Awakening Supports/Avatar(M) Frederick

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C Support

Frederick:
Your grip, stance, and breathing are wrong. Focus, Avatar. ...Again!

Avatar:
Ready!

Frederick:
That's enough for today. Your form has improved considerably. The pace of your progress is remarkable.

Avatar:
*Huff, huff* Th-thanks... I feel like...I've got the basics *huff* down now... But... S-so tired... *huff* I think I'm dying...

Frederick:
Ha! You're exaggerating! Or at least I pray so. Otherwise you might as well die here--- you won't last long on the battlefield.

Avatar:
I suppose...but I'm exhausted nonetheless... But you... You've hardly broken a sweat?

Frederick:
I should certainly hope not. If a little training winded me, I would be in no shape to serve Chrom.

Avatar:
Well, I'm impressed. You must train hard to build such endurance.

Frederick:
Well, I awaken before dawn each day to build the campfires... Then whenever we march, I scout the trail ahead, removing rocks and such... Wouldn't do to have someone turn an ankle mid-campaign, now would it?

Avatar:
(So that's why... I always thought it was just a fixation with pebble collecting...)

Frederick:
Beg pardon, did you say something?

Avatar:
Er, nothing important! But I owe you for this training session, so let me help you with tomorrow's fire. It's be a snap with my magic. Find a tree, hit it with a lightning bolt, and presto!

Frederick:
...Instant forest fire.

Avatar:
Oh! Well, yes, I suppose that...could happen... In any case, I do still owe you a favor. Whatever you like-- name it and it's yours. You needn't decide today, of course. Think it over for the next time we meet.

Frederick:
I am unaccustomed to asking favors, but if you insist, I shall find something.

B Support

Frederick:
Hello, Avatar. I've thought about your previous offer.

Avatar:
The favor? Oh, good! What'll it be? Just say the word.

Frederick:
I recall seeing you eat bear with great relish shortly after we first met. I should like you to teach me this skill. ...Eating bear, that is.

Avatar:
I remember that night! Lissa was in a froth. Said it smelled like...old boots, was it? Wait, so you didn't eat any, either?

Frederick:
I fear I've rarely been able to choke down wild game, and bear least of all. But as the war grows harsher, I can no longer afford to be picky. There may come a day when bear is the only food available to us. Best I train to overcome my aversion now, when our situation is not so dire.

Avatar:
True, and even the finest knight isn't much use on an empty stomach... All right then, you're on. Let's get you eating some bear!

Frederick:
Yes, I will train till I can consume anything, without concern for taste or decorum. Like an animal, or a savage... Or like you, Avatar.

Avatar:
......

Frederick:
Er, Avatar? ...Did I say something wrong?

Avatar:
Um, no, nothing. Don't worry about it.So Frederick. You don't have a problem with more common meats, do you?

Frederick:
Beef and pork are fine. I also enjoy a good chicken on occasion.

Avatar:
Then let's start simple. Take a bite of this jerky.

Frederick:
I shall tear into it with gusto! *munch, munch* BLEAGH! G-gamey! S-so gamey! What... *cough* What IS this?!

Avatar:
It's bear. Leftovers from the same bear we ate that night, in fact! I saved some.

Frederick:
Eeeaaaaagh! Healer! I need a healer!

Avatar:
Animal or savage, indeed. How rude of him... Guess he wasn't joking about his aversion to bear, though...

A Support

Avatar:
Hey there, Fredericson! I've got some new cured meat for you to try...

Frederick:
I'll thank you not to refer to me by that ridiculous name. ...And I'm not so gullible as to fall for your bear-jerky trick twice.

Avatar:
Oh? I thought you were serious about getting over this, Frederick. Look, I'm not a monster. I prepared a whole series of meats in order of gaminess. We can take it slow.

Frederick:
...Well, I suppose I did ask for this.

Avatar:
All right then. We'll start with chicken, then pork, then beef.

Frederick:
*Munch, munch* ...Hmm, excellent so far.

Avatar:
Next is mutton, It starts to get a little tricky here.

Frederick:
*Munch, munch* ...This is...manageable.

Avatar:
You're doing great! Okay, this one's venison.

Frederick:

• Munch, munch*
  

Avatar:
...By which I mean bear.

Frederick:
PFFFFFFF! Augh! By the gods! I'm d-dying! Dying! Ah... It's s-so dark... T-tell Chrom that...

Avatar:
Oh, stop exaggerating! Otherwise you might as well die here-- you won't last long on the battle...field? Whoa. I just had intense déjà vu.

Frederick:
I said the same to you, once upon a training session. And I was right. If I succumb to this, I can't well protect everyone on the front lines... My body is ready, Avatar! The next sample, if you please!

Avatar:
You talked yourself back into it? Impressive. And perhaps a little disturbing... Ah, well. Whatever works. Let's finish this Frederick! Open wide!