Byleth/Female Supports

C Support
(*knock* *knock*)
 * Manuela: I... Who... Oh, settle down and stop with the knocking. I'll be there in two shakes.


 * Byleth: You were sleeping. OR I'd like a word.

(Screen goes black. Sound of door opening)
 * Manuela: Oh dear... Professor? Is that you? I... just a moment. What should I do? I can't open the door in this state... Manuela, you must quit... oversleeping. Hold on. where are my clothes? I can't even find my underwear?! (rustling and movement) Oh, I -- What is my dressing robe belt caught on? I can't tie this properly! It's not even covering -- Oh, Manuela... This will have to do. (crash)
 * Byleth: Are you OK?
 * Manuela: I-I'm fine. Just... Just hold on a moment.
 * Byleth: I can hear you.
 * Manuela: Ugh... I would hope, Professor, that you have the decorum to pretend you've heard nothing. Anyway, I'll be just another moment. Patience, please.
 * Manuela: Ahh, hello. Sorry to have kept you waiting. So... What do you want?
 * Byleth: That took a while OR What were you doing?
 * Manuela: Excuse me? You has a reason for coming here, I assume. I've put a lot of time and effort into making it possible to talk with you, you know...


 * Byleth: Sorry


 * Manuela: No, you've done nothing wrong. Let's just say I'm not having a good day. Actually, I didn't have a good night... Never mind! What did you want, anyway?
 * Byleth: About last night... OR I have a message from a knight...
 * Manuela: You heard from him? The fella from last night?! Huh. What did he have to say?


 * Byleth: He said, "We will never go out together again."


 * Manuela: Yeah... Figures. Kind of saw it coming, actually. That's why I came back to my room and went to bed. To get over it. Thank you... for checking in on me. Was that all you wanted? Well then, good night.


 * Byleth: Sleep well.

B Support

 * Manuela: Professor! A pleasure to see you.
 * Byleth: 
 * Choice 1: Why are you here?
 * Choice 2: Are you praying?
 * Manuela:
 * Choice 1 response: I was here for confessional... Confessing my foolishness.
 * Choice 2 response: I've never been very good at praying. I was here to confess my foolishness.
 * Manuela: While I'm at it, may I confess something to you too?
 * Byleth: No need to ask. Go ahead.
 * Manuela: I realize what a burden I've been. On you, I mean. After every break-up, I neglect my work. And I know how that affects you. I'm completely worthless as a woman. Can you imagine how that feels? I'm going to be single for the rest of my life. I just know it. You think so too, don't you?
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: Yes.
 * Choice 2: No.
 * Manuela: 
 * Choice 1 response: That's terrible to say. But if that's how see it, maybe there is no hope for me.
 * Choice 2 response: Really? So, maybe there's still hope for me... Who am I kidding? I've known for years how hopeless I am.
 * Manuela: What's wrong with me? It's not my looks. I'm still gorgeous. Or am I? Be honest. Do I look old? No... Not possible. I'm the songstress who swept the Empire off its feet... Men professed their love for me hourly! It can't be my looks.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: You look just fine.
 * Choice 2: You're attractive.
 * Manuela:
 * Choice 1 response: You're right! Although, "just fine" is a bit... Well, it's better to be attractive than "just fine."
 * Choice 2 response: I knew I was right! I'd be in real trouble if I weren't this beautiful.
 * Manuela: Oh no. If the problem isn't my looks–and they are not the problem–then it must be...what? My personality?
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: I...
 * Choice 2: Your personality is fine.
 * Manuela:
 * Choice 1 response: I know you're trying to find a way to say it gently. But you think there's a problem, don't you?
 * Choice 2 response: A girl can tell a lie when she hears one. You think there's a problem, don't you?
 * Manuela: I suppose I can be a bit...unkempt. I do have a short temper, and I may be a little lazy... Sometimes. But I've always heard fellas, you know, like a woman with a few flaws. Seems to me there are plenty of flawed girls who have landed themselves a good man. So maybe...my trouble is I'm not imperfect enough. Do you think I could use a few more flaws?
 * Byleth: No.
 * Manuela: Why? Do you think I'm flawed enough already?

C Support

 * Hanneman: Ah, Professor! Always a pleasure to see you. I wonder, might you have a moment to chat?
 * Byleth: Why? OR What do you want?
 * Hanneman: Come now. You have no need to be on guard.
 * Hanneman: I'd never cause you harm. You're far too valuable a specim-- Well, that is to day, too valuable a member of the academy staff. Indeed, the further my Crest research progress, the closer you come to learning the truth of your heritage. Is it not so? When I learned you bore the lost Crest--the very Crest of Flames itself!--I set about learning everything I could about your past. What was the origin of your bloodline? How have the events of your life been shaped by your lineage? I became somewhat obsessed, I must admit.
 * Byleth: You investigated me?
 * Hanneman: Nothing so crass as an investigation, no. I researched. I spoke to mercenaries whom you've worked with in the past to learn about your life before the academy.
 * Byleth: My past is my business.
 * Hanneman: I promised not harm, remember? I merely reached out to mercenaries whom you've worked to understand your life before the academy.
 * Hanneman: Of course, I also contacted Jeralt and his mercenary friends. Your father does keep rather interesting company. I'm excited to share with you what I learned, but I do ask that you correct me if I am mistaken on any account. The story begins with Jeralt serving as captain of the Knights of Seiros... There was a woman at the monastery with whom Jeralt was quite close. At first, it seemed obvious this mystery woman was your mother. Alas, that cannot be the case. The timing is all wrong. As it was told to me, the woman in question passed away shortly before Jeralt left the monastery... Yet your birth occurred sometime later, while Jeralt was taking work as a mercenary. This, of course, presumes you age is accurately reported. If you were born sooner, well, the story would be quite different, would it not?
 * Byleth: I don't know.
 * Hanneman: It is intriguing though, yes? Why is your age so difficult to pin down?
 * Byleth: My father was always one for secrets.
 * Hanneman: Oh, I am aware. You two were certainly enigmatic as far as mercenaries go.
 * Hanneman: For example, Jeralt never once spoke of his time serving as captain of the knights. That's quite a secret to keep for all those years. In the end, your old acquaintances had little definitive to say about either of you. However, they all agreed on one thing--your father, and yourself, were a strong pair. Warriors to be respected and feared. You, in particular. In fact, many came to know you as the Ashen Demon. They say you would destroy your enemies without a hint of emotion on your face. The mercenaries I spoke to revered you as a living legend of sorts.
 * Byleth: ...
 * Hanneman: So, that is what I learned. And, I admit, it is barely more than I knew before. The nest step in my research is to ask you blood for answers, and hope that it is more forthcoming that your past acquaintances.

B Support

 * Hanneman: How are you doing, Professor? Would you care to join me for a cup of tea?
 * Byleth: OK.
 * Byleth: Sure.
 * Hanneman: It occurs to me that, whenever we chat, I have a tendency to pester you with my questions and theories about your history... It seems only fair to speak on the topic of myself for once. And perhaps you might feel more positive inclined toward my research, if I shared my own story.
 * Byleth: So, you just want me to help with your research.
 * Hanneman: Not at all. I am quite honest in my motivations.
 * Byleth: You have my attention.
 * Hanneman: I am quite pleased to hear you're interested. Yes, quite pleased.
 * Hanneman: Well... I suppose I should begin at the beginning, eh? I was born into a noble house of the Empire. Not a large house, mind you. But noble all the same. Our land holdings were small, but our bloodline was quite strong. So, you can imagine, there were many of us in the family who carried the power of Crests. I, myself, bear a minor Crest. Our family's abundance of Crests may be part of the reason I've been interested in the topic since I was just a boy. I dedicated myself to my studies, and after years of effort, I became lead Crest scholar at the Empire's largest research institution.
 * Byleth: Why come to Garreg Mach?
 * Hanneman: I had only Imperial blood, and thus Imperial Crests, at my disposal in the Empire.
 * Byleth: You gave that up? To come here?
 * Hanneman: My research is more important than social standing in the Empire. There I had only Imperial blood, and thus Imperial Crests, at hand.
 * Hanneman: So I came to Garreg Mach and devoted myself to my research during my time as a professor. My progress is slow, but with each revelation, I move ever closer to the answers I have sought for decades. Your cooperation as the bearer of the Crest of Flames ensures my research will continue to advance. In fact, it may bring me ever closer to the goal of uncovering everything there is to know about Crests. I do hope you shall continue helping me advance in this field of study.
 * Byleth: OK.
 * Byleth: If you insist...
 * Hanneman: Together, we will solve the mystery of your Crest of Flames, and our world will be the better for it. Shall we proceed? My lab instruments are fully prepared. I have a great number of tests I am excited to carry out... No, no, don't worry. They won't hurt a bit.

A Support

 * Hanneman: Which means that there are some elements of your power that cannot be explained by current theory. Although this may lead to a discovery that alters the very fabric of Crest research... Oh, pardon me, Professor. I became lost in thought and I do tend to ramble. I suggest we call it a day. Do you concur?
 * Byleth: I'm fine to keep talking.
 * Hanneman: No, no, you mustn't push yourself too hard. When you're not in battle, you are so often here with me. I get so energized speaking with you, well, I must remember to pull my heard out of the clouds...
 * Byleth: I'm getting tired.
 * Hanneman: It seems that I have gotten carried away again. My apologies. I know taht you are quite busy. I become so energized around you. When we get deep into the research, why, I feel 20 years younger!
 * Hanneman: That said, perhaps we should discuss things unrelated to Crests from time to time. Some sort of silly, light-hearted topic might be nice, eh?
 * Byleth: Do you have one in mind?
 * Hanneman: I'm not especially skilled at small talk, alas. Let me see... Perhaps we should discuss... Hmm... I know! Food! Not my strong suit, the culinary arts, but I do enjoy a good meal! Which kind of food do you prefer, Professor? Sweet or spicy?
 * Byleth: Sweet.
 * Hanneman: Same as myself! Yes, indeed... Oh, now my stomach is growling.
 * Byleth: Spicy.
 * Hanneman: Spicy? Quite the opposite of me. Yet you're an exception in lots of ways, so it's not altogether surprising...
 * Hanneman: An old colleague of mine theorized that those who bear Crests favor sweet flavors over spicy. She suggested that the Crest exerts some manner of influence over... Oh, there I go again. How embarrassing. We were supposed to be avoiding talk of Crests, weren't we? Terrible habit of mine, finding a way to turn any conversation towards Crests. I really should find a way to stop that.
 * Byleth: It's OK.
 * Byleth: We can talk more about Crests.
 * Hanneman: That is kind of you, Professor, but it's all right. If you were to lose your patience with me, it coul dhave an incalculable impact on my research. That sort of thing has happened in teh past, you know. Back when I was still in the Empire... At first, any lady I was spending time with would titter and say she didn't mind if I talked about Crests. But, at some point, she would always become fed up and stop listening to what i had to say. In the end - invariably while I was particularly focused on my research - she would write to say we were done. You may be a man, but I still don't wish for you to grow tired of my company.

C Support

 * Catherine: Hm. I wonder why.
 * Byleth: Sorry?
 * Catherine: Why does Lady Rhea give you special treatment? You're not particularly strong or good-looking. You seen exceedingly unremarkable. Not that I doubt you were a skilled mercenary. Shamir came from the same background. But she doesn't get nearly as much of Lady Rhea's attention. Besides, it'd be one thing if you got brought on as a knight. But a professorship? Unprecedented.
 * Byleth: It is?
 * Catherine: I just don't get it. I'm flummoxed as to why she holds you in such high esteem.
 * Byleth: Sorry.
 * Catherine: I'm not blaming you. I'm just perplexed.
 * Catherine: Maybe it's because you're related to Jeralt. He was a leader of the Knights of Seiros, and probably the finest mercenary in all Fodlan. By the time I joined, he was gone, so I don't know him too well. But he's strong, right?
 * Byleth: Not as strong as people say. OR I don't know what you're talking about.
 * Catherine: Oh, come on!
 * Catherine: There can't be a soul in Fodlan who hasn't heard tales of the Blade Breaker! Maybe that's it. Jeralt used his influence to help you. But Lady Rhea wouldn't give you favorable treatment because of that. No, definitely not... There must be something more to you. OK, that settles it. I'm going to watch from afar, figure out what Lady Rhea could possibly see in you. Whatever it is, maybe I can copy it, so that she'll take a shine to me as well. And if I discover that your intentions are malicious, I'll cut you down. The relish.
 * Byleth: ...

B Support
(Byleth stands back to the camera. Screen goes black. Spark of light appears. Sound of swords clashing.)
 * Catherine: (laughs) I was trying to catch you off-guard, but you managed to block it! Not too shabby, Professor!
 * Byleth: That was dangerous. OR That wasn't funny.
 * Catherine. Oh, come on. Look at the blade I threw. It's just a wooden training sword.
 * Catherine: At worst, you could have gotten a bruise, or perhaps a splinter. Let's agree it was funny and move on.
 * Byleth: It would have hurt enough.
 * Catherine: Aw, poor thing! Aren't you used to getting hurt? You've been in your fair share of battles.
 * Byleth: I could have died.
 * Catherine: How? By choking on it? Don't be so dramatic.
 * Catherine: Besides, I knew you'd dodge in time. I told you before that I was going to observe you. Since then, I've been watching you. I know what you're capable of.
 * Byleth: Uh...
 * Catherine: I took steps to make myself invisible, so I could observe you without being detected. I hardly let you out of my sight. After extensive research, I've concluded that you really are first-rate. Your sword skills are impeccable; you're a gifted educator. You clearly love working with the students. Someone with all of you exceptional qualities should not exist. But here you are! At first, I thought Jeralt was the reason for Lady Rhea's interest in you. But no. Lady Rhea knew exactly what she was doing when she singled you out. Unfortunately, I can't hop to emulate you, let alone wield the Sword of the Creator. So my plan of imitating you for Lady Rhea's attention has come to nothing.
 * Byleth: So, you're going to stop watching me?
 * Catherine: I didn't say that. When we rescue Lady Rhea, I'll provide he a full report of your activities. Hopefully then I'll be in her good graces. Oh, and don't think you can avoid being watched. I won't let you out of my sight!
 * Byleth: ...

C Support

 * Alois: Hello, Professor! You're really on the move today. A lot to get done, I take it? I'm happy to help. Tell me, is there anything I can do to lighten your load a bit?
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: Nothing comes to mind.
 * Choice 2: I appreciate the offer, but...
 * Alois: Oh, surely there must be something! Don't be shy about asking for help. We're partically siblings, after all. Cut from the same cloth. I was raised by Jeralt, just as you were. So we should have no trouble getting along.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: You were raised by Jeralt?
 * Choice 2: You think we're like siblings?
 * Alois:
 * Choice 1 response: Huh? Did I not mention that? How thoughtless! What an embarrassing gaffe.
 * Choice 2 response: Well, I'll confess, there is a considerable age gap between us!
 * Alois: My parents died when I was small, and I came to live in the monastery. It was an aimless existence. But sometimes, a knight would pass by, wearing magnificent armor. That knight was Jeralt. And the first time he laid eyes on me, he made me his squire! What was he thinking, eh?
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: That's crazy.
 * Choice 2: Sounds like Jeralt.
 * Alois: No kidding! I don't think I'll ever fully understand his logic. Later, I heard that the squire proceeding me died of a terrible plague. I looked a bit like him and was about the same age, so Jeralt thought me a suitable replacement. A little nutty, old Jeralt, there's not doubt about that. Quite a character. All that was more than 30 years ago. How time flies.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: 30 years?
 * Choice 2: Do you know his age?
 * Alois:
 * Choice 1 response: That's right. I wasn't even 15 years old.
 * Choice 2 response: Actually, I'm not entirely sure. You never asked him? (Byleth shakes head.)
 * Alois: Well, Jeralt hardly seems to have aged since then. In fact, over drinks he once told me... Ah, perhaps that's a story for another day. At any rate, that's Jeralt for you. One of a kind. I don't think there's anyone else quite like him.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: Yeah, probably not.
 * Choice 2: If you say so...
 * Alois: Right. Well, now you've heard my whole story. I hope that you understand now why I feel such a strong sense of attachment to you. If you're ever in a bind, just give me a holler. I'll help however I can.
 * Byleth: Thanks for offering, but I can handle myself.
 * Alois: Indeed, indeed. Well, I'll let you get back to it. But truly, if I can take anything off your plate, don't hesitate to let me know.

B Support

 * Alois: Hello, Professor! What brings you here? Fancy a bit of fishing?
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: Yes.
 * Choice 2: No. I saw you here and...
 * Alois: 
 * Choice 1 response: You know, I can hardly go fishing without thinking of ol' Jeralt. He and I would just sit here, casting our lines again and again. I'm no better at it now than I was then! Not a single nibble.
 * Choice 2 response: Are you looking for help with something? Ah, no. Your eyes tell a different story. You know, I can hardly go fishing without thinking of ol' Jeralt. He and I would just sit here, casting our lines again and again. I'm no better at it now than I was then! Not a single nibble.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: Maybe if you were quiter...
 * Choice 2: You're not cut out for it.
 * Alois:
 * Choice 1 response: Ah, just like your father. You know all the tricks of the fisherman's trade. I was hopeless at it, but he was a master. In the time it took me to catch one fish, he could fill his basket to the brim. You know, talking to you, I'm feeling very nostalgic. Why don't you join me? We can trade stories about the old man.
 * Choice 2 response: Ah, just like your father. He used to tell me exactly the same thing. I was hopeless at it, but he was a master. In the time it took me to catch one fish, he could fill his basket to the brim. You know, talking to you, I'm feeling very nostalgic. Why don't you join me? We can trade stories about the old man.
 * Alois: We spoke before about how Jeralt never seemed to age, right? Once, when he was drunk, he let the secret slip. He said he'd had an infusion of Crest-bearing blood, and it had greatly extended his life.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: Crests can make people live longer?
 * Choice 2: You're kidding, right?


 * Alois: 


 * Choice 1 & 2 response: Well, we'd both been drinking. I figured he was joking, so I just laughed it off. Then I asked him his age. He said he stopped counting after he hit one hundred. And he was telling the truth! In those 20 years he was away, he didn't age one bit. An incredible person, to be sure. And I probably don't know the half of it. Actually, I'd...I'd like to ask you something about Jeralt, if you don't mind.


 * Alois: When Jeralt was away from the monastery, what was he like?
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: He liked to fish.
 * Choice 2: He did nothing but drink.
 * Alois:
 * Choice 1 response: In other words, he was exactly the same! When he was with the knights, he always found time to go fishing. He was hooked on it, you might say! He'd say there was no greater pleasure in life than sinking his teeth into a fish he'd caught, and washing it down with a drink. I have to say, right now, fishing with you, it really takes me back. This feels just like the good ol' days, when Jeralt was sitting alongside me...
 * Choice 2 response: In other words, he was exactly the same! When I was his squire, he was always hollering for a drink. He just wouldn't put a cork in it! But on the battlefield he was unequaled. That's why people used to call him the Blade Breaker. I have to say, right now, fishing with you, it really takes me back. This feels just like the good ol' days, when Jeralt was sitting alongside me...

A Support

 * Alois: ... Ah, there you are. Hello.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice: You don't look as cheery as usual.
 * Choice 2: You look gloomy.
 * Alois: Oh, yes. Apologies. I'm struggling with some unpleasant thoughts. Since the war began, I've ended so many lives. You and your students got your hands dirty as well. Nobody forced you all to join the fight, of course.  You did so of your own volition. Still. There must be something very wrong with the world, for it to make children into killers.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: I'm not a child.
 * Choice 2: I know what you mean.
 * Alois: That's true enough. We've all gotten older. Ah, listen to me! I'm sorry for being so glum.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1:You're more handsome when you smile.
 * Choice 2: You're handsome when you brood.
 * Alois: Well said! In truth, I don't think any expression will improve my looks. I'm a brute, no matter what face I pull! Ah, you really are just like Jeralt. When I was down in the dumps, he'd cheer me up with a playful quip. He gave me his library of jokes. But when I tell one of them, nobody laughs at the punchline. They laugh at me! You, on the other hand. You inherited the old man's comic talents. I'm feeling pretty perky now, all thanks to you. I can't stop this war by feeling gloomy about it. Onward! To a brighter future.
 * Byleth: Hear, hear!
 * Alois: To tell you the truth, that was another line I picked up from Jeralt. He taught me everything about life. He was more important to me than anyone in the world. Apart from you, perhaps.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: Because Jeralt was my father?
 * Choice 2: You're making me blush.
 * Alois:
 * Choice 1 Response: Sure, there's that, but not only that.
 * Choice 2 Response: Come on, no need to blush! It's the truth
 * Alois: When I look at you or see you fighting in battle, it's like I'm seeing a sibling. But at the same time...it's like seeing something sacred and powerful. Something I must defend. You're so important to the future of Fódlan... And to me. I promise to continue protecting you, with the strength of a knight and the love of a big brother.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: You're more like a dad to me than a brother.
 * Choice 2: I'm counting on you.
 * Alois:
 * Choice 1 Response: I guess that makes sense, when you consider the age difference between us, and my closeness to Jeralt. Regardless—in the name of the captain, I swear to keep you safe!
 * Choice 2 Response: Good! In the name of Jeralt, I swear to keep you safe
 * Alois: You're welcome to return the favor, should you feel so inclined!

C Support
(Location: Seteth's Office) (Byleth and Seteth sit.)
 * Seteth: Ah. There you are. I apologize for calling you in so suddenly. Please, sit.
 * Seteth: There is a matter I would like to discuss with you. I believe I've told you this before, but it is my responsibility to aid the archbishop in all her duties.
 * Byleth: What are these duties?
 * Seteth: Spiritual instruction, ceremony oversight, donation management–all of the church's many administrative tasks. I oversee not only the priesthood, but also the Knights of Seiros and the Officers Academy. The archbishop entrusts a great deal to my discretion, and I am honored by her confidence. Even when she must make decisions herself, she often seeks my counsel in advance. And yet... Your appointment to a teaching position at the Officers Academy was a complete surprise to me. You should be fully investigated at a minimum before being trusted with such a responsibility. But no such investigation has been conducted. I know you are skilled in war and in matters of strategy, but beyond that I know next to nothing about you.
 * Byleth: You don't trust me.
 * Seteth: That is indeed what it comes down to, if I'm being honest. Please understand that I mean no offense. First, I would like to know just how much you know about yourself. You are the child of Jeralt Eisner, correct?
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: I think so.
 * Choice 2: That's what I hear.
 * Seteth: That's quite a vague reply for such a basic question. In the future, I would advise you to answer such queries with confidence. As the former captain of the Knights of Seiros, Jeralt is renowned throughout Fódlan. If you really are his child, then no one would voice any complaint about you joining the knights. How long has it been since you became a mercenary?
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: About ten years, I think.
 * Choice 2: I'm not sure.
 * Seteth:
 * Choice 1 response: Given your youth, that hardly seems likely.
 * Choice 2 response: I see. Most curious.
 * Seteth: Come to think of it, I have never asked your age. Just how old are you, exactly?
 * Byleth: Well, um...
 * Seteth: Your face says it all. You truly don't know, do you? Just what was Jeralt thinking raising you this way? Given your responses thus far, I feel as though any further questions would just be a waste of our time. However, permit me to make one thing clear. Whatever her reasons, the archbishop has placed great faith in you. Do not betray that trust. That is all.

B Support
(Location: Training Grounds)
 * Seteth: Professor. A moment?
 * Byleth nods
 * Seteth: I am sorry that I doubted your ability. I deeply regret ever holding such a view of you. It is obvious to me that you extraordinary.
 * Byleth: Really?
 * Seteth: Do you doubt your own power, even now? I suppose that's only natural. You lived you whole life knowing next to nothing about yourself. Not only Jeralt could have possibly known all there is to know about you. But I wonder... Are you satisfied with that?
 * Byleth: What do you mean?
 * Seteth: Are you content not knowing who you are? Or do you yearn to know more?
 * Byleth: I... wish to know more. OR I wouldn't know where to begin.
 * Seteth: It was a foolish question, of course. You are not the sort to be complacent. So, only one more question matters: are you ready?


 * Byleth: Ready for what?


 * Seteth: The truth. All of it. Learning it will doubtlessly have direct consequences on your life. I do not know what those will be. You may decide, once you learn it, that you wish you hadn't. But even if you have such regrets, you will never be able to return to ignorance. So, are you ready to know the truth?


 * Byleth: Yes. I am.
 * Seteth: I see. That is what I wished to hear. The archbishop continues to put her faith in you. And so you will continue to have my aid. More than that... I will put my faith in you as well. And I will do all that is within my power to help you someday reach the truth.

A Support
(Location: Byleth's Personal Quarters)
 * Seteth: May I discuss something with you? I promised to help you find the truth of who you are. But I'm afraid it's not that simple. There are some details I have kept concealed.
 * Byleth: What details?
 * Seteth: Five years ago, before she vanished, I asked Rhea some pointed questions. I learned that she knows everything about you. No, that is understating it... Rhea is responsible for your existence.
 * Byleth: What do you mean?
 * Seteth: I could explain to you, here and now, what fragments of knowledge I was able to pry from Rhea. I fear, however, that a partial understanding might do you more harm than good. Once we save Rhea, you will know the whole of it. For now, that is all I can tell you.
 * Byleth: ...
 * Seteth: If you are still uncertain about your feelings... Then permit me to add one more thing. You, Rhea, and I... We are like family. Because of those deep ties, you can be certain that I will never abandon or betray you. On the contrary, I greatly wish to see what your future holds. I am, and will always be, your ally.
 * Byleth: Even family members can turn on each other.
 * Seteth: You're not wrong. History is full of examples. I don't believe that will be the case here but I suppose all I can do is ask for your trust. The truth is, you have become indispensable to me. And that is true quite independently of whether I see eye to eye with Rhea, or even whether we are friends. After this war is over, where I go and what I do will depend wholly on you.
 * Byleth: What do you mean?
 * Seteth: I am still trying to figure that out, myself. Perhaps it is just that I find you so fascinating that I cannot bring myself to leave your side. I dislike a one-sided conversation, but in this case, I am afraid I had no choice. Our future is yours to determine.

