Lucina/Supports

C Support

 * Avatar: Phew! I think that's enough for one day.
 * Lucina: Good evening, Avatar. I wonder if I might have a word?
 * Avatar: Hello, Lucina. What can I do for you?
 * Lucina: There's something important I want to talk to you about. ...And only to you.
 * Avatar: That sounds a bit ominous...
 * Lucina: Specifically, it's about the future events of my own terrible time. I've told my tale before, but I want you, more than anyone, to understand its import.
 * Avatar: I see. Please, continue.
 * Lucina: In the future, almost no corner of our world is safe for humans. Risen prowl the land as masters of all. The people cower in terror, helpless.
 * Avatar: It sounds like a nightmare come true. I can scarce imagine it...
 * Lucina: It is a hell on earth. That is why, we cannot—we MUST not—lose this war. Do you see that? You must ensure that Chrom and this brave army avert catastrophe.
 * Avatar: I will do everything in my power, Lucina. I swear it. I will never stop fighting for you, and Chrom, and all the people of the world.
 * Lucina: ...That is what I wanted to hear. Thank you, Avatar.
 * Avatar: ......

B Support

 * Lucina: ......
 * Avatar: Lucina? What are you doing out here all alone?
 * Lucina: Ah, Avatar. I was just thinking about the future again. My future, I mean. I wonder how everyone is managing now. Do they still live, or...?
 * Avatar: I can scarce imagine what horrors you experienced in such a hard, cruel world. A future that was lost... That we could not save... Tell me, are there others like you there? People who fight against the Risen?
 * Lucina: Of course. Remnants of armies from the old dynasts survived here and there. We gathered in the last safe corner of the land and united to fight against the tide. But we knew that one day even that final refuge would be overrun...
 * Avatar: Then the future of humanity depends on what we do in the here and now.
 * Lucina: Yes, and my father is the key. Without him, that future WILL come to pass. Our struggle there can only postpone the inevitable, not alter it. When I fight for my father, no matter how terrible the foe, or how powerful... I know that I have no choice. I simply cannot lose.
 * Avatar: You are burdened by the knowledge that you must conquer fate itself. I'm sure it is a terrible weight to bear, but you must remember something...
 * Lucina: What is that?
 * Avatar: You don't have to do it alone. You have friends ready to aid you against whatever you face. And your father has an entire army ready to fight and die for him. ...And you also have me, for whatever that may be worth.
 * Lucina: It is worth a great deal, Avatar.
 * Avatar: Perhaps I can never truly understand where you come from and the world you lived in. But I do know that we can help you.
 * Lucina: Th-thank you, Avatar. Your words give me strength.

A Support

 * Avatar: Hello, Lucina.
 * Lucina: Hello, Avatar. Were you looking for me?
 * Avatar: Yes, actually. I wanted to ask you something about the future.
 * Lucina: What do you want to know?
 * Avatar: In your future, Chrom is dead, correct?
 * Lucina: ...Yes. He was betrayed by his closest friend, or so the story goes. That is why I placed myself here in his army—because I trust no one close to him.
 * Avatar: You've made it your mission to save him—and indeed, nothing is more important. But it must be a hard thing to suspect and distrust every ally.
 * Lucina: ......
 * Avatar: Lucina, you're very important to me, and I can't stand to see you neglect yourself.
 * Lucina: Avatar... I...
 * Avatar: You have to look after yourself, as well as your father. I mean, what would happen to him if you were to collapse under the strain?
 * Lucina: I... can handle it.
 * Avatar: Perhaps. Just... Will you promise me to take better care of yourself?
 * Lucina: For you... yes.
 * Avatar: Ah... a relief to hear.
 * Lucina: And a relief for me that you care, Avatar. Thank you.

S Support

 * Avatar: Hello, Lucina.
 * Lucina: Avatar? Fancy meeting you here.
 * Avatar: Actually, I followed you. I, er... wanted to give you these.
 * Lucina: Oh, Avatar! Did you pick flowers for me? They're absolutely beautiful, and they smell heavenly!
 * Avatar: ...I'm glad you like them.
 * Lucina: We have no flowers in my world. The whole land is barren. ...But enough of that. Tell me, Avatar, what are celebrating?
 * Avatar: Nothing, really. I just thought you could use some cheer.
 * Lucina: You really shouldn't worry about me so...
 * Avatar: It's no trouble... I... You're a dear friend, and I want to do anything I can to help.
 * Lucina: ......
 * Avatar: ...... ...Actually, I'm not being entirely honest. You ARE dear to me, of course, and the daughter of a true friend. But...
 * Lucina: But...?
 * Avatar: But you are more than that. Much more! I didn't pick that bouquet to cheer you up. I did it because... Because I'm in love with you.
 * Lucina: What?
 * Avatar: Lucina, I've fallen helplessly in love with you! I tried not to, but I couldn't help it!
 * Lucina: Oh, Avatar...
 * Avatar: We've been through so much, and I know many trials still await us... But no matter what happened or is yet to come, my feelings cannot change! I love you, Lucina. With all my heart.
 * Lucina: I... I'm so glad you told me all this. ...Because you are in my heart as well.
 * Avatar: Truly? Oh, those must be the sweetest words I've ever heard! Lucina, I promise you, no matter what: I will be here for you and Chrom. Whatever road you choose to follow, I shall follow it at your side.
 * Lucina: And we won't rest until we reach the end! Together!
 * Lucina: I love you. And no matter what the future holds, I'm going to cherish every moment.

C Support

 * Lucina: Mother, guess what? I found a wonderful dress in the town market.
 * Avatar: Oh?
 * Lucina: It was gorgeous! I thought it'd be just perfect for you, so I bought it. I was thinking you could try a different style for once.
 * Avatar: Why, Lucina! What a lovely surprise! Now let me get a look at this gorgeous... Er...dress? Oh dear. I've never seen so many...unusual colors and shapes in one piece of clothing.
 * Lucina: I know! It's very modern. See all the giant pink polka dots? If you look carefully, you'll see that each one is a portrait of Emmeryn herself! I wager when Father sees you in this, he'll just scream with delight!
 * Avatar: (I bet he'll scream, all right...)
 * Lucina: Pardon, Mother? I didn't catch that.
 * Avatar: I'm sorry, Lucina. It's just that... Well, this isn't exactly my...style. I'm very grateful for the thought, but...I don't think I can wear it.
 * Lucina: Oh? I was sure you would like it... Well, perhaps next time I go to market, you could come and pick something yourself. I know it seems frivolous in times like these. But in the blighted future I come from, I often fantasized of such simple pleasures.
 * Avatar: Why, Lucina. What a considerate daughter you've grown up to be. I'd be delighted to go with you. ...Delighted and honored.
 * Lucina: Wonderful! And when we go, I'll wear the new dress!
 * Avatar: (Oh, gods, no...)
 * Lucina: Pardon, Mother?

B Support

 * Lucina: Everyone in this town is so stylish. I wager we'll find the perfect dress here.
 * Avatar: Er, yes. Just so long as it's not TOO stylish. Frankly, dear, you have much more...flamboyant taste in clothes than I do.
 * Lucina: I favor the tasteful and understated. For example, what about this one?
 * Avatar: G-gracious! I don't think I've ever seen such a...shimmery magenta.
 * Lucina: Hmm. I suppose it IS a little bright. Well, what about this one?
 * Avatar: Oh, my... That's very lacy. ...In fact, it's nothing BUT lace. Lucina, I can see right through it!
 * Lucina: Oh, all right. Well...how about this one, then?
 * Avatar: Well, it's a nice color, I grant you. But I'm not sure about the whole octopus motif...
 * Lucina: Oh. I thought you liked octopi. ...This is not going well, is it? Why don't I come back another day and pick out something nice for you?
 * Avatar: Er, well, I'm not sure if that's a good idea, but...all right. Let's try it.
 * Lucina: Wonderful! Then I shall not rest until I find you the PERFECT dress. Something that you will truly, truly adore!
 * Avatar: Oh, yes, I'm sure you... Hmm? Oh, look at this...
 * Lucina: Which one? ...The baby garment?
 * Avatar: Oh, isn't it just adorable? Look at the tiny little bow, too! ...Well, enough shopping for one day. We should really be getting back to camp.
 * Lucina: ......
 * (Avatar leaves)
 * Lucina: ...Hmm...

A Support

 * Lucina: Well, Mother, I've done it. I've found your ideal outfit. I know you'll love it!
 * Avatar: Oh, goodness. I didn't think you'd find anything quite so quickly... But...I'm sure it will be just fine. I can hardly wait to try it on! Ha ha...ha.
 * Lucina: And I can't wait to see how it fits! Are you ready? TA-DAAAH!
 * Avatar: ...Huh? It's...tiny. Almost like... Lucina, these are baby clothes.
 * Lucina: Yes! I saw you admiring them in the shop when we visited the market together. I didn't understand why, until I realized you must have been thinking of your daughter. The one you have in this era, I mean. Your REAL daughter.
 * Avatar: ......
 * Lucina: You could send it to her back at the castle. I'm sure she misses you.
 * Avatar: Why, Lucina...
 * Lucina: I've been so happy here, despite having to fight this war. Being able to see my mother again has been like living in a dream. I didn't want to wake up and remember that you have a different life in this world.
 * Avatar: ......
 * Lucina: Whenever I think of your little girl, I can't help but feel...jealous. I know it's ridiculous to envy myself, but I can't help it.
 * Avatar: Oh, Lucina...don't be silly! I've thought of you as my daughter from the moment we were reunited! Believe me when I say I love you just the same as I love that child in the castle.
 * Lucina: ...Honestly?
 * Avatar: Yes! You are a true daughter to me. I want to give you happy memories to make up for those you lost in your future world. And I know your father feels the same way.
 * Lucina: If anyone knows how he feels, I imagine it would be you...
 * Avatar: Of course! Your father and I are alike in so many ways... We're both parents to the world's most wonderful daughter, for one.
 * Lucina: ...Thank you, Mother. For everything.

