Fates Supports/Niles Beruka
Niles: Well, well, Beruka.
Niles: Still haven't given up the assassin trade, I see.
Beruka: What do you want?
Niles: Been visiting Nohr, have we? A slum wouldn't be my first choice of vacation destination, but different strokes.
Beruka: You followed me?
Niles: People forget, what with all the thieving and killing I do, that I'm a skilled tracker. I was behind you every step of the way. I must say, it was a very pleasant view. Now, you and I both know that slum is a prime source for contracts. If you're planning to kill someone, I advise you come clean to me about it right now.
Beruka: Strange. If you're so skilled at tracking, then you should already know my business there.
Niles: W-well, I...
Beruka: Just admit it. You tried to follow me, but my trail went cold. That wasn't an accident.
Beruka: I'm not your average mark, Niles. I have a sixth sense for the street.
Beruka: But rest easy. I wasn't doing anything I shouldn't have been. So you can stop toying with me.
Niles: I saw you in that slum again.
Beruka: Still following me, hm?
Niles: And still you gave me the slip. So I'm here to admit defeat. You're too slippery for me to catch in the act. Instead, I'll just ask you straight out: What were you doing there?
Beruka: Why do you care?
Niles: I serve Lord Leo, so his interests are my interests. If you're doing anything that could hinder the war effort, it has to stop.
Beruka: I can't figure you out, Niles.
Niles: And what do you mean by that?
Beruka: You're like a different person now, next to your days as a bandit in the slums.
Beruka: I'm no less strange, of course. My parents abandoned me before I could learn their names or faces. I survived by working as a killer for hire. I think I changed, though, when I came here.
Niles: If you've really changed, why won't you tell me what you were doing back there? I won't stop dogging you until I hear it for myself.
Beruka: For you, the slums are a painful memory you want to put behind you. ...For me, they're something else.
Niles: What does THAT mean?
Beruka: Wouldn't you like to know.
Beruka: Come out, Niles. I know you're there.
Niles: Hmph... And here I thought I finally got one over on you.
Beruka: I let you follow me this time. I'm tired of getting the third degree.
Niles: Is this what passes for a graveyard around here?
Beruka: Yes. My mother was buried here.
Niles: The same mother who ditched you when you were a baby?
Beruka: Yes. An old associate of mine mentioned to me he knew where her gravesite was. I felt nothing at first. "What use do I have for the grave of the woman who abandoned me?" I thought. But when I took the time to visit, I felt overwhelmed by strange emotions.
Niles: ... So that's why you keep coming back.
Beruka: There's more, Niles.
Beruka: Mine aren't the only parents buried here. Your mother rests here as well.
Beruka: You never knew what became of her after she disappeared. Well, here she is.
Niles: ...This is news to me.
Beruka: I won't force you. But your mother isn't far, if you want to visit her.
Niles: ... I'll keep it in mind. No promises beyond that. Either way, you're in the clear.
Beruka: But...your mother's grave...
Niles: I never met the woman. I have no interest in doing it now.
Niles: I did what you suggested, Beruka. I went to visit my mother's grave.
Beruka: Why the change of heart?
Niles: I had to ask her about something, even if I never knew her. She didn't say much, but I think she would have given me her blessing. So I'm in the clear to propose to you. Beruka, will you take this ring?
Beruka: You...want to get engaged?
Niles: I surprised myself with all I said to that gravestone. I told my mother what a good woman you are and how much you mean to me. At the end, I wondered out loud if I should try to spend my life together with you.
Niles: If you're not interested, you can say so. I'll just go back to living alone and keeping my distance from most people. Because I can't see myself settling down with anyone else.
Beruka: ... I accept.
Beruka: I...don't want you to be alone.
Niles: ...Thank you, Beruka. That means a lot to me. Now, shall we take a trip to the slums? We can finally properly introduce each other to our parents.
Beruka: That sounds nice. I'll lead the way, as usual.