S Support

 * Seteth: You must be exhausted. It seems like our work has only increased since the war's end, doesn't it?
 * Byleth: I could use some rest.
 * Seteth: I am afraid that will not do, Archbishop. We are in the process of forging a new age. As the heir to the power of Sothis, it is your duty to lead the people of Fódlan. Rhea has entrusted the Church of Seiros to you.
 * Seteth: You must have agreed to that, yes? (Azure Moon route)
 * Seteth: I am afraid that will not do, Your Majesty. We are in the process of forging a new age. All of Fódlan, noble and commoner alike, is watching your every move. You cannot abandon your post now. The people would feel betrayed. Rhea imparted this role to you, and you are the only one who can fulfill it and accomplish all that must be done.
 * Seteth: Do you think anyone will permit you to shrink from this noble duty? (Verdant Wind/Silver Snow routes)
 * Byleth: Harsh words.
 * Seteth: I am sworn to help you as best I can. That sometimes requires brutal honesty. Believe me, I am just as overburdened as you. But I will not abandon this. Where you go, I follow.
 * Byleth: Promise?
 * Seteth: Yes. For whatever centuries may yet be ours, I will always remain by your side. That is why… I hope that you will accept this. I will just come out with it. I love you, deeply. Will you marry me?
 * Byleth: ...
 * Seteth: Since I have already tied my fate to yours, I could not help but imagine how lovely it would be to exchange wedding vows with you. But there is one thing I want to make sure you understand beyond any doubt… I am not proposing to you out of a sense of duty, nor a desire to perpetuate our bloodline. I want this because I am in love with you. I cannot conceive of a world without you in it. If you feel the same… Will you do me the honor of joining your life with mine? You will? Then allow me to renew my pledge. From this day forward, I will always be at your side. Through good or ill fortune. Through the greatest of joys and the worst of woes. No matter how daunting the task, I will be there.
 * Byleth: I'm so glad.
 * Seteth: However, we must always remember our duty to the people. Even if it is at the expense of our happiness. We should wait to announce our marriage until Fódlan’s stability is restored. And, with the thought of that day in mind, we must now return to our work.
 * Byleth: Do we really have to?
 * Seteth: There are people waiting outside your office. Courage, my love! Let us go forth and face the world…together.

C Support

 * Flayn: Excuse me, Professor. May I have a moment of your time?
 * Byleth: Certainly.
 * Flayn: Ah, wonderful! I was hoping you might enlighten me. About yourself, that is. You see, I happen to be quite curious about you.
 * Byleth: Oh? Why is that?
 * Flayn: Well, because. There is something different about you. You possess an air of mystery... I could not help but notice when first we met. I am intrigued, to say the least. I find it rather difficult to put into words... Were I to wax poetic, I would say you remind me of the sea. Have you ever been, Professor?
 * Byleth: A few times, yes.
 * Flayn: The sea is vast. Boundless. On the surface, all seems still. Yet beneath that stillness, it is unfathomably deep. Within, it teems with life, yet without, one is lucky to glimpse a fleeting shadow. And yet, all one must do it cast a line to grasp hold of all that life! You cannot see it at a glance, but it is there all the same.
 * Byleth: What are you talking about, exactly?
 * Flayn: About fish, of course! I, bother. I got sidetracked, didn't I? Right. About the sea... During a storm, the once calm waters become mighty enough to overturn even the vastest ships. Not unlike you. You are calm–you carry yourself with poise. Yet you wield great power. My brother is uncertain of you, however. He referred to you as a youth of...dubious origin. Oh, but please do not think ill of him! He is incredibly dedicated to his work. So surely you understand why he would have doubts about one of whom he knows so little. Nobody even seems to know your age! Incidentally, how old are you?
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: I don't actually know.
 * Choice 2: I'd rather not say.
 * Flayn:
 * Choice 1 response: Wait–you do not know your own age? You truly are mysterious!
 * Choice 2 response: Aha! I suspect that if you choose not to say, you must be quite young.
 * Flayn: Hmm... Looking at you, it is quite difficult for me to determine. I wonder... Could you be younger than your own students?
 * Byleth: And how old are you?
 * Flayn: Who, me? Well, I roughly the same age as the other youths here!
 * Byleth: You look younger than the others...
 * Flayn: Be that as it may, it is simply not the case. Oh, by the way, I... I have actually been considering enrolling in the academy myself. But my brother will not allow it. He is a touch overprotective at times... Oh! My apologies! I am sure you have much work to do. I will not keep you any longer! We must speak again sometime...if that would be all right. Have a lovely day!

B Support

 * Flayn: It has been a while since we last spoke, Professor. Spare me a moment again, will you not?
 * Byleth: Of course.
 * Flayn: You recall how you helped me and allowed me to join your class, yes? I have learned a great many things since then. Indeed, I have truly grown so much! This personal growth is due, in large part, to you. And I wish to express my gratitute, sincerely.
 * Byleth: I'm not sure you've grown that much...
 * Flayn: Excuse me? Are you implying that I am still naive? I will have you know that I have made many friends, and am constantly learning new things! Why, when I go to the market–alone–I even haggle! You must be familiar with the delicate art of haggling– in which one negotiates a lower asking price for an item. That is the type of knowledge common only to those as mature as myself!
 * Byleth: How old are you again?
 * Flayn: Who, me? Um, have you not asked this once before? It is a bit rude to ask repeatedly, you know.
 * Byleth: You never told me.
 * Flayn: Is that so? Well, it seems we have something in common, since I do not know your age either. Come now. There is nothing to be gained from focusing so heavily on age. Touching on a previous discussion, I think I have learned more about you. I mentioned how you possess an air of mystery... I compared you to any old sea, but I have come to realize you are more like a particular sea–one I have seen before. When I was quite small, my mother would take me out to play in the sea. She was an excellent fisher, my mother. I grew to love fish deeply because of her...
 * Byleth: Where are you going with this?
 * Flayn: Well, you see, fish are– Oh, er, wait. I was talking about the sea, was I not? Anyhow... I sense that, like the sea, your depths are seemingly impenetrable. Yet, despite your unkowable depths, there is something...familiar about you. It is as if we have met somewhere, long, long ago...
 * Byleth: You think we've met before?
 * Flayn: No, I do not think so. It is all quite strange, really. I wonder if we might be distant relatives... No, that cannot be it, either. After all, if we were related, that would mean... Hm, though considering all that Rhea has done, it is not entirely outside the realm of possibility... Hm? Oh, apologies. Just muttering to myself. It is nothing. Mutterings aside, I mean to say that you do not feel like a stranger to me. For whatever reason, I feel deeply connected to you. And for this, I am glad.

A Support

 * Flayn: ... ...
 * Byleth: What's wrong?


 * Flayn: Oh, hello, Professor! How nice to see you. You caught me off guard. I was actually just thinking about you.
 * Byleth: Why the sigh?
 * Flayn: Just a moment ago? Well, I... I... I am afraid I just do not understand you. When first we met, I sensed something different about you—something mysterious. And now I am convinced. Your existence itself is very special. Thinking on it, I know it to be true. You have a Crest that should have been lost long ago. You wield the Sword of the Creator as if it is nothing... Your hair and eye color changed on that day five years ago. To the same sort of color as mine and my brother's...
 * Byleth: What does it all mean?
 * Flayn: I do not know. My brother refuses to speak to me of it. Since then, you have led us into battle and, thus far, we have always come out victorious. Your comrades and colleagues adore you. They believe in you—in your strength. I doubt that there is a single soul who is likened to you. Who are you really?
 * Byleth: I don't know.
 * Flayn: I simply do not understand. Whatever the case may be, having hair like mine is proof that there is something exceptional about you. I may as well come forward with things. I, too, am unlike others.
 * Byleth: How so?
 * Flayn: Surely you recall when I was targeted, specifically for my blood? I may not be special in the ways you are, but my blood is rare. It seems the two of us share a special...differentness. I also believe that we are bound together in some way. Of this I am certain. Therefore, I intend to stay by your side and watch over you. Your existence must be preserved at all cost.
 * Byleth: I would rather protect you.
 * Flayn: Certainly those are the words of a hero! Let us unite our powers—together, we are unstoppable!

C Support
(Gilbert looks away.) (Children run away.) (Byleth nods.)
 * Gilbert: I am sorry to make you tag along with my shopping trip like this. You were very kind to offer your help, even though this is my duty.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: Don't worry about it.
 * Choice 2: I'm happy to help.
 * Gilbert:
 * Choice 1 response: I will someday repay you for this kindness.
 * Choice 2 response: In return, I will glady come to your aid when you need it someday.
 * Gilbert: Though I fear there may not be so many things I can help you with...
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: Could you teach me to fish?
 * Choice 2: Could you help me with my combat training?
 * Gilbert:
 * Choice 1 response: Fishing? Of course, I would be happy to. I recall hearing that Captain Jeralt is quite the fisherman. Is that true?
 * Choice 2 response: I would be glad to. However, I would likely learn more from you, than you would from me.
 * Gilbert: You made a living as a mercenary under Captain Jeralt's guidance. As a comparatively new member of the Knights of Seiros, I was not so familiar with his past exploits... Yet clashing swords with him, even just a handful of times, was enough for his abilities to astound me. You, as one trained by him, must have those same great talents. I have devoted my life to the path of a knight, yet I find your mercenary experience lends your blade...
 * Byleth: Hm?
 * City Child: Ahaha, wait up!
 * City Child: Catch me if you can! C'mon, this way! This way!
 * Gilbert: Hah... It is good to see children able to play and to smile.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: It's rare to see that look on your face.
 * Choice 2: I never knew you could smile, Gilbert.
 * Gilbert: Was I...smiling?
 * Gilbert: Please...forget you saw that. I do not have the right to such pleasures.
 * Byleth: The right?
 * Gilbert: Indeed... For those we have lost will never be able to smile again. (Pause.) I am sorry. I did not mean to trouble you with such talk. Come, let us head back.

B Support
(Byleth arrives.)
 * Gilbert: Dear Goddess, please allow His Majesty to rest in peace...
 * Gilbert: Who is it? Oh... Professor. What brings you here at this hour?
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: I heard your voice.
 * Choice 2: I was just taking a walk.
 * Gilbert:
 * Choice 1 response: I am most sorry for disturbing you.
 * Gilbert: The hour is late, Professor. You should be resting in preparation for the day to come.
 * Byleth: What were you doing?
 * Gilbert: I was offering my prayers to the goddess. It is all that I can do now... I told you I was in service of the royal family, yes? When I was only a young soldier, the king saw fit to make a knight of me. I was given the great honor of guiding and protecting the royal family.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: Guiding?
 * Choice 2: Protecting?
 * Gilbert:
 * Choice 1 response: It was similar to your own work. I was a teacher of sorts.
 * Choice 2 response: Indeed. I served in that post for nearly 40 years.
 * Gilbert: I instructed both King Lambert and Prince Dimitri in the arts of combat, tactics, and academia. I also did all in my power to keep them safe. Until... That day. I was unable to fulfill my duty. I was...powerless.
 * Byleth: You mean...the Tragedy of Duscur?
 * Gilbert: Yes. When I received word of the attack, it was already too late. His Majesty was dead, along with many knights and soldiers. If only I had made it to Duscur more quickly... It is my fault that His Highness, Dimitri, has become...the way he is now. After that, I abandoned my wife and child, and fled my homeland. I turned my back on everything I swore to protect. My sins are countless. I will bear the weight of my guilt for as long as I live.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: Praying to the goddess won't help.
 * Choice 2: You're going about this the wrong way.
 * Gilbert:
 * Choice 1 response: What else can I do for His Majesty and all of those who died that day?
 * Choice 2 response: Apologizing to my daughter and wife. Devoting myself to His Highness. That is the way to atonement. And yet... Even if I am granted the forgiveness of those who still live, praying is all I can do to atone to those who are with us no more...
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: Praying won't help you atone.
 * Choice 2: The dead are gone. You can't help them now.
 * Gilbert: ... Long ago, there was someone who told me something quite similar. Forgive me. This will not do. As I grow older, I find myself talking endlessly about the past. But it is too late for such things now. I have finished my prayers. We should return.

A Support

 * Gilbert: Even this town, which was a ruin, has begun to recover its energy. However, acquiring supplies is still difficult. The people living here are struggling too. This \nconflict must be brought to an end soon.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: Let's end it ourselves.
 * Choice 2: I quite agree.
 * Gilbert:
 * Choice 1 Response: I agree. We must seize victory with our own hands.
 * Choice 2 Response: Yes. Let us seize victory together and build a new, more peaceful world.
 * Gilbert: Still, I wonder what path my life should follow once we achieve our goals.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: Aren't you going back to your home?
 * Choice 2: Aren't you going back to your family?
 * Gilbert: 
 * Choice 1 Response: This has been my intent. However, I sometimes find myself thinking differently. I wonder if it is time for my role here to end. Our peaceful future would hardly benefit from a war-hardened relic such as myself.
 * Choice 2 Response: That has been my intent. But surely my daughter, Annette, must have her own path to follow. Perhaps she would be happier if our paths diverged. Of course, if she desires it, I will gladly return. But if she does not...
 * Gilbert: Hmm... I wonder if I should ask my wife to join me here, to live out our days together at the monastery. That would not be so bad a choice either. Perhaps it is the fault of last night's drink that I am indulging in such dreams of the future today.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: It's important to think about the future.
 * Choice 2: This isn't like you, Gilbert.
 * Gilbert:
 * Choice 1 Response: Yes. I've learned there is strength in focusing clearly\non tomorrow and allowing yesterday to be done.
 * Choice 2 Response: You are correct. For now, I should focus on surviving the battles at hand.
 * Gilbert: Hmm.
 * City Child: Hey! It's the old fishing guy! Hi there!
 * Byleth: Old fishing guy?
 * Gilbert: A short time ago, I instructed these children in the art of fishing.
 * City Child: Thanks to you, we caught a really, really big fish in the river nearby!
 * Gilbert: Is that right? Be sure you share it with your families, now.
 * City Child: We will!
 * Byleth: What happened to not smiling?
 * Gilbert: I did say something about that once, didn't I? I even told you to forget you ever saw me smile... But now, I would not ask that of you... Your words from when last we spoke have stayed with me. They bring to mind the king I first served. He told me not to dwell upon the dead. "The dead are dead, and those who live are not bound by them." I intend to live my own life from now on.
 * Byleth: That's a fine smile.
 * Gilbert: You have a fine smile as well. One that I could never have imagined when we first met. No matter how our titles or positions change, I hope you will always remain yourself, Professor.

C Support

 * Shamir: Hey, Professor. The students seem to like you.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: Not that much.
 * Choice 2: It would seem that way.
 * Shamir: 
 * Choice 1: It doesn't make sense. You don't come across as particularly friendly.
 * Choice 2: Hah! And you're not modest about it. I like that.
 * Shamir: Still, I can't deny that you've got skills. It's a little strange, to be completely honest. I had my doubts, but they were right to make you a professor.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: I was suprised too.
 * Choice 2: I knew I could do it.
 * Choice 3: I'm still not sure...
 * Shamir:
 * Choice 1 response: I'd be suspicious of their true intentions, if I were you... But what's it matter? Seems like it turned out just fine for you.
 * Choice 2 response: Oh? You're an odd one. But what's it matter? Seems like it turned out just fine for you.
 * Choice 3 response: Regardless, seems like it turned out fine for you.
 * Shamir: I'll admit, it's unbelievable that you used to be a mercenary. I was a merc before coming here, but I can't imagine pulling off your fancy tactician act. I freeze up near royals and nobles.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: You were a mercenary?
 * Choice 2: You're not a fan of nobles?
 * Shamir:
 * Choice 1 response: I was. My family had nothing when I was growing up. There were too many mouths to feed, so I left. Joined up with some mercs for the pay. The work suited me, but I never liked having to bow and scrape to our noble employers.
 * Choice 2 response: You deal with a lot of nobels when you're a merc. I didn't mind putting my life on the line, but I never liked having to bow and scrape to our noble employers.
 * Shamir: That's what I like about being a Knight. I get to punch all the nobles I want. Hah! I'm joking. But the knights do make a good business partner.
 * Byleth: Business partner?
 * Shamir: I don't believe in the Church of Seiros. It makes me a bit of an anomaly among the knights. Rhea took me in, so I became a knight to repay my debt to her. I may be a knight, but it still feels like I'm doing the same things I did as a merc. Who knows though? Maybe you and I will end up working together. Us knights are a pretty tough crew... I'm guessing you'd run circles around us though. I'm interested to see where your path leads you.

B Support

 * Shamir: Thanks for your help out there. Battles tend to go smoother with you around.
 * The same to you.
 * Smoother?
 * Shamir: ("The same to you.") Heh. I think you did most of the heavy lifting. It may be unwise to think this way on the battlefield... But I feel I can trust your commands without question.
 * Why's that?
 * I still make mistakes.
 * Shamir: ("I still make mistakes") Don't we all? But, judging by the results of our recent battles, you're clearly good at this. I've also noticed that you've been putting me in more precarious situations lately. Almost like you know I won't question your orders.
 * My apologies for that.
 * I know I can rely on you.
 * Shamir: ("I know I can rely on you") Hah! I'm glad you trust me to get the job done, but still... I knew you were doing it on purpose. You're a very important position, now that you're leading the charge against the Empire. Funny to think you used to just teach at the Officers Academy. Your old students still call you "Professor." That's no title for the commander of an army.
 * There's no harm in it.
 * I actually like it.
 * Shamir: (I actually like it.) You'll always be their professor, huh? You sure are an interesting one. My people lost the war and I was left to wander Fódlan alone, but I guess meeting you was my prize. You look confused. Did you not know any of this? I was living in my homeland of Dagda, up until the Imperial army destroyed it 10 years ago. But, being a mercenary, I have no real allegiance. That's why I'm working here now. Don't worry, though. I don't plan to turn on you.

A Support
(Shamir sanding in a wooded area)
 * Shamir: It's been 10 years... Can I move on yet? Never mind. I know what you'd say.
 * Byleth: Were you taking to someone?
 * Shamir: In a sense. Someone who's long since passed.
 * Byleth: What are you doing here?
 * Shamir: I was just thinking about someone I used to know.
 * Shamir: Another mercenary I fought alongside. They were killed ten years ago when Dagda was in conflict with the Empire. It's all I can focus on lately...
 * Byleth: Why do you think that is?
 * Shamir: To be honest, I blame you. Heh, I'm just teasing. I know it's not your fault. You just remind me of him. You give off a similar air... It's uncanny. You even have the same inflection, which makes no sense because we only ever spoke Dagdan. I don't know what it is, but you feel the same to me. I guess you just remind me of the past.
 * Byleth: I'm sorry.
 * Shamir: Please. It's not your fault.
 * Byleth: I can't really help it...
 * Shamir: That's fair. It's not your fault.
 * Shamir: It's my fault for getting caught up in memories. Still you always remember your first love, right? That's enough of that. There are more relevant topics to discuss.
 * Byleth: I suppose.
 * Shamir: There's not point in dwelling on the past. Let's talk about the future.
 * Byleth: What will you do after the war?
 * Shamir: Good question. The world is completely open to me.
 * Shamir: Your next move seems apparent... But...who knows where I'll end up. I left Dagda, crossed through Brigid, and came all the way to Fodlan on my own. I think I'll be just fine navigating this world, wherever I decide to go.

C Support

 * Cyril: Aha! Found ya! You're always nosing around places, aren't ya, Professor? Can be real hard to find ya sometimes!
 * Byleth: Sorry about that.
 * Cyril: No worrying about it! I just wanted to talk to ya about a thing today.
 * Byleth: Is something the matter?
 * Cyril: Well, yeah, I wouldn't have been running all over the place looking for you if stuff was normal.
 * Cyril: Do you remember how Lady Rhea asked you to come to the office this evening? Well, she told me that I should come to let ya know that today's a bad day for doing that, and you should go and see her tomorrow instead. That's pretty much everything I needed to say, I think... Oh! Except to ask you if you've seen Seteth around anywhere.
 * Byleth: I haven't, sorry.
 * Cyril: Ugh, OK. I'm supposed to tell Seteth the thing Lady Rhea told me to tell you, but he's hard to find.
 * Byleth: Want me to tell him for you?
 * Cyril: Nah, I'll find him myself.
 * Byleth: Want to look for him together?
 * Cyril: Nah, it's all right, thanks.
 * Cyril: But if ya see him, then find me, please, and tell me where ya saw him, OK? 'Cause then I'll know where he is. I'll be in the stables if ya need me. Gotta put out the fodder before it's the next kid's shift. Don't want her thinking I left my work for her to do. Oh! But if I'm not in the stables, and ya need to find me, I'll be at the forest up north 'cause there's a buncha logs lying around up there. I figure I oughta chop 'em up or else someone might trip on a log, or we might run out of firewood. And if I chop it, then it'll save other people time. If it looks like I'm done there, then the corridors need to be sweeped, so if ya see Seteth and ya need to find me, then I might be there...
 * Byleth: Can I help you with anything?
 * Cyril: Nope. This is my job. I'm not giving it to anyone else, because it's mine and I'm gonna do it. Besides, if ya help me out, Lady Rhea might gimme an earful. I don't know why, but Lady Rhea sure does seem to like ya. She's always worried about what ya might be doing or not doing...
 * Byleth: Is that so?
 * Cyril: Oh yeah. Not that it's any of my business. Anyways, Lady Rhea asked me to do some jobs, so I'm doing 'em all. Even some she didn't ask for, but I know need doing, so I'm doing 'em. End of story. And remember, if you see Seteth around, come find me and tell me where you saw him, yeah?
 * Byleth: Seems like it'll be tough to find you...
 * Cyril: Huh? But I just told ya where I'd be. If I'm not in the stables, I'll be at the forest. If I'm not... Oh, I see. You're right. I'm all over the place, huh? I don't wanna waste your time, Professor, so if ya see Seteth, how about ya tell him I was looking for him and then tell him all the places I'll be. Then he can spend his time looking for me instead of you. Yeah! That sounds like a good plan. A real good plan. Let's do that! See ya later, Professor.
 * Byleth: ...

C Support 1

 * ???: Uhh... Agh... Fath... Save...
 * Byleth: ...Who could that be?
 * Sothis: A ghost, perhaps? No, that is surely not the case.
 * Byleth: ...Is that a ghost?
 * Sothis: We are within a monastery! No ghost would dare set foot in here...


 * Sothis (angry): What is that look upon your face? I am no ghost, if that is what was on your mind!
 * ???: No... Agh... Huh?! Who's there?!
 * Edelgard: Professor... What are you doing here?
 * Byleth: I heard something.
 * Edelgard: Oh? Perhaps I was talking in my sleep.
 * Byleth: I was restless.
 * Edelgard :What could that possibly mean?


 * Edelgard: In any case, please don't scare me like that.


 * Byleth: Bad dreams?


 * Edelgard: Ah... So you heard me then. Yes, it was a nightmare. I've had them since I was a child. Stupid, pointless dreams I can't control... It's terribly frustrating.
 * Byleth: What are they about?
 * Edelgard: Just... my childhood. A time before I had realized who I was destined to become.
 * Byleth: Anything I can help with?
 * Edelgard: No. They're just worthless dreams of the past. Talking about it won't change a thing.


 * Byleth: You can trust me with anything.
 * Edelgard: I had a feeling you'd say that. I suppose I could try...


 * Byleth: It's none of my business.
 * Edelgard: Perhaps not. Still, here you are. Maybe I can trust you with this...


 * Edelgard: But only if you swear not to tell a soul. I appreciate it. I dream of... my older brother, paralyzed, helpless... my older sister crying for help that never came... the youngest babbling words beyond meaning. I see my family dying slowly, waiting in the darkest depths for a glimmer of light. I once had ten siblings, eight older and two younger. Such a large family, and yet I became the heir to the throne. Do you know why? Every last one of them was crippled by disease or lost their mind or died. I was the only one left who could inherit the throne.


 * Byleth: That's awful OR How could such a thing happen...


 * Edelgard: Things kept getting worse. The darkness kept getting darker. In the end, I was the only one who survived. The nightmares are a reminder... to never forget. To never allow such terrible things to happen again.


 * Byleth: Never again...


 * Edelgard: Even now, I'm the only one who can carry the weight of the Adrestian Empire. The future of the Empire... of everything... depends on me. Hm... I shared more than I intended to. I suppose there's something in the air tonight. I've never told anyone about my past before. Please... forget I said anything. Sleep well, my teacher.

C Support
(Location: Training Grounds)
 * Hubert: Hello, Professor. You seem to be in good health.
 * Byleth: I am, yes. And yourself?
 * Hubert: Of course.
 * Byleth: Do you need something?
 * Hubert: Indeed I do.
 * Hubert: Hm. Doesn't seem intimidated.
 * Byleth: Something wrong?
 * Hubert: No, not at all. It's just that I find myself a little concerned for your well-being. You see, Lady Edelgard has taken something of an interest in you.
 * Byleth: It seems so.
 * Hubert: Don't be flippant.
 * Byleth: I think not.
 * Hubert: She has. And it's beneath you to be so glib.
 * Hubert: There is something you need to understand about the role I play here. One of my many duties is to determine potential advantages and potential threats to He Highness. If you prove yourself useful to Lady Edelgard, then all will be well. If you pose a threat...I shall have to dispose of you.
 * Byleth: Dispose of me?
 * Hubert: Yes. This is no joke. While I may be a student here, I am her servant first and foremost. Therefore, if an untimely demise is not to your liking, you would do well to demonstrate your utility with all haste. I should warn you that I am far less compromising than Lady Edelgard. Do not be at ease merely because you stand in her good graces for the time being.
 * Byleth: I'm not worried.
 * Hubert: Ha! Such confidence. I'm beginning to see why you caught her eye.
 * Byleth: I'm not sure about this.
 * Hubert: Don't be coy. If I were you, I would take this more seriously. Your life is at stake.
 * Hubert: My family, House Vestra, has been sworn to House Hresvelg for generations. Since the dawn of the Empire, we have worked to protect the emperor by any means necessary--both in the open and in the shadows. If you incur our wrath, you will see just what I mean.

