Fates Supports/Forrest Ophelia

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Ophelia: Make my liege cry, will you?! You will pay for your impertinence in the fiery afterlife! Did you think I wouldn't have my trusty Missiletainn tome at hand?! Now, I will begin and end this battle with my finishing move! Luminary Upper—

Forrest: No, Ophelia! Don't attack him!

Ophelia: This man made you cry! I turned my back for one instant. And he struck like a viper! No punishment is too great for him! He should be burned to cinders! His cinders should be flung into an ocean! Then the ocean boiled dry!

Forrest: You've got this poor fellow all wrong, Ophelia. He's just a spice merchant! I was sampling his saffron when I got a speck in my eye. It's all MY fault! Please, put away your powerful tome before someone gets hurt.

Ophelia: You say he's just a merchant? Then consider yourself lucky, merchant of tears! Until next we meet!

Forrest: Everyone in the market is staring, Ophelia. Let's be on our way—now!

Forrest: I'm honored that you'd come to my defense, Ophelia. But don't you think that was a little overboard?

Ophelia: Overboard is the least I can do for you, the son of Prince Leo! My father has pledged his loyalty to your father—and I pledge mine to you. Generations of your family, watched over by generations of ours... Can you not hear the ringing of justice throughout all eternity?! Well, even if you can't, I can! So let the bells toll the death of your enemies!

Forrest: I appreciate that, Ophelia. But you really need to calm yourself.

Ophelia: Calm is for sheep! The fox is in the henhouse! A wolf is on the prowl! I put down the shepherd's crook and pick up a flaming sword! Yaaah!

Forrest: Ugh. How can I ever go to the market again with her around? She's liable to make the shops run with blood before she's through...

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Ophelia: I warned you, merchant of tears! You wouldn't get a second chance! Now you're the one who's going to be crying...in your grave!

Forrest: No, Ophelia! Not again! You can't attack the shopkeepers!

Ophelia: But, Forrest, this time he sprayed you with that vile fluid! This time, he will PAY.

Forrest: This isn't even the same shopkeeper as last time, Ophelia.

Ophelia: Really?

Forrest: And this one didn't do anything wrong either. It's perfume. I tested it on myself. Everyone's upset, Ophelia. We had better leave before you start a riot!

Forrest: I'm begging you, Ophelia. Please stop attacking the shopkeepers. Or anyone else that's not obviously an enemy.

Ophelia: My eyes are well trained to detect assassins out for your blood. I am a chosen one, after all.

Forrest: I can protect myself.

Ophelia: You're strong, Forrest, but my eyes are highly tuned to glimmers of evil. Are you sure that was perfume? That he wasn't an assassin? Any one of those shopkeepers could have evil in their heart. Or all of them!

Forrest: Perhaps. But I doubt it.

Ophelia: I need to protect my liege. I will stay at your side when I can. I will watch from afar when I can't! Thus is the life of a chosen one.

Forrest: You have to stop this, Ophelia.

Ophelia: Stop?! I have hardly started! Next time you go to the market, those merchants won't be selling. They'll be paying... WITH THEIR LIVES.

Forrest: This most certainly is not going to end well.

A Support

Ophelia: Wait up, Forrest! Are you heading to the market again?

Forrest: Ah, Ophelia. You found me.

Ophelia: I've followed you for a while. So many zigs and zags. I thought you might have gotten lost, but now I see you've found your bearings!

Forrest: If a shopkeeper shows me something, are you going to attack again?

Ophelia: With every fiber of my eternal being! I am a chosen one!

Forrest: Then I demand that you stay here.

Ophelia: Why?!

Forrest: You're making me miserable by seeing enemies everywhere they're not! I know you just want to keep me safe, but I can't let innocents get hurt.

Ophelia: You can't go by yourself.

Forrest: Let's say there was an assassin out to get me—aren't there easier ways to do it? Setting up a stall, arranging merchandise, selling there day after day... All in the hopes that I might show up one day?

Ophelia: When you put it that way... Yes.

Forrest: Ugh, Ophelia. If I was out for my blood, I'd follow me until I was somewhere private. A market is the last place I'd ever try to off myself.

Ophelia: You're too noble of blood to realize how low some will go.

Forrest: Thank you for your service, Ophelia. But if you truly do serve my royal family, then obey me now. Stay here. I don't want anyone to get hurt. Not them or you.

Ophelia: Only if you make me a promise, Forrest. Watch your back. And your sides. Your front, above, and below! Danger abounds in a market. But I never meant to make you sad. So do go without me. Be careful.

Forrest: Really? You'll stay here?

Ophelia: I'll do better than that. I give you my solemn vow never to attack shopkeepers.

Forrest: In that case, care to come with me to the market? I've got my eye on a nice scarf. If you promise not to destroy anyone, I'd love to get your opinion on it.

Ophelia: I'd love to! As I said, my eyes are well trained to detect— Er, bargains.

Forrest: Now there you can watch my back. I can be such a spendthrift!

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Forrest: Hello, Ophelia. I wonder if you'd walk with me a bit?

Ophelia: Anything for you. Where are we going?

Forrest: Wait and see!

Ophelia: What? I can't wait. Tell me!

Forrest: Trust me. I know you'll like it.

Ophelia: All right, Forrest.

Ophelia: We're deep in the forest...Forrest.

Forrest: We'll be there any moment. Ah! There.

Ophelia: What a beautiful lake!

Forrest: I wasn't sure I could find it again. But here we are.

Ophelia: Clearly, a sacred place. The energy here laps at the shores of my heart—I may swoon!

Forrest: Well, don't swoon yet. I want to tell you about the legend of this lake.

Ophelia: Oooh! A legend, you say? Tell me more. Tell me everything!

Forrest: It's said that if two people pledge themselves to each other here... they live happily ever after.

Ophelia: Really?

Forrest: W-well then, Ophelia?

Ophelia: Y-yes, Forrest?

Forrest: I pledge myself to you.

Ophelia: You do? To me? But I thought...that you thought...that I was too...

Forrest: Too what? Too protective of me? Yes, a tad overzealous. But your devotion to me could fill this lake to overflowing. Or too vivid? Too colorful? Why, that's everything I love! You're unlike anyone I've ever met. How lucky I'd be to spend my life with you.

Ophelia: This whole time, I didn't think you really understood the depth of Ophelia Dusk...

Forrest: So, since we are here at this lake of legend, where love lasts forever... What do you say?

Ophelia: I say we ensure our happy ending by enacting the rose-petal ritual of legend!

Forrest: What ritual?

Ophelia: We will scatter rose petals across the surface of this lake. And when—and ONLY when—we have this lake pink with petals, we'll dive in!

Forrest: That's a lot of roses. It will be a romantic adventure finding so many!

Ophelia: We will leave no stone unturned in our search. No volcano unexplored!

Forrest: Then we'd better start. We'll be searching for the rest of our lives together!

Ophelia: There would be no better way to spend an eternity with you, Forrest.