Noire/Supports

C Support

 * Noire: *Siiigh*
 * Avatar: Something on your mind, Noire?
 * Noire: Eep! Oh, Avatar! N-no, nothing... Just a bit tired, I suppose.
 * Avatar: Then you should rest up and take a nap. We don't have anything planned for today.
 * Noire: Is that so? Yes, perhaps I'll do as you suggest. Hmm, but...
 * Avatar: No buts! Whatever you're worried about can clearly wait. You always push yourself too hard, Noire. I'm sure the exhaustion's just built up.
 * Noire: B-but it's hardly fair to rest while the others are still working! Otherwise I'm only holding everyone back.
 * Avatar: Well, do what you have to do, but just promise me you'll take care of yourself.
 * Noire: I will. I'm...sorry you had to see me like this.

B Support

 * Noire: *Siiigh*
 * Avatar: What's wrong, Noire? Tired again?
 * Noire: N-no, that's not it. Well, I AM tired, but...
 * Avatar: Yes?
 * Noire: I was trying to think of ways I might grow a bit...sturdier. So lately I've been watching the other girls and trying to identify differences.
 * Avatar: And have you found any?
 * Noire: Well, the others are healthier, obviously, and their bodies seem more resilient. Also, their figures are just a little bit more...robust.
 * Avatar: Phrased with the delicacy of a diplomat! Er, and I suppose you would be on the...slight side?
 * Noire: Slight? Ha! I'm skin and bone! I fall over in a stiff breeze! They're all so full of energy; it's like staring into the sun... They make me feel like a troll! ...Er, if trolls were scrawny. Oh, what do you think I should do, Avatar?!
 * Avatar: W-well, I do think you have a tendency to worry more than most... And that stress is bound to harm the body in one way or another...
 * Noire: INSOLENCE! HOW DARE YOU CLAIM ME DECREPIT!
 * Avatar: Whoa! N-no, Noire! Never! I didn't say anything like that!
 * Noire: THEN SPEAK, MORTAL! WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE ME DO?!
 * Avatar: W-well... *ahem* They say that clothes make the man, right? Perhaps they can make the wo-man, as well? Why not try getting into the role form-first?
 * Noire: Oh! So you think I should maybe dress more...festively?
 * Avatar: Y-yes! That's the perfect word! Festive! Maybe that will energize you a bit?
 * Noire: ...Huh. Well, I guess I'll consider it.

A Support

 * Noire: *Siiigh*
 * Avatar: Still sighing away, Noire?
 * Noire: Oh. Hello...
 * Avatar: Troubles still not resolved, then?
 * Noire: I wanted to take your advice, but...I don't know what consitutes festive attire.
 * Avatar: Ah. Well, even if you had, I'm not sure where you'd find any, with the war and all...
 * Noire: Is there no way to become more girly? I just want to shine like all the others, even for a day...
 * Avatar: Well, worrying about it isn't going to help. Worry might just be your biggest enemy. Why don't you try unwinding a little? Go do something you enjoy!
 * Noire: I see. Yes, perhaps I'll treat myself to... Um, to what, exactly?
 * Avatar: Why not head into town and enjoy a nice meal?
 * Noire: I couldn't be the only one to enjoy such luxury! Not in times like this.
 * Avatar: Aww, live a little. You like sweets, right? I don't think anyone could fault you for indulging in a little cake or two.
 * Noire: You're sure?
 * Avatar: Sure I am! And if you really don't want to be the only one eating, I'll go with you.
 * Noire: You...wouldn't mind?
 * Avatar: Eating cake? Only if you twist my arm! ...So, it's a date? Next time we're in town, we'll swing by the bakery and see what's on offer. Agreed?
 * Noire: Agreed!

S Support

 * Avatar: Everything all right, Noire? You seem down.
 * Noire: Eep! ...Oh. Avatar. No, just the same-old, same-old. Thinking about how to be more vibrant... How to be more like the other girls... It just seems so hopeless! I feel like I haven't made a bit of progress...
 * Avatar: Hmm, well... W-well... Have you tried falling in love?
 * Noire: Wh-what?
 * Avatar: They say a woman's never as radiant as when she's in love. Why not give it a try? If, um... Well, you know. I guess you'd need to find someone special first...
 * Noire: W-well, I... I suppose I think I might...have someone in mind... There's someone who... Well, he's always listening to me and offering advice... *Mumble, mumble*
 * Avatar: ...Sorry? I didn't catch that.
 * Noire: *Mumble* ...You really want to know?
 * Avatar: Huh? Well, sure.
 * Noire: Well, all right... Here goes...
 * Avatar: Hmm?
 * Noire: It's... It's you, Avatar. I...love...you.
 * Avatar: What?
 * Noire: I SAID I LOVE YOU, FOOL OF A MAN!
 * Avatar: Gah! S-sorry! I'm sorry! I heard you! I was just surprised! ...Er, so did you mean it? This isn't something to feel more vibrant?
 * Noire: No, I mean it! Of course I mean it! I've had feelings for you from the start.
 * Avatar: Wow. Really?
 * Noire: YES, REALLY, FLESHLING!
 * Avatar: ...... Heh... Ha ha. Aaaaaah ha ha ha!
 * Noire: H-hey! What's so funny?!
 * Avatar: Ha ha ha! Ha ha... I'm sorry. All this talk of being vibrant and such... Who could be more vibrant than you?! Don't change a thing, Noire. I think you're amazing just as you are. Delicate and sweet, always more worried about others than yourself... And prone to the occasional...flight of fancy, shall we say? I love it all.
 * Noire: You really mean that?!
 * Avatar: Of course I do, Noire! So stop pushing yourself to become someone you're not... And let's enjoy the amazing person you already are.
 * Noire: I... Oh, Avatar... Thank you.
 * Noire: You fill me with the strength I never thought to have. Please, stay with me always...

C Support

 * Noire: *Sniff* *sniffle*
 * Avatar: Noire? What's wrong? Why are you crying?
 * Noire: *Sniff* I'm not... Mother cursed me to have a *sniff* runny nose for three days straight.
 * Avatar: That's...an oddly specific hex. But wait, why would she do that in the first place?
 * Noire: It's nothing new. *sniffle* Mother is always trying out some new spell or another. Every time she comes up with one, she *sniffle* uses me as her guinea pig.
 * Avatar: Poor dear... Here, take my handkerchief.
 * Noire: Th-thank you...*HOOONK!*
 * Avatar: I can't let you suffer like this for three whole days... Don't worry, Noire. I'll have a talk with your mother and get this cleared up.
 * Noire: Er...are you sure? That never really worked out for you in the future. Every time you talked back, Mother cursed you up to your eyeballs... Or sometimes she just cursed your eyeballs, and you cried yourself to sleep.
 * Avatar: Gosh, that's...kind of pathetic.
 * Noire: ...Yep. *sniff*
 * Avatar: B-but that was a different me, right? Just wait—I'll prove you can depend on me!
 * Noire: Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really can be different this time around. *sniiff*

