Owain/Supports

C Support

 * Owain: ...I leap into the center of the enemy formation, blade drawn, and spin! I'm no longer a man, but a whirling dervish of death and steel!
 * Avatar: What are you doing, Owain?
 * Owain: Oh, greetings, Avatar. I'm chronicling the saga of Owain Dark, Avenger of Righteous Justice. It's a tale of blood and honor and me being generally amazing.
 * Avatar: Owain Dark?
 * Owain: A title bestowed upon me by the masses, born of equal parts fear and love! What began as rumor soon became legend, and my name spread throughout the world!
 * Avatar: Do people actually call you that? I mean, real people? Who exist?
 * Owain: ...Not yet. But they will!
 * Avatar: Well, it's good to dream big, I suppose.
 * Owain: Any man can dream. But only a legend can become a myth!
 * Avatar: Only a legend can become... You know what? Good for you. Whatever floats your boat, I say. But as a tactician, I'd advise against jumping into a pack of enemies.
 * Owain: HA HA HA! WORRY NOT, MORTAL!
 * Avatar: Gah?!
 * Owain: I spy a pack ten men strong and charge into the fray! One swipe, and two fall! I lock swords with the third... CHING! His guts spill forth upon the earth! As the fifth falls, the sixth flees, driven mad. A cut and a slash and three more are done! "I bear you no ill will," I cry as I slay. "Rest in peace! Or rest in PIECES!" As the dust settles, only two men yet stand. My showdown with the evil general begins!
 * Avatar: There's an evil general?
 * Owain: My sword flashes out, a flickering blur of cold blue steel. Ka-thwack! Schwing! "Ha ha ha! I'm impressed, General. No one has blocked that before." The general wobbles on unsteady feet and then drops to his knees in shame. "Mercy, Owain Dark! Have mercy on me! For I cannot abide another mighty blow!"
 * Avatar: (It's like watching some kind of bizarre one-man theater performance...)

B Support

 * Owain: Time to weave another brilliant tapestry of tactics for use in my future battles. Today, I run the gauntlet through the very heart of enemy territory: Castle Doom! Which means it's guaranteed to end with a dramatic rooftop showdown. All right. Here we go... I take the vanguard, sprinting toward the castle gates a step ahead of my allies!
 * Avatar: Hello, Owain. Are you...visualizing future combat scenarios again?
 * Owain: I am indeed, my inquisitive friend. And in this week's thrilling episode, I conquer Castle Doom!
 * Avatar: (Single-handedly, no doubt...)
 * Owain: What was that, Avatar?
 * Avatar: Nothing! Nothing at all.
 * Owain: Then let the carnage begin! The mission is simple: take the wicked lord of Castle Doom...alive! For he is the only one who knows the location of the orphan hostages!
 * Avatar: Wait, why would anyone hold orphans hostage? Who would pay the rans—
 * Owain: But at the lord's side stands a stunning female knight of legendary skill. I don't have the luxury of a cautious fight. If we dance, the cowardly lord will flee! I trust my allies to guard the exits, and the rooftop duel commences!
 * Avatar: Wait, when did you get on the roof?
 * Owain: I lock eyes with a woman whose sword has toppled dynasties! Our blades meet, and in that instant we each understand the mettle of the other. She smiles then, a slender thing, as a single tear works down her cheek. "At last," she whispers, "a worthy foe."
 * Avatar: ...Yes? And then?! Don't stop when it's actually getting good!

A Support

 * Owain: Ahoy hoy, Avatar!
 * Avatar: Oh, hello, Owain.
 * Owain: Any interest in hearing the next episode in the ongoing saga of Owain Dark?
 * Avatar: Um... I don't know. I was going over these plans for our next bat—
 * Owain: Right then! This time we finish it, for once and for good! It's time to wrest peace from the clutches of evil!
 * Avatar: —tle. Okay, then. Never mind. I guess we'll all just be killed.
 * Owain: You say something?
 * Avatar: Nothing important.
 * Owain: Right, then. Where were we? Ooh, yes! We left off at the big showdown between me and the legendary knight! Okay, so I beat her.
 * Avatar: ...That's it? You beat her...? Isn't that a bit, I don't know...anticlimactic?
 * Owain: She was good. No, great! But even she was no match for the fearsome Owain Dark! AND YET! Our tortured hero now finds himself in a shocking crisis!
 * Avatar: Here we go, that's more like it...
 * Owain: It seems the cowardly lord of Castle Doom is even stronger than his shapely knight! My allies drop their weapons and flee for their lives, leaving me as the only hope! We circle each other for what seems an eternity, then begin a clash for the ages! He raises his blade and brings it down with earth-shattering force! SCHWOO! But I leap to the side with feline grace, and his sword finds only air! He changes his grip and slashes upward, but is speared by my blinding thrust!
 * Avatar: ...Oh. That wasn't so tough, was it?
 * Owain: Y-yeah, well, I read his intent by watching his right shoulder and leading foot. The speed of my thrust came from shifting my weight to the back leg.
 * Avatar: ...Huh. I'm surprised you put that much thought into the details.
 * Owain: You wound me, sir! The saga of Owain Dark has always been a simulated training exercise. Every prudent warrior envisions possible scenarios and crafts tactics to best them.
 * Avatar: So this is just your way of practicing sword forms?
 * Owain: ...Something like that, I guess. Except that my method is a lot more entertaining.
 * Avatar: I suppose people learn more quickly with a training style that suits them. I owe you an apology, Owain. I thought this was but egotistical fluff. You've shown me that there are as many ways to train as there are to fight.
 * Owain: I'm glad you finally ken the true genius of Owain Dark, mortal!
 * Avatar: You may make a legend after all, my friend. I look forward to watching your progress.
 * Owain: Owain Dark never disappoints. Just be sure to come back next time for the next thrilling installment!

C Support

 * Owain: A foul sense hangs in the air... My sword arm throbs dully! Hngh?! Wh-what's this? Blood...raging! ...A different sort of blood rage than usual!
 * Avatar: Owain? Is everything all right?
 * Owain: STAY BACK, FATHER! You mustn't come any closer!
 * Avatar: Why? Did you catch something? Do you think you're contagious?
 * Owain: The blood of heroes that courses through my veins hungers for fresh prey! If you draw within striking range in my present state, I cannot guarantee safety! I beg you, stay back! Do not force me to topple my own father!
 * Avatar: ...Er, I'm confused. Are you under someone else's control? Did someone curse you?
 * Owain: Aye, the curse of my bloodline's uncontrollable power! IT GNAWS AT MY SOOOOOOUL! Hnngh... D-down! Down, I command thee! Be calm, sword arm! Stay, raging blood!
 * Avatar: All right, Son, just stay where you are—I'll go get your mother!
 * Owain: Wait, MOTHER?! Er... Heh... That's not...strictly necessary. This pain is nothing to a man like me! Given a moment, I'm sure it will abate! I've weathered far worse than... Er, Father? ...ACK! Did he actually go to get Mother?! Suddenly I don't feel so well...

B Support

 * Owain: Um... You're not still upset, are you?
 * Avatar: Of course I'm upset! You started moaning and shouting out of the blue! Your mother and I were terrified! *Sigh* Look, I AM relieved you're all right. But what was all that about, anyway? Some kind of scripted stage acting?
 * Owain: I don't script anything! I'll have you know, it's entirely improv—Er... I mean, it's authentic! I'm the chosen scion of warrior heroes across tide and time!
 * Avatar: And you're not ashamed to spout those lines? ...That makes one of us.
 * Owain: Ashamed? Ha! Far from it! Though I suppose I can't blame you for not understanding my bleeding-edge aesthetic. After all, you are the product of an earlier, simpler time...
 * Avatar: Well, a future where everyone talks like you sounds a bit— ...OWAIN, GET DOWN!
 * Owain: What?!
 * Avatar: ...Grah!
 * Owain: Your shoulder! Father, you're hit!
 * Avatar: Nngh... Archers...in the trees... They fired on you... But I'd never let them hurt my son... We're outnumbered... We have to get out of here! Now GO!
 * Owain: R-right!
 * Avatar: We lost them... We should be safe here.
 * Owain: Gods, not again...
 * Avatar: Hmm?
 * Owain: Why?! Why did you take that arrow for me?! You could have died! This is how it happens, you know! This is exactly... Er...
 * Avatar: This is how what happens?
 * Owain: *Sob* Oh, Father... *sniff*
 * Avatar: Owain? Owain, are you crying? What's wrong?
 * Owain: I... *sigh* No, nothing. Nothing is wrong. It was...just more improv, all right? Just forget I said anything. More importantly, we need to get that shoulder looked at. I'll go get Mother.
 * Avatar: A-all right. I'll be here.

A Support

 * Owain: Father, how's the shoulder?
 * Avatar: Fine, thank you. Nearly healed. It wasn't much of a wound to begin with, fortunately.
 * Owain: Good. I don't know what I'd do if...if I got you killed again.
 * Avatar: Ah, so that's what this was about... I die protecting you in the future?
 * Owain: It was a Risen attack... You saved me but were gravely wounded in the process... We were separated in the chaos of battle... I never saw you again.
 * Avatar: Well, if I did die protecting you, then at least I died with no regrets.
 * Owain: So yes, that's why when I saw you took a hit for me, I...I lost control. All those feelings of guilt and shame returned. I just couldn't stand it.
 * Avatar: I'm sorry to have dredged up those painful memories, Owain. But more than that, I'm sorry I left you by yourself in the future...
 * Owain: Father, no! You never left me! I never felt alone—not once! You and Mother were always with me because you were WITHIN me! I'm the scion of a heroine who gave me life and a hero who gave his life to save mine.
 * Avatar: Wait. So all this talk about having the blood of heroes in you... You were talking about your mother and me? Owain, that's so— ...Wait a second. Why does OUR blood rage and boil at the drop of a hat? Lissa and I really don't seem the type to have such unruly fluids...
 * Owain: Well, yes, the part about my blood raging may have been for...dramatic effect.
 * Avatar: ...Wait, WHAT?
 * Owain: But the point is that I'm more proud of my bloodline than anything in the world. When I remember I'm your son, I feel unstoppable. Like I could do anything! And I didn't come all this way to have you die on me again! Do you understand? From now on, we fight injustice together!
 * Avatar: ...Thank you, Owain. But you're more than just my legacy. You've done plenty in your own right. Your mother and I are proud of everything you've become...
 * Owain: Aw, thanks! But... Hnngh... This sensation... B-blood...boiling once again... The fiery pride in your bosom has sparked the tinder of my soul and set me ablaze!
 * Avatar: Heh. Well, it's good to hear you're back to your old self, at least...

C Support

 * Owain: Severiestus? ...Too complicated. Deus Dumbfoundus? ...Too long.
 * Avatar: Owain? What are you doing?
 * Owain: Oh, 'tis the lady tactician! I sense your appearance is evidence of Fortune's work. Would milady for the nonce stop the sands of time, that o'er centuries have flowed?
 * Avatar: ...I haven't the foggiest clue what you're saying.
 * Owain: Er, do you have a moment? We're like-minded souls, yes? I could use some advice.
 * Avatar: Well, for starters, you should try speaking like a normal person...
 * Owain: Hark now! In my hand I hold my faithful friend, a shimmering sliver of silver steel. My weapon, my blade, my companion to death... It demands a sacred appellation!
 * Avatar: Er, right... Are you saying you want help thinking up a name for your sword?
 * Owain: Ah, yes! two souls united we are, words mere gliding to instinctive understanding.
 * Avatar: ...Quite. But why do you need MY help? Aren't you the name guy around here?
 * Owain: Ah, but therein lies the rub, for I cannot conjure the proper agnomen. ...Not one that sounds cool, anyway.
 * Avatar: Ah... Okay, I suppose I could try to come up with some ideas...
 * Owain: I'd be most grateful! My blade is like a brother to me... Ah, how I adore it!
 * Avatar: Well, I'll just...give you two some privacy, then...

B Support

 * Owain: Ah, 'tis the Titler! She who was chosen by fate to name my faithful blade!
 * Avatar: ...Actually, I think you were the one who asked me.
 * Owain: Enough idle chitchat! Has inspiration struck? Prithee, do you have a name?
 * Avatar: Actually, I was wondering if I might have a little more time with that.
 * Owain: Sooo...today is not the day my sword receives its sacred appellation? Oh, my poor, sweet sword. Yes, I, too, grieve at the insufferable delay... But we must remember the Titler cannot be rushed, no matter how tardy she may be.
 * Avatar: If you can talk to the thing, why don't you just ask what it wants to be called?
 * Owain: Oh, wow. I never thought of... I mean, nay, woman, nay! You speak the impossible! It must be thee who proffers the name! A vow has been made and sealed in blood! Should we break it, great and horrible will be the curses that rain down upon us!
 * Avatar: Look, could you at least give me a hint? What should it sound like?
 * Owain: Well, it should have strong, manly letters. Like V or D or G. ...And no Qs. It must be a forceful name that strikes fear into the hearts of evildoers everywhere!
 * Avatar: Maybe you could give me a couple of examples? ...Please?
 * Owain: Well, er... Vermidog? Viseguard? Hmm... Oh! Oh, I got one! Cloverfinger!
 * Avatar: Wow, those are all SO great! Why don't you just use one of those?
 * Owain: Ah! I know what you're doing! You seek to evade your responsibility as Titler! Yet remember that fate herself entrusted you with this sacred task! Now speak, Titler! Give us your answer! What shall be...the NAME?!
 * Avatar: Look, Owain. I'm really sorry about this, but nothing's coming to mind. What's the rush, anyway? If you ask me, I think it would make a lot more sense to wait for a bit.
 * Owain: Explain theeself! ...Er, thouself? ...Explain!
 * Avatar: I think you should first spend more time using the blade. The better you two know each other, the easier it will be to find a good name.
 * Owain: By the gods, that's not a bad notion at all! Find the character, and thence the name! Perhaps this is what fate had in mind when she brought about that meeting 'twixt us!

A Support

 * Owain: Aha! There she be! We've been seeking you, my partner and I, for we wish to offer our humble thanks.
 * Avatar: "Partner"? ...You mean your sword?
 * Owain: After our fruitful dialogue, I was resolved to become better acquainted with my blade. Strange to tell, but since that day we've become a mighty force on the battlefield. 'Tis like the gods themselves are reaching down to guide every parry and blow!
 * Avatar: Oh?
 * Owain: Yes! Why, just the other day, some fiend launched an arrow at my back. Instead of striking me, it glanced off the blade as I swung to strike another! Training has become easier, I learn new skills without effort, and my armor gleams. Plus, I found a four-leaf clover and got the end cut of the roast three days running! Everything's comin' up Owain!
 * Avatar: I'm not sure what it has to do with clovers and roast ox, but I'm pleased for you.
 * Owain: You couldn't give my sword a name, sure. But instead, you pointed the way to a deeper understanding of my faithful blade. And let's face it, that's MUCH more important than some silly moniker! I'll be sure to seek you out the next time I need advice on anything!
 * Avatar: Well, I'm glad it...all worked out.
 * Owain: O fount of deepest understanding! O goddess of infallible wisdom!
 * Avatar: Er, okay, Owain, you're welcome. Just keep your voice down a little?

