Gerome/Supports

C Support

 * Avatar: Say, Gerome? I've been meaning to ask you something for a while now...
 * Gerome: ......
 * Avatar: Why do you always wear that mask?
 * Gerome: ......
 * Avatar: Is it merely for show, or does it have a deeper meaning?
 * Gerome: ......
 * Avatar: I'd appreciate some kind of response, if it's not too much trouble...? After all, we are comrades-in-arms.
 * Gerome: This will sound rude, but I have no desire to talk to you. Or anyone. I'm trying to associate as little as possible with anyone from this era.
 * Avatar: Oh? Why is that?
 * Gerome: For people from the future, like me, this world seems unreal. A dream. We are not meant to be here. This is not our place.
 * Avatar: Yes, but—
 * Gerome: No. The safest thing is to avoid contact as much as possible.
 * Avatar: I understand we are divided by time and history. But isnt' that all the more reason to reach across the chasm and forge bonds?
 * Gerome: What you suggest is impossible. Now leave me be.
 * Avatar: Very well. I will leave it there, for now. But we will discuss this again, you and I.
 * Gerome: ......

B Support

 * Avatar: Greetings, Gerome.
 * Gerome: I told you, I want nothing to do with you.
 * Avatar: Yes, I remember. And I'll try to honor that as best I can. But, please, do me one favor—tell me why you always wear that mask. It has something to do with combat, doesn't it? That must be the reason.
 * Gerome: It is indeed for battle. By masking my face, I can prevent the enemy from reading my emotions.
 * Avatar: Ah! To keep an enemy guessing about your intentions confers a decided advantage. Much like the "fog of war" that strategists exploit to confound and unbalance a foe.
 * Gerome: It also makes it harder for the foe to read the target for my next attack. I'm prepared to exploit any tactic that gives me an edge in battle.
 * Avatar: But it must also narrow your field of vision, yes? Make it easier to be caught unaware?
 * Gerome: And I must make up for that drawback through rigorous training. I have honed my instincts and senses to their absolute limits. The movement of the wind, the scent of sweat, the whisper of steel through air... I can sense these from any direction, even obscured by the mask. This is why I need no battle companions. My skill is more than enough.
 * Avatar: Hmm... The mask hides your emotions from foes on the battlefield... But I imagine it also serves to hide your inner self from allies as well?
 * Gerome: I fight without allies.
 * Avatar: I know you have made yourself strong enough to survive in this world alone. But is mere survival the only goal worth striving for?
 * Gerome: Of course not. My ultimate aim is victory over evil.
 * Avatar: Then you are going about it entirely the wrong way.
 * Gerome: Explain yourself.
 * Avatar: It's obvious, isn't it? Imagine that you, and you alone, survive. Around you lay the cooling bodies of foe and comrade alike. You are completely, utterly alone. Now ask yourself this: is that a victory worth winning?
 * Gerome: You twist my words.
 * Avatar: ......
 * Gerome: Hmph. Then the sermon is over? You weave a lovely tapestry with your words, master tactician. But talk is cheap. In the real world, where I must live, power is everything. Power is right, it is truth, it is victory. And I'll prove as much on the battlefield.
 * Avatar: Surely you do not truly believe that... I only pray he learns before it is too late...

A Support

 * Avatar: Gerome.
 * Gerome: What do you want, Avatar?
 * Avatar: I've been watching you more closely on the battlefield.
 * Gerome: And?
 * Avatar: Your strength and ability are more than my words can do justice. Your battlefield feats would seem to validate your methods. I underestimated you, and for that, I apologize.
 * Gerome: Actually...
 * Avatar: Yes?
 * Gerome: Do you remember when I told you I wanted nothing to do with people from this era? It was true when I said it...but perhaps I went too far in avoiding your kind.
 * Avatar: Oh?
 * Gerome: I've learned a lot from these grueling battles, about myself as much as anything. Why do I crave battle? Why do I seek power with such single-minded purpose? Once I thought to ask the questions, the answer was clear enough... I was raised in a nightmarish world haunted by the ghouls called Risen. I have SEEN the future and would do anything in my power to unmake it.
 * Avatar: I understand.
 * Gerome: But I see now that I cannot build this future alone, no matter how strong I am. Until we unite, peace shall forever elude our grasp.
 * Avatar: You are wiser than I credited you, Gerome. The task before us is indeed far too great for any one man. We must transform this world, change history, AND overcome fate!
 * Gerome: Do you think it's possible?
 * Avatar: I do, so long as we all work together. We must rely on the ties that bind us. We must lend each other aid, support each other, and act as one. Then, there is hope.
 * Gerome: There is wisdom in your words, tactician. Perhaps I should spend more time listening to people of this age.
 * Avatar: Heh, I like to think we have our moments.

C Support

 * Avatar: Hello, Gerome.
 * Gerome: Avatar.
 * Avatar: What are you doing here all alone?
 * Gerome: I'm doing nothing in particular. As for being alone, that's my normal condition.
 * Avatar: Um, please don't take this the wrong way, but... If you really want to be left alone, why do you wear such a conspicuous mask?
 * Gerome: The two are unrelated.
 * Avatar: Are they now? Hmm...
 * Gerome: Why are you so obsessed with what I do, anyway?
 * Avatar: Oh, I wouldn't say obsessed. Maybe...concerned. I just think you could do a better job of getting to know your comrades-in-arms.
 * Gerome: Why? I'm not like them. I don't share their convictions. I didn't travel back her to try and relive some lost golden age of peace.
 * Avatar: Well, I don't think that's why any of you came back.
 * Gerome: Enough. I'm done talking about this. ...And with you. I'm trying not to associate with anyone from this era unless necessary in battle.
 * Avatar: Fair enough. I'll leave you to it, then.
 * Gerome: ......

B Support

 * Avatar: How are things, Gerome?
 * Gerome: I thought I was clear that I didn't wish to associate with others.
 * Avatar: Supper is ready. Or are you eschewing food as well as company?
 * Gerome: ...I eat alone.
 * Avatar: ...Don't you think meals are more enjoyable in the company of friends?
 * Gerome: Food is fuel for the body. Nothing more.
 * Avatar: I disagree. Mealtime is much more than just filling some physical need. It's an opportunity to get to know your allies: learn their habits, their quirks. Such things can prove very useful when you step on the battlefield together.
 * Gerome: Bah. I've fought well enough without such knowledge until now. The pack doesn't need the lone wolf, and he doesn't need them.
 * Avatar: I'm not so sure...but we can leave it there. Hold on a moment, and I'll bring your meal out here.
 * Gerome: Didn't I make myself clear? I don't need your help in this matter, or any matter. I'm capable of getting my own meal.
 * Avatar: Good heavens, but you are a stubborn one. All right then. I'll leave you be. ...But I expect to see that plate clean. I won't have anyone wasting food. Not even the "lone wolf."
 * Gerome: ......

A Support

 * Avatar: Hello, Gerome.
 * Gerome: What do you want, Avatar?
 * Avatar: Heh, you sound so pleased to see me! Am I interrupting your training?
 * Gerome: Yes. Whenever I'm alone, I work through a set of muscle-strengthening exercises. I'm always trying to make myself stronger.
 * Avatar: Very admirable. Well, I don't want to get in your way. I'll leave you to it...
 * Gerome: You can remain if you like.
 * Avatar: I thought you preferred to be alone.
 * Gerome: Most of the time this is true. But recently... Well, perhaps the idle chats you all engage in aren't a complete waste of time...
 * Avatar: Oh? Are you saying you'd like to have one of those idle chats with me?
 * Gerome: That would be...acceptable.
 * Avatar: Well, this IS a surprise!
 * Gerome: It's not like you would leave me alone anyway, am I right?
 * Avatar: Heh, perhaps not.
 * Gerome: That's what I thought. So go on then. You want to talk? Talk.
 * Avatar: Heh heh, right then. So, what do you think about the...

C Support

 * Vaike: Hey, Gerome.
 * Gerome: What do you want?
 * Vaike: Oh, nothin' in particular. I just—
 * Gerome: Then why are you talking to me? I'm not here to make friends.
 * Vaike: Apparently not... But what about family?
 * Gerome: ......
 * Vaike: I been thinkin': we're father and son... Perhaps it's time we started actin' like it. Lucina calls Chrom "Father," Right? Maybe you should try that with me?
 * Gerome: You may look like my father, but you are not the same man. My father is dead and gone. ...You are a stranger.
 * Vaike: Ouch! That was pretty cold, friend. (And Chrom wins yet again...) Look, I know your true father is gone, and I know ya must miss him greatly. ...But I thought maybe our relationship could help heal that wound.
 * Gerome: Then you are a fool.
 * Vaike: Hey! That kinda talk is uncalled for! I'm only offerin' this out of a sense of—
 * Gerome: This conversation is over. I have business elsewhere. I must feed and clean Minervykins before bedtime.
 * Vaike: ...Minervykins?
 * Gerome: Er, that is... I did not mean to... Bah! Your stupidity is contagious!
 * (Gerome leaves)
 * Vaike: Sheesh. That kid...