B Support

 * Avatar: *Sniff* I'm sorry, Noire... I feel like I really let you down... *sniff*
 * Noire: It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning... But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.
 * Avatar: I'm not crying. *sniff* Your mother hit me with a five-day runny-nose curse.
 * Noire: Just like before...
 * Avatar: Urgh... You did say this was how it played out in the future... *sniff* Well, look at the bright side—at least your hex is broken now. *sniffle*
 * Noire: Yep, juuust like before. You'd always come to my rescue by taking on Mother's curses yourself.
 * Avatar: I guess some things were simply meant to be...
 * Noire: Maybe you're right. Maybe we're all fated to trace the same path as we did before...
 * Avatar: Hmm?
 * Noire: My coming back didn't change you, Father. So why should it change anything? It'll all happen again. My parents will die, and I'll be left alone... Why did I even bother coming back if it means watching my life fall apart again? Why... *sniff*
 * Avatar: *Sniff* Oh, don't cry, sweetie.
 * Noire: FOOL! THESE ARE NO TEARS!
 * Avatar: Er...sweetie?
 * Noire: Bwa ha ha! Such trifling matters cannot free the waters of my icy ducts, mortal! The only dribbling here is the unseemly nose flood seeping from your craven face!
 * Avatar: Noire?! What are you...
 * Noire: *Ahem* ...I'm sorry, Father. I think I need to step out and clear my head...
 * Avatar: Noire, wait! There's no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*

A Support

 * Avatar: Do you have a moment, Noire?
 * Noire: Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?
 * Avatar: Have a look.
 * Noire: ...Eeeek! M-Mother's cursing implements! Gods, there's so many... Father, what are you planning to do to me?
 * Avatar: Ha ha, nothing to you, Noire. I confiscated these from your mother so she couldn't put any more weird hexes on you.
 * Noire: You...you took away Mother's tools? But...you never did anything like this before...
 * Avatar: Before, you said we couldn't change anything. That we're bound by fate. Well, I thought maybe I could lay that fear to rest. If I did something the future me couldn't, it would prove everything can change.
 * Noire: Hmm... I guess that's true. The father I knew wouldn't even get near these tools, let alone take them.
 * Avatar: I only changed because you came back to me. And together, we can change anything. All of us—you, me, your mother...everyone.
 * Noire: Just please don't ever leave me again.
 * Avatar: Nothing's taking me away from you again. Not even death.
 * Noire: That's...a little much, perhaps? But thanks.
 * Avatar: Wait... Do you feel that? A sudden sense of foreboding; a fury rising from the shadows... A Risen ambush? No... Bears? Is it bears? No... Urk! I-it's your mother! And she's FURIOUS!
 * Noire: She must have realized you took all her toys.
 * Avatar: Yikes! I'd better get outta here before I test that whole "not even death" promise... Bye, Noire! Love you!
 * Noire: Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for the better!

C Support

 * Noire: Avatar.
 * Avatar: Hello, Noire. What can I do for you?
 * Noire: Oh, nothing. I just wanted to get a good look at you up close.
 * Avatar: Er, well, all right, I suppose. Can I ask what you're looking for?
 * Noire: It's just that...you're so wonderful and amazing! *Sigh* I wish YOU were my mother.
 * Avatar: Noire! Tharja's a fine young woman, and I'm sure she was...er, will be a fine mother.
 * Noire: I don't know. She hardly seems like the paragon of caring motherhood.
 * Avatar: Maybe you shouldn't hold her to such lofty standards. If you don't have an image of perfection, she'll seem a perfectly good candidate.
 * Noire: Yeah, maybe. But I still think you'd be LEAGUES better! Anyway, so I was wondering... Do you mind if I call you mom?
 * Avatar: Um... Er... I don't...
 * Noire: You're going to say no, aren't you?
 * Avatar: I just think it would be...strange. People might get the wrong idea.
 * Noire: *Sniff*
 * Avatar: Oh, for pity's sake, don't look at me with those woebegone eyes! Look, you can't call me mom, but if you want to hang around me, that's fine.
 * Noire: Really! Gosh, thanks SO much! I'll definitely start doing that!
 * (Noire leaves)
 * Avatar: Methinks there's more to this than she's letting on...

B Support

 * Noire: H-hi, Avatar. Do you mind if I stand close to you again?
 * Avatar: No. I suppose not. But are you ever going to tell me what this whole mom thing is about?
 * Noire: It's just that you're so strong and kind and charismatic. You're a true leader, both on and off the battlefield. You have this kindly maternal aura that cocoons everyone who comes near. But you also have a calm, commanding presence that makes people feel safe. You're like a mother to this whole entire army, Avatar!
 * Avatar: Gracious! I don't think I've ever been paid such an extravagant compliment. But Noire, I'm still so young. I don't think I'm half the person you think I am.
 * Noire: You say you're young, but how can you know for sure? You have no memories at all, right? So who knows when you were born?
 * Avatar: Huh. Well, I suppose I could be an old crone and just not know it. At least I'm aging well.
 * Noire: Besides, it doesn't matter if you're old! ...At least not to me. I still think you're a perfect mother.
 * Avatar: Noire, what happened to Tharja in the future?
 * Noire: She died. Just like all the other mothers. Every last one of them.
 * Avatar: Gods have mercy...
 * Noire: A lot of fathers died first because they were on the front lines. Then the Risen started picking off the rest of us one by one.
 * Avatar: ...I see. That explains why you're seeking a new mother.
 * Noire: Yeah, I guess. Anyway, thanks for listening to me, Avatar. I'd...better go now.
 * (Noire leaves)
 * Avatar: Oh, Noire...

A Support

 * Noire: Avatar. You're awake!
 * Avatar: Huh? Noire? Was I sleeping? ...Wait, where am I?
 * Noire: You're in the nursing tent. You collapsed all of a sudden. The healers say you have thin blood or something.
 * Avatar: Was it you who found and brought me here?
 * Noire: Yes. I haven't left your side since you arrived. I've spent a lot of time in this tent, so I kind of know how things work.
 * Avatar: Thank you for taking care of me.
 * Noire: Aw, you don't need to thank me. It was an honor.
 * Avatar: I've been working hard lately—perhaps the exhaustion is catching up to me. Still, I'll have to find a solution. I don't have the luxury of being ill!
 * Noire: Oh gods, I'm SO sorry! This is all my fault! It's because of me that you worked yourself to the point of collapse!
 * Avatar: Er, actually you didn't have anything to do with—
 * Noire: Yes, I did! Don't try to deny it! It's because I told you that you were like our mother, isn't it? You have to take care of yourself, Avatar! You have to! Don't take all of our burdens on your own shoulders.
 * Avatar: ......
 * Noire: And if you ever need a shoulder to lean on, you can just come talk to me.
 * Avatar: You really are a kind soul, Noire. I feel better already knowing that you're around to look after me.
 * Noire: Hee hee! Me too!
 * Avatar: It's strange to have a whole camp full of my very own grown-up children. But it's a wonderful feeling to have so many people that care for me.
 * Noire: We DO care for you! ...Especially me.

