Flayn/Supports

C Support

 * Dimitri: Oh? Are you n cooking duty today, Flayn? That's unusual.
 * Flayn: Indeed I am. I have been working away on this meal for hours, now. The only thing is... Each time it is my turn to tend to the meals, those in the dining hall seem to miraculously become very busy and evacuate the premises. I make the food, but nobody is ever here to eat it! I do not understand what the issue is–it is such a waste. Even my brother seems to evaporate every time I am in the kitchen. It is quite...peculiar.
 * Dimitri: Well, you're in luck. I've just finished training and am positively ravenous. If you don't mind, I'd love to sample your cooking.
 * Flayn: Really?! I mean... Yes, Yes, please have some! It is not perfect, but I am certain it will taste quite nice, all the same.
 * Dimitri: I'm sure it will be great. Thank you, Flayn. There were a few suspiciously crunchy bits here and there, but other than that, it was fine.
 * Flayn: You...you liked it? Wow, nobody has ever liked anything I have cooked! If I cannot get anyone else to eat this meal, though, it is going to spoil and go to waste... It is no secret to me that I am not very good at cooking...
 * Dimitri: Say, Flayn... May I have a second helping?
 * Flayn: You...you actually want...more?
 * Dimitri: Of course. I wouldn't want it to go to waste after all the effort you put in. This kind of mishap can happen to anyone, you know. Don't let it get you down. Besides, I can tell you put a lot of love and dedication into preparing this food for everyone. That alone makes it taste good.
 * Flayn: There is no need for false flattery. The few times I have asked my brother whether or not he enjoyed my cooking, he could not even give me a straight answer. My own brother!
 * Dimitri: I speak nothing short of the truth, always. It was delicious, and I look forward to eating it again sometime. I'll agree, there is no need to make enough for everyone though. If you like, you could just cook enough for me.
 * Flayn: Hm, perhaps! I hope you enjoy the rest of the meal!

B Support

 * Flayn: Why are you out and about so late, Dimitri?
 * Dimitri: Ah. Hello, Flayn. I could ask you the same thing.
 * Flayn: Me? I was feeling restless and came here to think.
 * Dimitri: I see. I'm here for the same reason.
 * Flayn: How funny! But...are you feeling well? You look fairly pale.
 * Dimitri: It's nothing. I just have a bit of a headache.
 * Flayn: Oh my, headaches are quite troublesome, are they not? I am sure it will subside soon! Actually, I am quite talented when it comes to healing magic. If you will allow me, I will have you feeling better in no time.
 * Dimitri: That's kind of you, but I'm fine.
 * Flayn: But...why not? Have I offended you somehow?
 * Dimitri: ... This headache...is something I've dealt with for a while now. Ever since my family and friends were murdered before my eyes. I must never forget that day. I must never allow their deaths to be forgotten. I feel this headache is a reminder of sorts, of those I failed to protect...and of their murderers, who still roam free.
 * Flayn: I see. That would explain your somber demeanor. Still, I do not agree with all you are saying. I feel that if I were your father, or any of your dear friends whom you lost... I would want you to let go of me eventually. I would never want someone whom I care deeply for to be pained by the loss of me for eternity. And I doubt they would want that either.
 * Dimitri: Perhaps. Unfortunately, they have left this world, so I can no longer ask their preference.
 * Flayn: We cannot ask them directly, but we can imagine how they might have felt. You know who they were as people. As for me, if I am ever to be but a memory in your future, I want you to remember me in a way that brings you joy. I would want you to smile when you recalled me, to feel warmed by the notion that I cherished your company. I cannot imagine I am the only one who feels this way. Surely anyone who loved another would wish only for their peace and happiness.
 * Dimitri: ...
 * Flayn: I...must apologize. I was out of line, clearly. I must get some rest now. Please do not stay up too late yourself.
 * Dimitri: Good night, Flayn. And...thank you.

