Gaius/Supports

C Support

 * Avatar: Gaius, I am SO sorry about earlier! I had no idea you were in the bath...
 * Gaius: Aw, no worries. At least I hadn't taken off my smallclothes yet, eh?
 * Avatar: Yes, but... I still may have seen more than you intended.
 * Gaius: WHAT?! You saw THAT?! Gods, how embarrassing... It's just...uh...some poison oak I got into the other day, I swe—
 * Avatar: I'm talking about the tattoo on your arm. It's the one they use to mark convicted criminals, isn't it?
 * Gaius: Oh, that? Yeah, I got caught once doing a favor for a mate. Paid the price. But, uh, I'd appreciate it if you kept that little nugget under your hat, Bubbles.
 * Avatar: ...Did you just call me Bubbles? Er, but don't worry. I won't tell any—
 * Gaius: You'll tell everyone, you say? So it's to be blackmail, is it? Fine then. I can understand taking an opportunity to line your pockets. You can have my portion of dinner tonight, okay? Will that slake your greed for now?!
 * Avatar: Er, one helping of bear is already more than enough, thanks. Also, I'm not blackma—
 * Gaius: You drive a hard bargain, Bubbles! Very well. Take this custard pie!
 * Avatar: ...No, thank you. I'm not—
 * Gaius: If you are looking for ransom, I can assure you I don't have any money. But what I do have are a very particular set of honey cakes...
 * Avatar: Look, I don't want any treats from you, all right?! I'll keep your blasted secret!
 * Gaius: Whoa, easy there, Bubbles! Here, maybe a little sweet wine will put you in a better mood...

B Support

 * Avatar: Gaius? I didn't know you ran a market stall...
 * Gaius: Oh, sure. I like to get out, meet the common folk, sell the odd trinket... Speaking of which, see anything you fancy? I've got silk smallclothes from exotic ports, genuine leather belts, top-quality figs...
 * Avatar: Do you have any books? Strategy books, specifically? I've been hoping to expand my tactical knowledge to better serve the Shepherds. However, I can't find a single volume in these parts. It really is most strange...
 * Gaius: Strategy books, is it? Wait right there, Bubbles!
 * Avatar: Huh? Where'd he go? ...Oh, you're back! That was fast.
 * Gaius: Take a gander at this lot, and tell me if any of 'em tickle your fancy!
 * Avatar: By the... Gaius, this crate is FULL of books! Did you buy every tome in the market?!
 * Gaius: Sort of. Here, they're yours. Every last one, my gift to you! But that makes us even about the whole "wink-wink" thing!
 * Avatar: Gods, but you are pigheaded. For the last time, Gaius, I am NOT blackmailing you! Now please, return these books. I can't take them in good conscience.
 * Gaius: Oh, I see! Books aren't good enough? Still holding out for something better?!
 * Avatar: Sometimes I wonder why I even try... Hey, that's a handsome cloak. Looks warm, too.
 * Gaius: You like that cloak? I can buy it for you!
 * Avatar: GAIUUUUUUS!
 * Gaius: Guess not!

A Support

 * Gaius: Here, Bubbles. I got you something.
 * Avatar: Is this...a belt? With stones inlaid? Er, thank you, Gaius, but—
 * Gaius: Yep. Just a plaaaaaain old belt that's worth a big sack of gold down at the market.
 * Avatar: Then I must refuse. I can't accept such an extravagant gift.
 * Gaius: All right, maybe I stretched the truth, just a little... It'd be worth a sack of gold IF they paid for sentimental value, see? ...'Cause I made it myself.
 * Avatar: YOU made this? But, it's magnificent!
 * Gaius: Pleased you like it, Bubbles. Makes all the effort worthwhile.
 * Avatar: But why did you—
 * Gaius: Oh, no particular reason! None at all! Just...one good turn and all that.
 * Avatar: You're trying to bribe me again, aren't you?! I've already told you a hundred times, I'll keep your secret! I gave you my word, and that should be the end of it!
 * Gaius: Look, I trust you. Honest and truly. It's just that in my business, there's no such thing as a free lunch. Guy who says he'll do something for nothing? Well, he's the first one wanting payback down the line!
 * Avatar: ...Oh, very well. I was hoping it wouldn't come to this. I have something important to tell you.
 * Gaius: Important?
 * Avatar: It's a secret. A very embarrassing one. You see... *whisper, whisper*
 * Gaius: BWAAA HA HA HA! And the cow...?! Oh, you did NOT do that!
 * Avatar: Ah, but I did. And now you are the only one who knows. So in return for you keeping it safe, I promise to safeguard YOUR secret. Do we have a deal?
 * Gaius: ...Heh, I see what you did there. And...I appreciate it. All right. Deal. ...But you have to keep the pendant! It's not a bribe, now. More like a... I don't know... A thank-you gift.
 * Avatar: In that case, I accept.

C Support

 * Avatar: Gaius, I am SO sorry about earlier! I had no idea you were in the bath...
 * Gaius: Aw, no worries. At least I hadn't taken off my smallclothes yet, eh? Er, but I did want to mention I'm usually in much better shape. With the stress of this blasted war, I've been eatin' more sweets than usual. Usually I'm a real piece of eye candy. Belly like a washboard, glutes like a lumberja—
 * Avatar: Okay, then! That's quite enough. I believe you... Er, but I did notice something else, and...it has me a little worried...
 * Gaius: WHAT?! You saw THAT?! Gods, how embarrassing... It's just...uh...some poison oak I got into the other day, I swe—
 * Avatar: I'm talking about the tattoo on your arm. It's the one they use to mark convicted criminals, isn't it?
 * Gaius: Oh, that? Yeah, I got caught once doing a favor for a mate. Paid the price. But, uh, I'd appreciate it if you kept that little nugget under your hat, Bubbles.
 * Avatar: ...Did you just call me Bubbles? Er, but don't worry. I won't tell any—
 * Gaius: You'll tell everyone, you say? So it's to be blackmail, is it? Fine then. I can understand taking an opportunity to line your pockets. You can have my portion of dinner tonight, okay? Will that slake your greed for now?!
 * Avatar: Er, one helping of bear is already more than enough, thanks. Also, I'm not blackma—
 * Gaius: You drive a hard bargain, Bubbles! Very well. Take this custard pie!
 * Avatar: No, thank you. I'm not—
 * Gaius: If you are looking for ransom, I can assure you I don't have any money. But what I do have are a very particular set of honey cakes...
 * Avatar: Look, I don't want any treats from you, all right?! I'll keep your blasted secret!
 * Gaius: Whoa, easy there, Bubbles! Here, maybe a little chocolate will put you in a better mood...

B Support

 * Avatar: Gaius? I didin't know you ran a market stall...
 * Gaius: Oh, sure. I like to get out, meet the common folk, sell the odd trinket... Speaking of which, see anything you fancy? I've got silk smallclothes from exotic ports, genuine leather belts, top-quality figs...
 * Avatar: Do you have any books? Strategy books, specifically? I've been hoping to expand my tactical knowledge to better serve the Shepherds. Hiweever, I can't find a single volume in these parts. It really is most strange...
 * Gaius: Strategy books, is it? Wait right there, Bubbles!
 * Avatar: Huh? Where'd he go? ...Oh, you're back! That was fast.
 * Gaius: Take a gander at this lot, and tell me if any of 'em tickle your fancy!
 * Avatar: By the... Gaius, this crate is FULL of books! Did you buy every tome in the market?!
 * Gaius: Sort of. Here, they're yours. Every last one, my gift to you! But that makes us even about the whole "wink-wink" thing!
 * Avatar: Gods, but you are pigheaded. For the last time, Gaius, I am NOT blackmailing you! Now please, return these books. I can't take them in good conscience.
 * Gaius: Oh, I see! Books aren't good enough? Still holding out for something better?!
 * Avatar: *Sigh* Sometimes I wonder why I even try... Oh, what a handsome pendant. I've never seen the like.
 * Gaius: The pendant, then? And we can call it even?
 * Avatar: GAIUUUUUUS!
 * Gaius: Guess not!