B Support
(Byleth walking outside. Byleth stops suddenly.) (Byleth turns around) (Byleth looks down)
 * Byleth: ...
 * Hubert: It seems I am discovered. I suppose that means assassination is out of the question. At least for now.
 * Byleth: What do you think you're doing?
 * Hubert: Merely keeping an eye on you, for the moment. Nothing to be concerned over. Unusually watchful--difficult to steal upon in slumber. Perhaps an odorless, tasteless poison...
 * Byleth: Assassination?
 * Hubert: Unusually watchful--difficult to steal upon in slumber. Perhaps an odorless, tasteless poison...
 * Hubert: Lady Edelgard certainly took interest in a difficult one this time.
 * Byleth: Why are you following me?
 * Hubert: I suppose that question does warrant a response, considering it may mean your life. The answer requires me to explain some of the complex internal politics of the Empire. Are you familiar with Volkhard von Arundel? He is Lady Edelgard's uncle. You may also know him as Lord Arundel, the Empire's Regent. Many years ago, he took Her Majesty and fled to the Kingdom of Fareghus. Then, after a time, he returned to seize power. Joining forces with Prime Minister Aegir and my father, Lord Arundel rendered Emperor Ionius IX...politically impotent. Lady Edelgard is Ionius IX's daughter. I cannot begin to fathom the depth of her sadness at his betrayal. I see something of Lord Arundel in you... When I look at you, I feel I can almost see a second self lurking beneath the surface. It is as if you are in constant dialogue with something inside your heart--something with desires very different from your own. Does that description feel familiar to you at all?
 * Hubert: Because to me you seem unpredictable. As though you could turn traitor at any moment.
 * Byleth: No, not familiar at all. OR There might be something to that.
 * Hubert: The more I learn about you, the less I like.
 * Hubert: I had thought you might be of some use to Lady Edelgard. But now I am beginning to think you may, through no fault of your own, present too great a risk. I hope you will prove me wrong, Professor. I would hate for this to come to bloodshed.

A Support
(Location: Cathedral - Post Time Skip)
 * Hubert: Nice place, isn't it, Professor? Standing here, you can almost feel the goddess's absence. Discounting what dwells within you, of course. Do you think some punishment would rain down from the sky if this monastery were to be destroyed? Of course not. Even if the so-called Immaculate One came back here for revenge... That would only be the result of this war, not the work of a deity.
 * Byleth: Do you hate the goddess?
 * Hubert: If it is between love and hate, then I would choose the latter. The goddess failed to properly govern this world. That is why it is necessary for Lady Edelgard to become the supreme leader of Fodlan. Those with power must use it wisely. Is that not a teaching of the Church of Seiros? It's absurd to preach to others what you cannot practice yourself.
 * Byleth: Sometimes it's necessary.
 * Hubert: That is logical, but I am afraid your logic is informed by your humanity.
 * Byleth: You're absolutely right.
 * Hubert: Yes. It is our humanity that pushes us to step up and take the lead should the need arise.
 * Hubert: That is not the case for inhuman creatures with lifespans well beyond our own. We must fight to preserve what makes us human. You are the one closest to the enemy. I wonder if you will be able to maintain your humanity to the end.
 * Byleth: Of course I will.
 * Hubert: You make it sound easy. I find myself trusting you. Even with my life.
 * Byleth: If I'm unable to...
 * Hubert: Does that mean you know I will do what must be done? You must trust me a great deal.
 * Hubert: Heh. I've already dedicated my life to Lady Edelgard. To throw my lot in with you is inconceivable. But if I had two lives to give... I might devote one of them to you. We could be a couplet of birds, flying along the sovereign of Black Eagles...

C Support
(Location: Entrance Hall)(Dorothea stands in front of a knight) (knight exits and Byleth enters)
 * Dorothea: Well, I had fun today. Of course, you'll want to see me again, yes?
 * Knight: O-of course! I'd love to, Dorothea!
 * Dorothea: (giggles) Well, until we meet again!
 * Dorothea: Oh! Hello, Professor. Were you...watching that?
 * Byleth: That's a different guy than I saw you with yesterday.
 * Dorothea: Yes... Is there a problem with that?
 * Byleth: ...
 * Dorothea: You look like you have something to say, Professor.
 * Dorothea: Look, I know what I'm doing. My acclaim as a diva won't last forever, after all. I must look to the future. You might want think about doing the same thing. Your beauty--and you're gorgeous--won't last forever.
 * Byleth: We all feel anxiety about aging.
 * Dorothea: You? Really? I never would have guessed.
 * Byleth: Getting older doesn't bother me at all.
 * Dorothea: I wish I could be that easygoing.
 * Dorothea: Anyway, I'm not just playing games with these boys. This is for my future. You have no right to object. I very much want to find a good partner here at the academy. Someone who will take care of me for the rest of my life.
 * Bytleth: Do what you will.
 * Dorothea: I'm Glad you understand. Not everyone appreciates the necessity of taking the initiative while you're still in your prime. Or are you just saying that?
 * Byleth: Is that really what you want?
 * Dorothea: Finding someone to take care of me? Of course it is! Who could ask for anything more?
 * Dorothea: Anyway, I value your opinion, professor, but I won't have you interfering with my life plans. Unless you'd like to take care of me into my old age? That'd be something, eh? How about it, Professor?
 * Byleth: OK OR I don't think so.
 * Dorothea: I wasn't-- You aren't being serious, are you? I was just teasing. Or did you really just consider spending your whole life with me? The thought hasn't crossed my mid before, but come to think of it...that might sound pretty nice. You've gotten awfully quiet... You might even be blushing a bit. Have I embarrassed you? If so, I'm very, very sorry. I should be going anyway. I'll see you later... Professor.

B Support
(Location: Dining Hall)(Byleth walks up behind Dorothea) (Byleth and Dorothea leave and reappear in Dorothea's room)
 * Dorothea: (sighs) ...
 * Byleth: What's Wrong? OR Troubles with love?
 * Dorothea: Professor?! I-- Oh...don't worry. It's nothing.
 * Dorothea: ... Actually, could we talk for a bit? Somewhere a little more...private?
 * Dorothea: ...I'm just going to come right out and say it. I find you a little difficult to be around. I know, I know. I'm your student and you'e just trying to watch out for me. But the way you look at me sometimes...it's like you're seeing right through me.
 * Byleth: I'm sorry.
 * Dorothea: No, don't apologize. I know you don't mean anything bad by it. I'm just self-conscious, I guess.
 * Byleth: Seeing through you?
 * Dorothea: Don't worry. I know you don't mean anything bad by it. I'm just self-conscious, I guess.
 * Dorothea: The thing is, I don't have anything to call my own. No land, no birthright, no fortune. Little knowledge or battle skill. I think that's why I always clung to my popularity as a diva. Even after leaving the stage behind, I sort of kept up the act. When I look at you, it's like your eye are accusing me... Telling me that you see right through it. That's what I mean when I say it's difficult being around you. Hey, um this might be nuts, but maybe you could show me some kind of weakness of yours?
 * Byleth: Excuse me?
 * Dorothea: You know my biggest fear. If I know one of your, maybe I'll feel less, I don't know...vulnerable.
 * Byleth: I have no weaknesses.
 * Dorothea: Oh, come on, Professor. Everyone has some kind of weakness. You know one of mine. If I know one of your, maybe I'll feel less, I don't know...vulnerable.
 * Byleth: Well, if it would really help...
 * Dorothea: Excellent. Well then, don't mind me. I bet I know your weakness It's not mental, is it? It's physical! You're ticklish! Here, I'll prove it. That's right. The next time you gaze into my soul, I'll know just how I'll retaliate! (hearts appear around Dorothea) Um... Professor? What's wrong with you? Why aren't you reacting to anything I'm doing? Come on! I thought that was funny. I swear, it's like your heart isn't even beating.
 * Byleth: Sorry.
 * Dorothea: That's alright. I didn't really think a little tease like that would be enough to get you, anyway. Though I was giving it my all. You're pretty tough to resist that.
 * Byleth: Actually, my heart isn't beating.
 * Dorothea: Ha, don't be so silly... Huh? It really isn't beating?! Is what I'd say if I were more gullible. You're just fooling around, Professor. I'm not sure how you did it, but that was a good one.

A Support
(Location: Greenhouse)
 * Dorothea: This may seem a bit sudden, but...I want to thank you, Professor. That is, for letting me live my life the way I want. I've noticed you've been giving me fewer of those soul-revealing gazes lately. I appreciate you making an effort to not trouble yourself over who I spend my time with.
 * Byleth: So, you found me out...
 * Dorothea: Well, of course. Did you think I wouldn't notice? It's kind of sweet, in its own way.
 * Byleth: I don't know what you mean.
 * Dorothea: If you say so...But I notice you doing it all the same. It's kind of sweet, in its own way.
 * Dorothea: Professor, may I tell you a story about when I was younger? I was an orphan, living in the back alleys of Enbarr, until one day I was overheard singing... That was when my new life began. I was suddenly a songstress in the Mittlefrank Opera Company. Performers, nobility...I met so may people. But none of them ever really knew me. I was just some young pretty girl who could sing, a spectacle to be admired. Even though everyone praised my looks and my voice, and they showered me with gifts... I knew, one day, I'd be old. My looks would fade, my voice would change, I wouldn't sound the same. And I started to wonder, when I did get old, what would I have left? I'd be old, alone...and back on the streets of the capital, right where I'd started.
 * Byleth: I don't believe that's true.
 * Dorothea: You can never be certain about what the future will bring.
 * Byleth: I won't let you be alone.
 * Dorothea: That's sweet of you, even if you are just flirting.
 * Dorothea: I never had much to begin with in life, and I worry that one day, I'll be that way again... That's why I keep searching for someone who will love me. Someone unaware of the songstress, who can love a girl that used to be scared and alone on the streets of the capital... I wonder if such a strange person can even exist.

S Support
(Location: Goddess Tower) (Image: Byleth's Mother's Ring) (Byleth Nods) (Byleth Nods) (Byleth Nods) (Byleth Shakes Head) (S Support Artwork)
 * Dorothea: Oh, is this where you've been? Everyone's looking for you. With the war over, I'd like to think they'd at least give you a few days' rest. Don't worry, I won't tell them you're here. It's a rare occasion to have you all to myself.
 * Byleth: Not looking for a guy to share the victory with?
 * Dorothea: No, I've giving up on that. Besides, maybe the person I've been looking for is closer than I realized.
 * Byleth: Did you ever find your "strange person"?
 * Dorothea: See...there is one person I must confess I'm just a little bit interested in.
 * Byleth: In that case...
 * Dorothea: What? Is that-- That's a ring. It would be very embarrassing if I had the wrong idea, so I have to ask... Are you proposing? Here? Now? T-to me?
 * Dorothea: I don't know what to say. Are you sure? You want to spend your life with...me?
 * Dorothea: Even though I'm not a songstress anymore? And I don't come from a noble family or have any wealth or land to my name?
 * Dorothea: You won the war. You could pick anyone in the world. Why would you...
 * Dorothea: OK. I mean, yes. Yes! I love you madly, and I'd be happy to marry you! But if we're going to be married, I had better think up a cute nickname for you. Don't you think? Oh, I wonder what I should call you now... Darling? My beloved? So many options! I starred in so many operas where I captured the heart of my beloved... But I never dreamed it would be this wonderful when it actually happened.
 * Dorothea: A life singing for you in a peaceful world... I imagine that life will be more wonderful than I ever could have hoped. I love you. I could never sing anything as pure as those three little words.

C Support
(Cut to forest setting) (Image of two Demonic Beasts) (Blackout and sound of swords) (Sword swipes and growls of Demonic Beasts)
 * Ferdinand: Hello, Professor. May I speak with you? I was just wondering, what do you think of Edelgard? You seem to hold her in high esteem.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: She's a good student.
 * Choice 2: She's got a lot to learn.
 * Ferdinand: 
 * Choice 1 response: Hm. She is certainly talented. No doubt about that. But I wonder... What is your opinion of me? I am quite talented too, am I not?
 * Choice 2 response: Well now! That's not what I expected you to say. You clearly have high standards. And what is your opinion of me? I am at least her equal, am I not?
 * Ferdinand: Be honest. Do not hold back. Pretend that I am just a regular person, not the scion of a noble house.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: I think you two are evenly matched.
 * Choice 2: I don't want to hurt your feelings, but...
 * Ferdinand:
 * Choice 1 response: Evenly matched?! Me? With her?
 * Choice 2 response: You think she is better than me?!
 * Ferdinand: I was just being modest before. Honestly, I have always prided myself on being superior to Edelgard. But evidently that is not your perspective. Hmm... I suppose there is only one thing to do. I must demonstrate my excellence!
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: That's not necessary.
 * Choice 2: I can't stop you.
 * Ferdinand:
 * Choice 1 response: Nonsense! You have entirely underestimated my abilities!
 * Choice 2 response: Precisely! You cannot stop me! I will prove that you have drastically underestimated me.
 * Ferdinand: You think I could ignore such a slight upon my honor? Not likely. Come, Professor!
 * Byleth: ...
 * Ferdinand: We will begin with battle. Edelgard's skills in combat are no match for mine. I heard that, just the other day, she defeated a Demonic Beast without assistance. Well, anything Edelgard can do, I can do better– and in half the time! Professor, you can be my eyewitness and timekeeper. Here we go!
 * Ferdinand: Two at once? That's... Well, it will be fine.
 * Ferdinand: Argh! I can't do it!
 * Ferdinand: It seems you have saved my life. I... Thank you, Professor.

B Support

 * Ferdinand: Hah! Haagh! Take that! Yaa! Aaargh!
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: You're fighting more intensely than usual.
 * Choice 2: What's up?
 * Ferdinand:
 * Choice 1 response: Yes. I am in a hurry.
 * Choice 2 response: Oh, you know. There is always something. It never ends. Lately, I have been feeling uneasy. Impatient.
 * Ferdinand: Edelgard claims victory after victory. She never stops. Five years ago, she ascended the throne and swept away the corrupt nobles. My father included. I always thought I would be the one to unseat him. But she did it instead—with all the ease and indifference of someone cracking an egg.
 * Ferdinand:
 * (Black Eagles route) Now, as the head of House Aegir, I serve Edelgard. I have to accept that I am her subordinate, working beneath her to unify Fódlan.
 * (other routes) She put my father under house arrest. She stripped House Aegir of its power. Rather than accepting a role as her puppet, I left. Now I fight to topple the Empire.
 * Ferdinand: The disparity between Edelgard and myself is...obvious. She never stops moving forward. Single-minded. Never wavering. But where does that leave me? Here, flailing about, going nowhere, contributing nothing...
 * Byleth: That's not true.
 * Ferdinand: But it is! That is the reality. Not once since our days at the academy, have I exceeded Edelgard's abilities. I saw her as a worthy opponent. She did not even see me as a contender. She did not even consider me at all. As the head of the noble House Aegir, I must be able to achieve results. But all my efforts have come to nothing. Results are everything. I have not shown results, so I will be stagnating here forever.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: But you have achieved results!
 * Choice 2: It's the journey, not the destination.
 * Ferdinand:
 * Choice 1 response: I appreciate your kind words, but you are wrong.
 * Choice 2 response: I appreciate that, but it is not enough to persuade me.


 * Ferdinand: I know that I have a massive wall to climb, and I must climb it alone. Even so...may I ask a favor?


 * Byleth: Yes?
 * Ferdinand: Professor, please keep an eye on my progress. I would appreciate if you were always by my side, bearing witness to my accomplishments.

A Support

 * Ferdinand: Hmmm. What an interesting way of looking at life. Ah, it is you! Just at the right time.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: You're working late.
 * Choice 2: The right time?
 * Ferdinand:
 * Choice 1 response: Oh, is it nighttime already? I must have gotten carried away.
 * Ferdinand: There is something I wanted to discuss. Something about you... I am starting to believe that you are a true hero. You hold the lost Crest, you wield the Sword of the Creator, and you lead everyone in battle against great enemies. Not only that, but you are a strategist. You give everyone direction, so they know what needs to be done. You do not seem particularly ambitious. And yet, you accomplish so much.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: That's high praise.
 * Choice 2: That's true. I'm not ambitious.
 * Ferdinand:
 * Choice 1 response: I am not exaggerating. Everything I said is true.
 * Choice 2 response:
 * Ferdinand: I have been reading about the history of Faerghus, you know. The Kingdom's founder, Loog, the "King of Lions," had two advisors. One of them was Pan, the "undesiring strategist." According to historical records, Pan wanted nothing for himself. He devoted himself entirely to Loog. He had tremendous power, but he never seemed concerned about his legacy. So, in the old chronicles, there is hardly any mention of Pan's deeds. All that we know is that he helped Loog, his friend and leader.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: To think, someone could be so virtuous.
 * Choice 2: I've never heard of Pan.
 * Ferdinand: It is not surprising that you have never heard of him. I did not even know his name until recently. But when I watch how you conduct yourself, I feel that I am seeing the unknown deeds of Pan. It is only a thought, of course, but it makes me feel rather happy. Even if it is not in the pages of a history book, a life can be full of achievement! I know that I will never prevail over Edelgard. Even if I defeat her on the battlefield... I am what I am. Like you and this "undesiring strategist." I will do what I'm called to do, even if no mark of me remains in the history books.
 * Byleth:

S Support

 * Ferdinand: It has been a long, hard road. Would you agree?
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: No, not really.
 * Choice 2: It certainly has.
 * Ferdinand:
 * Choice 1 response: Haha! You cannot humor me even a little? Perhaps we can agree that every long road comes to an end.
 * Choice 2 response:
 * Ferdinand: That is when friends who have walked together must go their separate ways. You will guide Fódlan. I will return to my position as Duke Aegir. Life will go on. It must.
 * Byleth: So it seems.
 * Ferdinand: I once asked something of you. I asked you to bear witness to my achievements. But even if I achieve nothing and there is nothing left of me after I am gone... I still want you to see me.
 * Byleth: What do you mean?
 * Ferdinand: I mean that I want you to be my wife! I need you as much as I need my next breath. More, perhaps. I hope that you need me too.
 * Byleth: I understand.
 * Ferdinand: That is it? You hear noble Ferdinand von Aegir declare his love for you, and all you say is "I understand"? This is torture! Please, if you are going to refuse my proposal, simply tell me.
 * Byleth: Need isn't a strong enough word.
 * Ferdinand: I am not sure I understand...
 * Byleth: I love you, Ferdinand.
 * Ferdinand: Really?! Ah, my head is ringing with pure joy! Like a thousand bells! It is even greater than the joy of victory in battle. It is victory in life itself!
 * Byleth: ...
 * Ferdinand: Ahem. Apologies. I got a little carried away there. I am shaking... I cannot control it. It would be no exaggeration to say that my whole life, everything I have done, has led me to this moment. I am overjoyed! Oh dear, I might faint...
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: I'm happy too.
 * Choice 2: You look pretty unsteady.
 * Ferdinand: Give me a minute or two to regain my balance before you say anything too fantastic... Imagine, making our way through life, side by side. The whole world has taken on a rosy hue. Ah, it is no use. I cannot stay upright. Please, let me lean on your shoulder. That is better. We are as close as can be. From now on, we will lean on each other. Thank you, my love.

C Support
(Bernadetta is speaking with a woman) (The woman leaves)
 * Woman: Thank you, Lady Bernadetta. I will take my leave.
 * Bernadetta: Oh, good. Bye! Uh, good-bye!
 * Bernadetta: Finally...Oh, that was awful. Just terrifying.


 * (Byleth arrives)
 * Byleth: What's going on?
 * Bernadetta: Ah! Please don't sneak up on me like that! It was nothing big. That lady just wanted me to show her around a bit. But strangers are just so nerve-racking.
 * Byleth: What's terrifying?
 * Bernadetta: Ah! Please don't sneak up on me like that! That lady asked me to show her around! I tried to be polite but strangers are just so nerve-racking.


 * Byleth: You've never seemed scared of me.
 * Bernadetta: Oh yeah? How about when I first met you and I wouldn't come out of the corner or even uncover my face? Actually, now that you mention it, it's funny. Once I started talking to you, I stopped feeling scared. I wonder why... You know, Professor, you might be the first person I've been able to speak to normally since I got here and I have no idea why.
 * Byleth: I'm glad, regardless.
 * Bernadetta: I'm happy about it too! When we first started out here, we had to do drills...outside. I skipped those every chance I got. It's a terrible idea-- going out in the forest with all these people you don't even know! Thanks to you, though, I can actually make it through class now. I'm grateful for that. I don't know what I'd do...if you weren't here...
 * Byleth: It's all right.
 * Bernadetta: Sorry... I'm OK... I am OK. I'm doing just fine. I feel safe here, thanks to you.
 * Byleth: By the way, was that you singing in the greenhouse?
 * Bernadetta: What? Y-you saw that? Why would you see that?! You were watching me?! That crosses the line, Professor! Singing? Me?! Why would I be singing? I'd never be singing! Ah! I've never been so humiliated! (Bernadetta runs away) Useless! Worthless! Unmarriageable! Augh!
 * Byleth: ...

B Support

 * Bernadetta: Great weather today. Perfect for shutting yourself inside, don't you think?
 * Byleth: I think I'll head outside, actually.
 * Bernadetta: Oh, you go right ahead. I'll be right here. The better the weather, the less crowded it is in here. I can't pass up having all this space to myself.
 * Byleth: Definitely.
 * Bernadetta: I'm glad you get it. With great weather like this, there'll be no one inside to bother us.
 * Bernadetta: I love feeling like I'm all alone in the world...
 * Byleth: What made you such a recluse?
 * Bernadetta: Oh, that. Well, I guess I can tell you, Professor. My father's obsessed with money. He's only ever seen me as bait for a rich husband. To train me to be a good, submissive wife, he'd do things like tie me to a chair and leave me there all day, challenging me to stay quiet. I tried hard to do as he asked. Honestly, I did. But before I knew it, I just couldn't bring myself to leave my room anymore.
 * Byleth: Why not?
 * Bernadetta: I just had this overwhelming feeling of fear all the time. No matter how hard I tried, my father never thought I was good enough. After that, it was just constant scolding. He couldn't say two words to me without mentioning how useless I was. An unmarriageable girl. My life was isolated to say the least. I wasn't allowed to play with other kids, let alone make friends. Soon, I stopped wanting that. I was happiest alone. But even that made him mad. And when he tried to drag me outside, I kicked and screamed so much I seriously hurt myself. He's calmed down a bit in recent years. His constant torment was replaced with complete indifference. He mostly acts like I don't exist now.
 * Byleth: How did you end up at the monastery?
 * Bernadetta: If you can believe it, I was basically kidnapped. My mother ordered an attendant to stuff me in a bag while I was sleeping. By the time I figured out what was going on, I was already here. For a while, I was sure I was going to die. But here I am. Look at me...still breathing. Ah, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to get you down, talking like that about my past! Just forget everything I told you. There's no point in talking about myself anyway. (To herself)Idiot! Oh this is why everyone hates you, Bernie!
 * Byleth: Don't worry about it.
 * Bernadetta: You're the only one who would ever say such a kind thing to me, Professor...
 * Byleth: Thank you for confiding in me.
 * Bernadetta: What? N-no, it's not... Oh, Professor! How can you be so kind to me?! I don't deserve it...
 * Bernadetta: I'm sorry! Please don't look at me!

A Support

 * Bernadetta: I can't believe how long it's been since I left home. Since I was dragged out of the house, I mean. Five whole years. It's weird to think about.
 * Byleth: Weird in what way?
 * Bernadetta: At first, I remember I was desperate to go back, but now, it's the opposite.
 * Byleth: Do you want to go back?
 * Bernadetta: No! But if you'd asked me that five years ago, I'd have said the opposite.
 * Bernadetta: I have friends here, and I have you. The monastery's become a second home to me. Back then, I never would've dreamed a day like this would come.
 * Byleth: I'm happy for you.
 * Bernadetta: It's all thanks to you! You've given me a second chance at life! If not for you, I never would have gotten used to leaving my room, let alone the monastery. Maybe the battlefield's just dulled my senses. I'm much better with strangers and new places now though. I don't panic nearly as much as before.
 * Byleth: Could you go somewhere new by yourself?
 * Bernadetta: A new place? All on my own?
 * Byleth: I have some independent work for you, then.
 * Bernadetta: What? Independent? As in, alone?
 * Bernadetta: That sounds like a tough assignment. Where did this come from all of a sudden? Hey, hold on... You're teasing me, aren't you?! Please don't joke around like that anymore! It's torture for me!
 * Byleth: All right, all right.
 * Bernadetta: You're still not taking me seriously! I mean it.
 * Byleth: I can't commit to that...
 * Bernadetta: Come on, Professor! I'm begging you!
 * Bernadetta: Promise me you won't do that again! Friends respect each other's feelings, don't they?
 * Byleth: OK. I promise.
 * Bernadetta: Good... I'll hold you to that. You're absolutely not allowed to send me out anywhere on my own! Got it? You would need to come with me. If you're with me, I can go anywhere in the world.
 * Byleth: I'll follow you at a distance.
 * Byleth: I'll be with you in spirit
 * Byleth: We can ask another professor.
 * Bernadetta: No, that defeats the purpose! Why can't you get what I'm saying?! Oh, that's enough. I need some time alone...

C Support

 * Byleth: ...