B Support

 * Vaike: Heya, Gerome. Have ya been takin' good care of little Minervykins?
 * Gerome: I did NOT call her that! The very idea is ludicrous! ...You must have misheard.
 * Vaike: Aw, no need to get your smallclothes in a twist, Gerome. Cherche sometimes calls her wyvern Minervykins, too. Eventually, I picked up the habit as well.
 * Gerome: Oh... Er, right. I knew that.
 * Vaike: Heh heh. You know, you're adorable when you're flustered!
 * Gerome: ......
 * Vaike: All right, all right. No need to glare! I didn't mean nothin' by it...
 * Gerome: ...Apology accepted.
 * Vaike: Heh. Thanks very much, Your Grace. I gotta say, seein' ya so angry reminds me quite a bit of Cherche.
 * Gerome: What do you mean?
 * Vaike: Mmm? Oh, er, nothin'... Hey! Is that your Minerva over there?
 * Gerome: It is.
 * Vaike: Hmm, more intimidatin' than Cherche's... Scarier, more ferocious...
 * Gerome: Truly! In the future, people oft remarked she was the prettiest wyvern in the realm. Just look at those big, smokey eyes... She's such a cutey-poo! Er, I mean... Um... You tricked me into saying that!
 * Vaike: I didn't trick ya into anythin'! You said it all by yourself!
 * Gerome: That's it. I'm leaving. WE'RE leaving. ...Minerva, to me!
 * (Gerome leaves)
 * Vaike: Heh, he really is adorable when he's flustered...

A Support

 * Vaike: Hey, Gerome. Spendin' some quality time with Minerva again, are ya?
 * Gerome: ...Why do you insist on following me everywhere?
 * Vaike: Ain't nothin' as sinister as your tone implies. I can promise you that. I just wanted to talk about our relationship again. About bein' father and son... Now that I've seen your sensitive side, I thought we might—
 * Gerome: I have no sensitive side.
 * Vaike: Er, right. But remember when ya said Minerva was a cutey-poo? The look of love that flitted across your face was so tender and sincere, I—
 * Gerome: MINERVA, ATTACK! RIP HIS LYING MOUTH OFF HIS FAT, LYING FACE! ...... ...Er, Minerva?
 * Vaike: Minerva would never attack me, Gerome. She knows I'm family. Hey there, little Minerva. You remember Ol' Vaike, don't ya?
 * Gerome: M-Minerva? ...Do you truly consider this buffoon part of our family? ...... ...I see. Very well, Minerva. If that is what you wish...
 * Vaike: Er, what'd Minerva say?
 * Gerome: Hmph. You claim to be part of the family, but you can't understand her?
 * Vaike: Er, well... It's an acquired skill.
 * Gerome: It matters not. Minerva says you are family, and I am thus duty bound to accept you. I'm... I'm sorry I treated you so poorly. ...Father.
 * Vaike: ...Did you just call me Father?
 * Gerome: Don't get used to it. ...Minerva, to me! We're leaving!
 * Vaike: W-wait, Gerome! Son! Say it once more! Say it in front of Chrom!
 * Gerome: Bah, enough already!

C Support

 * Kellam: Hello, Gerome.
 * Gerome: What do you want?
 * Kellam: Oh, nothing in particular. I just—
 * Gerome: Then why are you talking to me? I'm not here to make friends.
 * Kellam: Apparently not. But what of your family?
 * Gerome: ......
 * Kellam: I was thinking: we're father and son... Perhaps it's time we started acting like it. Lucina calls Chrom "Father," you know? We could start there.
 * Gerome: You may look like my father, but you are not the same man. My father is dead and gone. ...You are a stranger.
 * Kellam: Gods, is everyone so tactless in the future? I know your true father is gone, and I know you must miss him greatly. ...But I thought perhaps our relationship could help heal that wound.
 * Gerome: Then you are a fool.
 * Kellam: Hey! Mind your mouth, Gerome. I'm only offering this out of a sense of—
 * Gerome: This conversation is over. I have business elsewhere. I must feed and clean Minervykins before bedtime.
 * Kellam: ...Minervykins?
 * Gerome: Er, that is... I did not mean to... Bah! Your stupidity is contagious!
 * Kellam: *Sigh* That boy...

B Support

 * Kellam: Hello, Gerome. Have you been taking good care of little Minervykins?
 * Gerome: I did NOT call her that! The very idea is ludicrous! ...You must have misheard.
 * Kellam: Hey, don't get your smallclothes in a twist, Gerome... Cherche sometimes calls her wyvern Minervykins, too. Eventually, I picked up the habit as well!
 * Gerome: Oh... Er, right. I knew that.
 * Kellam: Heh heh. You know, you're adorable when you're flustered.
 * Gerome: ......
 * Kellam: H-hey, no need to glare! I meant no offense...
 * Gerome: ...Apology accepted.
 * Kellam: Heh, well that's very generous of you, Your Grace... Though I must say, seeing you so angry reminds me quite a bit of Cherche.
 * Gerome: What do you mean?
 * Kellam: Mmm? Oh, er, nothing... Hey! Is that your Minerva over there?
 * Gerome: It is.
 * Kellam: Hmm, more intimidating than Cherche's... Scarier, more ferocious...
 * Gerome: Truly? In the future, people oft remarked she was the prettiest wyvern in the realm. Just look at those big, smoky eyes... She's such a cutey-poo! Er, I mean... Um... You tricked me into saying that!
 * Kellam: I didn't trick you into anything... You said it all by yourself.
 * Gerome: That's it. I'm leaving. WE'RE leaving. ...Minerva, to me!
 * Kellam: Heh, adorable when he's flustered indeed...

A Support

 * Kellam: Hello, Gerome. Spending quality time with Minerva again, I see?
 * Gerome: ...Why do you insist on following me everywhere?
 * Kellam: It's nothing so sinister as your tone implies, I assure you... I just wanted to talk about our relationship again. About being father and son... Now that I've seen your sensitive side, I thought we might—
 * Gerome: I have no sensitive side.
 * Kellam: Er, right. But remember when you said Minerva was a cutey-poo? The look of love that flitted across your face was so tender and sincere, I—
 * Gerome: MINERVA, ATTACK! RIP HIS LYING MOUTH OFF HIS FAT, LYING FACE! ...... ...Er, Minerva?
 * Kellam: Minerva would never attack me, Gerome. She knows I'm family. There, there, little Minerva. You remember me, don't you?
 * Gerome: M-Minerva? ...Do you truly consider this buffoon part of our family? ...... ...I see. Very well, Minerva. If that is your wish...
 * Kellam: Er, what did Minerva say?
 * Gerome: Hmph. You claim to be part of the family, but you can't understand her?
 * Kellam: Um, well... It's an acquired skill.
 * Gerome: It matters not. Minerva says you are family, and I am thus duty bound to accept you. I'm... I'm sorry I treated you poorly. ...Father.
 * Kellam: ...Did you just call me Father?!
 * Gerome: Don't get used to it. ...Minerva, to me! We're leaving!
 * Kellam: W-wait, Gerome! Son! Let me hear you say it again!
 * Gerome: Bah, enough already!

C Support

 * Libra: Hello, Gerome.
 * Gerome: What do you want?
 * Libra: Oh, nothing in particular. I just—
 * Gerome: Then why are you talking to me? I'm not here to make friends.
 * Libra: Apparently not. But what of your family?
 * Gerome: ......
 * Libra: I was thinking: we're father and son... Perhaps it's time we started acting like it. Lucina calls Chrom "Father," you know? We could start there.
 * Gerome: You may look like my father, but you are not the same man. My father is dead and gone. ...You are a stranger.
 * Libra: I suppose what you say is true, but you could stand to open your heart a bit more... I know your true father is gone, and I know you must miss him greatly. ...But I thought perhaps our relationship could help heal that wound.
 * Gerome: Then you are a fool.
 * Libra: Oh, gods, labeled a fool by my own child... You should know, Gerome, that I'm only offering this out of a sense of—
 * Gerome: This conversation is over. I have business elsewhere. I must feed and clean Minervykins before bedtime.
 * Libra: ...Minervykins?
 * Gerome: Er, that is... I did not mean to... Bah! Your stupidity is contagious!
 * Libra: *Sigh* That boy...

