Fates Supports/Elise Ignatius(PC)
C Support
Ignatius: Hello, Mother. I was wondering if you could help me with something...
Elise: Sure! Whatcha got?
Ignatius: You know...now that I'm here it seems a little silly. Forget about it. I can take care of it.
Elise: Is it a slithery, slimy worm? A creepy, crawly spider?!
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!
Elise: Say no more! You just stay right here, and I'll have it squished in a jiffy!
Ignatius: Oh, gods...please do NOT squish them. Just take them somewhere far, far away. This will be the last time—I promise.
Elise: Aww, you sound so brave. Even though I can see your lips quivering... You're my son! You can always ask me for help if the bugs get too close for comfort.
Ignatius: I know. I really am working up the courage to handle my own bugs, you know?
Elise: I'm sure you are, sweetie. Now why don't we go squish those awful bugs, hmmm?
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?
Elise: I have lots of moments! What's up? Did you feel all the teeny-tiny legs of a bug on your skin again at night?
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.
Elise: Wow! Nice job! Hmm... I'm out of guesses, then!
Ignatius: Well, it is about my tent. There's something wrong with it.
Elise: Uh-oh. Is there a hole in it? Are you scared the bugs will get in that way?
Ignatius: No, the fabric is intact. 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!
Elise: Pfffft... Was it sticking its tongue out at you?
Ignatius: MOTHER! That's not funny.
Elise: Heeheehee. It kind of was, though... OK! Wanna go bust that ghostie together?
Ignatius: I mean, I don't believe in evil spirits. I know they don't exist, but... What if they do?
Elise: Awww. I remember you saying the same things when you were really little. You haven't changed a bit since then!
Ignatius: I'm sorry. It's embarrassing that I still need your help, of all people's, to deal with this.
Elise: Embarrassing why? I like having a son who still needs me for stuff! Even if it's silly!
Ignatius: Really? You mean that?
Elise: Yep! You'll see what I mean someday when you have kids of your own. And I hope even when you do, you'll still be my li'l cutie pie!
Ignatius: Heh. Well, thank you, Mother.
Elise: Speaking of cutie pies, do you still sleep with your stuffed critters?
Ignatius: Yes, what of it?
Elise: Awwww! I always thought that one kitty had the cutest whiskers on its face.
Ignatius: I never liked the look of that one's face, myself. It gave me the...the creeps...oh. OH! Never mind.
A Support
Ignatius: Hello, Mother. I have something for you.
Elise: Oooh! Did you make me one of your little charms?
Ignatius: Yes. It's meant to bring you good luck.
Elise: That's so sweet of you! Is there some special occasion?
Ignatius: It's just... I don't want you to die.
Elise: Awww, honey...
Ignatius: I know I shouldn't worry about it, but... I get scared every time you fight. If something were to happen to you...
Elise: Don't worry! I have good friends, a loving husband, and a sweet son looking after me!
Ignatius: Yes, and we all do our best to look after one another. 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.
Elise: Sweetie...you're looking at this all wrong. I know I won't always be around to play with you. Nothing lasts forever. But there are so many people for you to play with instead! If you get to know some of them better, it won't feel so bad when I'm gone.
Ignatius: You're right. Of course.
Elise: So don't be so scared. Even when we're apart, you'll have lots of friends!
Ignatius: I know. I'll try to be stronger. I'm sorry if I worried you.
Elise: I worry about you all the time, silly! You don't have to be sorry for that. I worry you're not eating enough, I worry you'll get sick, I worry your armor's dirty...
Ignatius: Mother! I get it. Just promise me that you'll live a long, healthy life, OK?
Elise: Sure! I'm just getting started in life—I'm not going anywhere for a long, long time!