(screen fades to show the suspicious man then fades back to Byleth and Caspar) (Caspar runs and screen fades to black) (Caspar and Byleth in front of a knight)
 * Caspar: (walks up behind Byleth) Hey, Professor! What's going on?
 * Byleth: Quiet.
 * Caspar: Uh, OK. Why are we being so quiet though? Ah! Look at that guy! he looks pretty suspicious.
 * Byleth: There's a suspicious man...
 * Caspar: A suspicious man? Where? Oh! Is that him?
 * Caspar: What do you think he's up to? Never mind that, let's get him!
 * Byleth: Let's keep watching for now.
 * Caspar: Keep watch? So boring.
 * Byleth: Suspicion isn't enough to go on.
 * Caspar: Why not? We can figure out what he's up to after we capture him.
 * Caspar: My instincts tell me that he's up to no good, and my instincts are never wrong. C'mon, let's get him before he has a chance to strike!
 * Byleth: You need to calm down...
 * Caspar: There's no time to calm down! I'm just gonna-- Oh no! the Path he's walking down leads to the plaza where the kids play...
 * Byleth: That path he's walking leads to...
 * Caspar: Huh? Ahh! It leads to the plaza where the kids play!
 * Caspar: There's no way I'm letting this guy get anywhere near those kids!
 * Caspar: Urgh...
 * Knight of Seiros: Caspar. Why did you disobey your professor?
 * Caspar: Ah. Well, I--
 * Knight of Seiros: I am not seeking excuses from you. i asked you because I want you to consider your actions and apologize for them. It just so happens that you were correct in your assumption that this man was a villain. If that were not so, he would have not chosen to take is own life upon seeing you advancing towards him.
 * Caspar: great! So I was--
 * Knight of Seiros: But because of your actions, that is all we know. There is no way for us to know who he was, what he was planning to do, or if he has allies lurking about. The only lead we have is a scorpion tattoo on his arm. If this indicates that he was a member of an underground organization, we have no way of dealing with it! Are you prepared to be held responsible if his group commits a serious crime?
 * Byleth: It was my fault for failing to stop him. OR As his professor, I will take responsibility.
 * Knight of Seiros: Oh, I couldn't possibly--
 * Caspar: What are you talking about, Professor? We didn't do anything wrong! Those kids might have been in danger if we didn't act. I couldn't just stand by and let that happen! (runs off screen)
 * Byleth: ...

B Support
(Imperial General runs in) (Imperial General Exits)
 * Caspar: Hey, Professor. Something's been bothering me... Remember that suspicious guy I chased after back when I was a student? A knight scolded me for it, but at the time, I really thought I was doing the right thing. Now that I've had more experience on the battlefield though...
 * Imperial General: I've been looking for you. There isn't much time, so I'll keep this brief. The knights encountered a band of brigands while out marching. It was hard fought, but we prevailed. Our soldiers are highly trained, but the enemy was formidable and we weren't expecting combat... There were a number of casualties among our troops.
 * Byleth: I pray for their souls.
 * Imperial General: Much appreciated, but there's a reason I need to bring this to your attention...
 * Byleth: Why report this to me?
 * Imperial General: There is something I wanted to bring to your attention...
 * Imperial General: The brigands all bore identical tattoos of a scorpion on their arms. Please keep an eye out for that mark in the future.
 * Caspar: Oh no...
 * Byleth: Thank you.
 * Imperial General: Don't mention it. If you'll excuse me, I need to get back to my duties.
 * Caspar: Heh. Heck of a coincidence, right? Soon as I mention that suspicious guy, this happens...
 * Byleth: ... OR It's good to hear they've finally been dealt with.
 * Caspar: But some of the knights died in combat.
 * Caspar: They died because of what I did five years ago. This is my fault... If I'd stayed quiet and tracked the guy down like you said, we would've stopped those brigands sooner. And I wouldn't have blood on my hands.
 * Byleth: Not necesarily.
 * Caspar: It's no use trying to comfort me. You know I'm right. Just say it. Those poor knights... It's all my fault...
 * Byleth: But he might have harmed the children.
 * Caspar: But he probably wouldn't have! Now those knights... They're never coming back... We both know it... This is all my fault...

A Support

 * Caspar: Do you have a minute, Professor? I gotta talk to you. I've been thinking a lot about those brigands with the scorpio tattoos, and I realized something. I mean, I'll feel better if I get this off my chest, right?
 * Byleth: Let's hear it.
 * [no additional text]
 * Byleth: You don't have to tell me.
 * Caspar: No, I really want you to hear this. I've never thought about something so hard in my life!
 * Caspar: OK. Listen. I think... I can't deny who I am. I know you were right five years ago when you told me not to chase after that suspicious guy... But I still can't get over the possibility that he might have hurt those kids. I would have regretted not stopping him for the rest of my life. There's no way I could forgive myself. It sounds awful to say, but the safety of those kids is more important to me than the knights we lost. I'm sorry, Professor, but I can't promise that I won't disobey your orders in the future.
 * Byleth: That's OK.
 * Byleth: It's my job to take that into account.
 * Caspar: I know. It's too big a risk to keep me around...I won't cause a fuss. I'll just pack my bags and... Wait. What?
 * Byleth: I think you misunderstood.
 * Caspar: I-I guess so! You're really OK with me sticking around? Even if I might not always follow orders? People could get hurt if you let me keep doing things my way.
 * Byleth: We'll make it work.
 * Caspar: Just like that? I almost can't believe it... I really struggled to come to this decision, you know! I want to stand by your side, but I won't stop standing up for what I believe in. I know I might cause trouble for everyone, but... I just... You know, I... Oh, I give up. I've got nothing else to say. i should've just kept my mouth shut.
 * Byleth: It's OK. I'm counting on you.
 * Caspar: Yeah, I know. Thanks, Professor. Thanks for accepting me for who I am... I'm glad I get to keep fighting by your side.

C Support
(image of an open book)
 * Petra: Professor. I am not understanding where the meaning is here... When and how is this expression used,,, "I fell for it."
 * Byleth: I fell in love?
 * Petra: No, that is what you say when you meet the mate of your soul.
 * Byleth: I fell ill?
 * Petra: No, that is what you say when your body is feeling unwell.


 * Petra: The expression is, "I fell for it!"
 * Byleth: I don't understand...
 * Petra: Are you a stump? I mean...are you stumped? That makes me surprised!
 * Byleth: Allow me to explain...
 * Petra: Thank you, Professor! I finally have understanding.
 * Petra: Can I ask you about another word? The one that is written here... Hm? Is something on my face?
 * Byleth: You're so enthusiastic.
 * Petra: I am without much time to study. I must use my time with wisdom.
 * Byleth: I admire you.
 * Byleth: Your cheeks are on your face
 * Petra: Yes, I know about that! (Positive relationship gain)
 * Petra: That is a joke of Fodlan! Right?
 * Petra: Is that really what you are thinking? or maybe you have curiosity about the mark on my face...
 * Byleth: The mark?...
 * Petra: You are already knowing that I am from Brigid. This is a mark from Brigid. It is a prayer to the forest spirits. A prayer to be protected. Hunters ask the forest spirits to have safe and bountiful hunting. There are many spirits in Brigid. I have more marks on my arms and back. They are prayers for my family's health and triumph. Are you wanting to see them?
 * Byleth: I would love to. (Positive relationship gain)
 * Petra: That gives me happiness. I will be showing them to you soon.
 * Byleth: No, but thank you.
 * Petra: Oh, I have understanding.


 * Petra: I have much gratitude for you, Professor. You always listen with patience. I can read and understand the language of Fodlan, but to speak it...gives me difficulty. I hope I will keep having your support. And I will give you my support too, with my whole heart. I have things that I cannot fail to accomplish.
 * Byleth: Let's do our best.
 * Petra: Yes. We will keep walking forward.
 * Byleth: Don't overdo it.
 * Petra: Overdo... Yes. I will not overdo.

B Support
(black screen)
 * Petra: Hiya! (Byleth Enters) Hm? Professor?
 * Byleth: It's very late... OR What are you doing?
 * Petra: Please take my apologies. I lost time while I was training. There are not many chances for real fighting here. My body is more weak than it was. Weaker, I mean. I will keep training now. I hope your night is good!


 * Byleth: You should get some rest. OR You're overdoing it.


 * Petra: I need to have more training. There are things that I have not done yet. Things that have to be done. For the future, I have to try with hardness. Training, studying, socializing... I will not always be having time to do these things. And speaking the language of Fodlan... I worry I will never be doing it just right.
 * Byleth: Why do you try so hard?
 * Petra: Why? Because...the position of Brigid is weak. Fodlan and Dagda are big. Brigid is a small island in the middle of them. Brigid has gread beauty...but little power. We will not have...will not survive, unless we get more strength. I will lead Brigid, and so I have responsibility. I have to have more strength than anyone.
 * Byleth: It doesn't have to be that way.
 * Petra: Having more strength than anyone might be un..impossible. But i have to give it my best try.
 * Byleth: Perhaps you're right.
 * Petra: Yes. That is why I have to give it my best try.


 * Petra: I am an ally of everyone, and I have belonging at the Officers Academy. That is also why I try with hardness. You can always e counting on me. I mean...counting on me. But you should know that one of these days will be when I return to Brigid. Before that day, do not try stopping me from trying. And please, keep watch...watching over me. With you, I can try with more hardness than I could alone.

C Support

 * Linhardt: Well, hello, Professor. You came all the way to my room to— Oh. You've brought the materials from your lecture I slept through. I appreciate it. Thank you.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: I won't do this again.
 * Choice 2: Don't miss the lectures.
 * Linhardt:
 * Choice 1: It's rare for a nice professor like you to be so strict. Please, Professor. You must understand how difficult it is for me to fight the demon of drowsiness.
 * Choice 2: It's not that I want to miss lectures...exactly. Drowsiness is my archnemesis. For some reason I just can't seem to win against it.


 * Linhardt: Just talking about it makes me sleepy...


 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: Let's wake you up with a bit of training, then.
 * Choice 2: A trip to town might help your mood.
 * Choice 3: You're not motivated enough.
 * Linhardt:
 * Choice 1: Oh no, I couldn't possibly. I would certainly injure myself if I tried to train while drowsy.
 * Choice 2: That sounds more than a little exhausting. I think I'll stay in.
 * Choice 3: It's not that I don't have enough motivation. The problem is that I don't have any at all. Not for useless things.


 * Linhardt: I must compliment you though. By this point in most conversations, I'm bored senseless. But I'm enjoying this. I wonder why... What is it about you that fascinates me so? You're definitely a strange one.


 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: I'm not strange.
 * Choice 2: Maybe so.
 * Linhardt: In truth, your very nature is odd. You're definitely not a commoner, but you don't seem like a noble, either. You're...something else. Or you could be a villain who came here to enact some evil plot. That wouldn't surprise me either.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: I'm not a villain.
 * Choice 2: Is that what you think?
 * Linhardt: Hey, Professor... Will you ever allow me to investigate that Crest of yours? It won't hurt a bit, I swear. I'm sure I could find out all sorts of things about your Crest...and you. Of course, I'm not as experienced with such research as Professor Hanneman, but I do what I can. Someday, I think I might like to become a Crest scholar. You never know.
 * Byleth: Hm...
 * Linhardt: Oh, don't trouble yourself. I didn't mean now. I've got a lot of other research I'm working on at the moment. I tend to start a project, get bored, and then leave it be. I might be ready to investigate your Crest soon. I'd have to tidy up a bit first. On that note... Goodnight, Professor.

B Support

 * Linhardt: ...
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: What are you doing?
 * Choice 2: Are you thinking about the battle?
 * Linhardt: It's just... I was wondering why it seems as if no one values their own lives. Why do we fight until we die? Why do we kill without hesitation? I hate it. I don't like taking lives or even the sight of blood. In the last battle, some of the soldiers under my command died for foolish reasons. Those soldiers could have pulled back... Instead, they kept fighting...and were overrun. Am I supposed to be satisfied with the victory alone? Even at the cost of such life?
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: No, I couldn't be satisfied with that.
 * Choice 2: Yes, I could be satisfied with that.
 * Linhardt:
 * Choice 1: Exactly. I don't see the point. Honor? That's a foolish reason to give your life. Glory? Even worse.
 * Choice 2: Really? I— Trading someone's life for a bit of honor and glory... You'll pardon me if I say I find that repulsive.


 * Linhardt: Just the thought frightens me. I'm not suited for battle, Professor.


 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: That's not something you can control.
 * Choice 2: There are some fights you can't run from.
 * Linhardt:
 * Choice 1: I'm happy you feel that way, but... It seems like so much in our world is decided by who wins or loses a fight. Very little is accomplished via diplomacy or even simple decency.
 * Choice 2: I suppose that's the nature of the world, isn't it?


 * Linhardt: Professor, you take the time to lead me and teach me like this every day... Could the reason be that you don't want me to die on the battlefield?


 * Byleth: As long as I'm here, I won't let you die.
 * Linhardt: That's a bold statement, Professor. But for whatever reason, I want to believe you... You really are a strange person, you know. Professor, I wish to ask something of you. I...I don't want to kill. I don't want blood on my hands. I just want to lie on my back and soak up the sun filtering down through the trees... And I want you to help me make that reality.

A Support

 * Linhardt: Hmm... Ah, yes...
 * Linhardt: Professor. What brings you out so late?
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: I heard a strange voice.
 * Choice 2: I could ask you the same.
 * Linhardt:
 * Choice 1: Oh, um... That was likely my voice.
 * Choice 2: [no additional text]
 * Linhardt: I've been worrying about something...
 * Linhardt: I once asked you tot help me make this the sort of world where I can simply nap my days away.
 * Linhardt: Then I thought, if the world becomes a peaceful place, all my Crest research might be for naught...
 * Byleth: Why's that?
 * Linhardt: Well, I don't see how Crests have much use in times of peace.
 * Linhardt: Certainly there are Crests that make you stronger and could be used in engineering.
 * Linhardt: And I suppose Crests that increase magical abilities might help doctors heal injuries...
 * Linhardt: Still, the possibilities seem limited.
 * Linhardt: It's as if Crests were designed to be used only in times of war.
 * Linhardt: Their power meant to bring about death and destruction.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: Maybe you're right.
 * Choice 2: I don't really understand.
 * Linhardt: I cannot prove what I say is true, but suppose for a moment that it is...
 * Linhardt: The longer this war goes on, the more useful my Crest research becomes.
 * Linhardt: But if the war were to end today, we would go on living, perhaps not using the power of our Crests at all.
 * Linhardt: It is truly my dream to be a Crest scholar, but I also dream of all the wonderful naps peace would bring.
 * Linhardt: Saying it all out loud, it feels a rather stupid thing to worry over. Knowledge or peace? Sleep or war?
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: It's not stupid.
 * Choice 2: You shouldn't worry about it if it's stupid.
 * Linhardt:
 * Choice 1: Thank you, Professor. I appreciate the sentiment.
 * Choice 2: You know, you're right. In the end, maybe it's not that stupid after all. It certainly isn't to me...
 * Linhardt: Although, if I stop researching Crests, I'll have one less excuse to spend time with you.
 * Linhardt: Professor. Don't make faces like that.
 * Linhardt: People like you who listen to my blathering and then nod and smile as though I say matters?
 * Linhardt: People like you are very precious to me.

S Support

 * Linhardt: Professor, I've been waiting for you.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: How did you know I was coming here?
 * Choice 2: You've livelier than normal.
 * Linhardt:
 * Choice 1: How much time do you suppose we have spent together? Enough that I believe I can predict how you'll feel about something.
 * Choice 2: Oh, is it noticeable?
 * Linhardt: The truth is... I want to ask you a once-in-a-lifetime question.
 * Byleth: Once in a lifetime?
 * Linhardt: Um... Yes.
 * Linhardt: I know that the end of the war hasn't granted you limitless free time.
 * Linhardt: But you must have more time on your hands than you did during the war, yes?
 * Linhardt: Would you spend that time with me?
 * Linhardt: I want to know more about you. I want to solve the mysteries that surround you.
 * Linhardt: I don't think I'll ever meet anyone more intoxicating than yourself.
 * Linhardt: I want you to be mine and I want to be yours.
 * Linhardt: Here is proof of my desire. Will you accept it?
 * Byleth: Of course. I love you, Lindhardt.
 * Linhardt: Oh, thank goodness! I don't know what I would have done with myself had you turned me down.
 * Linhardt: Though, I feel like I've come to understand rather a lot about you.
 * Linhardt: So I didn't honestly think you'd reject me.
 * Byleth:
 * Option 1: Wow, you're very confident.
 * Option 2: Hmm...
 * Linhardt:
 * Option 1: Oh, just wait. I will understand you even more.
 * Option 2: You doubt me? But I was proven correct the very moment you took the ring.
 * Linhardt: Our future together has only just begun.
 * Linhardt: Before I become bored of this business, I wish to learn all there is about your Crest and your strength.
 * Linhardt: And perhaps we'll even come up with ways I could help you guide Fódlan.
 * Linhardt: I as a Crest scholar and you as a leader of Fódlan...
 * Linhardt: We will take our first steps together into this new world, the two of us working as one.
 * Linhardt: Once things settle down, we can retire to the countryside.
 * Linhardt: A place where the air is fresh, the lakes are full of fish, the sun is warm, and where we may nap deeply.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: I should've known this was about naps.
 * Choice 2: I'm not into napping...
 * Linhardt: Without naps, life is nothing but work!
 * Linhardt: I value you too much to let you spend your whole life laboring for others. You're the hero of Fódlan after all.
 * Linhardt: Besides, naps are the entire point of retirement!
 * Linhardt: It may be some time until we can nap under a tree, peaceful sunlight filtering through the branches...
 * Linhardt: But when that day comes? To have you there lying by my side...
 * Linhardt: Paradise. And we will have made it so.

C Support

 * Dimitri: Perfect timing, Professor. If you don't mind, I have a favor I'd like to ask of you.
 * Byleth: What's the favor?
 * Dimitri: It's in regard to sword training. Not for myself, but... Well... To be honest, I've been teaching swordsmanship to the orphans at the monastery for a while now.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: How unexpected.
 * Choice 2: How did that come to be?
 * Dimitri:
 * Choice 1: I must agree. Frankly, I'm not great with children.
 * Choice 2: Some of them saw me sparring with the knights one day.
 * Dimitri: They started pestering me to teach them. They were so earnest... I couldn't help but oblige. There's much I wish to show them, but due to my own studies and training, I'm afraid my time is rather limited. Which brings me to my favor. Your swordsmanship is unmatched. I hate to ask this of you, but... Would you consider lending me a hand?
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: You can count on me.
 * Choice 2: You leave me choice.
 * Dimitri:
 * Choice 1 & 2: Thank you, truly. I am in your debt. And I always repay my debts, I'll have you know.
 * Dimitri: All of these children lost their families and homes to war or illness. This may sound a bit arrogant, but...I feel it's my responsiblity to help them. I lost my parents without warning too. In that way, we're the same. In Duscur, I lost my father, stepmother, and closest friends. I didn't have many allies at the castle after that. In truth, I had only Dedue for companionship.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: Have you no other family?
 * Choice 2: Is there no one else you can trust?
 * Dimitri:
 * Choice 1: I'm afraid not. My birth mother fell ill and died shortly after I was born. And my uncle...suffice to say we don't get along.
 * Choice 2: I once had people I could confide in. Family, friends, instructors, even the royal soldiers. But they were all taken away from me four years ago.
 * Dimitri: Ah, but there were those outside the castle walls I was close to. Such as Rodrigue!
 * Byleth: Rodrigue?
 * Dimitri: Heh, pardon my rudeness. I meant Lord Rodrigue. He is my father's old companion, and the father of Felix. On the occasions he would visit the capital, he'd take me out hunting or on long horse rides. While Dedue is like a brother to me, Rodrigue is more like a second father. It might sound ridiculous but...he's the kind of man I hope to become one day. Someone who helps others... Someone who can reach out and save a lost soul. Oh... Please accept my apologies for boring you with my life story. In any case, don't forget your promise, Professor. I'm counting on you.

B Support

 * Dimitri: Thank you for your help the other day, Professor. Please, allow me to express my gratitude by taking you to dinner.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: It was nothing.
 * Choice 2: I would be delighted.
 * Dimitri:
 * Choice 1 response: Nonsense. Your guidance was magnificent. Just what I'd expect from a professor of this esteemed academy.
 * Choice 2 response: Fantastic. Please think about what you'd like to eat. After all, such magnificent guidance must work up quite an appetite.
 * Dimitri: I've studied swordsmanship for some time, but your mercenary skills are something else entirely. Speaking of which, there's...another question I must ask you. Were you reconciled with the reality of battle from your first foray? With...the killing part, I mean.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: I hadn't the luxury of questioning it.
 * Choice 2: No. It's never easy.
 * Dimitri: I see.
 * Byleth: And you?
 * Dimitri: No... I do not carry that burden well. I doubt that will change, no matter how many years come and go. The first time I led on the battlefield, I was sent to quell a rebellion in the west. It was not a difficult fight. The enemy was not well trained and their morale was low. A swing of the lance, and your opponent falls. A flash of a blade, and a path opens up. That's the sort of battle it was. Easy...right?
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: You did what you had to do.
 * Choice 2: What caused the rebellion?
 * Dimitri:
 * Choice 1 response: That's one way to look at it.
 * Choice 2 response: The noble family from that area sought to seize the throne after my father's untimely death.
 * Dimitri: The leader of the rebel army was defeated and the rebellion quelled. This was at the height of the post-war period. I recall coming across a dead soldier's body. He was clutching a locket. Inside was a lock of golden hair. I don't know to whom it belonged. His wife, his daughter...mother, lover... I'll never know. He was a soldier. An enemy. Someone we had cut down without hesitation. But in that moment, I realised he was also a real person, just like the rest of us. Of course, we cannot stand idly by and allow anyone to commit senseless acts of violence. Yet in dispensing what we call justice, we take the lives of cherished family members. Beloved friends. Killing is part of the job, but even so... There are times when I'm chilled to the bone by the depravity of my own actions.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: It's normal to feel that way.
 * Choice 2: I've felt the same way.
 * Dimitri:
 * Choice 1 response: Is it? Perhaps you're right. I pray that you are.
 * Choice 2 response: That you feel the same way is more comforting than you could know.
 * Dimitri: Professor? May I speak freely? When we first met, I thought of you as someone who felt no strong feelings about killing your enemies. I could never trust someone who kills without batting an eye. My heart won't allow it. But after speaking with you and getting to know you better, I can see you're not like that. Now I know, with all my heart, that I can trust you. Thank you for that.

A Support

 * Dimitri: ...
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: What are you doing?
 * Choice 2: Still training?
 * Dimitri:
 * Choice 1 response: Sleep evades me, so I thought I'd get in some extra training. I was just about to finish.
 * Choice 2 response: Indeed. But I was thinking about ending it here.
 * Dimitri: Perhaps it is the gloomy weather, but I am feeling the sting of wounds that should have healed long ago...
 * Byleth: What wounds?
 * Dimitri: The injury I got when that girl stabbed me after the battle at Gronder. Her eyes were filled with revenge...just as mine once were.
 * Byleth: Who was she?
 * Dimitri: I don't know... But I have a guess. ... Ah, I suppose I haven't told you about that yet.
 * Byleth: What are you talking about?
 * Dimitri: I was acted inside the monastery the other day. It caused quite the uproar. The ones who attacked me...were some of the youths we taught swordsmanship to, once upon a time.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: Are you OK?
 * Choice 2: Why did they do it?
 * Dimitri:
 * Choice 1 response: Of course. I could capture the lot of them with my eyes closed.
 * Dimitri: It seems they were raised by a group of thieves who we put down five years ago. I heard Lady Rhea took custody of them, claiming that the children were innocent. I have taken so many lives...and with each one I face hatred. During the last five years especially. My life was not so different from that of a wild beast... And that young girl's brother... At some point, I must have... That is why I thought it only natural that someone would retaliate someday. Because I hated, because I stole, and...because I killed. But with those children, it's different... We drew our blades with the best of intentions, only to hurt them in the end. I suppose this is yet another thing we will just have to live with.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: It's part of the job.
 * Choice 2: I feel the same way.
 * Dimitri: Yes... As one who chose to fight, it is my responsiblity to confront this anguish and the true nature of war... Until the day my life comes to an end.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: It is mine as well.
 * Choice 2: We can confront it together.
 * Dimitri: 
 * Choice 1 response: Perhaps...
 * Choice 2 response: Thank you...
 * Dimitri: You know, Professor... There is something that I only recently realized. I never knew it could be so...comforting to have someone standing by my side...

S Support

 * Dimitri: Come now, my friend. You must stop staying up so late. Tomorrow is yet another early morning. Then again, I know that matters little. You cannot sleep, can you? Neither can I, of course. I... I want you to know that I am sorry for making you do so much when your battle wounds aren't even completely healed yet.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: And what of yours?
 * Choice 2: It's awful.
 * Dimitri:
 * Answer 1: Do not worry about me... My shoulder has healed nicely. I still have some numbness in my hand, but it should not hinder me too much.
 * Answer 2: Well, I am truly sorry. I only ask that you do not overexert yorself. But I am afraid that our burdens will only grow in number. I hope you are prepared for that.
 * Dimitri: ... It is a lovely night... Is it not? How many years has it been since I was kept awake by hopes for the future, rather than by nightmares of the past...
 * Byleth: Nightmares?
 * Dimitri: I have had the same nightmare for nine long years. A nightmare in which I am constantly tormented by those who have died... They ask me why I have not avenged them... Why I got to live, yet they had to die... No matter how many corpses I piled up for them, in the end, their voices only grew louder. Vices loathing me, calling out to me... Their inescapable death cries ringing in my ears...clinging to my soul... Even now, I can always hear them. I am certain I will be hearing them until the day I die. But I will not cover my ears. I will go on living...and their voices will server as a warning. As a king...and as a wretch who claimed countless lives...I will build a Kingdom where the people can live in peace. I am sure she would laugh and call such talk foolish... But I wish to change this world in my own way. Well, Your Grace, things will be busy from now on. Our first order of business is tomorrow's coronation. Once a professor and student... Now an archbishop and a king. How very far we have come.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: We're still the same.
 * Choice 2: Only our titles have changed.
 * Dimitri:
 * Answer 1 & 2: That is true. To me, you will always be the one who guided me so kindly. My ally through all. My beloved...
 * Dimitri: Yes...my beloved.
 * Byleth: Dimitri...
 * Dimitri: Listen... There is something I wish to give you before the coronation. Give me your hand.
 * [Dimitri shows Byleth his ring.]
 * Byleth: ...
 * Dimitri: Please... I beg of you. Say something! If you do not wish to accept it, please just tell me. If so, I will face the truth and walk away.
 * Byleth: That's not it at all...
 * [Byleth shows Dimitri her ring.]
 * Dimitri: What is this?
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: I love you, Dimitri. Marry me.
 * Choice 2: You beat me to it...
 * Dimitri:
 * Answer 1 & 2: ...
 * Dimitri: Yes, I see. Right. In that case, let us exchange them, shall we? Your hands... Now that I hold them within my own, I see how small and fragile they are. These hands that have saved me countless times... Thank you, my beloved. Your kind, warm hands... May they cling to my own forevermore...