B Support

 * Libra: Hello, Gerome. Have you been taking good care of little Minervykins?
 * Gerome: I did NOT call her that! The very idea is ludicrous! ...You must have misheard.
 * Libra: Peace, Gerome. It was an innocent remark and nothing more. Cherche sometimes calls her wyvern Minervykins, too. Eventually, I picked up the habit as well.
 * Gerome: Oh... Er, right. I knew that.
 * Libra: Heh heh. You know, you're adorable when you're flustered.
 * Gerome: ......
 * Libra: All right, all right. No need to glare now. I meant no offense...
 * Gerome: ...Apology accepted.
 * Libra: That's very kind of you. Though I must say, seeing you so angry reminds me quite a bit of Cherche.
 * Gerome: What do you mean?
 * Libra: Mmm? O-oh, nothing... Hey, is that your Minerva over there?
 * Gerome: It is.
 * Libra: Hmm, she seems more intimidating than Cherche's. Scarier, more ferocious...
 * Gerome: Truly? In the future, people oft remarked she was the prettiest wyvern in the realm. Just look at those big, smoky eyes... She's such a cutey-poo! Er, I mean... Um... You tricked me into saying that!
 * Libra: Oh? I didn't trick you into anything... You said it all by yourself.
 * Gerome: That's it. I'm leaving. WE'RE leaving. ...Minerva, to me!
 * Libra: Heh, he is indeed adorable when he's flustered.

A Support

 * Libra: Hello, Gerome. Spending quality time with Minerva again, I see?
 * Gerome: ...Why do you insist on following me everywhere?
 * Libra: It's nothing so sinister as your tone implies, I assure you... I just wanted to talk about our relationship again. About being father and son... Now that I've seen your sensitive side, I thought we might—
 * Gerome: I have no sensitive side.
 * Libra: Er, right. But remember when you said Minerva was a cutey-poo? The look of love that flitted across your face was so tender and sincere, I—
 * Gerome: MINERVA, ATTACK! RIP HIS LYING MOUTH OFF HIS FAT, LYING FACE! ...... ...Er, Minerva?
 * Libra: Minerva would never attack me, Gerome. She knows I'm family. There, there, little Minerva. You remember me, don't you?
 * Gerome: M-Minerva? ...Do you truly consider this buffoon part of our family? ...... ...I see. Very well, Minerva. If that is your wish...
 * Libra: What did Minerva say?
 * Gerome: Hmph. You claim to be part of the family, but you can't understand her?
 * Libra: Well... It's an acquired skill.
 * Gerome: It matters not. Minerva says you are family, and I am thus duty bound to accept you. I'm... I'm sorry I treated you poorly. ...Father.
 * Libra: ...Did you just call me Father?
 * Gerome: Don't get used to it. ...Minerva, to me! We're leaving!
 * Libra: W-wait, Gerome! Son! Let's hear it just one more time!
 * Gerome: Bah, enough already!

C Support

 * Gerome: Minerva, you looks so sad and woebegone. I suppose it's my fault, isn't it? If it wasn't for me, you'd be living a life of tranquility in Wyvern Valley. I'm sorry that I've dragged you into yet another terrible war. ...Hmm? What's that? That's not why you're sad? ...Ah, yes. I understand completely. Your original mistress is alive in this time, and you pine for her hand on the reins.
 * Cherche: ...That's not it either.
 * Gerome: Ch-Cherche?!
 * Cherche: Minerva is worried about you. Don't you see that forlorn look in her eyes?
 * Gerome: Minerva, is that true?
 * Cherche: I sense a powerful bond of trust and friendship between you. Heh, it seems you've been doing a fine job of looking after each other.
 * Gerome: We must not be that close if I can't even understand what she's trying to tell me... Come, Minerva. Let's go.
 * Cherche: Tsk. So impatient...

B Support

 * Cherche: Gerome, might I have a word?
 * Gerome: If you must.
 * Cherche: What is this attitude of yours? Must you always turn a cold shoulder to me?
 * Gerome: I did not pass through time to make bosom companions on the other side. And I especially did not come here to make friends with you.
 * Cherche: Yes, charming and pleasant as ever... Well, I actually came here to talk about Minerva, not us. I have a request.
 * Gerome: What is it?
 * Cherche: You handle the reins superbly... I was hoping you'd teach me what you know.
 * Gerome: I have nothing to teach you. I just sit in the saddle and follow Minerva's lead.
 * Cherche: Oh, hogwash. I've seen how you two swoop and dance in the sky. Plus you handle the lance with such verve! A skilled rider like yourself has a great deal to teach me.
 * Gerome: How skilled could I be to still fall victim to the cruel whims of fate? ...How skilled could I be when I was unable to protect those I loved?
 * Cherche: Sometimes, no matter how strong you are, you cannot change destiny on your own. But you know that, don't you? That's why you've taken up arms in our cause.
 * Gerome: ...Yes, it's true. By joining you, I hope to accomplish what I could not alone.
 * Cherche: Then you must teach me. If for not my sake, then for your own cause.
 * Gerome: I...I cannot deny there is a truth to your words. Very well...

A Support

 * Cherche: Thank you for your time, Gerome. Training is always better with a partner. Especially one as skilled as you.
 * Gerome: I learned much from you as well, Cherche. Your aerial tactics are second to none.
 * Cherche: Did you call me Cherche then, too? back in your own time, I mean.
 * Gerome: It...matters not.
 * Cherche: Who DID you inherit this surliness from? Was it me or your father?
 * Gerome: You would know better than me. My parents were gone long before I could build any meaningful memories.
 * Cherche: I...I didn't know that.
 * Gerome: They spent their time helping smallfolk in one corner of the land or another. I waited for them, of course. Waited for the day that they might come home to me. ...But only Minerva returned.
 * Cherche: ...I'm so very sorry.
 * Gerome: People everywhere grieved for the heroes and honored their noble sacrifice. But I didn't want heroes. I wanted a father and a mother...
 * Cherche: I swear to you, Gerome, that won't happen this time. I'll never leave you.
 * Gerome: I know. After all, that's why I'm here—to change fate so you won't have to. This time, I'll make sure you survive. This time, we'll be together...

C Support

 * Lucina: Gerome?
 * Gerome: Ah, Lucina.
 * Lucina: I'm not intruding, am I? I don't want to disturb your rest.
 * Gerome: It's fine. What do you want?
 * Lucina: Well, nothing, really. I just came to say thank you.
 * Gerome: For what?
 * Lucina: You gave me your mask, remember? You said there might come a time where I would need to conceal my identity...
 * Gerome: Ah. Yes. I remember.
 * Lucina: Well, it was very prescient of you! The mask proved most useful. So again, thank you.
 * Gerome: Think nothing of it.

B Support

 * Lucina: *Sigh*
 * Gerome: Something wrong, Lucina?
 * Lucina: Oh, hello, Gerome...
 * Gerome: What's the matter?
 * Lucina: I've lost my pendant.
 * Gerome: Oh? What manner of pendant?
 * Lucina: It's carved with the likeness of my mother. It's very precious to me.
 * Gerome: ...Where was the last place you saw it?
 * Lucina: I took it off while I was cleaning the supply tent. I didn't want it getting scratched.
 * Gerome: I suppose you've already searched there?
 * Lucina: Many times.
 * Gerome: Then we should retrace your steps and see if we can't find it.
 * Lucina: You'll help me look?
 * Gerome: It's important to you, isn't it?
 * Lucina: Yes, very much so. I simply... Thank you, Gerome.
 * Gerome: Thank me when we find it.

A Support

 * Lucina: Ah, Gerome. Perfect timing.
 * Gerome: Oh? What for?
 * Lucina: We're holding a war council, and I was hoping you might attend.
 * Gerome: Sorry. I'm not much for group activity.
 * Lucina: A pity. We could benefit from your calm, measured opinions. You have a keen mind for combat as well... Regardless, I will not force you.
 * Gerome: I am sorry to disappoint you. But I know my own limitations. I am not one for plans or speeches. I am a wolf that deals only in death.
 * Lucina: Then we have something in common.
 * Gerome: We do not. You are a leader who can inspire with both words and deeds. Though we fight alongside each other in the field, we play different roles.
 * Lucina: You sell yourself short, sir.
 * Gerome: The right tool for the right job. Isn't that what they say? You provide the inspiration and strategy. I will cut down any who dare oppose you.
 * Lucina: There is a certain wisdom to what you say.
 * Gerome: Don't sound so surprised... Now, I have some swords to sharpen, and I think you have a council to attend.
 * Lucina: Farewell, Gerome. I shall look for you on the battlefield.
 * Gerome: You needn't look far—I will stand beside you, as always.