A Support

 * Gaius: Here, Bubbles. I got you something.
 * Avatar: A pendant? ...Is this because of the one I saw in town that I liked? Er, thank you, Gaius, but I'm not sure I feel—
 * Gaius: Heck of a thing, too! Probably worth a big sack of gold down at the market.
 * Avatar: Then I must refuse. I can't accept such an extravagant gift.
 * Gaius: All right, maybe I stretched the truth, just a little... It'd be worth a sack of gold IF they paid for sentimental value, see? ...'Cause I made it myself.
 * Avatar: YOU made this? But, it's magnificent!
 * Gaius: Pleased you like it, Bubbles. Makes all the effort worthwhile.
 * Avatar: But why did you—
 * Gaius: Oh, no particular reason! None at all! Just...one good turn and all that.
 * Avatar: You're trying to bribe me again, aren't you?! I've already told you a hundred times, I'll keep your secret! I gave you my word, and that should be the end of it!
 * Gaius: Look, I trust you. Honest and truly. It's just that in my business, there's no such thing as a free lunch. Gal who says she'll do something for nothing? Well, she's the first one wanting payback down the line!
 * Avatar: ...Oh, very well. I was hoping it wouldn't come to this. I have something important to tell you.
 * Gaius: Important?
 * Avatar: It's a secret. A very embarrassing one. You see... *whisper, whisper*
 * Gaius: BWAAA HA HA HA! And the chicken...?! Oh, you did NOT do that!
 * Avatar: Ah, but I did. And now you are the only one who knows. So in return for you keeping it safe, I promise to safeguard YOUR secret. Do we have a deal?
 * Gaius: ...Heh, I see what you did there. And...I appreciate it. All right. Deal. ...But you have to keep the pendant! It's not a bribe, now. More like a... I don't know... A thank-you gift.
 * Avatar: In that case, I accept.

S Support

 * Avatar: Gaius? When are you going to tell me what this is all about?
 * Gaius: Just come here, Bubbles. I've got something I want to show you.
 * Avatar: What is it? Did you make another pendant?
 * Gaius: Nope. I did one better. ...Here.
 * Avatar: Oh my goodness, Gaius! What a beautiful ring.
 * Gaius: Really? Glad I didn't screw it up. See, 'cause I was kind of hopin' you'd...wear it.
 * Avatar: I...don't understand...
 * Gaius: Well, it's an engagement ring, see? And I'm offering it to you.
 * Avatar: ...Oh gods. You're serious, aren't you?
 * Gaius: Never been more serious in my life! Avatar, you're the sweetest gal I've ever met. And I love you. So? Will you marry me, Bubbles?
 * Avatar: Ha ha, well it's unlike you to ask a favor without offering something in return...
 * Gaius: Aw, come on, don't leave me hangin'! I'm seriously dyin' here!
 * Avatar: So what do I get, then? A lifetime together with you? Always and forever?
 * Gaius: I...guess?
 * Avatar: Is that asking too much?
 * Gaius: No way! That's a piece of cake! Right then, it's a deal. I promise to make you happy for the rest of your life.
 * Avatar: Then my decision is a piece of cake, too. I've been smitten with you for ages, Gaius. Of course I'd be honored to be your wife.
 * Gaius: Aw, thanks, Avatar! You've brought joy to this old brigand's heart! Now come here and give me some sugar, Bubbles.
 * Avatar: Er, but, Gaius? One other condition: you have to stop calling me Bubbles.
 * Gaius: Baby, you're a river of chocolate in an ocean of cream. I'm gonna steal your heart on a daily basis.

C Support

 * Chrom: Gaius, do you have a moment?
 * Gaius: What's up, Blue?
 * Chrom: ...Blue? Er, right. Well, you must have traveled a lot in your line of work, yes?
 * Gaius: Sure did! Us thieves tend to outstay our welcome in a hurry.
 * Chrom: The reason I ask is that I've had little chance to see the world properly. I've journeyed on diplomatic business, but that's pretty much it. And frankly, one majestic court looks very much like another. I've often wondered what it would be like to roam the world free of royal burdens.
 * Gaius: Ha! You royals up in your pointy towers really don't have a clue! You think us commoners are free to just spend our days sauntering along! Think we pick daisies and gaze at tourist attractions and eat bonbons all day!
 * Chrom: Look, that's not what I was implying at all. ...And I think you know it.
 * Gaius: So what's the problem? Tired of silk pants and the undying adoration of the masses?
 * Chrom: I try to appreciate my situation, but being a royal can be incredibly...stifling. It's a comfortable prison, true, but a prison nonetheless.
 * Gaius: Sounds like a serious case of not being able to count your blessings.
 * Chrom: It's true—I'm never hungry, I've a hot bath and a warm bed, people leap to my aid... Perhaps you're right. What right have I to complain of such a life?
 * Gaius: Bingo.

B Support

 * Gaius: Heya, Blue.
 * Chrom: You know, I really wish you wouldn't call me... Never mind. What can I do for you, Gaius?
 * Gaius: You got plans for the evening? After supper, I mean?
 * Chrom: I have to inspect the armory and make sure we're ready for the next battle.
 * Gaius: Boooooor-ing. What about tomorrow?
 * Chrom: Tomorrow I meet with the war council to discuss strategy and tactics.
 * Gaius: Man! It's all work and no play for our fair leader, isn't it?
 * Chrom: ...What exactly did you want, Gaius? If it's important, I'll carve out some time.
 * Gaius: Oh, it's not so important. ...Or maybe it IS!
 * Chrom: Would you please get to the point?
 * Gaius: Look, I got to thinking about what you said. You know, about not having freedom?
 * Chrom: Yes?
 * Gaius: Well, I thought I'd give you a taste of what it's like to be footloose and fancy-free!
 * Chrom: How do you propose to do that? I don't have time for a 'round-the-world tour.
 * Gaius: A single evening is all it'll take! ...You just tell me when you're ready.

A Support

 * Gaius: Finished your preparations? Ready to sample life outside the gilded cage?
 * Chrom: Preparations? I wasn't aware that—
 * Gaius: Aw, come on! You want to dress up a bit, don't you? ...I mean, I would.
 * Chrom: Look, I don't know what you're talking about. Where are we going anyway? How am I supposed to prepare when I have no idea what's going on?
 * Gaius: Seriously, Blue?! Gods, if you royals aren't the most coddled set of... Look, we're going out to have fun. You know about fun, right? So try to wear something that doesn't look like it was stolen from a corpse.
 * Chrom: Hey, I have a very keen fashion sense, thank you very much!
 * Gaius: ...Well, I suppose those clothes'll have to do, then. Come on, Blue. Quit your grumblin'. I'll explain on the way.
 * Chrom: B-but, wait!
 * (Scene transition)
 * Gaius: Ha ha! So...what'd you think?
 * Chrom: It was...interesting.
 * Gaius: Yeah, but was it FUN?!
 * Chrom: Well, I suppose so. I'd never seen a man juggle flaming hams before... And when those acrobats got into a knife fight...that was really something.
 * Gaius: I know, you're overwhelmed. It's a lot to take in. Still, we did what we set out to do.
 * Chrom: And what was that, exactly?
 * Gaius: To show you a slice of the real world!
 * Chrom: Ah, yes.
 * Gaius: So then? Still think you're trapped in a prison made of diamonds and baby tears? Today you wanted to experience something new, and that's exactly what we did! No one tried to stop you. No one asked for your autograph. Nothing stood in the way except your own royal reserve. King or traveling minstrel, the world is as narrow or wide as you make it.
 * Chrom: You're saying it's not duty that holds me back...but self-pity? Gods... I've been such a self-indulgent arse...
 * Gaius: Aw, don't be too hard on yourself, Blue. Those silk-clad shoulders carry a heavier burden than I'd be willing to bear. Just remember—attitude and outlook go a long way toward making your world.
 * Chrom: And you took me to that den of iniquity just to teach me that lesson?
 * Gaius: Naw. I like going there, but I can't afford it unless some sap foots the bill. But you be sure to let me know when you want to go again, all right?
 * Chrom: ...Maybe later.

C Support

 * Lissa: Now, this goes through here... Then I just loop this thread aaand... YEEEEOWCH!
 * Gaius: You all right there, Princess? What's going on?
 * Lissa: I'm TRYYYING to learn needlework! But I'm mostly just poking holes in my dumb finger.
 * Gaius: You should wash and dress those wounds, you know.
 * Lissa: Yeah, whatever. They're just pinpricks. ...See? Hardly bleeding at all.
 * Gaius: Small wounds can become infected as easy as large ones. Here, Princess. Let me take a look...
 * Lissa: Geez, fine! If you're going to be all stubborn about it... Just stop calling me Princess, all right? It almost sounds sarcastic when you say it.
 * Gaius: Just a friendly nickname, is all. I give 'em to everyone.
 * Lissa: Yeah, well, I bet you didn't give Chrom a nickname, did you?! It's so unfair. He risks life and limb nearly every day. But me? Nooooo! People hover around me if I have so much as a sewing accident.
 * Gaius: If it makes you feel better, this is the worst sewing accident I've ever seen.
 * Lissa: Gods, you'd think I was made of glass or something. ...H-hey! Easy with the bandages there! My hand looks like a grapefruit!
 * Gaius: You pierced a vein, Princess. Lucky it wasn't worse.
 * Lissa: *Grumble, grumble*
 * Gaius: Aw, cheer up now. Lemme see what you're sewing there! ...Oh. It's, uh.... It looooks like... A three-legged ogre? No, wait. A whalefish eating a sailor?
 * Lissa: It's a kitty cat.
 * Gaius: A cat? Really? Er, maybe if I turn it this way...
 * Lissa: It's not done yet, okay?!
 * Gaius: Hmm... For a cat, why don't you lengthen this... And then a few stitches here...
 * Lissa: ...Holy cow, Gaius! That's amazing! I didn't know you could sew!
 * Gaius: I've always had nimble fingers. Useful skill in my trade.
 * Lissa: Well, um... Thanks. I guess.
 * Gaius: My pleasure. Though perhaps you might take up a safer hobby, hmm? Like, say, jousting...

