Fates Supports/Laslow Xander

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Laslow: Hello, Prince Xander! How is milord doing today?

Xander: Not well, I'm afraid.

Laslow: I suspected as much, but I'm still sorry to hear it. What troubles you, milord?

Xander: I've had complaints of a royal retainer hitting on the women in town. ...Some of whom were even in the presence of their spouses at the time.

Laslow: Oh? Do you...know the identity of this gorgeous fiend, milord?

Xander: It was you, Laslow.

Laslow: Ah, indeed. Once again, your powers of deduction astound me, milord.

Xander: And that's not the worst of it. I received yet another report only this morning. "Royal retainer apprehended by town watch after engagement in tavern melee." "Witnesses report he joined the fight in an attempt to impress a local barmaid." What possesses you to do such things?

Laslow: Ah...the full moon, perhaps?

Xander: This is no laughing matter, my friend. Laslow... Do you remember the day we met?

Laslow: Of course! I'll never forget how shocked everyone in court was on that day. Selena and I might as well have appeared out of thin air, judging by their reactions. Nobles never expect mere commoners to make names for themselves in court.

Xander: And they were only further surprised when my father appointed you as my retainer. But while my father chose you, I felt I had to test you myself. Do you recall our duel? Once we began, I found myself taken aback by your strength. Your technique was flawless. At one point, I knew you were merely playing with me. Though I eventually gained the upper hand, I truly feared I might lose the match.

Laslow: You did? You never told me that.

Xander: I'd never seen someone like you before. You came from nowhere and possessed such incredible power. I imagined you to be a person of great fortitude and discipline. It saddens me to know you are nothing more than a lowly womanizer... How you became so strong when you spend all your time chasing girls is beyond me.

Laslow: Ahahaha... It's a gift, I suppose.

Xander: Though you continue to disgrace yourself, I won't abandon a trusted retainer. Still, I am obliged to take responsibility for any trouble you cause.

Laslow: Thank you very much, sir. I appreciate your support. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some training to do...

Xander: Hold! We aren't done here. I'm putting you under house arrest.

Laslow: What?! For some harmless flirting and that friendly little scrap?

Xander: For some time, you will be forbidden from leaving camp unescorted. In fact, whenever you are not performing your duties, you will remain in my chamber.

Laslow: That's absurd! I'm a grown man!

Xander: Do you mean to disobey me?

Laslow: N-no, milord. I've no wish to part with my flesh.

Xander: Good. Then it's settled.

Laslow: Yes, milord... *grumble*

B Support

Laslow: Ugh... So bored... Is this really all you're going to allow me to do all day? Sit here cross-legged on your floor while you go about your business?

Xander: It is. And you know whose fault that is. As long as you remain in my sight, I know you are not bothering the townspeople.

Laslow: But I'll get rusty! At least let me go out and get some training done...

Xander: Not a chance. I know you too well. The second you're out of sight, you'll make a beeline for the nearest town. Likely to harass yet another poor young woman.

Laslow: Fine, fine. Hm? Hm...

Xander: ...Staring at me like that will not give me cause to release you any sooner.

Laslow: So! You don't have a birthmark on your eye or anywhere, do you?

Xander: What? A birthmark?

Laslow: Yes. Like a crest or something. Maybe one symbolizing Nohrian royal lineage. Just curious.

Xander: What are you talking about? How would I even see with a mark on my eye?

Laslow: Haha! A fair point. I never figured that out myself. I ask because the royal family of my homeland had them. I wanted to know if it was the same here.

Xander: Oh? Is something on your mind? It's rare I hear you speak of your homeland.

Laslow: Is it? Well, if you'd like to know anything about it, I'd be happy to tell you. Although my boss is keeping me busy these days, so I'm a smidge pressed for time.

Xander: Was that sarcasm? With me? I admire your bravery.

Laslow: N-no, milord! I wouldn't dare!

Xander: Remember this well, Laslow. If you ever disobey me and attempt to flee, you will not make it far. I will seek you out, I will find you, and I will punish you. By any means necessary.

Laslow: Oh? And just how do you think you would find me?

Xander: I would begin by looking into your past, of course. No one gets through life without leaving footprints. No matter how remote their homeland is.

Laslow: Well, you may have a hard time of it then. There are very few footprints of mine in this world, and none of them are old. Besides, I don't know where you'd start with a false name and fake appearance.

Xander: What?

Laslow: ...

Xander: Laslow... Are you...

Laslow: ... Just kidding! I got you, didn't I?

Xander: So, you think it's fun to play pranks, do you? Very well. It appears as though you require stricter disciplinary action.

Laslow: What?!

Xander: I had planned to end your confinement today, but I think a change is in order. You are to report to my chambers at dawn tomorrow morning.

Laslow: What?! Please, no!

Xander: The more you protest, the longer your confinement will be. Understood?

Laslow: Yes, milord...

A Support

Laslow: Agh...my legs are aching like crazy... I hope this ends soon...

Xander: Laslow... Have I ever told you about my past retainers?

Laslow: No, milord, I don't believe you have.

Xander: Before you and Peri, I had another two retainers. They were both remarkable warriors— perhaps even stronger than you two. Both were serious and devoted. Their every action weighed and considered.

Laslow: They don't seem very similar to me. Or Peri, for that matter.

Xander: They weren't. If anything, they were your opposites. I always thought I would have them at my side even after ascending the throne.

Laslow: I see. Then why did you replace them?

Xander: I did not. They fell in battle at the hands of powerful Hoshidan soldiers. We were outnumbered. They both gave their lives to protect me.

Laslow: Oh...

Xander: It's easy to say they died fulfilling their duty. But...I believe that had I been stronger, they would still be alive. They died because I was weak.

Laslow: Lord Xander...

Xander: Laslow...if you wish to fritter away your life on nonsense, I cannot stop you. But, please... Stay vigilant. Don't ever make me experience something like that again.

Laslow: Understood. I will do my best. For you... and for your past retainers.

Xander: I am relieved to hear you say that. Thank you.

Laslow: Well, I have to admit, it didn't take much convincing. I'm quite attached to my flesh. However, there is a related matter I must speak to you about...

Xander: Hm?

Laslow: If, after the war, I were to go somewhere. Somewhere far away... If you never saw me again... Would you be angry? Would you be able to forgive me for abandoning you?

Xander: ...Yes. I would.

Laslow: Oh? Truly?

Xander: It is not your company I require. Only that you continue to draw breath. I just want you to ensure you live. Whatever your true name or appearance.

Laslow: Milord, I—

Xander: Wherever life takes you, remember this: You are not simply my retainer... You are my cherished friend. I wish you only the best in what you choose to do with your life. And, come what may, I will never forget you.

Laslow: Nor I you.

Xander: Good. Well, then. That will about do it. You may take your leave of me now.

Laslow: ...

Xander: Is something wrong?

Laslow: No. I just...didn't want the conversation to end just yet. We have only a limited amount of time in this world, after all.

Xander: You may remain if you wish. I am happy to pass the time with you.