S Support

 * Owain: *Siiigh*
 * Avatar: Owain? What's the matter? You seem down.
 * Owain: I am. And the kicker is, I have no idea why...
 * Avatar: It must be serious if you've stopped the lordly speechifying.
 * Owain: In fact, lots of things are bothering me lately. Heck, I can barely eat! I've talked to the physicians, I've talked to the healers, and neither can help. They just said I must have picked up an infection or something.
 * Avatar: That does sound quite serious. Here, let me feel your forehead...
 * Owain: Waaargh! NO! Don't touch me!
 * Avatar: Er, but I only wanted to see if you have a fever...
 * Owain: Yes, but you see, I worry that this illness somehow revolves around...you. When I think of you, I find enough strength coursing through me to lift a wyvern! But at the same time, my chest tightens and I can barely breathe!
 * Avatar: That sounds...familiar.
 * Owain: You recognize the symptoms? Please, you have to tell me what disease I have!
 * Avatar: Er, it's not a disease, exactly. Although it IS serious... Oh, this is embarrassing.
 * Owain: E-embarrassing?! I have an embarrassing illness?!
 * Avatar: N-no, I don't mean that. It's just...not easy to talk about.
 * Owain: Oh, please, Avatar! If you know something, you have to tell me!
 * Avatar: You spend a lot of time thinking about me, don't you? I mean...inordinately.
 * Owain: Yeeeeees...
 * Avatar: And when you do think about me, you feel that tightening in the chest, don't you? Doesn't that sound familiar? Isn't that what...love feels like?
 * Owain: ...... By the mullet of Ike, I think you're right! Somehow, some way, I must have fallen in love with you! ...Zounds. I can see why you were embarrassed to tell me.
 * Avatar: Of course I'm embarrassed! Fancy having to tell a man that he's in...love with me. I mean, what if I'd been wrong and you just laughed in my face? I'd have never lived it down!
 * Owain: I guess I did put you on the spot there, didn't I?
 * Avatar: Well, I suppose it can't be helped. Youthful innocence is one of your many charms.
 * Owain: You...think I'm charming? Charming enough to...marry, maybe?
 * Avatar: Hee hee. Maybe. Although if we're to be wed, you'll need to work on recognizing your own emotions. And no more talking like a noble with a thesaurus! Got it?!
 * Owain: Indeed, I have recei—er, yeah, got it!
 * Owain: You eluded my defenses and pierced my heart! It seems I've finally found...my weakness.

C Support

 * Owain: There's something I need to know, Mother.
 * Lissa: And what's that?
 * Owain: The name of your weapon.
 * Lissa: My weapon? Why?
 * Owain: What manner of son would I be not to know the name which guards his mother?! Teach me so I may whisper its sobriquet in prayer and keep you ever safe.
 * Lissa: Oh, you meant THAT sort of name.
 * Owain: ...Hmm?
 * Lissa: That Holy Slayer, Saintly Dragon blah-blah kinda stuff you're always talking about. I was wondering if you really didn't know the word "staff"! Hee hee!
 * Owain: ...I'm pretty sure I should be offended by both of those statements. But yes, that sort of name! What is it?
 * Lissa: It doesn't have one.
 * Owain: You've granted it no name?!
 * Lissa: Right. I mean, why bother?
 * Owain: MOTHER! A name confers a soul unto an inanimate object and grants it power! It transforms a mere tool into a divine instrument possessed of limitless potential!
 * Lissa: See? There's the blah-blah stuff I was talking about... *Sigh* I'll give it some thought, all right? But right now I've got to be going. Bye!
 * Owain: W-wait, Mother. I'd braced for an insufficiently astonishing name, but this is worse than I'd feared! This may require drastic measures for her own good...

B Support

 * Owain: Ah, there you are!
 * Lissa: Were you looking for me, honey?
 * Owain: Here, have a look at these.
 * Lissa: Wowzers! This is quite a list! Okay, lemme see... "Gryphonsbane Edge." "Fell Ballista." "Staff of Deep Hurting." ...Owain, this list goes on for 20 pages!
 * Owain: Twenty-six. And if you don't find one you like, I can always whip up more.
 * Lissa: Choose them for what? What am I even looking at here?
 * Owain: Names! ...Er, for your armament.
 * Lissa: What? Don't you think these are a little overblown for a run-of-the-mill weapon?!
 * Owain: There's nothing run of the mill about it! At the point that it's YOU wielding it, a weapon deserves a name no less grand!
 * Lissa: Hmm, yeah, I think I'll pass. These just aren't me.
 * Owain: But without a name, your weapon will forever remain some mundane object! How can I rely on a mere tool to keep you safe in the heat of battle?
 * Lissa: AWWW!
 * Owain: Wh-what? What did I say?
 * Lissa: Oh, Owain, you sweet boy! Let Mama give you a hug!
 * Owain: Waugh! L-let go! You're choking me!
 * Lissa: Aww, I had it wrong this whole time. You were just worried about me, weren't you? That's my boy! You are just the sweetest son in the world! *smooch*
 * Owain: S-still...choking...
 * Lissa: All right, Owain, I'll do it! I'll think up a name!
 * Owain: But I've already come up with a whole list here...
 * Lissa: Whoops! I almost forgot that Chrom asked me to see him. You be good now, honey! And thanks again!
 * Owain: Mother, wait! Honestly, she never listens. It's like she's off in her own little world! Hard to believe we're related...

A Support

 * Lissa: Owain!
 * Owain: Yes, Mother?
 * Lissa: I've got it! I picked one!
 * Owain: One...what?
 * Lissa: A name! For my weapon!
 * Owain: Ah, right! Well, let's hear it! No doubt it joins your quiet grace with your fiery strength and iron resolve!
 * Lissa: Owain!
 * Owain: Yes?
 * Lissa: No, that's the name. ...Owain.
 * Owain: Mother, that's MY name.
 * Lissa: I know, silly! It's the name of that which I value most in the whole wide world! What better name could there be?
 * Owain: Yes, but won't that get a little... I don't know, confusing? I just don't think it's a good idea.
 * Lissa: Awww...
 * Owain: If you would draw out your weapon's full potential, its name needs more...oomph.
 * Lissa: I think Owain has PLENTY of oomph! It's got oomph up to HERE! It's... Wait a minute! Are you saying you don't like your name?!
 * Owain: No, no. I'm not saying that at all...
 * Lissa: *Sniff* F-fine, then! Just tear my heart out and stomp on it, why don't you? Imagine, a son rejecting the name his mom poured her heart and soul into choosing!
 * Owain: No, Mother, would you PLEASE just listen?
 * Lissa: Well, fine, then. Call yourself whatever you like. I'll get THIS Owain to protect me. THIS Owain will never turn on me. THIS Owain will never leave my side! Even if it snaps in half!
 * Owain: AUGH, STOP! Don't even TALK about a weapon named after me breaking! Look, I'll protect you, okay? I promise. Now just, PLEASE stop!
 * Lissa: You will?! Oh, that's so sweet, honey! C'mere, you!
 * Owain: Gah, just p-please stop...hugging too tight... C-can't...breathe...
 * Lissa: All right, well, if you insist, I'll stop trying to name my weapon, then. Tee hee. There's no need, now that I have you to protect me! Isn't that right, dear?
 * Owain: Why do I feel like I've just been had...?
 * Lissa: I would never dream of it, sweetheart. And I promise I'll be right there to rescue you when you're in trouble, too. We don't need fancy names or divine power, Son, we just need each other.

C Support

 * Owain: A foul sense hangs in the air... My sword arm throbs dully! Hngh?! Wh-what's this? Blood...raging! ...A different sort of blood range than usual!
 * Frederick: Owain? Is everything all right?
 * Owain: STAY BACK, FATHER! You mustn't come any closer!
 * Frederick: Why? Did you catch something? Do you think you're contagious?
 * Owain: The blood of heroes that courses through my veins hungers for fresh prey! If you draw within striking range in my present state, I cannot guarantee safety! I be of you, stay back! Do not force me to topple my own father!
 * Frederick: ...I'm confused. Are you under someone else's control? Did someone curse you?
 * Owain: Aye, the curse of my bloodline's uncontrollable power! IT GNAWS AT MY SOOOOOOUL! Hnngh... D-down! Down, I command thee! Be calm, sword arm! Stay, raging blood!
 * Frederick: All right, son, just stay where you are—I'll get your mother!
 * Owain: Wait, MOTHER?! Er... Heh... That's not...strictly necessary. This pain is nothing to a man like me!
 * (Frederick leaves)
 * Owain: Given a moment, I'm sure it will abate! I've weathered far worse than... Er, Father? ACK! Did he actually go to get Mother?! Suddenly I don't feel so well...

B Support

 * Owain: Um... You're not still upset, are you?
 * Frederick: Of course I'm upset! You started moaning and shouting out of the blue! Your mother and I were terrified. *Sigh* Listen. I'm relieved you're all right. But what was all that about, anyway? Some kind of scripted stage acting?
 * Owain: I don't script anything! I'll have you know, it's entirely improv— Er... I mean, it's authentic! I'm the chosen scion of warrior heroes across tide and time!
 * Frederick: And you're not ashamed to spout such nonsense? ...That makes one of us.
 * Owain: Ashamed? Ha! Far from it! Though I suppose I can't blame you for not understanding my bleeding-edge aesthetic. After all, you are the product of an earlier, simpler time...
 * Frederick: Perhaps. But a future where everyone speaks like you sounds a bit— ...OWAIN, GET DOWN!
 * Owain: What?!
 * Frederick: ...Grah!
 * Owain: Your shoulder! Father, you're hit!
 * Frederick: Nngh... Archers...in the trees... They fired on you... But I'd never let them hurt my son... We're outnumbered... We have to get out of here! Now GO!
 * Owain: R-right!
 * (Scene transition)
 * Frederick: We lost them... We should be safe here.
 * Owain: Gods, not again...
 * Frederick: Hmm?
 * Owain: Why!? Why did you take that arrow for me!? You could have died! This is how it happens, you know! This is exactly...Er...
 * Frederick: This is how what happens?
 * Owain: *Sob* Oh, Father... *sniff*
 * Frederick: Owain? Owain, are you crying? What's wrong?
 * Owain: I...*sigh* No, nothing. Nothing is wrong. It was...just more improv, all right? Just forget I said anything. More importantly, we need to get that shoulder looked at. I'll go get Mother.
 * Frederick: A-all right. I'll be here.

A Support

 * Owain: Father, how's the shoulder?
 * Frederick: Fine, thank you. Nearly healed. It wasn't much of a wound to begin with, fortunately.
 * Owain: Good. I don't know what I'd do if...if I got you killed again.
 * Frederick: Ah, so that's what this was about... I die protecting you in the future?
 * Owain: ...It was just a normal Risen, but somehow I didn't see it coming. You had no business dying when I was the one too stupid to watch his own back!
 * Frederick: At least it sounds like I died with no regrets.
 * Owain: So yes, that's why when I saw you took a hit for me, I...I lost control. All those feelings of guilt and shame returned. I just couldn't stand it.
 * Frederick: I'm sorry to have dredged up those painful memories, Owain. But more than that, I'm sorry I left you by yourself in the future...
 * Owain: Father, no! You never left me! I never felt alone—not once! You and Mother were always with me because you were WITHIN me! I'm the scion of a heroine who gave me life and a hero who gave his life to save mine.
 * Frederick: Wait. So all this talk about having the blood of heroes in you... You were talking about your mother and me? Owain, that's so— ...Wait a second. Why does OUR blood rage and boil at the drop of a hat? Lissa and I really don't seem the type to have such unruly fluids...
 * Owain: Well, yes, the part about my blood raging may have been for...dramatic effect.
 * Frederick: I beg your pardon?
 * Owain: But the point is that I'm more proud of my bloodline than anything in the world. When I remember I'm your son, I feel unstoppable. Like I could do anything! And I didn't come all this way to have you die on me again! Do you understand? From now on, we fight injustice together!
 * Frederick: Thank you, Owain. But you're more than just my legacy. You've done plenty in your own right. Your mother and I are so proud of everything you've become...
 * Owain: Aw, thanks! But...Hnngh... This sensation... B-blood...boiling once again... The fiery pride in your bosom has sparked the tinder of my soul and set me ablaze!
 * Frederick: Heh. Well, it's good to hear you're back to your old self, at least...

C Support

 * Owain: A foul sense hangs in the air... My sword hand throbs dully! Hngh?! Wh-what's this? Blood...raging! ... A different sort of blood rage than usual!
 * Stahl: Owain? Is everything all right?
 * Owain: STAY BACK, FATHER! You mustn't come any closer!
 * Stahl: Why? Did you catch something? Do you think You're contagious?
 * Owain: The blood of heroes that courses through my veins hungers for fresh prey! If you draw within striking range in my present state, I cannot guarantee safety! I beg of you, stay back! Do not force me to topple my own father!
 * Stahl: ...Er, I'm confused. Are you under some else's control? Did someone curse you?
 * Owain: Aye, the curse of my bloodline's uncontrollable power! IT GNAWS AT MY SOOOOOOUL! Hnngh... D-down! Down, I command thee! Be calm, sword arm! Stay, raging blood!
 * Stahl: All right, Son, just stay where you are—I'll get your mother!
 * Owain: Wait, MOTHER?! Er... Heh... That's not...strictly necessary. This pain is nothing to a man like me!
 * (Stahl leaves)
 * Owain: Given a moment, I'm sure it will abate! I've weathered far worse than... Er, Father? ...ACK! Did he seriously go to get Mother?! Suddenly I don't feel so well...

B Support

 * Owain: Um... You're not still upset, are you?
 * Stahl: Of course I'm upset! You started moaning and shouting out of the blue! Your mother and I were terrified! *Sigh* Look, I AM relieved you're all right. But what was that all about, anyway? Some kind of scripted stage acting?
 * Owain: I don't script anything! I'll have you know, it's entirely improv— Er... I mean, it's authentic! I'm the chosen scion of warriors and heroes across tide and time!
 * Stahl: And you're not ashamed to spout those lines? ...That makes one of us.
 * Owain: Ashamed? Ha! Far from it! Though I suppose I can't blame you for not understanding my bleeding-edge aesthetic. After all, you are the product of an earlier, simpler time...
 * Stahl: Well, a future where everyone talks like you sounds a bit— ...OWAIN, GET DOWN!
 * Owain: What?!
 * Stahl: ...Grah!
 * Owain: Your shoulder! Father, you're hit!
 * Stahl: Nngh... Archers...in the trees... They fired on you... But I'd never let them hurt my son... We're outnumbered... We have to get out of here! Now GO!
 * Owain: R-right!
 * (Scene transition)
 * Stahl: We lost them... We should be safe here.
 * Owain: Gods, not again...
 * Stahl: Hmm?
 * Owain: Why?! Why did you take that arrow for me?! You could have died! This is how it happens, you know! This is exactly... Er...
 * Stahl: This is how what happens?
 * Owain: *Sob* Oh, Father... *sniff*
 * Stahl: Owain? Owain, are you crying? What's wrong?
 * Owain: I... *sigh* No, nothing. Nothing is wrong. It was...just more improv, all right? Just forget I said anything. More importantly, we need to get that shoulder looked at. I'll go get Mother.
 * Stahl: A-all right. I'll be here.

A Support

 * Owain: Father, how's the shoulder?
 * Stahl: Fine, thank you. Nearly healed. It wasn't much of a wound to begin with, fortunately.
 * Owain: Good. I don't know what I'd do if...if I got you killed again.
 * Stahl: Ah, so that's what this was about... I die protecting you in the future?
 * Owain: ...It was just a normal Risen, but somehow I didn't see it coming. You had no business dying when I was the one too stupid to watch his own back!
 * Stahl: At least it sounds like I died with no regrets.
 * Owain: So yes, that's why when I saw you took a hit for me, I...I lost control. All those feelings of guilt and shame returned. I just couldn't stand it.
 * Stahl: I'm sorry to have dredged up those painful memories, Owain. But more than that, I'm sorry I left you by yourself in the future...
 * Owain: Father, no! You never left me! I never felt alone—not once! You and Mother were always with me because you were WITHIN me! I'm the scion of a heroine who gave me life and a hero who gave his life to save mine.
 * Stahl: Wait. So all this talk about having the blood of heroes in you... You were talking about your mother and me? Owain, that's so— ...Wait a second. Why does OUR blood rage and boil at the drop of a hat? Lissa and I really don't seem the type to have such unruly fluids...
 * Owain: Well, yes, the part about my blood raging may have been for...dramatic effect.
 * Stahl: ...Wait, WHAT?
 * Owain: But the point is that I'm more proud of my bloodline than anything in the world. When I remember I'm your son, I feel unstoppable. Like I could do anything! And I didn't come all this way to have you die on me again! Do you understand? From now on, we fight injustice together!
 * Stahl: ... Thank you, Owain. But you're more than just my legacy. You've done plenty in your own right. Your mother and I are so proud of everything you've become...
 * Owain: Aw, thanks! But... Hnngh... This sensation... B-blood...boiling once again... The fiery pride in your bosom has sparked the tinder of my soul and set me ablaze!
 * Stahl: Heh. Well, it's good to hear you're back to your old self, at least...