B Support

 * Lissa: Wait, so I poke this through here, and loop it over...there?
 * Gaius: No, not quite. Here, let me show you. FIRST you loop, theeen...
 * Lissa: Oh, I see! That wasn't so hard! ...And look, it's finished! Ta-Da!
 * Gaius: That's some nice work there, Princess. ...Although I think I did everything but that twisted blue bit up in the corner.
 * Lissa: Tee hee! Now that you mention it, you did help an awful lot, didn't you? You know, if you keep helping me, I'm never going to learn.
 * Gaius: Is that so bad? I mean, you're a princess, right? If you need something sewn, you could always just ask the royal seamstress.
 * Lissa: That is TOTALLY not how I operate, mister! I refuse to become one of those lazy nobles who can't even butter their own crumpets! Not that I've learned to do most anything useful so far...
 * Gaius: Hey, don't be so hard on yourself, Princess. This stuff takes time.
 * Lissa: Yeah, maybe. It's just so frustrating when I can't do the simplest tasks on my own! Cooking, laundry...you name it...
 * Gaius: One thing at a time, Princess. Practice makes perfect.
 * Lissa: Practice makes perfect? Hmm... I've never heard of that.
 * Gaius: It's a fun little saying, isn't it?
 * Lissa: Heck, yeah! And I'm gonna practice until my head falls off. All right, Gaius! I want to learn every skill that you know!
 * Gaius: Er, but I'm not really the teaching type—
 * Lissa: Oh, nonsense! Don't be modest! Teach me stuff! Pleeeeeease?
 * Gaius: Well, I suppose it's bad form to turn down a princess...

A Support

 * Gaius: GAAAAAACK! Gods, Princess! How much salt did you put in this soup?!
 * Lissa: Just one bag. Is that too much?
 * Gaius: Never mind. Let's focus on the positive. Your potatoes were...edible?
 * Lissa: You don't need to try and make me feel better, Gaius. The only reason the potatoes worked is because you remembered to take them out.
 * Gaius: Well, I suppose I did help a little...
 * Lissa: At this rate, I'd better find a husband who knows how to cook. I mean, would YOU marry a woman who can't even make a sandwich?
 * Gaius: What, me? Um... Well, I don't know. I never really thought abo—
 * Lissa: I knew it! You'd toss me out like a moldy sack of grain. All right then! Tomorrow, I want to learn how to open a jar. Deal?
 * Gaius: Look, Princess. You're very sweet, and I like you a lot. But are you sure we should be...you know. Seeing so much of each other?
 * Lissa: What do you mean?
 * Gaius: I'm a thief, and you're Chrom's sister. ...Tongues might start wagging is all.
 * Lissa: If anyone has a problem with that, I'll have their head on a pike!
 * Gaius: Sorry, I didn't mean—
 * Lissa: Tee hee. Just kidding. I wouldn't put anyone's head on a pike. But seriously, I'm not allowed to spend time with my friend? Come on! And I don't give a fig what a bunch of gossipy court ladies say about it!
 * Gaius: ...Oh. Well, all right, then.
 * Lissa: I want you to treat me just like any of your other friends! And that's an order!
 * Gaius: Well, for one thing, my other friends don't issue orders...

S Support

 * Lissa: Guess who?!
 * Gaius: WAAAH!
 * Lissa: Oh, sorry! Did I startle you?
 * Gaius: Oh, er... N-not really, no...
 * Lissa: Heh, well it sure SEEMED like it. Especially when you jumped and went "WAAAH!"
 * Gaius: Look, you shouldn't sneak behind people and cover their eyes like that!
 * Lissa: Hee hee! I thought you'd be used to it by now.
 * Gaius: Sometimes I think you could stand to be a bit more princess-like...
 * Lissa: Bah! I'll remember you said that the next time I'm out on the battlefield healing you! Well, now you're going to feel super guilty when I show you the gift I brought!
 * Gaius: ...Needlepoint. Lissa, did you make this?
 * Lissa: Hee hee! I've totally been practicing! Can you tell?
 * Gaius: This looks like a cat. But a REAL cat! Not one of your... "unique" ones.
 * Lissa: See? I wouldn't make such a bad wife!
 * Gaius: I never thought you would.
 * Lissa: Why Gaius, you old charmer...
 * Gaius: ...Er, when you bat your eyelashes at me like that... People might get the wrong idea...
 * Lissa: No they wouldn't... Because they would be right.
 * Gaius: They would? ...Lissa, I have a question to ask you... You're the sweetest girl I've ever met... If you think I'm worthy, I...I...
 * Lissa: You're gonna marry me right now, and that's totally an order!
 * Gaius: Oh... Well, that was certainly easier than I expected...
 * Lissa: Yaaaaaaaaay! I KNEW that needlepoint would do the trick!

C Support

 * Sumia: Oh, there you are, Gaius!
 * Gaius: Easy... Eeeeeeasy... Alllmost theeeere...
 * Sumia: Gaius? Gaaaaaaius! HEY! GAIUS!
 * Gaius: SHHHHH! Quiet down! Can't you see I'm busy here?!
 * Sumia: Oh, sorry...
 * Gaius: Aw, horse plop. It flew away.
 * Sumia: Huh? What flew away? Hey, what are you doing, anyway?
 * Gaius: I'm bee watching. Or at least, I was.
 * Sumia: Oh, I didn't know you liked insects!
 * Gaius: I don't. I was just trying to figure out where that little fellow lives.
 * Sumia: You mean its hive? Ah-hah! NOW I get it!
 * Gaius: ...What do you get?
 * Sumia: You're looking for bee larvae!
 * Gaius: Ugh, gross. No!
 * Sumia: They're considered a great delicacy among fine society back at the capital. You know, I always suspected you had a sophisticated palate...
 * Gaius: I have NO idea what you're blathering about, Stumbles.
 * Sumia: Hey! You should let me help you find some bee larvae! I mean, since I scared away your little bee friend away and all.
 * Gaius: Uh...wow, look at the time! I gotta fly.
 * Sumia: Oh. All right. But you MUST tell me when you go out again, all right? I insist! Bye, Gaius!
 * (Sumia leaves)
 * Gaius: ...Bee larvae? Crivens, I'll never understand these fancy city folk. Welp, no honey for me today. Maybe I'll try again tomorrow...

B Support

 * Gaius: Heh heh. There's bound to be a hive around here somewhere. Plus, this meadow of tall flowers should hide me from that oddball noblewoman...
 * Sumia: Hey, Gaius!
 * Gaius: Oh, come on! Really?
 * Sumia: Hee hee. Isn't this field sooo pretty? Now, let me guess... You're here to hunt bee larve, right? Ha ha! I KNEW it! In that case, I'm here to help!
 * Gaius: Look, Stumbles, I don't want to be rude or anything, but I'd rather get help from—
 * Sumia: What kind of flowers do bees like most? The little purple ones? Those are pretty!
 * Gaius: Hey! Hello? I'm trying to insult you here!
 * Sumia: Ooh ooh ooh oooh! Look, Gaius! A bee, a bee!
 * Gaius: Huh? Wh-where?!
 * Sumia: There! It's flying towards the forest beyond the meadow.
 * Gaius: You're right. I'll bet a custard pie there's a beehive somewhere in those trees...
 * (Sumia leaves)
 * Gaius: Right, I'm going to check it out. You stay here and weave flower bracelets or— Huh? Where'd she go?
 * Sumia: Oh, Gaaaius! Yoo-hoo! I've found the beehive! Now, I just... *grunt* have to... *grunt* pull it off this branch...
 * Gaius: What in the... Are you mad, woman?! You can't just go grabbing beehives!
 * Sumia: EEEEK! Bees! Bees! Oh gods, they're everywhere!
 * Gaius: I warned you, you daft— Um, what are you doing? NO! Don't run TOWARD me!
 * Sumia: Here's your beehive, Gaius—catch! Sorry, gotta run! See you later!
 * Gaius: Good heavens, she's fast. But what am I supposed to do with— Gah! BEES! Thousands of them! Aaaaaaaaaargh!

