Awakening Supports/Lucina Morgan(M)(SS)

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C Support

Morgan:
This place is a mess! I really should straighten up more...often... Is that a...AAAAAAAAAUGH!

Lucina:
Gods, I've never seen Morgan run so fast! Are we under attack?! Morgan! What happened back there? ...Are you all right?!

Morgan:
L-Lucinaaa!

Lucina:
Breathe, Morgan. Calm down and tell me what happened. You have nothing to fear now that I'm here.

Morgan:
R-r-roach! A roach!

Lucina:
...A roach? ...As in...a bug?

Morgan:
Not a bug! I love bugs! ...A roach! A huge, freakish nightmare one, with gross hairy legs... It's HORRIBLE!

Lucina:
You're telling me all of your you sceaming and flailing was over a COCKROACH? *sigh* I thought the Risen had come. You could have sent the camp into a panic.

Morgan:
AAAAAH! It's back! And it can fly?! S-stay away! Don't come near meee!

Lucina:
Come now, I don't see what all the fuss i—EEEEEEK!

Morgan:
See? SEE?! It's the stuff of nightmares! Now hurry up and kill it! Kill it with fire magic or something!

Lucina:
Oh, no—I'm not going near that thing! It's HUGE!

Morgan:
WHAT?! What happened to having nothing to fear now that you're here? How are you gonna win this war if you can't even smoosh one stupid roach?

Lucina:
Those two things are not related in the slightest. And YOU want to be a tactician, right? So figure out how to kill it!

Morgan:
What's to figure out?! Who plans out strategies for killing insects?! Look, you're the older one! You do it! Father told you protect you little brother, didn't he?

Lucina:
Er, well, I suppose he did... *sigh* All right, I'll... do something about it.

Morgan:
Fantastic! Thanks, Lucina! Three cheers for once and future exalt!

Lucina:
...You're a royal, too, you know? It wouldn't kill you to show a bit more spine.

Morgan:
Hey, now's your chance! It just crawled into a corner behind that shelf!

Lucina:
It's too dark. I can't see it...

Morgan:
You should light up Falchion. Then once you spot it, ker-STAB!

Lucina:
Falchion isn't some common pitchfork, Morgan! It's a blade of legend!

Morgan:
Ah ha ha, all right, all right. I'm sorry I... AHHHHH! It's flying again! It's flying!

Lucina:
As formidable a foe as it may be, I won't allow it to set a single hairy leg on you!

Morgan:
Go, Lucina, go! GET HIM!

Chrom:
What in the name of...? What are you two doing in here?!

Lucina:
F-Father?

Morgan:
Father!

Chrom:
Honestly, you two. All that commotion over a silly insect? What were you thinking?!

Morgan:
Sorry...

Lucina:
I'm sorry, Father....

Chrom:
Just see that it never happens again.

Morgan:
Figures he would be the one to get it. He's unshakable.

Lucina:
It's true. Although he was a lot less calm when it came to scolding us....

Morgan:
Aw, are you still down about that? I actually rather enjoyed it. I can't remember the two of us ever getting in trouble like that before. It felt...strangely familiar somehow. Kind of a happy, nostalgic feeling.

Lucina:
Heh. I confess, it did have its moments...

B Support

Lucina:
...Morgan.

Morgan:
Mmm?

Lucina:
You know what I'm about to say, don't you?

Morgan:
Um... Be sure to wash the Falchion after I'm done cutting this apple?

Lucina:
DON'T use Falchion to cut apples in the first, you dolt!

Morgan:
Eep! S-sorry! I'm sorry!

Lucina:
ou had best be more than just sorry.. That sword is national treasure of Ylisse and a final memento of my father. Would you use the last earthly remembrance of your dead father to cut FRUIT?! You've shamed the weapon that built your very homeland!

Morgan:
Well, you've seen for yourself how big the apple is. And with no other knives around... B-besides, I've barely ever touched the thing before. I dunno, I...I got curious.

Lucina:
......

Morgan:
So, um, a-are... Yeah, you're mad.

Lucina:
You've never held Falchion before?

Morgan:
Not really, no. In the future, you always kept it by your side. And since we've been back here. I've maybe moved it from tent to tent once or twice.

Lucina:
Then we don't know if you have the potential to wield it.

Morgan:
Wait, it takes a special person to wield it?

Lucina:
I see there is much you do not know. This blade was forged with Naga's power and steeped in the exalt's bloodline. Only a select few are able to wield it, even among the Ylissean royal house.

Morgan:
Huh. Well, I've never fought with it before—at least as far as I can remember. I suppose that means in the I came from, I wasn't deemed worthy.

Lucina:
That's not necessarily true, Morgan. I never did give you a chance to try it before I traveled back here. Honestly, I'm mortified we've come this far without ever putting to the test.