C Support

 * Owain: A foul sense hangs in the air... My sword arm throbs dully! Hngh?! Wh-what's this? Blood...raging! ...A different sort of blood rage than usual!
 * Vaike: Owain? Everything all right?
 * Owain: STAY BACK, FATHER! You mustn't come any closer!
 * Vaike: Why? Did ya catch somethin'? You think you're contagious?
 * Owain: The blood of heroes that courses through my veins hungers for fresh prey! If you draw within striking range in my present state, I cannot guarantee safety! I beg of you, stay back! Do not force me to topple my own father!
 * Vaike: ...Er, I'm confused. Are you under someone else's control? Wait, did someone curse ya?
 * Owain: Aye, the curse of my bloodline's uncontrollable power! IT GNAWS AT MY SOOOOOOUL! Hnngh... D-down! Down, I command thee! Be calm, sword arm! Stay, raging blood!
 * Vaike: All right, Son, just stay where ya are—I'll get your Mother!
 * Owain: Wait, MOTHER?! Er... Heh... That's not...strictly necessary. This pain is nothing to a man like me!
 * (Vaike leaves)
 * Owain: Given a moment, I'm sure it will abate! I've weathered far worse than... Er, Father? ...ACK! Did he actually go to get Mother?! Suddenly I don't feel so well...

B Support

 * Owain: Um... You're not still upset, are you?
 * Vaike: Of course I'm upset! You started moanin' and shoutin' out of the blue! Your mother and I were terrified! *Sigh* Look, I AM relieve you're all right. But what was all that about, anyway? Some kind of scripted stage actin'?
 * Owain: I don't script anything! I'll have you know, it's entirely improv— Er... I mean, it's authentic! I'm the chosen scion of warrior heroes across tide and time!
 * Vaike: And you ain't ashamed to spout that stuff? ...The Vaike is confused.
 * Owain: Ashamed? Ha! Far from it! Though I suppose I can't blame you for not understanding my bleeding-edge aesthetic. After all, you are the product of an earlier, simpler time...
 * Vaike: Heh. Well, a future where people talk like you makes the Vaike— ...OWAIN, GET DOWN!
 * Owain: What?!
 * Vaike: ...Grah!
 * Owain: Your shoulder! Father, you're hit!
 * Vaike: Nngh... Archers...in the trees... Those cowards, they fired on you... No one fires at the Son of Vaike... But we're outnumbered... We gotta get outta here, ya hear? Now GO!
 * Owain: R-right!
 * (Scene transition)
 * Vaike: Whew... We lost 'em. The Vaike's legs always come through in a pinch, hah!
 * Owain: Gods, not again...
 * Vaike: Huh?
 * Owain: Why?! Why did you take that arrow for me?! You could have died! This is how it happens, you know! This is exactly... Er...
 * Vaike: This is how what happens?
 * Owain: *Sob* Oh, Father... *sniff*
 * Vaike: Owain? Owain, are you cryin'? What's the matter?
 * Owain: I... *sigh* No, nothing. Nothing is the matter. It was...just more improv, all right? Just forget I said anything. More importantly, we need to get that shoulder looked at. I'll go get Mother.
 * Vaike: A-all right. I'll be waitin'.

A Support

 * Owain: Father, how's the shoulder?
 * Vaike: Aw, I'm nearly healed up. Wasn't much of a wound to begin with, I guess.
 * Owain: Good. I don't know what I'd do if...if I got you killed again.
 * Vaike: Ah, so that's what this was about... I die protectin' ya in the future?
 * Owain: ...It was just a normal Risen, but somehow I didn't see it coming. You had no business dying when I was the one too stupid to watch his own back!
 * Vaike: Ha! Sounds like a suitable death for ol' Teach!
 * Owain: So yes, that's why when I saw you took a hit for me, I...I lost control. All those feelings of guilt and shame returned. I just couldn't stand it.
 * Vaike: Well, sorry that I dredged up those painful memories, Owain. But more than that, I'm sorry I left ya by yourself in the future...
 * Owain: Father, no! You never left me! I never felt alone—not once! You and Mother were always with me because you were WITHIN me! I'm the scion of a heroine who gave me life and a hero who gave his life to save mine.
 * Vaike: Wait. So all this talk about havin' the blood of heroes in you... You were talkin' about your mother and me? Owain, that's so— ...Wait a sec. Why does OUR blood rage and boil at the drop of a hat? Lissa and I really don't seem the type to have such unruly fluids...
 * Owain: Well, yes, the part about my blood raging may have been for...dramatic effect.
 * Vaike: ...Wait, WHAT?
 * Owain: But the point is that I'm more proud of my bloodline than anything in the world. When I remember I'm your son, I feel unstoppable. Like I could do anything! And I didn't come all this way to have you die on me again! Do you understand? From now on, we fight injustice together!
 * Vaike: ...Heh. Thanks, Owain. But you're more than just the Vaike's legacy, ya know. You've done plenty in your own right, and your mother and I are proud of ya for it.
 * Owain: Aw, thanks! But... Hnngh... This sensation... B-blood...boiling once again... The fiery pride in your bosom has sparked the tinder of my soul and set me ablaze!
 * Vaike: Hah! Well, I'm glad to hear you're back to your old self, at least.

C Support

 * Owain: A foul sense hangs in the air... My sword arm throbs dully! Hngh?! Wh-what's this? Blood...raging! ...A different sort of blood rage than usual!
 * Kellam: Owain? Is everything all right?
 * Owain: STAY BACK, FATHER! You mustn't come any closer!
 * Kellam: Why? Did you catch something? Do you think you're contagious?
 * Owain: The blood of heroes that courses through my veins hungers for fresh prey! If you draw within striking range in my present state, I cannot guarantee safety! I beg of you, stay back! Do not force me to topple my own father!
 * Kellam: ...Er, I'm confused. Are you under someone else's control? Did someone curse you?
 * Owain: Aye, the curse of my bloodline's uncontrollable power! IT GNAWS AT MY SOOOOOOUL! Hnngh... D-down! Down, I command thee! Be calm, sword arm! Stay, raging blood!
 * Kellam: All right, Son, just stay where you are—I'll get your mother!
 * Owain: Wait, MOTHER?! Er... Heh... That's not...strictly necessary. This pain is nothing to a man like me!
 * (Kellam leaves)
 * Owain: Given a moment, I'm sure it will abate! I've weathered far worse than... Er, Father? ...ACK! Did he actually go get Mother?! Suddenly I don't feel so well...

B Support

 * Owain: Um... You're not still upset,are you?
 * Kellam: Of course I'm upset! You started moaning and shouting out of the blue! Your mother and I were terrified! *Sigh* Look, I'm relieved you're all right. But what was all that about, anyway? Some kind of scripted stage acting?
 * Owain: I don't script anything! I'll have you know, it's entirely improv— Er... I mean, it's authentic! I'm the chosen scion of warrior heroes across tide and time!
 * Kellam: And you're not ashamed to spout those lines? ...That makes one of us.
 * Owain: Ashamed? Ha! Far from it! Though I suppose I can't blame you for not understanding my bleeding-edge aesthetic. After all, you are the product of an earlier, simpler time...
 * Kellam: I dunno... A future where everyone talks like you sounds a bit— ...OWAIN, WATCH OUT!
 * Owain: What?!
 * Kellam: ...Grah!
 * Owain: Your shoulder! Father, you're hit!
 * Kellam: Nngh... Archers...in the trees... They fired on you... But I'd never let them hurt my son... We're outnumbered... We have to get out of here! Now GO!
 * Owain: R-right!
 * (Scene transition)
 * Kellam: We lost them. We should be safe here.
 * Owain: Gods, not again...
 * Kellam: Hmm?
 * Owain: Why?! Why did you take that arrow for me?! You could have died! This is how it happens, you know! This is exactly... Er...
 * Kellam: This is how what happens?
 * Owain: *Sob* Oh, Father... *sniff*
 * Kellam: Owain? Owain, are you crying? What's wrong?
 * Owain: I... *sigh* No, nothing. Nothing is wrong. It was...just more improv, all right? Just forget I said anything. More importantly, we need to get that shoulder looked at. I'll go get Mother.
 * Kellam: A-all right. I'll be here.

A Support

 * Owain: Father, how's the shoulder?
 * Kellam: Fine, thank you. Nearly healed. It wasn't much of a wound to begin with, fortunately.
 * Owain: Good. I don't know what I'd do if...if you got killed again.
 * Kellam: Ah, so that's what this was about... I die protecting you in the future?
 * Owain: ...It was just a normal Risen, but somehow I didn't see it coming. You had no business dying when I was the one too stupid to watch his own back!
 * Kellam: At least it sounds like I died with no regrets.
 * Owain: So yes, that's why when I saw you took a hit for me, I... I lost control. All those feelings of guilt and shame returned. I just couldn't stand it.
 * Kellam: I'm sorry to have dredged up those painful memories, Owain. But more than that, I'm sorry I left you by yourself in the future...
 * Owain: Father, no! You never left me! I never felt alone—not once! You and Mother were always with me because you were WITHIN me! I'm the scion of a heroine who gave me life and a hero who gave his life to save mine.
 * Kellam: Wait. So all this talk about having the blood of heroes in you... You were talking about your mother and me? Owain, that's so— ...Wait a second. Why does OUR blood rage and boil at the drop of a hat? Lissa and I really don't seem the type to have such unruly fluids...
 * Owain: Well, yes, the part about my blood raging may have been for...dramatic effect.
 * Kellam: ...Wait, WHAT?
 * Owain: But the point is that I'm more proud of my bloodline than anything in the world. When I remember I'm your son, I feel unstoppable. Like I could do anything! And I didn't come all this way to have you die on me again! Do you understand? From now on, we fight injustice together!
 * Kellam: ...Thank you, Owain. But you're more than just my legacy. You've done plenty in your own right. Your mother and I are so proud of everything you've become...
 * Owain: Aw, thanks! But... Hnngh... This sensation... B-blood...boiling once again... The fiery pride in your bosom has sparked the tinder of my soul and set me ablaze!
 * Kellam: Heh. Well, it's good to hear you're back to your old self, at least...

C Support

 * Owain: A foul sense hangs in the air... My sword arm throbs dully! Hngh?! Wh-what's this? Blood...raging! ...A different sort of blood rage than usual!
 * Lon'qu: Owain. Is everything all right?
 * Owain: STAY BACK, FATHER! You mustn't come any closer!
 * Lon'qu: Did you catch something? Do you think you're contagious?
 * Owain: The blood of heroes that courses through my veins hungers for fresh prey! If you draw within striking range in my present state, I cannot guarantee safety! I beg of you, stay back! Do not force me to topple my own father!
 * Lon'qu: ...I'm confused. Are you under someone else's control? Did someone curse you?
 * Owain: Aye, the curse of my bloodline's uncontrollable power! IT GNAWS AT MY SOOOOOOUL! Hnngh... D-down! Down, I command thee! Be calm, sword arm! Stay, raging blood!
 * Lon'qu: All right, just stay where you are. I'll go get your mother.
 * Owain: Wait, MOTHER?! Er... Heh... That's not...strictly necessary. This pain is nothing to a man like me!
 * (Lon'qu leaves)
 * Owain: Given a moment, I'm sure it will abate! I've weathered far worse than... Er, Father? ...ACK! Did he actually go to get Mother?! Suddenly I don't feel so well...

B Support

 * Owain: Um... You're not still upset, are you?
 * Lon'qu: Of course I'm upset. You started moaning and shouting out of the blue. Your mother and I were terrified. *Sigh* Look, I AM relieved you're all right. But what was all that about? Some kind of scripted stage acting?
 * Owain: I don't script anything! I'll have you know, it's entirely improv— Er... I mean, it's authentic! I'm the chosen scion of warrior heroes across tide and time!
 * Lon'qu: And you're not ashamed to say these things out loud...? ......
 * Owain: Ashamed? Ha! Far from it! Though I suppose I can't blame you for not understanding my bleeding-edge aesthetic. After all, you are the product of an earlier, simpler time...
 * Lon'qu: ...Hmph. Well, a future where everyone talks like you sounds— ...OWAIN, DOWN! NOW!
 * Owain: What?!
 * Lon'qu: ...Grah!
 * Owain: Your shoulder! Father, you're hit!
 * Lon'qu: Nngh... Archers...in the trees... We're outnumbered... We have to get out of here! Now GO!
 * Owain: R-right!
 * (Scene transition)
 * Lon'qu: We lost them... We should be safe here.
 * Owain: Gods, not again...
 * Lon'qu: Hmm?
 * Owain: Why?! Why did you take that arrow for me?! You could have died! This is how it happens, you know! This is exactly... Er...
 * Lon'qu: This is how what happens?
 * Owain: *Sob* Oh, Father... *sniff*
 * Lon'qu: Owain...are you crying? What's wrong?
 * Owain: I... *sigh* No, nothing. Nothing is wrong. It was...just more improv, all right? Just forget I said anything. More importantly, we need to get that shoulder looked at. I'll go get Mother.
 * Lon'qu: ......

A Support

 * Owain: Father, how's the shoulder?
 * Lon'qu: Fine, thanks. Nearly healed. Wasn't much of a wound to begin with.
 * Owain: Good. I don't know what I'd do if...if I got you killed again.
 * Lon'qu: Is that what this was about? I die protecting you in the future?
 * Owain: ...It was just a normal Risen, but somehow I didn't see it coming. You had no business dying when I was the one too stupid to watch his own back!
 * Lon'qu: At least it sounds like I died with no regrets.
 * Owain: So yes, that's why when I saw you took a hit for me, I...I lost control. All those feelings of guilt and shame returned. I just couldn't stand it.
 * Lon'qu: I'm sorry to have dredged up those painful memories, Owain. But more than that, I'm sorry I left you by yourself in the future.
 * Owain: Father, no! You never left me! I never felt alone—not once! You and Mother were always with me because you were WITHIN me! I'm the scion of a heroine who gave me life and a hero who gave his life to save mine.
 * Lon'qu: Wait. So all this talk about having the blood of heroes in you... You were talking about your mother and me? Owain, that's so— ...Wait a second. Why does OUR blood rage and boil at the drop of a hat? Lissa and I don't seem the type to have such unruly fluids...
 * Owain: Well, yes, the part about my blood raging may have been for...dramatic effect.
 * Lon'qu: ...WHAT?
 * Owain: But the point is that I'm more proud of my bloodline than anything in the world. When I remember I'm your son, I feel unstoppable. Like I could do anything! And I didn't come all this way to have you die on me again! Do you understand? From now on, we fight injustice together!
 * Lon'qu: ...Thanks, Owain. You're more than just my legacy, you know. You've done plenty in your own right. Your mother and I are proud of everything you've become...
 * Owain: Aw, thanks! But... Hnngh... This sensation... B-blood...boiling once again... The fiery pride in your bosom has sparked the tinder of my soul and set me ablaze!
 * Lon'qu: Heh. It's good to see you're back to your old self, at least...

C Support

 * Owain: A foul sense hangs in the air... My sword arm throbs dully! Hngh?! Wh-what's this? Blood...raging! ...A different sort of blood rage than usual!
 * Gaius: Owain? Is everything all right?
 * Owain: STAY BACK, FATHER! You mustn't come any closer!
 * Gaius: Why? Did you catch something? Do you think you're contagious?
 * Owain: The blood of heroes that courses through my veins hungers for fresh prey! If you draw within striking range in my present state, I cannot guarantee safety! I beg you, stay back! Do not force me to topple my own father!
 * Gaius: ...Er, I'm confused. Are you under someone else's control? Did someone curse you?
 * Owain: Aye, the curse of my bloodline's uncontrollable power! IT GNAWS AT MY SOOOOOOUL! Hnngh... D-down! Down, I command thee! Be calm, sword arm! Stay, raging blood!
 * Gaius: All right, Son, just stay where you are—I'll go get your mother!
 * Owain: Wait, MOTHER?! Er... Heh... That's not...strictly necessary. This pain is nothing to a man like me! Given a moment, I'm sure it will abate! I've weathered far worse than... Er, Father? ...ACK! Did he actually go to get Mother?! Suddenly I don't feel so well...