C Support

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

B Support

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

A Support

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

S Support

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

C Support

 * Inigo: Lucina! Wait! Hold up one second. ...Aw, what, no smile for old Inigo? There's a shocker.
 * Lucina: I beg your pardon?
 * Inigo: It's just you're always so darn grim. Don't get me wrong, a determined woman certainly has her charms! But all day, every day is a bit much, don't you think? It's bringing people down.
 * Lucina: Then the others have complained of my attitude as well?
 * Inigo: Well, no. I mean, not everyone... But some people! Er, well, one. ...Okay, me. Look, I just figured I'd point it out before it became a huge problem.
 * Lucina: I see.
 * Inigo: Fretting is contagious! If you keep it up, you'll have the whole camp infected.
 * Lucina: You think I'm contagious?
 * Inigo: In a way, yeah! ...A little, I guess. You're a leader, you know? We all look up to you.
 * Lucina: You make a fair case.
 * Inigo: Yeah? So smile a little! Even if you have to fake it. It's not hard, you know. You just raise your cheeks like this! Here...
 * Lucina: Gah! Ret go uh mah FAFE!
 * Inigo: See there, Lucina? That's the cheeriest I've ever seen you. I think I feel a new infection coming on!
 * Lucina: You'll freel more dan dat if you don unhand muh!
 * Inigo: Ha ha, mercy, my lady! I'll leave you alone! But get practicing. Next time I drop by, I expect you to be smiling like a pro!
 * Lucina: ...Would he honestly have me grinning about all day like a madwoman? Bah. He always did seem a bit off...

B Support

 * Lucina: Another village wiped out by the Risen. Another step toward a dark future...
 * Inigo: Tsk tsk tsk. Such a grim countenance...
 * Lucina: Oh, it's you.
 * Inigo: Looks like someone forgot her daily smiling practice!
 * Lucina: Now is hardly the time!
 * Inigo: Now is PRECISELY the time! In dark times like this, you just have to keep grinning until you feel happy.
 * Lucina: A village was butchered, Inigo! Men and women, slaughtered! Would you have me charge into battle with a grin on my face? Giggle my way through war meetings?! Laugh as my steel pierces flesh?! There are times when a person has no business smiling!
 * Inigo: Gods, but you ARE grave... All right, then. It looks like drastic measures are in order.
 * Lucina: Wh-what are you... Get your hands away from—
 * Inigo: Tickle tickle tickle!
 * Lucina: S-stop that! Stop... AH HA HA! I-Inig... AH HA HA HA! Stop! Stop! Stop that this instant! Stop before I cut off your hands!
 * Inigo: Well? Feel any happier?
 * Lucina: I feel annoyed! I told you, I'm not in the mood for such folly. Now leave me be.
 * Inigo: Hm, so tickling is off limits, then? Perhaps it's time for a little...
 * Lucina: NO! Do not attempt anything! Do not even speak! JUST! BE! QUIET!
 * Inigo: ......
 * Lucina: ...Thank you.
 * Inigo: ......
 * Lucina: Inigo, what are you... What is that... some kind of strange new dance? ...What is wrong with your face? Are you in pain...?
 * Inigo: Ha ha! I'm fine, Lucina. It's called miming! That was my "man trapped in a box." Entertaining, no? And enitrely silent! Mother taught me that one. She said she uses it quite often.
 * Lucina: That isn't what I meant when I told you to be quiet!
 * Inigo: Well how else am I supposed to help you practice?
 * Lucina: ENOUGH, Inigo! What must I do to convince you to leave me in peace? Unlike you, my head is not filled with rainbows and sunshine. I carry sense enough to realize the dire straits we find ourselves in. I have no desire to smile right now, and even less to fake one! If you're too dense to understand that, I don't know to help you!
 * Inigo: ...All right, Lucina, all right. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... ...I'll see you later.
 * Lucina: ...... Blast. I shouldn't have lost my temper. I know he meant well...

A Support

 * Lucina: Perhaps I should apologize to Inigo... He works on my nerves sometimes... but I know he means well. I suppose he'd tell me to just smile and forget about it.
 * Inigo: ...Hey, Lucina.
 * Lucina: Inigo, I—
 * Inigo: No, don't worry! Just passing through. I won't bother you, I promise.
 * Lucina: Inigo, I actually wanted to apologize for before... I meant what I said, but my delivery was quite harsh... I appreciate your desire for mirth, but I just don't think this is the time. If you can agree to stop asking me to smile, I pledge to never yell at you again.
 * Inigo: Sure. No problem. Sometimes I forget that everyone's head isn't stuffed with rainbows.
 * Lucina: Inigo, I didn't—
 * Inigo: Don't worry about it. Consider it dropped. I'll stop bothering you now.
 * Lucina: Inigo, wait...
 * Inigo: Hmm?
 * Lucina: S-sorry... I just thought... It looked like you were crying.
 * Inigo: What, me? Ha ha! No, I'm not crying. I'm pretty sure I was smiling?
 * Lucina: Yes, I suppose. Still, for a moment it looked like... Well, I looked at your face, and it just made my heart drop...
 * Inigo: Oh, wow. Um... I'm sorry? I certainly didn't mean to make you upset.
 * Lucina: No, don't apologize! It is I who needs to make amends. I was unable to understand your thinking when you expressed it in words. But when I saw your face just now, it all became clear to me. We influence the emotions of those around us... and a smile is a powerful thing.
 * Inigo: That's it exactly, Lucina! And yours counts for double!
 * Lucina: Heh. Thank you, Inigo.
 * Inigo: By the gods! Finally, she smiles! ...Now was that so bad?
 * Lucina: It's... easier than I thought.
 * Inigo: You're a natural!
 * Lucina: Perhaps you will see more of this in the future. I shall dedicate myself to lifting the spirits of all those around me.
 * Inigo: Well, if you ever need help, you only have to ask!

S Support

 * Lucina: May we speak a moment, Inigo?
 * Inigo: So much for the cheerier, new Lucina...
 * Lucina: Even the new me cannot muster a smile today.
 * Inigo: What, did something happen? Is everyone alright?
 * Lucina: No, our friends are all fine, as far as I know. That said, there hasn't been anything I'd call happy news, either.
 * Inigo: Okay, seriously. What's going on? You're acting awfully strange today.
 * Lucina: Its about to get... stranger.
 * Inigo: You're scaring me, Lucina.
 * Lucina: When I became so upset at your insistence that I smile before... Do you remember that?
 * Inigo: Of course. I record everything any girl says to me, insults and all.
 * Lucina: Well, I realize now that wasn't the only reason I was so angry... I was angry because you were making me happy, and I didn't... I didn't think I could afford such feelings at a time like this.
 * Inigo: Oh?
 * Lucina: I've been such a stern person to you, and I don't deserve your kindness... But the truth is, I... ...I think I am in love with you.
 * Inigo: ...What?
 * Lucina: Would you stay with me, Inigo? Would you be the sword at my side?
 * Inigo: I... ...Yes, Lucina. Yes! If you'll have me.
 * Lucina: Truly?! For good and all?!
 * Inigo: Lucina, I've been in love with you since the moment we met! But you're Ylissean royalty... I guess I never thought I was worthy. Besides, I figured Chrom would murder me if I tried anything!
 * Lucina: You were worried about Father?! Ha ha ha! I can just picture him receiving you at the castle, broadsword across his lap! Ah ha!
 * Inigo: There's that smile again!
 * Lucina: I can't help it! Imagine Father chopping you into bloody bits! Heh ha ha ha!
 * Inigo: I'm glad you're laughing and all, but maybe next we'll work on your sense of humor...
 * Lucina: Ha ha... Oh, I'm sorry, Inigo. I'm just so happy about us, and... I guess I'm not used to such things.
 * Inigo: Well, better get used to enjoying yourself, because you're stuck with me now!
 * Lucina: Would that our love infects others just as sure as a smile does...
 * Inigo: Right! We won't stop until every girl in the world is happy!
 * Lucina: Right! ...Wait, just the girls? What do you mean, Inigo?!
 * Inigo: Ha ha! ...Ha? Um...ha? Don't worry, love. You'll always come first in my book!
 * Lucina: There shouldn't be a book at all! I catch you looking at another woman and it will be ME chopping you into bloody bits!
 * Inigo: There's that odd sense of humor again! Heh, good one, Lucina. ...Er, Lucina?

