Fates Supports/Beruka Ophelia(PC)

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C Support

Ophelia: Mother, my situation is dire.

Beruka: How so? Are you OK?

Ophelia: A voracious beast stirs within me. It demands a hearty offering.

Beruka: Oh. You're just hungry?

Ophelia: That's right! You know me so well.

Beruka: Of course I do. I am a chosen one.

Ophelia: Y-you are?! Somehow, I always suspected. I have to admit, I'm a little jealous. I wish I were a chosen one too! Then we could battle side by side.

Beruka: Heh. I would love that.

Ophelia: First we'd better quiet this grumbling in my belly.

Beruka: Fine. I'll make you a quick meal.

Ophelia: Let me help! What do you want me to do?

Beruka: Hmm. Can you grab the bowls, please?

Ophelia: Of course! Leave it to me. AHH!

Ophelia: Mother! According to my shattered-bowl fortune-telling—

Beruka: Ophelia, just apologize for breaking the dish.

Ophelia: You're right. I'm sorry.

B Support

Ophelia: *sigh*

Beruka: What's on your mind, Ophelia?

Ophelia: Ah, Mother. Of course you could tell. Chosen ones see everything, don't they?

Beruka: Of course we do. Did something happen? I'm always willing to listen.

Ophelia: I've been wondering. Do you think I'll become a chosen one too?

Beruka: Why do you ask?

Ophelia: Well, it's just that I'm not strong like you and Father.

Beruka: Is that all? Ophelia, don't worry. You can certainly become one.

Ophelia: You don't know how I feel. You're so powerful already.

Beruka: I wasn't always like this, you know.

Ophelia: Huh? What do you mean?

Beruka: I became stronger after becoming a chosen one.

Ophelia: Really?

Beruka: It's true. Do you know who chose me?

Ophelia: Hmm. Fate? Or the gods maybe?

Beruka: Heh, not quite. No, I was chosen by you.

Ophelia: By me? How is that possible?

Beruka: I became stronger when you were born into this world, Ophelia. I knew that I'd have to protect you from harm, no matter what.

Ophelia: Oh, I had no idea.

Beruka: Don't worry so much. Someday you'll become a chosen one too.

Ophelia: Thanks, Mother.

A Support

Ophelia: Good morning, Mother!

Beruka: Why hello, Ophelia. You look so happy.

Ophelia: Thanks to you, I am! You pulled me free when I had sunk into a whirlpool of despair.

Beruka: Hmm, I see. Glad to hear you're feeling better.

Ophelia: Now that I have moved past that darkness, I need you to teach me everything. Battlefield strategy, culinary techniques... Whatever wisdom you can spare.

Beruka: Why the sudden interest?

Ophelia: Generations to come should benefit from your experience. I need your help, Mother. I must become stronger. With your guidance, I can develop the tenacity and skill to back up my words. Maybe then I could inspire and help people.

Beruka: Heehee, is that right.

Ophelia: Please, I just want to be an incredible chosen one, like you! Teach me everything! I'll soak up your knowledge like a sponge.

Beruka: All right, if you insist.

Ophelia: Thank you, Mother! Can we start with some chores?

Beruka: Sure. Why don't you wash that pile of dishes over there.

Ophelia: All right. You mean these ones right her— AHHH!

Ophelia: Umm, I broke a plate. Again. I'm very sorry, Mother.

Beruka: Hmm, well at least you apologized right away this time.

Ophelia: Well, a true chosen one doesn't try to hide their mistakes, right?

Beruka: That's true. You're learning already.