Awakening Supports/Tharja Libra

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Tharja:
Spoonful of frog's wart... One lizard tail... Cockscomb of a coal-black rooster...

Libra:
What are you doing, Tharja?

Tharja:
Trying to invent a spell that can change memories.

Libra:
Is such a thing even possible?

Tharja:
Well, I'll never know if you stand there and bother me, will I?

Libra:
Ah, of course. I'll leave you to it. Er, but before I go, can I ask you one thing?

Tharja:
Make it snappy.

Libra:
How are you going to determine if the experiment is a success?

Tharja:
I'll cast the hex on someone and see what happens. Same as always.

Libra:
In that case, I would like to volunteer to be your test subject.

Tharja:
Oh? A priest wants to sacrifice himself for the greater good? Shocker...

Libra:
Unfortunately, my motives are largely selfish.

Tharja:
Sure, whatever. I accept anyway. Just don't blame me if it all goes horribly wrong.

Libra:
Er, is that a possibility?

Tharja:
No curse is without danger. There's always a risk of harm—to body AND to soul.

Libra:
I see. Then, I shall prepare for the worst, but hope for the best.

Tharja:
Pray to whatever gods you believe in, Priest. ...This is going to be fun.

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Tharja:
I shall now attempt to cast the memory-transformation spell...

Libra:
Ready when you are.

Tharja:
We should act on a memory that won't affect your ability to fight in battle.

Libra:
Something from my childhood would probably work best. For example—

Tharja:
Hey! I'm calling the shots here. But, er, just for fun... If you could choose a new memory, what would it be?

Libra:
I'd like to remember a time spent with doting parents in a warm, loving home. Could you conjure such a memory?

Tharja:
That sounds positively nauseating. But who am I to criticize? Think hard about the scene... Visualize it in your mind's eye...

Libra:
Ah! I can see it now!

Tharja:
All right...here goes... ...Nmmm...mmm...nnngh... ...What? Th-this cannot be.

Libra:
Is something wrong?

Tharja:
...Er, no! No, no. Nothing at all. There, done. The hex is cast. Do you feel different?

Libra:
Um, no, not really.

Tharja:
Huh. Well, I guess it didn't work.

Libra:
Maybe I'm the problem.

Tharja:
No. It failed because I don't yet have the talent and knowledge. Er, but Libra. When I cast the hex, I saw... Well, I saw a terrible darkness in you. What was that?

Libra:
...Ah. I see. I tried to hide it from you, but it appears I failed. My hope was that your hex would extinguish it before you knew of it.

Tharja:
So that's why you volunteered to be my guinea pig.

Libra:
As I said, my motives were selfish. I'm sorry for using you like this.

Tharja:
No skin off my back. But now I'm very interested in all that darkness festering inside you... If I could tap into it, it could power some truly intense hexes.

Libra:
In that case, would you like to continue experimenting on me?

Tharja:
Doesn't it scare you to go delving into that dark place?

Libra:
I am beyond fear, dear Tharja. Nothing can terrify me.

Tharja:
A lot of dark mages would take such a boast as a challenge.

Libra:
Heh heh. Perhaps I'm not beyond fear after all.

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Tharja:
...... I...I saw it. I saw everything. I know what lies in the dark depths of your heart.

Libra:
Then you know my most secret of secrets... That my parents believed I was possessed by demons and abandoned me. And you know the terrible price this inflicted on my soul.

Tharja:
You were alone and loved by no one. An urchin, wretched and friendless. Until you found the faith and became a priest, your only memories are pain. ...I don't know how you manage to survive with such a burden.

Libra:
Nor do I. But, strangely, now that you know of it, the burden has grown lighter. It's as if the very act of your witnessing my sorrows has blunted their power.

Tharja:
When hearts and minds come together, they sometimes change each other. It's like a spell of sorts—if one side is transformed, the other is, too.

Libra:
Perhaps your magical hex has somehow dispelled my darkness.

Tharja:
Doubtful. I didn't cast anything of the sort. In any case, I can no longer use you as a test subject.

Libra:
Why not?

Tharja:
Because I have nothing further to learn from you. Once you know someone's secret pain, curses become a bit too easy.

Libra:
That is unfortunate. I'd hoped I could help you more. Well, if you ever think of something else I might do, will you tell me?

Tharja:
Maybe you should just focus on being happy for a bit, you know? Now you can face life without all that pain dragging you down.

Libra:
Yes... Hmm. Thank you, Tharja. I shall do just that!

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Libra:
Tharja? Might I have a word?

Tharja:
What is it?

Libra:
I wonder if you wouldn't mind looking into my heart once more.

Tharja:
Why?

Libra:
It will be easier for you to look than for me to tell you.

Tharja:
You know, you priests can be very pushy when you want to be. Maybe this time I'll do more than look. Did you consider that? Maybe this time I'll plant a seed of terror in your soul.

Libra:
Anytime you're ready.

Tharja:
Wow, someone's serious today. All right, don't move...

Libra:
I won't.

Tharja:
...... Wh-what is... I don't understand.

Libra:
You looked into my heart, didn't you? You saw the feelings I have for you.

Tharja:
Why did you make me do this?

Libra:
When hearts touch, they affect each other. Much like a curse does, or so you said.

Tharja:
I maybe said...something like that.

Libra:
So how do you feel? Any change in your heart? Any new yearnings or feelings?

Tharja:
You seek to put a hex on MY heart? Y-you're a priest! How dare you!

Libra:
Well, you started it.

Tharja:
I most certainly did not.

Libra:
Ah. Then the love I feel must have grown naturally from my own heart. And how is it YOU feel, Tharja? Because while priests can do many things, casting hexes is not one of them.

Tharja:
Liar! You're lying! You have to be! O-otherwise...

Libra:
Otherwise we have fallen in love with each other naturally.

Tharja:
Are you sure this isn't a trick?

Libra:
Love has no value if it is won by deception.

Tharja:
Then I guess I have no choice but to believe my heart.

Libra:
So if I were to offer this ring and propose marriage, would you accept?

Tharja:
You had a ring all ready? That's rather bold, Libra.

Libra:
Such fateful moments come but rarely in our lives. I did not want this one to pass me by.

Tharja:
It's strange, but you seem completely different from the man whom I first met.

Libra:
Different in a good way, I hope?

Tharja:
...Yes. Different in a very good way. And now you'll be the second-most important person in my life. ...After Robin.

Libra:
Um, well, I...suppose I can live with that?