Dimitri/Supports

C Support

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

B Support

 * Dimitri: Thank you for your help the other day, Professor. Please, allow me to express my gratitude by taking you to dinner.
 * Byleth:It was nothing. / I would be delighted.
 * Dimitri: Nonsense. Your guidance was magnificent. Just what I'd expect from a professor at this esteemed academy. / Fantastic. Please think about what you'd like to eat.

After all, such magnificent guidance must work up quite an appetite. I've studied swordsmanship for some time, but your mercenary skills are something else entirely. Speaking of which, there's...another question I must ask you. Were you reconciled with the reality of battle from your first foray? With...the killing part, I mean.
 * Byleth: I hadn't the luxury of questioning it. / No. It's never easy.
 * Dimitri: I see.
 * Byleth: And you?
 * Dimitri: No... I do not carry that burden well. I doubt that will change, no matter how many years come and go. The first time I led on the battlefield, I was sent to quell a rebellion in the west. It was not a difficult fight. The enemy was not well-trained and their morale was low. A swing of the lance, and your opponent falls. A flash of your blade, and a path opens up. That's the sort of battle it was. Easy...right?
 * Byleth: You did what you had to do. / What caused the rebellion?
 * Dimitri: That's one way to look at it. /

The noble family from that area sought to seize the throne after my father's untimely death. The leader of the rebel army was defeated and the rebellion quelled. This was at the height of the post-war period. I recall coming across a dead soldier's body. He was clutching a locket. Inside was a lock of golden hair. I don't know to whom it belonged. His wife, his daughter...mother, lover... I'll never know. He was a soldier. An enemy. Someone we had cut down without hesitation. But in that moment, I realized he was also a real person, just like the rest of us. Of course, we cannot stand idly by and allow anyone\nto commit senseless acts of violence. Yet in dispensing what we call justice, we take the lives of cherished family members. Beloved friends. Killing is part of the job, but even so... There are times when I'm chilled to the bone by the depravity of my own actions.
 * Byleth: It's normal to feel that way. / I've felt the same way.
 * Dimitri:Is it? Perhaps you're right. I pray that you are. / That you feel the same way is more comforting than you could know.

Professor? May I speak freely? When we first met, I thought of you as someone who felt no strong feelings about killing your enemies. I could never trust someone who kills without batting an eye. My heart won't allow it. But after speaking with you and getting to know you better, I can see you're not like that. Now I know, with all my heart, that I can trust you. Thank you for that.

A Support

 * Dimitri: ...
 * Byleth: What are you doing? / Still training?
 * Dimitri: Sleep evades me, so I thought I'd get in some extra training. I was just about to finish. / Indeed. But I was thinking about ending it here.

Perhaps it is the gloomy weather, but I am feeling the sting of wounds that should have healed long ago...
 * Byleth: What wounds?
 * Dimitri: The injury I got when that girl stabbed me after the battle at Gronder. Her eyes were filled with revenge...just as mine once were
 * Byleth: Who was she?
 * Dimitri: I don't know... But I have a guess.
 * Byleth: ...
 * Dimitri: Ah, I suppose I haven't told you about that yet.
 * Byleth: What are you talking about?
 * Dimitri: I was attacked inside the monastery the other day. It caused quite the uproar. The ones who attacked me...were some of the youths we taught swordsmanship to, once upon a time.
 * Byleth: Are you OK? / Why did they do it?
 * Dimitri: Of course. I could capture the lot of them with my eyes closed. /

It seems they were raised by a group of thieves who we put down five years ago. I heard Lady Rhea took custody of them, claiming that the children were innocent. I have taken so many lives...and with each one, I face hatred. During the last five years especially. My life was not so different from that of a wild beast... And that young girl's brother... At some point, I must have... That is why I thought it only natural that someone would retaliate someday. Because I hated, because I stole, and... because I killed. But with those children, it's different... We drew our blades with the best of intentions, only to hurt them in the end. I suppose this is yet another thing we will just have to live with.
 * Byleth: It's part of the job. / I feel the same way.
 * Dimitri: Yes... /

As one who chose to fight, it is my responsibility to confront this anguish and the true nature of war... Until the day my life comes to an end. It is mine as well. We can confront it together. Perhaps... Thank you... You know, Professor... There is something that I only recently realized. I never knew it could be so...comforting to have someone standing by my side...

S Support

 * Dimitri: Come now, my friend. You must stop staying up so late. Tomorrow is yet another early morning. Then again, I know that matters little. You cannot sleep, can you? Neither can I, of course. I... I want you to know I am sorry for making you do so much when your battle wounds aren't even completely healed yet.
 * Byleth: And what of yours? / It's awful.
 * Dimitri: Do not worry about me... My shoulder has healed nicely. I still have some numbness in my hand, but it should not hinder me too much. / Well, I am truly sorry. I only ask that you do not overexert yourself.