C Support

 * Noire: *Sniff* *sniffle*
 * Stahl: Noire? What's wrong? Why are you crying?
 * Noire: *Sniff* I'm not... Mother cursed me to have a *sniff* runny nose for three days straight.
 * Stahl: That's...an oddly specific hex. But wait, why would she do that in the first place?
 * Noire: It's nothing new. *sniffle* Mother is always trying out some new spell or another. Every time she comes up with one, she *sniiiff* uses me as her guinea pig.
 * Stahl: Poor dear... Here, take my handkerchief.
 * Noire: Th-thank you... *HOOONK!*
 * Stahl: I can't let you suffer like this for three whole days... Don't worry, Noire. I'll have a talk with your mother and get this cleared up.
 * Noire: Er...are you sure? That never really worked out for you in the future. Every time you talked back, Mother cursed you up to your eyeballs. ...Or sometimes she just cursed your eyeballs, and you cried yourself to sleep.
 * Stahl: Ouch. That's...kind of pathetic.
 * Noire: ...Yep. *sniff*
 * Stahl: B-but that was a different me, right? Just wait — I'll prove you can depend on me!
 * Noire: Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really can be different this time around. *sniiiff*

B Support

 * Stahl: *Sniff* I'm sorry, Noire... I feel like I really let you down... *sniff*
 * Noire: It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning... But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.
 * Stahl: I'm not crying. *sniff* Your mother hit me with a five-day runny-nose curse.
 * Noire: Just like before...
 * Stahl: Urgh... You did say this was how it played out in the future... *sniff* Well, look on the bright side — at least your hex is broken now. *sniffle*
 * Noire: Yep, juuust like before. You'd always come to my rescue by taking on Mother's curses yourself.
 * Stahl: I guess some things were simply meant to be...
 * Noire: Maybe you're right. Maybe we're all fated to trace the same path as we did before...
 * Stahl: Hmm?
 * Noire: My coming back didn't change you, Father. So why should it change anything? It'll all happen again. My parents will die, and I'll be left alone... Why did I even bother coming back if it means watching my life fall apart again? Why... *sniff*
 * Stahl: *Sniff* Oh, don't cry, dear.
 * Noire: FOOL! THESE ARE NO TEARS!
 * Stahl: Er...dear?
 * Noire: Bwa ha ha! Such trifling matters cannot free the waters of my icy ducts, mortal! The only dribbling here is the unseemly nose flood seeping from your craven face!
 * Stahl: Noire?! What are you...
 * Noire: *Ahem* ...I'm sorry, Father. I think I need to step out and clear my head...
 * Stahl: Noire, wait! There's no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*

A Support

 * Stahl: Do you have a moment, Noire?
 * Noire: Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?
 * Stahl: Have a look.
 * Noire: ...Eeeek! M-Mother's cursing implements! Gods, there's so many... Father, what are you planning to do to me?
 * Stahl: Hah, nothing to you, Noire. I confiscated these from your mother so she couldn't put any more weird hexes on you.
 * Noire: You...you took away Mother's tools? But...you never did anything like this before...
 * Stahl: Before, you said we couldn't change anything. That we're bound by fate. Well, I thought maybe I could lay that fear to rest. If I did something the future me couldn't, it would prove everything can change.
 * Noire: Hmm... I guess that's true. The father I knew wouldn't even get near these tools, let alone take them.
 * Stahl: I only changed because you came back to me. And together, we can change anything. All of us — you, me, your mother...everyone.
 * Noire: Just please don't ever leave me again.
 * Stahl: Nothing's taking me away from you again. Not even death.
 * Noire: That's...a little much, perhaps? But thanks.
 * Stahl: Wait... Do you feel that? A sudden sense of foreboding; a fury rising from the shadows... A Risen ambush? No... Bears? Is it bears? No... Urk! I-it's your mother! And she's FURIOUS!
 * Noire: She must have realized you took all her toys.
 * Stahl: Uh-oh. I'd better get outta here before I test that whole "not even death" promise... Bye, Noire! Love you!
 * Noire: Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for the better!

C Support

 * Noire: *Sniff* *sniffle*
 * Ricken: Noire? What's wrong? Why are you crying?
 * Noire: *Sniff* I'm not... Mother cursed me to have a *sniff* runny nose for three days straight.
 * Ricken: That's an awfully strange hex... But wait, why would she do that in the first place?
 * Noire: It's nothing new. *sniffle* Mother is always trying out some new spell or another. Every time she comes up with one she *sniiiiff* uses me as her guinea pig.
 * Ricken: That's terrible! Here, take my handkerchief.
 * Noire: Th-thank you... *HOOONK!*
 * Ricken: I can't let you suffer like this for three whole days... Don't worry, Noire. I'll have a talk with your mother and get this cleared up.
 * Noire: Er...are you sure? That never really worked out for you in the future. Every time you talked back, Mother cursed you up to your eyeballs. ...Or sometimes she just cursed your eyeballs, and you cried yourself to sleep.
 * Ricken: Gosh, that's...kind of pathetic.
 * Noire: ...Yep. *sniff*
 * Ricken: B-but that was a different me, right? Just wait—I'll prove you can depend on me!
 * Noire: Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really can be different this time around. *sniiiff*

B Support

 * Ricken: *Sniff* I'm sorry, Noire... I feel like I really let you down... *sniff*
 * Noire: It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning... But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.
 * Ricken: I'm not crying. *sniff* Your mother hit me with a five-day runny-nose curse.
 * Noire: Just like before...
 * Ricken: Urgh... You did say this was how it played out in the future... *sniff* But look on the bright side—at least your hex is broken now! *sniffle*
 * Noire: Yep, juuust like before. You'd always come to my rescue by taking on Mother's curses yourself.
 * Ricken: I guess some things were just meant to be...
 * Noire: Maybe you're right. Maybe we're all fated to trace the same path as we did before...
 * Ricken: Hmm?
 * Noire: My coming back didn't change you, Father. So why should it change anything? It'll all happen again. My parents will die, and I'll be left alone... Why did I even bother coming back again if it means watching my life fall apart again? Why... *sniff*
 * Ricken: *Sniff* Aw, don't cry, kiddo.
 * Noire: FOOL! THESE ARE NO TEARS!
 * Ricken: Er...kiddo?
 * Noire: Bwa ha ha ! Such trifling matters cannot free the waters of my icy ducts, mortal! The only dribbling here is the unseemly nose flood seeping from your craven face!
 * Ricken: Noire?! What are you...
 * Noire: *Ahen* ...I'm sorry, Father. I think I need to step out and clear my head...
 * Ricken: Noire, wait! There's no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*

A Support

 * Ricken: Do you have a minute, Noire?
 * Noire: Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?
 * Ricken: Have a look.
 * Noire: ...Eeeek! M-Mother's cursing implements! Gods, there's so many... Father, what are you planning to do to me?
 * Ricken: Ha ha, nothing to you, Noire. I swiped these from your mother so she couldn't put any more weird hexes on you.
 * Noire: You...you took away Mother's tools? But...you never did anything like this before...
 * Ricken: Before, you said we couldn't change anything. That we're bound by fate. Well, I thought maybe I could lay that fear to rest. If I did something the future me couldn't, it would prove everything can change.
 * Noire: Hmm... I guess that's true. The father I knew wouldn't even get near these tools, let alone take them.
 * Ricken: I only changed because you came back to me. And together, we can change anything. All of us—you, me, your mother...everyone.
 * Noire: Just please don't ever leave me again.
 * Ricken: Nothing's taking me away from you again. Not even death!
 * Noire: That's...a little much, perhaps? But thanks.
 * Ricken: Wait... Do you feel that? A sudden sense of foreboding; a fury rising from the shadows... A Risen ambush? Bears? Is it bears? No... Urk! I-it's your mother! And she's FURIOUS!
 * Noire: She must have realized you took all her toys.
 * Ricken: Yikes! I'd better get outta here before I test that whole "not even death" promise... Bye Noire! Love you!
 * Noire: Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for the better!