C Support

 * Inigo: This place is a mess. I really should straighten up more... often... Is that a... AAAAAAAAAUGH!
 * Lucina: Gods, I've never seen Inigo run so fast! Are we under attack?! Inigo! What happened back there? ...Are you all right?!
 * Inigo: L-Lucinaaa!
 * Lucina: Breathe, Inigo. Calm down and tell me what happened. You have nothing to fear now that I'm here.
 * Inigo: B-b-bug! A bug!
 * Lucina: ...A bug? ...As in... an insect?
 * Inigo: As in a huge, horrid nightmare, with repulsive, hairy legs... It's TERRIBLE!
 * Lucina: You're telling me all of your screaming and flailing was over an INSECT? *sigh* I thought the Risen had come. You could have sent the camp into a panic.
 * Inigo: AAAAAH! It's back! And it can fly?! S-stay back! Don't come close, fiend!
 * Lucina: Come now, I don't see what all the fuss i—EEEEEEK!
 * Inigo: See? SEE?! It's the stuff of nightmares! Now hurry up and kill it! Kill it with fire magic or what have you!
 * Lucina: Oh, no—I'm not going near that thing! It's HUGE!
 * Inigo: WHAT?! What happened to having nothing to fear now that you're here? How do you plan to save the future if you can't even fell one wretched insect?
 * Lucina: Those two things are not related in the slightest. And how do YOU plan to impress girls if you're scared of a bug?
 * Inigo: I'd sooner die loveless and alone than touch that thing! Look, you're the older one! You do it! Father told you to protect your little brother, didn't he?
 * Lucina: Er, well, I suppose he did... *sigh* All right, I'll... do something about it.
 * Inigo: I knew I could depend on you, Luce! Three cheers for the once and future exalt!
 * Lucina: ...You're a royal, too, you know? It wouldn't kill you to show a bit more spine.
 * Inigo: Hey, now's your chance! It just crawled into a corner behind that shelf!
 * Lucina: It's too dark. I can't see it...
 * Inigo: You'd best light up Falchion. Then once you spot it, strike!
 * Lucina: Falchion isn't some common pitchfork, Inigo! It's a blade of legend!
 * Inigo: All right, all right. At ease, Lucina. I'm sorry I... AHHHHH! It's airborne again! Take cover!
 * Lucina: As formidable a foe as it may be, I won't allow it to set a single hairy leg on you!
 * Inigo: Go, Lucina, go! GET HIM!
 * Chrom: What in the name of...? What are you two doing in here?
 * Lucina: F-Father?
 * Inigo: Father!
 * Chrom: Honestly, you two. All that commotion over a silly insect? What were you thinking?!
 * Inigo: Sorry...
 * Lucina: I'm sorry, Father...
 * Chrom: Just see that it never happens again.
 * Inigo: Of course he would be the one to get it. He's unshakable.
 * Lucina: It's true. Although he was a lot less calm when it came to scolding us...
 * Inigo: Heh, are you still down about that? I actually had a lot of fun. I can't remember the two of us ever getting in trouble like that before. It felt like... I don't know, like we were a normal family for a second there.
 * Lucina: Heh. I confess, it did have its moments...

B Support

 * Lucina: ... Inigo.
 * Inigo: Mmm?
 * Lucina: You know what I'm about to say, don't you?
 * Inigo: ...Be sure to wash Falchion after I'm finished cutting this apple?
 * Lucina: DON'T use Falchion to cut apples in the first place, you dolt!
 * Inigo: Eep! S-sorry! I'm sorry!
 * Lucina: You had best be more than just sorry... That sword is a national treasure of Ylisse and a final memento of my father. Would you use the last earthly remembrance of your dead father to cut FRUIT?! You've shamed the weapon that built your very homeland!
 * Inigo: Well, you've seen for yourself how big the apple is. And with no other knives around... B-besides, I've never really touched the sword before. I... I suppose I got curious.
 * Lucina: ......
 * Inigo: So, a-are you... Yes, you're angry.
 * Lucina: You've never held Falchion before?
 * Inigo: Not really, no. In the future, you always kept it by your side. And since we've been back here, I've maybe moved it from tent to tent once or twice.
 * Lucina: Then we don't know if you have the potential to wield it.
 * Inigo: Wait, it takes a special person to use it?
 * Lucina: I see there is much you do not know. This blade was forged with Naga's power and steeped in the exalt's bloodline. Only a select few are able to wield it, even among the Ylissean royal house.
 * Inigo: Huh. Quite particular, I see... Though I'm not surprised you're one of them, Lucina.
 * Lucina:' You may well be another, Inigo. I'm mortified we've come this far without ever putting it to the test.
 * Inigo: Well, it would be quite an honor to wield such a divine weapon. A powerful warrior with a mystical sword... It's the stuff dreams are made of!
 * Lucina: Mostly I'm ashamed I never stopped to consider it. If you are, in fact, among Falchion's chosen, that is knowledge we need. There may come a time when it proves necessary for you to take it up.
 * Inigo: Like... if you're too busy?
 * Lucina: Like if I'm dead, Inigo. Having someone able to wield it even after I'm gone would be a considerable asset. We must use any means at our disposal to ensure the future is saved. Now let's go put it to the test.
 * Inigo: ......
 * Lucina:' Inigo?
 * Inigo: Forget it. There's no way the sword would choose someone like me.
 * Lucina: You don't know that until you try. You yourself just said you wished you were able to wield it. So let's—
 * Inigo: I said NO! I'm not doing it! Don't make me... Don't make me practice for your death, Lucina!
 * Lucina: ...I understand how you feel, but we must be practical about this. We cannot afford to lose this war. No matter what happens or who dies.
 * Inigo: You think I don't know that?! But it's not... It's just not that simple for me, all right? What, are you planning to leave me, too? First my parents and now you?
 * Lucina: Not by choice, Inigo. Never by choice. ...But there are no guarantees in war.
 * Inigo: And that's supposed to make me feel better?! If it means you dying, I don't want anything to do with Falchion! And if you make me try, I'll... I'll just use it to chop up more apples! Hmph! This is pointless. I'm leaving.
 * Lucina: Inigo... He sure is stuck on this whole apple business...

A Support

 * Inigo: Lucina, is this, uh... Do you have a minute?
 * Lucina: What's wrong, Inigo? Why the serious face?
 * Inigo: I want you to help me see whether or not I can wield Falchion.
 * Lucina: Huh? You were so dead set against it. What changed?
 * Inigo: I did, I suppose. I thought about everything you said... About how we need to win this war by any means necessary. I was running away from that truth and from my duty as a child of the exalted bloodline. But like you said, we need to be practical about this. ...So will you help me?
 * Lucina: Of course. I'll make the necessary preparations immediately. All right. I want you to strike at that log as if it were the enemy. If you lack the potential to wield Falchion, its blade will be dull as a stone. You will scarce knock the bark off your target. However, if you are among the blade's chosen, the log will be cleft in two.
 * Inigo: ......
 * Lucina: Here. Take Falchion.
 * Inigo: All right... Here we go... Hey, wait. What am I going to do if this DOES work? ...No, I'll worry about that later. No more doubts. This is a part of my duty... Here I go! RrrAAAGH! ...... ...Huh? I didn't feel anything.
 * Lucina: ...The log is unscathed. I'm sorry, Inigo. It seems you've not been chosen to wield Falchion.
 * Inigo: ......
 * Lucina: Don't take it too hard. This doesn't change who you are. You're still my brother, a son of Chrom, and a prince of Ylisse. Don't let this—
 * Inigo: ...Pffft. Heh heh ha ha ha!
 * Lucina: Inigo?!
 * Inigo: Ah ha ha ha, I'm s-sorry, it's just... I was so worked up, I... I completely missed! I missed the log! Ah ha ha! How embarrassing!
 * Lucina: ...Heh. Heh heh. *ahem* Do try to be serious, Brother. You're making me laugh... *Sigh* I suppose we both got a little too wrapped up in this whole Falchion matter. It wound up souring the air between us, almost as if we'd been quarrelling. I far preferred that night we got in trouble for the giant bug...
 * Inigo: Oh, me too! ...Though at least this helped me firm up my resolve. Not doing what I can out of fear that the people I love might die is just... cowardice. If something should happen to you, I swear to keep fighting to the bitter end. But I still have no intention of letting that happen. The pain is too much to imagine. So let me protect you. It's the least your brother can do!
 * Lucina: I fear I, too, was running. I was afraid to make you a promise. But no more. I swear to you, here and now, that this war will not claim me. I refuse to leave you all alone, Brother, nor allow any harm to come to you. We will survive this together. We will forge a future of our own making.
 * Inigo: It's a promise!
 * Lucina: So it is sworn on Falchion. ...Oh, blast! I completely forgot that I'm on cooking duty tonight. Sorry, but I must be going.
 * Inigo: Ah, wait! Lucina, you forgot Falchion! ...So much for not leaving me all alone. Guess it's just you and me, sword. How's about one more swing for the road, seeing as I'll likely never touch you again? Hrrngh... YAAAAH! ...... ...Heh. Not a scratch. You'd just better do a damned good job of looking after my sister, understand? If Lucina dies, you're getting demoted to royal fruit knife. Don't think I won't do it! ...All right. I'd better get you back to her.
 * Chrom:' ...Hmm? What's this log? Was someone training? Hmm, split perfectly in two. I've never seen such a clean cut before...

C Support

 * Lucina: Hello, Brady.
 * Brady: ...Nnngh? Oh, uh, hey... *cough*
 * Lucina: Oh, dear. Are you not feeling well?
 * Brady: Whatcha talkin' about? Just look at me!
 * Lucina: Er... Truth be told, you look at least as ill as you sound.
 * Brady: Aw, stop your worryin'! It's just a little cold! *Cough* *hack* *wheeeeeze*
 * Lucina: Brady, if you're ill, you should be resting.
 * Brady: I'm fine! I just need a... Need a... Hommina... Hoomina... Ahhhhgkbh-CHOOOO!
 * Lucina: There, do you see? You can barely speak without producing a bizarre sneeze.
 * Brady: Q-quiet, you! It ain't a... Ahhhhhgkbh-CHOOO! ...Ain't nothin' "bizarre" about it.
 * Lucina: I have the perfect thing for a cold. Allow me to fetch it for you.
 * Brady: Keep it! S-save it for yourself. Look, just leave me to dribble in peace, yeah?
 * Lucina: Well, please be sure to go easy until you're better, yes?
 * Brady: Enough already! Make like an ox cart and... uh... haul off! Don't want you catching the dreaded red, too.
 * Lucina: Well, if you're certain you don't need any help. Take care, Brady.
 * Brady: Gah... Nice going, tough guy! Why ya gotta make everyone all worried...