But I am afraid our burdens will only grow in number. I hope you are prepared for that. Well, Your Grace, things will be busy from now on. Our first order of business is tomorrow's coronation. Once a professor and student... Now an archbishop and a king. How very far we have come.
 * Byleth: ...
 * Dimitri: It is a lovely night... Is it not? How many years has it been since I was kept awake by hopes for the future, rather than by nightmares of the past...
 * Byleth: Nightmares?
 * Dimitri: I have had the same nightmare for nine long years. A nightmare in which I am constantly tormented by those who have died... They ask me why I have not avenged them... Why I got to live, yet they had to die... No matter how many corpses I piled up for them, in the end, their voices only grew louder. Voices loathing me, calling out to me... Their inescapable death cries ringing in my ears...clinging to my soul... Even now, I can always hear them. I am certain I will be hearing them until the day I die. But I will not cover my ears. I will go on living... and their voices will serve as a warning. As a king...and as a wretch who claimed countless lives...I will build a Kingdom where the people can live in peace. I am sure she would laugh and call such talk foolish... But I wish to change this world in my own way.
 * Byleth: We're still the same. / Only our titles have changed.
 * Dimitri: That is true. To me, you will always be the one who guided me so kindly. My ally through all. My beloved... / Yes...my beloved.
 * Byleth: Dimitri...
 * Dimitri: Listen... There is something I wish to give you before the coronation. Give me your hand.
 * Byleth: ...
 * Dimitri: Please... I beg of you. Say something! If you do not wish to accept it, please just tell me. If so, I will face the truth and walk away.
 * Byleth: That's not it at all... / What is this? / I love you, Dimitri. Marry me. / You beat me to it...
 * Dimitri: ... Yes, I see. Right. In that case, let us exchange them, shall we? Your hands... Now that I hold them within my own, I see how small and fragile they are. These hands that have saved me countless times... Thank you, my beloved. Your kind, warm hands... May they cling to my own forevermore...

Goddess Tower Support

 * Dimitri: It's quiet here, isn't it, Professor? That reminds me. Do you know the legend associated with the Goddess Tower?
 * Byleth: I've heard it. / I'm not concerned with such things.
 * Dimitri: Is that right? You don't strike me as the sort to enjoy stories like that. / Just as expected.

They say that wishes made in this tower will come true. I wonder who came up with such a silly notion. Honestly... I do regret saying such a thing. Please think nothing of it. I've blurted out irresponsible things like that to my classmates. Promises that we'll see each other again and the like. I have no business making such promises for the future. There are certain things that I must accomplish, even if it means risking my life. I may not even have a future to promise to someone.
 * Byleth: You don't believe it?
 * Dimitri: Legends are legends, nothing more. I doubt there are many who really believe that wishes can be granted. The goddess just watches over us from above... That is all. No matter how hard someone begs to be saved, she would never so much as offer her hand. And even if she did, we lack the means to reach out and grasp it. That's how I feel about her. In any case... I suppose there's no harm in passing the time with silly legends. What do you say, Professor? Care to make a wish? We are here on the night of the ball. Why don't you try wishing for something?
 * Byleth: After you. / I can't think of anything, so go ahead.
 * Dimitri: I suppose my wish...is for a world in which no one would ever be unjustly taken from us. Or...something along those lines.
 * Byleth: That's a great wish. / I'll wish for the same.
 * Dimitri: Thank you, Professor. Although, at a time like this... Perhaps it would make more sense for me to wish that we'll be together forever. What do you think?
 * Byleth: ...
 * Dimitri: ... Haha! Well now, Professor! You must admit I've improved in the art of joke telling.
 * Byleth: That's cruel. / It didn't sound like a joke.
 * Dimitri: I'm sorry... I guess that was rather thoughtless of me. / ...
 * Byleth: ...
 * Dimitri: We should head back soon. It's rude of me to keep you all to myself. Shall we, Professor?

C Support

 * Dimitri: Marianne?
 * Marianne: Oh. Dimitri.
 * Dimitri: Oh... I'm sorry for disturbing your prayer.
 * Marianne: There's no need to apologize. I just finished.
 * Dimitri: I see. What were you praying for?
 * Marianne: I was simply asking the goddess...for forgiveness.
 * Dimitri: Forgiveness? For what?
 * Marianne: I put our soldiers in danger during the recent battle.
 * Dimitri: What matters is that they came back safely in the end. You shouldn't blame yourself for that.
 * Marianne: It's true, but... You were injured when you came to our aid.
 * Dimitri: That? It was just a scratch. A small price to pay for your safety.
 * Marianne: But...
 * Dimitri: I would never regret helping an ally, even if it meant losing my own life.
 * Marianne: No, no. That's wrong.
 * Dimitri: How so?
 * Marianne: It's just all wrong. You have my thanks for helping in the battle, Dimitri. But I'm afraid I have to ask that you keep your distance from me.
 * Dimitri: Is that so?
 * Marianne: Yes.
 * Dimitri: Forgive me, but I will be there for you. Whether you want me to or not.
 * Marianne: I'm sorry...

B Support

 * Dimitri: Marianne?
 * Marianne: Oh. Yes?
 * Dimitri: May I sit here? There isn't another open spot...
 * Marianne: Um, you may.
 * Dimitri: I'm sorry... I should have eaten in my quarters. I know you asked me to stay away from you.
 * Marianne: No, it's fine. About the other day, when you said you didn't regret risking your own life...
 * Dimitri: I apologize for whatever foolish thing I said to upset you, truly. But...may I ask what happened?
 * Marianne: It's just... There is only misfortune for anyone who comes near me.
 * Dimitri: Misfortune?
 * Marianne: I'm afraid so. Especially those with complete disregard for their own safety.
 * Dimitri: Ah, so I didn't offend you. You're trying to tell me I should be more concerned for my own safety. Well, I suppose I could improve in that regard. As for you causing misfortune, I think that's far from the truth. In fact, I find you to be a lucky charm of sorts.
 * Marianne: Me? Lucky? I'm sorry, but I don't agree with that at all. My entire life up until this point has been nothing but a string of unfortunate events.
 * Dimitri: But misfortune finds us all. Perhaps those around you have suffered or even perished, but look at you. You're still here, alive and well.
 * Marianne: That's...
 * Dimitri: It doesn't feel good, does it...to be the one left behind? You feel guilt for not dying along with the others.
 * Marianne: H-how did you know?
 * Dimitri: You and I are the same. Maybe you should fear being cursed with misfortune for coming near me.
 * Marianne: Hehe.
 * Dimitri: Ah, a smile and a laugh. Coming from you, that's a rarity. This must be my lucky day.
 * Marianne: I just find the idea amusing. It's strange to think that someone like you could have anything in common with me.
 * Dimitri: Is it so terrible a thought?
 * Marianne: No, no. It's not that. It actually makes me happy. As though there's finally someone who understands how I truly feel...