S Support

 * Gerome: Lucina? I need to speak with you.
 * Lucina: What is it?
 * Gerome: I... regret refusing your invitation to the war council. I am sorry
 * Lucina: You owe me no apologies, Gerome. I understand your thinking... "The right tool for the right job." We must all strive to perform our roles as best we can.
 * Gerome: I know I said that, but I was mistaken.
 * Lucina: ...You were?
 * Gerome: I want to help you in any way I can, Lucina.
 * Lucina: I... Thank you, Gerome.
 * Gerome: I have admired you for many long years. I would gladly die for you. But when you asked me to help in an unfamiliar way, I chose the craven's path. I hope you can forgive me.
 * Lucina: Fine, you are forgiven! Then can we now please stop with this absurd apology? You have been my most stalwart companion ever since childhood, Gerome. And if anyone else named you craven, I would cut them down on the spot!
 * Gerome: ...Thank you, Lucina.
 * Lucina: Lone wolf you may be, but there is no one I rely upon more in a battle. Besides, what you've shown here is as inspiring as any speech or grand tact—
 * Gerome: Lucina, enough!
 * Lucina: I beg your pardon?
 * Gerome: I am no poet, Lucina, to woo you with honeyed words. I am a blunt measure of a man, so I know no other way to say this... I love you.
 * Lucina: Oh, Gerome...
 * Gerome: If truth be told, I've felt this way since I first laid my eyes on you. But only after all these years have I finally found the courage to tell you.
 * Lucina: But I have felt the same, Gerome, for so long! Did you never sense it?
 * Gerome: You mean... we've both had this feeling? And since long ago?
 * Lucina: Heh, I guess neither of us is regarded as one to display our emotions...
 * Gerome: Then I regret our past, but we have our present and the future. Together.
 * Lucina: We shall fight, and live, side by side from now until we draw our final breath.

C Support

 * Inigo: Hey, Gerome. How's it going?
 * Gerome: ......
 * Inigo: What's with the silent treatment? Nothing? Not even a monosyllabic reply? Grunt once if you can hear me.
 * Gerome: ......
 * Inigo: Look, you're already hard enough to read thanks to that silly mask. The least you could do is respond when someone says hello.
 * Gerome: No, it isn't.
 * Inigo: What isn't?
 * Gerome: It isn't the least I can do. The least I can do is nothing. And I've no intention of whiling away my valuable hours with a vapid male floozy.
 * Inigo: Yowch. What did I ever do to you? Aside from that time I stepped on your wyvern's tail, which was SO an accident. Oh, wait. There's also that time I left all that butter in your tent. Did you get the butter scorpions cleared out yet? Those guys can be nasty. Wait, I know what this is about! You're mad because I voted you Most Likely to Go Bald at dinner last week.
 * Gerome: ......
 * Inigo: Not that either, eh? Hmm... Well, I'm fresh out of ideas.
 * Gerome: I'm surprised to see you think at all. ...Now good-bye.
 * Inigo: Hey, hey, whoa! Don't you think that's a little harsh? I haven't— Okay, then. See ya around, Gerome! Someday... Boy, that guy has NO sense of camaraderie. We're fighting a war here! You think he'd at least try to get along...

B Support

 * Inigo: Heeey, Gerome! Roamin' Gerome! The paaale rider!
 * Gerome: ......
 * Inigo: I've got something to say to you, buddy!
 * Gerome: I don't care.
 * Inigo: Well, you may as well start walking, because I'm going to say it anyway: What's with the whole aloof bit, huh? Think you're too good for us?
 * Gerome: I have no interest in fraternizing. ...Least of all with you.
 * Inigo: Look, nobody's asking you to be a social butterfly like Lissa. But we're your allies, you know? You could at least try to be a little bit friendly! ...Even with me.
 * Gerome: "Allies"? ...Do you expect me to rely on you in combat? To team up with you? Your only expertise is in flirting, and you still manage to fail spectacularly. I'll take my chances alone.
 * Inigo: Argh! That does it, mister. You're coming with me!
 * Gerome: I am most certainly— N-now see here! Unhand me!
 * Inigo: Hope you didn't have any plans, 'cause if you did, they just got canceled!
 * Gerome: Where are you taking me?!
 * Inigo: Gerome, my friend? You and I are going to find some ladies!
 * Gerome: WE ARE DOING NO SUCH THING!
 * Inigo: Oh, yes we are! We're going to find some lovelies and be each other's wingman. Now stop moaning and start walking!
 * Gerome: Fate stalks my every step, fool! I've not time for such lunacy!
 * Inigo: Look, if you're that afraid that I'll get all the girls, you can just say so. I mean, it's okay. Every party has a lonely guy stewing on the sidelines.
 * Gerome: I fear nothing but the cold hand of death!
 * Inigo: Great! Then let's get going! Okay, so the first thing you need is an opening line. Maybe something like... "Do you like tea? Because we like 'U'!" ...See, it's an alphabet joke. Girls love puns. It's a known fact.
 * Gerome: Idiot! There is no "we" here, and I want no part of this!
 * Inigo: Oh, wait! Or you could say... "Hey baby. Ever ridden a wyvern before?" ...Oh, that's good. I may have to start riding wyverns so I can use that line.
 * Gerome: Let me go this instant!
 * Inigo: Come on, gramps! Pick up the pace! Those ladies won't hit on themselves!
 * Gerome: S-stop! Put me down! Put me dooooown!

A Support

 * Inigo: ......
 * Gerome: ......
 * Inigo: "Ooh, Gerome! You're so mysterious!" "Your mask is sooo dreamy, Gerome!" You were supposed to be my wingman! Not my competition!
 * Gerome: ......
 * Inigo: ...Say, Gerome?
 * Gerome: What is it?
 * Inigo: Your mask is falling off there, buddy.
 * Gerome: The strap is broken. A woman damaged it while she was...reaching for me.
 * Inigo: And I suppose the same woman tore those holes in your clothes?
 * Gerome: She did not want me to leave. She was...stronger than she looked. I've never been so manhandled.
 * Inigo: I WANT TO BE MANHANDLED! This makes FOUR TIMES I've taken you out and had the ladies completely ignore me. How does this keep happening? Huh?!
 * Gerome: I wish I knew. I find your flirtatious lifestyle to be utterly exhausting.
 * Inigo: Oh, boo hoo! Poor you! Quit gloating.
 * Gerome: I'm not gloating.
 * Inigo: So says the guy who had a band of women sing love songs outside his tent last night. I bet you feel pretty special.
 * Gerome: Actually, I feel exhausted. They sang until dawn.
 * Inigo: Why do girls always go for the jerks? Huh? Never a nice guy like me! Well, fine. You get your wish. I'm never going out with you again!
 * Gerome: Thank the gods.
 * Inigo: *Sniff*
 * Gerome: Um...Inigo?
 * Inigo: *Whimper* *sniff*
 * Gerome: Are you...crying?
 * Inigo: Shut up! You don't know what it's like! I try SO HARD, and then you come along with a mask and some muscles and...and... Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
 * Gerome: Um... Come now, stop. Stop that. ...Stop crying this instant! This is making me very uncomfortable! Oh, for the love of... Fine. I'm sorry. There, all right? You're not a failure because you, uh... You taught me how to... Teamwork, yes? That was the point of all this? Well, you taught me teamwork.
 * Inigo: *Sniff* ...I d-did?
 * Gerome: You did. And now I owe you one. ...Or perhaps half of one.
 * Inigo: You...you mean it? I mean...well...I guess as long as you learned something, it was worth it. Just don't go getting cocky on me, now! I'll get twice as many ladies as you next time!
 * Gerome: Next...time?
 * Inigo: Oh, yeah! So keep that schedule open!
 * Gerome: Ha ha! ...Ha? ...Yeargh. And I thought keeping a wyvern content was difficult...
 * Inigo: Mmm? You say something?
 * Gerome: No. (Ah well. At least he's feeling better now...)