C Support

 * Noire: *sniff* *sniffle*
 * Gaius: Noire? What's wrong? Why are you crying?
 * Noire: *Sniff* I'm not... Mother cursed me to have a *sniff* runny nose for three days straight.
 * Gaius: That's an awfully specific hex. But wait, why would she do that in the first place?
 * Noire: It's nothing new. *sniffle* Mother is always trying out some new spell or another. Every time she comes up with one, she *sniiff* uses me as her guinea pig.
 * Gaius: Heh, poor kid... Here, take this candy wrapper.
 * Noire: Th-thank you... *HOOONK*
 * Gaius: I can't let you suffer like this for three whole days... Don't worry, Noire. I'll have a talk with your mother and get this cleared up.
 * Noire: Er...are you sure? That never really worked out for you in the future. Every time you talked back, Mother cursed you up to your eyeballs. ...Or sometimes she just cursed your eyeballs, and you cried yourself to sleep.
 * Gaius: Damn, that's...kind of pathetic.
 * Noire: ...Yep. *sniff*
 * Gaius: Well, whatever. That was a different me. Just you wait—I'll prove I'm dependable!
 * Noire: Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really can be different this time around. *sniiiff*

B Support

 * Gaius: *Sniff* Sorry, Noire... Looks like I let you down... *sniff*
 * Noire: It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning... But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.
 * Gaius: I'm not crying! *sniff* Your mother hit me with a five-day runny-nose curse...
 * Noire: Just like before...
 * Gaius: Urgh... You did say this was how it played out in the future... *sniff* Well look at the bright side—at least your hex is broken now. *sniffle*
 * Noire: Yep, juuust like before. You'd always come to my rescue by taking on Mother's curses yourself.
 * Gaius: I guess some things were just meant to be...
 * Noire: Maybe you're right. Maybe we're all fated to trace the same path as we did before...
 * Gaius: Huh?
 * Noire: My coming back didn't change you, Father. So why should it change anything? It'll all happen again. My parents will die, and I'll be left alone... Why did I even bother coming back if it means watching my life fall apart again? Why... *sniff*
 * Gaius: *Sniff* Hey, don't cry, cupcake.
 * Noire: FOOL! THESE ARE NO TEARS!
 * Gaius: Er...cupcake?
 * Noire: Bwa ha ha! Such trifling matters cannot free the waters of my icy ducts, mortal! The only dribbling here is the unseemly nose flood seeping from your craven face!
 * Gaius: Noire?! What in blazes...
 * Noire: *Ahem* ...I'm sorry, Father. I think I need to step out and clear my head...
 * (Noire leaves)
 * Gaius: Noire, wait! There's no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*

A Support

 * Gaius: Got a minute, Noire?
 * Noire: Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?
 * Gaius: Have a look.
 * Noire: ...Eeeek! M-mother's cursing implements! Gods, there's so many... Father, what are you planning to do to me?
 * Gaius: Heh, nothing to you, Noire. I swiped these from your mother so she couldn't put any more weird hexes on you.
 * Noire: You...you took away Mother's tools? But...you never did anything like this before...
 * Gaius: Before, you said we couldn't change anything. That we're bound by fate. Well, I thought I'd see if I couldn't lay that fear to rest. If I did something the future me couldn't, it would prove everything can change.
 * Noire: Hmm... I guess that's true. The father I knew wouldn't even get near these tools, let alone take them.
 * Gaius: I only changed because you came back to me. And together, we can change anything. All of us—you, me, your mother...everyone.
 * Noire: Just please don't ever leave me again.
 * Gaius: Nothing's taking me away from you again. Not even death!
 * Noire: That's...a little much, perhaps? But thanks.
 * Gaius: Wait... Do you feel that? A sudden sense of foreboding; a fury rising from the shadows... A Risen ambush? No... Bears? Is it bears? No... Urk! I-it's your mother! And she's FURIOUS!
 * Noire: She must have realized you took all her toys.
 * Gaius: Drat, I'd better get outta here before I test that whole "not even death" promise... See ya, Noire! Love you!
 * (Gaius leaves)
 * Noire: Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for the better!

C Support

 * Tharja: You there.
 * Noire: Eep?! M-Mother! Did you need something?
 * Tharja: What were you doing in that last battle? Were you trying to distract me?
 * Noire: I... Did I? I'm sorry, I didn't intend to, I swear.
 * Tharja: You mirrored my every movement! It was like some bizarre curse.
 * Noire: Oh. That. Well, you see—
 * Tharja: Don't care. Doesn't matter. Just stop.
 * Noire: N-no, wait! It was force of habit!
 * Tharja: What...? Habit?
 * Noire: In the future, you were always too wrapped up in your research to teach me things. N-not that I blame you! I know you had your reasons... You were consumed with avenging Father, so you never had time to waste on me. But I wanted to help you, so I... I taught myself magic and dark arts by following your example.
 * Tharja: And that became a habit?
 * Noire: Er, well, yeah. I guess.
 * Tharja: Hmm...
 * Noire: O-oh! But if it's a distraction, I'll stop! I promise! So, um, it'd be really nice if maybe you didn't...put any weird curses on me?
 * Tharja: I see... Hmm... I'm thinking this could have it's uses... Heh... Meh heh heh heh...
 * Noire: Eeeek!

C Support

 * Noire: *Sniff* *sniffle*
 * Henry: Hey-o, Noire! What's wrong? Why are you crying?
 * Noire: *Sniff* I'm not... Mother cursed me to have a *sniff* runny nose for three days straight.
 * Henry: Nya ha ha! I'd never inflict such a useless curse on someone!
 * Noire: It's nothing new. *sniffle* Mother is always trying out some new spell or another. Every time she comes up with one she *sniiiiff* uses me as her guinea pig.
 * Henry: Aww Here, take my handkerchief.
 * Noire: Th-thank you... *HOOONK!*
 * Henry: Welp, I'm not exactly sure how to break a curse this strange, actually... But Don't worry. I'll have a talk with your mother and get it cleared up.
 * Noire: Er...are you sure? That never really worked out for you in the future. Every time you talked back, Mother cursed you up to your eyeballs. ...Or sometimes she just cursed your eyeballs, and you cried yourself to sleep.
 * Henry: Nya ha! That's...kind of pathetic.
 * Noire: ...Yep. *sniff*
 * Henry: B-but that was a different me, right? Just wait—I'll prove you can depend on me!
 * Noire: Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really can be different this time around. *sniiiff*

B Support

 * Henry: *Sniff* I'm sorry, Noire... I feel like I really let you down... *sniff*
 * Noire: It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning... But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.
 * Henry: I'm not crying. *sniff* Your mother hit me with a five-day runny-nose curse.
 * Noire: Just like before...
 * Henry: Urgh... Guess you did say this was how it played out in the future... *sniff* But look on the bright side—at least your hex is broken now! *sniffle*
 * Noire: Yep, juuust like before. You'd always come to my rescue by taking on Mother's curses yourself.
 * Henry: I guess some things were just meant to be...
 * Noire: Maybe you're right. Maybe we're all fated to trace the same path as we did before...
 * Henry: Huh?
 * Noire: My coming back didn't change you, Father. So why should it change anything? It'll all happen again. My parents will die, and I'll be left alone... Why did I even bother coming back again if it means watching my life fall apart again? Why... *sniff*
 * Henry: *Sniff* Hey, don't cry!
 * Noire: FOOL! THESE ARE NO TEARS!
 * Henry: Uh-oh. Here we go...
 * Noire: Bwa ha ha ! Such trifling matters cannot free the waters of my icy ducts, mortal! The only dribbling here is the unseemly nose flood seeping from your craven face!
 * Henry: Er, Noire? Come back, Noire.
 * Noire: *Ahem* ...I'm sorry, Father. I think I need to step out and clear my head...
 * Henry: Noire, wait! There's no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*