A Support

 * Flayn: Up this late practicing with your lance, are you?
 * Dimitri: And what about you? Have you got something on your mind again? You should really go to bed. It is chilly out, and you could catch cold.
 * Flayn: ...
 * Dimitri: What's the matter? Have you been having nightmares?
 * Flayn: Well, in a certain sense, yes. Can you spare a moment?
 * Dimitri: Of course.
 * Flayn: Thank you. I want to apologize to you. When last we spoke, I mishandled the situation.
 * Dimitri: Your words that night touched me deeply. It felt as though I had been punched in the gut. But more importantly, I think I owe you an apology. I...lied to you.
 * Flayn: You did?
 * Dimitri: Do you recall when I ate that meal you cooked and I told you it was delicious? The truth is that no matter what I eat, I can scarcely taste it. I have not had my sense of taste for... nine years now.
 * Flayn: My cooking certainly is not something people often compliment me on...
 * Dimitri: I am sorry. When I said the food was good, I was just saying what I thought you would want to hear...
 * Flayn: An apology is not necessary. You were only trying to be kind, after all.
 * Dimitri: In the end, I am not sure it was kind.
 * Flayn: Just the same, it was nice to hear. Hey, I have an idea! What if you sampled some really pungent food? Or something extremely spicy! Maybe that would–
 * Dimitri: Flayn...
 * Flayn: Uh... Yes?
 * Dimitri: I like your cooking. I cannot taste it properly, but in my book, it is truly delicious.
 * Flayn: No need for the flattery! Anyhow, maybe someday you will get your taste back. I hope then you will be able to compliment me sincerely about my cooking.

A2 Support

 * Flayn: ...
 * Dimitri: Flayn? What is the matter? Is something weighing on your mind again? It is freezing out here! You should be bundled up in your warm bed.
 * Flayn: Listen, Dimitri... The truth is...I am afraid of sleeping.
 * Dimitri: Afraid of it? Why?
 * Flayn: I am afraid that when I close my eyes, I shall fall into a very deep sleep. One from which I cannot wake up...for years upon years. Then when I finally awaken, everyone I know and love will be long gone. Vanished with the sands of time. I am sure it seems silly, but try as I might, I cannot shake this fear.
 * Dimitri: I cannot quite grasp what you are describing... But I can promise you one thing. No matter how many years go by, I will always remember you.
 * Flayn: I appreciate the sentiment. Even so, one day...
 * Dimitri: Listen carefully, Flayn. There is something I have been wanting to tell you.
 * Flayn: Oh? What is that?
 * Dimitri: You know that dish you made the other day? It was so sweet it made my tongue go numb.
 * Flayn: I am not so sure that is a good thing...
 * Dimitri: Well... I could only really taste the first bite, so I may have been imagining it. But still! I was so happy. That moment will always put a smile on my face whenever I remember it. I could never forget you, Flayn. I promise.
 * Flayn: I...
 * Dimitri: Besides, we have fought side by side. We are friends. I am sure all of the others would say the same.
 * Flayn: ...
 * Dimitri: Is something the matter?
 * Flayn: You really do not pick up on subtle cues, do you?
 * Dimitri: Cues?
 * Flayn: Well. It is all a part of your charm, I suppose. With you here, I finally feel I can sleep without having to worry at all. Hnhh...
 * Dimitri: Hey... Wait! I did not mean for you to fall asleep right here!
 * Flayn: Someday you...appreciate...food...
 * Dimitri: Flayn! Ah... She is hopeless...

C Support

 * Flayn: Ahhh, tonight's meal looks exquisite! Time for me to make the most of this opportunity. MmmMmMmm!
 * Dedue: Are you all right? Slow down. Your dinner is not going anywhere.
 * Flayn: I am not sure it is your business to tell me how to consume my meal. You must admit this food is absolutely delectable! I have not eaten something this tasty in ages!
 * Dedue: Well, good.
 * Flayn: I suppose my enthusiasm is a tad overwhelming. Do you happen to know who cooked this meal?
 * Dedue: I did.
 * Flayn: You are the chef?!
 * Dedue: Today, yes.
 * Flayn: I...I do not think I have ever been brought to tears by a meal... Dedue, you are a chef without peer! Why, that was truly more delicious than anything I have eaten in all my years!
 * Dedue: I highly doubt that.
 * Flayn: No need for modesty. I could certainly never make anything even remotely so delicious. Hmm, that gives me an idea. Will you please teach me how to cook such delicacies as the one I ate just now?
 * Dedue: You want me to teach you to cook?
 * Flayn: Indeed! I have never been so emotional over cuisine - you must teach me your ways!
 * Dedue: Very well. But only if you are serious and do not quit halfway through.
 * Flayn: I would not dream of it! Thank you, Chef Dedue!

