Awakening Supports/Panne Libra

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C Support

Libra:
Might I beg a moment of your time?

Panne:
You get one moment. State your business, priest.

Libra:
I wanted to thank you.

Panne:
You owe me nothing.

Libra:
But I do. You saved Lady Emmeryn from assassination. As an Ylissean citizen and a man of the cloth, I owe you my gratitude.

Panne:
I saved no one. Emmeryn lived only long enough to fall into the next snare.

Libra:
...... You were there, then. When she... Ah, I fear we both witnessed it.

Panne:
......

Libra:
I see that what happened to her pains you even now. I, too, still grieve. I cannot help but feel that I failed her somehow.

Panne:
What, then? You would have the two of us sit around licking each other's wounds?

Libra:
No, I merely thought to—

Panne:
You are human. I am taguel. Linger near me and you'll be viewed with suspicion by your kind.

Libra:
You're worried for my reputation? That's very gallant.

Panne:
Watch your words, man-spawn, lest you get yourself hurt.

Libra:
My apologies...

B Support

Libra:
Hello, Panne.

Panne:
What now, priest?

Libra:
I apologize for disturbing you, but there's something I need to ask. Why did you come to the exalt's aid?

Panne:
Can you not believe a taguel would help a human?

Libra:
Apologies. That isn't what I meant. Had you even met her before?

Panne:
No. The night of the assassination attempt was the first I saw her. I knew neither her face nor her name. All I knew is she was descended of the first exalt.

Libra:
Your debt was to a man who died over a thousand years ago?

Panne:
It is the debt of all the taguel. We are told the story as kits. In his time, the taguel were slaves to humans. Kept as labor—or even pets—we were treated worse than livestock. The slightest resistance would earn a swift execution, to serve as an example.

Libra:
I've never heard of such cruelty.

Panne:
Humans are quick to forget history. ...Or rewrite it. But the first exalt had the strength and courage to end the horror. He stood up for the taguel, though it earned him the ire of his fellow humans. "We are all the same," he said. "Equal beings. No difference separates human and taguel."

Libra:
......

Panne:
It was a platitude then, as now. But in that platitude, my kind found salvation. Liberation and equality took time, but in those words we found dignity. And so we teach our young of the debt we owe him. Should any exalt ever need our aid, we will give it regardless of cost.

Libra:
I see.

Panne:
Despite our history, I never hated mankind. The exalt proved your race's worth. Until man-spawn slaughtered my people and put my warren to ruin, that is.

Libra:
Panne, I haven't the words to tell you—

Panne:
I've spoken all of mine as well, and wasted both of our time.

Libra:
Not at all! You've allowed me to better understand who you are, Panne. And convinced me you are someone I would dearly love to know still better. I thank you for sharing your story with me.

Panne:
Hmph.

A Support

Libra:
Panne, I just had a word with Chrom. I hear you were involved in an altercation with some of the other soldiers?

Panne:
I don't see how that's your concern.

Libra:
Isn't it, though? The next time you find yourself in a situation like this, please, let me know. You needn't sully your hands for my sake. I can express my own displeasure.

Panne:
...You heard, then?

Libra:
Indeed. A little bird told me the cause of your scuffle. Apparently you intervened when someone began telling off-color jokes about me?

Panne:
Hmph. Perhaps I was just in the mood to hit someone that day.

Libra:
You always insist on hiding your kindness and denying your compassion. I would dearly love to see you embrace these traits more openly.

Panne:
I didn't ask your opinion. ...... Speaking with you made me feel better. And hearing those soldiers angered me. That is all. Now we're even.

Libra:
You amaze me, Panne. The light within you shines so brilliantly. Never losing its purity of character or allowing the world to dim its luster... I thank the gods and the exalt for granting me the chance to bask within its glow.

Panne:
You're mad. And a terrible flatterer.

Libra:
Apologies. Have I embarrassed you?

Panne:
...Hmph.

S Support

Libra:
Panne. There is a matter of import that I would discuss with you. Might I—

Panne:
Speak your business.

Libra:
Very well. I would like to ask only that you listen and give me a fair chance. ...And that you accept this ring.

Panne:
......

Libra:
......

Panne:
......

Libra:
Er, Panne? I thank you for accepting the ring, but, um... Have you nothing to say?

Panne:
You asked me to listen.

Libra:
Of all the times to start doing as you're asked...

Panne:
Come again?

Libra:
N-never mind. I retract my prior request for listening. Please, speak your mind. Be frank.

Panne:
I feel like leaping across a mountain range.

Libra:
...Is it safe to assume that means you're happy?

Panne:
That's not it. Something greater. I suspect this is...bliss.

Libra:
Well, I'm blissful to hear it! And relieved...

Panne:
What made you think to give me this?

Libra:
Greed, I fear. I succumbed to my baser inclinations. When presented with your brilliant light, I knew I had to have it all to myself.

Panne:
That's quite the desire, to have driven a man of the cloth to fall from grace. Perhaps I should be the one thanking your gods and your exalt.

Libra:
Mostly I feel like thanking you, Panne.

Panne:
Hah. You've done pretty well, yourself.