: talent is wholly independent from memory and experience. Two: memories and experience related to the use of one's talents cannot be lost.

Robin:
Miriel? Are you still talking to me?

Miriel:
I am now, yes.

Robin:
Er, you're not going to tell me not to disrupt your thoughts again?

Miriel:
I can if you wish it.

Robin:
N-no, thanks. I'm just happy to know I wasn't a bother, I guess.

Miriel:
That would be difficult. You are the focus of intense interest on my part.

Robin:
O-kay. I just don't like to think that I'm bothering a friend. That's all.

Miriel:
I was unaware that our interactions had acquired the label of friendship.

Robin:
Why not? I think it must have happened somewhere along the way, right? ...No?

Miriel:
Fascinating...

S Support

Miriel:
Might I have a moment, Robin? The pouch you donated to my research the other day contained...this.

Robin:
Ah!

Miriel:
Judging from the toroid shape and material properties, it is some manner of ring. Quite beautifully crafted, if naive in design. Is this your handiwork?

Robin:
Oh, no. I bought it in town a ways back. It was too pretty to pass up. I figured if I ever found someone to marry, I could...give it to them.

Miriel:
Ah. My apologies, then, for not returning it to you sooner.

Robin:
Er... Actually, how about... How about you keep it?

Miriel:
Are you certain? ...But you claimed it a ring you would give your future wife?

Robin:
Yeah, that's... That's kind of my point, actually.

Miriel:
I see. The ring is for your wife, yet you give the ring to me. Ergo, I would be your wife.

Robin:
Well, that's one way to think of it, sure... But yes, that's the idea.

Miriel:
How interesting. No concrete boundary demarcates the entrance to friendship... Yet the spousal relationship is strictly codified with explicit cues and rituals! ...Very well. From this moment on, the transitive property holds that I am yours.

Robin:
You do have a choice in the matter, you know?

Miriel:
I'm well aware of this. Call it spontaneous reactive affection. Or an autonomic reply to emotional stimuli. Or perhaps it's an invisible, inexorable force that draws me to you. Whatever the causation, I suspect I've fallen for you. ...Ah! This calls for a new unified theory!

Robin:
Heh, well we've got the rest of our lives to figure it out. (...And the rest of my life to try and understand what the heck you're saying.)

Miriel:
Yes! Let us begin the experimentation immediately.

[Confession CG scene]
What rapture! To have an astute significant other with whom to scrutinize this world's illimitable mysteries!