C Support
(Byleth nods.) (Dedue leaves.)
 * Dedue: ...
 * Byleth: ...
 * Dedue: Did you want something?
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: Just to look at the flowers.
 * Choice 2: Nothing in particular.
 * Dedue: I see. If you have the time, then please assist me. I am to water the flowers in the greenhouse.
 * Dedue: Thank you. Only do not water the ones in that corner.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: Understood.
 * Choice 2: What kind of flowers are those?
 * Dedue: They are from Duscur. They require a dry environment. The roots will rot otherwise.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: They're beautiful.
 * Choice 2: You seem to know a lot about them.
 * Choice 3: They sound difficult to care for.
 * Dedue:
 * Choice 1 response: Yes, they are.
 * Choice 2 response: I know enough.
 * Choice 3 response: That is what makes them worthwhile.
 * Dedue: ...
 * Byleth: ...
 * Dedue: I owe you a debt of gratitude. In both the extracurricular activities here at the academy, and on the battlefield... Your presence has been instrumental in the defense of His Highness. You have my sincerest thanks.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: I only did what anyone would do.
 * Choice 2: Think nothing of it.
 * Dedue: 
 * Choice 1 response: I see.
 * Choice 2 response: To me, it is not nothing.
 * Dedue: ...
 * Byleth: ...
 * Dedue: Was there something else you wanted?
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: I'll go fetch the water.
 * Choice 2: No, that's all.
 * Dedue: Then please, excuse me.
 * Byleth: (He's difficult to hold a conversation with...)

B Support

 * Dedue: ...
 * Byleth: ...
 * Dedue: Here you are again.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: I came to check on the flowers.
 * Choice 2: I was just passing though.
 * Dedue: I see. The flowers you helped to water are now in bloom. Have a look.
 * Byleth: Aren‘t they lovely?
 * Dedue: Indeed. My sister was fond of this one in particular.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: Where is your sister now?
 * Choice 2: I didn’t know you had a sister.
 * Dedue:
 * Choice 1 response: Dead.
 * Choice 2 response: It never came up.
 * Dedue: Duscur is a dead land. Its flowers were all trampled under the boots of soldiers. But seeing this blossom brings back memories. ... I do not know why I am telling you all of this.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: I'd like to hear more.
 * Choice 2: You are unusually talkative today.
 * Dedue:
 * Choice 1 response: There is little to tell.
 * Choice 2 response: It surprises me as well.
 * Dedue: But if you are from Fódlan, you must know what became of the people of Duscur. The people who betrayed their allies from Faerghus. The ones who were punished for regicide. The Duscur are shunned for their crimes, even now. It would be in your interest to not spend any more time around me than necessary.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: Dimitri doesn't shun you.
 * Choice 2: I don't care what other people think.
 * Choice 3: I'll spend my time however I like.
 * Dedue:
 * Choice 1 response: His Highness is an exception.
 * Choice 2 response: You may think little of it now, but your reputation will eventually suffer.
 * Choice 3 response:
 * Dedue: But...to be completely candid... It pleases me to be able to speak with you like this. If you truly do not mind, I would be glad to receive more visits from you in the future.

A Support

 * Dedue: ...
 * Byleth: ...
 * Dedue: Here for the flowers again?
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: That’s right.
 * Choice 2: Not particularly.
 * Dedue:
 * Choice 1 response: I see.
 * Choice 2 response: You might as well have a look, while you are here.
 * Byleth: ...
 * Dedue: ...
 * Dedue: I have two things to say. First, I thank you for supporting His Highness in my absence. But I must also admonish you for taking your own well-being too lightly. On several occasions, I have seen you protect others by putting yourself in harm’s way. I am grateful for your efforts, but I feel you should place a higher value on your own life. His Highness relies on you... As do I.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: You need not worry.
 * Choice 2: I understand.
 * Dedue: Then show that with your actions. We cannot afford to lose an invaluable asset like you. And...
 * Byleth: And?
 * Dedue: This greenhouse would be a more lonely place without you in it. It would not be fair to the flowers, to leave me as their only caretaker. Hm. Someday, I hope to show you a whole landscape of these flowers in full bloom.
 * Byleth: You mean Duscur?
 * Dedue: Yes. Once this conflict is over, and His Highness ascends the throne, I believe it can be done. You must live at least until then. Understood?
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: Understood.
 * Choice 2: Same to you.
 * Dedue:
 * Choice 2 response: That’s true enough.
 * Dedue: I had not thought much of my own life, until now. Except that I would gladly cast it aside for His Highness. That is still true, but now I desire to see the end of this war. Until I can show you the fields of Duscur in bloom... I will go on living.

S Support

 * Dedue: I've finally found you. It is a fine night. The stars seem closer than usual. Just like last time...
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: What are you doing here?
 * Choice 2: I thought you were in Fhirdiad.
 * Dedue: I needed to speak with you.
 * Byleth: With me?
 * Dedue: Yes. When I left the capital, I told His Majesty I would be leaving his service.
 * Byleth: What?!
 * Dedue: He accepted my decision with a smile. I do not think I have finally accepted it myself yet, to be honest.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: I can't believe it.
 * Choice 2: Why would you leave him?
 * Dedue: It was all so that I could give you...this. I have come to ask for your hand in marriage... I adore you. I understand that, as the new archbishop, you cannot take marriage lightly. But even in the face of rejection, I cannot leave these words unspoken. May I have your answer?
 * Byleth: I accept.
 * Dedue: You do? You...will marry me?
 * Byleth: (nods)
 * Dedue: ...
 * Byleth: ...
 * Dedue: I am not good with words. Would you really have me, uninteresting as I am?
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: I would have you just as you are.
 * Choice 2: I appreciate your brevity.
 * Dedue: I see. Why are you making that face? Is it so odd to see me laugh?
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: You have a wonderful smile.
 * Choice 2: Not at all.
 * Dedue: I see. Well then... I have one more request. I know it is sudden, but will you prepare to depart on a journey?
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: A journey?
 * Choice 2: This is so sudden.
 * Dedue: I told you once before that I would like to show you the fields of Duscur in bloom. I know that you cannot leave the monastery for long due to your position, but...
 * Byleth: I can't wait to see them.
 * Dedue: I am excited also. To show you the flowers as they are meant to be seen, in my homeland... And to be by your side in all the days to come. Yes... It is a fine night, indeed.

C Support

 * Felix: I thought I heard someone. Are you here to train?
 * Byleth: 
 * Choice 1: Yes.
 * Choice 2: No, just watching.
 * Felix: Care to train with me? Waving this sword alone is boring. And I'm tired of crossing swords with worthless opponents. But you seem like a worthy adversary.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: Sure, why not?
 * Choice 2: You think I'm a worthy adversary?
 * Felix: 
 * Choice 2 response: I don't know for certain, but you seem skilled.
 * Felix: I've always been interested in your technique. You learned from the former captain of the Knights of Seiros, and traveled Fódlan fighting as a mercenary. Good sparring partner like you don't grow on trees. But know that I will beat you, and I will surpass your strength.
 * Byleth: Why are you so focused on becoming stronger?
 * Felix: Why? Hm. I never really thought about that. I learned to thrust a sword before I learned to write my name. Of course, my upbringing wasn't unique. That's how it is for all children in my country. You're no use if you can't swing a sword, however mighty your Crest may be. It was the perfect environment for me. I could live free of stodgy values and virtues. Grow strong so you may live, and live to grow stronger. That's what I was taught.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: Do you have any other ambitions?
 * Choice 2: You remind me of myself.
 * Felix:
 * Choice 1 response: Why should I? Nothing's as important as the pursuit of strength.
 * Choice 2 response: Now I'm Intrigued by your fighting style, and by who you really are...
 * Felix: But that's enough idle chatter. Take out your sword. My mind is emptied of all but the thrill of the challenge!

B Support

 * Felix: You're certainly not going easy on me. You fight like a mercenary, not a knight. You hunger for victory, pure and simple. You may not be aware of it yourself, but I see it.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: Should I take that as a compliment?
 * Choice 2: Should I take that as a criticism?
 * Felix:
 * Choice 1 response: Indeed.
 * Choice 2 response: No.
 * Felix: Knight's ought to have some hunger. I've always thought so. They depend too much on their swords. Only when they're wrested away do knights consider their hands and feet as weapons. That's not how it was for warriors of old. They weren't limited by their tools. Victory is what matters, not the method of achieving it. That's the attitude to adopt. I detect that in your style. It is plain to see.
 * Byleth: That doesn't seem like praise...
 * Felix: You may take it however you like. I believe the difference between us lies within that hunger. But where does it come from? From the start, I was aiming to win, yet I couldn't defeat you. Then I remembered something you said before...
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: About your aspirations?
 * Choice 1: About your upbringing?
 * Felix: Indeed. I was raised to value strength above all else. Whereas you had a reason, an ambition, pushing you toward that hunger. So, tell me. What was the reason? Why were you driven to become so strong?
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: To survive.
 * Choice 2: To protect the people of Fódlan.
 * Felix:
 * Choice 1 response: That's a mercenary's answer, to be sure.
 * Choice 2 response: Hah! Spoken like a knight. That's not what I would have expected.
 * Felix: So that is the source of your hunger. I suppose I must find my own.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: I'll help you.
 * Choice 2: We can find it together.
 * Felix: Ah, if we're to get along, I think not. I'll be content if you continue to train with me. Perhaps it will come to me as I swing my sword.

A Support

 * Felix: Finally, I notched a win against you.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: You crushed me.
 * Choice 2: I almost had you.
 * Felix:
 * Choice 1 response: Oh, please. I scraped by.
 * Choice 2 response: True. It was a narrow victory.
 * Felix: When we spar, I feel like I’m revisiting the past.
 * Byleth: Why?
 * Felix: It’s like training with my brother. He always won—always—and died before I could win a single bout. From the first time I held a sword, all I wanted was to surpass him. And that’s what drove me to become so strong. Perhaps it’s absurd to say such a thing, but… I’ve spent all these years training for a duel with a corpse.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: It’s not absurd.
 * Choice 2: You found an answer to my question.
 * Felix:
 * Choice 1 response: Perhaps not.
 * Choice 2 response: Yes. I suppose I did.
 * Felix: I can never again spar with my brother. Not unless he climbs out of his grave. Still, I continue my endless pursuit of strength. Maybe because I had a new opponent to measure myself against.
 * Byleth: Who?
 * Felix: You. Obviously. I beat you this time, but when we next cross swords, who knows what might happen? It was a close match, not a crushing victory. I know that I can do better. I will surpass you in strength, and then I’ll become stronger still.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: And then?
 * Choice 2: Don’t count me out yet.
 * Felix:
 * Choice 1 response: And then, when this war is over, I won’t have as many chances to swing my sword. I can hardly imagine that.
 * Choice 2 response: Ha. Just what I was hoping you’d say.
 * Felix: Anyway, thank you... for helping me find an answer to the question you asked, all those years ago.

S Support

 * Felix: Finally, you came. Wars begin and end, but this place never changes. And you don't change either.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: That's not true.
 * Choice 2: Neither do you.
 * Felix:
 * Choice 1 response: Hmph... If there's been any change, it's just that you're so busy, your sword has grown dull.
 * Choice 2 response:
 * Azure Moon route: That's true, except the boar has thrust the bombastic title of "duke" upon me.
 * Other routes: That's true.
 * Felix: We fought to bring peace to Fódlan, but peace is so boring. No more chances to swing my sword at enemies. No more life-threatening battles. I know that these are positive developments, but I'm still a warrior at heart. Here I am, watching sadly as my blade grows dull.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: That's selfish.
 * Choice 2: I feel the same.
 * Felix:
 * Choice 1 response: You're right. Damn, I can be a fool sometimes...
 * Choice 2 response: You do? That's a relief. We're cut from the same cloth, you and I.
 * Felix: And on that note, I'll tell you why I asked you to come here. Take this.
 * Byleth: Felix...
 * Felix: Without a worthy opponent like you at my side, not only will my sword grow dull...it'll rust. So I had to think of a way to make sure you'd always be with me. This is what I came up with. And...
 * Byleth: And?
 * Felix: You're pretty slow on the uptake. Don't you know what this ring means?
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: No, I don't.
 * Choice 2: I want to hear you say it.
 * Felix: If you keep messing around, I'll... I'll... Fine! Listen carefully. I'm not going to say this more than once. I want you to be my wife. Please say yes. Let's get married and stay together until we die. I love you.
 * Felix: ...
 * Felix: That's all.
 * Byleth: Wait!
 * Felix: What? You have something to complain about?
 * Byleth: I love you too, and I accept.
 * Felix: Oh... OK, then. In that case, I'd better start planning for the future. My future...with you.

C Support

 * Mercedes: Good evening, Professor. Returning from work, I take it?
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: That's right.
 * Choice 2: I'm still working.
 * Mercedes:
 * Choice 1 Response: I commend you for working so late into the evening. All of my days at the academy are enriching, thanks to you.
 * Choice 2 Response: My goodness! It's so late in the evening. That must be exhausting.
 * Mercedes: Try not to overtax yourself, all right? I'm concerned for your health. We wouldn't want you to wear yourself out. The goddess won't smite you if you rely on others for help, you know.
 * Byleth: Even so...
 * Mercedes: Listen here, Professor. You might not like what I'm about to say. To be perfectly honest, I had my doubts when I first met you.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: That's surprising.
 * Choice 2: Why's that?
 * Mercedes:
 * Choice 1 Response: I don't want me to think less of me for saying this, but here we are.
 * Choice 2 Response: (No special response)
 * Mercedes: At first, I thought you seemed too young to be a professor. It is unusual, you have to admit. Yet, you seemed very composed and mature, despite your age. You're strong-willed, encouraging, and you go to great lengths to ensure that everyone is cared for. But it almost feels like you're trying too hard to be a perfect role model for your students.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: I'm not trying too hard.
 * Choice 2: It comes with the territory.
 * Mercedes: If that's how you feel, I can't disagree. But I think it's necessary to give yourself a break every now and again. The mind has a tendency to make mistakes when you've exhausted yourself. In my case, I still seem to make mistakes even when I'm wide awake.
 * Byleth: Mistakes?
 * Mercedes: Oh, you know. I'm always mixing up the dates for drills or misplacing things. Just the other day, I forgot to put on my uniform and headed out to practice wearing only my -- Oh, um. Well, you can imagine how embarrassed I was. My mind can be so scattered sometimes. Anyway... where was I? Ah, that's right. What I'm trying to say is that you shouldn't push yourself too hard. If you do, you might end up in a pretty bad place.
 * Mercedes: That reminds me! Is there anything I can do to assist you, Professor? If it's all right with you, I'd like to help in any way I can.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: Thanks, I appreciate it.
 * Choice 2: I'm not sure about that.
 * Mercedes:
 * Choice 1 Response: Whatever you need, just say the word.
 * Choice 2 Response: It'll be fine! I might be clumsy, but I'll get better over time.
 * Mercedes: I look forward to helping you out.

B Support

 * Monk: You there, youngster. Won't you listen to this old man's troubles? I was born and raised right here in this town. I spent my whole life here. My daughter lives in the Empire, and she sent me a letter to ask if I was keeping up with my daily worship.
 * Byleth: ...
 * Mercedes: Well, hello there, Professor. Is this a friend of yours?
 * Byleth: I don't know him.
 * Mercedes: Is that so? I was sure you two knew each other. Is there something we can do for you, good sir?
 * Monk: Oh, what a lovely young lady! I was just telling this kind soul a story.
 * Mercedes: Really? What's troubling you?
 * Monk: Well, I was thinking of going to daily prayer, but my leg's been acting up and I can't walk properly.
 * Mercedes: How terrible! That's no good at all. May I be of assistance? I'd be happy to lend a shoulder and escort you to the chapel.
 * Monk: Would you? Oh, I'd be most grateful to you. Thank the goddess for sending this young lady to me today!
 * Mercedes: We'll need your help too, Professor. Here, sir, take my arm.
 * Mercedes: Splendid work, Professor. He really seemed to appreciate our assistance.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: We did a good deed.
 * Choice 2: You helped me out too.
 * Mercedes:
 * Choice 1 Response: (No special response)
 * Choice 2 Response: I don't think I did anything particularly deserving of praise. I'm just happy that I could help. You did a great job cheering him up on your own!
 * Mercedes: Putting a smile on someone's face always seems to brighten up the day. Is something wrong? You're giving me a strange look.
 * Byleth: How did you know something was bothering him?
 * Mercedes: Oh. Hmm... How should I put this... I suppose it's just second nature to me.
 * Byleth: What do you mean?
 * Mercedes: It's difficult to describe, but I can usually tell when someone is worried about something. Back there, I could tell that both you and the old man were in distress. I spent a good amount of my life living in the church. Maybe that's why I'm so good at identifying these things?
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: Living in the church?
 * Choice 2: That's news to me.
 * Mercedes: Did I not mention that before? I spent nearly 10 years of my life in the church of Faerghus. Many came to us with their troubles. In my own time of need, I once ran to the church myself, and they helped me. May I share something with you, Professor?
 * Byleth: What is your dream?
 * Mercedes: I'd like to work in the church one day. I want to be like the priest who helped me. Never mind. It's not a very realistic dream. Please, forget I said anything. If I were someone else, perhaps a commoner without a Crest or stature, maybe things would be different. It's a bit sad, but... this is the way things have to be. After all, only the goddess can decide our fates.
 * Mercedes: I'd like to work in the church one day. I want to be like the priest who helped me. Never mind. It's not a very realistic dream. Please, forget I said anything. If I were someone else, perhaps a commoner without a Crest or stature, maybe things would be different. It's a bit sad, but... this is the way things have to be. After all, only the goddess can decide our fates.

A Support

 * Mercedes: Do you have a moment, Professor? I need to speak with you.
 * Mercedes: Thank you so much. This is what I wanted to address... This letter from my adoptive father just arrived.
 * Byleth: Adoptive father?
 * Mercedes: Oh! Have I not mentioned him? He's the reason I first came to the Officers Academy. He's also the one who dragged me from the church where I was living just so he could use my Crest.
 * Byleth: I don't understand...
 * Mercedes: My Crest does not yet belong to a house, so he plans to use it as leverage to marry into the nobility. He's a very greedy man who was a roving merchant before adopting me, but now he's in the capital. This letter says that he's finally arranged to marry me off to a wealthy noble. I know he's just thinking of himself, but can't he see that this isn't a priority when we're at war?
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: My thoughts exactly.
 * Choice 2: Maybe the war has pushed him to this?
 * Mercedes:
 * Choice 1 Response: (No special response)
 * Choice 2 Response: I suppose it's possible. He may be worried about carrying on his bloodline, but...
 * Mercedes: Ugh! I don't know what to do about this proposal!
 * Byleth: Will you accept?
 * Mercedes: I can't see any way around it, so I fear that I must... I just don't want to let go of the life that I've made for myself. I know it's not what my heart wants, but I don't have the strength to say no.
 * Byleth: What does your heart want?
 * Mercedes: I believe I've mentioned this before, but I want to work in service of the church. Well, I suppose it doesn't necessarily have to be the church, but I want to help those in need. If I were to marry a noble, I think it would be difficult to realize that dream...
 * Byleth: Why can't you decline?
 * Mercedes: It's just... I've always allowed myself to follow the whims of those above me. I convinced myself that everything in life was at the will of the goddess. I was blind to reality. I believed it was her will to both pull me from the church and guide me to the Officers Academy. The decision to enter this war was the first time I acted of my own free will. My adoptive father opposed this decision, but I somehow managed to convince him.
 * Mercedes: Still, I couldn't free myself of him completely. This letter is proof of that. It's not that I'm scared of him, but there is something that worries me...
 * Byleth: Severing your ties?
 * Mercedes: Ah! I knew you'd understand, Professor. I've sat down to write a reply several times, but I can't muster up the courage, or the words. I was hoping you could provide me with the encouragement I need!
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: Why reply at all?
 * Choice 2: You can't just give up on your dreams.
 * Mercedes:
 * Choice 1 Response: If I don't, he'll go ahead with the arrangement! I suppose I must aim toward cutting him out of my life completely...
 * Choice 2 Response: That's a very good point! We're only given one life, so we must do all we can to pursue our happiness!
 * Mercedes: OK! I think that may have been just the push I was looking for! I'll tell him the truth. That I've found a life worth pursuing and I must decline the proposal! Maybe I should tell him I've fallen for someone else?
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: Fallen for someone else?
 * Choice 2: Who might that be?
 * Mercedes: Why, it's you, Professor! Isn't that obvious?


 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: Excuse me?
 * Choice 2: I wouldn't say "obvious"...


 * Mercedes: I'm just teasing! Now, I'm off to write this letter and stand my ground! Thank you for your encouragement!

S Support

 * Mercedes: There you are! I apologize for the short notice, but I'm so glad you could make it! I'm sure you're very busy, being the hero of Fódlan and all.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: Yes, very busy.
 * Choice 2: I have some time.
 * Mercedes:
 * Choice 1 Response: Then I'm afraid that what I'm about to ask may come at an inopportune time.
 * Choice 2 Response: What a relief! I have to ask you something, but I'd hate to inconvenience you!
 * Mercedes: Do you mind hearing me out?
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: I'll listen.
 * Choice 2: I'd be happy to.
 * Mercedes: Ah! Great! Here it is...
 * Mercedes: I'm going to Fhirdiad to meet with my adoptive father, and I'd like you to accompany me.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: What for?
 * Choice 2: Is it necessary for you to go?
 * Mercedes:
 * Choice 1 Response: I feel the need to set things straight with him in my own way.
 * Choice 2 Response: I want proper closure. I'm going to tell him face-to-face that this is farewell.
 * Mercedes: I've already decided exactly what I'm going to say. I'm choosing to live my life how I want, in pursuit of my own happiness. I need you to accept that. I'm in charge of my own destiny. Not you, not anyone else. Just me. Ah... I've waited so long to say all that.
 * Byleth: Why do you need me to accompany you?
 * Mercedes: That's a very good question... Where do I start? Remember when I teased that I'd fallen for you? The truth is... that wasn't entirely in jest. I fell for you some time ago. I fact, I'd very much like to spend my life with you. Of course, that's only if you'll have me...
 * Byleth: I had something similar in mind.
 * Mercedes: Oh my goodness!
 * Byleth: I love you, Mercedes. Let's get married.
 * Mercedes: Yes! Let's! You've no idea what this means to me. This may be the happiest I've ever been! I'm so glad I could finally express my feelings. Now we can live the rest of our lives together! To think, I was able to choose this path of my own volition, and now I get to walk it with you! Should one person be allowed this much happiness? But still, you're only given one life. Are you sure you want to spend it with me? I may be quite demanding at times as I'm intend on pursuing my dreams. I want to help those in need, wherever they may be. And I won't give up on that.
 * Byleth: I'll always support you.
 * Mercedes: I thought that's what you might say! Perhaps that's why I fell for you. It's just the way you are. All right, let's be off! It's no short journey to Fhirdiad. Oh, something to note...
 * Byleth: Yes?
 * Mercedes: You should know that I can be quite scatterbrained. And clumsy... But I will do everything in my power to help and support you too, whatever you may need! What a wonderful life we will lead together...

C Support

 * Ashe: Phew - shopping took longer than I thought. It's a good thing I had your help, Professor! Looks like we've got everything we came for. Time to head back to the monastery. To tell you the truth, I wasn't sure if the money that knight gave us would be enough. We managed to scrape by though! I'm glad those shopkeepers were willing to strike a few bargains.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: Thanks to your bartering skills.
 * Choice 2: You are quite the shopper.
 * Ashe: It's one of the few things I'm really good at. I've got a lot of experience living in the city. Money was tight for me too. At least until a kind noble adopted me into his family. Come to think of it, you were originally a mercenary, weren't you? I'm sure you've traveled all over Fódlan. That must have been a pretty different life from regular folks like me.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: Not so different, actually.
 * Choice 2: You're probably right.
 * Ashe:
 * Choice 1 response: Huh, you think so?
 * Choice 2 response: It sounds a lot more exciting though, traveling the world, from conflict to conflict!
 * Ashe: But a mercenary's whole job is fighting, isn't it? Must be a pretty tough way to live.
 * Byleth:
 * It was pretty tough.
 * It wasn't so bad.
 * Ashe:
 * Choice 1 response: I believe you. I can imagine!
 * Choice 2 response: Wow, I guess you must get used to it. That's really incredible though.
 * Ashe: Ah! I had no idea they sold this book around here! I haven't seen this one for ages!
 * Byleth: What's the book?
 * Ashe: Loog and the Maiden of Wind. It's a well-known take of chivalry in Faerghus. L-Loog is the King of Lions. This book is full of his exciting adventures! I've loved this since I was a kid! It was what got me learning to read.
 * Ruffian: Gimme that book!
 * Anna: Hey, creep! Don't touch the merch! What the-?! Somebody catch that thief! Cut him in half, like my prices!
 * Ashe: Please... Calm down, ma'am.
 * Anna: You calm down, kid! If he gets away with that valuable merch, it'll be a huge loss for me!
 * Ashe: Here, allow me to compensate you.
 * Byleth: Are you sure about that, Ashe?
 * Anna: Huh? Are you serious, kid? I mean no objections over here, but that sounds crazy.
 * Ashe: Don't you worry. That thief will be paying me back, just as soon as I catch him. Head on back to the monastery, Professor. I'll take care of everything here!
 * Byleth: ...