C Support

 * Kjelle: ...Good. I think that's enough lance practice for today. It will be difficult, but I shall master every weapon in our arsenal. Only then will I be the best and most powerful fighter on the battlefield!
 * Gerome: ...Ahem.
 * Kjelle: Are you spying on my practice sessions? Because I find that thought disturbing!
 * Gerome: I just happened to notice you as I was passing by. That's all.
 * Kjelle: Then keep passing by until I can't see you anymore!
 * Gerome: All right.
 * Kjelle: Ta-ta, then.
 * Gerome: ...Oh, there's just one thing I wanted to say.
 * Kjelle: What is it?
 * Gerome: When thrusting with the lance, you should push with your leg and stomach muscles. You used only your arms just now. Such technique will betray you in battle.
 * Kjelle: L-look, I was... That is to say... I was just about to fix that! ...And you were spying on me, weren't you?
 * Gerome: I'll leave you to it, then.
 * (Gerome leaves)
 * Kjelle: Oh, that man is insufferable!

B Support

 * Gerome: Hello, Kjelle. More weapon work today?
 * Kjelle: I must be ever vigilant with my training and fitness. A soldier must always be in top condition if she is to survive the rigors of war.
 * Gerome: ......
 * Kjelle: Gods, those meaningful silences of yours are very annoying. ...Anyway, what do you think of my lance work? I fixed that problem you mentioned.
 * Gerome: Much better. You now place your whole body behind the thrust.
 * Kjelle: See? I told you I would fix it. In fact, just before you—
 * Gerome: However, your footwork is lacking.
 * Kjelle: What's wrong with it?
 * Gerome: You're throwing too much weight into the thrust and becoming unbalanced. It's a common enough mistake. More practice should fix the problem.
 * Kjelle: Grrr...
 * Gerome: You sound displeased.
 * Kjelle: It's all right for you, isn't it?!
 * Gerome: I'm not following.
 * Kjelle: No matter how hard I work or how much I practice and train, I'll never beat you!
 * Gerome: I wasn't aware that was a consideration.
 * Kjelle: Don't play dumb! You look down on me because I'm a woman, don't you? The fact that I'll never be as good as you justifies the prejudice in your own mind!
 * Gerome: Don't be absurd. I'm just offering advice.
 * Kjelle: Well, I need to get back to my practice, so advise someone else!
 * Gerome: As you wish. Keep up the training.
 * Kjelle: Arrrgh! I don't need you to tell me that, you patronizing know-it-all! ...That does it. Next time, I'm going to be perfect just to shut you up!

A Support

 * Kjelle: Hello, Gerome.
 * Gerome: Oh, hello. I was just passing by randomly and thought— Oh, are you training? Forgive me.
 * Kjelle: Liar! I saw you skulking in the shadows. You were trying to spy on me again!
 * Gerome: ...It's true.
 * Kjelle: It is?!
 * Gerome: I know I shouldn't, but I was curious. I had to see how you were progressing since our last conversation.
 * Kjelle: Well, to be honest, I did want to show you something... Nnnnnnnnngh... Hiyaaah! What do you think? Not bad, eh?
 * Gerome: Flawless. I would change nothing.
 * Kjelle: Yes! You finally admitted I can do something right!
 * Gerome: ...I'm surprised you're so thrilled to gain my approval. Aren't you putting too much stock in one man's opinion?
 * Kjelle: When we were children, I decided that you would be my eternal rival... And I've been playing catch-up ever since! I've never been able to do anything that was good enough for you...until today! THAT is why I'm excited!
 * Gerome: In that case, it appears I have been negligent.
 * Kjelle: What do you mean?
 * Gerome: If I am your rival, then I must begin training with renewed intent. If you will excuse me...
 * Kjelle: I knew picking you as a rival was the right decision! Of course, now that I've inspired you to train more, I have to do the same.
 * Gerome: I would expect no less from my rival. Best of luck to you.
 * Kjelle: And to you!

S Support

 * Gerome: Hah! Kiya! Aaaaaand, YAAAH! ...Yes. That felt right.
 * Kjelle: Looks like someone's hard work is paying off.
 * Gerome: Kjelle! ...I didn't know you were there.
 * Kjelle: Hah, not such a pleasant feeling being spied upon, is it?
 * Gerome: Oh, I don't mind. ...If it's just for awhile. So, what did you think? See anything that needs work?
 * Kjelle: You were flawless as ever, damn you! I thought I was closing the gap, but I've clearly got a long way to go.
 * Gerome: ...Good. I feared that I was no longer worthy to be your champion.
 * Kjelle: Er, that's "rival." Not "champion."
 * Gerome: How could I claim to be protecting you, if you were the stronger of us? It would be nonsense.
 * Kjelle: I really think you misunderstand the purpose of a rival.
 * Gerome: It was you who drove me to hone my martial skills with such single-minded dedication. If I neglected my training, even briefly, you would end up having to protect me. And I...could not allow that.
 * Kjelle: Now hold on a damn minute, is it because I'm a—
 * Gerome: When it comes to skill with weapons, I will never allow you to best me. For I have sworn an oath...to protect you for as long as I humanly can.
 * Kjelle: Oh, Gerome... That is... That is... Completely unacceptable!
 * Gerome: What?
 * Kjelle: Did you ever consider that maybe I want to protect you? Or that I also swore an oath? That the reason I train so hard is so I might one day keep you safe from harm?! ...Look. Maybe we can do it together. Train? Grow strong? Then we'll both be powerful enough to protect the other, Would that be so bad?
 * Gerome: ...Mmmm...I could accept this arrangement.
 * Kjelle: Then it's time to start training for real!
 * Gerome: ...Oh. I'll leave you to it then.
 * Kjelle: ...I mean together, Gerome! We train together!
 * Gerome: Ah. Right! Of course! Suppose I'll just...join you then?

C Support

 * Cynthia: Heya, Gerome!
 * Gerome: ......
 * Cynthia: No, I'm over here! Yoo-hoo! You're going the wrong way!
 * Gerome: *Sigh* What do you want?
 * Cynthia: I don't want anything. I'm just wondering if you're free to chat?
 * Gerome: No, I'm not.
 * Cynthia: Really? Great! 'Cause I'm anxious to know what you think the perfect hero looks like. For example, you could say she—or he—is lovely and powerful and graceful, right? Or that everyone admires her! ...Or him. I suppose it could be a him. Anyway, I'd love to get your opinion on the whole matter. You're very hero-like yourself, especially given that cool, dark demeanor and all.
 * Gerome: I'm leaving. ...Don't follow me.
 * Cynthia: No, Gerome, wait! I'm not done! I'm not...done. If I didn't know any better, I'd swear he was trying to avoid me.

B Support

 * Cynthia: Hey, Gerome! Can we, already? Pleeeeease?
 * Gerome: Do what?
 * Cynthia: Have our hero chat, of course!
 * Gerome: I never agreed to such a thing. ...I have nothing to say.
 * Cynthia: Liar! Remember when we were kids? We'd talk for hours and hours!
 * Gerome: We're not children anymore.
 * Cynthia: I know. But remember when you told me I looked all strong and graceful like a hero?
 * Gerome: ...I said that?
 * Cynthia: Oh, yeah! All the time, actually! I'd love to hear you say it again. Hee hee! It sent a thrill down my spine when you'd tell me how wonderful I was! I love that about you!
 * Gerome: W-wait! You love me?!
 * Cynthia: Well, sure, we grew up together, right? We're the bestest of pals, aren't we? I loved it when you told me I'm a hero! ...And graceful and beautiful and smart.
 * Gerome: Oh. Right. Of course. I knew that.
 * Cynthia: So, come one! Make with the flattery!
 * Gerome: ...... We are not children anymore!
 * Cynthia: Aw, geez. Don't tell me... Does he hate me now...?