A Support

 * Henry: Got a second, Noire?
 * Noire: Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?
 * Henry: Ta-daaa!
 * Noire: ...Eeeek! M-Mother's cursing implements! Gods, there's so many... Father, what are you planning to do to me?
 * Henry: Nya ha, nothing to you, Noire. I stole these from your mother so she couldn't put any more curses on you.
 * Noire: You...you took away Mother's tools? But...you never did anything like this before...
 * Henry: Before, you said we couldn't change anything. That we're bound by fate. Well, I thought maybe I could lay that fear to rest. If I did something the future me couldn't, it would prove everything can change.
 * Noire: Hmm... I guess that's true. The father I knew wouldn't even get near these tools, let alone take them.
 * Henry: I only changed because you came back to me, you know? And together, we can change anything. All of us—you, me, your mother...everyone.
 * Noire: Just please don't ever leave me again.
 * Henry: Nothing's taking me away from you again. ...Not even death.
 * Noire: That's...a little much, perhaps? But thanks.
 * Henry: Say, do you feel that? A sudden sense of foreboding? Fury rising from the shadows? A Risen ambush? No... Bears? Is it bears? No...Oh gods! It's your mother! And she's FURIOUS!
 * Noire: She must have realized you took all her toys.
 * Henry: I'd better take off before I test that whole "not even death" promise! Nya ha! Bye for now, Noire!
 * Noire: Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for the better!

C Support

 * Inigo: Aaah! S-somebody help! Heeelp! N-Noire's gonna kill me!
 * Noire: Dum de dum de do...
 * Inigo: *Huff, huff...* N-Noire! Come on, put the bow down! It's all fun and games until someone loses an... AAAIEEEE!
 * Noire: Don't worry. Of all the weapons I use, I'm best with a bow. So it's very unlikely I'll hit you.
 * Inigo: Oh, is that so? Well, you know what? THAT DOESN'T HELP! And I was actually making headway with that girl until you started firing at her! ...Yes, well, you've had your fun. Now go away and let me get back to mine.
 * Noire: Oh, but I am my mother's daughter, you know...
 * Inigo: And what does Tharja have to do with any of this?
 * Noire: When it comes to chasing our prey, we never tire. It's in our blood. You might say I'm a bit...obsessive about stuff like this. So you aren't going to lose me. No, sir. Noooooo, sir.
 * Inigo: ...Someone help me! Please! Anyone!
 * Noire: Actually, that raises a different question. Why are you running in the first place? I promised not to hit you, remember? I...I promised. *sniff*
 * Inigo: Wait. Why are YOU going to cry? I'm the one being hunted!
 * Noire: *Sniff* D-don't you trust me?
 * Inigo: My faith in your bow skills is REALLY not the issue here...
 * Noire: Then what's the problem? I'm just doing what I was asked. Just keeping the hyenas at bay.
 * Inigo: Hyenas? Hey, wait a second! Who asked you to do that?!
 * Noire: SILENCE, FOOL! I SHALL BROOK NO FURTHER QUESTIONS! Now stand veeery still.
 * Inigo: Wait! Stop! Just think of all the ladies who will be deprived of— Aaaaaugh! Help meeeeee!

B Support

 * Inigo: Hmm... Back to the market today, perhaps? I saw a couple of ladies ripe for—
 * Noire: What are you up to, Inigo?
 * Inigo: EEEEEEK!
 * Noire: Heading out to pick something up at the market? Or some...ONE?
 * Inigo: Who, me? Ha ha! N-no, I would never go chasing girls! ...Yet. ...Today, I mean.
 * Noire: Well, if you're heading out, I'd better get ready as well. Hum de dum de dooo...
 * Inigo: Um, Noire? Why are you nocking an arrow?
 * Noire: Oh, don't worry about me! Just pretend I'm not here.
 * Inigo: That's kind of difficult when you're pointing an arrow at me.
 * Noire: I won't hit you silly! I'm just keeping the hyenas at bay. Those are my...orders.
 * Inigo: From WHO, for crying out loud?!
 * Noire: Um... I... Oh, I'm sorry, Inigo. But I promised not to tell you. ...Though I must say, they chose the right woman for the job. For I am my mother's daughter! Eeeee hee hee hee!
 * Inigo: I really wish you'd stop saying that. And what's all this about hyenas?
 * Noire: I told you not to worry about it.
 * Inigo: Yes, and that is a piece of advice that I'm planning to ignore. Seriously would you please just explain what's going on here?!
 * Noire: ......
 * Inigo: I haven't seen so much as a stray dog around here, let alone a hyena.
 * Noire: STILL YOUR CHATTERING TONGUE, LEST I REMOVE IT!
 * Inigo: Eeeeeeeeeek!
 * Noire: Inigo! Inigo, wait! Don't run! It's really hard to miss you when you're running around like that!
 * Inigo: Heeeeeelp meeeeeeeeeee!
 * Noire: INSOLENT FOOL! RETURN TO ME AT ONCE!

A Support

 * Noire: Inigooo! Where are yoooooou?! You can run, but you can't hide... Hmm... Probably off chasing skirts again. I just hope there's no repeat of last time...
 * Inigo: What happened last time?
 * Noire: EEEEEK!
 * Inigo: Ha! Doesn't feel good to be snuck up on, now does it? I figured turnabout was fair play, so I staged this little ambush.
 * Noire: Th-that's terrible! You're terrible! *sniff* *sniffle*
 * Inigo: Oh, come one! Stop that... It was the girls, wasn't it? Your "hyenas"? Every poor, defenseless girl I talk to runs off screaming in a hail of arrows!
 * Noire: ...... I had to make sure you weren't tricked again. Those were... Those were Chrom's orders.
 * Inigo: Wait, CHROM told you to do this?!
 * Noire: Well, kind of. I mean, he let me work out the details, but... Look, none of this would have happened if you hadn't been tricked last time!
 * Inigo: Last... I was tricked? I don't...
 * Noire: Remember the lady thief you invited to tea? The one who stole half our gear? When Chrom heard about that, he asked me to keep an eye on you.
 * Inigo: I...see.
 * Noire: You're too trusting, Inigo, Chrom is worried it may shorten your life span.
 * Inigo: You make me sounds totally hopeless. I'm not some easy mark just asking to get taken in. It was just one lady thief! Oh, well...and that girl cutpurse. the one with the glass eye. Ah, and then there was that band of female arsonists... But that still isn't a reason to open fire on me!
 * Noire: ...I was just worried about you. We all worry about you.
 * Inigo: Heh... I forgot all about that stuff, actually. Guess I thought everyone else did, too.
 * Noire: IMPUDENT FOOL!
 * Inigo: Gaaaaah!
 * Noire: You offer apologies, but do you truly grasp the gravity of your crimes?! You've been a burden on the commander and a waste of my precious time! I ask again—does your repentance match the scale of your misdeeds?! SPEAK NOW! SPEAK, LEST I PERMIT MY ARROW TO SPEAK FOR YOU!
 * Inigo: Good gods, y-yes! Yes, ma'am! I'm sorry! Honestly, I had no idea people paid that much attention to me...
 * Noire: BLOOD AND THUNDER!
 * Inigo: Ack! S-sorry, sorry, sorry! I promise I'll be more careful!
 * Noire: ...Wonderful. Then I'll be going, now. We worry because we care, Inigo—so just take care of yourself, okay?
 * Inigo: Phew... I thought I was a dead man. I'm just glad she put the bow down before she lost it there...