B Support

 * Lucina: Yah! Haah! Rrraaagh!
 * Brady: Yeesh, does that gal ever get tired? She's been swinging that sword for hours!
 * Lucina: Hyaaaah! ...Ngh?!
 * Brady: Muh? Lucina! What happened? What's wrong?!
 * Lucina: Oh... B-Brady. It's nothing. My hand slipped and I dropped my sword. ...It's fine.
 * Brady: Fine? Ain't nothing fine about it! Now gimme a look at that arm!
 * Lucina: H-hey! Brady, what are you...?!
 * Brady: And your neck, too. ...... ...Yup. Figured as much. You're running yourself ragged. No more practice. You need forty winks, and you need it yesterday!
 * Lucina: What are you talking about? I'm not tired, and I certainly don't have time for a nap.
 * Brady: Maybe you should stop worryin' about us chumps and listen to your body! You go out on the battlefield like this, and you'll get yourself killed!
 * Lucina: Just what do you mean by that? How can you—
 * Brady: Hey! Experienced priest here, remember? I may be hopeless myself, but I can tell a thing or two about other people's health. Now hold still...
 * Lucina: B-Brady, I don't...
 * Brady: ...... Body feel sluggish today? Heavier than normal?
 * Lucina: How could you possibly—
 * Brady: Swollen neck. Your muscles are inflamed...
 * Lucina: How would my neck make me feel heavier?
 * Brady: Neck's the only road what leads between the brain and the body. Every signal's gotta pass through it, and inflammation slows traffic down. Even just a little exertion can wipe ya out like an old rag.
 * Lucina: Is there a solution?
 * Brady: I told ya! Get your keister in bed! And stick a cool, moist cloth under your neck while you sleep. When you get up, give your neck a gentle stretch. Roll your head around. Massage it.
 * Lucina: All right. I'll give that a try... Thank you, Brady.
 * Brady: No rushing, either! And actually sleep, for the love'a clams! ...Gone already. Typical.

A Support

 * Lucina: Brady...
 * Brady: That's my name!
 * Lucina: I'm a little late in this, but thank you for your help before. I did as you said, and I feel completely recovered! In fact, it may just be in my head, but I actually feel lighter on my feet than ever.
 * Brady: Well, don't go pushing yourself, twinkle toes. You only get one body.
 * Lucina: I'll be careful. ...... Meanwhile, I fear you're looking as sallow as ever.
 * Brady: Hey, this is my natural color! And quit yer worryin' about me! We're done here! Git!
 * Lucina: Not yet, we aren't! It's my turn to aid you. You didn't let me help you at all when you came down with that cold. I won't be denied the chance again! I WILL help you, Brady.
 * Brady: You can start by lettin' go! Gya! Getcha stinkin' paws off'a me!
 * Lucina: Struggling is... futile! Hurk! I can... outgrapple you!
 * Brady: Waugh! What part of helping me involves a submission hold?!
 * Lucina: The part where you refuse to submit! Now, submit! Give your body over to me!
 * Brady: D-don't go sayin' crap like that were folks can hear y—OUCH! Agh! Uncle! Uncle!
 * Lucina: Believe it or not, I'm quite the masseuse.
 * Brady: GAAH?! My neck! My back! Ngh! ...Oh god, I heard somethin' snap!
 * Lucina: Does that hurt? I hadn't even begun to apply any real pressure. ...I think someone might be exaggerating.
 * Brady: I think someone might have his shoulder dislocated! Please stop! Owww!
 * Lucina: ...Oh. Sorry. I didn't realize.
 * Brady: Yeesh! Feels like I just ran through a gauntlet or two...
 * Lucina: How very strange... Everyone else I've done this for has needed at least that much pressure to feel it.
 * Brady: Well, I guess I'm just one'a the gods' special little critters. Next time be a bit more gentle, will ya?
 * Lucina: I'll be more careful. I promise.
 * Brady: Good. And, uh, thanks, I guess. ...For the thought, anyway.

S Support

 * Lucina: Brady! Have you heard?
 * Brady: Heard what?
 * Lucina: Oh! Oh, no, you clearly... Yes, well, um... It seems that... People seem to think we're a couple.
 * Brady: Whaaat?! ...How?!
 * Lucina: Rumors that we're together are flying all around camp...
 * Brady: Yeah, but WHY?! Who started 'em? And what for? Oh, man, whoever it is, they're about to enter a world'a pain!
 * Lucina: I don't know that it's any one person. Perhaps it just spread on its own. We have been fairly close as of late. Wrestling, massages...that sort of thing. Out of context, I suppose they could have appeared as intimate behaviors.
 * Brady: ...A WORLD'A PAIN! Gah! How can you be so calm when ya say junk like that?!
 * Lucina: S-sorry! I didn't realize I oughtn't...
 * Brady: Course whoever saw us just HAD to view it in the most scandalous way possible!
 * Lucina: Quite the misunderstanding, yes.
 * Brady: Anybody with half a brain would know I'm way too big a weakling to be with you!
 * Lucina: ...Th-that's not true at all! Thanks to all your advice, my body's never been in better condition. I...really appreciate that.
 * Brady: Oh yeah?
 * Lucina: ......
 * Brady: Enough to act on some crazy rumors?
 * Lucina: I'm sorry?
 * Brady: No, I... I mean, only if you wanted, but... I dunno. If they're already sayin' it... I mean, why not, right?
 * Lucina: Why not...be a couple, you mean?
 * Brady: Y-yeah! Or goin' steady, or whatever ya wanna call it. I like being with ya, Lucina. Even when ya just about broke my darn back, heh heh. So if everybody else is gonna set the stage for us, why waste the opportunity?
 * Lucina: I always felt that your kindness kept my spark alive amidst all this darkness... If you'll have me, Brady, I'd be honored.
 * Brady: Hey, same here. So... Sure, I guess? Let's do it.
 * Lucina: It's a bit ticklish, putting all this into words, isn't it? Heh, am I blushing as red as you?
 * Brady: Gah! I didn't even realize till now! I must look like a damn tomater!

C Support

 * Kjelle: This place is a mess. I really should straighten up more... often... Is that a... AAAAAAAAAUGH!
 * Lucina: Gods, I've never seen Kjelle run so fast! Are we under attack?! Kjelle! What happened back there? ...Are you all right?!
 * Kjelle: L-Lucinaaa!
 * Lucina: Breathe, Kjelle. Calm down and tell me what happened. You have nothing to fear now that I'm here.
 * Kjelle: B-b-bug! A bug!
 * Lucina: ...A bug? ...As in... an insect?
 * Kjelle: As in a huge, horrid nightmare, with repulsive, hairy legs... It's TERRIBLE!
 * Lucina: You're telling me all of your screaming and flailing was over an INSECT? *sigh* I thought the Risen had come. You could have sent the camp into a panic.
 * Kjelle: AAAAAH! It's back! And it can fly?! S-stay back! Don't come close, fiend!
 * Lucina: Come now, I don't see what all the fuss i—EEEEEEK!
 * Kjelle: See? SEE?! It's the stuff of nightmares! Now hurry up and kill it! Kill it with fire magic or what have you!
 * Lucina: Oh, no—I'm not going near that thing! It's HUGE!
 * Kjelle: WHAT?! What happened to having nothing to fear now that you're here? How do you plan to save the future if you can't even fell one wretched insect?
 * Lucina: Those two things are not related in the slightest. And what good is all your training if you're scared of a bug?
 * Kjelle: I've not trained for the horrors that come with touching something like that! Look, you're the older one! You do it! Father told you to protect your little sister, didn't he?
 * Lucina: Er, well, I suppose he did... *sigh* All right, I'll... do something about it.
 * Kjelle: I knew I could depend on you, Lucina! Three cheers for the once and future exalt!
 * Lucina: ...You're a royal, too, you know? It wouldn't kill you to show a bit more spine.
 * Kjelle: Hey, now's your chance! It just crawled into a corner behind that shelf!
 * Lucina: It's too dark. I can't see it...
 * Kjelle: You'd best light up Falchion. Then once you spot it, strike!
 * Lucina: Falchion isn't some common pitchfork, Kjelle! It's a blade of legend!
 * Kjelle: All right, all right. At ease, Lucina. I'm sorry I... AHHHHH! It's airborne again! Take cover!
 * Lucina: As formidable a foe as it may be, I won't allow it to set a single hairy leg on you!
 * Kjelle: Go, Lucina, go! GET HIM!
 * Chrom: What in the name of...? What are you two doing in here?!
 * Lucina: F-Father?
 * Kjelle: Father!
 * Chrom: Honestly, you two. All that commotion over a silly insect? What were you thinking?!
 * Kjelle: Sorry...
 * Lucina: I'm sorry, Father...
 * Chrom: Just see that it never happens again.
 * Kjelle: Of course he would be the one to get it. He's unshakable.
 * Lucina: It's true. Although he was a lot less calm when it came to scolding us...
 * Kjelle: Heh, are you still down about that? I actually had a lot of fun. I can't remember the two of us ever getting in trouble like that before. It felt like... I don't know, like we were a normal family for a second there.
 * Lucina: Heh. I confess, it did have its moments...