A Support

 * Marianne: Hmm... Spared again...
 * Dimitri: So it would seem. I told you that you are extraordinarily lucky.
 * Marianne: Sometimes I think that must be true. But why me? Is this the goddess's way of telling me to make something of myself? There are so many others who are much more deserving of life...
 * Dimitri: I often think the same of myself... Especially after battles where many lives were lost. But I must go on living. I cannot give in to death so readily. It is my duty to atone for my sins, and to pay for the lives I've taken. I suppose...that must be why the goddess allows me to live on.
 * Marianne: Is there a reason she allows me to live?
 * Dimitri: Only you can know that. But I believe there is a reason.
 * Marianne:...
 * Dimitri: Marianne... Life is difficult. It is a burden... It feels terrible to continue standing when so many others had to fall. If that is so, then carry on as you are. There is no need for you to force yourself to smile as your soul bleeds. But please... Whatever you do, do not give up on yourself, or your precious life.
 * Marianne: What do you mean?
 * Dimitri: If you were to die, I would be devastated.
 * Marianne: Hehe! You never have been easy to read.
 * Dimitri: Is that so?
 * Marianne: Everyone says that I need to cheer up... But you may be the first person to tell me not to. Your life must also be difficult for you to understand my position.
 * Dimitri: So it is. I often feel I am not strong enough to live it.
 * Marianne: I think our difficulties have brought us closer together.
 * Dimitri: Do you?
 * Marianne: Absolutely! Please, Dimitri. Promise you'll live through this war and long after. I don't know what I'd do with myself if we lost you... As long as you are carrying on, I have yet another reason to carry on myself.
 * Dimitri: I promise to the goddess of Fódlan that I will never give you cause to despair.

C Support

 * Mercedes: My goodness. Sword training again today? Don't overdo it, all right?
 * Dimitri: I certainly won't, but thanks for your concern, Mercedes. It's more of a hobby than anything, so don't worry too much.
 * Mercedes: A hobby? How wonderful! I would probably get tired of it, but that's just me.
 * Dimitri: Hmm... Didn't you say you hoped to take the sword test soon?
 * Mercedes: ... You're right! I completely forgot that's coming up! What should I do?
 * Dimitri: To be honest, I've been a bit worried, as I haven't seen you at the training ground much.
 * Mercedes: Why didn't you say something sooner if you were so worried about me?
 * Dimitri: It didn't occur to me that you could have forgotten... But you're right, I should have mentioned it. As an apology, why don't you let me help you with your swordsmanship?
 * Mercedes: You would do that for me? I'd really appreciate your help!
 * Dimitri: OK, but keep in mind that since we're short\non time...we may have to "overdo it" a little.
 * Mercedes: I don't like to overdo it, but if we must. I'll try my best.
 * Dimitri: It's settled. Let's begin! Don't tell me you've forgotten how to hold a sword! We have our work cut out for us...
 * Mercedes: I usually just hold the sword without thinking about my grip, you know? Let's see what happens now that you've shown me the proper way to handle it. I was nervous at first, but just look at me now! Hya! Ugh...
 * Dimitri: Well. I didn't realize offering to help you would mean risking my life.
 * Mercedes: I-I'm so sorry! I don't know what happened! I just meant to swing the sword. I didn't think it would go flying like that! I'm impressed with how quickly you can dodge!
 * Dimitri: Yes... I know you didn't intend to murder me. Though that scare likely took years off my life...
 * Mercedes: Maybe I'm not cut out for this whole sword fighting thing.
 * Dimitri: Nonsense. It's far too early to give up. The first time I picked up a sword, I was much like you. It's true that different people are better suited to different things, but if you keep at it and refuse to give up, you're certain to improve.
 * Mercedes: Do you really think so? Thank you, Dimitri. It's very kind of you to— Oh! There's a rip in your cuff, Dimitri. How do you think—
 * Dimitri: Hm, it seems I didn't dodge your sword fast enough. Don't worry, I can easily repair it.
 * Mercedes: I'm the one who tore it, so I'll be the one who mends it. How does that sound? No, please don't worry yourself over it. Just focus on your exam.

B Support

 * Dimitri: Mercedes. I'm sorry to ask this of you, but...will you lend me a hand?
 * Mercedes: What can I do for you? Oh, is the cuff of your overcoat still torn? Mending that shouldn't be a problem at all.
 * Dimitri: It's pathetic, I know, but I fear my sewing skills are... Well, as you can see, they're just about nonexistent.
 * Mercedes: Goodness! You must have been concerned when I tore your cuff.
 * Dimitri: Ah, well... That is to say... Would you please teach me to sew? I hear you're rather amazing at it.
 * Mercedes: Of course I'll teach you! Don't look so heartbroken.
 * Dimitri: You will? Thank you! I owe you for this.
 * Mercedes: I'll go get my sewing kit. You wait here. I'm so sorry, Dimitri. I've never seen, um... Well, it's just a bit...
 * Dimitri: No need to dance around the issue. You're fed up with my clumsy efforts, aren't you?
 * Mercedes: I thought you might end up bending some needles if you tried mending this on your own, but... How did you manage to break a pair of scissors?
 * Dimitri: I-I'm just... I'm so sorry. Really. I try to be careful, but with delicate work like this, I just can't seem to manage.
 * Mercedes: There's no need to apologize! But you must have been uncomfortable making your way here with this tear.
 * Dimitri: My inability to control my own strength is humiliating. Of course I'm useless at needlework.
 * Mercedes: No giving up on yourself. You just have to practice, that's all. No matter how difficult something is, if you keep at it and don't give up, then you're sure to improve. Isn't that what you told me?
 * Dimitri: Right you are. To give into despair isn't like me. Thank you for the reminder. OK... I'm ready to give it another go.
 * Mercedes: Great! I'm glad to hear it! First things first, let's make sure the needle is actually threaded this time.
 * Dimitri: No! I bent another one!