B Support

 * Owain: Um... You're not still upset, are you?
 * Gaius: Of course I'm upset. You started moaning and shouting out of the blue! Your mother and I were terrified! *Sigh* Look, I AM relieved you're all right. But what was all that about, anyway? Some kind of scripted stage acting?
 * Owain: I don't script anything! I'll have you know, it's entirely improv—Er... I mean, it's authentic! I'm the chosen scion of warrior heroes across tide and time!
 * Gaius: And you're not ashamed to spout those lines? ...That makes one of us.
 * Owain: Ashamed? Ha! Far from it! Though I suppose I can't blame you for not understanding my bleeding-edge aesthetic. After all, you are the product of an earlier, simpler time...
 * Gaius: Well, a future where everyone talks like you sounds a bit— ...OWAIN, GET DOWN!
 * Owain: What?!
 * Gaius: ...Grah!
 * Owain: Your shoulder! Father, you're hit!
 * Gaius: Nngh... Archers...in the trees... They fired on you... Those...craven dastards... We're outnumbered... We have to get out of here! Now GO!
 * Owain: R-right!
 * Gaius: We lost them... We should be safe here.
 * Owain: Gods, not again...
 * Gaius: Hmm?
 * Owain: Why?! Why did you take that arrow for me?! You could have died! This is how it happens, you know! This is exactly... Er...
 * Gaius: This is how what happens?
 * Owain: *Sob* Oh, Father... *sniff*
 * Gaius: Owain? Owain, are you crying? What's wrong?
 * Owain: I... *sigh* No, nothing. Nothing is wrong. It was...just more improv, all right? Just forget I said anything. More importantly, we need to get that shoulder looked at. I'll go get Mother.
 * Gaius: A-all right. I'll be here.

A Support

 * Owain: Father, how's the shoulder?
 * Gaius: Fine, thanks. Nothing a little sugar wasn't able to patch right up.
 * Owain: Good. I don't know what I'd do if...if I got you killed again.
 * Gaius: Ah, so that what this was about... I die protecting you in the future?
 * Owain: ...It was just a normal Risen, but somehow I didn't see it coming. You had no business dying when I was the one too stupid to watch his own back!
 * Gaius: At least it sounds like I died with no regrets.
 * Owain: So yes, that's why when I saw you took a hit for me, I...I lost control. All those feelings of guilt and shame returned. I just couldn't stand it.
 * Gaius: I'm sorry to have dredged up those painful memories, Owain. But more than that, I'm sorry I left you by yourself in the future...
 * Owain: Father, no! You never left me! I never felt alone—not once! You and Mother were always with me because you were WITHIN me! I'm the scion of a heroine who gave me life and a hero who gave his life to save mine.
 * Gaius: Wait. So all this talk about having the blood of heroes in you... You were talking about your mother and me? Owain, that's so— ...Wait a second. Why does OUR blood rage and boil at the drop of a hat? Lissa and I really don't seem the type to have such unruly fluids...
 * Owain: Well, yes, the part about my blood raging may have been for...dramatic effect.
 * Gaius: ...Wait, WHAT?
 * Owain: But the point is that I'm more proud of my bloodline than anything in the world. When I remember I'm your son, I feel unstoppable. Like I could do anything! And I didn't come all this way to have you die on me again! Do you understand? From now on, we fight injustice together!
 * Gaius: ...Thank you, Owain. But you're more than just my legacy. You've done plenty in your own right. Your mother and I are proud of everything you've become...
 * Owain: Aw, thanks! But... Hnngh... This sensation... B-blood...boiling once again... The fiery pride in your bosom has sparked the tinder of my soul and set me ablaze!
 * Gaius: Heh. Well, it's good to hear you're back to your old self, at least...

C Support

 * Owain: A foul sense hangs in the air... My sword arm throbs dully! Hngh?! W-what's this? Blood...raging! ...A different sort of blood rage than usual!
 * Gregor: Er, everything is all right, no?
 * Owain: STAY BACK, FATHER! You mustn't come any closer!
 * Gregor: Why? Are you contagious? You have terrible disease?
 * Owain: The blood of heroes that courses through my veins hungers for fresh prey! If you draw within striking range in my present state, I cannot guarantee safety! I beg of you, stay back! Do not force me to topple my own father!
 * Gregor: Gregor is confused. Are you under control of evil spirit? Did someone make with the cursing of you?
 * Owain: Aye, the curse of my bloodline's uncontrollable power! IT GNAWS AT MY SOOOOOOUL! Hnngh... D-down! Down, I command thee! Be calm, sword arm! Stay, raging blood!
 * Gregor: Gya! Stay put, boy! Gregor go and fetch mother!
 * Owain: Wait, MOTHER?! Er... Heh... That's not...strictly necessary. This pain is nothing to a man like me!
 * (Gregor leaves)
 * Owain: Given a moment, I'm sure it will abate! I've weathered far worse than... Er, Father? ...ACK! Did he actually go to get Mother?! Suddenly I don't feel so well...

B Support

 * Owain: Um... You're not still upset, are you?
 * Gregor: Of course Gregor upset! You make with the moaning and the shouting out of blue! Your mother and Gregor very scared! *Sigh* Look, Gregor is glad you are safe, yes? But why you yell like madman? Some kind of...scripted stage acting?
 * Owain: I don't script anything! I'll have you know, it's entirely improv—Er... I mean, it's authentic! I'm the chosen scion of warrior heroes across tide and time!
 * Gregor: Ugh. And you speak such lines without feeling ashamed? Gregor not understand this.
 * Owain: Ashamed? Ha! Far from it! Though I suppose I can't blame you for not understanding my bleeding-edge aesthetic. After all, you are the product of an earlier, simpler time...
 * Gregor: Well, future where people talk like Owain make Gregor feel— ...OWAIN! LOOKING OUT!
 * Owain: What?!
 * Gregor: ...Grah!
 * Owain: Your shoulder! Father, you're hit!
 * Gregor: Nngh... Archers...in trees... They try to kill you... But Gregor never let them hurt son... We are outnumbered... We must be getting out of here! Now GO!
 * Owain: R-right!
 * (Scene transition)
 * Gregor: We finally lost them... We should be safe here.
 * Owain: Gods, not again...
 * Gregor: Hmm?
 * Owain: Why?! Why did you take that arrow for me?! You could have died! This is exactly how it happens, you know! This is exactly... Er...
 * Gregor: This how what happens?
 * Owain: *Sob* Oh, Father... *sniff*
 * Gregor: Owain? Owain, you are crying, yes? What is happened? Is something wrong?
 * Owain: I... *sigh* No, nothing. Nothing is wrong. It was...just more improv, all right? Just forget I said anything. More importantly, we need to get that shoulder looked at. I'll go get Mother.
 * Gregor: All right. Gregor will be here.

A Support

 * Owain: Father, how's the shoulder?
 * Gregor: Ha! It was just minor scratch. See? All healed.
 * Owain: Good. I don't know what I'd do if...if I got you killed again.
 * Gregor: Is that what this about? Gregor die protecting you in horrible future?
 * Owain: ...It was just a normal Risen, but somehow I didn't see it coming. You had no business dying when I was the one too stupid to watch his own back!
 * Gregor: At least it sound like Gregor die with no regrets.
 * Owain: So yes, that's why when I saw you took a hit for me, I...I lost control. All those feelings of guilt and shame returned. I couldn't stand it.
 * Gregor: Gregor so sorry to dredge up all those painful memories. But more than that, Gregor sorry he left you all alone in future...
 * Owain: Father, no! You never left me! I never felt alone—not once! You and Mother were always with me because you were WITHIN me! I'm the scion of a heroine who gave me life and a hero who gave his life to save mine.
 * Gregor: Wait. So all this talk about having blood of heroes in you... You talking of mother and Gregor? Owain, Gregor is very touch— ...Wait. Why does OUR blood rage and boil at drop of the hat? Lissa and Gregor not type to have such unruly fluids...
 * Owain: Well, yes, the part about my blood raging may have been for...dramatic effect.
 * Gregor: ...Wait, WHAT?
 * Owain: But the point is that I'm more proud of my bloodline than anything in the world. When I remember I'm your son, I feel unstoppable. Like I could do anything! And I didn't come all this way to have you die on me again! Do you understand me? From now on, we fight injustice together!
 * Gregor: ...Many thanks, Owain. But you carry more than just Gregor's blood! You've done many good things. Gregor and Lissa are so very proud of everything you've become.
 * Owain: Aw, thanks! But... Hnngh... This sensation... B-blood...boiling once again... The fiery pride in your bosom has sparked the tinder of my soul and set me ablaze!
 * Gregor: Heh. Well, it nice to see son is back to usual wacky self, at least...

C Support

 * Owain: A foul sense hangs in the air... My sword arm throbs dully! Hngh?! Wh-what's this? Blood... raging! ...A different sort of blood rage than usual!
 * Henry: Hey-o, Owain! Everything all right?
 * Owain: STAY BACK, FATHER! You mustn't come any closer!
 * Henry: Why? Did you catch something? ...Ooo, are you CONTAGIOUS?!
 * Owain: The blood of heroes that courses through my veins hungers for fresh prey! If you draw within striking range in my present state, I cannot guarantee safety! I beg of you, stay back! Do not force me to topple my own father!
 * Henry: ...Er, I'm confused. Are you under someone else's control? I'm not detecting a curse, sooo...
 * Owain: Aye, the curse of my bloodline's uncontrollable power! IT GNAWS AT MY SOOOOOOUL! Hnngh... D-down! Down, I command thee! Be calm, sword arm! Stay, raging blood!
 * Henry: Well, if it's not a curse, there isn't much I can do about it. I guess I'll go get your mother!
 * Owain: Wait, MOTHER?! Er... Heh... That's not... strictly necessary. This pain is nothing to a man like me!
 * (Henry leaves)
 * Owain: Given a moment, I'm sure it will abate! I've weathered far worse than... Er, Father? ...ACK! Did he actually go to get Mother?! Suddenly I don't feel so well...

B Support

 * Owain: Um... You're not still upset, are you?
 * Henry: Ha ha! Of course not! Though when you started shouting out of the blue, your mother and I were worried. What was all that about, anyway? Some kind of scripted stage acting?
 * Owain: I don't script anything! I'll have you know, it's entirely improv— Er... I mean, it's authentic! I'm the chosen scion of warrior heroes across tide and time!
 * Henry: And you're not ashamed to spout those lines? ...That makes one of us.
 * Owain: Ashamed? Ha! Far from it! Though I suppose I can't  blame you for not understanding my bleeding-edge aesthetic. After all, you are the product of an earlier, simpler time...
 * Henry: Geez. Well, a future where everyone talks like you sounds to me like— ...OWAIN, GET DOWN!
 * Owain: What?!
 * Henry: ...Whoopsie!
 * Owain: Your shoulder! Father, you're hit!
 * Henry: Nngh... Archers... in the trees... They fired on you... But I'd never let them hurt my son... Go on, Owain—I'll take care of this! You just get out of here. Now GO!
 * Owain: R-right!
 * (Scene transition)
 * Henry: Well, that took care of that! Nya ha! Are you all right?
 * Owain: Gods, not again...
 * Henry: Hmm?
 * Owain; Why?! Why did you take that arrow for me?! You could have died! This is how it happens, you know! This is exactly... Er...
 * Henry: This is how what happens?
 * Owain: *Sob* Oh, Father... *sniff*
 * Henry: Hey, are you crying? What's wrong?
 * Owain: I... *sigh* No, nothing. Nothing is wrong. It was...just more improv, all right? Just forget I said anything. More importantly, we need to get that shoulder looked at. I'll go get Mother.
 * Henry: Aw, it's not that bad! I'm barely bleeding! Mmm... Bloood...

A Support

 * Owain: Father, how's the shoulder?
 * Henry: Fine, thanks. Nearly healed. It wasn't much of a wound to begin with, fortunately.
 * Owain: Good. I don't know what I'd do if... if I got you killed again.
 * Henry: Ah, I get it now. So I die protecting you in the future, is that it?
 * Owain: ...It was just a normal Risen, but somehow I didn't see it coming. You had no business dying when I was the one too stupid to watch his own back!
 * Henry: At least it sounds like I died with no regrets.
 * Owain: So yes, that's why when I saw you took a hit for me, I... I lost control. All those feelings of guilt and shame returned. I just couldn't stand it.
 * Henry: Aw, I'm sorry to have dredged up those painful memories, Owain. But more than that, I'm sorry I left you by yourself in the future...
 * Owain: Father, no! You never left me! I never felt alone—not once! You and Mother were always with me because you were WITHIN me! I'm the scion of a heroine who gave me life and a hero who gave his life to save mine.
 * Henry: Wait. So all this talk about having the blood of heroes in you... You were talking about your mother and me? Owain, that's so— ...Wait a second. Why does OUR blood rage and boil at the drop of a hat? Lissa and I really don't seem the type to have such unruly fluids...
 * Owain: Well, yes, the part about my blood raging may have been for... dramatic effect.
 * Henry: ...Er, what?
 * Owain: But the point is that I'm more proud of my bloodline than anything in the world. When I remember I'm your son, I feel unstoppable. Like I could do anything! And I didn't come all this way to have you die on me again! Do you understand? From now on, we fight injustice together!
 * Henry: Ha! Thanks, Owain. But you're more than just my legacy. You've done plenty in your own right. Your mother and I are proud of everything you've become...
 * Owain: Aw, thanks! But... Hnngh... This sensation... B-blood... boiling once again... The fiery pride in your bosom has sparked the tinder of my soul and set me ablaze!
 * Henry: Heh. Well, it's good to hear you're back to your old self, at least. Now let's talk some more about this blood of yours...

C Support

 * Owain: Hey, Lucina.
 * Lucina: Greetings, Owain. How does the day find you?
 * Owain: Good, good! Just thought I'd drop in for a visit.
 * Lucina: That's kind of you. But... Why are you speaking so strangely today? That is, so strangely...normal. You're typically much more, er, colorful. Making up stories and yelling and the like. Are you feeling all right?
 * Owain: Y-yeah, I'm fine. It's just... You're a princess, Lucina. I figured it wasn't exactly appropriate for addressing royals. Plus, Mom would tan my hide if she ever found out.
 * Lucina: Lissa would object to you spinning yarns for royalty?
 * Owain: Not just royalty! Anybody! She gets really upset whenever I do it. Heh, actually, I suppose most everyone does. They think I'm a bit batty.
 * Lucina: Do they now? That's a shame. Personally, I find it quite intriguing.
 * Owain: What, really?
 * Lucina: It's no simple feat to speak as you do when fantasy grips your mind. Inventing weapon names and such requires a rich vocabulary and quick thinking. And of course your stories demand a particularly active imagination.
 * Owain: I guess they do, don't they? Thanks Lucina!
 * Lucina: Perhaps you might even consider demonstrating how you do it sometime? I've oft been told that my manner of speech is somewhat...formal. If I could learn to adopt your tone, it might prove useful to my own.
 * Owain: Heh, you sound like you're asking me to teach you a foreign language. Hmm... I'm not sure if this would be such a good idea...
 * Lucina: And if I were to pledge never to speak of it to Lissa?
 * Owain: ...Then so be it! Prepare yourself, young Lucina! Your destiny cometh! Hee hee, aw I can't wait.
 * Lucina: I look forward to it as well.