B Support

 * Lucina: ...Kjelle.
 * Kjelle: Mmm?
 * Lucina: You know what I'm about to say, don't you?
 * Kjelle: ...Be sure to wash Falchion after I'm finished cutting this apple?
 * Lucina: DON'T use Falchion to cut apples in the first place, you dolt!
 * Kjelle: Eep! S-sorry! I'm sorry!
 * Lucina: You had best be more than just sorry... That sword is a national treasure of Ylisse and a final memento of my father. Would you use the last earthly remembrance of your dead father to cut FRUIT?! You've shamed the weapon that built your very homeland!
 * Kjelle: Well, you've seen for yourself how big the apple is. And with no other knives around... B-besides, I've never really touched the sword before. I... I suppose I got curious.
 * Lucina: ......
 * Kjelle: So, a-are you... Yes, you're angry.
 * Lucina: You've never held Falchion before?
 * Kjelle: Not really, no. In the future, you always kept it by your side. And since we've been back here, I've maybe moved it from tent to tent once or twice.
 * Lucina: Then we don't know if you have the potential to wield it.
 * Kjelle: Wait, it takes a special person to use it?
 * Lucina: I see there is much you do not know. This blade was forged with Naga's power and steeped in the exalt's bloodline. Only a select few are able to wield it, even among the Ylissean royal house.
 * Kjelle: Huh. Quite particular, I see... Though I'm not surprised you're one of them, Lucina.
 * Lucina: You may well be another, Kjelle. I'm mortified we've come this far without ever putting it to the test.
 * Kjelle: Well, it would be quite an honor to wield such a divine weapon. A powerful warrior with a mystical sword... It's the stuff dreams are made of!
 * Lucina: Mostly I'm ashamed I never stopped to consider it. If you are, in fact, among Falchion's chosen, that is knowledge we need. There may come a time when it proves necessary for you to take it up.
 * Kjelle: Like... if you're too busy?
 * Lucina: Like if I'm dead, Kjelle. Having someone able to wield it even after I'm gone would be a considerable asset. We must use any means at our disposal to ensure the future is saved. Now let's go put it to the test.
 * Kjelle: ......
 * Lucina: Kjelle?
 * Kjelle: Forget it. There's no way the sword would choose someone like me.
 * Lucina: You don't know that until you try. You yourself just said you wished you were able to wield it. So let's—
 * Kjelle: I said NO! I'm not doing it! Don't make me... Don't make me practice for your death, Lucina!
 * Lucina: ...I understand how you feel, but we must be practical about this. We cannot afford to lose this war. No matter what happens or who dies.
 * Kjelle: You think I don't know that?! But it's not... It's just not that simple for me, all right? What, are you planning to leave me, too? First my parents and now you?
 * Lucina: Not by choice, Kjelle. Never by choice. ...But there are no guarantees in war.
 * Kjelle: And that's supposed to make me feel better?! If it means you dying, I don't want anything to do with Falchion! And if you make me try, I'll... I'll just use it to chop up more apples! Hmph! This is pointless. I'm leaving.
 * Lucina: Kjelle... She sure is stuck on this whole apple business...

A Support

 * Kjelle: Lucina, is this, uh... Do you have a minute?
 * Lucina: What's wrong, Kjelle? Why the serious face?
 * Kjelle: I want you to help me see whether or not I can wield Falchion.
 * Lucina: Huh? You were so dead set against it. What changed?
 * Kjelle: I did, I suppose. I thought about everything you said... About how we need to win this war by any means necessary. I was running away from that truth and from my duty as a child of the exalted bloodline. But like you said, we need to be practical about this. ...So will you help me?
 * Lucina: Of course. I'll make the necessary preparations immediately. All right. I want you to strike at that log as if it were the enemy. If you lack the potential to wield Falchion, its blade will be dull as a stone. You will scarce knock the bark off your target. However, if you are among the blade's chosen, the log will be cleft in two.
 * Kjelle: ......
 * Lucina: Here. Take Falchion.
 * Kjelle: All right... Here we go... Hey, wait. What am I going to do if this DOES work? ...No, I'll worry about that later. No more doubts. This is a part of my duty... Here I go! RrrAAAGH! ...... ...Huh? I didn't feel anything.
 * Lucina: ...The log is unscathed. I'm sorry, Kjelle. It seems you've not been chosen to wield Falchion.
 * Kjelle: ......
 * Lucina: Don't take it too hard. This doesn't change who you are. You're still my sister, a daughter of Chrom, and a princess of Ylisse. Don't let this—
 * Kjelle: ...Pffft. Heh heh ha ha ha!
 * Lucina: Kjelle?!
 * Kjelle: Ah ha ha ha, I'm s-sorry, it's just... I was so worked up, I... I completely missed! I missed the log! Ah ha ha! How embarrassing!
 * Lucina: ...Heh. Heh heh. *ahem* Do try to be serious, Sister. You're making me laugh... *Sigh* I suppose we both got a little too wrapped up in this whole Falchion matter. It wound up souring the air between us, almost as if we'd been quarrelling. I far preferred that night we got in trouble for the giant bug...
 * Kjelle: Oh, me too! ...Though at least this helped me firm up my resolve. Not doing what I can out of fear that the people I love might die is just... cowardice. If something should happen to you, I swear to keep fighting to the bitter end. But I still have no intention of letting that happen. The pain is too much to imagine. So let me protect you. It's the least your sister can do!
 * Lucina: I fear I, too, was running. I was afraid to make you a promise. But no more. I swear to you, here and now, that this war will not claim me. I refuse to leave you all alone, Sister, nor allow any harm to come to you. We will survive this together. We will forge a future of our own making.
 * Kjelle: It's a promise!
 * Lucina: So it is sworn on Falchion. ...Oh, blast! I completely forgot that I'm on cooking duty tonight. Sorry, but I must be going.
 * Kjelle: Ah, wait! Lucina, you forgot Falchion! ...So much for not leaving me all alone. Guess it's just you and me, sword. How's about one more swing for the road, seeing as I'll likely never touch you again? Hrrngh... YAAAAH! ...... ...Heh. Not a scratch. You'd just better do a damned good job of looking after my sister, understand? If Lucina dies, you're getting demoted to royal fruit knife. Don't think I won't do it! ...All right. I'd better get you back to her.
 * Chrom: ...Hmm? What's this log? Was someone training? Hmm, split perfectly in two. I've never seen such a clean cut before...

C Support

 * Cynthia: There you are, Lucina! I've been looking for you!
 * Lucina: ​Did you need something, Cynthia?
 * Cynthia: I wanted to ask you a little favor.
 * Lucina: If it's within my power, I am happy to assist.
 * Cynthia: I want you to buddy up with me!
 * Lucina: Buddy... up?
 * Cynthia: If we put our heads together, we could come up with some killer team attacks! Like the Dual Grim Fandango! Or the Twin Butt-Kick of Doom!
 * Lucina: I'm afraid such techniques aren't my style. I try not to attract undue attention on the battlefield, as a rule.
 * Cynthia: But nailing a really flamboyant move would be a guaranteed morale booster!
 * Lucina: Whose morale would be boosted, exactly?
 * Cynthia: All of us! I mean, this is YOU we're talking about. You're Lucina! Daughter of the big cheese! EVERYONE wants to see you kick heinie!
 * Lucina: You really think morale would be boosted if I "nailed a flamboyant move"?
 * Cynthia: I'm shocked you even have to ask! You're like a shining ray of hope for us. Both as Chrom's kid AND a fighter! And with such a heroic role comes a responsibility to inspire your allies. A single word or action from you could turn the tide of an entire battle!
 * Lucina: I suppose that does make a certain amount of sense...
 * Cynthia: Which is EXACTLY why we need to get cracking on those moves!
 * Lucina: ...Very well. If doing so will help to cheer on the others, I'll begrudge no effort. I must admit this is a bit outside my purview, but I will try my best.
 * Cynthia: This is gonna be GREAT! Okay, so leave everything to me. I'll come up with all your poses and victory lines and all that!
 * Lucina: Poses and... victory lines?

B Support

 * Cynthia: I hope you came prepared, Lucina. Today, we create our killer team moves!
 * Lucina: I shall do my best.
 * Cynthia: Hey, you need to loosen up! This isn't math class or whatever. You need to remember the three As: aesthetics, appearances, and acrobatics!
 * Lucina: I believe aesthetics and appearances are the same thing.
 * Cynthia: Yes! Which is why it's DOUBLY important you start worrying about them!
 * Lucina: ...What exactly would you have me do?
 * Cynthia: Okay, so first of all, you have to start waving Falchion around a lot more. You know how it sometimes lights up, right? We can't NOT use that. It's too awesome!
 * Lucina: I cannot make my blade shine at will, Cynthia. Furthermore, I'm not sure it's appropriate to use Falchion as a prop in this pageantry.
 * Cynthia: I TOLD you, this is to raise your allies' morale!
 * Lucina: Are we conjuring mystical light purely for dramatic effect? ...Then it's pageantry.
 * Cynthia: You're just saying that because you're still feeling bashful. But it's part of a leader's job to stand up and make inspiring speeches, right? Chrom does it all the time. Do you think he lets a little embarrassment get in his way? This is the same thing, except with boring ol' words replaced by glowing swords!
 * Lucina: ...It still feels like I'm being badgered into this. Which is why it's so frustrating that what you say holds to a curious sort of logic.
 * Cynthia: Okay, so I'm gonna pretend that's a compliment and just get on with things. Anyway, here's a diagram on the first maneuver I came up with.
 * Lucina: So then... We both jump into a full spin... We cross paths in midair... You shout "Shooting Stars!" as I begin to swirl my hair in a figure-eight pattern... ...And we're to do all this in actual combat?!
 * Cynthia: Yup! So we'd better bet practicing!
 * Lucina: I stand corrected. This isn't pageantry—it's a sideshow from a traveling circus.

