Three Houses Supports/Mercedes Cyril
C Support
Cyril: Zzz... Zzz... What's this?
Mercedes: Well, if it isn't Cyril! How
did he manage to fall asleep here?
The warmth must have put him right
down. He looks so cute when he's
napping.
Cyril: Zzz...
Mercedes: I'll just keep reading. No
need to disturb him...
...
Good morning, Cyril. Did you sleep
well?
Cyril: What? Where? Mer-M-Mer...
Mercedes: It's Mercedes. I hope you'll
commit my name to memory.
It's Mercedes. I thought you'd remember
my name by now.
Cyril: Oh, sorry. I know it, but it's
hard to say.
Mercedes: You're from Almyra, aren't
you? I hope you haven't been
uncomfortable here at the academy.
Cyril: Nah, it's great. I eat every
day!
Mercedes: Were you not eating before
you came here?
Cyril: Every couple days, maybe. It was
rough.
Mercedes: Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that. Are you hungry? Um... You should eat up. To make up for all the meals you missed in the past!
Cyril: Heh, OK. Thank you, Merm...
Mammal... Mar...
Mercedes: Just call me Mercie. That's
what my friends call me.
Cyril: Mer...cie. Mercie. Hey! Thanks,
Mercie. Welp, I had a good sleep, but
there's work to do now. See ya!
Mercedes: It doesn't seem like he has
very many friends here...
It's troubling, but I probably
shouldn't pry.
B Support
Cyril: Zzz... Zzz...
Mercedes: Did Cyril fall asleep here
again?
Hmm. There's nothing to cover him with.
He'll catch cold if he's here too long.
Oh well, I guess I have no other
options. I'll have to take care of this
myself.
Cyril: Aah! What?! Wh-what's happening?!
Mercedes: I'm keeping you warm so you don't catch cold. Um, I'm sorry. Did I make you uncomfortable?
Cyril: I...I was just surprised.
Th-thanks, Mercie.
Mercedes: Oh! I'm happy to hear you
call me that! You know, I seem to find
you in here pretty often. Do you have a
favorite book?
Cyril: Nah, but it's always real quiet
here, so it's where I like to sleep.
Mercedes: I see. You always seem so
wrapped up in your work. That is,
whenever you're not sleeping in the
library. Do you have many friends here?
Cyril: No, not really.
Mercedes: But don't you want some? Having friends is much more fun than spending all of your time alone.
Cyril: Nah, I don't want people
treating me like an outsider. I'm
better off alone.
Mercedes: An outsider? You? Who would possibly say--
Cyril: Oh. So you don't think anyone
thinks that? Should I tell you what
happened to me before I came here?
Mercedes: Oh, no. You really don't have
to.
I didn't mean to bring up such
difficult memories.
But you know...
Everyone here sees you as a friend.
Even me. I see you as a good friend.
Cyril: Mercie... I'm sorry.
I sure like everyone here too, but...
It feels like you're, I don't know...
It sounds weird maybe, but I think
you're something different than a
friend.
Mercedes: Different? In what way? Do
you not like me?
Cyril: No, it's not that. I can't... Ya
know how sometimes you can't explain
things? This is that.
If I had a sister, I think that might
be how it feels being around you.
Mercedes: Really?
That's just as well! You remind me of
my little brother!
Cyril: Oh, you got a brother?
Mercedes: I do, but I haven't seen him in so long. It's almost like he's not really my brother anymore...
Cyril: But you can count on me if you
need anything at all. I'll do my best
to help you out.
Mercedes: I can count on you for anything? Wow...