B Support

 * Owain: What are you working on, Lucina?
 * Lucina: Falchion hasn't been at full strength lately, so I'm examining the blade for damage.
 * Owain: Sword troubles, eh? Leave it to me!
 * Lucina: Oh...all right. Thank you.
 * Owain: No blade nicks... No obvious flaws... Aha! Here's your problem!
 * Lucina: You've found something? Excellent! Can it be rectified?
 * Owain: Aw, this is easy. I've even got the tools I need with me. I'll take care of it right now.
 * Lucina: Wonderful. Thank you, Owain! Can I perhaps ask you to speak in your fanciful manner as you work? It would be good practice for my efforts to adjust my own tone.
 * Owain: Heh! All right. I'll speak, and you can practice translating... Hark! Your partner fang resists the remorseless arrow of time! It is infused with the breath of gods and the passion of ages. Should a thousand years pass, it shall never know the red sleep!
 * Lucina: That one is simple. Falchion's blade will never dull or rust no matter how much time passes.
 * Owain: But where fang meets sinew, Falchion remains a mortal work. Even genius cannot hope to stop the turning of the great wheel! And so it is reborn with each generation; transformed, but ever the same in spirit.
 * Lucina: Hmm... But parts of the sword other than the blade DO wear out over time. The guard and the pommel have been replaced over the years, changing its appearance. But it remains Falchion still.
 * Owain: Perfect! That was exactly right. You're amazing, Lucina.
 * Lucina: I suppose I did a fair job for a first time. But you are the amazing one, Owain. To discover all that about a sword from a single glance is a fearsome talent indeed!
 * Owain: Eh, taking care of weapons is kind of a hobby of mine. Oh, hold on... ...Aaaaaand we're done! Here you go.
 * Lucina: Thank you again.
 * Owain: My pleasure. Just let me know if there's anything else I can do.
 * Lucina: Perhaps I will take you up on that.

A Support

 * Owain: Hey there!
 * Lucina: Hello, Owain.
 * Owain: How's the sword treating you? Any better?
 * Lucina: Absolutely! I can really feel the difference. Never hath I spied Pointy Demonspanker shine so brightly!
 * Owain: Pointy... Wait, did you say Demonspanker? But that's Falchion! Treasure of the royal house of Ylisse! ...Er, right?
 * Lucina: It was. But as it has been reborn so many times, I thought to change its name. I tried to think of what you would call it. I pray my efforts were adequate.
 * Owain: *Giggle* Hmm, uh... Heh heh, so... No, I mean, it's a fine name. But, well... The cause to give one's blade a fitting name is a noble one, Lucina. HOWEVER! You committed a grave sin!
 * Lucina: I did?!
 * Owain: To name a weapon is to imbue it with a soul. To change Falchion's name is to insult the spirit it's borne for millennia!
 * Lucina: I...did not consider that.
 * Owain: In your commendable haste to make the sword more dear to your own heart... I fear you've stripped the very soul from your weapon! Though the intentions were laudable, this slight must be undone.
 * Lucina: Yes, of course. I see now how thoughtless it was of me. ...Pray forgive me, Falchion.
 * Owain: It is done. The blade's rightful name is restored. But do not forget the love that spurred you to this brief folly. Keep it with you always. And if you find yourself in need of maintenance, simply call out my name! Heh... I mean, just in case... *giggle* Pointy Demonspanker needs it... Pffffft! Bwa ha ha ha!
 * Lucina: I'm starting to suspect you didn't truly think it was such a fine name...

S Support

 * Owain: Might I beg a moment, Lucina?
 * Lucina: Hmm? Certainly, Owain. You're awfully formal today...
 * Owain: There's something I'd like you to have.
 * Lucina: Oh?
 * Owain: Here.
 * Lucina: ...A sheath?
 * Owain: It should fit Falchion.
 * Lucina: A thoughtful gesture, Owain, but Falchion already has a sheath.
 * Owain: Yes, I know. And it's as old and worn as the pommel I fixed the other day. I thought maybe it was time to retire it.
 * Lucina: You're always so thoughtful, Owain. Thank you. You do too much for me...
 * Owain: Please, it's my pleasure. Plus, it's good for the sword... Because I was thinking it could serve as my proxy.
 * Lucina: How do you mean?
 * Owain: There's no telling what the war holds for us. I probably won't always be there to fight at your side when you need me. But your sheath will always be there. If it can aid you in my stead, I'll rest easier.
 * Lucina: Owain...
 * Owain: I've been trying to think of ways I can help out for a while now, you know? And the other day, you said you were impressed by my way with weapons. So I figured this might be a way I could...show you how I feel.
 * Lucina: That's really beautiful, Owain. I'm certain it will serve me well.
 * Owain: You accept it then?
 * Lucina: Of course, Owain. And with you, this sheath, and Falchion at my side, I have nothing to fear!
 * Owain: Yesss! Oh, I'm so glad I got up the nerve to give it to you!
 * Lucina: From this day forth, we're partners. So no more holding back. Feel free to speak in your normal, abnormal way.
 * Owain: You got it! ...Wait, abnormal?
 * Lucina: I didn't say that. Well, no, I SAID it, but I didn't... I'm sorry, Owain. But it's the fact that it's strange that makes it so fascinating!

C Support

 * Owain: Shadow DRAAAAAAGON!
 * Inigo: Ah! If it isn't Owain.
 * Owain: Radiant DAAAAAAAAAAAWN!
 * Inigo: And how are you today?
 * Owain: Busy! ...Which I would have thought was obvious.
 * Inigo: Ah, I'm sorry. Perhaps I'll come back when you're done playing.
 * Owain: Hey! This is serious!
 * Inigo: Seriously...childish? Seriously...embarrassing?
 * Owain: Seriously none of your business! Now leave me alone. ...Seriously.
 * Inigo: Sigh.
 * Owain: Okay, just stop. You're not even sighing. You're just saying the word "sigh." Maybe that's why all those girls keep turning you down.
 * Inigo: You're guaranteed to lose 100% of the jousts you never attend, my friend. Perhaps you should name your next move, "Eternal Chastity."
 * Owain: Sure, why not? I've got the perfect teacher for it right in front of me!
 * Inigo: Why, you little—!
 * Owain: What, you want to go? Come on, chump! Have at me! My Shinon Strike will wipe the floor with you!
 * Inigo: Few things in life would give me greater satisfaction than to knock you on your rear. ...But one of us has to be the adult here. And it's obvious not going to be you.
 * Owain: Yeah, that's right. Walk away. You just keep right on walking. ...Jerk.

B Support

 * Owain: Eliwood's...RAAAAAAAAAAGE!
 * Inigo: Oh, look. The little boy is playing with his dolls again.
 * Owain: Do you see a doll here? No, you don't! That's 'cause this is serious business. I'm honing my psyche so I can grapple with nefarious beasts of the night.
 * Inigo: Well, at least you'll be grappling with something tonight.
 * Owain: Oh, real mature. Now is there a point to this visit, or are you just— H-HEY! Don't read that!
 * Inigo: ...Is this your diary? It's filled with bad drawings of heroes and their weapons.
 * Owain: Don't! The Manual of Justice is more than your mortal eyes can handle!
 * Inigo: Oh, that's just adorable! You even named the book and everything! Now let's see what we've got... "Page 1: Owain. When danger nears, his sword hand twitches and his eyes turn red." ...Oh, come now. Really?
 * Owain: Give it baaaaaaaaaaaack!
 * Inigo: "Every ally hurt within a hundred paces adds a power multiplier..." "At +5, a special move is unlocked that can fell the enemy boss in one hit." Well, that IS impressive! I'm surprised you even need us around, frankly.
 * Owain: Why are you doing this to me? We're supposed to be allies!
 * Inigo: Let's jump around here, shall we? Hmm... How about... "Page 15: The Awesome Catalogue of Ultimate Techniques!" The Axe of Dorcas... The Laguz Leap... Oh, you drew flames around this name! Does that affect the pronunciation?
 * Owain: Either stop reading or just stick a sword in me and be done with it.
 * Inigo: Oh, please. You're overreacting. Besides, genius of this ilk must be shared. I'll say this: your bizarre fantasy world is certainly...robust. You go all out on everything, Owain. And in a way, I respect that.
 * Owain: ...R-really? This isn't just a way for you to make fun of me again? Heh heh. Maybe there's hope for you yet.
 * Inigo: Yeah, see? Like this right here... "Page 27: Weapon Names—D through F." What's that about?
 * Owain: Well, um... I guess it's kind of a mental-warfare type of thing. A sword is just a sword, you know? But a sword with a name is an ally! So I came up with lots of possible names in case someone ever needs a suggestion.
 * Inigo: See? That's actually interesting.
 * Owain: Are you sure you're not still making fun of me?
 * Inigo: No, it really is interesting. ...A little bit. Not a lot.
 * Owain: Really?! Awesome! Wait right there! I'll get you a quill and paper, and we can get started right away!
 * Inigo: Get me...started? Um...
 * Owain: Oh, and cancel your dinner plans, because this is gonna take a while. But spending weeks on minutia is half the fun, right? Ha ha ha!
 * Inigo: Wait! Owain! I never... What have I gotten myself into now?

A Support

 * Owain: Well? Have you come up with a name for that sword yet?
 * Inigo: I'm still not sure where to start. ...Or WHY to start, honestly.
 * Owain: Come on! A fine sword like that practically shouts its name at you! Just listen! Shhhh... Liiiiiisten...
 * Inigo: ...... ...Nope. Apparently I don't speak sword. Help me out here, Owain. What does it say to you?
 * Owain: Hmm... This sword wants to be named... Flameclaw Wyvernborn the Foe-Slayer!
 * Inigo: That's very...long. Okay, then. What about this spear?
 * Owain: Ha! I already named that one. That's Skyfire Lightning-Slicer!
 * Inigo: Um...you don't really slice things with a spear, Owain.
 * Owain: Skyfire Lightning-Poker!
 * Inigo: ....... All...right then.
 * Owain: Left speechless, huh? I can't blame you.
 * Inigo: Remind me again how this is mental warfare and not you just being mental?
 * Owain: You'll understand once I carve the name into the weapon. Here, watch... Impressive, right?!
 * Inigo: Strangely enough, yes. It does look better.
 * Owain: A weapon with a strong name makes the wielder feel stronger, too! It fills you with confidence on the field of battle and lets you fight to your fullest!
 * Inigo: That kind of makes sense. ...Which scares me.
 * Owain: So let's get you started. Think of a good name, and then carve it into your blade!
 * Inigo: All right, I will!
 * Owain: All done?
 * Inigo: It's...a masterpiece!
 * Owain: Ha ha! That's the spirit! Let's have a look.
 * Inigo: Mmm, what do you think? A vast improvement over your ridiculous names, I think you'll agree.
 * Owain: Inigo, these are just the names of girls who spurned your advances. ...Gods, there must be two hundred names on this thing!
 * Inigo: Mental warfare, my friend. With no more room for names, I HAVE to succeed!
 * Owain: Yeah, but you carved out half the metal! The sword's totally worthless now!
 * Inigo: Oh... Whoops.

C Support

 * Owain: Halt! Who goes there?!
 * Brady: Halt? You're the one who just walked in. I ain't goin' nowheres.
 * Owain: A fine parry, sirrah. And yet, here you stand in garb most strange. Speak, fiend! What nefarious plot are you hatching here?!
 * Brady: What, ya mean here in the kitchen? Dressed like a chef?
 * Owain: A surcoat and crown of purest white... What strange rituals are—
 * Brady: It's an apron and a chef's hat, idiot! I'm cookin' dinner! Even you can't be that dense. Now quit wasting my time.
 * Owain: Cooking? You? Dinner? Ha! I'd sooner believe a cavalier riding a pegasus over the moon!
 * Brady: Aw, I ain't got time for this malarkey! Look, tonight's my turn, all right? Now make like some eggs and beat it! You're gonna ruin the flavor.
 * Owain: I will not be deceived by such deceits! What manner of madman would allow you a turn at cooking for the camp?
 * Brady: I'm a fine cook, all right! I learned from my dear ol' ma! So just... *sniff* G-get off my back!
 * Owain: Whoa...um, are you crying?
 * Brady: N-no! *sniff* ...And you're slipping out of character.
 * Owain: Brady, you are totally crying!
 * Brady: L-leave me alone! I was just cuttin' up taters, all right?!
 * Owain: Don't you mean onions? I don't think there's anything in potatoes that—
 * Brady: I JUST FELT BAD FOR 'EM, OKAY?! Now make like my pants and split!
 * Owain: Fine, fine. I'm going.

B Support

 * Owain: Alas, Brady! We meet again! ...Um, Brady?
 * Brady: What idiot left this helmet here?! Welp, too bad for them, 'cause I'm gonna punt it from here to kingdo—OOOW! Ffffffffffffffffffft!
 * Owain: Do you hiss at me, sir? And what was that sound of a moment ago?! It was as the splintering of a mighty shield! The felling of a towering tree!
 * Brady: Hnnnnnnnngh...
 * Owain: zzzoh ho! I see you hunched and shivering! Do you tremble in my presence, sir?!
 * Brady: N-no, you...idiot...Just...go away...
 * Owain: Why do you reach for your foot? Grasping for a hidden dagger, perhaps? What are you doing, fiend?! I'll not be taken unawares! Give it here!
 * Brady: No no no no no— OOOOOOW! DON'T TOUCH THAT!
 * Owain: Okay, really. What's wrong?
 * Brady: You're...falling out of...character again... *sniff*
 * Owain: Wait, are you crying again?
 * Brady: *Sniff* N-no, of course not. You got rocks in your brain! I...I think I just broke my toe... *sniff* *sniffle* ALL RIGHT, I'M CRYIN'! I'M SENTIMENTAL, OKAY?!
 * Owain: Y'know, I don't think tears of pain count as being sentimental, Brady...
 * Brady: Just...go away...
 * Owain: All right, hold on. I'll go find you a healer.

A Support

 * Owain: Ho, Brady of the Moistened Eyes, what business have you here?!
 * Brady: *Sob* Sh-shut up! L-leave me... *Sniff* Just leamme alooone!
 * Owain: Man, are you crying already?! This is a new record.
 * Brady: I'm... *sob* I AIN'T CRYIN'! *sniff* *sniffle*
 * Owain: Actually no. You appear to be bawling. What happened this time, old friend?
 * Brady: Whaddya mean "this time"?! Ya make it sound like it's an everyday thing!
 * Owain: At this point, it kind of is... And why are you here, anyway? Weren't you joining the others on their training run?
 * Brady: I did! I just couldn't keep up after the first ten minutes, all right?! Wanna make somethin' of it?! You and me gonna go round n' round?!
 * Owain: Ah, I see! That explains why you're such a sweaty mess. ...It doesn't explain the tears, though.
 * Brady: I told ya! I'm sentimental!
 * Owain: You're sentimental about being out of shape?!
 * Brady: Yes, all right?! Now mind yer beeswax and leave me alone!
 * Owain: Um, Brady? Do you even know what "sentimental" means?
 * Brady: Course I do! Whaddya think I am, some kinda limp noodle?
 * Owain: Yes, well, you see, it's just that... You keep using it wrong. Sentimentality is when someone gets emotional over memories or moving events.
 * Brady: So like... If I saw a litter of newborn kittens and couldn't stop cryin' for hours?
 * Owain: Exactly! That's being sentimental! ...And a little weird, if we're being completely hon—
 * Brady: I... *choke* Hnngh!
 * Owain: Mordecai's claws! Are you still out of breath from running? If you feel like you're going to be sick, just turn your head and—
 * Brady: *Sob* I'm fine! I just... When I pictured those tiny kitties lyin' there all blind and mewling... *hic*
 * Owain: Right... So basically you are sentimental. But you're also a huge crybaby, too.
 * Brady: D-don't tell the others about this! If you do, I'll take yer lunch money!
 * Owain: Heh, you put up a tough front, but you're just a huge softy inside. I don't think Brady of the Moistened Eyes is ready to joing the Justice Cabal. ...But still, I'm glad we're friends.
 * Brady: ...That mean you won't tell no one?
 * Owain: Heh. If it's that important to you, your secret's safe with me. Call me sentimental!

C Support

 * Owain: Well, if it isn't my old nemesis, Kjelle!
 * Kjelle: What do you want, Owain?
 * Owain: Long have we vied for the title of strongest, bound by fate and our unbending wills. But I will not rest until I've put a stop to your nefarious deeds for good!
 * Kjelle: Really, I have no time for this. Do you need something? If not, I'm going to go.
 * Owain: Ugh, come on! Work with me here! Put some feeling into it! I know you hate men, but would it kill you to show a little effort?
 * Kjelle: I don't hate men. I hate idiots. ...A class you fall right into, coincidentally. Even the way you talk makes me angry. Half the time I have no idea what you're saying. It's always stories and sound effects and...posturing.
 * Owain: Which is why I'm speaking normally right now.
 * Kjelle: And yet I still can't see your point. Now go away.
 * Owain: What if I offer to help clean your gear? Come on, it'll be fun.
 * Kjelle: I can take care of my own things.
 * Owain: Fine then! Just...fine! I don't need this! I can go anywhere and be insulted!
 * (Owain leaves)
 * Kjelle: .....

