Fates Supports/Charlotte Ignatius(PC)
C Support
Ignatius: Hello, Mother. I was wondering if you could help me with something...
Charlotte: Such as?
Ignatius: You know...now that I'm here it seems a little silly. Forget about it. I can take care of it.
Charlotte: You get an unwanted visitor in your tent? A worm? A spider? Level with me.
Ignatius: It's a spider riding a worm. If it had just been a spider OR a worm, I could have handled it—I swear!
Charlotte: Say no more, my boy. We'll have this worm-rider flattened in no time.
Ignatius: Oh, gods... Please do NOT squish them. Just take them somewhere far, far away. This will be the last time—I promise.
Charlotte: The tough-guy act might fool your friends, my boy, but never your mother. Don't worry. You can always come crawling to me when things come crawling to you.
Ignatius: I know. I really am working up the courage to handle my own bugs, you know?
Charlotte: Teehee... If you say so. Now then, where'd I put that bug swatter?
Ignatius: No, I said DON'T squish them! I don't want bug guts on my things!
B Support
Ignatius: Good day, Mother. Do you have a moment?
Charlotte: I can spare a little time. Why? Is something...BUGGING you?
Ignatius: No! I told you, I'm going to deal with my own bugs from now on. Why, just the other day a ladybug landed on my forearm... And, through gritted teeth, I was able to gently brush it away.
Charlotte: You oughtta get a medal. But if that's not the trouble, then what is?
Ignatius: Well, it is about my tent. There's something wrong with it.
Charlotte: I hope it doesn't need patching, because you may be in the wrong department.
Ignatius: No, the fabric is intact. It's just... I believe my tent is haunted. As I was drifting off to sleep, I was sure I could see a face staring at me!
Charlotte: Heh heh... Did it look like... THIS?!
Ignatius: MOTHER! That's not funny.
Charlotte: Sorry, sorry. I don't mind helping you scare off the ghost, if that's what you want.
Ignatius: I mean, I don't believe in evil spirits. I know they don't exist, but... What if they do?
Charlotte: Teehee! It's been a long time since I heard that question. You've been terrified of ghosts ever since you were knee high. Ah, memories...
Ignatius: I'm sorry. I know it must seem like such a petty fear to you. You must be disappointed to have raised a coward.
Charlotte: Now, now. I didn't say that. It's fine to be scared of some things! Especially if they're petty!
Ignatius: Really? You mean that?
Charlotte: It's when you're scared of what matters that you have a problem. And I've never known you to be frightened of anything that matters.
Ignatius: Heh. Well, thank you, Mother.
Charlotte: Thinking about when you were little reminds me of the stuffed animals you had. Do you still need those things to get to sleep?
Ignatius: Yes, what of it?
Charlotte: Oh, nothing, I guess. I just thought... Well, maybe there's a connection between your bedtime pals and your fear of ghosts?
Ignatius: Oh. OH! Never mind.
A Support
Ignatius: Hello, Mother. I have something for you.
Charlotte: A charm, huh? You made this?
Ignatius: Yes. It's meant to bring you good luck.
Charlotte: Nice! Wish I'd had this back when I was trying to land a man... Why now, anyway?
Ignatius: It's just... I don't want you to die.
Charlotte: Oh, my boy.
Ignatius: I know I shouldn't worry about it, but... I get scared every time you fight. If something were to happen to you...
Charlotte: You don't have to worry about that. Your dad would never let it happen.
Ignatius: Yes, and I know how tough you are, too. But I still worry. You're the only person who accepts me just the way I am. I...I just can't stand the thought of losing you.
Charlotte: That's sweet and all, but... you're going to have to deal with it sometime, you know?
Ignatius: You're right. Of course.
Charlotte: Don't worry, my boy. You're tougher than you give yourself credit for. You're no coward. You're gonna make it in this world just fine by yourself. And it won't even be by yourself! Just think of all the people who love you!
Ignatius: I know. I'll try to be stronger. I'm sorry if I worried you.
Charlotte: Oh, I'm an old hand at worrying about you now. I worry so much about you that I practically forget to do it sometimes.
Ignatius: Mother... Just promise me that you'll live a long, healthy life, OK?
Charlotte: I don't know if I can promise...but I certainly hope so!