S Support

 * Inigo: There you are. I was looking for you.
 * Noire: Did you need something?
 * Inigo: A cup of tea. With you. Interested?
 * Noire: Wh-why? What's going on?
 * Inigo: It's not very ladylike to fib, you know.
 * Noire: I don't know what you're talking about.
 * Inigo: Your little bit about being "ordered" to keep the hyenas at bay.
 * Noire: I didn't lie! Those were my orders!
 * Inigo: But you weren't quite telling the truth, either, hmm? Something tells me you wanted to be one of those hyenas.
 * Noire: ...How did you know?
 * Inigo: Ha! Let's just say I have a gift for reading women.
 * Noire: I was the only one you never flirted with... ...You even flirted with a sign in front of the baker's shop one day! I felt...left out, you know? And hurt. And...kind of... *mumble, mumble*
 * Inigo: Sorry, what was that last one?
 * Noire: I FELT ANGRY! Blood and thunder, mortal! My emotions are not to be trifled with! NOW FLIRT WITH ME!
 * Inigo: Um... I'm not sure I can really...do that...right now...
 * Noire: A gift for reading women? Ha! What a joke. You've got a gift for MIS-reading women! That's why you always get turned down. *Sniff* I just... I just wanted a chance to turn you down too...
 * Inigo: Look, Noire? The reason I didn't flirt with you is because you're kind of...scary. I didn't want to set you off and wind up as an oversized pincushion for your arrows...
 * Noire: Oh. I...I see. I-it's not like I... *sniff* Like I get mad on purpose... I can't...h-h-help it! Waaaaaaaah!
 * Inigo: Cripes! D-don't cry! I mean, yes, I was a jerk, but you fired about a hundred arrows at me... What do you say we call it even and start over? Huh?
 * Noire: But I *hic* I had to, or...the hyenas...
 * Inigo: I know, and I appreciate what you were trying to do. Listen, I was worried about making you angry, That's no lie. But I also thought you were...different. Kind of ethereal, if that makes sense. Like something mortal hands weren't meant to touch. Anyway, that's why I always hesitated. But I'm done hesitating. I'm going to ask what I've been wanting to ask you all along... Will you marry me?
 * Noire: Wh-what?! Isn't this a bit sudden?!
 * Inigo: I'm tired of beating around the bush with you. This is all I've ever wanted!
 * Noire: I don't... I'm... I'm flattered, but it's just so unexpected!
 * Inigo: Hah! You're adorable when you blush and fly into a panic.
 * Noire: If...if we do this, you have to stop flirting with other girls.
 * Inigo: Well sure, that's uh... Sure.
 * Noire: Saying "sure" twice makes it feel less sure.
 * Inigo: Well, it's hard to feel sure when you're pointing a bow at me!
 * Noire: ...I'd hoped you had learned your lesson by now.
 * Inigo: Waugh! S-stop! Stop, please! I promise, I'll... Wait. "Learned my lesson"? So that whole bit about the hyenas WAS just a lie!
 * Noire: Oh, it was no lie. For I have a slavering scavenger in my sights right now...
 * Inigo: Wait, ME?!
 * Noire: Eee hee hee! Time to silence that philandering cackle for good!
 * Inigo: Aaaaaah! Have mercy! I repent! I repeeent!

C Support

 * Noire: Um, so, Severa? I have to... Er... Do you mind?
 * Severa: Isn't it time you learned to do this by yourself?
 * Noire: Puh-puh-please?
 * Severa: Oh, all right! Gods!
 * Noire: S-sorry! I'm just scared, is all.
 * Severa: Too scared of the dark to go to the bathroom by yourself at night? Honestly, Noire! You're a grown woman!
 * Noire: I'm sorry, okay?! I'm sorry! ...Also, I'm sorry I yelled just there.
 * Severa: Gods, enough! Stop apologizing and let's go.
 * Severa: Th-thanks, Severa. You're always so nice to me.
 * Severa: That must be a pretty low bar if I'm leaping over it. Why not bother someone else from time to time?
 * Noire: Oh, I'd be too embarrassed...
 * Severa: And you're not with me?
 * Noire: You don't tease me for it.
 * Severa: No, I suppose not. I'm only interested in taking self-important people down a peg. Teasing you would be like kicking a puppy. ...While it's asleep.
 * Noire: ...W-wait. Is that really the reason why?
 * Severa: Oh, what does it matter? At the end of the day, I'm still saddled with guarding you from the bogeyman.
 * Noire: ...Sorry?
 * Severa: Never mind. We're old friends. Imposing on me is just what you do. ...Er, that sounded less harsh in my head.
 * Noire: I think I know what you meant.

B Support

 * Noire: Hngh... I-it hurts...
 * Severa: Noire?! Are you all right?
 * Noire: S-Severa...? I... Ngh!
 * Severa: What's wrong? Are you hurt?
 * Noire: I was m-making medicinal tea... A compound of herbs... I boiled them and drank the tea, and now it feels like my stomach is tied in knots!
 * Severa: Since when do you know how to mix herbs?
 * Noire: I don't. I just threw in whatever looked like an herb.
 * Severa: You what?! Gods, are you insane?! Your stomach is fragile enough without you dumping weird potions into it!
 * Noire: That's what the medicine was supposed to fix... Ungh...
 * Severa: Oh, this is just too absurd...
 * Noire: I thought maybe if my body were stronger, I'd be less meek, too. Than I wouldn't be such a scaredy-cat, and... Um... I wouldn't have to bug you all the time.
 * Severa: Well it totally doesn't help either of us if you turn your guts inside out.
 * Noire: No, you're right. I'm sorry..
 * Severa: Look, just...lie down for a bit, okay?
 * Noire: All right.
 * Severa: I'll fetch some water and some REAL medicine. Don't move till I get back, all right?
 * Noire: Yes, ma'am...
 * Severa: That's it.
 * Noire: ......
 * (Noire leaves)
 * Severa: Gods, she is such a handful! And why is it always my hands she's filling?!