A Support

 * Dimitri: You've been spending a lot of time at the training ground, Mercedes. As far as swordsmanship goes, you're like a whole new person.
 * Mercedes: Thank you! I have such a great time when you teach me that improving comes naturally!
 * Dimitri: It's all because of your own hard work. Compared to you, I...
 * Mercedes: You shouldn't be so disappointed in yourself. You're improving too, you just need to keep at it.
 * Dimitri: Well, I can hold a needle and thread without breaking anything now. That's...something.
 * Mercedes: That's a big step! When we started, you couldn't even hold a pair of scissors without twisting them apart.
 * Dimitri: True... I'm sorry for being such a burden.
 * Mercedes: You're no bother at all! I like sewing with you. It reminds me of when I was young and my mother taught me how to sew. My mother would sit with my brother and me and we'd all sew together. Ah, I really miss it. Even though I was barely better than you when I started. Did your mother like to sew, Dimitri?
 * Dimitri: My birth mother? From my father's accounts, she wasn't great at it either.
 * Mercedes: Oh, of course. I forgot that the queen of Faerghus passed away long ago.
 * Dimitri: Yes. I don't really remember what she was like. But I remember my stepmother...always sitting by the window, sewing away.
 * Mercedes: I'm sure she would have been happy to teach you if you had asked. She always looked so lonely when she was sewing. So unreachable... She was kind to me, yes. But when she was like that, it was hard to talk to her. I'm not certain she would have wished to teach me.
 * Mercedes: I'm so sorry, Dimitri. I didn't mean to bring up such difficult memories.
 * Dimitri: Don't worry about it. If I don't talk about those things sometimes, I'll risk forgetting them altogether. And that would truly be a shame.
 * Mercedes: I see...
 * Dimitri: Ah, but now I'm just going on and on about myself. Why don't you tell me more about you?
 * Mercedes: More about me? Oh, goodness. I don't even know what to say.
 * Dimitri: It's hard to think of something on the spot, isn't it? You could speak of your family, I suppose.
 * Mercedes: You want to know more about my family? On that topic, I'm happy to oblige. In fact, I'm so glad you asked.
 * Dimitri: It's important to think about your past and share it every now and then.
 * Mercedes: This might take a while, but would you be willing to stay and listen?
 * Dimitri: Of course. I will listen for as long as you wish.

A2 Support

 * Mercedes: Good evening, Dimitri. Have you come to pray?
 * Dimitri: Something like that. And you?
 * Mercedes: Oh yes, that's why I'm here. I love how calm and peaceful the cathedral is this late at night.
 * Dimitri: It really is...
 * Mercedes: Coming here on a quiet night always makes me think of those who aren't with us anymore. We've lost so many in this war. Too many to count. I hope they all get to live in eternal happiness at the goddess's side... These prayers are all I have to offer.
 * Dimitri: You are a kind soul, Mercedes.
 * Mercedes: I think you're kind too, Dimitri. Sometimes to a fault.
 * Dimitri: Kind? Me? No, not at all. I am just...a killer. A disgusting monster.
 * Mercedes: But why do you kill? For the sake of your loved ones? Those who have passed? Real monsters kill for selfish reasons. They're incapable of expressing sorrow when they kill. So please...don't call yourself a monster.
 * Dimitri: Mercedes... I... I am scared...so scared that I will forget their faces. The people who have died...who I have killed. I cannot let myself forget them. I know that, and yet... Whatever my feelings, it is all the act of a monster.
 * Mercedes: It's sad, but the truth is that people forget. You may be afraid to forget your past, but you'll never be able to revisit it. Living in the present is the best we can do. We owe it to those who can't come back.
 * Dimitri: If someone had said those words to me five years ago, I would be a different man today.
 * Mercedes: What do you want to do now, Dimitri? Continue fighting for those who have died? Not as a king, but as my classmate. What do you want to do?
 * Dimitri: My own dreams... I have never given it any thought. What about you? What do you want, Mercedes?
 * Mercedes: I want to keep sewing and training with you, even after you've become king. I want to be your friend.
 * Dimitri: But... I have no right to stand beside you.
 * Mercedes: Please, I can't hear any more of this self-deprecation! I just want to be by your side. Is that so much to ask?
 * Dimitri: Mercedes... I want the same thing. If you allow it... I wish to stay by your side.
 * Mercedes: I'm glad I'm not the only one who feels that way. Let's spend a little more time here together. Just the two of us.

C Support

 * Catherine: Hey there. At it again, are we? It feels like I see you training here every day.
 * Dimitri: It's my daily routine. I'm ill at ease until I've held a weapon in my grasp.
 * Catherine: Heh. You said the same thing when you were little.
 * Dimitri: Hm. Right you are.
 * Catherine: I've been meaning to come and talk to you properly for a while now.
 * Dimitri: I was about to say the same thing. How long has it been? A decade? More? That was in Fhirdiad, as I recall.
 * Catherine: You were just a little pipsqueak! You really have grown up, haven't you?
 * Dimitri: I'm not sure it was quite that long ago. Not really. But it matters not. I remember those times well. Particularly your first words to me. “Look at that young maiden wielding a giant lance. How adorable!”
 * Catherine: Oh, don't look at me like that. I was thrown off by your haircut, that's all.
 * Dimitri: It's all water under the bridge. Now, back then I was quite furious about it.
 * Catherine: My father did give me a stern reprimand for speaking so rudely to a prince. But then I never had a chance to apologize. I was always getting into trouble back then. Just like the incident in Duscur...
 * Dimitri: Speaking of... Do you ever think about going back to House Charon? Do you...Cassandra?
 * Catherine: No. I'm happy with the life I have. No offense, Your Highness, but I don't fight for king and country anymore. I fight for Lady Rhea.
 * Dimitri: It doesn't bother you? Being labeled a criminal?
 * Catherine: You're worried about my life as a fugitive from the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus... Don't worry about me. I'm here because I want to be. It suits me far better than the life I'd otherwise lead, as a noble lady of the Kingdom.
 * Dimitri: Is that so?
 * Catherine: How about you? You've never wanted to roam free?
 * Dimitri: To enjoy life as an ordinary knight, unshackled from all those princely obligations... I can't say the thought has never crossed my mind. However, I am the son of a king. It's not possible for me to put my own desires before the good of the Kingdom.
 * Catherine: Ah, you're too serious for your own good. How'd you become such a stiff?
 * Dimitri: Don't worry. I've been working on that. Stretching is a part of my daily routine.
 * Catherine: Ha! If you can joke about it, there's hope for you yet.