B Support

 * Ashe: Hey, Professor! Did I ever tell you what happened with that thief?
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: Thief?
 * Choice 2: No, you didn't.
 * Ashe:
 * Choice 1 response: You know, the book thief we encountered in town.
 * Ashe: I went after him, and I did manage to catch up, but...
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: He escaped?
 * Choice 2: You couldn't get him to pay for the book?
 * Ashe:
 * Choice 1 response: Oh, no, I captured him easily. I'm pretty quick on my feet, you know! But I decided not to make him pay for the book.
 * Choice 2 response: Sort of. I actually decided not to make him pay for it.
 * Ashe: My pockets were pretty empty after that incident, if you want to know the truth. What happened was, when I caught him, I asked him why he stole the book. He said he thought it would fetch a good price, and that he really needed the money. He had a sick kid, and couldn't pay for medicine.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: Sounds like a lie to me.
 * Choice 2: He didn't look old enough to have children.
 * Ashe: Maybe you're right. But if he really did have a sick child, that would be a matter of life and death. A little money is nothing compared to that. I'd rather believe a lie than risk someone's life if I'm wrong. And to be completely honest, there was a time when I wasn't so different from him.
 * Byleth:You were a thief?
 * Ashe: It was a long time ago, and I've put all that behind me now, but yes. I was. My parents died of illness, so I had to provide for my little brother and sister. I did my best to earn money for them legitimately, but I wasn't able to bring enough home. So I turned to thieving. From people on the streets. From shops. Even from soldiers. I knew it was wrong, but seeing my brother and sister's smiling faces made me too happy to stop.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: I can't imagine what that must have been like.
 * Choice 2: It was definitely wrong.
 * Ashe: I really regret that part of my life. I was stupid. But shortly after I turned nine, I crept into a local noble's mansion, aiming to steal whatever I could get my hands on. The noble had all sorts of valuables, but what really caught my eye was a book with a fancy cover. That book was Loog and the Maiden of Wind. The knight in the illustrations was so impressive, I just couldn't tear my eyes away.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: You stole it because you liked the cover?
 * Choice 2: Go on.
 * Ashe:
 * Choice 1 response: Well, that was part of it. But certain books are also really valuable, you know.
 * Ashe: You probably see where this is going. Moments after I grabbed the book, I was caught in the act by the noble. And that noble was none other than Lonato. But Lonato was incredibly kind. Without asking any questions, he gave me the book-and money too. When I told him I couldn't read, he invited me into his mansion, along with my brother and sister. He taught me how to read, personally. So with the thief I caught in town, I was trying to do the same thing. To be like Lonato. I want to make up for the bad things I've done. To leave this world better than I found it. That's why, even if it wasn't easy on my pockets, I'm proud to say I helped him.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: Are you sure you did the right thing?
 * Choice 2: Isn't that a little self-indulgent?
 * Ashe: I know what you're trying to say. My contribution probably won't change much And it's not like I have the money to help everyone who's suffering from poverty. Even so-I can't bear to stand by and do nothing. What else could I have done, Professor?

A Support

 * Ashe: Oh! Hey, Professor!
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: You're chipper as ever.
 * Choice 2: Something going on?
 * Ashe: Actually I ran into that thief while I was shopping just now!
 * Byleth: Thief?
 * Ashe: Maybe you don't remember. It's been quite a while. The man who stole the book from that market stall. I saw him on the street, with his kid. They were both so grateful. It's a really nice feeling.
 * Byleth: I'm glad it all worked out.
 * Ashe: Yeah! But, ah... It did seem like they were still having trouble getting by. I guess what you said to me back then was right. My actions didn't really solve the problem. I can't help everyone, no matter how much I try. If I had the money or power, maybe...but I don't
 * Byleth: You'll get there. No need to rush.
 * Ashe: You know, a long time ago, Lonato said nearly the same thing to me. I think it was when I tried to look after the horses all on my own. I really messed that up. He said, "You're not quite ready for this yet. But there's no need to rush." I know I can't help very many people right now. But I think doing what I can for those I see in front of me is still worthwhile. I have to believe that, at least.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: That's a fine way to look at it.
 * Choice 2: That's just like you, Ashe.
 * Ashe: Thanks. That's reassuring to hear. What about you, Professor? Has anything been troubling you lately? I'd be happy to help, as long as it's not looking after horses. You might not want to trust me with that!
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: Nothing in particular has been bothering me, no.
 * Choice 2: Why? Do I look troubled?
 * Ashe:
 * Choice 1 response: Hey, don't be that way! There's got to be something. It doesn't have to be serious.
 * Ashe: I genuinely enjoy helping people. It's a great feeling, making someone smile. So if there's anything I can do for you, I want to do it. Because I care about you.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: You care about me, huh?
 * Choice 2: That's really kind.
 * Ashe:
 * Choice 1 response: Ah, I...didn't mean it in a romantic way. I just really look up to you!
 * Choice 2 response: You think so? It's just what anyone would do, really!
 * Ashe: So, what'll it be? How can I help?
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: Just chat with me a while longer.
 * Choice 2: Want to help me cook?
 * Ashe:
 * Choice 1 response: Happy to, if that's what you'd like!
 * Choice 2 response: Of course! I'd be glad to cook with you!

S Support

 * Ashe: Professor! So, this is where you went off to. You've been working so hard, you deserve a break. Is there any way I can lighten the load?
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: You're already a big help.
 * Choice 2: Don't worry about me.
 * Ashe:
 * Choice 1 response: Maybe, but I'm sure there's more I could do.
 * Choice 2 response: Easier said than done! Anyone can tell you're pretty worn out. It's practically written on your face.
 * Ashe: You need all the rest you can get. It's only going to get more hectic from here. Even I'm tired, and I haven't done nearly as much. It's been a long struggle.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: Indeed it has.
 * Choice 2: It's all happened so fast.
 * Ashe:
 * Choice 1 response: Yeah...
 * Choice 2 response: Really? At times I felt like the war would never end.
 * Ashe: So many people have died. And far too many of them were civilians. But with the state we're in now, it might actually be the survivors who have it hardest. I want to help them. Like Lonato helped me. And now that I'm a knight, I feel like I actually can.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: Together, we can do anything.
 * Choice 2: Let's take care of ourselves too.
 * Ashe: Definitely! When I'm by your side, I'm full of hope for the future. And on that note...there's something I've been meaning to give you.
 * Byleth: This is...
 * Ashe: I want to be with you for the rest of my life. I want to be there for every important moment. Every smile. Every hardship. I know I'm just a commoner and nothing special. I know I don't have a Crest or a prestigious family legacy. And I've done things I'm not proud of. But if you'd be willing to look past all that...I also know we'd be great together.
 * Byleth: You mean...
 * Ashe: Yes! Sorry, I'm...I'm struggling for the right words. It's funny. I've rehearsed this so many times. But when the moment actually came, it all just ran right out of my head. What I mean to say is... I love you and I want to marry you.
 * Byleth: I feel the same way.
 * Ashe: You have a ring for me too?! Am I dreaming? You really feel the same way about me... Sorry, I'm kind of giddy. This doesn't feel real. To go from a life of stealing on the streets, to marrying a wonderful person like you... Am I even allowed to be this happy? I'm worried it could all come crashing down at any moment.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: I guess it could.
 * Choice 2: Don't be.
 * Ashe:
 * Choice 1 response: Even so, as long as we're together, I think I can handle just about anything.
 * Choice 2 response: You're right. We should enjoy what we have, for as long as we have it.
 * Ashe: I'm looking forward to our future. I know I have my shortcomings, but I promise you I'll do everything I can to make you happy!

C Support
(Fades to black) (Annette runs off screen)
 * Annette: Hello, Professor. Do you have a moment?
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: Of course.
 * Choice 2: What do you need?
 * Annette: Well, I have this book on battle tactics that I borrowed from one of the knights. There's a part I just don't understand. Do you think you could explain it to me?
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: Leave it to me.
 * Choice 2: I'm not sure I can.
 * Annette:
 * Choice 1: Great! Thank yo so much!
 * Choice 2: Oh. Well, maybe we can figure it out together.
 * Annette: It's about this diagram here... I don't get why the knights are grouping up in the forest there. I just can't see the advantage to a oration like that.
 * Annette: Yay! I finally get it! You really are a great teacher.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: I'm always happy to help.
 * Choice 2: You're the one who did the work.
 * Annette:
 * Choice 1: I knew asking you was the right idea.
 * Choice 2: No way! I couldn't have done it without you.
 * Annette: I just love learning new things. That's why I came to the Officers Academy. I want to learn magic, battle tactics, martial arts, and... Well, all kinds of stuff! I'm learning more than I have in my whole entire life! Speaking of, I'd better go visit the library for some research before magic practice, which is just before sword training...
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: Don't overdo it.
 * Annette: That's just not possible! I always find it's more tiring to laze around doing nothing. I've never been any good at that. I have to have soemthing to do.Like, on my days off, I need to get up early and take care of the cleaning first, or I just...can't relax. Know what I mean?
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: No really.
 * Choice 2: I know the feeling.
 * Annette:
 * Choice 1: But a day without accomplishments is completely wasted!
 * Choice 2: Oh, I'm so glad you agree! You be surprised how rare it is to find people like us. Mercie never sets foot outside her room on her days off. I don't understand that girl sometimes.
 * Annette: Not to mention... Oh wait... Oh no! I was supposed to be on cooking duty today! I completely forgot! Sorry, Professor, but I have to run! Thanks again for your help!
 * Byleth: ...
 * Annette: Argh! Who put this stupid barrel here?!
 * Byleth: ...

B Support

 * Annette: I'm so sorry, Professor... I somehow overslept and missed our training session. I didn't mean to cause you and the others so much trouble. Imagine if that had happeend during one of our missions. It really is inexcusable!
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: Don't worry about it.
 * Choice 2: You need to rest more.
 * Annette: It's just...when I'm studying tactics, I lost track of time, and... Oh, who am I kidding? I've always been like this. Before I came to the Officers Academy, I was a student at the school of sorcery in Fhirdiad. Even back then, I was pulling all-nighters well before the exams. And I never even noticed I was harming myself. I'm just too focused on my goal. I know I already told you this, but I really love to learn new things. It's a passion of sorts. I first realized I had the learning bug when I was about four or five years old. My father was so happy to see me using magic... Seeing him happy made me happy too, and that made me want to work even harder. If only things could have stayed like that...
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: What do you mean?
 * Annette: When I was about 13, my father left home. He was a devout man, so I figured he'd gone to the monastery. That's why I went to the school of sorcery, so that I could eventually get accepted to the officers Academy. I studied harder than ever, and sure enough, I finally earned a referral. Unfortunately, my passion for learning became more of an obsession. I got so focused, I kind of forgot how to relax. It feels like I've been running in circles ever since.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: Rest is just as important as work.
 * Choice 2: You're impressive just as you are.
 * Annette:
 * Choice 1: That's true. Just look at today. If my hard work stops me from working had, what good is it?
 * Choice 2: No way! I still have such a long way to go. Still, I guess I'm doing something wrong if I'm working so hard I can't even work hard anymore.
 * Annette: OK, it's decided. From now on, I'll try my best to not try my best!
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: You have mt support.
 * Choice 2: That's confusing.
 * Annette:
 * Choice 1: Yay! With you on my side, I'm sure I'll succeed!
 * Choice 2: I'm sorry! All I meant is that I'll try... I mean, I'll slow down a bit.
 * Annette: From now on, if you see me going overboard, just let me know. I'm a new woman, after all!

C Support

 * Sylvain: You think I'd cheat? On you, baby? Never. Come on, you should know me better than that. You're the only one for me. I swear. Hey, if ya don't believe me, well... Oh, I get it. If I'm not your type, do you want me to introduce you to some other guys who have Crests? They're all nobles, just like me.
 * Town Girl: What?! That isn't why I'm - You - You're worse than I thought!
 * Sylvain: I just want you to be happy. You know, get what you're after. I hate seeing a girl cry, especially one as beautiful as you. So you know, maybe we... ... So, Professor, do you enjoy spying on people? You look like you've got something to say. So say it.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: You're a jerk.
 * Choice 2: You broke her heart.
 * Sylvain:
 * Choice 1 response: Hey, that was between me and her, not you.
 * Choice 2 response: Weren't you listening? I'm on her side! She knows that.
 * Sylvain: But you know how it is. Most relationships, they end in heartbreak. Anyway, I don't know why she's so upset about me dating other girls. She didn't care before she found out, why does she care now? I really do hate seeing a girl cry.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: It doesn't seem that way.
 * Choice 2: Is that a fact?
 * Sylvain: Come on. It's hard on me too! If only I had someone to comfort me. Professor? It's OK if you want to console me... I happen to have some exquisite tea back in my quarters. You could come by, and...we could chat about love.

(Byleth shakes her head)


 * Sylvain: Calm down-it was only a joke! You've really got no sense of humor, you know that?

B Support

 * Sylvain: ...
 * Byleth: What happened?
 * Sylvain: Oh, Professor. Heh, I didn't realize you were there. If we keep running into each other like this, people will start to talk. Hey, don't get mad! I was joking. Ah, forget it. what do you need?
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: Girl problems, Sylvain?
 * Choice 2: Another lover's quarrel?
 * Sylvain:
 * Choice 2 response: Well, you're not wrong.
 * Sylvain: I fell for that girl recently, but I just wanted to have some fun and leave it at that. So I told her we should break it off. I guess she was feeling a little more serious than I was. She started crying, and everything got a bit...complicated.
 * Sylvain:
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: You're complicated.
 * Choice 2: Jerk.
 * Sylvain: Come on, Professor. Playing around with girls is the most fun a guy can have. Besides, I don't care what you think of me. I don't intend to change how I live my life. I'm a good-for-nothing, if you haven't noticed, but I'm still a noble with a Crest. That's all anyone cares about. It's best to avoid getting too serious with fools like that. It only leads to trouble. I'm gonna be forced into an arranged marriage with some random noble woman anyway. By the way, Professor. You didn't know you had a Crest, did you?
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: I never thought much about it.
 * Choice 2: My father never told me.
 * Sylvain: I see. I suppose a mercenary wouldn't be concerned with such things.
 * Byleth: What was your experience?
 * Sylvain: Most children who are born to noble families are tested upon birth to see if they bear one. Even descendants of the 10 Elites, like myself, can't be legitimate heirs without a Crest. That means, as children, we're only accepted if we're born with one. The heads of most noble houses keep having kids until they get one with a Crest. Those children grow up to be heads of their houses, and the vicious cycle continues. Do you get it now? To all these commoner girls, I'm just a trophy. Or rather, a studhorse.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: You mean they only want you for your bloodline?
 * Choice 2: That's cynical.
 * Sylvain:
 * Choice 1 response: See? I knew you'd get it. These girls don't love me. They love the potential rewards of loving me.
 * Choice 2 response: Perhaps, but that doesn't change the fact that these girls don't love me. They only love the potential rewards of loving me.
 * Sylvain: If I marry a girl and she gives birth to a child with a Crest, that kid might become the next head of House Gautier. For ages now, those of us with Crests have been envied and desired but never for who we are. I understand the value of my blood. Believe me, I hate how much I understand it. I know better than to dream of being free from this burden, I'm used to it by now. I used to think I didn't have the right to live freely.
 * Byleth: You don't think that way anymore?
 * Sylvain: Heh heh... That's right. You know what? I'm a bit jealous. The whole time you were growing up, you never knew you had a Crest. You were free. Nobody pretended to like you. I kind of hate you for that... You were a spoiled brat who should pay for that Crest. Maybe I'll collect the debt. Ha! Gotcha! Wow, you shoulda seen the look on your face just then. don't mind me, Professor. After all, ladies love a dark and brooding noble.

A Support

 * Sylvain: Ugh, that hurts... Ah, Professor! Thanks for stopping by.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: How's your injury?
 * Choice 2: You got hurt protecting me...
 * Sylvain: It's not bad. I was even told I'd be cleared for service starting tomorrow. Besides, I got this scar fighting for you. It's almost like a medal or something.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: Didn't you want to kill me?
 * Choice 2: Are you happy you protected me?
 * Sylvain:
 * Choice 1 response: I certainly meant it when I said it, but...
 * Sylvain: When I thought you were going to be killed for real, my reflexes kicked in. I reacted without thinking. It doesn't mean I've stopped being jealous of you. But, come one, I can't help looking up to you. If I'd had the guts to run away from home, I wonder if I would have cared as little about my Crest as you do yours...
 * Byleth: You didn't have the courage?
 * Sylvain: No... But if I thought I could have escaped, I would have tried. I'd leave behind House Gautier and the life of a nobleman...and anybody who knew I had a Crest. Our home is to the very north of the Kingdom. Just across the mountains from us is land inhabited by foreigners to Fódlan. It once belonged to Faerghus, but now that the Kingdom has collapsed, it's only a matter of time until fighting breaks out. Anyway, that land has been contested for centuries, and all that time, it has fallen to House Gautier to protect it. Actually, our Lance of Ruin has been doing most of the protecting.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: But it was stolen...
 * Choice 2: I remember. Five years ago...
 * Sylvain: Those were dangerous times. One wrong step and we would have lost our Relic to the church. My father was afraid that the church would try to keep the lance, so he entrusted it to me. If an emergency arose, I was supposed to be called back home. I guess those very situations are why my family values Crests so much. Since I bear a Crest, my parents made sure I was never left wanting. My older brother didn't have one, and so when I was born, he was pushed aside. You know he once shoved me in a well? He left me on the mountainside in the middle of winter too.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: That's horrible.
 * Choice 2: You didn't try to get him back?
 * Sylvain: Even as a little kid, I understood why he was like that. My mere existence stole everything from him. I have no right to complain when I am surrounded by people who would give anything to bear a Crest but do not. Now women smile at me for the same reason my parents adored me...and my brother wanted me dead. And I have to meet them all with a smile and a wink because I have a Crest.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: So what you really feel toward women is...
 * Choice 2: You're wrong.
 * Sylvain:
 * Choice 1 response: The women who just want to use me to become nobility? Hatred's probably the right word. Though, in the end...that's just an easy answer. I don't even know how I truly feel about it all.
 * Choice 2 response: Yeah, yeah. It's late to admit it, but I get you. It would be best to just tell them to heap their empty praise elsewhere.
 * Sylvain: Anyway, it was pretty unreasonable of me to resent you. I'm really sorry about that. And I want to say thank you, Professor. Seriously. Thank you.
 * Byleth: For what?
 * Sylvain: Before I met you, I'd gone my whole life not knowing there was another way for me to live. So from the bottom of my heart...I'm glad we met.

S Support

 * Sylvain: Professor, I've been waiting for you awhile. I've just been out here watching the sky grow lighter.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: Sorry.
 * Choice 2: You got here too early.
 * Sylvain:
 * Choice 1 response: No, it's OK. I just got here way too early.
 * Choice 2 response: I woke up, and I couldn't get back to sleep. And it's nice to spend a morning like this sometimes.
 * Sylvain: It's really just hitting me. For the past five years we've been fighting and fighting... But now the war's over. It's time for a new way of life. So I've decided I want to take responsibility for my own fate.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: Fate?
 * Choice 2: Responsibility?
 * Sylvain: That's right. My Crest doesn't decide my fate. I do. It's time for the first step in the right direction. I don't want to marry a girl who wants to use me for my Crest or a girl who someone else chose for me. I want to marry someone I really care about. And, you know, maybe I can't...but I'd like to try.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: ...
 * Choice 2: Do you really mean it?
 * Sylvain: You don't believe me? I probably should have seen that coming... In that case, I'll just have to propose to you over and over again...until you know I'm serious. Marry me. I'd do anything for you. I'm done lying, especially to myself.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: If you cheat on me, you'll pay dearly.
 * Choice 2: I love you, so I suppose I have no choice.
 * Sylvain: You mean... If we're together, I don't even care if I stay locked up inside for the rest of my life. If you told me you didn't want me to look at another woman, I'd go blind for you.
 * Byleth: That's taking it a bit far.
 * Sylvain: Sorry about that. I got a little excited. I've spent my whole life relying on flowery language, so it's a bit hard to rein it in. OK... Calming down now. I'm just over the moon about this. With you by my side, I'm excited to find out what this new way of life is all about. We fought hard for today, and I'm beyond happy just to be alive. And now, I'm engaged to the perfect woman. Strike that. You know what? My happiness isn't what I care about today. I'm going to spend the rest of our lives together trying to make you happy. I promise.

C Support

 * Ingrid: That's the third time this month. Well, that's that. Father never relents. Oh, Professor! Hello! Did you need something?
 * Byleth: Were you just hiding something?
 * Byleth: What were you doing just now?
 * Ingrid: Well, um, that is... I was just tossing out something I have no need of. It's important to keep our spaces clean, after all! You'd do well to remember that too, Professor! A clean space makes for a clean mind... or some such. Getting rid of things you have no need for is the first step to managing one's belongings in an economical way.
 * Byleth: Could you help me tidy my room sometime?
 * Ingrid: While I'd love to help, I don't want people getting the wrong idea with me being alone in your room.
 * Byleth: Are you the thrifty type?
 * Ingrid: Does that surprise you? Perhaps it seems ill befitting someone of noble birth to care about such things.
 * Ingrid: Despite my family's nobility, we've never been particularly wealthy. So my father raised me to be conservative with my resources, paring down when necessary. He also encouraged me to keep my living spaces immaculate, so the two go hand in hand, I suppose.
 * Byleth: He seems like a good father.
 * Ingrid: Yes. He's...a good person. Even when managing our territory used up most of our family's resources, he still went out of his way to ensure my comfort.
 * Byleth: He sets a fine example I'd be happy to follow.
 * Ingrid: I think he'd be happy to hear you say that.


 * Byleth: What was it you threw out, anyway?
 * Ingrid: Oh...just a scrap of paper. It was already written on, so no good for note-taking. And obviously I can't use it to clean my lance. So I tossed it. No need to hang on to inconsequential things, you know! Professor, did you come to check on me for any particular reason?
 * Byleth: No particular reason, no.
 * Byleth: I just wanted to talk with you.
 * Ingrid: Ah. Well, if there's nothing important, I'll be on my way, then. I still have some cleaning to take care of, after all. Talk to you later, Professor.

C Support

 * Claude: Hey, Teach. I see you’re as stony-faced as usual. Hmm. I can’t tell if you’re feeling resigned or if you’re just lost in thought. Or maybe you simply don’t care about anything that’s going on. Oh… Sorry. I really didn’t mean to be rude. I just find you fascinating. Actually, there’s something I’d like to talk to you about. Can you spare some time?
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: Sure.
 * Choice 2: I'm busy.
 * Claude:
 * Choice 1 response: That’s just the sort of attitude I’d expect from a new teacher!
 * Choice 2 response: Is that right? Maybe this is news to you, but teachers are supposed to display an active interest in the well-being of their students. Students…like me.
 * Claude: Speaking of, before you came here, you were a mercenary, right? Always getting your hands dirty on the battlefield and whatnot? It’s a bit unusual that you suddenly decided to become a teacher one day. In any case, I’ve been meaning to ask. Did your father teach you how to fight?
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: Yes, he did.
 * Choice 2: No, he didn't.
 * Claude:
 * Choice 1 response: I figured. Your father used to lead the knights, didn’t he? And I hear he was a legendary mercenary as well.
 * Choice 2 response: Is that so? Well, I’m sure you grew up watching his fighting style, even if he didn’t teach you directly.


 * Claude: It must have been hard on your mother when you followed in your father’s footsteps and became a mercenary too.
 * Byleth: I never knew my mother.
 * Claude: I see. I suppose you grew up moving from battlefield to battlefield with your father then. You know, for someone who’s right around the same age as me, you certainly have an unusual amount of composure. I guess it’s only natural that you’d be different from young nobles who grew up in the lap of luxury.
 * Byleth: You don’t seem like a noble either.
 * Claude: Ha! Well, even so, I am heir to House Riegan, the leading family of the Alliance. But I didn’t exactly grow up in luxury like most people of noble blood. Hey, maybe that’s why you and I get along so well. Folks like us should stick together. As house leader, I’ll do all I can to help you out. We can start by making time for more little chats like this.

B Support

 * Claude: Hey, Teach! Hold on a minute, OK? I’m gonna have this cleared up in no time.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: What are you doing?
 * Choice 2: Need some help?
 * Claude:
 * Choice 1 response: I came across a fascinating book about poisons, and so I wanted to try mixing one up myself.
 * Choice 2 response: Nah, that’s OK. I’ll be finished soon. I’m just in the middle of mixing up a new poison.
 * Claude: Aaand…done! What do you think of that, Teach? A colorless, odorless poison! Say…care to test it out for me?
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: Sure.
 * Choice 2: What does it do?
 * Claude:
 * Choice 1 response: Whoa, really?! Heh, actually, I was just kidding. If you drink this, in two days’ time you’ll have terrible, um…let’s call it stomach trouble.
 * Choice 2 response: In two days’ time you’ll have a terrible case of…let’s call it stomach trouble. It’s a peaceful poison, so you’ll live, but you’ll certainly be inconvenienced.


 * Claude: I hear your silent question, Teach. Why the delay? That’s so it can be used even if you don’t have access to the target when you need the poison to take effect. Um, naturally, I have no immediate plans for this stuff! I suppose I just felt like broadening the ol’ horizons a bit. When devising schemes, it’s best to have as many options at your disposal as possible. Expanding those options is kind of a hobby for me.