A Support

 * Gaius: Ouch! Ow ow ow ow ow... I didn't know it was possible to get stung this much. ...And live, I mean.
 * Sumia: Oh, I'm so sorry, Gaius. I can't help thinking that it was partly my fault. I mean, I'm the one who took the hive. Oh, and then gave it to you...
 * Gaius: Don't worry about it, Stumbles. I got what I was looking for.
 * Sumia: The bee larvae?
 * Gaius: No, not bee larvae! Who eats that, anyway? I wanted this sweet, sweet honey. Look at that golden, syrupy shine... Mmmmmm...
 * Sumia: Oh. Well, I suppose honey is good. It's no bee larvae, but... Say, do you mind if I just try a little bit? Maybe just a quick tast—OW!
 * Gaius: Your arm bothering you there? Here, lemme look.
 * Sumia: *Sniff* I-if you insist...
 * Gaius: Your elbow's swollen up like a turnip! Were you stung or something?
 * Sumia: Y-yes, but...I didn't want to mention it because you had all those stings. And you seemed so happy about the honey, s-so I didn't want to spoil it...
 * Gaius: This kid's braver and more thoughtful than I realized...
 * Sumia: Sorry, what was that?
 * Gaius: Listen, Stumbles, do you like sweets? Cakes? Candies? That sort of thing?
 * Sumia: Oh, of course! Especially the pretty ones.
 * Gaius: Well then, maybe you should have this.
 * Sumia: B-but, that's your honey! You worked so hard for it!
 * Gaius: Hey, you saw the bee, found the hive, AND collected it. I just ran for my life. Seems to me this belongs to you as much as anyone.
 * Sumia: Oh, Gaius...
 * Gaius: You know, all this time I thought you were just another strange noble. But I was wrong. I'd be honored to call you a friend.
 * Sumia: "My friend, Gaius..." Hee hee. It DOES have a pleasant ring to it, doesn't it? Oh, you know what we should do, now that we're friends? Collect more honey!
 * Gaius: Er, no thanks. I think my honey-hunting days are done...
 * Sumia:

S Support

 * Sumia: Hello, Gaius.
 * Gaius: Sumia! Just the girl I wanted to see. I've got something for you.
 * Sumia: Oh, isn't that funny? I have something for you, too.
 * Gaius: You don't say?
 * Sumia: I used that honey you gave me to bake a crowberry cake. It's the first time I've baked with honey, so if it tastes awful, just let me know.
 * Gaius: You made me...cake? Out of honey...? That's the nicest thing anyone... Oh, gods, it looks so gooood... Mmmmrrraaaaaggghhh... ...Er, yes. Right. Lemme just set the cake down for a second. Listen, Sumia. I need to tell you something.
 * Sumia: Hee hee. That's so crazy! Because I have something to tell YOU!
 * Gaius: Yeah, okay, that's great. But listen, before we get into that—
 * Sumia: I love you, Gaius! ...... Um, was that too sudden?
 * Gaius: Uhhhhh...
 * Sumia: I'm sorry! But ever since I realized it, I've been dying to tell you!
 * Gaius: I wish you'd waited.
 * Sumia: You...do?
 * Gaius: Look, when we started this conversation, I told you I had something for you, right? Well, you kind of took the starch out of my muffin, but...here.
 * Sumia: Oh my gosh, Gaius, it's a ring! Does this mean...?
 * Gaius: I'm kind of in love with you, too, Sumia. And I thought maybe you might like to be my wife. In fact, I'll do all the cooking if you just keep making those cakes.
 * Sumia: Oh, Gaius! YES! Er, but it actually took me 23 tries to get that last cake right.
 * Gaius: It did? ...Well, never mind, then. I'll bake the cakes, too.
 * Sumia: But we'll still be able to collect honey together, right?!
 * Gaius: Er, you know what? You just sit back and let me take care of everything...

C Support

 * Maribelle: Now see here, Gaius. What do you think you're playing at, hovering around me like a persistent fly? It disturbs me to see your leering visage, particularly when I'm in the midst of battle.
 * Gaius: I'm sorry, Twinkles. I just thought... Well, if I can atone for what I did, then maybe—
 * Maribelle: Maybe what? I might FORGIVE you? We might become oh-such-good-friends? You broke into the royal treasury with the intent of stealing from the realm. And then you did it AGAIN!
 * Gaius: Look, I know I did wrong, and I feel lousy about it. Gods strike me down if I don't.
 * Maribelle: Ha! You must be a stone idiot if you think I'll believe a thing you have to say! Or have you forgotten the first time you were caught raiding the treasury? You claimed my FATHER was behind it! My poor, decent, innocent father! He was hauled in front of the magistrate and almost put to death because of you!
 * Gaius: Actually, the thing about that is... L-look, I said some things I'm not proud of in an attempt to avoid the noose. But I'm a changed man now, and if you'll just let me, I'm sure I can—
 * Maribelle: Oh, enough. If I want a dog and pony show, I shall attend a carnival.
 * Gaius: No tricks, Twinkles. I speak from the heart on this one.
 * Maribelle: The blackened heart of a brigand is hardly worth listening to!

B Support

 * Gaius: Thanks for the help, Twinkles. You saved my bacon out there.
 * Maribelle: It's my job to heal stricken comrades. ...Even you.
 * Gaius: Yeah, but I'm the guy who brought false charges against your father. No one would have said boo if you let me just bleed to death.
 * Maribelle: I needed you alive, unfortunately. There is something I must ask you.
 * Gaius: I'll answer if I can.
 * Maribelle: I was rereading transcripts of my father's trial, and something struck me as...strange. Tell me, and speak the truth: Where exactly did you first hear my father's name?
 * Gaius: Well, er...
 * Maribelle: My father is a rich and powerful man, but rather unknown outside the nobility. Which begs the question... Why did you choose to accuse him? How did you even know to do so? I can think of only one reason, but I would hear it from your lips... Did someone threaten you, Gaius? Did they force you to name my father?
 * Gaius: They said... They said I had to do it or else they were going to...
 * Maribelle: Kill you?
 * Gaius: No, Twinkles. Not me.
 * Maribelle: Then who? Who was threatened?
 * Gaius: Look, it doesn't matter now. Bloke told me to name your father and I did. End of story.
 * Maribelle: And who was this scoundrel who had such a terrifying hold over you?
 * Gaius: You're not going to let this go, are you? All right, I suppose I should start at the beginning...

A Support

 * Maribelle: I am in your debt, Gaius.
 * Gaius: You are?
 * Maribelle: Yes. I wrote down everything you told me and sent it to my father. Now he will be able to turn the tables on the dastards who plotted against him.
 * Gaius: Well, I... I hope it works out for him.
 * Maribelle: If it does, it will be thanks to your willingness to tell the truth. So again, thank you.
 * Gaius: Don't thank me, Twinkles. I don't deserve it. It was a cowardly thing I did, and a day doesn't go by that I haven't regretted it. I even sent a letter after the trial, but too little, too late, I reckon.
 * Maribelle: Wait, that was you?! That letter rescued my father from the headsman's axe!
 * Gaius: I'm pleased to hear it. But I should have done more.
 * Maribelle: Gaius, you saved my father's life! Admittedly, your actions put him in danger in the first place... But still! You wrote that letter knowing the schemers would try to hunt you down!
 * Gaius: That wasn't a worry. I'm pretty good at running away from things.
 * Maribelle: I've been very unfair toward you, Gaius. I spoke before I knew all the facts.
 * Gaius: Hey, I'm the one who broke into your royal treasury. ...Twice.
 * Maribelle: Thief you may be, but you are more honest than half the so-called nobles I know. But, there is still one thing you haven't told me... When the plotters secured your testimony, who did they threaten? It must be someone important to you.
 * Gaius: Nope. I'd never met her. Never even saw her, in fact. All I knew is that she was a young girl who didn't deserve to die. Even if it meant sending her father off the swing.
 * Maribelle: W-wait. Those blackguard nobles threatened to kill ME?!
 * Gaius: Yep.
 * Maribelle: You testified against Father to save my life...
 * Gaius: Seemed the best option of a bad lot at the time. And now that I know you, I'd make the same decision a dozen times over.

S Support

 * Maribelle: Why, Gaius. I couldn't help but notice you were fighting alongside me again.
 * Gaius: Sorry, Maribelle. Just let me know if I ever get in the way.
 * Maribelle: Not at all. I was grateful for your help. ...And you DID look rather gallant. But Gaius, you mustn't keep trying to atone for the past. All has been forgiven.
 * Gaius: I appreciate you saying that. But I'd like to keep protecting you as best I can. I saved your life once, and... I don't know. I guess that kind of thing grows on a man.
 * Maribelle: Then I hope you never leave my side. I say that as a soldier...and a woman.
 * Gaius: Crivens. Th-that's mighty kind of you to say, but...
 * Maribelle: Tell me, Gaius. Do you feel the same way? ...About me, I mean.
 * Gaius: Actually, I've been having the same thoughts. I even went ahead and made this ring. I don't wanna seem forward or nothing, but since we're talking and all, I thought—
 * Maribelle: Oh, Gaius. I accept!