B Support

 * Catherine: Another day, another training session, I see. You're quite dedicated. And practicing with the sword today. You weren't any good with it when you were little, as I recall.
 * Dimitri: And who told you that?
 * Catherine: Lord Rodrigue mentioned it to me. He said you used to swing your sword so hard that you'd break it.
 * Dimitri: That was ages ago... I've had plenty of time to improve since then. Now I count swordplay as one of my specialties. Care to see for yourself?
 * Catherine: Well, I can't just take your word for it, can I? Let's see what you've got! Well! I'm impressed. You're better than I expected.
 * Dimitri: I could say the same of you. I suppose we students still have much to learn.
 * Catherine: No need for false modesty. We fought as equals just now.You're strong, and your form is excellent. You're clearly an experienced fighter. But you're greedy. You can't be so impatient to win. It'll come at a grave cost.
 * Dimitri: Greedy? I see. I'll take that note to heart. You have my thanks for the instruction.
 * Catherine: Ah, it returns—the formality, the stiffness. Anyway, after we're through here, I might head into town for some food. Care to join me?
 * Dimitri: I appreciate the invitation, but I have certain duties I must attend to this evening.
 * Catherine: Of course you do. Never mind about my plans, then.
 * Dimitri: I thought you'd say that. You have the same sense of responsibility as I do.
 * Catherine: Hm, you think so? I didn't want to push you to join me. We can just do it another day. I'll confess, I'm taking a shine to you. I'd like to talk to you more.
 * Dimitri: I would like that as well. Ever since I saw you wielding a sword all those years ago, I've been following in your footsteps. To be able to stand with you and cross swords is quite a—
 * Catherine: Hey, hey, slow down! Where did all this come from? You're embarrassing me. That's enough chatter for now anyway. Let's get back to sparring. This time with lances.
 * Dimitri: I won't hold back. Show me what you can do.
 * Catherine: Right! Prepare yourself!

A Support

 * Catherine: That was delicious. Wow, I'm full. Nothing beats a big meal after a training session.
 * Dimitri: ...
 * Catherine: OK, what's up? You seem distracted.
 * Dimitri: Oh! My apologies, Catherine. I was just wondering whether you had any desire to return to Faerghus.
 * Catherine: No. I haven't even entertained the idea. My loyalty lies elsewhere. No matter what, I'm going to find Lady Rhea. That's what I'm fighting for. I'll defeat the Empire, and rescue Lady Rhea. That's what I'm fighting for.
 * Dimitri: May I ask why you have devoted yourself to Lady Rhea?
 * Catherine: It's simple. I adore her. Lady Rhea isn't just kind, but strong, and courageous... I think she's a wonderful, beautiful person. More so than anyone else in the world.
 * Dimitri: Wow... I'm not sure I can compete with that.
 * Catherine: Hah! You can't. My reluctance to return to Faerghus isn't about you though. Ever since I met Lady Rhea, going back just hasn't been an option.
 * Dimitri: That is a shame. I am certain Faerghus could use your help in the near future. House Charon is one of the most sterling noble families after Fraldarius and Gautier. It would be reassuring to know that you had taken up your position as head of that house...
 * Catherine: Eh...
 * Dimitri: Is something wrong?
 * Catherine: You need someone who's like me, but more noble. You're so stern and serious all the time.
 * Dimitri: ...
 * Catherine: Sorry, I'm not going back. Besides, my father is alive and well, fulfilling the duties of House Charon. I have plenty of capable brothers and sisters who can take over after him. I'll keep serving Lady Rhea here. And you'll bring the Kingdom together at the capital. We have to direct our talents wherever they're most useful and most needed. Right?
 * Dimitri: Well, I...
 * Catherine: Anyway! Early day tomorrow. Don't want to stay up too late. You better go to bed.