A Support

 * Lucina: Er... C-come forth... light of justice?
 * Cynthia: You're not selling it! What happened to the bold warrior-goddess Lucina I know? You're fearless in combat—how can you be afraid of a few lines of dialogue?!
 * Lucina: I'm sorry. It's just... It IS rather embarrassing.
 * Cynthia: Only because you're not putting your heart into it! If you really belt it out, you'll be surprised how convincing it sounds! It's called "method acting," and it's all the rage among theater folk nowadays.
 * Lucina: If you say so...
 * Cynthia: Trust me, I've been doing this all my life. Now, did you rehearse—er, train for the part where you land and Falchion glows? The timing is really key here. Fwoomp, THEN zing! It's got to be perfect.
 * Lucina: It's proved even more difficult than I thought, I'm afraid. Forgive me.
 * Cynthia: Yeah, but the glowing sword thing is kind of central to this move. ...Riiiiight?
 * Lucina: But it's not as though the light serves any actual purpose in the attack.
 * Cynthia: You know, maybe it's that defeatist attitude that's keeping Falchion from lighting up!
 * Lucina: I'll thank you to avoid such accusations.
 * Cynthia: Okay, then think of it like this...
 * Lucina: *Sigh* Yes...?
 * Cynthia: My mother used to tell me a story as a girl. One set in the age of the great King Marth. There were three sisters who were pegasus knights, and unrivaled in battle or beauty!
 * Lucina: It sounds like a typical enough cradle tale so far...
 * Cynthia: When faced with a great challenge, they joined as one for their Triangle Attack! By harnessing their combined strength, they were able to slay any enemy!
 * Lucina: Any foe?
 * Cynthia: They say even the most fearsome foe fell before the Triangle Attack! And every team attack since has been an attempt to recapture that awesome power!
 * Lucina: Hmm... Well, if it truly holds such practical potential, it does seem worth mastering...
 * Cynthia: And I'm nothing if not practical, right? Now, back to making your sword glow!
 * Lucina: Right, then. Maybe this won't be such a waste of time after all!
 * Cynthia: I knew you'd come around eventually! Now, the first step is getting to a point where you can make Falchion glow at will.
 * Lucina: If that's what it takes to arrive at a powerful new attack, I shall spare no effort!
 * Cynthia: Listen to you! I don't know about the others, but MY morale is through the roof! This is so hero-y! The only thing we're missing now is some epic music! We are the best... team... ever! Dum dum duuuuuum!
 * Lucina: Come forth, light of justice!
 * Cynthia: Again! More intensity!
 * Lucina: COME FORTH, LIGHT OF JUSTICE!

C Support

 * Cynthia: This place is a mess! I really should straighten up more... often... Is that a... AAAAAAAAAUGH!
 * Lucina: Gods, I've never seen Cynthia run so fast! Are we under attack?! Cynthia! What happened back there? ...Are you all right?!
 * Cynthia: L-Lucinaaa!
 * Lucina: Breathe, Cynthia. Calm down and tell me what happened. You have nothing to fear now that I'm here.
 * Cynthia: B-b-bug! A bug!
 * Lucina: ...A bug? ...As in... an insect?
 * Cynthia: As in a huge, freakish nightmare, with gross, hairy legs... It's HORRIBLE!
 * Lucina: You're telling me all of your screaming and flailing was over an INSECT? *sigh* I thought the Risen had come. You could have sent the camp into a panic.
 * Cynthia: AAAAAH! It's back! And it can fly?! S-stay away! Don't come near meee!
 * Lucina: Come now, I don't see what all the fuss i—EEEEEEK!
 * Cynthia: See? SEE?! It's the stuff of nightmares! Now hurry up and kill it! Kill it with fire magic or something!
 * Lucina: Oh, no—I'm not going near that thing! It's HUGE!
 * Cynthia: WHAT?! What happened to having nothing to fear now that you're here? How are you gonna save the future if you can't even smoosh one stupid bug?
 * Lucina: Those two things are not related in the slightest. And how do YOU plan to be a big hero if you're scared of a bug?
 * Cynthia: I'd sooner die a craven than touch that horrid thing! Look, you're the older one! You do it! Father told you to protect your little sister, didn't he?
 * Lucina: Er, well, I suppose he did... *sigh* All right, I'll... do something about it.
 * Cynthia: I knew I could depend on you, Lucy! Three cheers for the once and future exalt!
 * Lucina: ...You're a royal, too, you know? It wouldn't kill you to show a bit more spine.
 * Cynthia: Hey, now's your chance! It just crawled into a corner behind that shelf!
 * Lucina: It's too dark. I can't see it...
 * Cynthia: You should light up Falchion. Then once you spot it, ker-STAB!
 * Lucina: Falchion isn't some common pitchfork, Cynthia! It's a blade of legend!
 * Cynthia: All right, all right!. Sheesh... I'm sorry I... AHHHHH! It's flying again! It's flying!
 * Lucina: As formidable a foe as it may be, I won't allow it to set a single hairy leg on you!
 * Cynthia: Go, Lucina, go! GET HIM!
 * Chrom: What in the name of...? What are you two doing in here?!
 * Lucina: F-Father?
 * Cynthia: Father!
 * Chrom: Honestly, you two. All that commotion over a silly insect? What were you thinking?!
 * Cynthia: Sorry...
 * Lucina: I'm sorry, Father...
 * Chrom: Just see that it never happens again.
 * Cynthia: Figures he would be the one to get it. He's unshakable.
 * Lucina: It's true. Although he was a lot less calm when it came to scolding us...
 * Cynthia: Aw, are you still down about that? I actually had a lot of fun. I can't remember the two of us ever getting in trouble like that before. It felt like... I don't know, like we were a normal family for a second there.
 * Lucina: Heh. I confess, it did have its moments...

B Support

 * Lucina: ...Cynthia.
 * Cynthia: Mmm?
 * Lucina: You know what I'm about to say, don't you?
 * Cynthia: Um... Be sure to wash Falchion after I'm done cutting this apple?
 * Lucina: DON'T use Falchion to cut apples in the first place, you dolt!
 * Cynthia: Eep! S-sorry! I'm sorry!
 * Lucina: You had best be more than just sorry... That sword is a national treasure of Ylisse and a final memento of my father. Would you use the last earthly remembrance of your dead father to cut FRUIT?! You've shamed the weapon that built your very homeland!
 * Cynthia: Well, you've seen for yourself how big the apple is. And with no other knives around... B-besides, I've barely ever touched the sword before. I dunno, I...I got curious.
 * Lucina: ......
 * Cynthia: So, um, a-are you... Yeah, you're mad.
 * Lucina: You've never held Falchion before?
 * Cynthia: Not really, no. In the future, you always kept it by your side. And since we've been back here, I've maybe moved it from tent to tent once or twice.
 * Lucina: Then we don't know if you have the potential to wield it.
 * Cynthia: Wait, it takes a special person to use it?
 * Lucina: I see there is much you do not know. This blade was forged with Naga's power and steeped in the exalt's bloodline. Only a select few are able to wield it, even among the Ylissean royal house.
 * Cynthia: Yeesh, talk about picky. But I'm not surprised you're one of them, Lucina.
 * Lucina: You may well be another, Cynthia. I'm mortified we've come this far without ever putting it to the test.
 * Cynthia: Hey that would be totally heroic and awesome if I could use it! Cutting down foes with a mystical sword is pretty much the best thing ever!
 * Lucina: Mostly I'm ashamed I never stopped to consider it. If you are, in fact, among Falchion's chosen, that is knowledge we need. There may come a time when it proves necessary for you to take it up.
 * Cynthia: What, like if you're busy?
 * Lucina: Like if I'm dead, Cynthia. Having someone able to wield it even after I'm gone would be a considerable asset. We must use any means at our disposal to ensure the future is saved. Now let's go put it to the test.
 * Cynthia: ......
 * Lucina: Cynthia?
 * Cynthia: Aw, forget it. There's no way the sword would choose someone like me.
 * Lucina: You don't know that until you try. You yourself just said you wished you were able to wield it. So let's—
 * Cynthia: I said NO! I'm not doing it! Don't make me... Don't make me practice for your death, Lucina!
 * Lucina: ...I understand how you feel, but we must be practical about this. We cannot afford to lose this war. No matter what happens or who dies.
 * Cynthia: You think I don't know that?! But it's not... It's just not that simple for me, all right? What, are you planning to leave me, too? First my parents and now you?
 * Lucina: Not by choice, Cynthia. Never by choice. ...But there are no guarantees in war.
 * Cynthia: And that's supposed to make me feel better?! If it means you dying, I don't want anything to do with Falchion! And if you make me try, I'll only use it to chop up more apples, so there! This is pointless. I'm leaving.
 * Lucina: Cynthia... She sure is stuck on this whole apple business...