B Support

 * Owain: You bear an ominous mien, nemesis! Your face is as a rose-lit dawn wreathed in storm clouds of ebon black!
 * Kjelle: .....
 * Owain: Where is it that calls you hence? What dark purpose spurs you on?! Is it the path of the fallen you walk, or the road to redemption?
 * Kjelle: I'm going to the storehouse because my things are there. And what's this about my mien, huh? Was that because I'm a woman? I don't need you penning heartsy-fartsy stuff about how lovely I am. If you want to go writing poems about me, they damned well better be war epics!
 * Owain: Geez, all right! Tough crowd... Look, let's try this again. I'll even speak normally.
 * Kjelle: I'd prefer if you didn't speak at—
 * Owain: Hey, Kjelle. You off to the storehouse to grab some gear?
 * Kjelle: ...Why?
 * Owain: Lemme give you a hand!
 * Kjelle: Please don't.
 * Owain: Aw, come on. I can do a lot more than just name weapons, you know. I'm one of the best maintenance people in this whole camp. Just gimme a chance. Come on! C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c—
 * Kjelle: *Sigh* ...I suppose it's better than leaving you idle to work mischief elsewhere.
 * Owain: Great! I mean, extremely condescending, but the end result? Still great.
 * Kjelle: Less talking, more walking. I'm eager to see these...talents of yours.
 * Owain: Brace yourself! I don't want you dying of shock at how impressed you'll be!

A Support

 * Owain: Cavalier armor. Medium weight class. Combines significant defense with impressive mobility.
 * Kjelle: .....
 * Owain: This one's an archer's jerkin. It boasts unrivaled ease of motion but lacks any real stopping power.
 * Kjelle: Do you really need to narrate?
 * Owain: It's important to keep the characteristics of the equipment in mind while working on it.
 * Kjelle: I suppose I should be happy you're not just goofing around. Still, it would help if you kept your thoughts inside your head.
 * Owain: Words are important. Our armor and weapons are partners in this war. Granting them a voice elevates them from hunks of iron to something more. It breathes into them a soul, transforming mere tools into implements of divine will!
 * Kjelle: .....
 * (Kjelle leaves)
 * Owain: Take this breastplate. I hear it whisper to me... "I am the Argent Lion Mail," it says. "Behold my regal, silvery form! Behold!" Kjelle, are you beholding? Kjelle? ...Hey, where'd you go?! She just...disappeared... That's...kind of amazing.
 * Kjelle: .....
 * Owain: Gah! What dark sorcery is this?! A lone knight's armor moves of it's own accord! Be at peace, ghostly visitor!
 * Kjelle: It just never ends with you, does it?
 * Owain: Voices from beyond the grave! Begone, foul wraith!
 * Kjelle: It's me, you babbling buffoon! And if you say "A ghost ate Kjelle," I'm going to stab you in the eye.
 * Owain: Kjelle? What are you doing in there? Is that suit...comfortable? It hides you completely.
 * Kjelle: I'm trying to block out the noise.
 * Owain: Am I...that much of a bother?
 * Kjelle: ...Also, this was the suit of armor I wore in my first battle. I put it back on from time to time. It...calms me.
 * Owain: Oh. Well, I guess I can respect that. But in that case, it deserves a name!
 * (Kjelle reappears)
 * Kjelle: No! No names. And even if it were to be named, it would be by anyone but you!
 * Owain: Hey! ...Wh-why not?
 * Kjelle: Because I said so! Now get sorting!
 * Owain: Yes, ma'am...

S Support

 * Owain: Hey, Kjelle? You want me to take care of this helmet, or... Heh... Should've known. She's gone again. I'm doing her a favor, and she leaves all the work to me? That's gratitude for you! Sometimes I don't know what to do with that girl... She obviously loves this old set of armor. Why won't she give the poor thing a name? Doesn't even have to be a good one. It's the spirit of the thing that counts. I'm probably wasting my time here, but I can't bear the thought of Kjelle being hurt. But if I can't be there to keep her safe, I can at least make sure her gear is! Hold her close, armor. Smother her with all your shiny, steely, plated goodness. Tell her all the things that I dare not. Tell her how much I...love her.
 * Kjelle: You what?!
 * Owain: K-Kjelle? Is that you? But I don't see you anywhere. Where did that... Aaaaaaah!
 * Kjelle: ...I'm here. In my armor.
 * Owain: But I thought you'd left! Why are you hiding in there while I'm out doing all the work?!
 * (Kjelle appears)
 * Kjelle: I wanted to make sure you wouldn't slack off if I wasn't around to watch you.
 * Owain: Look, I don't need a babysitter! Not about this. I take armor and weapons very seriously, thank you.
 * Kjelle: Oh, will you forget about the blasted armor for one second? ...Go back to the part where you said you loved me.
 * Owain: Argh! Y-you hear that?!
 * Kjelle: ...Yes. So?
 * Owain: Look, I didn't... I mean, I do, but... I was gonna tell you at some point! Urgh. Just stab me and get it over with.
 * Kjelle: Why would I stab the man who loves me?
 * Owain: Because you hate me? Because you have a big dumb boyfriend who's going to fold me into a pretzel? I bet his name's Troy. Or Steve. ...Or Chaz or something.
 * Kjelle: I don't hate you, Owain. I actually find you oddly charming. I mean I could do without all the goofy names and the yelling... But now I see some sense in the madness. You've got heart. And lots of it, apparently.
 * Owain: So, um, does that mean you'll...
 * Kjelle: I'd love to have you by my side, Owain. In battle or out of it.
 * Owain: My steel is yours, Kjelle! By mt twitching sword hand, I swear to protect you for all time!
 * Kjelle: How about we just protect each other?

C Support

 * Owain: Ho! Cynthia!
 * Cynthia: Oh, hi! Did you need something, Owain?
 * Owain: Nothing so grand. I just hadn't seen you for a while. I miss my Justice Cabal companion!
 * Cynthia: Ha! I remember when we used to play Justice Cabal as kids! Remember how I always played at being Beano the Barbarian Queen? Hee hee!
 * Owain: Ha ha! I never did understand where you got that name! Good times... So, uh, what're you up to now?
 * Cynthia: That's classified information, mister.
 * Owain: Aw, come on. You can tell me. I'm in the Justice Cabal!
 * Cynthia: Okay, fine. But this is just between us! So I'm trying to plan a dramatic entrance for our next battle. Something...heroic.
 * Owain: Well, if you're going to be a hero, there's only one real option... Wait until your friends are on the brink of defeat, then show up and smite the enemy! There's nothing more heroic than a big comeback.
 * Cynthia: That's terrible! I can't do that!
 * Owain: Why not? A hero always shows up at the last minute. It's in the job description.
 * Cynthia: No, it's not! A real hero is there the whole time, tirelessly defending her allies!
 * Owain: Noooo, I'm pretty sure a hero has to show up and save everyone at the very end. ...Huh. Weird. We always agreed on this kind of stuff before.
 * Cynthia: Maybe that's what happens when you grow up?

B Support

 * Cynthia: Hey, Owain. Do you remember what we talked about before?
 * Owain: The perfect heroic entrance? Sure!
 * Cynthia: Well, I've been thinking about what you said, and it still feels wrong. You want me to wait and appear at the end, but what if someone needs me? What if they get hurt? Or...worse?
 * Owain: That's the whole point! You come swooping in just before anyone gets hurt!
 * Cynthia: But what if you're too late?
 * Owain: Just don't let it happen. Situational analysis is a basic part of heroism.
 * Cynthia: Mmm, it's still a risk. I think I'd rather just be there from the beginning.
 * Owain: Yeah, but you know what? Even if the worst DOES happen, I'd still be heroic! I'd slowly walk up the crumpled body of my comrade... I'd stoop low and gently brush their bloody and matted hair from their face... And I'd say...
 * Cynthia: Yes? Yes?
 * Owain: BY THE GODS, I SHALL AVENGE YOU! And then, clutching their lifeless form tight, I'd burst into flames!
 * Cynthia: You'd what?!
 * Owain: I become death incarnate! Friend and foe alike fall before my rampage! Driven mad by grief, I am an unstoppable engine of blood rage and destruction!
 * Cynthia: Geez, Owain! Have you gone batty?! And a hero should protect people, not go on crazy rampages!
 * Owain: By the time I regain my senses, it is already too late... A ravaged land scratches before me, its soil stained red with blood. I stand in silence, alone, with only the horror of my thoughts for company...
 * Cynthia: Owain? Hey, Owain! Snap out of it!

A Support

 * Owain: So! You wanna hear how the story ends?
 * Cynthia: You mean the one where you go crazy with grief and kill everyone? I'm not sure I wanna hear how that one ends, honestly...
 * Owain: It's not going crazy! ...It's me entering Avenger Mode. AAAAANYWAY... I continue to be wracked with guilt and rage over my actions! I fall into Avenger Mode again and again, always regretting it, but powerless to resist. The stench of blood never leaves my crimson-stained hands.
 * Cynthia: You know, I've been meaning to tell you there's nothing heroic about this story.
 * Owain: But then a heroine appears to stop my tortured onslaught! It's...Cynthia! Cue the harps and bells!
 * Cynthia: Hey! I want no part of this!
 * Owain: The strong but fair Cynthia will stop at nothing to end my mad reign of terror! And end it she does, though she pays the ultimate price...
 * Cynthia: Wait—I DIE?!
 * Owain: Your selfless sacrifice teaches me to quell my rage and control Avenger Mode. With that lesson forever in my heart, I become an inexorable force for justice. ...And that's the origin of Owain Dark, Avenging Avenger of Justice!
 * Cynthia: Wait a second! Go back to the part where you kill me!
 * Owain: Ah ha ha! Sorry, Cynthia. I got carried away by my own awesomeness! Man...maybe I should write novels. You know, once the war is over.
 * Cynthia: Just make sure I stay alive long enough to read them, all right?

S Support

 * Owain: Hey, Cynthia?
 * Cynthia: Hey, Owain. You need something?
 * Owain: Remember when we were talking about what makes a hero?
 * Cynthia: Sure. You become the Dark Justice Avenger or whatever, and I take a dirt nap.
 * Owain: No, not that. I mean when we were talking about making a heroic entrance.
 * Cynthia: Yeah, what about it?
 * Owain: Did you ever come up with anything yourself?
 * Cynthia: I'm going to charge headlong into the fray while shouting something awesome! Like, "Mine is the blade that shall cleave the dark in twain!" Or...you know. Something.
 * Owain: Nice! I'm thinking now I'll do the same! But maybe say something like... "I am peaceful by nature, but all who threaten my friends will know pain!" You know, just to keep with the whole Avenging Avenger angle.
 * Cynthia: Wait, hold on. You'd do the same thing? You'd charge headlong into the fray?
 * Owain: Well, the dialogue is a lot different, but yeah. I'm going to charge in.
 * Cynthia: Really? What changed your mind?
 * Owain: I've been thinking about this a lot since you brought it up, you know? I mean, why did we dream about becoming heroes in the first place?
 * Cynthia: Probably because we heard all the stories about our parents.
 * Owain: Right! And now that I'm here, I have a chance to keep them safe. I can't do that if I hang back and wait, so I'm going to follow your lead. ...Heh. It was still fun coming up with that story, though.
 * Cynthia: I know. It reminded me of when we were kids. I miss those days.
 * Owain: Yeah, me too... Say, Cynthia? You know, maybe we could... Um, if you wanted... I mean...
 * Cynthia: Hmm?
 * Owain: Do you want to get together, Cynthia?
 * Cynthia: Huh? But we're already together! ...... ...Oh. Oh! You mean TOGETHER together!
 * Owain: Well...yeah. I mean, I like you more than anyone I know and... I think I always have.
 * Cynthia: I don't know, Owain. I never...I never thought about it quite like that. It wouldn't be boring, that's for sure.
 * Owain: So is that a yes?
 * Cynthia: ...Yeah! Let's do it! But one condition: no more sacrificing me in your stories. Got it?
 * Owain: By the mighty axe of Hector, I swear it will be so! We shall be legends fit to rival even our parents!
 * Cynthia: Legends or no, as long as we're together every step of the way!

C Support

 * Owain: Let's see what we've got here... Hm... Nice form... Elegant curve to the blade... I dub the...Sword of the Swan! Hm... Now this axe is nice and heavy, but with that bit on the end... I dub thee...Head Smoosher Plus One!
 * Severa: Are you talking to that axe?
 * Owain: No, that would be silly! I'm just naming our latest shipment of weapons.
 * Severa: Doesn't that seem a bit childish?
 * Owain: Ooh! I still haven't named your weapon!
 * Severa: Pfft! It doesn't need a name.
 * Owain: Of course it does! A name can be a very powerful thing! It makes a weapon your partner instead of a simple tool! Plus, you'll never confuse it with anyone else's!
 * Severa: Did your mother sew your name into your smallclothes or something?
 * Owain: Here, let me see it. It'll just take a second!
 * Severa: No! Keep your grubby mitts off!
 * Owain: Geez, all right, all right! No need to be rude.

B Support

 * Owain: Severa? Hey, Severa!
 * Severa: Oh, brother. What is it now?
 * Owain: I was going to help you name your–
 * Severa: I thought I made myself quite clear. My weapon does not need a name.
 * Owain: Oh no, you were very clear on that point. That's not what I was going to say. I think you should name your special moves!
 * Severa: Did you really just say "special moves"?
 * Owain: Like "something-something...SWORD!" or "whatever...THRUST!" and stuff. Come one, it's easy. I'll help you!
 * Severa: I wasn't aware you had move sat all, let alone special ones.
 * Owain: Of course! I'm at 45 and counting. Just a few more, and I'll hit an even 50! Pretty impressive, huh?
 * Severa: And you shout these names out loud while on the battlefield?
 * Owain: That's kind of the point. It strikes fear in the enemy's heart!
 * Severa: Or it just makes them easier to kill when they're doubled over laughing...
 * Owain: ...Something tells me I'm not convincing you.
 * Severa: Listen, Owain. Ridiculous names and insane shouting is cute when you're six. But you're a grown man now! It's gone from embarrassing to just plain...creepy.
 * Owain: Oh yeah? Well I've got a name for the move you're pulling right now! Grumpy...BLAST!
 * Severa: What if a real man decides to stab you while you're shouting? Hmm? You're left gurgling on your own blood while we find ourselves one fighter short! Go on! Ask anyone in camp! They all think you're ridiculous.
 * Owain: You think... Do they really...?
 * Severa: Yes, hey really! So I'm sorry if I don't have time to indulge your weird little hobby! Now drop it!
 * Owain: ...S-sorry.

A Support

 * Severa: Owain? Hey, Owain! OWAAAAAIN! ...Hey! You! Have you seen Owain?
 * Soldier: Last I saw, he was in some tent, curled up in a corner muttering to himself.
 * Severa: Oh, for the love of... Chrom just called an all-hands meeting. What does that man-child think he's doing?!
 * Severa: Ugh, could he make this place any darker? Is he really even in here...?
 * Owain: ......
 * Severa: O-Owain! What are you still doing here? Chrom called a meeting. And why are you clutching your knees and rocking in the corner? Talk about creepy!
 * Owain: I am creepy.
 * Severa: Hey, I was only stating the truth, weirdo. ...... Okay, what is it. Did something happen? What's wrong with you?
 * Owain: Nothing happened. I'm just a creepy creep who creeps around with his weirdo hobbies.
 * Severa: Are you still upset over what I said before?!
 * Owain: No, I'm not upset. You were just stating the truth.
 * Severa: Ugh, okay! I'm sorry! I went too far and now you're sad and blah blah blah. There. Are we good, now? Now come on. Chrom is waiting for us.
 * Owain: What would Chrom want with a creepy creep like me?
 * Severa: That's ENOUGH, mister!
 * Owain: Muh...?
 * Severa: Ugh... I can't believe you're actually going to make me say this... Since when did you ever let reality get in the way of your happy little fantasy world? You don't care what other people say. You walk your own path and whistle loudly! Deluded confidence and blind faith have always been your greatest strengths.
 * Owain: You...really think so?
 * Severa: I know so. So don't let a little criticism slow you down. Mine especially. Everyone knows I'm a huge jerk anyway, so just shrug it off and keep going.
 * Owain: You're... *sniff* Severa, you're...
 * Severa: I'm...what?
 * Owain: RRAAAAAAAAAAUGH!
 * Severa: ...Oh, gods. It finally happened. The weirdo has snapped.
 * Owain: Severa, you're right! This isn't me! I never listen to what anyone says. Half the time I don't know they're talking! Thank you, Severa. I feel a lot better! Now come on, I'll race you to Chrom's!
 * Severa: Wh-what? No, I won't race you! Come back Owain! *Sigh* ...What an idiot. Still, I'm glad he's better. A sad Owain is just...sad.

