Fates Supports/Xander Siegbert(PC)
C Support
Siegbert: Hello, Father.
Xander: Siegbert? I didn't see you there.
Siegbert: Are you preparing to ride into the fray?
Xander: That I am. Care to join me?
Siegbert: I-I'll decline... I lack the necessary experience to ride at your side. Any contribution I could make would pale in comparison to yours, Father...
Xander: I'm not expecting you to sweep the battlefield single-handedly, Son. But I think you'd get a lot out of it. Hands-on experience is priceless.
Siegbert: I don't doubt that. It's just... You see, I—
Xander: I won't force your hand, Siegbert. I realize you have your own duties to handle.
Siegbert: I hope I'm not disappointing you, Father.
Xander: Think nothing of it. We'd best both be off, then. I to my duties and you to yours. But do bear in mind that my position and my sword will pass to you someday. Remember that well.
Siegbert: You needn't worry about that, Father. It is ever uppermost in my mind...
B Support
Xander: I'd like to ask you something, Siegbert. What qualities are demanded of those who inspire others to action?
Siegbert: Might, wisdom, and skill come to mind. An iron will and faith in one's cause...
Xander: Indeed, all of those are crucial qualities in a leader.
Siegbert: You have an ample share of each one, Father.
Xander: And which of these qualities do you see in yourself, my son?
Siegbert: None of them. If I am an apple from your tree, it is undoubtedly a rotten one. I must hone my skills, until I am as mighty and noble as you...
Xander: I am very sorry, Siegbert.
Siegbert: Whatever for, Father?
Xander: I fear that my constant presence at your side has stunted your growth... Even more alarming, I fear I have somehow harmed your own self-image. That is the last thing a father ever wants to do to their own son. To compare the two of us does justice to neither. You have your own methods—your own ideals—and they are as valid as mine.
Siegbert: You're wrong! You are the star by which I navigate, Father! The yardstick by which I measure myself. You're...you're my hero.
Xander: I understand your feelings, Son. Truly, I do. There was a time when my father was the world to me as well. But if you would learn any one thing from me, let it be this. Your father I may be, but in this army, you and I are but fellow soldiers. And a soldier who cannot rely on his allies shall inevitably meet a swift end. In order to properly rely on me, you must first stop being intimidated by me. I am no star, merely a learning tool. Let us help keep each other sharp.
Siegbert: Father... Thank you. I will consider carefully what you have said.
Xander: If I can do anything to aid your growth, please don't hesitate to tell me. I wish to know...as your ally, and especially as your father.
Siegbert: I will, Father! I promise!
A Support
Siegbert: Father... There is a small matter I'm hoping you might help me with...
Xander: Siegbert? Leaning on me for assistance, are you? It's about time.
Siegbert: I hope I'm not being a bother...
Xander: Not in the least. What seems to be the trouble?
Siegbert: Ofttimes when I am caught in the gazes of our people, I am struck with fear. Their eyes are so heavy with expectation, and there are so many of them... I feel I must be nothing less than perfect in their eyes. And this vexes me.
Xander: You buckle under the weight of expectation, do you? I know the feeling well.
Siegbert: You do, Father? I didn't expect you to say that.
Xander: I'm flesh and bone, like anyone else. I wasn't prepared for this burden at first.
Siegbert: Then you are just the one to tell me— however did you manage the strain?
Xander: ...Bunnies. Whenever the people's beseeching eyes caused me to lose my nerve... I would imagine them as bunnies. Even the most chickenhearted, after all, never shrank from a bunny's stare.
Siegbert: Well, that's...certainly true.
Xander: It's not always that I imagine them this way, of course. Only at times when the strain might be otherwise too much to bear.
Siegbert: Haha... It's an interesting approach! I'll try that next time, Father.
Xander: I hope that it helps you as it has helped me. But do you know what lifts my spirits even more, Siegbert? To see my son come to me for advice.
Siegbert: I...I just never wanted you to think that I couldn't figure it out on my own. I just want so badly for you to be proud—
Xander: I know. And I am. More than words could ever fully convey. But we both stand to gain, never to lose, from frank and honest discussion. Let us not be strangers, but family. Anything you need, I wish to provide.
Siegbert: Thank you, Father. I won't soon forget those words. I...I love you so very much.
Xander: I love you too, my son. Come. Let us continue this discussion over a cup of tea.
Siegbert: Yes, sir!