A Support

 * Cynthia: Lucina, is this, uh... Do you have a minute?
 * Lucina: What's wrong, Cynthia? Why the serious face?
 * Cynthia: I want you to help me see whether or not I can wield Falchion.
 * Lucina: Huh? You were so dead set against it. What changed?
 * Cynthia: I did, I suppose. I thought about everything you said... About how we need to win this war by any means necessary. I was running away from that truth and from my duty as a child of the exalted bloodline. But like you said, we need to be practical about this. ...So will you help me?
 * Lucina: Of course. I'll make the necessary preparations immediately. All right. I want you to strike at that log as if it were the enemy. If you lack the potential to wield Falchion, its blade will be dull as a stone. You will scarce knock the bark off your target. However, if you are among the blade's chosen, the log will be cleft in two.
 * Cynthia: ......
 * Lucina: Here. Take Falchion.
 * Cynthia: All right... Here we go... Hey, wait. What am I going to do if this DOES work? ...No, I'll worry about that later. No more doubts. This is a part of my duty... Here I go! RrrAAAGH! ...... ...Huh? I didn't feel anything.
 * Lucina: ...The log is unscathed. I'm sorry, Cynthia. It seems you've not been chosen to wield Falchion.
 * Cynthia: ......
 * Lucina: Don't take it too hard. This doesn't change who you are. You're still my sister, a daughter of Chrom, and a princess of Ylisse. Don't let this—
 * Cynthia: ...Pffft. Heh heh ha ha ha!
 * Lucina: Cynthia?!
 * Cynthia: Ah ha ha ha, I'm s-sorry, it's just... I was so worked up, I... I totally missed! I missed the log! Ah ha ha, what a riot!
 * Lucina: ...Heh. Heh heh. *ahem* Do try to be serious, Sister. You're making me laugh... *Sigh* I suppose we both got a little too wrapped up in this whole Falchion matter. It wound up souring the air between us, almost as if we'd been quarrelling. I far preferred that night we got in trouble for the giant bug...
 * Cynthia: Oh, me too! ...Though at least this helped me firm up my resolve. Not doing what I can out of fear that the people I love might die is just... cowardice. If something should happen to you, I swear to keep fighting to the bitter end. But I still have no intention of letting that happen. The pain is too much to imagine. So let me protect you. It's the least your sister can do!
 * Lucina: I fear I, too, was running. I was afraid to make you a promise. But no more. I swear to you, here and now, that this war will not claim me. I refuse to leave you all alone, Sister, nor allow any harm to come to you. We will survive this together. We will forge a future of our own making.
 * Cynthia: It's a promise!
 * Lucina: So it is sworn on Falchion. ...Oh, blast! I completely forgot that I'm on cooking duty tonight. Sorry, but I must be going.
 * Cynthia: Ah, wait! Lucina, you forgot Falchion! ...So much for not leaving me all alone. Guess it's just you and me, Falchy. How's about one more swing for the road, seeing as I'll likely never touch you again? Hrrngh... YAAAAH! ...... ...Yup. Once again, total whiff! You'd just better do a damned good job of looking after my sister, you got that? If Lucina dies, you're getting demoted to royal fruit knife. Don't think I won't do it! ...All right, well, better get you back to her.
 * Chrom: ...Hmm? What's this log? Was someone training? Hmm, split perfectly in two. I've never seen such a clean cut before...

C Support

 * Morgan: Ah! Perfect! There you are!
 * Lucina: Hmm? What are you hiding behind your back, Morgan?
 * Morgan: Ta-dah! It's for you!
 * Lucina: Ah! What lovely flowers! Thank you. But what is the occasion?
 * Morgan: Kids were picking 'em in the village we were just passing through. They gave some to me, so that's your cut.
 * Lucina: I don't think I've ever seen such vibrant colors...
 * Morgan: Wonderful, isn't it? Even in the throes of war, the flowers still bloom. Just think what it will look like once the world is at peace! Fields awash in color!
 * Lucina: ... Heh.
 * Morgan: Hmm?
 * Lucina: I've not known anyone so optimistic in all my days. I'm a bit envious, honestly.
 * Morgan: Why? Is something on your mind? Some worry eating at you?
 * Lucina: Not a specific concern, so much as a grim memory that refuses me peace. ...I apologize. I have no place to complain when you've lost your entire memory. You must carry your own set of woes, do you not? Living in a strange time, without a firm grasp on who you are?
 * Morgan: Ehh, it's not so bad as you might think. True, it can leave you feeling a bit... untethered, maybe? Afloat? But that's just another word for free.. Every experience is brand new! The smell of the air, the color of those flowers—it's all so fresh and intense!
 * Lucina: Hmm... I'll say it again: I envy you. I arrived in this era with a heart blackened by painful memories.
 * Morgan: But your father's alive in this time, isn't he?
 * Lucina: Yes, and I consider it a blessing that I can see him again. Morgan, I... If you'll excuse me.

B Support

 * Morgan: Da da daaa doo dee dum ♪ Perfect! I've got my melody nailed down.
 * Lucina: What are you doing, Morgan? What's all that humming about?
 * Morgan: You heard that, did you? So you recall the flowers I gave you? The ones from that village? Well, in turn for the flowers, I sang the kids a song I'd written. They really seemed to enjoy it, so I thought maybe I'd try my hand at writing more. Perhaps I can sing for the camp if I get good enough!
 * Lucina: I'm sure they would welcome the distraction from fighting and marching and... fighting. I think it's a lovely idea.
 * Morgan: Yeah? Well, all right then! Guess I'd better get cracking!
 * Lucina: You really are always full of energy, aren't you? How do you manage to act so cheery all the time?
 * Morgan: It's not an act. I just do whatever comes naturally. And it's like I said before—when you can't remember anything, everything's brand new! There's so much out there to discover, I don't have time to get depressed!
 * Lucina: I'm certain I wouldn't be half so happy were I in your situation. I think your sunny disposition must be some fundamental part of your nature. I think it's wonderful.
 * Morgan: Hmm... I couldn't say. But isn't being in this era a pretty good deal for you, too? All I've heard of our era are tales of death and starvation and a whole lot of bad stuff.
 * Lucina: It was a terrible place, yes. Which means all the more hangs in the balance of our success or failure. If we lose, this world will become the awful future we escaped. ... The very idea haunts my nights.
 * Morgan: Well, that won't do at all! A warrior needs her sleep! You're a brilliant fighter and leader, but you can't shine from inside a gloomy cloud.
 * Lucina: ... You're right, of course. I'm sorry, Morgan. I certainly don't want to spread my dark cloud over others.
 * Morgan: Think nothing of it. I'm always happy to help find a silver lining!

A Support

 * Lucina: The future can be changed... It MUST be changed! I believe that with all that I am, and yet the nightmares persist. What I wouldn't give for some of Morgan's optimism...
 * Morgan: Did I hear my name?
 * Lucina: GAH?! M-Morgan! How long have you been there?!
 * Morgan: I just showed up, actually! It's time for dinner. We're all waiting for you.
 * Lucina: I'm not hungry.
 * Morgan: Uh-oh. Not feeling well? Maybe you should lie down.
 * Lucina: It's an ailment of the heart, I'm afraid.
 * Morgan: Did something happen? If you feel like sharing, I'm happy to listen.
 * Lucina: Morgan, do you... Do you truly believe the future can be changed? That we can overwrite our apocalyptic end with another one?
 * Morgan: Of course we can!
 * Lucina: How can you be so certain?
 * Morgan: Because my mother's that certain.
 * Lucina: Morgan...
 * Morgan: She's amazing, my mother... My life's dream is to follow in her footsteps, actually. Anyway, as long as she's on the problem, we're all in good hands. I don't know many things about this time or this world, but I know I have faith in Mom.
 * Lucina: I see... My own father, too, is fighting with all he has to win a better future. The ties between them are powerful indeed. Heh, so powerful I'm surprised they never "tied" the knot.
 * Morgan: Ha ha! There, you made a joke! ... A bit weak, but hey, it's a start. So, feeling a bit better now?
 * Lucina: I am, actually. Thank you, Morgan.

S Support

 * Lucina: Morgan, I... Might I have a word?
 * Morgan: Sure. Does this have to do with what we talked about last time?
 * Lucina: I suppose so. What you said has given me great comfort... I think I've seen the last of my nightmares.
 * Morgan: Lucina, that's fantastic! When you feel cheery, we ALL feel cheery!
 * Lucina: Morgan... There's something I'd like to say to you... Something important.
 * Morgan: Oh? ...What is it?
 * Lucina: I don't get nightmares now because... I'm too busy dreaming of you. And even when awake, I find you're in all my thoughts. I feel as if I never really knew what hope was before I met you.
 * Morgan: ... Wow. Lucina... I...
 * Lucina: Will you stay with me, Morgan? From now until the end of all?
 * Morgan: Sure, all right!
 * Lucina: "Sure, all right"? Th-that's not... Do you understand what I'm asking, Morgan?
 * Morgan: I think so. You're in love with me, right?
 * Lucina: Y-Yes...
 * Morgan: And I'm in love with you! And we'll stick together, come what may. Right?
 * Lucina: W-wait. You're in love with ME? Why didn't you just say so?!