C Support

 * Gaius: *Sigh* One pot of honey, and that's it. This is barely going to last three days, and I just ate my last candied fig this morning...
 * Panne: Gaius?
 * Gaius: That you, Panne? What can I do you for?
 * Panne: What are you doing here? I rarely see you man-spawn clambering on sheer cliffs.
 * Gaius: I was collecting hon— Er, that is to say, I'm here on a...mission. Yeah, that's right. A very important and dangerous mission.
 * Panne: Oh.
 * Gaius: I can tell you're impressed, Whiskers. Don't try to hide it. You're thinking, "Crivens, this must be a brave and agile man, to be—"
 * Panne: Your dexterity would be below average among the taguel. And do not call me Whiskers.
 * Gaius: Below average, eh?
 * Panne: I admit, when I saw you at a distance, I thought you might be one of my kin. Perhaps a particularly clumsy friend who managed to hide among these rocks. But it was a fool's hope.
 * Gaius: Yikes. When you say that, I feel kind of bad for clambering around up here.
 * Panne: It is all right. You did not know.
 * Gaius: But uh, before you go...
 * Panne: Yes?
 * Gaius: ...You know a good way of getting down from here?
 * Panne: ......

B Support

 * Gaius: Heya, Whiskers. Thanks for getting me out of that tight spot the other day.
 * Panne: I never imagined I would one day be forced to carry a human down a cliff. I hope the experience will not be repeated. I found it disagreeable and humiliating.
 * Gaius: I thought we looked pretty dashing with me on your back. Like a Panne knight! ...You get it? See, instead of "pegasus," I said "Panne," so—
 * Panne: I am not a beast of burden, idiot!
 * Gaius: Crivens, you're a snippy one, aren't you? Maybe you need some sugar. Here, have one of my candied figs. It'll settle that temper of yours.
 * Panne: I do not usually eat sweets.
 * Gaius: No wonder you're always mopin' around. A berry tart keeps me whistling no matter how hard the going.
 * Panne: Do these sweets of yours serve as emergency rations?
 * Gaius: Any moment I'm not eating sugar is an emergency, Whiskers.
 * Panne: *Nibble* ...Ah, yes, very sweet. In emergencies, we taguel sometimes eat a similar-tasting fruit. But it is even sweeter than this candied confection.
 * Gaius: Sweeter than candy? Wh-what's it called? Where can I get it?! Ya gotta tell me, Whiskers!
 * Panne: Are you that interested in our culture?
 * Gaius: Oh, er...yeah! Of course. Absolutely obsessed, in fact! ...So this fruit of yours. Where can I find it?
 * Panne: You're standing below a tree right now.
 * Gaius: Wh-what?! A candy tree?! Mmmmuuurrrgghhh... Now I just gotta climb my way... Wait, up THERE?!
 * Panne: If you refer to the single, solitary tree at the very top of this cliff, then yes.
 * Gaius: Well, crap.
 * (Gaius leaves)
 * Panne: ...... What are you doing, man-spawn? You know you can't get down again! ...... I won't help if you get stuck. You'll have to stay there for the rest of your days! ...... Gods take this half-wit. He's stuck again...

A Support

 * Panne: Enough. Stop pestering me!
 * Gaius: I'm sorry, Whiskers, I really am. But ever since you told me about that candy tree, I can't get it out of my head!
 * Panne: It is not a candy tree—it is a fruit tree. And I'm tired of playing Panne knight!
 * Gaius: Hey, you just said Panne kni—
 * Panne: Are you listening to me?
 * Gaius: Er, yes.
 * Panne: Good. Anyway, you could at least pretend to be interested in the culture of my people. It would make me happier than you could possibly know.
 * Gaius: Wait, you KNEW I was just after the fruit? You saw through my cunning sham?
 * Panne: It was easy. You said as much when you were climbing toward the tree. You tend to talk to yourself a lot, man-spawn.
 * Gaius: Yeah, but I was so far away! How did you hear me?
 * Panne: Taguel ears are far more sensitive than your own.
 * Gaius: Crivens... I wager you overhear all kinds of secrets.
 * Panne: Not really. Our hearing is so sensitive, we pick up every little sound. Often the one thing we WANT to hear is drowned out by background clamor.
 * Gaius: Interesting. Tell me something else I don't know about the taguel.
 * Panne: Why? I've told you all there is to know about our sweet fruit tree.
 * Gaius: No, not that. I mean, about how you live and your culture and all that. I'm interested, Whiskers. Really.
 * Panne: You're not just saying this to place butter on me?
 * Gaius: Actually, the saying is... You know what? Never mind.

S Support

 * Gaius: Here, I've finished the ring. What do you think?
 * Panne: Very good. You have captured the style of taguel ornamentation perfectly. You're quite skilled with your hands. Did you ever think of being a jeweler?
 * Gaius: Hah! With your endorsement, I reckon I could make a go of it! Now tell me again about your high holy feast. How did that go again?
 * Panne: Aren't you bored of discussing the taguel, Gaius? We've done little else for weeks.
 * Gaius: Panne, you never bore me.
 * Panne: Oh? Well, I am glad.
 * Gaius: When you talk about your people, your whole face lights up. It's the exact opposite of that time you had to carry me down the cliff.
 * Panne: I considered leaving you there. ...Or killing you.
 * Gaius: Listen, Panne. I've been thinking that maybe we could spend more time together. See, among us man-spawn, a ring like this usually symbolizes a promise. And, if the lady does a man the honor of wearing it, then—
 * Panne: Then I would be your property? Is that it? Do you wish to employ me as a pack mule to haul you to and fro your candy tree?
 * Gaius: What? No, no. That's not why. The honest truth is... Well, it's... You see, the thing is...
 * Panne: ...... Gaius, I understand. And my answer is yes. I will wear your ring.
 * Gaius: You will? Truly?! Oh, Panne, this is the sweetest day of my life!
 * Panne: Coming from you, Gaius, that is high praise indeed.

C Support

 * Cordelia: Ah, Gaius. Weren't you wearing those exact same clothes yesterday?
 * Gaius: That a problem?
 * Cordelia: And unless I'm very much mistaken, you also wore them the day before that.
 * Gaius: Yeah, well, this is my favorite outfit. Why are you so interested in my attire? You fancy me or something?
 * Cordelia: I'm simply trying to offer a piece of friendly advice here. Perhaps you don't realize that you look and smell like the floor of a tavern. That shirt is covered in honey, and the less said about your pantaloons, the better.
 * Gaius: Oh. Actually, uh, I hadn't noticed.
 * Cordelia: Not to mention your hair needs a trim and you have crumbs stuck to your face... And is that a turkey leg I see sticking out of your pocket?! Heavens, Gaius! Don't you care about your appearance at all?
 * Gaius: Well, as long as it's not slowing me down on the battlefield, right? I'm not some fancywaist who needs to strut around like a peacock.
 * Cordelia: Well, perhaps you should consider it regardless.
 * Gaius: All right, all right. Message received. I'll put on some new clothes, mother.
 * Cordelia: Don't forget to comb your hair. And wash those old clothes in vinegar, or you'll never get the smell out.
 * Gaius: ...I'm going now.
 * Cordelia: Once washed, if you want to reduce the wrinkles, take a willow reed and... Hey! Don't walk away when I'm talking about laundry!

B Support

 * Cordelia: Gaius! Isn't that the same outfit you were wearing yesterday?
 * Gaius: Yeah, but it was CLEAN yesterday. One extra day won't kill me, right?
 * Cordelia: And have you combed your hair?
 * Gaius: Er, no. But I DID dunk my head in a watering trough a couple of nights ago. Why do you care so much, anyway?
 * Cordelia: Because.
 * Gaius: Er, because why?
 * Cordelia: By the way, don't think you can run off again in the middle of our conversation. I have my pegasus saddled and waiting, and we WILL hunt you down.
 * Gaius: Crivens. Are all your chats this happy and carefree, or am I a special case?
 * Cordelia: No, just you. Now come here and let me trim that hair.
 * Gaius: I suppose I'm not getting out of this, am I? All right, do your worst. But you still haven't explained why you're so obsessed with my grooming.
 * Cordelia: Because you are one of Chrom's staunchiest and most valuable allies. *Snip* Turn your head a little, please... Thaaaank you.
 * Gaius: Staunch ally, eh? I like the sound of that. All right, message received. I'll dress like a dandy so as not to make Chrom look bad. Oh, and I like the sides short, if you'd be so kind.
 * Cordelia: *Snip* Already on it. Oh, and before I forget, use this soap when you launder your clothes. You have stains dating back to the dark ages, but this should get them out.
 * Gaius: I'll wash them so bright, it'll hurt your eyes to even look at me...
 * Cordelia: We'll see.
 * Gaius: Hey, now. How about showing a bit of trust for your staunch ally?
 * Cordelia: Trust is earned, my dear Gaius. Especially when it comes to laundry.