Morgan:
I have to admit, it'd be pretty amazing if I really could wield it. A brilliant tactician wielding a legendary sword... Mother would be so proud!

Lucina:
Mostly I'm ashamed I never stopped to consider it. If you are, in fact, among Falchion's chosen, that is knowledge we need. There may come a time when it proves necessary for you to take it up.

Morgan:
What, like if you're busy?

Lucina:
Like if I'm dead, Morgan. Having someone able to wield it even after I'm gone would be considerable asset. We must use any means at our disposal to ensure the future is saved. Now let's go put it to the test.

Morgan:
......

Lucina:
Morgan?

Morgan:
Aw, forget it. There's no way the sword would choose someone like me.

Lucina:
You don't know that until you try. You yourself just said you wished you were able to wield it. So let's—

Morgan:
I said NO! I'm not doing it! Don't make me.... Don't make practice for your death, Lucina!

Lucina:
...I understand how you feel, but we must be practical about this. We cannot afford to lose this war. No matter what happens or who dies.

Morgan:
You think I don't know that?! But it's not.... It's just not that simple, all right?! Think of all that Mother's doing to protect us! Would you betray that?

Lucina:
Not by choice, Morgan. Never be choice. ...But there are no guarantees in war.

Morgan:
And that's supposed to make me feel better?! If it means you dying, I don't want anything to do with Falchion! And if you make me try, I'll only use it to chop more apples, so there! This is pointless. I'm leaving.

Lucina:
Morgan... He sure is stuck on this whole apple business...

A Support

Morgan:
Lucina, is this, uh... Do you have a minute?

Lucina:
What's wrong, Morgan? Why the serious face?

Morgan:
I want you to help me see whether or not I can wield the Falchion.

Lucina:
Huh? You were so dead set against it. What changed?

Morgan:
I did, I suppose. I thought about everything you said.... About how we need to win this war be any means necessary. I was running away from that truth and from my duty to become a master tactician. But like you said, we need to be practical about this. ...So will help me?

Lucina:
Of course. I'll make the necessary preparations immediately. All right. I want you to strike at log as if it were the enemy. If you lack the potential to wield Falchion, its blade will be dull as a stone. You will scarce knock the bark off your target. However, if you are among the blade's chosen, the log will be cleft in two.

Morgan:
......

Lucina:
Here. Take Falchion.

Morgan:
All right... Here we go... Hey, wait. What am I going do if this DOES work? ...No. I'll worry about that later. No more doubts. This a part of my duty... here I go! RrrAAAGH! ...... ...Huh? I didn't feel anything.

Lucina:
...The log unscathed. I'm sorry, Morgan. It seems you've not been chosen to wield Falchion.

Morgan:
......

Lucina:
Don't take it too hard. This doesn't change who you are. You're still my brother, a son of Chrom, and a prince of Ylisse. Don't let this—

Morgan:
...Pffft. Heh heh ha ha ha!

Lucina:
Morgan?!

Morgan:
Ah ha ha ha, s-sorry, it's just.... I was so worked up, I... I totally missed! I missed the log! Ah ha ha, hilarious!

Lucina:
...Heh. Heh heh. *ahem* Don't try to be serious, Brother. You're making me laugh... *Sigh* I suppose we both got a little it too wrapped up in this whole Falchion matter. It wound up souring the air between us, almost as if we'd been quarreling. I far preferred that night we got in trouble for the giant bug....

Morgan:
Oh, me too! ...Though at least this helped me firm up my resolve. Not doing what I can out of fear that the people I love might die is just...cowardice. If something should happen to you, I swear to keep fighting to the bitter end. But I still have no intention of letting that happen. The pain is too much to imagine. So let me protect you. It's the least you brother can do!

Lucina:
I fear I, too, was running, I was afraid to make you a promise. But no more. I swear to you, here and now, that this war will not claim me. I refuse to leave you all alone, Brother, nor allow any harm to come to you. We will survive this together. We will forge a future of our own making.

Morgan:
It's a promise!

Lucina:
So it is sworn Falchion. ...Oh, blast! I completely forget that I'm cooking duty tonight. Sorry, but I must be going.

Morgan:
Ah, wait! Lucina, you forget Falchion! ...So much for not leaving me all alone. Guess it's just you and me, Fachy. How's about one more swing for the road, seeing as I'll likely never touch you again? Hrrngh... YAAAAH! ...... ...Yup. Not a scratch. You just better do a damned good job of looking after my sister, you got that? If Lucina dies, you're getting demoted to royal fruit knife. Don't think I won't do it! ...All right, well, better get back to her.

Chrom:
...Hmm? What's this log? Was someone training? Hmm, split perfectly in two. I've never seen such a clean cut before...