A2 Support

 * Catherine: What's wrong, Dimitri? Your swordplay's oddly sluggish today.
 * Dimitri: Sorry...
 * Catherine: If you were hungry, I'd get you something to eat. That's not the problem, though, it seems. It's not much fun fighting you when you're so far\nbelow your usual standards.
 * Dimitri: Do not worry. I will be myself again in a moment.
 * Catherine: Are you worried about something? Tell me.
 * Dimitri: This war...once it is over, I will have to go back to the capital, and you will remain here as a knight of Seiros.
 * Catherine: Yes. If we're both still alive.
 * Dimitri: When that happens, there will not be many chances for us to have these little duels of ours, will there?
 * Catherine: I suppose not. Garreg Mach and Fhirdiad are quite far apart.
 * Dimitri: It will be hard to get by without them. I've grown very fond of these sessions.
 * Catherine: Wow, you sure know how to draw out a conversation. Just say what's on your mind!
 * Dimitri: Please... Return to the capital with me.
 * Catherine: That's it? "Return to the capital"? Just like that, with no explanation?
 * Dimitri: You were the one who told me to speak frankly...
 * Catherine: Yes. I've also told you that I'm devoted to the Knights of Seiros and wouldn't dream of leaving. It'd be one thing if you were asking me to return to my family. Why summon me to the capital?
 * Dimitri: I just...want to be near you.
 * Catherine: Oh, please! Don't waste your romantic words on me. Save them for a girl you really like.
 * Dimitri: I was just saying what I felt.
 * Catherine: Is that so? Hah! I never imagined that brat with the silly haircut would try to woo me some day.
 * Dimitri: Do you really still see me as that young prince?
 * Catherine: You take yourself too seriously. But you're not selfish, even if you are a bit greedy with your sword. They do say you can tell who a person really is from the way they wield their sword. Maybe it's true.
 * Catherine: I'll think about coming back to the capital, OK? Some day. But as for now, don't you have something more important to worry about?
 * Dimitri: Yes... I do.
 * Catherine: Stop getting distracted by trivialities. Focus on what actually matters. We'll have plenty of time to flirt when the war's over.

C Support

 * Dimitri: Hello, Felix. I see you're here to train as well.
 * Felix: Go away. Just looking at your face makes me wanna retch.
 * Dimitri: Heh. With that mouth of yours, you grow more like your brother every day.
 * Felix: Shut up. And stop walking around on your hind legs. You're not fooling me.
 * Dimitri: I cannot fathom why you seem to hate me so.
 * Felix: Because I know what you really are—a beast, craving blood.
 * Dimitri: A beast craving blood, am I? I assume you're speaking of the events two years ago. Last time we met outside the academy?
 * Felix: I am. The way you suppressed that rebellion... It was ruthless slaughter and you loved every second. I remember the way you killed your victims. How you watched them suffer. And your face...that expression. All the world's evil packed into it. That was our first battle. I remember it vividly.
 * Dimitri: ...
 * Felix: Oh, something wrong? Go ahead and deny it, you wild boar.
 * Dimitri: I deny nothing, Felix.
 * Felix: Well then. I suppose the Dimitri I once knew died during that slaughter in Duscur, along with my brother.
 * Dimitri: Perhaps you're right.
 * Felix: Hmph. Hurry up and get out of my sight. I don't make a habit of talking to beasts.

C Support
(Alternative route) It was my duty to protect His Majesty. Your father. Naturally, that included yourself as well. (Alternative route) No amount of regret can bring the dead back to us. (Alternative Route) I wish for you to remain in the Kingdom, Gustave. Even after this conflict is over. I need your strength to help rebuild the rotten husk that Faerghus has become.
 * Gilbert : Ah! Your Highness! I... This...
 * Dimitri: Ah, but you and I are the only ones present, so I suppose I should not call you Gilbert. Gustave... It's been a while, hasn't it? Around three years, I believe? / Gustave... It has been eight years since I last called you by that name.
 * Gilbert : Your Highness. I must deeply apologize for leaving the Kingdom without permission. I was...
 * Dimitri: There is no need to explain, old friend. I can guess at your reasons... The Tragedy of Duscur. You felt responsible for that incident, and sought respite in the goddess, abandoning your name, rank, and homeland in repentance. Am I right?
 * Gilbert : I have no excuses to offer. This... It was all I could think to do.
 * Dimitri: I always knew you for a pious man. And I figured that if you were to leave, this is where you would end up. You have changed much. Your face does not have the same resolve it once did.
 * Gilbert : If I may, Your Highness... You have changed as well.
 * Dimitri: I can't disagree.
 * Gilbert : It was my duty to protect His Majesty. Your father. Naturally, that also included Lady Patricia and yourself as well.
 * Dimitri: My father and mother are gone. No amount of regret will bring them back.
 * Gilbert : My dreams are haunted by the thought that, had I arrived at Duscur more swiftly...
 * Dimitri: You saved my life at Duscur. I have only gratitude for you, no blame to speak of. Return to the Kingdom, Gustave.

(Alternative Route) I need your strength to help rebuild the ravaged land that Faerghus has become.
 * Gilbert : Please. I beg your forgiveness, but there is no place left for me in that land.
 * Dimitri: I see. Though much has changed, your stubbornness remains. I have no desire to trouble you. If you do not wish to return, that is your choice to make. But I do advise you to at least visit the place of your birth. If only for your family's sake.
 * Gilbert : Yes, Your Highness. Thank you. I appreciate your concern.

B Support

 * Gilbert : Your Highness. It falls to me once more to instruct you in the ways of battle. It does not befit a leader to fight on the front lines. I would ask that you refrain from such conduct in the future.
 * Dimitri: I've not had to weather your lectures in many a year. And here I thought you were avoiding me.
 * Gilbert : That is...a separate matter. You have a duty to consider the value of your own life.
 * Dimitri: Your words ring true, of course. I admit I was a bit careless out there. However, I have always been a man who is good for nothing but war. To best support our cause, I must carve a path through the battlefield with my own hands. I truly believe that will lead us to victory. Why the dark expression, Gustave? Do my words trouble you so?
 * Gilbert : You remind me of your father. His Majesty once said the same thing, more than a decade ago, during the northern campaign. In you, I see his manner, and I hear his words. You grow more like him with each day's passing.