A Support

 * Cordelia: Oh, Gaius... What a sight you are!
 * Gaius: Huh? Now what?! I combed my hair as soon as I got up, and these clothes are fresh out of the stream!
 * Cordelia: You look very presentable.
 * Gaius: So if my hair's fixed, and my clothes are clean, what's the problem? I'm doing my best here, Cordelia.
 * Cordelia: Oh, no, you misunderstand me. What I mean is, you look so smart and serious. You look like a grown man.
 * Gaius: Oh. Uh...yeah. Guess I'll take that as a compliment. Although, I actually do appreciate the help, even if I didn't at first.
 * Cordelia: Really? You're actually grateful?
 * Gaius: Yeah, and to prove it, I bought you this ribbon down at the market. You know. For those days you don't have time to properly hair wash.
 * Cordelia: Oh, er, thank you. I suppose I have been neglecting my own appearance somewhat.
 * Gaius: It's because you're too busy worrying about how everyone else is doing! But don't worry. Now that I'm the cock of the walk, I can help out once in a while.
 * Cordelia: Er, yes. I suppose—
 * Gaius: It'd be a shame for a beautiful woman like yourself to look less than her best.
 * Cordelia: I can see all that cleaning didn't scrub the silver from your tongue...

S Support

 * Gaius: Er, Cordelia? Do you have a moment?
 * Cordelia: Yes. What can I do for you?
 * Gaius: ...Hey! You're wearing my ribbon!
 * Cordelia: Hee hee. You noticed?
 * Gaius: Sure. Although you always look beautiful to me, with or without it.
 * Cordelia: You can be very charming when you put your mind to it, Gaius.
 * Gaius: Only to you, Cordelia. Anyway, I was wondering if you have time to give me a trim.
 * Cordelia: Huh? But I just gave you one the other day.
 * Gaius: Sure, but don't you think it's getting a bit shaggy? Look here, over my ears...
 * Cordelia: Well, I suppose there are a few stray strands here and there.
 * Gaius: Hmm...
 * Cordelia: Um, why are you clutching my hand?
 * Gaius: Just checking the size for this...riiight...here.
 * Cordelia: Oh, what a lovely ring! Did you make it yourself?
 * Gaius: Yeah, but I wasn't sure about your size. Glad to see it fits. See, because now that I'm all cleaned up, I thought you might want to...be with me?
 * Cordelia: Is this a proposal, Gaius?
 * Gaius: Look, I'm no Chrom, and I won't pretend to try and convince you otherwise. But I couldn't live with myself if I didn't at least try to win you over. So what do you say, Cordelia? Will you marry me?
 * Cordelia: How very sly of you to slip the ring on before I had a chance to argue. But it IS very beautiful... I would hate to take it off again.
 * Gaius: I'll take a yes out of laziness. I'm not picky.
 * Cordelia: Then yes, Gaius. I would be thrilled to be your wife.
 * Gaius: Sweet! This'll save me a load in barber's fees... Ha ha. Kidding! ...Just kidding, dear. You won't regret this, Cordelia.

C Support

 * Gaius: Hmm? What's this fancy little doll doing here?
 * Libra: Excuse me, sir. I believe that is mine. I must have dropped it earlier.
 * Gaius: Righto, then. Here you go! So what is that little doodad, anyway? A graven image of one of your gods?
 * Libra: Oh, no. It's just a toy doll, really. The children at the orphanage have been asking me for toys. They wanted something they could find at night—to help them sleep, you see.
 * Gaius: You sewed a doll for a pack of whelps you barely know? I think there's a special place for you in heaven, Padre!
 * Libra: Oh, it's not so bad. It only takes me a few hours to construct each one. And to be frank, such honest labor scarcely feels like work at all.
 * Gaius: Some days, just getting out of bed is labor enough for me... Say, though. You even considered giving the little moppets sweets as well?
 * Libra: Sweets?
 * Gaius: You know, sugary stuff. Pastries and whatnot? Kids love 'em.
 * Libra: Oh, I see. No, I had no such plans. The thought never occurred to me. But perhaps it is something to keep in mind for the next visit. Thank you, Gaius. I'm glad this chat wasn't a complete waste of time.
 * Gaius: Er... Me, too? Although... Hmm...
 * Libra: Yes? Something on your mind?
 * Gaius: Well, I'm just thinking... I mean, let's say you make enough sweets for an entire orphanage. That's going to be a LOT of sweets, right? Massive piles of 'em. So maybe you might put aside a couple for, say, the man who gave you the idea? I mean, it's only fair, right?
 * Libra: ...You're asking me to steal sweets from orphans?

B Support

 * Libra: O gods, hear my plea and partake—
 * Gaius: Hey there, Padre. Having a little chat with the management, are we?
 * Libra: I was praying, if that's what you mean. Perhaps you would care to join me? A good soul cleansing can do wonders for one's mood.
 * Gaius: I've never been much for talking to the blokes upstairs, you know? Still, what can it hurt just this once? So, uh, how's this work? I can ask for anything I want, or what?
 * Libra: Well, it is true that many people pray to receive things for themselves. But originally, prayers were not used to beseech the gods for favors. Rather, they were used to give thanks for blessings already received.
 * Gaius: Blessings, eh? So I could say thanks for candied figs and honey cakes? Oh, and fruit pies, too?
 * Libra: Er, yes. I suppose so. If they are something you feel profoundly grateful for.
 * Gaius: Profoundly doesn't begin to cover it. ...So, er, do I kneel or what? Is there a bench involved somehow?
 * Libra: It is customary to bend the knee in supplication, yes. Now then...
 * Gaius: ......
 * Libra: ......
 * Gaius: O ye gods, thanks a billion for all thine abundantly sweet and tasty goodness...
 * Libra: Dear gods, thank you for watching over us, and protecting our friends and comrades.
 * Gaius: What? Thou art jealous, O mighty gods? Jealous and angry, you say? Then send thou's terrible fruit pies to me, that I might use them to smite thine foes!
 * Libra: ...?
 * Gaius: I also love jellied pears, O vengeful ones! And those biscuits with goo in the middle!
 * Libra: Gaius, your demands for sweets hover ever closer to blasphemy...
 * Gaius: O furious and insane gods! Send me ten—nay, TWENTY of your finest cakes!
 * Libra: He's not listening to a word I say. Gaius? GAIUS!
 * Gaius: ...Huh? Hey there, Padre. What's with the shouting?
 * Libra: I was shouting because you were completely ignoring me! That wasn't a prayer—it was a market list! The gods are not scullery maids who deliver treacle tarts on demand!
 * Gaius: Oh. Right, yeah...sure. Sorry. Got carried away. I'll start over, then. *Ahem* O most horrifying and fattened gods, thou art most tricksy in thine ways...
 * Libra: D-dear gods, please send not lightning to strike down this heretic... He knows not what he does!
 * Gaius: I will deliver unto the my first-born son, if only you make donuts rain down upon—
 * Libra: GAAAIUS!
 * Gaius: ...Whoops. Sorry.

A Support

 * Libra: O gods, I thank you for this most blessed of days.
 * Gaius: ......
 * Libra: You're desperately trying not to think of sweets, aren't you?
 * Gaius: ...Maybe.
 * Libra: Your trembling lip, your sweaty brow, your uncontrollable drooling... These are all the signs of a man fighting great temptation.
 * Gaius: Not so, Padre. Ha ha! Who's religious now? I was just praying that I'd be unharmed in the next battle.
 * Libra: Oh? That's actually quite sensible. Perhaps I was being unfair. I thought for sure you were dreaming about swimming in syrup or some nonsense. But why now, if I may? You usually have such a cavalier attitude toward battle.
 * Gaius: Well, in that last battle we fought, I had me a pretty close shave. If I'd been a split-second slower, my head would have been bouncing across the field. It made me think. You never know when your number's going to be up, you know? Anyway, I figured maybe I should take these prayers a bit more seriously.
 * Libra: Coming face-to-face with one's own mortality can have that effect.
 * Gaius: But why should the gods pay an old sinner like me any mind? It's not like I've ever done anything to earn their appreciation.
 * Libra: In the eyes of the gods, we are all innocent, if only we open our hearts to them.
 * Gaius: Yeah, that's easy for you to say, Padre. I bet you've never once strayed from the straight and narrow.
 * Libra: Oh, if it were only so... I am as much a sinner as anyone.
 * Gaius: You? Lord Squeaky Clean? I find that hard to believe.
 * Libra: Think about how many people have died because of me.
 * Gaius: Huh?
 * Libra: Every time I survive a battle, it means others have died in my place. And when I pray for safety in a fight, it is the same as praying for my foe's death.
 * Gaius: Wow. Never thought of that. ...Wait, so I've been praying for other people to die, too?! Crivens! I'm a terrible person!
 * Libra: Not terrible. Just human. Every soldier who prays for deliverance has done the same.
 * Gaius: This religion stuff is complicated.
 * Libra: Yet, we should still pray. We shall pray for ourselves, and each other, and for our allies and comrades. Even though in doing so, we are praying for the death of strangers.
 * Gaius: ...... O gods...