As a kid I spent a lot of time licking my wounds and coming up with schemes, trying to keep my nose out of trouble while plotting against my enemies. My parents always told me I wouldn’t grow stronger if I didn’t learn to fight my own battles. And so, in the end, I did. And I grew up to be as independent and self-reliant as my parents always wished for me to be. Lucky me, right?
 * Byleth: Why such a dangerous hobby?
 * Claude: Well, I grew up in an environment where it was necessary to think that way. It’s like I told you before, I wasn’t born into a life of luxury. Ever since I was a child, I’ve always been seen as…different from those around me. An outsider of sorts. I’ve been resented and hated. There have even been attempts on my life. I don’t believe I’ve earned such treatment, but that’s how it goes for people like me.
 * Byleth: I don’t think of you as an outsider.
 * Claude: Thanks, Teach. You know, in many ways I’m just a normal person like everyone else. But in the right environment, anyone could be seen as an outsider. It can become…overwhelming. That’s why I kept running. Kept fighting.


 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: You’ve been through a lot.
 * Choice 2: You grew up well.

On the bright side, that’s also part of the reason that I find you so interesting.
 * Claude: If anyone knows what I’m talking about, it must be you. Eh, Teach? I get the feeling you know what it’s like to be an outsider. The moment I first laid eyes on you, I knew you weren’t like everyone else. People don’t care for folks like that… You’d do well to watch your back.

B+ Support

 * Claude: Hey, Teach. Do you believe in gods? I don't necessarily mean the goddess of the Seiros religion. Just... gods in general. Do you believe that incredible beings who control the fates of all really exist?
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: I do.
 * Choice 2: I do not.
 * Claude:
 * Choice 1 Response: Huh. That's not the answer I was expecting. Though, honestly, I've recently become a bit of a believer myself.
 * Choice 2 Response: Yeah, I didn't think so. I never used to believe in that sort of thing either.
 * Claude: I've always hated the idea of praying to a god. After all, you can only really rely on yourself. I still believe that. You can't win a war by leaving your fate in the hands of a god. Only tangible facts can really decide a war. Which side has the most troops, the best tactics, the better organization and planning. Of course, miracles can happen. And by that, I mean things that are completely outside of your control. Things that only seem to add up if you believe in the concept of fate... Things like... well, meeting you, for example.
 * Byleth: What do you mean?
 * Claude: You just seem sort of... impossible. I think everyone would agree with that. You can wield the Sword of the Creator, you're a tactical genius, and you have this strange ability to earn the trust of anyone you cross paths with. Before I met you, I never imagined that it was possible for someone like you to exist.
 * Claude: And yet, now that I know you, your presence in my life has quickly become invaluable. In fact, it's hard to imagine making my dreams come true without your help. Because of that, I can't believe for a second that our meeting was just a coincidence. That means it must have been fate. Maybe it was a miracle. Or maybe some god empathized with me and my dreams.
 * Byleth: Some god?
 * Claude: Again, I don't mean the goddess of Fódlan. Though... I suppose it may be hard for you to grasp what I'm talking about. People all over the world have different ideas about who or what the gods are, right? Even in distant lands across the ocean or over the mountains...
 * Claude: They have gods who see the world as a whole, who don't care about Fódlan's borders... Who don't meddle in our affairs. Who don't grant life or take it away. And maybe, sometimes, they'll make a miracle happen. A god like that... That's the sort of god I think I could believe in.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: I don't understand.
 * Choice 2: I think I understand.
 * Claude:
 * Choice 1 Response: Well, it doesn't really matter. Maybe gods like that only exist in my own head.
 * Choice 2 Response: Careful, Teach! You'll anger the followers of Seiros if you say things like that.
 * Claude: I'm just speaking my mind, that's all. I think people should be free to believe in whatever gods they want. If a person believes in a god and that god becomes a support system to them, that's a good thing. That's what a god should be. Anyway... Maybe I've overstepped it.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: It doesn't matter.
 * Choice 2: You have.
 * Claude:
 * Choice 1 Response: I knew you'd understand.
 * Choice 2 Response: Sheesh, no need to take offense! I just thought you might understand how I feel.
 * Claude: In any case, let's keep this conversation between the two of us, yeah?

A Support

 * Claude: Oh, hey there. What are you doing up at this hour?


 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: I couldn't sleep.
 * Choice 2: I could ask you the same question.


 * Claude:
 * Choice 1 Response: Is that right? I guess the more you have to think about, the harder it is to fall asleep.
 * Choice 2 Response: My brain's just... busy. Thoughts keep moving around and around in there, and meanwhile my eyes are wide open.
 * Claude: At times like this, I just gaze up at the stars to clear my head. I've been that way since I was a kid. Looking up at the big, starry sky makes my dreams feel small... which makes it feel like I can actually make them come true. I didn't believe in gods when I was a kid. Maybe that's because the night sky took their place for me.
 * Hey, Teach... Will you talk with me a while? I bet you've figured this out, but I wasn't born in Fódlan. Where I come from, the people of Fódlan are looked down on as cowards. Technically, that cowardice runs in my veins. On my mother's side, anyway. That's why the people who were around me when I was growing up thought of me as an outsider. But I don't believe the people of Fódlan are cowards. That kind of perspective is just based on ignorance.
 * The person from Fódlan who I know best is my mother. She fell in love with a man from the wrong side of the border and had the guts to leave home to pursue that love. I always threw that in the faces of anyone who tried to make a fool of me. My mother is proof the people of Fódlan aren't all cowards.
 * Just saying that doesn't achieve anything, though. I need to destroy the prejudices that have taken root in my homeland. That's why I came here, to see Fódlan with my own eyes. I thought I might be able to find a new perspective that could help me change things.
 * And what did I find? That the people here view anyone who's an outsider as a beast of sorts. I was shocked. Even though our cultures and beliefs are completely different, our two lands have that much in common. That's when I realized the only way to change things is to bring the whole world together and start anew. That's the dream I've been working towards since I first entered the Officers Academy five years ago. To unify the Alliance, and then all of Fódlan, and to bring a new set of values to this new land of mine... After that, I'd expand that vision to the rest of the world. Break down the walls and let a new perspective come rushing in! Start all over!
 * Do you think that's just a crazy pipe dream? Or a brilliant ambition?


 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: Can you make that pipe dream come true?
 * Choice 2: Can you rise to the challenge of that brilliant ambition?
 * Claude: Not too long ago, I would have said that it was too much for me to accomplish on my own. But that's not how I feel anymore. And that's because I have you on my side now. Lately, I've spent a lot of time thinking about how I wouldn't have made it this far without you. You and me, Teach. We can go anywhere. Do anything. I hope you'll always walk in step with me... At least until the day comes when we can look out at the peaceful world we've built. Together.

S Support

 * Claude: Sorry for calling you out here like this. I wanted to talk, just the two of us. First of all, I wanted to say thank you for all your hard work. It seems like our long struggle may finally be coming to an end.
 * Byleth: Do you think it's really the end?
 * Claude: The way forward will certainly be rough. Right now, Fódlan is like a newborn. Frail and easily upset. If we don't create a new ruling system soon, the Empire and Kingdom will descend into chaos. The coronation ceremony is the first step. Only then will Fódlan truly be a single, united land. I'm sorry that I won't be by your side at such an important event, but I'm certain you'll do great.
 * Byleth: You won't be there?!
 * Claude: I must return to my homeland. As for ruling this new, unified land... Well, I'll leave that to you.
 * Byleth: ...
 * Claude: The Fódlan blood that flows in my veins... I've made use of it as best I could. Now I've got to use my other bloodline to change my homeland for the better. I have royal connections there too, insignificant as they may be. It's time for me to struggle all over again and see what good I can do. If I don't change things in both Fódlan and the lands beyond, I'll never set eyes on the kind of world I've dreamed of creating.
 * Byleth: I can't be a ruler.
 * Claude: You're the successor Rhea appointed, aren't you? And now you're also the hero who saved Fódlan. All those weak people who have nothing to cling to but their goddess... They'll rely on you just like they used to rely on Rhea. You'll be a leader all who are struggling to survive in war-torn lands can look up to. And I... I want a ruler who can lay down a new set of values for the people. Values that don't exclude anyone for being different. I know it's a lot to ask. But you're the only one who can do it.
 * Byleth: ...
 * Claude: I have something else to ask. Please... I hope you'll accept this. When I first saw you wield the Sword of the Creator, I wanted to use your power to my advantage. I wanted to use you to make my dream of a new world come true. But before long, I realized what I really wanted was to see that new world... with you by my side.
 * I still feel that way, you know. I always will. That's why I have to leave. But nothing will stop me from coming back. There's no way I'm gonna let you go. You know that, don't you?
 * Thank you... For everything. I'll be back before you know it. We'll only be apart for a short while. And now... I'm off to cross Fódlan's Throat.
 * I love you. With everything I am. And the next time we see each other... it will be at the dawn of a whole new world. A peaceful, happy world.

C Support

 * Lorenz: Professor. I understand that you were looking to speak with me. Perhaps you would like some insight on how to write your next lecture? While I do have a great many ideas, it would be inappropriate to - Oh? Am i mistaken? If that's the case, then what can I do for you?
 * Byleth: It's about the female students.
 * Lorenz: The ladies have complained? To you? About me? Preposterous. There must be some mistake. I am the heir of the noble House Gloucester. It is bred in me to treat all people with respect. Rest assured, you will not find anyone more upstanding than yours truly. Perhaps the issue is that the splendor of my noble presence is driving the ladies to distraction! If that is the crime, I do confess. I hope I've not troubled the ladies' hearts unduly.
 * Byleth: It is your advances they seem to find troubling.
 * Lorenz: Outrageous! That's absurd! Who would dare to allege such slander?!
 * Byleth: A number of female students, actually.
 * Lorenz: Of all the... Well I suppose I have offered several of them the honor of dining with me. It is impossible to tell if even the most well-bred young lady is a suitable companion for me merely by the sight of her. So in order for us to get to know each other properly, it is appropriate that we dine together. Thus far they have all declined, oddly enough. For some reason they seem to be exercising some form of restraint while speaking with me. I would never insist, of course. But I will admit I have, on occasion, after a day's pause, issued repeat invitations - in the fashion and style of a gentleman.
 * Byleth: That is the problem.
 * Lorenz: What?! Ridiculous! Dinner invitations from me, a problem? The very idea! I am a perfect gentleman. The son of a noble line! I've a wit like a rapier! And it takes but a glance to see that I'm gorgeous! No, I cannot believe such a thing. Are you sure this isn't the result of some sort of scheme? It cannot be otherwise. Someone has clearly devised a conspiracy against me. Someone who envies my position, who seeks to soil my sterling reputation with foul rumors. How cruel. Please, Professor. It is beneath you to fall victim to such petty and obscene tactics. I implore you to take greater care in the future. Now, if you will excuse me, I have a great deal of work to do. Farewell.
 * Byleth: ...

B Support

 * Lorenz: Professor. Have you been looking for me again? I am very busy, you know. I must insist that disruptions for lighthearted chats of this kind be kept to a minimum.
 * Byleth: I've been getting more complaints.
 * Lorenz: What did I tell you about falling victim to such salacious and slanderous rumors? As I've told you, there is obviously a conspiracy against me. There is no manner in which I could possibly be considered bothersome.
 * Byleth: The girls actually do seem bothered.
 * Lorenz: Professor, I assure you. You have been deceived. My adversary has poisoned the hearts of these ladies against me. The plot goes deeper than I thought...
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: There is no conspiracy. This is real.
 * Choice 2: You need to control yourself.
 * Choice 3: This could become a serious issue.
 * Lorenz: But - Ah if you truly do insist... Please understand, Professor. I am not some scoundrel out for conquest. I am attempting to fulfill my duty as heir of House Gloucester. It is my responsibility to continue our noble line by finding a suitable lady to be my wife. It is a rigorous process. My family has the very highest standards for appearance, grace, temperament, and pedigree.
 * Byleth: So, commoners are excluded?
 * Lorenz: Typically yes, even if others are sometimes critical of that notion. For the nobility, marriage is not merely a union of individuals. It is also a union of families. It would not benefit the House Gloucester to be tied to a family of powerless commoners, would it? To achieve supremacy, it is necessary for my line to be tied to that of an influential family. That is the best path and prosperity for all. So, as you can see, the future of the Alliance rests on my shoulders.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: That's a remarkable responsibility.
 * Choice 2: That's quite an obligation.
 * Lorenz:
 * Choice 1 response: It is nothing out of the ordinary. Those of us with noble blood are born to this duty, you know.
 * Choice 2 response: If it is a burden, it is one I am all too familiar with. We nobles are born to this duty.
 * Lorenz: That being said, to avoid misunderstandings, I shall restrain myself until things calm down. I would rather not cause trouble for you, after all.

A Support

 * Lorenz: Well met, Professor. I trust that you've not had any complaints about me lately?
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: Thankfully, no.
 * Choice 2: I haven't. Should I be worried?
 * Lorenz:
 * Choice 1 response: Good. For any trouble I may have caused, please accept my most humble apology.
 * Choice 2 response: Do you find it concerning that I've ceased making advances toward the ladies?
 * Lorenz: I've decided that it would be inappropriate for me to continue my search for a spouse while we are at war. I expect that means you will not be receiving any more complaints. I hope that puts you at ease. Actually, the introspection I've gained setting aside my search has motivated me to amend my conduct.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: Embarrassed about your past behavior?
 * Choice 2: Finally admitting your conduct was a problem?
 * Lorenz: Not the phrasing I'd choose, but you're not wrong. Selfishly pursuing my own desires caused me to behave inconsiderably. For instance, it was arrogant and rude to invite ladies to dine with me purely to evaluate them. Our experiences in battle have also given me cause to doubt certain preconceptions I once held. Previously, I had considered it a requirement for my future spouse to come from a noble line. I once thought that commoners lacked the power to influence the wider world, as history might suggest. To find a commoner who made a real impact, one has to look all the way back to Nemesis. That was my belief, at any rate. But I realized that I have actually had an influential commoner right in front of me all along.
 * Byleth: Who?
 * Lorenz: Don't you see? I'm referring to you. You may wield the power of a Crest, but you are so much more than just that. You have managed to charm everyone around you. To compel them to trust and follow you. Though you may not realize it, that is no mean feat. It is altering the course of history in Fódlan! Your example puts my prior beliefs to shame.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: There's nothing to be ashamed of.
 * Choice 2: Your beliefs weren't completely wrong.
 * Lorenz: I appreciate the kind words. I have always sought to embody the ideal of nobility. That, at least, i a goal I continue to stand by. But now I know that bloodlines alone is not sufficient to gauge a person's worth. I've learned much of this from you. You are humble and open-minded, despite your power and skill. That is why I, at least, find you so charismatic. Perhaps that is the wrong way to say it. What I mean is that you set an admirable example. I can only hope someday to be your equal. Of course, you had better keep an eye on me, because I can achieve anything I set out to do. For I am none other than the handsome and talented Lorenz Hellman Gloucester!

S Support

 * Lorenz: You actually came. I wasn't sure you'd find the time. You often asked me to meet with you, but this is the first time it has been the other way around.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: That was a difficult time.
 * Choice 2: It's nostalgic to think about.
 * Lorenz: I know I gave you something of a headache. Please forgive my youthful impropriety. Now that the war is finally over, it seems I am able to resume my search for a suitable wife.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: You do have that look in your eye.
 * Choice 2: Any leading contenders?
 * Lorenz:
 * Choice 1 response: I suppose I do, don't I? But I am not the same man I once was.
 * Choice 2 response: Just one.
 * Lorenz: Pedigree and status are no longer priorities for me. I now know that what matters most is the worth of an individual's soul. And there is only one person who calls to my heart. One whose incredible qualities outshine all others. That person...is you.
 * Byleth: It's abut time.
 * Lorenz: You expected this all along?! Am I that predictable?! I'd hoped to surprise you! I cannot believe I've made such a terrible blunder! Even so! Surely you have some reply beyond that?!
 * Byleth: I'm sorry. That was inconsiderate.
 * Lorenz: No, I should apologize. I've gone and made you flustered. How abominably rude. Please don't fret about it. I'm no longer the type of person to get upset over others' manners. Do you remember when I said you were charismatic? By that time, I had already become unable to imagine anyone but you as my partner. But I did not feel I was your equal. Since then, I have worked tirelessly to improve. To become a man truly worthy of you. What do you think? Have I finally managed it?
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: You have.
 * Choice 2: You were already worthy.
 * Lorenz:
 * Choice 1 response: Ah--I'm so glad. To hear you say that makes all the effort worth it.
 * Choice 2 response: I...I was?
 * Lorenz: In that case, please hear my humble proposal. I want nothing more than to be yours, now and for all time. Will you do me this great honor?
 * Byleth: I will. I love you, Lorenz.
 * Lorenz: You will? You do?! Yes, of course this should happen! Not even if you scoured all of Fódlan could you find a partner more worthy of you! Or my name isn't Lorenz Hellman Gloucester! Hahaha! In any case... I swear to do my utmost to make you happy. And together we will make this world a better place.

C Support

 * Hilda: Hey, Professor! What are you doing, daydreaming in a place like this? It's lucky. As spacey as you are, you're always reliable in a pinch.


 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: I wasn't daydreaming.
 * Choice 2: You were daydreaming too.


 * Hilda:
 * Choice 1 Response: Sure. Then what were you thinking about?
 * Choice 2 Response: Ha! Not as much as you!
 * Hilda: It's hard to tell what's going on in that skull of yours. Your expression is always blank. Come on... Smile! I was just playing around! Don't get mad. By the way, in the next battle, may I focus on logistical support... off the battlefield? There's no use having a weakling like me in the middle of the action. And it would bring down morale if I were killed.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: You're not a weakling.
 * Choice 2: I want you in the action.
 * Hilda: Have you even seen me, Professor? Look at these noodly little arms! I should be cheering everyone on from the sidelines. It'll certainly improve the boys' morale, don't you think?
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: Why aren't you taking this seriously?
 * Choice 2: Why don't you want to fight?
 * Hilda: Because even if I do, I won't be of any help. My big brother is the type of person who's supposed to be on the battlefield. For me, it's just a waste of energy. It's pointless. Everyone's cut out for something different. The right person for the right task, you know? Please, Professor? Keep me off the battlefield, and maybe I won't tell everyone you were daydreaming!

B Support

 * Hilda: Hey, Professor! There are a lot of hardworking people here at the academy, huh? Everyone focuses on training without even needing to be told. Maybe they think, "I must protect my friends, even if I have to risk my neck!"
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: You're not diligent enough.
 * Choice 2: You won't protect your friends?
 * Hilda:
 * Choice 1 Response: What?! I'm diligent! Everyone else is just... excessively diligent.
 * Choice 2 Response: Of course I'll try to protect them, but...
 * Hilda: I don't understand why anyone would want to risk their life for someone else. Why you die, no matter how you died, it's over. To me, it's more important to enjoy life. We only live once, after all. It's a waste to spend all your time working and being responsible, right?
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: No.
 * Choice 2: I'm not sure.
 * Hilda: Well, no matter what people may think, I'm going to keep being me. So, in our next battle, I'll support everyone from the sidelines!
 * Byleth: (Shakes head)
 * Hilda: Aw, come on! Please? How about I do something for you, as a way of saying thanks? Oh, I know! I'll let you join me for dinner in the city! Two pretty ladies strolling around town... I'm sure someone will treat us. OK, OK! Just think on it.

A Support

 * Hilda: Professor, I asked to be on the sidelines! Why'd you put me on the battlefield? You did protect me, so I guess I can't complain... Wait a second -- you're hurt! Did that happen when you were defending me?
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: Yes.
 * Choice 2: No.
 * Hilda:
 * Choice 1 Response: I thought so.
 * Choice 2 Response: You're lying.
 * Hilda: How could you be so reckless?! Perhaps you'll say that that's what friends do. They look out for each other, and save each other. But if I saw you getting attacked, I wouldn't risk my neck to save you.
 * Byleth: Yes, you would.
 * Hilda: No! Don't overestimate me. I don't know if I've told you this, Professor. I have a very impressive big brother. I'm not just saying that. He's strong, smart, nice. He's basically perfect. Before Claude turned up, people talked about him becoming the next leader of the Alliance. Anyway, my parents have high expectations for my brother, and he almost always meets them. No one expects anything of me. If something's even a little bit difficult, I find someone else to do it for me. That's what I've done my whole life.
 * Byleth: Are you scared of disappointing people?
 * Hilda: Of course! I can't stand the idea of not meeting someone's expectations. I know how people react when that happens. From watching my brother, I mean. People force their expectations on you, and then if you fail they look so... disappointed. Whenever that happens to my poor brother, he looks just devastated. So don't expect anything of me, please. That way, I can't disappoint you!
 * Byleth: I won't expect anything, but I believe in you.
 * Hilda: You're stubborn! OK, fine. Keep believing in me. I do want to support you and support my friends... I just don't want to let you down.

C Support

 * Raphael: Hngh... Hngh... Hngh... Ungh... Hngh... Hngh... Phew... Oh, Professor! Are you here to train?
 * Byleth: I came to train.
 * Raphael: I knew it! Gotta train daily.
 * Byleth: I came to check on you.
 * Raphael: You should join me. Training is more important than worrying about me.
 * Raphael: Legs, back, chest, arms, abs. Gotta work 'em all, right? I just finished training and I feel great. Check me out! Are my muscles bulging?
 * Byleth: I guess so?
 * Byleth: I'm not sure about that.
 * Raphael: Another day of training and my muscles are ready to burst! Bulging muscles mean strength. I have to be strong if I want to be a proper knight. And I have to eat if I wanna keep training. Time to feast!
 * Byleth: Isn't studying also important for a knight?
 * Raphael: Ah, way to hit me where it hurts, Professor. I know I'd be in big trouble if I don't train my brain too. Anyone who can't get tactics, can't be a proper knight. It's just... I'm no good at remembering that kind of stuff. And train my brain instead of my body makes me sleepy! What if I start training twice as hard? Then I should only have to study half as much, right?
 * Byleth: You'll never be a proper knight if you don't study.
 * Raphael: You really think so? I can't let that happen! I guess I have no choice. I'll prove I can do it! Wish me luck, Professor! For my training and for my studies!

B Support

 * Raphael: Great timing, Professor! I was just going to come find you.
 * Byleth: ...
 * Raphael: Are you busy? I have a question about formations. I don't understand them at all. Are the speed of battle and the terrain connected somehow? There's too much to memorize!
 * Byleth: You don't have to remember everything.
 * Raphael: I don't? Then what do I have to know? I think I understand the basics. To start, you just...
 * (Fade to black.)
 * Raphael: Ah! OK. I think I've got it! Thanks for the help, Professor! Brains and brawn, you've really got it all. With your help, I should have no trouble becoming a proper knight!
 * Byleth: Why do you want to be a knight?
 * Raphael: Huh? Didn't I tell you? My parents were merchants of the Alliance. They died in an an accident. That's why it's up to me to look after my little sis. I'm not great with bookkeeping, so I didn't think I'd make a good merchant. I talked to Grandpa and he suggested I become a knight. So I sold all our valuables and used the money to pay my way into the academy. My sis won't survive if I get kicked out, so I can't give up now!
 * Byleth: Had you no other options?
 * Byleth: Did you consider becoming a mercenary?
 * Raphael: I might have tried being a mercenary if I didn't have my little sis to look after. I probably shouldn't say this, but being a mercenary does sound like an easier life. Mercenaries have no responsibilities, and no one else to worry about. But someone's gotta take care of my little sis, so that's out of the question. Serving as a knight in a noble house is more secure, and you don't have to worry about dying...unless there's a war. My sis has been through so much. i don't want her to have to worry about me. Hey. Do you have any siblings, Professor?
 * Byleth: No.
 * Raphael: Then you probably think I'm missing out on my freedom, having to support her, huh? But, working hard for my sister isn't too bad. Call it a burden, call it a challenge. If it makes my sister happy, I'm happy too! You should ask your father to have some more kids! Anyway, that's why I've got to become a proper knight!

A Support

 * Raphael: Hey, Professor! I think you've been working too much lately. The battle's gonna keep going with or without you, but you're the one doing the most out there! It's real impressive how you can focus on giving orders and fighting! I don't think I could do both in the same battle. I see you running all over the place, even after the battle is over. I just don't want you to wear yourself out.
 * Byleth: I'll be OK.
 * Raphael: Oh yeah? As soon as you say you're fine, that's when it hits you.
 * Byleth: Maybe I am tired.
 * Raphael: You gotta take a break when you can. Even when you're feeling fine, it can suddenly hit you!
 * Raphael: No offense, Professor, but don't you think some folks might be taking advantage of you? Claude keeps asking you to do things, but you never say no. Like when you gave that speech to the troops. That didn't seem like something you wanted to do. I know you gotta follow orders on the battlefield, but you should have to do things off the battlefield fi you don't wanna.
 * Byleth: You've done things you don't want to do.
 * Raphael: What do you mean? Like studying? Sure it's not my favorite thing in the world, but that was to keep my little sis fed. I had good reason for it.
 * Byleth: It's the same for me.
 * Raphael: The same, huh? I think I get what you mean. You do things you don't wanna do for the sake of everyone else. That's real noble of you, Professor. I guess I can't get in your way if you're doing it for the right reason. OK, then. I'm gonna keep trying to do my best, but now I'm gonna do it for you. My little sis is important to me, but you're real important too. I always work hard for the people who matter to me. And having more of them in my life just means I gotta work even harder! What do you think?
 * Byleth: I think you're important to me too, Raphael.
 * Raphael: Really?! I wasn't expecting you to say that! You're gonna make me blush! We gotta keep working hard together then. At least until this war's over. I'll work hard to make sure you don't collapse from exhaustion! You've got nothing to worry about, Professor. I've been training nonstop. I got your back, no matter what!

