Fates Supports/Selena Ophelia(PC)
C Support
Ophelia: Mother, my situation is dire.
Selena: Ophelia, what's wrong?! Did something bad happen?!
Ophelia: A voracious beast stirs within me. It demands a hearty offering.
Selena: Seriously? You're just hungry?
Ophelia: That's right! You understand me so well, Mother.
Selena: Heh, of course I do. After all, I'm a chosen one.
Ophelia: Y-you are?! Somehow, I always suspected. I have to admit, I'm a little bit jealous. I wish I were a chosen one too! Then we could battle side by side.
Selena: Heh, that would be wonderful.
Ophelia: We'd better quiet this grumbling in my belly first.
Selena: All right, I'll make you a snack.
Ophelia: Let me help! What should I do first?
Selena: Can you grab those bowls for me?
Ophelia: You bet! Leave it to me. AHH!
Ophelia: Mother! According to my shattered-bowl fortune-telling—
Selena: Now listen, Ophelia. If you break something, just apologize, OK?
Ophelia: You're right. I'm sorry.
B Support
Ophelia: *sigh*
Selena: Ophelia, is something on your mind? You look worried.
Ophelia: Ahh, Mother. Of course you could tell. Chosen ones see everything, don't they?
Selena: You know it. Why not talk to me? Who knows, maybe I can give you some advice.
Ophelia: Well, I've been wondering something. Do you think I'll become a chosen one too?
Selena: Huuuuh? Why do you ask?
Ophelia: Well, it's just that I'm not strong like you and Father.
Selena: Oh dear, is that all? Don't be so concerned. Someday, you'll be a chosen one too.
Ophelia: You don't understand how I feel. You're so powerful already.
Selena: You know I wasn't always this way, right?
Ophelia: What do you mean?
Selena: My true strength came after I was already a chosen one.
Ophelia: Really?
Selena: Take a guess. Who do you think chose me?
Ophelia: Fate? Or the gods maybe?
Selena: Nope. Good try. It was you, silly.
Ophelia: M-me? I don't understand...
Selena: Your birth made me stronger than I ever thought possible, Ophelia. I knew I had to protect you, no matter what occurred.
Ophelia: Oh, I had no idea.
Selena: So, don't worry yourself so much. Eventually you will be a chosen one.
Ophelia: Oh my. Thank you, Mother.
A Support
Ophelia: Greetings, Mother!
Selena: Ah, Ophelia, you're in a good mood today.
Ophelia: Thanks to you, I am! You pulled me free when I had sunk into a whirlpool of despair.
Selena: I'm glad I could help you feel a bit 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.
Selena: That would be quite a bit of work. Why are you so curious now, dear?
Ophelia: Generations to come should benefit from your experience. I need your help, Mother. I must become much stronger. With your guidance, I can develop the tenacity and skill to back up my words. Maybe then I could inspire and help people.
Selena: Heehee. I see.
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.
Selena: I'll take you under my wing. But don't expect me to go easy on you, OK?
Ophelia: Thank you, Mother! Can we start with some chores?
Selena: Sure. How about you wash that pile of dirty dishes?
Ophelia: OK! You mean this pile here? AHH!
Ophelia: Umm, I broke the plates. Again. I'm sorry, Mother.
Selena: Hey, at least you apologized promptly this time.
Ophelia: A true chosen one doesn't try to hide their mistakes, right?
Selena: Heehee. You're learning already.