C Support

 * Tharja: You.
 * Gaius: Me?
 * Tharja: Yes, you. You're a thief, right? Skilled at pilfering and all that? I've got a little job for you.
 * Gaius: I'm listening...
 * Tharja: I want you to bring me a strand of Avatar&apos;s hair.
 * Gaius: That's...unbelievably creepy. What do you need hair for?
 * Tharja: Hee hee...
 * Gaius: Um, yeah. I don't usually take sinister chuckles as an answer. Sorry, kid. Go find someone else to help with your weird hobbies.
 * Tharja: This is not a negotiable request.
 * Gaius: Oh? And what are you going to do about it, Sunshine? Curse me?
 * Tharja: Yes.
 * Gaius: Heh. Ain't a hexer alive that's managed to put a curse on Gaius the Nimble! Go on, Sunshine. Do your worst.
 * Tharja: You are making a terrible mistake...
 * Gaius: Ooh! So scaaary! Do you see me shaking here?

B Support

 * Gaius: Hey there, Sunshine.
 * Tharja: ......
 * Gaius: Look, I know I'm unbelievably sexy, but you don't have to stare so hard.
 * Tharja: Don't you feel...different?
 * Gaius: What do you mean?
 * Tharja: I cursed you. Some time ago, in fact.
 * Gaius: Nope! I'm right as rain.
 * Tharja: Impossible. My frog eyes were fresh... My newt tail was still twitching... Ah, wait. Maybe that's it.
 * Gaius: You figure something out there?
 * Tharja: I must have added the wrong herbs to my cauldron. Instead of cursing you, I've just enhanced your stamina and lifted your mood... Damn and blast!
 * Gaius: Yep. That's a real bummer right there. But now that you mention it, I have been feeling pretty frisky today. It's like all my cares have melted away! So the good news is, your little spell actually works.
 * Tharja: That's very encouraging. Now, let's see... If I simply recast the spell like so... And replace the lambswort with a pinch of wyvern saliva...
 * Gaius: *Yawn* Are you still trying to curse me?
 * Tharja: Hee hee... Thanks to you, I'm one step closer to perfecting the ultimate curse.
 * Gaius: Right. Well, Sunshine, you just let me know when you get that— Huh. She's gone. That's a bit disconcerting... Ah, well. Anyway, let's see if Lissa has any more of those little cakes!

A Support

 * Tharja: ......
 * Gaius: Hey there, Sunshine. Curse anyone lately?
 * Tharja: Look at me carefully. Do you feel...different?
 * Gaius: You mean aside from the pale woman staring into my eyes like a lunatic? Nope all aces here.
 * Tharja: Blast and damnation!
 * Gaius: Maybe you should consider a new line of work there, Sunshine. What was this curse supposed to do anyway? Turn me into a toad?
 * Tharja: It was meant to help you see my good side.
 * Gaius: Wait, what? Are you trying to make me fall for you?
 * Tharja: It's just an experiment, fool! I have to test it somehow.
 * Gaius: Guinea pig, eh? I gotta say, I'm a little surprised.
 * Tharja: About what?
 * Gaius: I didn't realize you fancied me! I mean I know I'm a charming devil and all, but—
 * Tharja: I'd rather fall in love with a kraken. And besides, love brewed in a cauldron isn't real. If I ever decided to look for love, I would insist on an unsullied version. ...Although, I'm not above using a potion or two to get the boulder rolling.
 * Gaius: Oh, fair maiden... I never imagined you were such a romantic!
 * Tharja: Don't be sarcastic.
 * Gaius: No, I'm serious. Knowing that actually makes you much more attractive. I've always had a soft spot for bad girls, and they don't come much badder then you.
 * Tharja: ...Perhaps my spell is working after all.
 * Gaius: Ah! I've been a fool! A blind, stupid fool! Your radiant hair! Your stunning eyes!
 * Tharja: All right, then. Experiment complete. Now you stay there while I go mix up an antidote.
 * Gaius: No, don't do it! I don't want to be cured!

S Support

 * Gaius: Um, Tharja? Why are you following me around?
 * Tharja: I want to make sure the antidote continues to work.
 * Gaius: Oh, right. That. Um, ha ha ha! Of course it worked! Of...course. ...Er, it DID work, right?
 * Tharja: You are completely free of any spell, curse or hex.
 * Gaius: Huh. 'Cause you see, there's one liiittle problem with that... I still find you incredibly attractive, and I think I'm in love with you.
 * Tharja: Wow... Okay, that IS a problem.
 * Gaius: There's only one cure for this condition. You must accept...this.
 * Tharja: ...A ring?
 * Gaius: I had to be sure it wasn't your magic that made me fall for you.
 * Tharja: ......
 * Gaius: Okay, look. You want the truth? I've been interested in you for awhile. Long before you ever tried casting a spell, anyway. I just didn't know a way to chat you up that didn't end with you hurling fireballs at me.
 * Tharja: ...In that case, I accept.
 * Gaius: What? You do?
 * Tharja: You are a sarcastic and coarse man, but there is something...interesting about you. Plus, you let me test spells on you. That has to count for something.
 * Gaius: Glad to be of service. But, um, you're not STILL going to use me as your guinea pig, are you?
 * Tharja: Not unless you disappoint me. ...You WON'T disappoint me,, right?
 * Gaius: Not after that, I won't!

C Support

 * Gaius: Hey, baby.
 * Olivia: Ah! Gaius, isn't it? What can I do for you?
 * Gaius: I was wondering if you might give this a little taste test for me.
 * Olivia: Is that a frosted fruit pie? Sure, give it here!
 * Gaius: Well?
 * Olivia: *cough* G-gracious! It's so sweet... *hack* *cough* Also, the crust is oddly...soggy. No crunch or texture at all. *cough*
 * Gaius: Oh...yeah, huh? Shoot.
 * Olivia: If I were you, I'd march over to the baker and demand a refund!
 * Gaius: ...I made this.
 * Olivia: Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry! I didn't realize—
 * Gaius: No sweat. Wouldn't be the first time I went overboard with the sugar.
 * Olivia: Oh, Gaius, I'm SO sorry...
 * Gaius: Like I said, don't worry about—
 * Olivia: Sorry, sorry, SORRY! ARGH! Can you forgive me? Please?!
 * Gaius: Holy crap, lady! What's gotten into you?
 * Olivia: *Sniff* I didn't know it was YOUR pie! I said such rude and horrid things! I just... When I think about the look on your face, I... Oh, dear...
 * Gaius: Hey, enough already. Seriously, you have GOT to get control of yourself here. So my pie was awful. So what? At least now I know, right?
 * Olivia: ...Oh. R-right.
 * Gaius: Look, would you be willing to try one if my pies again? It'd be nice to get a comparison taste test.
 * Olivia: W-well, if you think it will help.

B Support

 * Gaius: Hey, babe. You got a second?
 * Olivia: Of course. What do you need?
 * Gaius: I whipped up another pie. Went easy on the ol' sugar pile this time, too. Anyway, you mind letting me know if it cuts the mustard?
 * Olivia: Um... Well, sure. Why not? Hand it over!
 * Gaius: Well? How is it?
 * Olivia: ...You know what? It's not bad.
 * Gaius: You're not just saying that to make me feel better, are you?
 * Olivia: Absolutely not! Besides, you'd know. I'm truly a terrible liar.
 * Gaius: Well, all right then! Glad you like it.
 * Olivia: Say, Gaius? Why do you ask ME to taste your pies? There are tons of people in came who'd be happy for a free bite.
 * Gaius: It's 'cause you're a dancer. See, the way I see it, you've got a sensitive soul. The Shepherds are a stout bunch and great if you need to thrown down. But most of these clods couldn't tell a turnip from a sirloin. I think I saw Chrom eating an unpeeled orange the other day. No kidding!
 * Olivia: Hee hee! That sounds about right!
 * Gaius: See? You know what I'm talking about.
 * Olivia: You're trouble, mister. Saying such mean things about our fellow Shepherds...
 * Gaius: Even if they're true?
 * Olivia: Especially if they're true! Hee hee hee! Oh, but who am I to laugh? I'm useless at everything.
 * Gaius: That's so wrong, I don't even know how to respond. So you know what? I'm gonna just pretend you never said it. Anyway, I'm still working on my recipe, so I'll be needing your services again.
 * Olivia: O-of course! Anytime...