A Support

 * Noire: Severa, I am so, so sorry! It was an accident! Honest!
 * Severa: Gods, it's fine...It's just some spilled stew.
 * Noire: B-but it was so...so chunky! *sob* *sniff* I'm always causing trouble for you...
 * Severa: And every time you do, I tell you it's fine and to stop apologizing, don't I? Besides, there was a ton of stew that you didn't spill... I even had seconds.
 * Noire: Aw, you're so sweet!
 * Severa: Although...
 * Noire: Huh?
 * Severa: Even at your best—and I say this lovingly—you're not the most together person. But you're still usually not this lame!
 * Noire: ...What do you mean?
 * Severa: It's like whenever I'm around, minor slipups turn into full-blown disasters. I'm not sure if it's my fault or yours! ...Am I the only one who has noticed?
 * Noire: ...Oh.
 * Severa: Needing an escort to go to the bathroom? Poisoning yourself with amateur potions? Dropping our dinner on the floor? I mean, I'm just saying is all, but why in the heck does this keep happening?
 * Noire: ...I've been wondering that myself.
 * Severa: Oh?
 * Noire: Well, um, see, I'm not doing it intentionally or anything, but... But maybe I'm subconsciously leaning on you for a familiar sense of security! I mean, um...that's my theory.
 * Severa: Weirdo alert.
 * Noire: Yeah, I know. I'm sorry, Severa.
 * Severa: Oh, stop it... I don't mind.
 * Noire: B-but I'm making so much work for you.
 * Severa: Yeah, well, I suppose I make some work for you, too.
 * Noire: What do you mean?
 * Severa: People don't really rely on me for stuff. I'm more the...prickly type. So it's kind of... You know. ...Nice. Besides, who would keep you out of trouble if I wasn't around?
 * Noire: Hee hee! You're so right!
 * Severa: Just, uh... Don't go crazy, yeah? Everything in moderation.
 * Noire: Heh, it's a deal!

C Support

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

B Support

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

A Support

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

S Support

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

C Support

 * Noire: Aah! Aiiieee! N-no, stop! STOP! STAY AWAY!
 * Morgan: What?! ...That's Noire! Noire, hold on!
 * Noire: Morgan, hurry! Heeelp!
 * Morgan: What's wrong?! Are we under attack?! Are you all right?! And, uh... Why are you squirming around like that?
 * Noire: Buh... B-b-b-buh...
 * Morgan: ...Buh?
 * Noire: BUG! BACK! BUG ON MY BACK!
 * Morgan: Hmm? Oh, will you look at that! It's a little red guy with black spots.
 * Noire: J-just get it off me!
 * Morgan: Aaand...got it! Aww, up close it's so adorable!
 * Noire: Augh, stop! Go! Get it out of here! It's crawling all over your hand!
 * Morgan: All right, all right, it's outside now. Geez, Noire. I didn't think anyone could be scared of a little ol' ladybug.
 * Noire: It doesn't scare you? It was ON you!
 * Morgan: Oh, I don't mind. I love bugs!
 * Noire: ...All bugs?
 * Morgan: Hmm, I suppose there are probably some exceptions. Roaches and other creepy-crawlies that scuttle about in the dark are a bit gross. ...And giant fire-breathing scorpions aren't fun to be around.
 * Noire: Even the tiniest of bugs terrify me... Pathetic, isn't it? We're trying to win a war, and I can't even face down a bug.
 * Morgan: I wouldn't call it pathetic, but I guess it's better not to be scared if you can help it.
 * Noire: I know, right? Morgan, if I... If I asked you to help me get over my fear, would you do it?
 * Morgan: You mean your bug phobia? Sure, why not? I'll go collect a bunch of my favorites and show them to you. Once you've seen a whole mess of 'em, you'll be used to it. Problem solved!
 * Noire: M-maybe not...too many of them... Er, Morgan? Wait, Morgan, I... Hello?

B Support

 * Morgan: Oh, Noire!
 * Noire: Mmm? Hello, Morgan. Wh-what's in the big cage?
 * Morgan: It's for you. Come here and take a nice, close look...
 * Noire: Hmm? Why, what's in— ...Hurrk!
 * Morgan: Noire? Noire, answer me! ...Oh no, you're frothing from the mouth! Gotta elevate your head...
 * Noire: ...Nguh? M-Morgan?! Wh-what happened? How long was I out?
 * Morgan: A few minutes. You took one look at the insects I brought you and you passed out.
 * Noire: Insects...? Augh, the insects! I remember now! *shudder* W-wait. You brought them for me?
 * Morgan: That was the plan, right? You wanted help getting used to the sight of them? I guess I set the bar a little high for our first attempt.
 * Noire: I was expecting... I don't know, butterflies or something. Definitely not those black horned monstrosities!
 * Morgan: Aren't they awesome?! I've got beetles with horns, other guys with pincers... Anybody who was ever a little boy knows how these are the best bugs ever! So... Did you want another look?
 * Noire: NO! No, that...won't be necessary, thank you.
 * Morgan: No? These are some prime specimens. I'm pretty proud of 'em, but...
 * Noire: I'm sorry, Morgan. I know you went to a lot of effort to catch these for me. But I don't know if I can get used to something I can't even look at.
 * Morgan: No, no, I'm the one who should apologize. I think my selections were a bit off, given the audience. I should've started smaller. I'll come back once I've tracked down some cuter critters.
 * Noire: Um, thank you?
 * Morgan: Sure thing! I'll get started right away! But, hmm... Cute insects... Maybe start with butterflies and go from there? Just have to make sure I don't accidentally grab an Ylissean screeching moth! Ha ha!
 * Noire: Screeching...moth? They screech?! Wait a minute, why would a moth ever need to screech?!

A Support

 * Morgan: Hey, Noire.
 * Noire: Oh, hello, Morg— Wait. Why do you have a cage? ...What's in the cage, Morgan?!
 * Morgan: Only the cutest of the most nonthreatening of bugs! ...Promise!
 * Noire: And...how many of them? Hopefully not dozens like you brought last time...
 * Morgan: Nope, I learned my lesson. I think there are maybe four or something? Didn't want you going all frothy and unconscious on me again. Anyway... Here you go!
 * Noire: ...... Ah! They glow!
 * Morgan: Yeah! The males of that species flash in the dark to attract mates.
 * Noire: It's beautiful... I've never seen anything like it.
 * Morgan: Good! I'd hoped you'd be all right with something like this.
 * Noire: Oh my gosh... I could watch these little guys for hours.
 * Morgan: That's great! Mission accomplished! ...Muh? What's that?
 * Noire: ...That buzzing. What's making that sound?
 * Morgan: Probably—and please don't panic—but probably a gnat or fly or some tiny thing.
 * Noire: It's very... Very, very, very, very, very...
 * Morgan: Hmm?
 * Noire: Very, very IRRITATING! INSOLENT CREATURE! YOU PUNY, GALLING FOOL OF AN INSECT! YOU DARE INVITE MY WRATH?!
 * Morgan: Er...Noire?!
 * Noire: Show yourself! Where is this hateful beast with the hubris to vex my ears?!
 * Morgan: It's, uh... Ooh, there!
 * Noire: NOW FACE YOUR IMPLACABLE FATE!
 * Morgan: Ack! Good gods, watch out!
 * Noire: ...Ahhhhh. ...Huh? What did... Oh, YEARGH! Eeeeeew! What have I doooooone?!
 * Morgan: Ah ha ha ha! That was amazing! You just snatched it from the air and crushed it with your bare hand! I'd say that proves you've gotten over your bug troubles, Noire.
 * Noire: No, I... I wasn't even thinking! My hand just shot out!
 * Morgan: That proves your instinctive fear is gone!
 * Noire: It...does?
 * Morgan: Absolutely! Looks like you've got an iron constitution now when it comes to bugs.
 * Noire: I... I do? M-maybe you're right, I... I do feel stronger!
 * Morgan: Just keep acclimatizing yourself bit by bit, and you'll have no trouble at all. Don't even think about it. Just take it one encounter at a time!
 * Noire: Oh, thank you, Morgan!