S Support

 * Owain: Hey, Severa. Sorry again for before.
 * Severa: Are we still talking about that? Forget it.
 * Owain: No, really! Some of the things you said struck a chord in me. You helped me remember who I am and who I want to be!
 * Severa: Owain, I... Look, I should be the one apologizing.
 * Owain: Why? I understand why you got mad at me.
 * Severa: Not that!
 * Owain: What, then?
 * Severa: Here, just...look at my weapon.
 * Owain: This is... Hey, you inscribed my name in the handle! I thought you'd never! Wait...this looks really old and weathered. Which means you'd already... Ah ha ha! You're terrible! You gave me all that grief after you'd done the same thing? I guess that explains why you wouldn't let me see if before.
 * Severa: Look closer, you goof! ...Read it.
 * Owain: I'm confused, Severa. This is...my name.
 * Severa: I know. That's why I was too embarrassed to tell you.
 * Owain: You named your weapon after me? But...why? And how long ago?!
 * Severa: Because you've always been nice to me, even when I wasn't. Because you're a person I've always been able to trust, no matter what. And because... I don't know. I guess I just...like you. I always have. I'm sorry Owain... I'm always shouting and saying such terrible things to you... I don't mean to, honest. These things just...pop out of me for some reason! *Sniff* *sob*
 * Owain: H-hey, don't cry!
 * Severa: Waaaaaaaaah!
 * Owain: Hey, come on! I think you're great! I mean, you named your weapon after me and everything, right? So come on. No more crying. I'm honored to be at your side.
 * Severa: You...mean it? *sniff* Like...REALLY at my side?
 * Owain: Are you kidding? You're GORGEOUS! I'd cut off my sword hand just to stand near you for an hour! Um...sorry. Did I say too much there?
 * Severa: No, Owain. It was just right.

C Support

 * Owain: Ah ha! I've found you, Morgan!
 * Morgan: What? What's wrong? Has something happened?
 * Owain: Aye, the second I saw you, something happened! I knew you for my one and only rival!
 * Morgan: Beg your pardon?
 * Owain: My soul sensed your powerful aura, and all at once realized our cosmic incongruity!
 * Morgan: Wow, I...must not have noticed.
 * Owain: You are the only one who could ever stand as my equal in battle. Now...ANSWER MY CALL!
 * Morgan: I'm still not sure what you're talking about, but you sound absolutely convinced. And to be honest, I find myself...intrigued. Even though it makes no earthly sense. I can't see how any self-respecting warrior could turn away from such fiery passion.
 * Owain: Just so, my eternal ally-versary!
 * Morgan: Yes, it's so clear to me now. So obvious! Truly, we were fated to clash as rivals!
 * Owain: The gauntlet is thrown! Let our extremely protracted duel to the death begin! But let us not, in our haste for glory, forget to observe the one sacred rule of combat! ...When I'm shouting a move name, you have to wait for me to finish. I shall extend the same courtesy to you, as a fellow brother of the Justice Cabal.
 * Morgan: I agree to your terms, mortal foe! ...Though I doubt the enemies I've encountered would be quite so patient.
 * Owain: I fear the scum you've faced are beserkers, their honor lost to blood madness!
 * Morgan: I never knew...
 * Owain: Now, let us begin... Have at you, sir!
 * Morgan: Face me if you dare!

B Support

 * Owain: Come, my ordained ally-versary! Let our battle cries rend the very heavens above!
 * Morgan: May the song of our crossing blades echo unto eternity!
 * Owain: I shall be the first to strike! Radiant...DAAAAAAAAAAAAWN!
 * Morgan: Too slow! I parry with ease!
 * Owain: Y-you do?!
 * Morgan: Is that all you've got, fiend?!
 * Owain: Impossible! How could he have defeated my ultimate special move?!
 * Morgan: Ha ha! My turn! Flamingo...PUUUUUUUUUUUNCH!
 * Owain: I don't even need to dodge such a pathetic fireball. I deflect it back at you! KA-PWING!
 * Morgan: Waugh?!
 * Owain: Heh heh. Child's play.
 * Morgan: But...how?! How did he return my arcane magic?!
 * Owain: It seems we're at a stalemate, my rival. Till the next fated hour is tolled!
 * Morgan: I'll not let you off so easy next time! I swear it! I SWEEEEEEEEAR!
 * Owain: ......
 * Morgan: ......
 * Owain: Ah ha ha ha ha ha!
 * Morgan: Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
 * Owain: That. Was. AMAZING!
 * Morgan: Oh my gosh, right?! You were great, Owain!
 * Owain: Hardly! For being new to this, you nearly blew me away!
 * Morgan: Please, you're too modest. I'm nowhere near as good as you. I'm surprised how much fun it is to tthink this stuff up on the fly.
 * Owain: And it only gets better from here! So...sane time next week?
 * Morgan: Sure! I can't wait!

A Support

 * Owain: The bell tolls for thee, Morgan. The fated hour is upon us. I ready my true ultimate move...
 * Morgan: Actually, can you hold that thought for just a minute, Owain?
 * Owain: Craven! You would flee from this sacred duel?!
 * Morgan: No, no, I'm all set to go. I just thought I'd go invite some of the others, too.
 * Owain: The...others?
 * Morgan: Sure! Games like these are best in groups. The more the merrier, right?
 * Owain: ...A game? A GAME?! You dare insult the sacred affairs of the fated hour?! You dare compare our battle to the capering fools upon a gilded stage?!
 * Morgan: No! I have nothing but respect for it! It always picks me up on slow days.
 * Owain: That is so not the point, Morgan!
 * Morgan: It isn't? I don't understand.
 * Owain: Oh, forget it. Just...forget it. And besides, the others wouldn't come anyway. They all treat me like an idiot when I make up moves.
 * Morgan: I've certainly never heard anyone say anything.
 * Owain: Trust me. They think I'm just a big kid. That's whhy I chose you as my rival. You take me seriously!
 * Morgan: Owain, I'm sorry. I didn't mean any disrespect by it.
 * Owain: No, it's fine. I know I'm pathetic. Just forget I said anything, all right?
 * Morgan: I don't think so.
 * Owain: What? Why not?
 * Morgan: Because it make me happy to hear you speak from the heart. We may be eternal rivals, but we're friends first and last. You can tell me anything!
 * Owain: You... You mean that?
 * Morgan: Of course! If I can withstand your Nephenee's Lance attack, I think I can handle your feelings.
 * Owain: I still call no fair on that. I totally had you.
 * Morgan: Ha ha! You're dreaming. You've always been a dreamer, Owain. Everybody loves that about you. And they respect you for marching to the beat of your own drum.
 * Owain: I guess so.
 * Morgan: Well, I know so, friend. So have some confidence!
 * Owain: All right, I will! Thanks, Morgan. So, uh... Do you think we could still...
 * Morgan: The code of the Justice Cabal demands no less. Our rivalry is undying! Now help me come up with some new moves!
 * Owain: You got it!

C Support

 * Owain: *Huff* Ah ha! Found you, Morgan! *huff, huff*
 * Morgan: Sorry, were you looking for me? And what's got you so out of breath? Has something happened?
 * Owain: Aye, it is! The second I first saw you, something wondrous happened! A charge coursed through my body with the electrifying force of summer lightning!
 * Morgan: Er, what?
 * Owain: Though you wear a different face, I knew you for my fated ally! Across a thousand thousand lives have we shared the fortunes of war!
 * Morgan: ...I'm afraid I'm still not following.
 * Owain: You and I are partners, bound tight by the red string of fate since time immemorial. If we join forces once more in this life, no foe could hope to stop us!
 * Morgan: Ah ha ha ha!
 * Owain: Wh-what's so funny?
 * Morgan: You are! That was amazing. Is it from a play, or did you write it yourself?
 * Owain: I wrote it myse— Uh, no! I mean, I didn't write it at all! I'm saying it because I mean it!
 * Morgan: But how could you possibly know we were partners in a previous life?
 * Owain: My sixth sense bespoke it to my third eye.
 * Morgan: Ha ha ha! Oh gods, that's brilliant! You really have a gift for this, Owain.
 * Owain: But I'm not... This isn't just...
 * Morgan: Hee hee! Okay, okay. So if we WERE fated partners, can you prove it?
 * Owain: Of course! Name your challenge!
 * Morgan: No incarnation of me would ever settle for a partner who couldn't cook.
 * Owain: ...As in food?
 * Morgan: There is something wonderful about one person preparing food for another. It shows they care, and in turn gives the other person strength.
 * Owain: So be it! I shall cook a meal fit to dispel any doubts of our star-linked fates!
 * Morgan: Hee hee! I can't wait!

B Support

 * Owain: Prepare yourself, Morgan! My culinary masterpiece is complete!
 * Morgan: Oh, wow. That looks great!
 * Owain: It does, doesn't it? Though I still haven't come up with a fitting name for—
 * Morgan: Okay, here goes! *horf* *slurp* *munch* *chomp*
 * Owain: Um...I wasn't finished...presenting it.
 * Morgan: Urp! Oh gods, that was incredible...
 * Owain: Ha! I eat recipes like that for breakfast! ...Metaphorically, I mean. Now, are you ready to acknowledge me as your true and rightful partner in battle?
 * Morgan: I'd say you passed round one with flying colors!
 * Owain: ...There's more than one round?
 * Morgan: Yeah, of course! We have to be sure about this kind of thing, you know? Now, if we're going to swear sacred oaths, we'll need a symbol of our promise.
 * Owain: We will?
 * Morgan: Something strong and timeless. Something...valuable. Aha! Gemstones! We must swear loyalty on a pair of gargantuan gemstones!
 * Owain: ...S-so be it! I'll scour the land for the two finest gems in existence!
 * Morgan: Great! I'll be waiting!

A Support

 * Owain: Morgan! I've got them!
 * Morgan: Got what?
 * Owain: Gemstones! The symbols of our oath! ...The ones you made me find?
 * Morgan: Really? I asked you to do that? ...Huh. Well, I'll just have to trust you. Remembering stuff isn't my strong suit.
 * Owain: You're killing me, Morgan. Anyway, here. Feast your eyes on THESE!
 * Morgan: Holy smokes! Look how black that one is!
 * Owain: This onyx has hewn from the abyssal darkness of the underworld itself! I was forced to battle a horde of fire-breathing—
 * Morgan: Ooooh! This one's such a pretty green!
 * Owain: Er, uh... Y-yes! Yes, it certainly is! The vessel for all of Mother Nature's power, found sleeping in a cradle of earth! I swam through miles of shark-infested waters just to—
 * Morgan: Sooooo pretty...
 * Owain: Yes, quite pretty. So will you now acknowledge me as your fated partner?
 * Morgan: I will indeed! You've shown the depths of your dedication in no uncertain terms. I pronounce us partners in battle forever! ...Sorry to make you jump through hoops.
 * Owain: 'Twas nothing! May our partnership bring peace to the land and glory to us both!
 * Morgan: Sooo... What do we do as partners? I mean, do we stand next to each other when we fight, or...what?
 * Owain: Naturally, we... Er, I mean, we'll... Actually, I hadn't thought that far ahead.
 * Morgan: Ah ha ha ha! You really are too much. Always sprinting ahead, whether you know where you're going or not!
 * Owain: No matter. We've got all of this lifetime to figure it out! In the meantime, here's to us, partner!
 * Morgan: Hee hee! To us!

S Support

 * Morgan: Um, say, Owain?
 * Owain: What's wrong? You sound upset. Speak, O fated companion! Spill your breast unto me!
 * Morgan: Oh, wow. I don't think that's how that phrase goes. Anyway, um, it's about before. ...When I was testing you?
 * Owain: That business? What of it?
 * Morgan: Yeah, so, that wasn't really about cooking or gems or anything. I just wanted to see how important I was to you. I'm sorry for being dishonest.
 * Owain: All part of the partner-vetting process! Think no more of it.
 * Morgan: But there's still one thing I really want that you haven't given to me. Maybe you could...think about what that might be?
 * Owain: What you really want, huh? Hmm... Wait, is this round three?
 * Morgan: It's the final round.
 * Owain: All right, give me a second here. Hmmmmm...
 * Morgan: Well? Have you figured it out?
 * Owain: Is it...a pony?!
 * Morgan: Um, n-no. It's not a pony.
 * Owain: Oh. I thought all girls loved ponies. ...Because I'd certainly get you a pony! I'd get you anything you wanted!
 * Morgan: Really?
 * Owain: I'd do anything for the woman I love! ...... I didn't...mean to...say that out loud.
 * Morgan: Owain!
 * Owain: Well, as long as I've spilled those beans, I might as well dump the rest of 'em out. That whole partner thing was a ruse. I just wanted to spend time with you.
 * Morgan: Oh, Owain! THAT'S the answer I've been looking for!
 * Owain: Wait...it is?
 * Morgan: All I ever wanted was to know how you felt. To hear you say those words! But all I could ever get from you were home-cooked meals and expensive jewels.
 * Owain: Does that mean you...
 * Morgan: Yes, you silly man, I love you! I've loved you for so long. Be my partner, Owain. Not just in battle, but in life.
 * Owain: I swear to be at your side, in war and in peace, for as long as I live!
 * Morgan: I'll hold you to that—because I swear the same!

C Support

 * Morgan: Let's see here... Birthday? May 5th... Favorite colors? Blue and purple... Favorite food? Probably bear meat...
 * Owain: What are you mumbling about over there, Morgan?
 * Morgan: Least favorite food? Veggies, apparently. Don't seem to mind them now, though...
 * Owain: Morgan!
 * Morgan: Oh! Owain?! Guess I was pretty out of it to miss my own brother paying a visit! Did you need something?
 * Owain: Just wondering what you were chanting over there... You practicing some all-powerful new magic incantations or something?
 * Morgan: Nope! Just going back over my notes on what you told me about myself. I was hoping they'd hold some clue that might help spark my memory. Heh. It's kind of crazy how much you know about me, huh? Like, I really once got five nosebleeds in the same day? I have no memory of that at all. AT ALL! Ha ha ha! I can just imagine...
 * Owain: Well, you're still as cheerful as ever, that's for sure. And as talkative as ever...
 * Morgan: I am? I mean, I was?! Hmm, now that you mention it, that does sound...right, somehow. ...Heh. Everything still feels funny. Even you being my brother hasn't really clicked.
 * Owain: If you think it's strange for you, imagine how I feel! My kid sister starts talking to me like a stranger, asking questions about herself... I had no idea how to even interact with you. It was pretty rough, but I got used to it.
 * Morgan: Heh, yeah... Sorry about that. But that's just another reason why I'm working hard to get my memories back. Once I do, nobody will have to feel weird or awkward around me again. Pretty noble, huh? I'm such a sweet, selfless girl!
 * Owain: Heh, and so humble as well... In any case, I'm happy to help you get those memories back however I can. Someday soon I bet we'll be able to laugh about all the old times—now included!
 * Morgan: Heh, right!

