Three Houses Supports/Ingrid Catherine
C Support
Ingrid: Phew! Good work. Should we call it a day?
Catherine: Thank you! Yes, let's.
Ingrid: Catherine? If you don't mind,
I'd like to ask you something.
Catherine: Let me guess. You're going to ask why you're so bad at predicting my attacks.
Ingrid: When I expect an attack from
above, you surprise me from below. When
I expect a jab, I get a sweep! You seem
to anticipate my anticipation.
Catherine: It's probably because you're a straightforward, honest person.
Ingrid: You're reading my movements and
trying to calculate what I'll do next.
That has always seemed the most sound
strategy when engaging in combat, yes.
Catherine: Right. Well, I take that
anticipation and turn it against you. I
use my eyes and the tilt of my sword to
mislead you.
Catching your opponent off-guard is
the trick to staying alive in combat.
You've got to keep yourself alive if
you want to protect Lady Rhea, right?
Ingrid: Your dedication to Lady Rhea's
safety is truly inspiring, Catherine.
Catherine: You flatter me.
Ingrid: My dream is to become a knight
and protect my king, no matter the
cost. There is no greater purpose I can
serve.
Although your fealty is sworn to Lady
Rhea, you are the ideal knight I aspire
to be.
Catherine: Admire me to your heart's
content, but I'm--
Ingrid: Catherine, I'd be honored if
you would make me your squire.
Catherine: My what now? Oh, you're far
too straitlaced to be my squire.
Ingrid: However you might judge me, I'm
quite serious about this.
Catherine: Hm. All right, then. Why not? Let's start by teaching you how to flirt with handsome men!
Ingrid: Pardon me? Uh...that can't
possibly be where you want to start...
Catherine: Nah, I was just kidding. I
wish I knew how to flirt with handsome
men. Instead, let's teach you to
lighten up.
Ingrid: Ah. Understood!
B Support
Catherine: All right, then. Enough sparring for today?
Ingrid: Yes, that should suffice!
Catherine: I must say, you've gotten
good at seeing through my tricks. I
can't mislead you so easily anymore.
Ingrid: I've made it my goal to read
your aim and not give away anything
through my body language.
Catherine: But in hand-to-hand combat, your form needs work. On the battlefield, even if you lose your weapon, you can't ever stop fighting. Sink your teeth into their throats, kick 'em where it hurts. Do whatever it takes to survive.
Ingrid: Have you ever needed to employ such methods?
Catherine: Not on the battlefield. I've
never been in such a dire situation
that I needed to.
But at the tavern, loads of times!
With a well-aimed boot, I've brought
many a man to his knees.
Ingrid: Hahaha!
Catherine: Haha! My point is, you can't hesitate to use dirty tactics. You have to grit your teeth and fight back. War isn't as pretty as it's made out to be, in all those poems and songs. Sometimes, even as a knight, you have to do things that you might think are beneath you. You might even have to let innocent bystanders die. Are you prepared for that, Ingrid? Do you really want to be a knight, knowing what it entails?
Ingrid: I'm prepared to do whatever is
requested of me. Come what may.
I will be a knight who loyally serves
my king, just as you loyally serve Lady
Rhea.
Catherine: You've got me wrong. I'm
loyal to the archbishop, but only up to
a point.
I'd do anything in the world for Lady
Rhea... except die. If she asked me to
die for her, I wouldn't.
Ingrid: Does that sound like a
contradiction?
Catherine: Very well. That's just who I am. You're right-- it does sound like a contradiction.
Ingrid: With all due respect, that isn't very knightly of you. I'm not sure I fully understand...
Catherine: You will someday. Maybe not
for a while, but you will.
In the meantime, just don't die. OK?
Ingrid: I'll try my best.