S Support

 * Noire: Eeeeek, I take it back! I can't do it!
 * Morgan: S-sorry! Okay, taking it away now! I guess it's still a little early for the big guys, huh?
 * Noire: I'm sorry... I'm hopeless, I know. I haven't cured my insect phobia at all.
 * Morgan: ...Maybe you should view this as one facet of a bigger process. It'd be great if you could easily grow less scared in general, and not just by bugs. So, um, yeah. Maybe you really don't have to stop disliking bugs at all. ...You know? ......
 * Noire: Are you all right, Morgan? You seem quiet today.
 * Morgan: N-no, I'm fine!
 * Noire: Are you sure? Even your encouragement has an oddly defeatist undertone.
 * Morgan: Does it? I'm sorry. I guess I just... Noire, let's stop doing this.
 * Noire: ...So you think it's hopeless, too?
 * Morgan: What? No, that's not what I meant.
 * Noire: Please, Morgan. If you think I'm a lost cause, feel free to say so. I've already accepted that about myself for years now...
 * Morgan: But that's not true! You are not a lost cause!
 * Noire: ...Really?
 * Morgan: I just... I just don't want you to change! You're perfect. Even your fear of bugs is... Well, it's adorable. Plus this way I get to feel like you have a use for me!
 * Noire: What?! Th-then you... You're... I mean...
 * Morgan: I'm head over heels for you! If I had one wish, it'd be to stay with you forever. To keep you safe from everything that scares you... I want to be the one you shout for when you need help, Noire!
 * Noire: Morgan, I... Thank you. I'm flattered. And really, really happy...
 * Morgan: Then does that mean...?
 * Noire: How could I not love you, after all the times you've given me courage and support? Look, I don't want you to feel like you have to guard me from the world. But I hope you'll continue to help me grow into a better, braver woman.
 * Morgan: I'll be your one-man cheering section! But, um... If you still want to shriek when you see a bug, it really is cute!
 * Noire: E-enough talk about bugs! You'll ruin the moment!

C Support

 * Morgan: Let's see here... Birthday? 5th May... Favorite colors? Blue and purple... Favorite food? Probably bear meat...
 * Noire: What are you mumbling about over there, Morgan?
 * Morgan: Least favorite food? Veggies, apparently. Don't seem to mind them now, though...
 * Noire: Morgan!
 * Morgan: Oh! Noire?! Guess I was pretty out of it to miss my own sister paying a visit! Did you need something?
 * Noire: J-just wondering what you were chanting over there... Whenever I hear something like that, it usually involves a curse...
 * 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 spark back my memory. Heh. It's 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...
 * Noire: Well, you're still as cheerful, 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 sister hasn't really clicked.
 * Noire: 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 so 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!
 * Noire: 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 old times—now included!
 * Morgan: Heh, right!

C Support

 * Yarne: *Huff* *pant* N-Noire! You've got to...h-help me!
 * Noire: Eeep! Y-Yarne, what's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost!
 * Yarne: Long story! No time! Very convoluted! You've just gotta hide me!
 * Noire: Er, there's a blanket in the corner you can hide under if you want?
 * Yarne: ...Wait, that's it? No questions asked? You'll just help?
 * Noire: Er, you said it was convoluted and there wasn't time. But if you want to tell me, I'm happy to—
 * Yarne: Thanks, Noire. I owe you one!
 * Noire: Don't mention it. But since you offered, maybe you could tell me—
 * Yarne: Shhhh! I think someone's coming!

B Support

 * Yarne: Hey, Noire! I brought you a little treat today.
 * Noire: Oh, is that a fruit tart? It looks scrumptious! This must have been hard to find, given the state of things. What's the occasion?
 * Yarne: It's a thank-you for before. When you hid me?
 * Noire: Oh geez! You didn't have to bring anything! I just threw an old blanket on you.
 * Yarne: Tut tut! I won't hear it. You saved my bushy tail, so let me repay you.
 * Noire: Well, if you're sure, then thank you. Would you care to join me? I could get us something to drink... Oh, wait! We have those simulated combat drills today... Darn. There won't be enough time to enjoy this tasty tart.
 * Yarne: Oh... B-but... I've already done mine! Yep! That's it! Just like my Mother always said, the early rabbit gets the...thingy! Heh heh...
 * Noire: I...see? Well in that case...
 * Yarne: A-anyway, let's eat! I'm ready to forget all about those drills.
 * Noire: They do say that sweets help to ease the body after physical exertion.
 * Yarne: Y-yeah...

A Support

 * Yarne: Hey, Noire! I brought some cake this time! Want to split it with me?
 * Noire: I'd love to, but I'm afraid I can't. I have to prepare for combat.
 * Yarne: You're fighting in the next battle?
 * Noire: I am.
 * Yarne: ...Ah. I see.
 * Noire: For all my faults, the others still trust me enough to rely on me...
 * Yarne: But aren't you scared?
 * Noire: Of course I am! Even now, my hands are shaking...
 * Yarne: Then why force yourself? Wouldn't it be easier to just stay here and—
 * Noire: It would, but I don't want to do what's easy. I want to do what's right... Yarne, if you don't want to fight, you don't have to. I won't judge you. I don't want to go out there either.
 * Yarne: Then why go?!
 * Noire: B-because we have to win this war, and it's time for me to make a stand! So, yeah. I'm scared, but I'm going.
 * Yarne: Noire...
 * (Noire leaves)
 * Yarne: She's so tiny. And she's trembling, for crying out loud! ...Gods, what a craven. I'm in here hiding while she fights for a better future. That's it! No more being a coward! I'm volunteering for today's battle too! Hey! Noire, wait up! I'm coming tooooo!

S Support

 * Noire: Combat again? I'm already shaking... But if there's some way I can help, I need to muster up my courage to do it!
 * Yarne: H-hey, Noire!
 * Noire: Yarne?
 * Yarne: I'll go with you. I'll fight today.
 * Noire: You've been volunteering to fight a lot lately, is everything all right?
 * Yarne: It's fine. I just... Watching you suit up and head off to battle made me realize I needed to shape up. No more hiding in your tent because I'm too scared to fight! No more skipping out on training with lies and tarts! Er, although the tart was very good... Anyway, no more being a chicken is what I'm saying. I'm fed up with being that guy.
 * Noire: ......
 * Yarne: And that's why I'm fighting with you!
 * Noire: I'm really glad, Yarne.
 * Yarne: I'm sorry you had to watch me act like such a craven. That must have been frustrating. How come you never snapped and gave me what for like you usually do? You know? "Blood and thunder" and all that?
 * Noire: Hee hee. Because I didn't have to! If I yelled, you would have run away. Guilt was far more effective.
 * Yarne: Wait, so all that trembling was an act? ...Oh, you're good. AND you know me far to well! I love that about you, you know? How attentive you are...especially about me. In fact, I think I just love you, period. I always wanted to tell you, but I was too... Well, you know.
 * Noire: Yarne...
 * Yarne: Look, this is nuts, but would you be my girl? Once the war's over I mean?
 * Noire: Oh, Yarne. I've always hoped you thought as much. That's the real reason I never got mad at you, you know? Because... I love you, too. But I had to be sure you'd do what was right for you on your own terms.
 * Yarne: Thanks, Noire.
 * Noire: Hee hee! Don't thank me for loving you! That's just weird.
 * Yarne: No, I mean, thanks for giving me one more thing to fight for. Plus, this war will be less scary knowing we're both there to keep each other safe. So let's get out there and kick some heinie!
 * Noire: I'm right beside you!