B Support

 * Owain: Whew! Another long day of combat... I'm bused. Think I'll hit the hay ear...ly? Is someone passed out over there? Wait, is that Morgan?!
 * Morgan: Nn...nngh...
 * Owain: Morgan! By my twitching sword hand, what's happened to you?!
 * Morgan: ...Wha—?! Owain! Wh-what am I doing here? Was I asleep?! I don't even remember feeling tired... Oh, right! I was bashing that huge tome against my head when I blacked out. That explains why my face hurts so bad...
 * Owain: Bashing your... Morgan, why in the WORLD would you do that?! Wait, were you trying to get your memories back?
 * Morgan: Well, yeah! Obviously. If you ever saw me bludgeoning myself just for fun, I hope you'd put a stop to it...
 * Owain: I'll stop you even if it's NOT just for fun, you nitwit! Look, I know you want your memories back, but please... Don't do anything reckless.
 * Morgan: ...But I want to be able to talk with you about old times again.
 * Owain: I know, Morgan, and I want that, too. But more than that, I want you safe. I may just be another stranger to you, but to me, you're family. In the future, with Mother and Father gone, it was just the two of us. You're all I had, Morgan... I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you.
 * Morgan: All right. I'm sorry, Owain.
 * Owain: Just as long as you understand.
 * Morgan: ...Heh, that felt really siblingy just now. Don't you think? Me messing up and you scolding me felt... I don't know, it felt really plausible! Maybe if you keep it up, I'll remember something!
 * Owain: You really think so?
 * Morgan: Yeah! Oh yeah, this will totally work! So go on, keep yelling! C'mon, scream at your amnesiac sister, Owain!
 * Owain: I... I'm not really comfortable with—
 * Morgan: Hey, why don't you use the tome, too? Come on, don't hold back. Really wallop me with that thing! Maybe the simultaneous physically and mental shock will jar some memories loose! It's gotta be twice as effective as either one by itself, right? That's just basic science.
 * Owain: Good night, Morgan...

A Support

 * Owain: Hey, Morgan. I'm headed into town. Want to come along?
 * Morgan: I'd love to! Is there something in particular you need?
 * Owain: I might pick up a couple of things, yeah. But mostly I think there's something YOU need.
 * Morgan: It doesn't have to do with getting my memories back, does it?
 * Owain: The opposite, really. Maybe there's no need to worry about your memories.
 * Morgan: That...makes no sense.
 * Owain: I'll be honest—it does hurt to know you've forgotten me. But...maybe it's better to build new memories than to worry about old ones.
 * Morgan: What do you mean?
 * Owain: I've been thinking about this a lot. Why you might have lost your memories, I mean. And I'm wondering if you didn't have some awful memory you couldn't bear to keep. ...I know I've got a few. I see a lot of faces, you know? People we couldn't save...
 * Morgan: ...... I'm sorry you have to bear those dreadful memories, Owain...
 * Owain: Look, this is just a theory, and even if it's true, it's not like you did it consciously. But I do think that getting your memories back might not necessarily be a good thing.
 * Morgan: Hmm... I understand, and believe me, I appreciate the thought... But I want to remember things, no matter how painful they are. Because I'm sure there'll be plenty of great memories mixed with the bad ones. And the truth, whatever it is... I really want to have that back, you know?
 * Owain: Well, if you're sure, then I'm happy to help.
 * Morgan: That's really kind of you, Owain, but do you truly realize what you're saying? I mean, it could be years before I remember anything. Or decades. Heck, there's a decent chance I may never get my memories back at all. I don't want to drag you into something that could last forever.
 * Owain: I'm already stuck with you forever, you goof. I'm your brother! And memories or no, we are united by our shared blood—the blood of heroes! Neither you nor any foul villain could ever hope to keep us apart!
 * Morgan: Owain, I... *sniff* Thank you! I'll do everything I can!
 * Owain: Then start by coming with me into town.
 * Morgan: Huh? But you said that doesn't have to do with getting my memories back.
 * Owain: Hey, there's no rule that says you can't have a little fun while you try. And there's certainly no rule against making some happy new memories, either. You're young! Live a little! There'll be plenty of time to worry later.
 * Morgan: Right... You're right! Thanks, Brother!

C Support

 * Noire: Hnnnnrrrggghhh!
 * Owain: Whoa, Noire! That's an awful heavy load you've got. What are you up to?
 * Noire: Eep! ...O-oh! Hello, Owain. I'm just bringing some ingredients back from the market.
 * Owain: Geez, they look heavy. Here, lemme help you.
 * Noire: Um, but...are you sure?
 * Owain: Sure, I'm sure! Just drop 'em there, and let your white knight take over!
 * Noire: I'm sorry for the trouble. Thank you.
 * Owain: I'm a lone wolf by nature, but the call of an innocent in distress still— By the red hair of Eliwood! This really is heavy! Is all this stuff for tonight's dinner?
 * Noire: No, not exactly. I thought I'd try my hand at confections.
 * Owain: Ah! And what do you have to confess? Go on now, you can tell old Owain!
 * Noire: Er, no. "Confections." Baked sweets. Little cakes and the like? So I've got flour, milk, eggs, honey, and a few random fruits.
 * Owain: Wow, I didn't know you were such an amazing cook!
 * Noire: Um, well, I haven't cooked anything yet. Actually, this is my first attempt. But maybe you might...try it? I mean...if you...want?
 * Owain: I'd love to! My sword hand is always hungry for conventions!
 * Noire: Um, "confections." It's pronounced... N-never mind. Thanks, Owain. I'll try not to let you down.

B Support

 * Owain: Hey, Noire! I'm here to put some cake in my belly!
 * Noire: Eep! O-Owain! Hello...
 * Owain: Whoa, it smells amazing in here! It's making my mouth water.
 * Noire: I hope it's all right. Some of these proportions are a bit tricky.
 * Owain: I'll let my stomach be the final arbiter of quality here. Give me that! *Horf, snorf, chomp* By the juggled axe of Kieran! This is amazing!
 * Noire: R-really? Oh, I'm so glad...
 * Owain: It's like a lightning bolt of flavor from a fluffy nimbus of perfect texture! Is this your mother's recipe? Because it tastes like magic!
 * Noire: I'd always wanted to try it, but... Well, we never had the ingredients.
 * Owain: Ha! Tell me about it! I spent most of my time in the future eating bugs. So what do you call this delicious morsel, anyway?
 * Noire: I...I don't know. The recipe never mentioned a name.
 * Owain: Then I must give it one!
 * Noire: Er... You will?
 * Owain: Sure! If you don't know it, I doubt anybody else does, so I may as well give it a new one!
 * Noire: I... I suppose that's okay.
 * Owain: A harmonious clash of sweet and bitter rise up through a field of earthen brown... A single whole, when sliced, shows two tiers joined by icing, as two hearts by love... It's coming to me... Brace yourself! It's...coming...to,,,me...! Behold! The Garden of Eternal Devotion!
 * Noire: That's... That's beautiful, Owain! You're a poet! You just poemed!
 * Owain: I did? I mean, um... Ha ha ha! Of course I did!
 * Noire: Oh, there are so many cakes I'd like to have you try! But even here in the past, this stupid war makes it hard to find ingredients.
 * Owain: Ha! Never fear, my dear chef! I'm sure we'll figure something out.
 * Noire: Um, so if I do...will you name it again? L-like before? I mean, like a poem?
 * Owain: S-sure, why not?!

A Support

 * Owain: Hey, Noire!
 * Noire: Eep! H-hello, Owain...
 * Owain: Any chance you could whip up another cake? I'm craving something sweet.
 * Noire: Oh, I'm so sorry! But I'm all out of ingredients.
 * Owain: Ah... I figured as much.
 * Noire: I really am sorry...
 * Owain: Don't apologize! It's just one more reason for me to fight for peace!
 * Noire: I...I was looking forward to hearing your poems again.
 * Owain: You're really stuck on that, huh?
 * Noire: Eep! S-sorry! I didn't mean to—
 * Owain: Heh, you sure are jumpy. Anyway, if you could make any cake you wanted, what would it be? The last one tasted like chocolate, but there have to be other kinds.
 * Noire: Well, there are sweet breads you eat with jam and butter... Um, and then spongy cakes that you put berries on... All kinds, really. I don't know which one I'd like to try.
 * Owain: Oof, I shouldn't have asked... I'm drooling just hearing about them!
 * Noire: S-say, Owain?
 * Owain: Hm?
 * Noire: Could describing them be enough to come up with a name? I mean, um... Could you maybe poem a cake that didn't exist yet?
 * Owain: Sorry, no can do. The engine of inspiration is sparked by frosting on the palate. It's like the flavor shakes the words out of my very soul!
 * Noire: Oh. ...Then I'll just have to try doubly hard to find ingredients.
 * Owain: Just don't do anything crazy, all right? I don't want you robbing an old lady's larder or something.
 * Noire: I won't do...that.
 * Owain: I don't want to know!

S Support

 * Noire: O-Owain! I made another cake!
 * Owain: You did? Can I have a bite? Please? Pretty please?!
 * Noire: Of course! I...I made it for you.
 * Owain: Ooh, now this looks great! Don't blink or you'll miss this disappearing act! *Horf, norf, snarf, chomp, shlurp* ...BRAAAAAAAAAP! Oh, gods. I feel it! ...I feel inspiration! Get ready! Here it comes!
 * Noire: I've never been so ready in my life!
 * Owain: The flavors swirl like veining in the marble walls of a giant cakey cathedral! A symphony of scent scintillates the space with notes of supple spice! Citrus-tinged light shines forth as if through a stained-glass window! Here...it...COOOOOMES... The High Temple of Austere Majesty!
 * Noire: A...t-temple? My cake is a temple?
 * Owain: And at it's altar, a prince and princess exchange their wedding vows!
 * Noire: A royal wedding?! Oh my goodness!
 * Owain: Oh, Noire! I cannot bear the thought of life without your sweet cakes! Marry me, Noire! Marry me!
 * Noire: ...... Heh... Heh heh heh... Mwah ha ha ha ha ha! BLOOD AND THUNDER!
 * Owain: Gah! L-look! I'm sorry! You can just say no if you want! It's totally fine!
 * Noire: YOU STOLE IT!
 * Owain: I stole wh-what?!
 * Noire: YOU STOLE MY PLAN! The cake was but a way to butter you up before asking the same question! And now you have o'erstapped your bounds and ruined my plan! INSOLENCE!
 * Owain: B-b-but wait! We both get what we want! Who cares who asks who first?!
 * Noire: ...... ...Oh. R-right. Yes, of course. I'm terribly sorry. I shouldn't have yelled, Owain. I was just a bit...overcome.
 * Owain: Hey, I know how it goes. I have trouble reining it in sometimes, too. Maybe that's another reason why we'd be good for each other? ...Maybe?
 * Noire: Oh, Owain! I am so very fond of you! I love how you chew with your mouth open! I love how you name your utensils! I love it all!
 * Owain: Now you're making ME feel a little overcome!
 * Noire: Hee hee!

C Support

 * Owain: Hey, Nah. What are you up to?
 * Nah: Judging from the book in my hands, I'd say it's rather obvious.
 * Owain: Yeah, but there's a whole stack of books next to you, too. Are you planning to read them all?
 * Nah: There were hardly any books in the future we came from. It's nice to have this much variety.
 * Owain: Yeah, I guess. But reading seems kinda... I don't know. Old and boring? I mean, in manakete years, you're still pretty young, right?
 * Nah: I don't understand. What do you think I should do instead?
 * Owain: Play? Have fun? Run around in circles?
 * Nah: Owain, you do realize we're at war, right? This isn't the time for games.
 * Owain: Well, it still seems like you're trying to grow up too fast.
 * Nah: All right, fine! You think up a game, and maybe I'll play it!
 * Owain: Fine then! Maybe I will!
 * Nah: Good! You do that! You know where to find me.

B Support

 * Owain: Nah!
 * Nah: What is it, Owain?
 * Owain: I thought up the perfect game for you!
 * Nah: I suppose asking you to let me read in peace is out of the question? Oh, all right. Let's hear it.
 * Owain: "What's that breath attack?" Great, right? I'm thinking you could easily come up with a hundred types!
 * Nah: A hundred?! Are you mad? Owain, I can't produce a hundred different kinds of breath.
 * Owain: No, no, no! You don't do it for REAL! You IMAGINE them! Just think about what would be a totally awesome attack! Here, I'll get you started. Ready... Seeeet... FIERY ICY DEATH STRIKE!
 * Nah: Wait...so it's on fire AND made of ice? Is that even possible?
 * Owain: It doesn't matter if it's possible! That's not the point! Okay, let's try again. Ready... Seeeeeet... SUPER DINOSAUR DEATH GORE-NADO!
 * Nah: What does that even mean?
 * Owain: Nah, please! You're doing it again! I told you, you don't have to actually do it. You don't even have to understand it!
 * Nah: I don't understand. Why am I thinking up names for impossible things?
 * Owain: Because it's fun? Sheesh! If this were about doing real work, it wouldn't be fun at all.
 * Nah: ...I don't get it.
 * Owain: Wow, Nah. You may look young, but I think you're actually an old crank.
 * Nah: Maybe some of us can't afford to remain children forever...
 * Owain: Hm? What was that?
 * Nah: Nothing.
 * Owain: Well, don't worry. I'll put my thinking cap on and come up with another game!

A Support

 * Owain: Hey, Nah! I'm back for another round of fun!
 * Nah: Are you still doing this? Because I think— Gyaaaaaah!
 * Owain: What do you think? How's the view from up on my shoulders?
 * Nah: Eek! D-don't drop me! J-just set me back down! Gently!
 * Owain: I figured if make-believe wasn't your thing, something more physical might be the trick. So? Are you having fun yet? I bet the world looks pretty different from up there, huh?
 * Nah: I dunno. I see things from at least twice this height in dragon form.
 * Owain: ...Oh. Right. I forgot about that. I'll just, uh... Let you down, then.
 * Nah: Thank you. ...Oof! You know, Owain, you can stop thinking of ways to waste time like this. I don't need fun or games or entertainment. I want a world at peace, and nothing more.
 * Owain: But play is important! I mean, even if you aren't really a kid! What sort of peaceful world are we making if it's all business all the time? We've got to lead by example, Nah, and that means living happy lives.
 * Nah: I don't disagree, Owain. In fact, it's kind of noble. But I just don't like horsing around. I prefer to read. ...Quietly.
 * Owain: Sorry. I guess I just assumed. But hey, if you ever get the urge to horse around, you know where to find me!
 * Nah: Why are you so fixated on this?
 * Owain: I've always been good with kids, you know? So I thought maybe if I did the same sorts of things with you...
 * Nah: Owain, look. You're really nice, and really sweet, but you need to understand... I'm not a kid. Okay? I know that's hard for you to get, but try. All right?
 * Owain: Ha ha! Okay, Nah, I will! I mean, um... I will, ma'am!

S Support

 * Nah: ......
 * Owain: Hey, Nah. What are you doing here?
 * Nah: Waiting for you.
 * Owain: Lying in ambush, huh? Well, you got me! Wait, is this a game? Are you playing hide-and-seek?
 * Nah: No more games, Owain.
 * Owain: Er, right... Sorry, I forgot. I didn't mean to treat you like... I mean, it's just... Sorry. Did you need something?
 * Nah: Stop treating me like a child, Owain.
 * Owain: I know! I know. I'm sorry.
 * Nah: Because I'm not, you know. I'm a woman.
 * Owain: Yeah, I know. I just—
 * Nah: And when you treat me like a child, it makes me uncomfortable. Because... Because I have very unchildlike feelings for you. I want to be with you as an adult. I want you to see me as an equal.
 * Owain: Wait? You do? Seriously? ...Holy cow. I mean, don't get me wrong! I think it's great! It's just... Well, I dunno. Why me?
 * Nah: I've never known anyone as kind as you. Even in the future, amid all that despair, you were always so cheery and selfless. I mean, yes, sometimes you drive me up the wall with your...exuberance. But your heart is always in the right place. Your heart is beautiful, Owain.
 * Owain: I don't know what to say... Wait, what am I saying? Yes I do! If you're willing to put up with me, I can certainly learn how to treat you right! From today on, I'm your guy!
 * Nah: And I'm your girl!
 * Owain: Woo! So...what do you want to do now? Think up new move names?
 * Nah: ...How is that any different from before?
 * Owain: Ha ha, I'm kidding! Kidding! It was a joke! Yeeeargh...