C Support
Flayn! There you are. I've been looking everywhere for you. You worry too much, Brother. I think a kidnapping is good cause for concern! I was so worried about you I nearly fainted. Had that not happened, I would have never been allowed to join the professor's class. Even from something so dire, some good did come of it. That is a dangerous attitude. This world is full of peril. You must be more vigilant! Please understand, I allowed you to enroll here only because I thought it best for your safety. I am very much aware of that. You wanted to speak to me of something? Yes, my dear little sister. You are kind beyond all measure, and you are the very picture of innocence. But, precisely because of these very fine qualities, I worry about your interactions with the others here. This year's students are...particularly eccentric. As your brother, it is my duty to help you with any concerns you may have. The youths of our army are...particularly eccentric. As your brother, it is my duty to help you with any concerns you may have. I do appreciate the offer, but all the students and professors have treated me exceptionally well. Even so, there must be at least some worry. Please, you need not conceal anything from me. You worry far too much. There is truly nothing to share. And nothing for you to fret over! Are you absolutely sure? The idea of you suffering in silence is unbearable to me. Enough! I made it clear that nothing is wrong. I stand by my word. Well, there is one concern that comes to mind... What is it? Tell me! I will help however I can! There is a certain somebody who seems determined to get in the way of my friendships with my classmates. What?! That's horrible! Fear not, I will handle this scoundrel for you. Just tell me his name. It is you, Brother. Now then, I must be on my way. ... What was Flayn getting at just now? Let's see... I was speaking to her, I asked her to share her concerns, and... Was there something else? No matter. Fear not, Flayn. Your brother will protect you from all harm!

B Support
Brother! Flayn, is something the matter? I thought I made it clear that I do not want you meddling in the affairs of me and my friends! I am not quite sure what you are referring to. But I promise you, I would never try to stand in your way. It has come to my attention that you have been running about asking people what they think of me. Asking everyone! Well of course I have. It took me quite some time. But for you, it was well worth the effort. I was able to confirm that you are getting along well with everyone. It was very reassuring. I cannot emphasize enough how embarrassed I was when I found out. And you have caused such a stir for those whom you questioned! Why, one person even said he feared for his life when you cornered him in the dining hall! The dining hall? Ah, I know the fellow you are referring to. Yes... I have seen the way he looks at you. I recognized in an instant that he had impure feelings for you. As your brother, I took it upon myself to test his resolve. I merely asked him if he was prepared to lay his life on the line for my beloved sister. He is nothing more than a friend! Kindly keep out of my social business in the future. I am happy to see that you are making friends. But you should weigh your options more carefully. Who I befriend is absolutely none of your business! Do you know what they call people like you? Overprotective meddlers! I am no longer a child. Are you incapable of trusting me, even a little? Of course I trust you. But, as an elder brother, I have a certain responsibility... As my brother? Obviously. Oh, never mind it. If you'll excuse me. ...

A Support
Flayn. Here to pester me, Brother? No, I think I'm the one who ought to be pestered. Regardless of what I say to you, it is not as though it has any effect in reducing your worry over me. That is true. No matter where you are, and no matter what you're doing, I will always worry. But that's only because I treasure you so very much. Please understand. I'm not trying to hurt you. Of that I am well aware. I am touched that you care so deeply. When I think of it, it is my own fault that you have become so overprotective. I cannot blame you. No. The fault is entirely mine. You were still so young. I placed far too much strain on you, and our lack of resources was no excuse. Worse, I failed to watch you during the battle. Your mother too. We...lost her because of me. Afterward, it broke my heart to see how much you would need to rest just to survive. I swore that I would dedicate every moment remaining in my life to your protection. Ever since then, I have been afraid of falling asleep. My fear of sleeping is outmatched only by my fear of spending my life alone. Even if it cannot last, I want to live among my peers as one of them—as an ordinary person. Similar to how you and Mother coexisted with your own comrades back then, fighting side by side. Quite right. I know you must leave the nest someday. No matter how many ages our lives may span, I know that's the way of it. Father... Don't. Nobody is listening, Father. Let me address you as such just this once. I have valued the quiet days you and I have spent alone together. But I am no longer a child. Just as you and Mother met one another, and eventually I was brought into the world, I— I know. Please, no more. No matter what happens, you're my daughter. It gives me great joy to see you grow. But please, at least until this war is over, let me continue to worry. You're the most precious person in my life. I can't bear the thought of losing you. It seems I have no choice in the matter. I shall allow you to worry about me enough for yourself and Mother both. But only that much and no more, my dear father, Cichol. Thank you, Cethleann.