Fates Supports/Beruka Ignatius(PC)
C Support
Ignatius: Hello, Mother. I was wondering if you could help me with something...
Beruka: Name it.
Ignatius: You know...now that I'm here it seems a little silly. Forget about it. I can take care of it.
Beruka: A worm, right? Or a spider. Either way, I'll eliminate the threat.
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!
Beruka: Not in my experience. But leave the squishing to me. I'll make it painless.
Ignatius: Oh, gods... Please do NOT squish them. Just take them somewhere far, far away. This will be the last time—I promise.
Beruka: Heh. I know my son better than that. Just know you can always come to me.
Ignatius: I know. I really am working up the courage to handle my own bugs, you know?
Beruka: Good luck with that. Now, where's this bug I need to neutralize?
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?
Beruka: I do. Why? Ah... Another worm infiltrated your tent?
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.
Beruka: What, then?
Ignatius: Well, it is about my tent. There's something wrong with it.
Beruka: Does it stand out too much? I could give you some advice on blending in.
Ignatius: There's nothing outwardly wrong. 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!
Beruka: Maybe it was the face of all the bugs I've eliminated for you. Karmic justice.
Ignatius: MOTHER! That's not funny.
Beruka: Sorry. I'll get to the bottom of this.
Ignatius: I mean, I don't believe in evil spirits. I know they don't exist, but... What if they do?
Beruka: Heh. If they threatened you, then I'd eliminate them. I've been telling you since you were a kid. You don't need to worry with me around.
Ignatius: I'm sorry. You've always been so no-nonsense. You must be disappointed to have raised a coward.
Beruka: Don't be sorry. It's weird, but...it's comforting to see how some things never change.
Ignatius: Really? You mean that?
Beruka: Yes. Maybe you'll understand someday, and maybe you won't. Either way, you're my kid. That's another thing that'll never change.
Ignatius: Heh. Well, thank you, Mother.
Beruka: Do you still keep those stuffed animals around? Has that changed?
Ignatius: I do. What of it?
Beruka: Heh. Next time you see a face, reach out for it. It might be softer than you think.
Ignatius: Oh. OH! Never mind.
A Support
Ignatius: Hello, Mother. I have something for you.
Beruka: It's nice. You made this?
Ignatius: Yes. It's meant to bring you good luck.
Beruka: That could be helpful. But what makes you think I need luck?
Ignatius: It's just... I don't want you to die.
Beruka: Oh. Um.
Ignatius: I know I shouldn't worry about it, but... I get scared every time you fight. If something were to happen to you...
Beruka: Unlikely.
Ignatius: Yes, I know you can handle yourself. 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.
Beruka: I'm sorry, Ignatius. I wish I could promise I'll always be with you. But I won't, so I can't.
Ignatius: You're right. Of course.
Beruka: But you'll be fine. When I'm gone, someone else who cares about you will be there. There are more of them than you think.
Ignatius: I know. I'll try to be stronger. I'm sorry if I worried you.
Beruka: Don't be. I'm used to it. If anything, it's good to have something worth worrying about.
Ignatius: Mother... Just promise me that you'll live a long, healthy life, OK?
Beruka: That's a tough promise to keep. But for you? I swear.
