Fates Supports/Benny Beruka
Beruka: Do you need something?
Benny: No...not really. I noticed you're not very talkative.
Beruka: No. I speak when spoken to. Otherwise, I stay silent.
Beruka: Besides, I could say the same about you.
Benny: There's a difference, though. I want to talk. I'm just no good at it.
Beruka: I see. You have the desire, but lack the ability.
Beruka: That's never been my problem.
Beruka: Stimulating as this is, I'm leaving now.
Benny: Next time...
Benny: Next time, I'll think of something for us to talk about.
Beruka: ...If that's what you want.
Benny: You're so...blank, Beruka.
Beruka: ... This is it? This is the conversation topic you said you'd think of?
Benny: A nonstarter, huh?
Beruka: *shrug* I don't care what we talk about.
Benny: You'd think that would make it easy to talk to you. And yet...
Beruka: ... So I'm hard to read. What of it?
Benny: I didn't mean anything by it. Just a thing I realized.
Beruka: Noted. ... Was there anything else, or is that it?
Beruka: Benny. You clearly don't have anything to talk about. So why do you want to talk to me?
Benny: No reason...
Beruka: You want to talk to me for no reason?
Benny: Is that strange?
Beruka: You'd have to ask someone else. I'm not a good barometer of "strange."
Benny: We're allies. Is that an OK reason?
Beruka: Is that what you're going with? You want to talk...because we're allies?
Benny: Yeah...yeah, let's go with that.
Beruka: Then you're a fool. I won't hesitate to kill anyone at all if that's the assignment given to me. Even my "allies." It's a waste of my time chatting with someone I might someday have to kill.
Benny: OK. So...I'll just be going now...
Benny: Beruka? Are you OK?
Beruka: Leave me. You're a distraction.
Benny: A distraction from what?
Beruka: You just...talk to me all the time. For no reason. You said it yourself.
Benny: Uh... Are you feeling OK?
Beruka: Weren't you listening to me? I'm not good at the "feeling" thing. So leave me be.
Benny: Not good at it, huh? It sounds more like you're just not used to it.
Benny: You need practice. Don't worry, though. I'm strong.
Benny: I'm not trying to brag. What I mean is... even if you had an assignment to kill me, I wouldn't go down so easy.
Benny: Are you OK? Say something...
Beruka: ... I'm fine. Nothing wrong worth mentioning.
Benny: Good. That's good.
Beruka: Heh. I need to get used to it, huh? Maybe so... This isn't the life I used to live, after all.
Benny: So...do you want to keep talking about nothing with me? For no reason?
Beruka: Sure, Benny.
Benny: Oh. There goes the bird.
Beruka: Yeah. So long, bird.
Benny: Beruka, will you marry me?
Benny: I love you, you know...
Beruka: Hmm. I've never loved anyone.
Beruka: It's true. But when I'm with you, I'm not as tense as I always am. You make me feel safe to relax.
Benny: That's me with you too.
Beruka: We don't even have to talk. I'm happy just to sit quietly next to you.
Benny: Yeah...that's me too. Again.
Beruka: When I'm not with you and I think about you, my pulse runs faster.
Beruka: ... I guess all of that is what it's like to love someone.
Beruka: I love you, Benny. And let me guess... "It's the same for me."
Benny: It's true, though.
Beruka: The answer is yes. I'll marry you.
Beruka: Loving someone, having them love me back... It'll take some getting used to. But I'm happier right now that I can ever remember being.
Benny: Yep. It's the same for me.
Beruka: You're a good man, Benny.