A Support

 * Gerome: I shouldn't have done it. It was cruel.
 * Cynthia: What was cruel?!
 * Gerome: Gyah! ...H-how long have you been hiding there?!
 * Cynthia: Oh, I've been here forever! You would have noticed too, if you weren't so completely lost in thought. If I was a foe, I could have lopped off your head without you ever realizing it.
 * Gerome: Yes, but in battle, I would be much more dilig—
 * Cynthia: Don't forget, you're a proper hero now! You can't afford to let your guard down. ...It just looks bad.
 * Gerome: Who said I was a hero? Apart from you, I mean.
 * Cynthia: Oh, Gerome, you don't have to be so modest. I love you anyway!
 * Gerome: Y-you love me?
 * Cynthia: Yeah, of course I do, silly. Anyway, that's not why I came to talk to you. I have a question for you. A very important question.
 * Gerome: Hold! Return to the part about lo—
 * Cynthia: Do you hate me?
 * Gerome: What? ...Why do you ask?
 * Cynthia: Because, it sometimes feels like you're trying very, very hard to avoid me.
 * Gerome: ...... I find you difficult to be around.
 * Cynthia: *Gasp* No... Oh, I knew it...
 * Gerome: I'm not finished. You have always been a perpetual ray of sunshine in my life. But sometimes, a man like me wishes to draw the curtains and sit in the dark.
 * Cynthia: ...Like a troglodyte?
 * Gerome: Please don't misunderstand me. I don't dislike you. Your good humor raises people's spirits and dispels the horrors of war. You are a shining beacon of hope, reminding us there can be a better future. You light the fires of optimism and inspire us to keep striving.
 * Cynthia: Gosh. You make me sound so...important. More of this please! But wait...I guess if you think that, you can't possibly hate me. ...Right?
 * Gerome: None of your comrades dislike you, myself included.
 * Cynthia: Phew! That's a relief! Thanks, Gerome! We'll talk again soon, I promise.
 * Gerome: W-wait! My point was that I do not want to talk!

S Support

 * Cynthia: *Rustle, rustle* *Scratch, scratch, scratch* Oh, hey, a peanut! *munch, munch* La da dum de dooooo... Oooooh, I wish I was a hammer! ♪ I'd hammer all day loooo—
 * Gerome: Stop fidgeting! We're on guard duty. ...You need to stay alert.
 * Cynthia: Vigilant! Right! That's me! ...Got it. ...... See, it's just that I can't stop thinking about when we were kids. Remember how we'd go into the woods and play Justice Cabal?
 * Gerome: ...Vaguely.
 * Cynthia: There was that time I pretended to be a paladin and killed all those evil goblins... You said I looked truly heroic, even though the goblins were only snapdragons.
 * Gerome: You don't forget anything, do you? Perhaps it's only fair that I tell you...
 * Cynthia: Tell me what? ...Is something wrong? Ohmigosh, there IS something wrong! This is what I've been worried about! Don't leave me hanging! Go ahead! Say it!
 * Gerome: When I confessed I wasn't comfortable around you, I...lied. Or at least, I wasn't clear about the real reason why...
 * Cynthia: Wait, so it's not that I'm too bright and cheerful? ...Then what is it? Maybe I can fix it or change it so you don't totally hate me anymore.
 * Gerome: Gods' bread! I don't hate you! You're just difficult to be around. ...Because of my vertigo.
 * Cynthia: You mean, like, your being afraid of heights?
 * Gerome: Do you remember teaching me to fly when we were young?
 * Cynthia: Yeah, sure! You were so scared of heights you couldn't ride a wyvern! So I took you on my pegasus, and we flew and flew until you weren't afraid anymore. Hee hee! That was so much fun! I haven't thought about that in ages...
 * Gerome: I had hoped to never think on it again...
 * Cynthia: So, wait. You hate me because I know your secret weakness?
 * Gerome: No! That's not it at all! ...Well, maybe it is. Partly, at least. I have never been...desperate to impress you, and yet you've already seen me for a fool.
 * Cynthia: No way! ...You were trying to impress ME?!
 * Gerome: Is that so unbelievable?
 * Cynthia: Gerome! I'm crazy about you! Why do you think I keep bugging you all the time?!
 * Gerome: I...I had always thought...that it was just because we were childhood friends.
 * Cynthia: Well, there is that, but a girl doesn't hang on your every word for old time's sake! Really, how can someone so wonderful be so darn thick? ...Heh. Well, look. Now that we've cleared the air, we can start fresh.
 * Gerome: Yes! I suppose we can! First order of business: what's the best look for a heroic couple...?

C Support

 * Severa: Hey, you there! Gerome! Stop!
 * Gerome: Yes?
 * Severa: I want to know why you wear that stupid mask everywhere.
 * Gerome: My mask is not stupid. Nor is it your concern.
 * Severa: Says you! But I'm the one who has to look at it all the time! It makes you look like a mime or a burglar or an acrobat or something. It's totally weird, and everyone thinks you should take it off.
 * Gerome: I doubt you speak for everyone.
 * Severa: Whatever! Are you going to take off your dumb bandit mask or not?
 * Gerome: You should spend less of your time worring about others. The mask stays.
 * Severa: Hey, where do you think you're going? I'm not finished with you! Oooooh! Who does that dumb acrobat think he is, walking out on me like that?!

B Support

 * Severa: Gerome!
 * Gerome: You again?
 * Severa: I want to talk to you, mister!
 * Gerome: I am not taking off the mask.
 * Severa: THIS ISN'T ABOUT YOUR STUPID MASK! ...... Okay, it is. Why do you keep wearing it? Are you disfigured? Or just vain? Or are you trying to keep your distance from the people of the past? Personally, I just think you're a big attention hog and you can't admit it.
 * Gerome: I will answer this question once, but only in the hope it makes you go away. Listen well. You'll not get another chance... In battle, the mask helps to conceal my emotions and feelings from a foe. It gives me a valuable edge in the midst of any crucial struggle.
 * Severa: Doesn't it narrow your field of vision? Like horse blinders or whatever?
 * Gerome: Of course. That is why I have trained myself to razor sharpness. My battle senses are so keen, I can fight—and win—blindfolded.
 * Severa: You must be great at parties.
 * Gerome: You've heard your answer. Now leave me be.
 * Severa: Pfft! That's not the whole story and you know it! What're you hiding?!
 * Gerome: Leave me be, I say!
 * Severa: Yeah, sure, the mask hides your emotions from bad guys and blah blah blah. But there's totally another reason, even if you don't know it! And I'm going to figure it out so you take the stupid thing off! I mean, come on! It has to smell terrible by now.
 * Gerome: I've had enough of this nonsense.
 * Severa: Gerome! Wait! Get back here!

A Support

 * Severa: Gerome?
 * Gerome: I don't want to hear about the mask. Don't talk about it. Don't point. Don't even look at it. Just...stand there.
 * Severa: All right, all right! Sheesh. ...... Okay, look. You said why you wear the mask, and I agree it makes sense. But I'm positive there's another reason. ...A secret reason.
 * Gerome: If my weapon breaks, I can hurl the mask at a foe. ...Satisfied?
 * Severa: Oh hardy har har. You're not gonna distract me that easily, mister! I know you have a secren reason, and I'm going to find it no matter what! You can hide your face, but you can't hide your true feelings and stuff!
 * Gerome: ...If I tell you the truth—the real truth—do you swear to let me be?
 * Severa: I swear!
 * Gerome: You must also swear to never speak of it to anyone, under pain of death.
 * Severa: My lips are sealed.
 * Gerome: ...When I was but a child, I often dreamed of being a warrior. And in my dreams, I always wore a mask, because... Because I thought it looked cool.
 * Severa: LAAAAAAME!
 * Gerome: I'm not finished! ...I began to wear masks all the time, just for the thrill. But it's as you know, I don't like to reveal my inner life if it can be helped. And soon, a child's plaything became a tool for keeping people at bay.
 * Severa: Ah...I knew it must be something like that!
 * Gerome: Then you were right.
 * Severa: So wait. You limit your peripheral vision just to keep people away from you? Come on, Gerome. Even you have to admit that's pretty dumb.
 * Gerome: I kept my end of bargain. See that you keep yours.
 * Severa: Hoooo! He looked maaaaaad at me. Well, at least I got him talking... That's good enought for one day's work, I'd say!

