Awakening Supports/Tharja Frederick

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C Support

Frederick:
This exercise really works the stomach muscles. Ready? Just 300 this time! 299...298...297...

Robin:
Going...to...die...

Tharja:
That's some dedication, Robin.

Frederick:
That's enough for today. Remember to hydrate and eat your hardtack. Diiiis-MISSED!

Tharja:
What a taskmaster. I thought he'd never finish. Look at Robin with those fools... I hope they realize he/she belongs to me. I suppose I could curse them all. ...Gods, that would take forever. It would be easier to just curse Robin. A stink spell, perhaps? If he caused people to pass out and retch, I'd have him all to myself! ...Except that he would smell like an outhouse. Hmm... Maybe a different plan...

Frederick:
Come at last, eh, Tharja? I fear you missed the session.

Tharja:
Oh. ...Darn.

Frederick:
We did look for you, but it's important that we keep to schedule. In the end, I had to start Frederick's Fanatical Fitness Hour without you. But seeing as you're here, I suppose I can work in a private session.

Tharja:
Um... Actually, that's not... Oh dear gods...

Frederick:
Next up, biceps! I should warn you, this may burn a little. Aaand ONE! Aaaaaand TWO! AAAAAAND THREE!

Tharja:
*Pant, pant* Wh-what's...happening to me... Vision...fading... Blackness...everywhere...

Frederick:
...I say, Tharja. You appear to be unwell. Let's pick this up again tomorrow. Get a night's rest and eat some beans.

Tharja:
*Huff, huff* T-tomorrow... You're..joking... Why...want...*huff* torture me...?

Frederick:
A sound body leads to a sound mind. You're just a little out of shape is all. See you tomorrow at dawn.

Tharja:
...I'm...a dark mage... *huff* Don't need biceps...the size...of beer barrels...

B Support

Frederick:
Tharja! A word, if you please?

Tharja:
I don't, actually.

Frederick:
Why did you not keep our appointment at the training ground?

Tharja:
We had an appointment?

Frederick:
Don't play the fool with me! *sniff* I waited the entire day and most of the evening hoping you would show! That training ground is chilly at night, and I seem to have caught a cold. *sniff*

Tharja:
Oh? I thought you'd be far too healthy to catch a cold.

Frederick:
Erm, well...

Tharja:
Tsk, don't feel bad. Cursed colds are harder on everyone.

Frederick:
What?! You deliberately gave me a cold?!

Tharja:
Hee. You seem angry.

Frederick:
A-angry? OF COURSE I'm angry!

Tharja:
Well, you should be. I'm very wicked. If I were you, I'd avoid me completely.

Frederick:
You know why you did this, don't you? Weak physical conditioning! Your unsound body has resulted in a most unsound mind!

Tharja:
I don't like where this is going...

Frederick:
AAAAAACHOOOOOOOOO! ...Ah, better. My cold has gone. I'm so fit, one good sneeze gets rid of all my symptoms.

Tharja:
Er, that makes no sense.

Frederick:
Now that I am recovered, we shall continue your training. Here, tomorrow. At dawn. And this time, you WILL come. Do I make myself clear?

Tharja:
Yes, we'll see about that. Hmm... I lied about the curse, but even so, how did he shake a cold so quickly? Heh... Maybe next time I WILL case a hex...

A Support

Frederick:
Ah, Tharja. I've been waiting for you. Finally ready to build a healthy body?

Tharja:
No. The reason I'm here... Is to check THIS!

Frederick:
Argh! Wh-what are you doi... OUCH! Unhand me, woman!

Tharja:
There! I knew it. You suffered a deep wound in the last battle.

Frederick:
I didn't think anyone saw that...

Tharja:
It happened because I cursed you.

Frederick:
What?! We are allies! Why do you insist on plaguing me with dark magic?!

Tharja:
It wasn't supposed to be harmful. It only made me invisible to you. It was the only way I could think of to avoid your insane training. But somehow, you still sensed that I was in danger and shielded me from the blow. Even though you were cursed. Even though there was no way you should have seen me!

Frederick:
Ah. This explains a great deal. I was unable to shake the persistent feeling that you were somewhere nearby. I feared I was losing my mind, to tell the truth.

Tharja:
You can tell Chrom if you want. He'll probably want to hang me by my thumbs or...something.

Frederick:
The Shepherds do not engage in torture! Especially not with our stalwart comrades. In any case, it was not your fault. I should never have exposed myself to the hex. My guard slipped. The responsibility is mine.

Tharja:
Gods, but you are a trusting fool. Is there any sin you won't forgive?

Frederick:
You will not mind if I take that as a compliment?

Tharja:
Take it however you want. Now let me take a look at that wound. *Grumble* For someone who cares so much about health...

Frederick:
Tharja, do I detect a note of affection in your voice?

Tharja:
I'm only looking after you because Robin likes you.

Frederick:
Ah. Then I'd best recover soon... For his/her sake, of course, heh.

S Support

Tharja:
Has your wound healed?

Frederick:
Good as new, thanks to you.

Tharja:
Well then... ...... ...Yes?

Frederick:
Yes, what?

Tharja:
You're fully cured. No need to see me anymore. So why are you still here?

Frederick:
I wanted to make absolutely certain that you'll come to the next training session.

Tharja:
I've promised you five times already! Surely that's enough. Look, what do you really want? If you're not going to leave, I will.

Frederick:
N-no, please! Wait! I had something else to ask!

Tharja:
*Sigh* What is it?

Frederick:
You didn't cast another curse on me recently, did you?

Tharja:
Why?

Frederick:
Because lately, a powerful...emotion has taken root in my heart. That wouldn't be the result of some evil hex, now would it?

Tharja:
Not from me.

Frederick:
In that case, the passion I'm feeling must come from within. Which makes this the perfect time to present this...

Tharja:
This better not be a cursed ring.

Frederick:
How can a love so powerful ever be called a curse?

Tharja:
Love...? Wait, are you proposing?!

Frederick:
Indeed I am.

Tharja:
...Are you mad?!

Frederick:
If I were a poet, I could use sweet words to explain how my love came to be... But alas, I am not. I can only tell you what I know in my heart. I love you, Tharja. I want you at my side for all of my days.

Tharja:
That's...really sweet, actually.

Frederick:
Then will you accept my ring?

Tharja:
On one condition...

Frederick:
Name it!

Tharja:
We do the life's journey without the exercises. I don't care about a sound body, and I don't WANT a sound mind. Mages need to stay a little crazy, or we lose our edge...

Frederick:
Agreed. No more exercising for you, and no more curses for me!

Tharja:
...... ...*Sigh* Oh, fine.