(Alternative Route) And, in you, I am reminded of my failure in my duty to him.
 * Dimitri: I do not wish to speak of that matter. As I said before, I feel no resentment toward you.
 * Gilbert : Even so... You have changed since that fateful day, Your Highness. Perhaps too much. I worry that in your pain, you have locked away your true feelings. Your passion is dulled. And your vigor faded.
 * Dimitri: You want to hear my true feelings, Gustave? Then let me ask you this. Why did you save my life that day? Why did you not allow me to die along with the others? If you truly wish to atone for your sins... Then take my life, here and now.
 * Gilbert : You would ask me to perform the unthinkable! You are the future of Faerghus. Your Kingdom needs you alive. That I was able to save you... is my only sense of salvation. Your Highness, I repeat myself—consider the value of your own life. If you continue risking all, be it on the battlefield or by issuing mad orders such as this, I will be forced to save you from yourself.
 * Dimitri: I see. So, you will continue to protect and serve me, will you? In that case, when I assume the throne, I will order you to work for me in the Kingdom.
 * Gilbert : Your Highness? No... Please...
 * Dimitri: My father would be happy to see such a day. Perhaps I will ask you to instruct me further in the ways of battle when that time comes.
 * Gilbert : If I wish to atone for my sins, I must take your life? Deception has never been your strong suit, Dimitri. Or do you think I cannot see? You must know I would take my own life before I let anyone harm you.

A Support

 * Dimitri: What brings you here at this hour? And with sword in hand, no less. Hardly the appropriate attire for prayer.
 * Gilbert : I am not here to pray to the goddess. I am here... to atone for my sins.
 * Dimitri: I see...


 * Gilbert : You are your father's reflection. He was never skilled at deception, either... Your demand that I take your life was sincere. No matter how you might pretend otherwise.
 * Dimitri: How astute of you. So, you think you can see right through me, do you?
 * Gilbert : I watched over you from the day you were born. And that is why it pains me so to do this. It is like taking the life of my own son.
 * Dimitri: I am sorry to burden you with this, but you have my gratitude. Now, make it quick.
 * Gilbert : Yes. Hrrahhh! You really are... a cruel man... You believe death will bring an end to your torment? That is nothing but an act of cowardice. No matter how difficult, no matter how painful... Your duty to your people is to continue fighting.
 * Dimitri: Even if those who have died...the many whose lives I have taken...would rather see me dead?
 * Gilbert : Many pray for your death. However, there are far more who need you here. Alive. In Faerghus. In the monastery. In this army. And here. Standing before you. To serve you. To bear your torment alongside you. That, Your Highness, is my atonement.
 * Dimitri: Look at my hands... They are shaking. When I saw your sword swing before my eyes... For the first time, I did not wish to die. Many times I have felt that I cannot afford to die... But this was the first time I truly feared the prospect. Tell me, Gustave... Is it really right for me to live?
 * Gilbert : It is, Your Highness. It truly is.
 * Dimitri: I... Thank you.

C Support

 * Sylvain: I'd better avoid the training grounds. I swear, His Highness never sleeps...
 * Dimitri: You're out late, Sylvain. Is it safe to assume you've been wildly carousing with women? I'm afraid that behavior simply will not do.
 * Sylvain: Ah, Your Highness! Hello. No, I was not wildly carousing with women. There was only the one. Let's just forget you saw me, agreed?
 * Dimitri: Unfortunately, I can't do that. It's time someone talked some sense into you, and it seems the task has fallen to me. Sylvain... I'm not saying you can't enjoy yourself at night. But you must learn the art of moderation. Again and again, you end up wandering the streets until the early morning...
 * Sylvain: OK, I get it. I don't need one of your lectures. I've got them all memorized anyway. I promise I'll be better in the future. I'll stop going out at night. I'll focus more on my studies... And in return, you'll go into town with me, and we'll invite some cute girls to dinner. Shall we shake on it?
 * Dimitri: The way your mind works absolutely confounds me. How did you arrive at such a notion?
 * Sylvain: You need to get out more. Naive and uptight is no way to live your life.
 * Dimitri: Naive and uptight? Yes, well, compared to you, I imagine I'm downright run-of-the-mill.
 * Sylvain: I'm not so sure. Most men are experienced enough to know not to give a dagger to the girl they-
 * Dimitri: Will you never let that rest?! It was many years ago! Perhaps a good knock on the head will help you finally forget about it...
 * Sylvain: With your brute strength, a knock on the head could knock the life right out of me. You'd better watch that temper, Your Highness. So how about this-I'll try to behave, and you'll try to loosen up?
 * Dimitri: If I do as you wish, will you truly promise to improve your behavior?
 * Sylvain: What'd I just say? Of course I'll behave. A knight of Faerghus never goes back on his word. What about you? I wanna see you with a girl on your arm.
 * Dimitri: I am a man of my word. I will...attempt to do as you ask. But you had better uphold your end of the bargain as well.
 * Sylvain: Seriously?! Ha! Yeah, I'll believe it when he introduces me to the lucky girl. Oh, Dimitri. You always take even the silliest things so very seriously. This should be fun...

B Support

 * Sylvain: Uh...Your Highness? Why are you in my room?
 * Dimitri: Sorry! I need to...hide. In here. Just for a while. 'll have you know this is all your fault!
 * Sylvain: Hide? From who? / Hide? From who? Is it the Empire?!
 * Dimitri: It's, um. A girl. From the academy. / No. It's, ugh... A girl.
 * Sylvain:I'm sorry... It's a what?
 * Dimitri: This is all because of your insistence that I go and ask a girl out!
 * Sylvain:You didn't give her a dagger, did you? Is that why you're hiding? Does she have a dagger, Dimitri?
 * Dimitri: Look, you kept true to your promise to improve your behavior. So I felt it was only right to make good on my side of the bargain too...
 * Sylvain:You invited a girl to dinner, and now she's chasing you around. What's the big deal? Unless... Did you use one of my pick-up lines? Those words are dangerous in the wrong hands. With me, people know a line's a line and I'm joking. But you... Nobody's ever accused you of being funny.
 * Dimitri: I clearly underestimated the difficulty of the task. But...what do I do now?
 * Sylvain: Relax, Your Highness. Relax. I'll sort this whole thing out, real easy. All we have to do is figure out how to make this girl lose interest in you. And making girls lose interest is what I'm best at! You just wait right there, and I'll fix everything.
 * Dimitri: It was my naiveté that brought this about. I cannot place this immense burden on your shoulders...
 * Sylvain: This is no job for an amateur. You need a professional's help. Trying to do everything yourself has never served you so well, so just leave this to the master. Even the dagger incident could have been avoided if you had just talked with me beforehand.
 * Dimitri: There wasn't time for consultation! I only learned she was leaving on the day of her departure.
 * Sylvain: Whatever you say. The point is you need to learn to rely on me for these types of things in future. For now, I got this. And if I ever need help with... something you know how to help with, then maybe you can do the same for me.
 * Dimitri: Sylvain...
 * Dimitri: Very well. When that time comes, I promise to help you as best I can.
 * Sylvain: A knight of Faerghus never goes back on his word... Isn't that right?
 * Dimitri: You're a good man, Sylvain. I'm sorry to do this to you. Best of luck!
 * Sylvain: Please, Your Highness. I've spent years honing my skills for just this situation. Watch and learn.