S Support

 * Gerome: ......
 * Severa: EEEEEK! Help! Intruder! Sound the alarm!
 * Gerome: Severa, it's me! Gerome! I was just washing my face.
 * Severa: Liar! Gerome would never be caught without his mask!
 * Gerome: It is me, I tell you! Here, I'll prove it. See?
 * Severa: Gerome! I-I had no idea... It's been so long... Wait! I just realized something.
 * Gerome: What?
 * Severa: I know why I was so obsessed about removing that silly mask. It's because I wanted to see your totally handsome face!
 * Gerome: Oh, er... Truly?
 * Severa: Yes! Sheesh, I'd completely forgotten what you looked like! And man! You've always been easy on the eyes, but now? Oh me, oh my!
 * Gerome: But when you saw me before, you shrieked as if I was a ghoul.
 * Severa: I was just surprised is all. Don't be so sensitive!
 * Gerome: If I am, it's only because of your incredibly IN-sensitivity! ...You have no idea how your words can pierce my heart.
 * Severa: How would I?! You're the one who insists on hiding all his emotions behind a stupid bandit mask! You can't do that and then act all whiny if someone hurts your feelings by mistake!
 * Gerome: But...don't you see how much I adore you?
 * Severa: What—?
 * Gerome: You torture me with your presence! You throw my heart into turmoil! I've no idea who I am around you! I must wear the mask—especially around you. Otherwise I simply couldn't function!
 * Severa: Oh, wow. That's...kind of amazing.
 * Gerome: What is?
 * Severa: You! The stuff you said! Everything! Because the truth is, I...I like you, too...
 * Gerome: You don't know anything about me.
 * Severa: That's why I've been trying so hard to talk to you. Isn't it obvious?
 * Gerome: ...Are you sure about this?
 * Severa: If there's one thing I'm sure about, it's this... So from now on, you take off that idiotic mask around me. Got it?
 * Gerome: Er, well, I suppose I could. ...On certain occasions. ...Perhaps.
 * Severa: Hey, are you actually blushing? Your nose has gone all pink!
 * Gerome: W-what?! No! I am not blushing! ...... (Perhaps it's time to find a bigger mask...)

C Support

 * Laurent: Ah, Gerome. I was looking for you. Do you have a moment?
 * Gerome: What is it, Laurent?
 * Laurent: I'm here to give my regular report, as per our arrangement.
 * Gerome: Oh, yes, of course. How could I forget?
 * Laurent: Ahem! I'm happy to report that today everyone continues to be in good health. There have been no reported instances of brawls or other insubordination. Logistics are running smoothly, and we have sufficient stockpiles of military supplies.
 * Gerome: ...Right. Er, thank you as always.
 * Laurent: Keeping a careful eye on things is one of my particular talents. However, there is one matter...
 * Gerome: Yes?
 * Laurent: Er, perhaps I'm overstating its import. Please forget I mentioned it.
 * Gerome: ...Very well.

B Support

 * Laurent: ...And in conclusion, everything is going smoothly, as usual.
 * Gerome: Very good. But one thing, before you go...
 * Laurent: What is it?
 * Gerome: In your report just now, you neglected to suggest that we stock up on arrows.
 * Laurent: Is that a particular concern?
 * Gerome: We're likely to march within the week and can expect to encounter aerial forces. I strongly suspect we'll need extra arrows in the baggage train.
 * Laurent: An astute observation. I shall make the necessary adjustments to the manifest.
 * Gerome: The report was otherwise acceptable.
 * Laurent: ...... Forgive me for saying this, but you are... more involved than you seem.
 * Gerome: How so?
 * Laurent: You ask me to make daily reports on the health and status of the Shepherds, yes? It's almost like you...care about us.
 * Gerome: I care about victory, Laurent. And victory demands preparation. I hate it when something—or someone—lets me down in a battle.
 * Laurent: Nevertheless, I'd like to thank you. On behalf of everyone, of course.
 * Gerome: ......
 * Laurent: There is one other thing, though...
 * Gerome: Yes?
 * Laurent: Oh, er, well... I suppose it's nothing that can't wait.
 * Gerome: Come now. What's on your mind?
 * Laurent: ...It is, I admit, a bit of a whimsical notion on my part, but... Well, I was hoping you might consider speaking with the others more often.
 * Gerome: ...I don't understand.
 * Laurent: Instead of using me as a proxy, you could confer with them directly. You might even build a stronger rapport with the company as a result.
 * Gerome: I'm not the rapport-building type.
 * Laurent: Perhaps an idea whose time has not come. At any rate, I'll report again tomorrow.
 * Gerome: Good. And, er...thank you.

A Support

 * Gerome: Laurent, do you have a moment?
 * Laurent: Instigating a conversation with me? This is truly a singular event!
 * Gerome: Tell me, are you going to check on the soldiers and supplies today?
 * Laurent: I was about to begin my rounds, yes.
 * Gerome: Would you mind if I accompany you? I'd like to help if I could.
 * Laurent: ...But I thought you preferred to stay in the background?
 * Gerome: I've been thinking about what you suggested when last we talked... It's true that I shouldn't rely solely on you to learn about conditions in the camp. I should stop hiding like a craven and talk to my comrades face-to-face.
 * Laurent: I didn't mean to imply that—
 * Gerome: My words, Laurent. Not yours. But they are true nonetheless. I've been giving you the brunt of the work while I hid in my tent pretending to help.
 * Laurent: You're being too hard on yourself.
 * Gerome: No I'm not. I should have done this a long time ago. So, will you let me come with you? I'm anxious to learn what you do.
 * Laurent: Of course. I know the troops are all quite anxious to speak to you.
 * Gerome: Well, I'm anxious to meet them as well.
 * Laurent: Right this way then, if you please...

C Support

 * Noire: Phew! I'm exhausted!
 * Gerome: ......
 * Noire: Er, hullo?
 * Gerome: ......
 * Noire: Gerome? Is that you?
 * Gerome: Yes.
 * Noire: Eeek! H-how long were you going to stand there and...stare at me? You weren't...just watching me...were you? ...What do you want, anyway?!
 * Gerome: I don't want anything.
 * Noire: Um, okay. So then why—
 * Gerome: Do you wish for me to go?
 * Noire: I don't know. ...I suppose not. I'm finished now, so it doesn't really matter either way.
 * Gerome: Because if I am bothering you, I can stand farther away. Over there, perhaps?
 * Noire: No, no. It's okay, you don't have to... Oh. He's gone. That's...mildly disturbing. W-wait! Could it be that someone sent him to spy on me? Because then... Oh no!

B Support

 * Noire: H-hey, Gerome.
 * Gerome: ......
 * Noire: Um, so, are you sure you don't need anything from me? Because you're spending a lot of time just...hovering around.
 * Gerome: I desire nothing.
 * Noire: Oh, er, okay. Nothing on your mind at all, then. Is that right?
 * Gerome: ......
 * Noire: Right. That's...certainly not creepy or anything.
 * Gerome: ......
 * Noire: Okay, what is your deal, mister?!
 * Gerome: Hmm?
 * Noire: BLOOD AND THUNDER! WERE YOU SENT TO SPY ON ME OR NO? SPEAK! SPEAK BEFORE I RIP YOUR TONGUE FROM YOUR MAW!
 * Gerome: B-b-but...
 * Noire: BWAAA HA HA HA HA!
 * Gerome: F-forgive me! I was only trying to help! I was worried about you.
 * Noire: ...W-worried?!
 * Gerome: Yes! You've been working far too hard, and I was just concerned for your health.
 * Noire: So...that's why you've been hanging around me like a starving vulture?
 * Gerome: It's no secret that you possess a somewhat delicate constitution. I feared you'd work too hard, fall ill, and be unable to march with the army. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. It was not my intention.
 * Noire: Er, well, I guess you meant well...
 * Gerome: I will leave you in peace now.
 * Noire: ...... Aw, crackers! I scared him away again!

A Support

 * Noire: Hey-ho... Oomph! Ungh... This crate's...so heavy...
 * Gerome: Noire?!
 * Noire: I-I've got it! Unnngh... Totally got... Uh-oh, no I don't—! Waaaaaaaaaaargh! ...Whew, I'm still standing. But I was tipping backwar—
 * Gerome: Are you all right, Noire?!
 * Noire: Gerome? Did you save me? Oh, wow. Y-you did, didn't you?! Oh gee, that's kind of... Ungh...
 * Gerome: Look out!
 * Noire: Whoops! Sorry! Guess I'm still a little light headed there.
 * Gerome: You must stop pushing yourself so hard! You can barely walk from exhaustion!
 * Noire: Yeah, but I didn't think it would be so hard to move a couple of crates. ...Sorry you had to rescue me.
 * Gerome: You always push hardest when you think no one is around.
 * Noire: ...Yeah, maybe. Look, I'll try to be more careful, all right?
 * Gerome: Next time, ask for help. It benefits no one if you injure yourself.
 * Noire: Yeash, I know, I know... I'm sorry.
 * Gerome: ...Apologies if I spoke harshly. I'm only concerned for your well-being.
 * Noire: Oh, it's all right. ...Besides, I should apologize for calling you creepy earlier. I kind of meant it at the time, but I don't anymore.
 * Gerome: Well, I suppose I might have come across strangely, just standing there...
 * Noire: Great! Glad that's settled! Now I've got some crates to move! You can stay and help if you want. Just to make sure I don't...overdo it?
 * Gerome: Of course.
 * Noire: Hee hee! Thanks, Gerome!

