Fates Supports/Oboro Dwyer(PC)
C Support
Dwyer: Mother, I made you some coffee.
Oboro: Wow, how thoughtful. Thank you, Dwyer. Mmm, delicious. Gee, you sure do know how to brew one mean cup of java.
Dwyer: Really? I'm so glad you like it.
Oboro: Yeah, it's top notch. You might be even better than your father at making coffee.
Dwyer: Wow. Better than Father? That's very high praise. I should probably keep that to myself. He might get angry.
Oboro: You really think so? I don't know that he'd be upset, necessarily. He might get jealous though. Like, insufferably jealous.
Dwyer: Ahhh... That actually sounds much worse.
Oboro: Ahaha, right? Yeah, he is a bit competitive. If he heard me say that, he'd probably have me trying brew after brew of his coffee. At least until he made a cup better than you.
Dwyer: Ha. That does sound like Father. I still have more in the carafe. Let me know if you'd like another cup.
Oboro: Thanks, Dwyer.
B Support
Dwyer: Hmm.
Oboro: Is something on your mind, Dwyer?
Dwyer: Oh, hello, Mother. No, nothing in particular...
Oboro: Ha. That's cute. You really think you can stand there and lie to your mother?
Dwyer: Oh. Sorry.
Oboro: So, what's wrong? Maybe I can give you some advice if you talk to me.
Dwyer: It's just... I don't think I'm suited for the battlefield.
Oboro: Why do you think that?
Dwyer: Mother, you know why. I hate getting into fights. All I would do is weigh everyone else down in the heat of battle.
Oboro: Oh, Dwyer.
Dwyer: Maybe I should leave the army and go off to be a butler.
Oboro: You can't do that.
Dwyer: Huh?
Oboro: You belong here, Son.
Dwyer: Why?
Oboro: Because you're so kind.
Dwyer: No, I'm not.
Oboro: No need to blush. It's true—you are. Just a moment ago, you were trying your best to keep me from worrying.
Dwyer: All the more proof that I have no business on the battlefield. There's no room for kindness there.
Oboro: You're wrong, Dwyer. Kindness is one of the things needed most during a fight. There wouldn't be any teamwork if everyone was fending for themselves. I'd wager that you'd think of others even if you were in danger. Right? Some people might not realize it, but that's incredibly important.
Dwyer: ... Thank you, Mother. I'll do what I can to help my friends.
Oboro: That's the spirit. Do your best. I'll always be here to watch over you.
A Support
Oboro: What was I thinking...
Dwyer: Mother? Is something wrong?
Oboro: N-nothing. Maybe I'm just tired. That's it.
Dwyer: You know, sons can always see through their mothers lies.
Oboro: Heh. All right.
Dwyer: I might not be able to help, but I'm more than happy to listen.
Oboro: That's very sweet. Thank you.
Dwyer: So? What's up?
Oboro: I was just thinking. I realized that I'm an awful mother.
Dwyer: That's not even a little true. Don't say that.
Oboro: I basically told you to run out into battle.
Dwyer: Ah, you mean when I was worried the other day?
Oboro: Yes, exactly. First and foremost, a mother should always be trying to keep her child free from harm. But I told you to fight. To put yourself in great danger. That's not something any mother should say.
Dwyer: That's not true at all.
Oboro: Hmm?
Dwyer: You may have suggested that I stand and fight, but it was my choice to stay.
Oboro: That's fair.
Dwyer: More importantly, if I hadn't talked to you and received your advice... Well, your words moved me. I would have put my friends in real danger if we hadn't spoken before.
Oboro: Oh, Dwyer.
Dwyer: So please, don't worry. You're absolutely not a failure. You're the best mother anyone could ever hope for.
Oboro: Hee. Stop, you're gonna make me blush.
Dwyer: Now, how about I make you a hot cup of coffee to help you relax.
Oboro: Thank you. I'm very lucky to have such a thoughtful son.