C Support

 * Raphael: Hey, Dimitri! I heard about what you did!
 * Dimitri: Hm? What are you talking about, Raphael?
 * Raphael: Some folks are saying you lifted a whole wagon on your own, and you made it look easy!
 * Dimitri: Ah. I suppose I do recall something like that. I happened across a toppled wagon, you see. Those people needed my aid, so I aided them. But what of it?
 * Raphael: You gotta teach me your training secrets! I wanna build muscles like that!
 * Dimitri: You want...my training secrets, so you can build more muscle? I'm sorry, but...I honestly don't think I can offer anything that would help you. The royal family has always been blessed with immense strength. I imagine it's largely due to our blood, and perhaps our Crests.
 * Raphael: Oh, c'mon! You don't have to keep your secrets from me!
 * Dimitri: As I said, I really wish I could help, but... Look, logistics aside, why are you so interested in my strength to begin with?
 * Raphael: I wanna be really strong like you. I don't just wanna, I gotta! I've had to provide for my little sis ever since our parents died. If I wanna do that, I gotta get strong so I can become a knight!
 * Dimitri: I see. In that case, I suppose I could try to help you. Though I meant it when I said I'm not sure I have much to offer.
 * Raphael: Really?! Aw, yeah!
 * Dimitri: I'm no expert on the topic of building muscle... However, for greater strength, you could try devoting more time to spear and sword training. You probably already know that, eh? Of course you do. Let's see... As a child, I was forced to train by running through the mountains all night in heavy armor!
 * Raphael: You had to run all night in heavy armor? That sounds tough! What else did you do?
 * Dimitri: Aside from that... I trained by lifting large boulders, or carrying multiple barrels filled with rocks.
 * Raphael: Got it! I'm gonna give that a try right now!
 * Dimitri: Wait a moment! You don't want to push yourself too hard too quickly. You'll damage yourself if you're not careful.
 * Raphael: You shouldn't worry so much. I know my limits! My muscles are gonna be so big after this!
 * Dimitri: Perhaps... I should not have told him all that.

B Support
I'm gonna be completely useless! Ugh, of course this happens after I spend all night training.
 * Raphael: Urgh... Dimitri...
 * Dimitri: Raphael! What's the matter? You look awfully pale.
 * Raphael: I think... I think... I think I'm gonna die!
 * Dimitri: What in the world happened?
 * Raphael: My whole body... It's stinging and aching... I've never felt anything like it! I feel weak all over. I don't have the energy to do anything. This has never happened to me before!
 * Dimitri: Well, what are you waiting for? Get yourself to the infirmary! If you can't walk, I'll carry you there. This could be very serious!
 * Raphael: Thing is, I already tried going there, but I didn't see Manuela or the monks... / Thing is, I already tried going there, but I didn't see any of the monks who are usually around... Dimitri, listen. If anything happens to me, I need you to take care of my little sis...
 * Dimitri: Steady yourself, Raphael. Protecting your sister is a task that will fall to you alone. Is that not why you wish to become a knight?
 * Raphael: At this rate I won't even be able to fight alongside everyone else! / At this rate I won't even be able to fight alongside everyone else!
 * Dimitri: Wait... You were training all night? Raphael... Tell me exactly what sort of training you did last night.
 * Raphael: Well, first I ran all across the mountains while carrying a gigantic boulder. Then I found a big log and lifted it a few hundred times. After that, I ran 50 laps around Garreg Mach wearing heavy armor. Then I tied a rope to a barrel full of rocks and swung it around for a while.
 * Dimitri: Right. I believe I get the picture. And is this something you've been doing every night recently?
 * Raphael: I train every day, but yesterday I decided to try out some new techniques. I took the ideas you gave me and used them to come up with a whole new regimen.
 * Dimitri: I see. Raphael, listen to me very carefully. Your ailment...is ordinary muscle pain.
 * Raphael: Muscle...pain? I don't understand.
 * Dimitri: After a training session like that, even my muscles would probably be aching. Didn't I tell you not to push yourself too hard?
 * Raphael: Wait, wait, wait. If this is muscle pain, does that mean I hurt my muscles?
 * Dimitri: Well, you caused them to hurt, sure, but that doesn't mean...
 * Raphael: I can't believe I was so mean to my muscles! I need to make it up to them!
 * Raphael: I gotta go eat some food so my muscles can get the nutrition they need! And I can't waste any more time talking about it!
 * Dimitri: Hold on! What happened to your muscle pain? And if you eat too much, you'll give yourself a stomachache! Uh oh... He's headed straight for the stairs. I thought he could hardly walk with his muscles in that state...
 * Raphael: Aaghh! My muscles!
 * Dimitri: Let this be a lessen to you, Raphael... There are times when even your muscles can betray you.