C Support

 * Ignatz: Hm. Hmm...
 * Byleth: ...
 * Ignatz: Uhh... Mmm...
 * Byleth: ...
 * Ignatz: OK. I've decided on the composition.
 * Byleth: Composition?
 * Ignatz: That's right, the composition for my next paint... Wait! Professor? How long have you been standing there? You haven't been watching me, have you? Uh, no, I misspoke! Did I say painting? I meant to say, uh...
 * Byleth: You paint?
 * Ignatz: Well, I've thought for a while that it might be nice to paint the scenery here. The contours of that tree, set against the stark shapes of the faraway peaks... Of course, I only paint after I've finished my chores. I'd never put my at before my responsibilities! My studies are paramount. I shall always uphold my duties as a student of the Officers Academy! Whereas art is...a hobby of mine, you might say. Everyone has hobbies, right? I'm sure you have one.
 * Byleth: No, none.
 * Byleth: Nothing comes to mind.
 * Ignatz: Oh! Well, perhaps it's different for you, Professor. But it's perfectly normal for people to have hobbies. Reading, for instance. Or fishing, or taking midday naps. For me, it's making art. Hobbies are healthy! They're a good way of relieving stress. You might consider taking up a hobby, Professor. Anything to clear your mind. Think about it. It's much easier to focus if you're feeling refreshed. There isn't a rule against hobbies, is there? If you tell me to stop, I'll stop. I shall never again put brush to canvas!
 * Byleth: That's not what I'm saying.
 * Byleth: Paint as much as you like.
 * Ignatz: Really? It's OK for me to paint? Well... I mean, if you're sure. But really, it's nothing more than a little diversion. A frivolous pastime. Um, I think I ought to go back to my quarters now, if it's all the same to you.

B Support

 * Ignatz: All right, time to sneak off and do some painting... Professor! S-such lovely weather today, huh? I was, ah, just about to go for a walk.
 * Byleth: Why are you bringing paper?
 * Ignatz: What, this? No, it's uh... Oh, I'm sorry, Professor. I'll admit it. I was going to do some painting. You remember the place where we talked before? I've been painting the scenery there. I'm still keeping up with my academics and training, of course! I just painting my spare time as a change of pace.
 * Byleth: I'm not accusing you.
 * Ignatz: Oh. You're not? Ah, well, yes, I suppose you're not.
 * Byleth: You don't have to hide it.
 * Ignatz: Oh. I don't? Ah, well, yes. Maybe you're right.
 * Ignatz: I may have gotten ahead of myself. I'm sorry for panicking there. Honestly...I'm just worried that my father will find out that I've been painting.
 * Byleth: I'm not going to tell him.
 * Ignatz: Of course. Why would you go out of your way to tell him that? Completely illogical of me. But it seems I've developed a bit of complex about it. My father's not a fan of my artistic pastime, you see. We're a merchant family, and my older brother is set to inherit the business. As for me, my father decided I should be a knight. That's why I'm at the academy. Painting won't help me become a knight. It's a waste of time...
 * Byleth: Is that why you feel guilty about it?
 * Ignatz: Well, yes. I feel like I'm betraying my parents. I hear that business has been slow for them over the past few years. If I become a knight for an influential noble house, I could use my connections to help support them. My father was determined to send me here. He must have been, considering the enormous amount of money he spent. I don't think I'm well suited to being a knight. My parents sent me to the academy for their sake, not my own. When I think about how hard my family is working just to stay in business, how can I sit idly by? All of which is just to say that painting will have to remain my little hobby, nothing more. Not that I could make a career out of it, even if I want to. That's just a fantasy.

A Support
(Byleth nods)
 * Ignatz: How incredible. What a striking color. Ah, Professor! Look at this stone. Such a brilliant blue. You don't normally find stones like this around here. I ought to grind it down. I wonder if it would still be the same color.
 * Byleth: Why would you grind it down?
 * Ignatz: To make pigment for my art! Good supplies don't come cheap. I prefer to make my own. Blue is especially expensive. How fortunate that I chanced upon this remarkable blueness! Oh, I'm sorry. There I go again, blathering on and on about painting.
 * Byleth: Well, it's just a hobby, right?
 * Ignatz: Oh yes, but I know that I can get rather caught up in it and, ah, enthusiastic. You know, Professor, no matter how impassioned I become about my art, you never hold it against me. One could argue that I'm better off preparing for our next battle. I am becoming a knight.
 * Byleth: Wouldn't you rather become an artist?
 * Byleth: You should become an artist.
 * Ignatz: Oh, Professor. Please don't say things like that. I gave up on my artistic dreams long ago. To support my family, I will be a knight. That's that.
 * Byleth: Will you regret that choice?
 * Ignatz: No. I know it's the right thing to do.
 * Byleth: You'll regret that choice.
 * Ignatz: No, I won't. I'm doing the right thing.
 * Ignatz: I'll continue with my art as a hobby. I don't think I could ever give it up. When I see something beautiful, I can't suppress the urge to paint it. I don't have a choice. And if my art can bring happiness to even one person, that's good enough for me.
 * Byleth: As long as you're sure.
 * Ignatz: ...Professor, I have a favor to ask. I'm painting a portrait right now. When it's finished, I'd like to give the piece to you. Would you take it? Perhaps it can bring you a little happiness. That will have made the effort well worth it.
 * Ignatz: Oh, excellent! Is that a promise? Because I'm really going to put my heart into it. Ah, that is. I'm going to enjoy partaking in this casual hobby of mine!

C Support

 * Marianne: Dear Goddess, I ask for guidance... 
 * Marianne: ...
 * Marianne: Professor! I suppose you came by to pray too?
 * Byleth: That's right.
 * Marianne: I see. That's why I'm here too.
 * Byleth: Just passing by.
 * Marianne: I see. Well that's why I'm here.

(Marianne leaves)
 * Byleth: What were you praying for?
 * Marianne: Oh, um. Nothing specific. I only call upon the goddess to give thanks, or perhaps to ask for protection. Anyhow, I should be on my way.
 * Byleth: Do you have a moment to chat?
 * Marianne: Um. OK... ...I'm sorry. I don't really know what to say. I'm not very good at taking to people. The truth is, I didn't interact with people all too often before I came here.
 * Byleth: Why is that?
 * Marianne: Oh, um, no particular reason. I'm simply not very good at it. That's just how I am.
 * Byleth: Don't worry about it.
 * Marianne: Ah! Um. Thank you. I'm sorry. You shouldn't waste your time worrying about me. Please, just ignore me. I, um, have to be going now. Good-bye, Professor!
 * Byleth: I'm sorry to have disturbed you.
 * Marianne: No! No need to apologize. Thank you. I'm sorry. You shouldn't waste your time worrying about me. Please, just ignore me. I, um, have to be going now. Good-bye, Professor!
 * Byleth: ...

B Support

 * Marianne: Um... Professor! There's something I need to say...
 * Byleth: I'm happy to listen.
 * Marianne: Thank you.
 * Byleth: This isn't like you.
 * Marianne: Ah, sorry...
 * Marianne: How should I put this... I don't seem to be getting along with everyone. I don't contribute much either. Am I a nuisance to you, Professor? If so, I'll leave. Of course, my adoptive father may not understand, but if I must...
 * Byleth: Your adoptive father?
 * Marianne: Oh, my adoptive father is one of the new nobles of the Alliance. His territory is to the north. He was a distant relative who took me in after my parents vanished. He's blessed with great drive and ambition. Some may go so far as to call it avarice. He wishes to marry me off to a powerful noble. That's why he sent me to the academy. If I left now, I'm sure he'd have a strong opinion about it. Ah, sorry. I strayed away from the topic. I'm not good at telling stories either.
 * Byleth: I understand.
 * Marianne: Ah, good. I'm glad.
 * Byleth: You were saying?
 * Marianne: Oh, of course. Where was I?
 * Marianne: So, as I was saying... Are you sure I'm not bothering you, Professor?
 * Byleth: You're no bother at all.
 * Marianne: Oh! I'm so grateful to hear you say that.
 * Byleth: I'm not complaining.
 * Marianne: But, um...
 * Marianne: What I'm trying to say is...you should keep your distance. I'm more trouble than I'm worth.
 * Byleth: I won't agree to that.
 * Marianne: You only say that because you don't know the real me. I'm sorry. I have to go!
 * Byleth: ...

A Support

 * Marianne: Dear Goddess, I ask for guidance...
 * Marianne: ...
 * Marianne: Professor. You're always watching over me, aren't you?
 * Byleth: Of course.


 * Marianne: I've spent my whole life avoiding people. Speaking to others was so difficult for me, so I made a point to always be alone. Animals and the goddess were the only ones I could really open up to. Do you remember the time you asked me what it was I prayed for?
 * Byleth: Thanks and protection?


 * Marianne: Yes, but that wasn't the case. Back then, I felt that my life served no purpose and that I was nothing more than a burden. In truth, I was beginning the goddess to take me to her. That was my daily prayer. But now I fear the idea of dying and being left alone. I have friends who accept me for who I am now, in spite of my Crest. And I have you watching over me. I've finally learned to accept the kindness and warmth of others. It's because of you, Professor. Because of you, I've decided to live.
 * Byleth: ...


 * Marianne: I'm sorry to have worried you, but I'm all right now. Even if I'm separated from you or any of my friends... The memories I've made here will give me the strength to continue on!
 * Byleth: You should look to the future instead of the past.
 * Marianne: Um...
 * Byleth: From now on, we'll look to the future... together.
 * Marianne: Oh! I'm sure I'll have the strengh to move forward if we're together!

C Support

 * Leonie: Phew... Oh, Professor! Are you training too? I was just about to finish up, but if you want to join in, I can stick around a while longer.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: You don't have to stay just for me
 * Choice 2: I might be here a while
 * Leonie: Oh, no. It's fine! Just do your thing. Don't mind me. Come on. Don't be shy.
 * *transition*
 * Leonie: Phew! I'm beat...but we're finally done.
 * Byleth: You didn't have to stay for my whole routine.
 * Leonie: I was...already training when you got here, and I...finished right alongside you... Guess I...outlasted you, huh?
 * Byleth: It's not a competition.
 * Leonie: Speak for yourself! I'm always looking to improve. By the way, Professor. Something I wanted to ask.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: Let's hear it, then.
 * Choice 2: Ask me whatever you want.
 * Leonie: Are you really Captain Jeralt's kid?
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: I don't know.
 * Choice 2: That's what I'm told.
 * Leonie: That's a pretty detached tone to take about your own family. What's your opinion of him, then? You must look up to him, at least?
 * Byleth: I respect him, of course.
 * Leonie: Hm. It doesn't sound like you really appreciate him. You didn't even know until you came here that he used to lead the Knights of Seiros, did you? If it weren't for him, you wouldn't be half the person you are now. You've probably never even thought about how lucky you are. Ugh! OK, this really bothers me! Listen up. I don't care if you're the teacher and I'm the student. I'm going to outshine you. I know you were some famous mercenary before you came here, but let me tell you something... I'm going to be better than you ever were! In fact, I'll surpass you in no time at all, so don't blink. You might miss it.
 * Byleth: ...

B Support

 * Leonie: Hey, Professor. Got a minute? Look, I'm sorry I snapped at you. I didn't mean to lose my temper. I was rude to you. I should have known better.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: It's all right.
 * Choice 2: I wasn't offended.
 * Leonie: Hah. I thought you might say that. In that way, you're just like Captain Jeralt. You accept other people. You don't let petty details get under your skin.
 * Byleth: How do you know my father?
 * Leonie: Well, when I was a kid, I kind of latched on to him. I've been calling myself his apprentice ever since. He spent some time in the village I grew up in. Actually, you weren't with him back then. Why not?
 * Byleth: I don't remember.
 * Leonie: Huh. Maybe he left you with a relative or something. Anyway, back then, Jeralt's job was to deal with poachers—well, they were bandits—but we called them poachers. Nobody in the village could stand up to them. But your dad? He took them on like it was nothing. I was so impressed! All I could think was how amazing mercenaries were. I'd lived in that tiny village my whole life, so to me, Captain Jeralt was nothing short of a legend. So I went right up to him, and I told him I was going to be his apprentice. He didn't stick around long after that, but he did teach me a lot while he was with us. Tactics, strategy, training routines—it was all so new and exciting! So after he left, I kept at it. Kept training. Just like he taught me.
 * Byleth: I'm glad you got to see him again.
 * Leonie: Me too. I always planned to meet him again, once I became a top-tier mercenary. But I'm just glad I got to see him. To thank him properly and all. I've spent my whole life working to become a great mercenary like your father. There were so many times when I wanted to ask his advice, but I couldn't. I just had to make do. That's how I've made it this far. Just hard work, all on my own. But then you come along... And it's like you don't appreciate Captain Jeralt at all, or how lucky you were to have him around your whole life! Ugh! It still really bothers me! You might be his kid, but I'm still his best apprentice! Got it?!
 * Byleth: ...

A Support

 * Leonie: Hey, Professor. Can we talk? I feel terrible about the last time we spoke. I was trying to apologize, and just ended up losing my temper again. I'm really sorry.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: It's all right.
 * Choice 2: I don't mind.
 * Leonie: I figured you'd say that, but I still feel like an idiot. Somehow, I just have a hard time keeping my feelings in check around you. And I think if I don't just tell you what I'm thinking, we'll never be able to have a normal conversation. So, let me clear the air. I want us to, uh...engage...
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: Engage in what? A duel?
 * Choice 2: You want to get engaged?!
 * Leonie:
 * Choice 1: Yeah! Exactly.
 * Choice 2: Yeah, I—wait, what?! No! I mean in a duel!


 * Leonie:I know it's a sudden thing to ask, but I'm not going to feel settled until I know where I stand. Would you do that for me?


 * Byleth: All right.
 * Leonie: Good. Don't hold back, OK? I want to see you at your absolute best!
 * *transition*
 * Leonie: Phew! You got me. I'm completely outmatched...
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: Sorry.
 * Choice 2: You held your own.
 * Leonie:
 * Choice 1: No, don't apologize! This is what I needed.
 * Choice 2: Maybe, but you were definitely stronger. Honestly, that's what I needed to see.


 * Leonie: You're a true successor to Captain Jeralt's style of swordplay. I almost felt like you were him. I thought I was competing with you...but that's as pointless as competing against him would've been. So instead of that, I'm going to focus on keeping the promise I made to him.


 * Byleth: What promise?
 * Leonie: Captain Jeralt said that, if anything should happen to him, I'd have to support you in his place. He didn't sound serious at the time, but it was right before he...you know. Before we lost him. So, I've decided. I'd like to do just what he said. I know I'm not as strong as I need to be. But I swear to you...I'll train until I am. What do you say? Can I call you my employer?
 * Byleth: I know I can count on you.
 * Leonie: Yes! It's official! I'll protect you, no matter what!

C Support

 * Rhea: Welcome, Professor. This is the first time I have welcomed you here, is it not? There is no need to be nervous. Please, come closer. When you speak with me here in this room, you are not speaking with the archbishop, but with Rhea. It's just me.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: Understood.
 * Choice 2: I'm still nervous.
 * Rhea:
 * Choice 1: Such a sweet child.
 * Choice 2:
 * Rhea: Oh, my apologies. I should not be treating you like a child. As Jeralt's kin, somehow you don't seem at all a stranger to me... Speaking of Jeralt, may I ask if he ever spoke of me to you?
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: He never mentioned you.
 * Choice 2: He said you were frightening.
 * Choice 3: He said you were incredible.
 * Rhea:
 * Choice 1:
 * Choice 2: My, but that does sound like something Jeralt would say. However, one would be remiss to not take circumstance into consideration. In order to rise to the role of archbishop, one must maintain an unbiased approach to judgement. It oft requires a certain sternness of words and actions. However... I believe that the person who stands before you now is no longer frightening. At least...that is my hope. (Positive relationship gain)
 * Choice 3: Hm, is that so? Unfortunately, I am unable to believe that such words fell from Jeralt's lips. I want you to know that you are free to speak candidly. There is no need to spare me from the truth, however harsh it may be.
 * Rhea: Since you are here, shall I tell you about the Jeralt that I knew? By the look of it, you haven't heard much about his time at the monastery, have you? When I first met Jeralt, he was quite young. Why, he could not even grow a full beard at that point! On fateful occasion, the band of mercenaries he belonged to fought alongside the Knights of Seiros. I was traveling with the knights at the time, and Jeralt jumped in front of an attack meant for me. He was gravely wounded. On the verge of death. I tended to his wounds in a desperate attempt to save his life. Thankfully, my efforts were not in vain. Jeralt managed to escape a seemingly certain death. I made arrangements for him to receive further care at Garreg Mach. The moment he was deemed fully recovered, I invited him to join the knights.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: I didn't know... Thank you for telling me. (Positive relationship gain)
 * Choice 2: He never told me...
 * Rhea:
 * Choice 1: Well, it is not a story I have often repeated.
 * Choice 2:
 * Rhea: Even at the monastery, there are not many who know that. I tell you this because...to me, you are the child of the one who saved my life all those years ago. And also...
 * Byleth: Yes?
 * Rhea: Never mind. It is nothing. I simply wanted to say that I trust you. By coming to visit with me today, you have... Well... Suffice it to say that my day is brighter than it otherwise would have been. I thank you for that.

B Support

 * Rhea: Hello, Professor. It is so nice to see you here. It brings me great joy to now that you wished to visit with me again. I have this odd feeling that recently you've been trying to avoid me...
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: That isn't so.
 * Choice 2: Maybe.
 * Rhea:
 * Choice 1: I am relieved to hear that.
 * Choice 2: Yes, I thought as much.
 * Rhea: In any case, I am delighted by this opportunity to speak with you again. My, how laughable I must seem! I imagine you must be dumbstruck by how unbecoming my behavior is for the archbishop of all of Fódlan...
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: Quite unbecoming.
 * Choice 2: I'm sorry to have made you feel that way.
 * Rhea:
 * Choice 1: Such brusque manners! You must get those from your father.
 * Choice 2: Oh, please do not waste your apologies on me. I am, perhaps, oversensitive. But thank you all the same. You are very kind.
 * Rhea: In any case, how are you feeling? Have you experienced anything strange since you began wielding the Sword of the Creator?
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: Can't say that I have.
 * Choice 2: What do you mean?
 * Rhea:
 * Choice 1: Oh, I am glad. There are so many legends about that blade. I was worried that carrying it may result in some strange side effect.
 * Choice 2:
 * Rhea: Has there really been nothing odd? A tightness in your chest? Strange dreams? Anything of the sort?
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: I'm fine.
 * Choice 2: Actually... I have had strange dreams lately.
 * Choice 3: Actually, there is a young girl...
 * Rhea:
 * Choice 1:
 * Choice 2: Strange dreams, you say? Hm. They may very well have something to do with that Relic of yours.
 * Choice 3: So you saw a young girl? And she appeared to you like a phantom? I'm afraid I can't explain such an occurrence, but it may very well have something to do with that Relic of yours.
 * Rhea: Please know that you are welcome to come to me about anything. I am here for you, always. By the way... When I see you at work, giving such splendid guidance to all of your students... I want you to know that it brings me great joy, as though I, myself, am receiving the benefit of your kindness.

A Support

 * Rhea: Hello there. I've been waiting for you. If you would, please allow me a closer look at your face. Those beautiful, shining eyes... And silken hair, so similar to my own...
 * Byleth: ...
 * Rhea: Oh dear, please excuse my rudeness. I forgot myself for a moment. It is only that we haven't had a chance to speak privately since you were blessed with the power of the goddess. I hope I have not caused you any discomfort.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: Not at all.
 * Choice 2: It was comforting.
 * Choice 3: Please don't do that again.
 * Rhea:
 * Choice 1:
 * Choice 2: Oh? I do not know what to say!
 * Choice 3:
 * Rhea: I am overjoyed that you feel that way, but... Well, to be frank, that is not like you, is it? Still, no matter how I wish to strengthen the bonds between us, it is important that I not overstep.
 * Byleth:
 * Our bonds?
 * Rhea: Yes. As souls blessed by a connection to the progenitor god, the bonds between us are truly unbreakable. Just as the goddess blessed you with her own power... I, too, received her divine protection. Long, long ago. Though different, our fates are entwined.
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: I understand.
 * Choice 2: I don't understand.
 * Rhea:
 * Choice 1: You say that now, but I am certain there is much you still wish to know. To that end, know that truth has a way of revealing itself, in time.
 * Choice 2: Yes, I am certain there is much you still don't understand. Just know that truth has a way of revealing itself, in time.
 * Rhea: If you experience any further changes, please know that you can rely on me to guide you. Seteth and Flayn are also here to support you however, they can. Dear child... May the goddess protect you, always.

S Support

 * Rhea: As I soared through the sky... I spoke with my mother. Tell me... Is it wrong for me to be happy that I escaped death?
 * Byleth:
 * Choice 1: You should be happy.
 * Choice 2: I'm happy.
 * Rhea:
 * Choice 1: Can you still say such things to me, even after witnessing my...other form?
 * Choice 2: Can you still say such things to me, even after witnessing my...other form?
 * Rhea: Thank you. Somehow I feel as though your acceptance alone is my salvation. My sweet companion... I am entrusting the future of Fódlan to you. It is the only logical choice, as everyone wishes for you to be the new leader of this land.
 * Byleth: What about you?
 * Rhea: I am not qualified to continue leading the people... Though my intention was to keep the peace in Fódlan, I still propagated a false history and deceived my faithful followers. I also took advantage of my position as archbishop to further my own selfish goal of seeing my mother again. If my foolish actions had anything to do with the war, I-
 * Byleth: We're all happy you returned to us.
 * Rhea: I wonder... After all I have done...is it truly acceptable for me to go on living my life? You are aware that it is my fault your fate has been so cruel, are you not? You have become so strong... You and I...we were brought together by the flow of time, and bound by the hands of fate. I took you on as a professor, and ever since... Well, I believe with all of my heart that this outcome was meant to be. Oh... Perhaps it is disrespectful of me to say that.
 * Byleth: How is it disrespectful?
 * Rhea: Because it gives all of the credit to time and to fate, and doesn't pay you due honor for all of the choices you made that brought us to this moment. For all that you have done... For all the joy that you have brought me... Thank you. Ever since the tragedy at the Red Canyon, I have lived a solitary life. In an effort to fill the hole left by that solitude, I took up the challenge of reviving the progenitor god... I wished for you to become the progenitor god... I wished desperately to be held in my mother's arms once more... But that has changed. Now, I wish only for you to be yourself...and to have you by my side. I love you. Dearly. And so, I must ask... Will you accept this ring? If you feel the same, I would like nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you.
 * Byleth: I love you too.
 * Rhea: You...you brought a ring as well? For me? I am overcome with joy... I never thought I would know a day so blissful as this... That we found each other... Perhaps that means my mother is looking after us. Guiding us.
 * Rhea: As the new leader of Fódlan, if you wish for this time of peace to be everlasting... Well, then I will happily dedicate my life to supporting your reign. No matter what obstacles we should encounter, I believe that our bond - no, rather our love - I believe that our love can overcome all. Together, we can achieve anything. With our love, we will make Fódlan's future as bright as the stars in the sky.

S Support

 * Byleth: ... The war is over... ... But this is only the beginning... ...
 * Sothis: Complain, complain, complain... What is it now?
 * Byleth: Hm?!
 * Sothis: You are a fool! Just standing there and acting nonchalant! Have you already forgotten about me?!
 * Byleth: You said you were going to vanish...
 * Sothis: I also said I would always be with you! But perhaps you would have preferred it if I had vanished without a trace! Hmph. You were alone... And so I chose to come back to this world...to stay with you.
 * Byleth: I was doing OK...
 * Sothis: Do not put on a show! You know you cannot hide your truth from me.
 * Byleth: I was lonely.
 * Sothis: I know, I know. Keep back your tears. You have me now.
 * Sothis: And I must say...that you have done quite well. Of course you have. I chose to join our souls because I have great faith in you. And yet, I must admit I did not know you would achieve so much. To think you could have died so early on...
 * Byleth: Was it you who saved me?
 * Sothis: Well, who can say? My memory is faint...
 * Byleth: That was a close call...
 * Sothis: And that is all you have to say? You are impossible to stir...
 * Sothis: But all is well that ends so well. Is that not what they say?
 * Byleth: Since you're here... I want you to have this.
 * Sothis: Huh? What is that thing?! A ring, of course. But I musk ask... For whom?
 * Byleth: My pocket.
 * Sothis: I see... Or no. I take it back. You are not making any sense! Could it be... that my own feelings were somehow influential? But when I think about it like that, I can't help but feel that...that... That I'm so in love I should make an eternal vow!
 * Byleth: Do you really love me that much?
 * Sothis: What?! Oh! I! Were you...eavesdropping?! Oh, fine! I shall admit... I do. I love you deeply! Overwhelmingly! Passionately! Ours is a love without an end! And so... I guess I shall accept that ring of yours.
 * Byleth: You will?
 * Sothis: Indeed. It's only right, for you and I are joined within our souls. And that is much the same as marriage, don't you think?
 * Sothis (Crimson Flower Route): The stone within your chest... It is no more.
 * Sothis (Other Routes): The stone within your chest is little more than decoration now.
 * Sothis: That means...it is within your very soul that I exist.
 * Byleth: ...
 * Sothis: And so? Whatever are you waiting for?
 * Byleth: How do I...
 * Sothis: Hm? Ah. Well, just wear it on your own finger! Our love is all that matters, not a ring. The two of us are one, for now and ever. I hope you are aware of that. In sickness and in health, and come what may, I shall be deep within our heart. I...I love you. And I can feel the warmth of love from you as well.
 * Byleth: I love you too.
 * Sothis: I know. You can no longer hide a thing from me. The day you die, I'll follow you. We shall journey as one until the end of time. I never tire of being around you. Since we could not trade words for far too long, I have much that I wish to say to you! I know just where to start. Do you recall what we spoke of before? I had told you not to let your guard down... Honestly, I adore you, but you can be so childish...