S Support

 * Noire: Hello again. Seems like I've been seeing a lot of you recently.
 * Gerome: *Cough* Just wondering if there's anything I can...help you with.
 * Noire: Gerome, you are far too kind. ...Actually, you really are far too kind! What are you up to?
 * Gerome: Nothing!
 * Noire: Are you sure? You're sure it's not actually that... You're starting to fall in love with me?
 * Gerome: P-preposterous!
 * Noire: Really? ...Oh. Then we'll just forget I ever said anything, okay? If I need a hand in the future, I'll ask someone else. Not fair that you always—
 * Gerome: Wait!
 * Noire: Hmm?
 * Gerome: ......
 * Noire: ...... Well, come on. Out with it. I'm waiting.
 * Gerome: You are?
 * Noire: Gods, but you sure can be a wet fish sometimes!
 * Gerome: I am not a wet fish!
 * Noire: You do understand what I'm trying to get at here, don't you? I'm lining up the practice dummies! All you have to do is swing blindly! Is it really so hard to tell a girl that you like her?!
 * Gerome: Er... Well, that is to say...
 * Noire: Come on, Gerome! Man up! Just tell me, plainly and clearly, what you think of me!
 * Gerome: ...... You see, sometimes when two people... Things happen... Stuff... *mumble* ...Okay, I like you.
 * Noire: Really? Are you serious? Hee hee! Oh, how embarrassing!
 * Gerome: ...B-but you made me say it!
 * Noire: It's just so sudden! You'll give me time to think about this, won't you?
 * Gerome: ...... Are you making fun of me?
 * Noire: Not at all! I feel overwhelmed, actually. And surprised. ...And honored. And I'm also delighted that you finally managed to express yourself! So, um, you'll keep helping me out, won't you?
 * Gerome: Of course. I don't want you dropping more crates on yourself. But I won't be lurking in the shadows anymore. I'll be right at your side.
 * Noire: Well that would be a lovely change of pace! Hee hee!

C Support

 * Gerome: ...... Someone is following me.
 * Nah: So you finally noticed.
 * Gerome: You.
 * Nah: I have a name. It's Nah!
 * Gerome: Why are you following me?
 * Nah: You interest me.
 * Gerome: In what way?
 * Nah: You're always skulking about on your own... That makes you different. I'm interested in "different."
 * Gerome: That still doesn't explain why you are following me.
 * Nah: I wanted to see how you'd react when you discovered me. Out of enlightened curiosity, of course.
 * Gerome: You wanted to scare me? Is that it? I don't have time for games. Don't talk to me again. ...Minerva, away!
 * (Gerome leaves)
 * Nah: No. Wait! ...He flew off. If only I could follow him somehow... Well...I am a dragon. I could just transform and then... Er... Drat. He's long gone by now.

B Support

 * Gerome: ...I'm being followed again. Come out and show yourself! I know you're there!
 * Nah: Ah. Caught me again!
 * Gerome: I should have known.
 * Nah: Gerome, I have a favor to ask.
 * Gerome: *Sigh* What is it?
 * Nah: ...Will you let me touch your mask?
 * Gerome: No.
 * Nah: Why not? I don't care about seeing your face. I'll even close my eyes if that makes you feel better. Again, I'm just curious, is all.
 * Gerome: Even so: no. ...And whatever for? It's just a simple mask.
 * Nah: But I won't know that until I touch it. So come on!
 * Gerome: No. End of discussion.
 * Nah: Now you're just being stubborn! You know you don't need it! If you thought about that for a second or two, you'd see that.
 * Gerome: Hmph.
 * Nah: ...... Done thinking about it yet? Then go ahead, take it off!
 * Gerome: What are you blathering about? I thought you didn't want to see my face?! The mask stays and that's that!
 * Nah: Oh, very well! It's not that important anyway. Calm down, Gerome... It's not like I think you're ugly under there or anything. I'm just curious.
 * Gerome: That's not the point.
 * Nah: All right. I'll go. ...... GIMME THAT! Just...give me...that... *grunt*
 * Gerome: Get back, you madwoman! Ow! Argh! Put that stick down! Put it down, I say!
 * Nah: Not so tough now, are you?! Now! Give me that mask! Hrrngh!!!
 * Gerome: I don't have a stick! ...Ow! ...Right, that's enough! Minerva, to me!
 * (Gerome leaves)
 * Nah: Don't you dare! Come back here right now! ...Blast it! He flew off again!

A Support

 * Gerome: Huh? Is that...?
 * Nah: GEROOOOOOME!
 * Gerome: Does that woman never rest?! Wait, what's she—? Oh, gods! She's charging right at me!
 * Nah: The mask! The mask! Give me that mask!
 * Gerome: Heavens save me, she's gone insane! Must get out of here! Minerva, to me!
 * Nah: WHY ARE YOU RUNNING AWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY?!
 * Gerome: Egads, the very ground trembles when she roars! How can such a diminutive figure produce such a bloodcurdling sound?!
 * Nah: *Pant, pant*
 * Gerome: Why, damn you?! Why are you chasing me with such desperation?
 * Nah: I thought I told you? Curiosity!
 * Gerome: That hardly justifies your obsessive ferocity!
 * Nah: ...Well, your obstinance isn't helping!
 * Gerome: W-what's that supposed to mean? Aaargh! You're like a small child throwing fits for no reason! ...Wait. You are a child, aren't you?
 * Nah: Well, in manakete years, I'm practically a mewling babe. But in human years I'm the same age as you.
 * Gerome: So, you're just playing with me, then? Is this all some...game?
 * Nah: Well, by now it is, yes. Take a good look. It's rare that I ever get this way. Never toy with my voracious curiosity!
 * Gerome: Why didn't you just tell me?! It would have saved a lot of aggravation!
 * Nah: Because puzzles are more fun if you must put in a little work to solve them! Besides, you wouldn't have played if I told you! You're always so grumpy. I couldn't even keep you in one spot long enough to talk to until now!
 * Gerome: I don't know...
 * Nah: Come, now. Admit it. You would have brushed me off like an annoying child. Actually, you've been doing just that, no?
 * Gerome: ...So this started out as curiosity, and gradually devolved to...this? ...You wanted to be friends but were afraid I'd refuse if you asked directly. So instead, you've been playing these annoying games?
 * Nah: Well it's all over now that you've discovered my fiendishly clever plan. *Sigh*
 * (Nah leaves)
 * Gerome: Nah, wait! Come back. ...Damn. She's gone. ...Perhaps next time we meet it wouldn't hurt to play along...?

S Support

 * Gerome: Hello, Nah.
 * Nah: EEEEEEK!
 * Gerome: Hey, careful with those claws! They're sharp!
 * Nah: Well, you're the one who snuck up on me! Er...what do you want, anyway?
 * Gerome: I want to clear the air... I think you may have the wrong idea. I don't dislike you, Nah. Far from it, in fact.
 * Nah: So why do you jump on Minerva and fly off in the middle of conversations?
 * Gerome: I don't know. Perhaps I don't know how to respond to a woman so...interested in me. Though honestly, I've never been good at talking to people in general. I do wear this mask for a reason...
 * Nah: So I see. I guess I can understand... But really, I'm just like everyone else, underneath it all.
 * Gerome: I...know that now. It just...took me some time to come to that realization. So...
 * Nah: So...?
 * Gerome: So in the interest of starting over... I'm wondering if you'd like to play a game together? You can choose it. I promise I won't fly away on Minerva this time.
 * Nah: Really? You'd do that for me?
 * Gerome: Yes, I feel like...I owe it to you, after all. And, I suppose I could...loosen up a bit... Plus, if we're going to be friends, then I have to do things for you. Friends do that...right?
 * Nah: Can we get married, then?
 * Gerome: Er, is that what the game is called? I'm not quite familiar with the rules...
 * Nah: No, you silly man. I mean for real!
 * Gerome: Wh-where is this coming from?!
 * Nah: Don't you realize why I've been following you around all this time? It's because I've fallen in lo—
 * Gerome: Stop! That's enough. ...... Look. Why don't we pretend to marry for now and get to know each other? That would be fun, right?
 * Nah: No! I don't want to pretend! I truly do want to get married.
 * Gerome: Yes, but perhaps if we wait until we're both a little older—
 * Nah: Then you have to promise!
 * Gerome: I swear, on my honor as a soldier, that I will consider it. ...Eventually.
 * Nah: I'm more than willing to wait for a man that piques my curiosity like you do... After all, what's a few years to a manakete?