A Support

 * Olivia: Hello, Gaius! Do you have another pie for me?
 * Gaius: You bet I do, baby! Now strap yourself in, and get ready to ride the flavor stallion!
 * Olivia: Oh my goodness! I don't know if— Er, well, all right. Gimme that.
 * Gaius: ...Well?
 * Olivia: *Horf, snarf, chomp, munch* Oh gods... So good... Soooooo gooooood...
 * Gaius: We have a winner! Ding ding ding!
 * Olivia: I wish there was more! But say, Gaius. Doesn't it get exhausting? Making pies all the time, I mean. Just gathering all the ingredients alone must be a full-time occupation.
 * Gaius: You got that right. Even basic stuff is rare in times like these.
 * Olivia: Then why do you do it?
 * Gaius: I dunno. I guess I just like pie. Although there's a challenge to it that I find kind of fun, too. And it's always nice to see fellow fighters' eyes light up when I bring 'em a snack.
 * Olivia: Hmm...
 * Gaius: You're humming. What's going on?
 * Olivia: Gaius, I don't think you're being completely honest.
 * Gaius: Huh? Honest Gaius is what they used to call me back in school! ...Well, that and Booger Brain. But mostly it was Honest Gaius.
 * Olivia: Hmm... I suppose we'll see, won't we? But if you make another pie, you have to promise to bring it to me! All right?
 * Gaius: What the lady wants, the lady gets!

S Support

 * Gaius: So, Olivia. How's the pie today?
 * Olivia: *Munch, munch* Can't talk. Eating.
 * Gaius: The tension is killing me!
 * Olivia: ...It's DELICIOUS!
 * Gaius: Truly?
 * Olivia: Gaius, that pie was pastry perfection. Don't change a thing.
 * Gaius: Well then, maybe you should have another slice.
 * Olivia: Don't mind if I do! *munch, munch* ...OW! What the heck? I just bit something really hard! Wait a minute. Gaius, there's a RING in this pie!
 * Gaius: I know.
 * Olivia: Oh, that is so unsanitary!
 * Gaius: It is? Oh. Um, yeah. Guess I didn't quite think about it like that. See, because I was hoping to use it to propose to you.
 * Olivia: Wait, what?
 * Gaius: You liked my pies so much I just kept baking more. And before I knew it, I was thinking about you the entire time. So, what do you say? Will you be my wife?
 * Olivia: I must confess, Gaius, I've enjoyed our little meetings a great deal.
 * Gaius: ...That means you're into me or not?
 * Olivia: Yes, Gaius. I'd be honored to be your wife.
 * Gaius: Sweet. I hope you're ready for a lifetime of delicious fruit pies!
 * Olivia: Oh, you know I am!

C Support

 * Cherche: Hello, Gaius. Where are you sneaking off to?
 * Gaius: Just taking a quick stroll around the perimeter. I want to make sure there aren't any enemies sneaking up on us.
 * Cherche: Such diligence should help us all sleep easier at night.
 * Gaius: Heh, first time a lady's ever said THAT to me. ...Still, thanks.
 * Cherche: Of course. You're a seasoned rogue and a man of the world. I envy your experience. I honestly believe you are one of the most important cogs in the Shepherd machine!
 * Gaius: Never been called a cog before, either. But thanks again.
 * Cherche: Which is why I want to put that worldly experience and wisdom to better use.
 * Gaius: ...Yep. Right on schedule.
 * Cherche: What do you mean?
 * Gaius: You don't butter up a guy like that unless you want something.
 * Cherche: My but you ARE a sharp one. ...And I meant that sincerely. Well, I might as well get on with it. I've been hearing rumors about you.
 * Gaius: Oh? Do tell.
 * Cherche: I hear you're planning to sneak away from camp and abandon the Shepherds.
 * Gaius: I see. So you came all the way out here to see if I'd do a runner.
 * Cherche: I had to know if the rumors were true.
 * Gaius: Look, the next time you have a question about my motivations, just ask. I like a compliment as much as the next guy, but we could've saved a lot of time here.
 * Cherche: You're not angry?
 * Gaius: All part of being a thief. If I got burned every time someone spied on me, I wouldn't last a week.
 * Cherche: I see. Well, in the future, I shall be certain not to let you discover me.
 * Gaius: Wouldn't it be easier to just stop spying on me?
 * Cherche: Hee hee. I'm not too sure about that...

B Support

 * Gaius: Where'd you get that, Cherche?
 * Cherche: This spear? I purchased it from a traveling smith the other day.
 * Gaius: You mean One-Eyed Mort? Ha! I'd steer clear of that trickster. I've seen theater troupes that wouldn't use the gear he sells.
 * Cherche: Now that you mention it, it is rather crudely constructed. I suspect I'll need a replacement in the not-too-distant future.
 * Gaius: Tell you what. Why don't I lend you mine for a spell, and I'll try to fix that one up.
 * Cherche: You can use a forge?
 * Gaius: I've been around the block a time or two.
 * Cherche: Thank you. You really are a most useful man to have around.
 * Gaius: Hey, you're the one who has to hold the front line in battle. If your weapon falls apart, who'll save me from being poked full of holes?
 * Cherche: So your helping me is just enlightened self-interest?
 * Gaius: Nothing more, nothing less.
 * Cherche: You'd like me to think that, wouldn't you? And yet, I wager that beneath your gruff exterior hides a heart of gold!
 * Gaius: Look, just give me the spear.
 * Cherche: I look forward to seeing your handiwork.
 * Gaius: And I look forward to showing it to you.

A Support

 * Cherche: Gaius, would you mind taking a look at my armor?
 * Gaius: ...Whoa. Did you take on a whole company in this stuff or what? A fix like this is out of my league, sorry to say. Better take it to a professional and see what he says.
 * Cherche: Oh. Well, thank you anyway.
 * Gaius: You impress me, Cherche. I mean it. Very few people have the courage to throw themselves into battle like you.
 * Cherche: I'd not call it courage so much as simple self-preservation. Truth be told, I hate all this fighting.
 * Gaius: Yet you're always in the thick of it.
 * Cherche: This war has scattered my family and friends, Driven them from their homes. Unless we see this through, none of us will ever go home again.
 * Gaius: Is that what you're fighting for? To be reunited with friends and family?
 * Cherche: If we lose, I might never see them again, and I can't bear that prospect. So long as I still have strength to bear a weapon, I shall stand and fight.
 * Gaius: People all have their reasons, don't they?
 * Cherche: And what of you, Gaius? You seem a pragmatic man above all else. Am I safe in assuming you fight for survival in place of a greater cause?
 * Gaius: More or less.
 * Cherche: It's more than reason enough, Gaius. Never let anyone tell you otherwise. Now, if you will excuse me, I have to find that armorer.
 * (Cherche leaves)
 * Gaius: ...You know, I USED to think it was reason enough. Cherche has family waiting for her. She has a home to go back to. And if she dies, a whole lot of folks are going to feel it... Well, cripes. I guess I know what I gotta do...

S Support

 * Gaius: That last scrap was touch and go for a while, huh?
 * Cherche: For you, perhaps. You were so intent on protecting me, you almost got killed. I thought you were fighting to survive. What inspired this new found recklessness?
 * Gaius: Oh, don't worry. I'm not going to start indulging in pointless heroics. But I've got a new mission now, see? I just... I want to make sure you make it home.
 * Cherche: It's wonderful to have such a stalwart champion, but I'm loath to see you hurt. So if you can stop hurling yourself in front of blows meant for me, I'd appreciate it.
 * Gaius: I'll try to be a shade more careful. How's that?
 * Cherche: I don't understand, Gaius. Why the sudden interest in my welfare? I'd always assumed you thieves didn't go much for altruism.
 * Gaius: It's not altruism if you care about the person.
 * Cherche: What do you mean?
 * Gaius: It means... Well, it's like... Look, I don't know. I'm not much good at giving fancy speeches. Maybe this'll explain things better.
 * Cherche: ...A ring? Gaius, did you craft this?
 * Gaius: Yeah, I did. See, I just... I thought I could protect you better if we were married. I know us thieves have a poor record when it comes to honesty, right? But this is from the heart, Cherche. I'm all in for you, if you'll have me.
 * Cherche: I... I believe you, Gaius. You've repaired my weapons, acted as my shield, and fought bravely by my side. How could I say no?
 * Gaius: Now that's what a sly dog like me likes to hear!
 * Cherche: I must say, It's pleasant to have such a frank conversation with you.
 * Gaius: Well, we could have done this earlier if you weren't so intent on spying on me.
 * Cherche: Yes. I believe I owe you an apology for that.
 * Gaius: Already forgiven.

C Support

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

B Support

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

A Support

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

C Support

 * 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!