C Support

 * Morgan: This place is a mess! I really should straighten up more...often... Is that a...AAAAAAAAAUGH!
 * Lucina: Gods, I've never seen Morgan run so fast! Are we under attack?! Morgan! What happened back there? ...Are you all right?!
 * Morgan: L-Lucinaaa!
 * Lucina: Breathe, Morgan. Calm down and tell me what happened. You have nothing to fear now that I'm here.
 * Morgan: R-r-roach! A roach!
 * Lucina: ...A roach? ...As in...a bug?
 * Morgan: Not a bug! I love bugs! ...A roach! A huge, freakish nightmare one, with gross, hairy legs... It's HORRIBLE!
 * Lucina: You're telling me all of your screaming and flailing was over a COCKROACH? *sigh* I thought the Risen had come. You could have sent the camp into a panic.
 * Morgan: AAAAAH! It's back! And it can fly?! S-stay away! Don't come near meee!
 * Lucina: Come now, I don't see what all the fuss i—EEEEEEK!
 * Morgan: See? SEE?! It's the stuff of nightmares! Now hurry up and kill it! Kill it with fire magic or something!
 * Lucina: Oh no—I'm not going near that thing! It's HUGE!
 * Morgan: WHAT?! What happened to having nothing to fear now that you're here? How are you gonna win this war if you can't even smoosh one stupid roach?
 * Lucina: Those two things are not related in the slightest. And YOU want to be a tactician, right? So figure out how to kill it!
 * Morgan: What's to figure out?! Who plans out strategies for killing insects?! Look, you're the older one! You do it! Father told you to protect your little brother, didn't he?
 * Lucina: Er, well, I suppose he did... *sigh* All right, I'll...do something about it.
 * Morgan: Fantastic! Thanks, Lucina! Three cheers for the once and future exalt!
 * Lucina: ...You're a royal, too, you know? It wouldn't kill you to show a bit more spine.
 * Morgan: Hey, now's your chance! It just crawled into a corner behind that shelf!
 * Lucina: It's too dark. I can't see it...
 * Morgan: You should light up Falchion. Then once you spot it, ker-STAB!
 * Lucina: Falchion isn't some common pitchfork, Morgan! It's a blade of legend!
 * Morgan: Ah ha ha, all right, all right. I'm sorry I... AHHHHH! It's flying again! It's flying!
 * Lucina: As formidable a foe as it may be, I won't allow it to set a singly hairy leg on you!
 * Morgan: Go, Lucina, go! GET HIM!
 * Chrom: What in the name of...? What are you two doing in here?!
 * Lucina: F-Father?
 * Morgan: Father!
 * Chrom: Honestly, you two. All that commotion over a silly insect? What were you thinking?!
 * Morgan: Sorry...
 * Lucina: I'm sorry, Father...
 * Chrom: Just see that it never happens again.
 * (Chrom leaves)
 * Morgan: Figures he would be the one to get it. He's unshakable.
 * Lucina: It's true. Although he was a lot less calm when it came to scolding us...
 * Morgan: Aw, are you still down about that? I actually rather enjoyed it. I can't remember the two of us ever getting in trouble like that before. It felt...strangely familiar somehow. Kind of a happy, nostalgic feeling.
 * Lucina: Heh. I confess, it did have its moments...

B Support

 * Lucina: ...Morgan.
 * Morgan: Mmm?
 * Lucina: You know what I'm about to say, don't you?
 * Morgan: Um... Be sure to wash Falchion after I'm done cutting this apple?
 * Lucina: DON'T use Falchion to cut apples in the first place, you dolt!
 * Morgan: Eep! S-sorry! I'm sorry!
 * Lucina: You had best be more than just sorry... That sword is a national treasure of Ylisse and a final memento of my father. Would you use the last earthly remembrance of your dead father to cut FRUIT?! You've shamed the weapon that built your very homeland!
 * Morgan: Well, you've seen for yourself how big the apple is. And with no other knives around... B-besides, I've barely ever touched the thing before. I dunno, I...I got curious.
 * Lucina: ......
 * Morgan: So, um, a-are you... Yeah, you're mad.
 * Lucina: You've never held Falchion before?
 * Morgan: Not really, no. In the future, you always kept it by your side. And since we've been back here, I've maybe moved it from tent to tent once or twice.
 * Lucina: Then we don't know if you have the potential to wield it.
 * Morgan: Wait, it takes a special person to use it?
 * Lucina: I see there is much you do not know. This blade was forged with Naga's power and steeped in the exalt's bloodline. Only a select few are able to wield it, even among the Ylissean royal house.
 * Morgan: Huh. Well, I've never fought with it before—at least as far as I can remember. I suppose that means in the future I came from, I wasn't deemed worthy.
 * Lucina: That's not necessarily true, Morgan. I never did give you a chance to try it before I traveled back here. Honestly, I'm mortified we've come this far without ever putting it to the test.
 * Morgan: I have to admit, it'd be pretty amazing if I really could wield it. A brilliant tactician wielding a legendary sword... Mother would be so proud!
 * Lucina: Mostly I'm ashamed I never stopped to consider it. If you are, in fact, among Falchion's chosen, that is knowledge we need. There may come a time when it proves necessary for you to take it up.
 * Morgan: What, like if you're busy?
 * Lucina: Like if I'm dead, Morgan. Having someone able to wield it even after I'm gone would be a considerable asset. We must use any means at our disposal to ensure the future is saved. Now let's go put it to the test.
 * Morgan: ......
 * Lucina: Morgan?
 * Morgan: Aw, forget it. There's no way the sword would choose someone like me.
 * Lucina: You don't know that until you try. You yourself just said you wished you were able to wield it. So let's—
 * Morgan: I said NO! I'm not doing it! Don't make me... Don't make me practice for your death, Lucina!
 * Lucina: ...I understand how you feel, but we must be practical about this. We cannot afford to lose this war. No matter what happens or who dies.
 * Morgan: You think I don't know that?! But it's not... It's just not that simple, all right? Think of all that Mother's doing to protect us! Would you betray that?
 * Lucina: Not by choice, Morgan. Never by choice. ...But there are no guarantees in war.
 * Morgan: And that's supposed to make me feel better?! If it means you dying, I don't want anything to do with Falchion! And if you make me try, I'll only use it to chop up more apples, so there! This is pointless. I'm leaving.
 * (Morgan leaves)
 * Lucina: Morgan... He sure is stuck on this whole apple business...

A Support

 * Morgan: Lucina, is this, uh... Do you have a minute?
 * Lucina: What's wrong, Morgan? Why the serious face?
 * Morgan: I want you to help me see whether or not I can wield Falchion.
 * Lucina: Huh? You were so dead set against it. What changed?
 * Morgan: I did, I suppose. I thought about everything you said... About how we need to win this war by any means necessary. I was running away from that truth and from my duty to become a master tactician. But like you said, we need to be practical about this. ...So will you help me?
 * Lucina: Of course. I'll make the necessary preparations immediately. All right. I want you to strike at that log as if it were the enemy. If you lack the potential to wield Falchion, its blade will be dull as a stone. You will scarce knock the bark off your target. However, if you are among the blade's chosen, the log will be cleft in two.
 * Morgan: ......
 * Lucina: Here. Take Falchion.
 * Morgan: All right... Here we go... Hey, wait. What am I going to do if this DOES work? ...No. I'll worry about that later. No more doubts. This is part of my duty... Here I go! RrrAAAGH! ...... ...Huh? I didn't feel anything.
 * Lucina: ...The log is unscathed. I'm sorry, Morgan. It seems you've not been chosen to wield Falchion.
 * Morgan: ......
 * Lucina: Don't take it too hard. This doesn't change who you are. You're still my brother, a son of Chrom, and a prince of Ylisse. Don't let this—
 * Morgan: Pffft. Heh heh ha ha ha!
 * Lucina: Morgan?!
 * Morgan: Ah ha ha ha, s-sorry, it's just... I was so worked up, I... I totally missed! I missed the log! Ah ha ha, hilarious!
 * Lucina: ...Heh. Heh heh. *ahem* Do try to be serious, Brother. You're making me laugh... *Sigh* I suppose we both got a little too wrapped up in this whole Falchion matter. It would up souring the air between us, almost as if we'd been quarrelling. I far preferred that night we got in trouble for the giant bug...
 * Morgan: Oh, me too! ...Though at least this helped me firm up my resolve. Not doing what I can out of fear that the people I love might die is just...cowardice. If something should happen to you, I swear to keep fighting to the bitter end. But I still have no intention of letting that happen. The pain is too much to imagine. So let me protect you. It's the least your brother can do!
 * Lucina: I fear I, too, was running. I was afraid to make you a promise. But no more. I swear to you, here and now, that this war will not claim me. I refuse to leave you all alone, Brother, nor allow any harm to come to you. We will survive this together. We will forge a future of our own making.
 * Morgan: It's a promise!
 * Lucina: So it is sworn on Falchion. ...Oh, blast! I completely forgot that I'm on cooking duty tonight. Sorry, but I must be going.
 * (Lucina leaves)
 * Morgan: Aw, wait! Lucina, you forgot Falchion! ...So much for not leaving me all alone. Guess it's just you and me, Falchy. How's about one more swing for the road, seeing as I'll likely never touch you again? Hrrngh... YAAAAH! ...... ...Yup. Not a scratch. You just better do a damned good job of looking after my sister, you got that? If Lucina dies, you're getting demoted to royal fruit knife. Don't think I won't do it! ...All right, well, better get you back to her.
 * Chrom: ...Hmm? What's this log? Was someone training? Hmm, split perfectly in two. I've never seen such a clean cut before...

C Support

 * Lucina: Gerome?
 * Gerome: Ah, Lucina.
 * Lucina: I'm not intruding, am I? I don't want to disturb your rest.
 * Gerome: It's fine. What do you want?
 * Lucina: Well, nothing, really. I just came to say thank you.
 * Gerome: For what?
 * Lucina: You gave me your mask, remember? You said there might come a time where I would need to conceal my identity...
 * Gerome: Ah. Yes. I remember.
 * Lucina: Well, it was very prescient of you! The mask proved most useful. So again, thank you.
 * Gerome: Think nothing of it.

B Support

 * Lucina: *Sigh*
 * Gerome: Something wrong, Lucina?
 * Lucina: Oh, hello, Gerome...
 * Gerome: What's the matter?
 * Lucina: I've lost my pendant.
 * Gerome: Oh? What manner of pendant?
 * Lucina: It's carved with the likeness of my mother. It's very precious to me.
 * Gerome: ...Where was the last place you saw it?
 * Lucina: I took it off while I was cleaning the supply tent. I didn't want it getting scratched.
 * Gerome: I suppose you've already searched there?
 * Lucina: Many times.
 * Gerome: Then we should retrace your steps and see if we can't find it.
 * Lucina: You'll help me look?
 * Gerome: It's important to you, isn't it?
 * Lucina: Yes, very much so. I simply... Thank you, Gerome.
 * Gerome: Thank me when we find it.

A Support

 * Lucina: Ah, Gerome. Perfect timing.
 * Gerome: Oh? What for?
 * Lucina: We're holding a war council, and I was hoping you might attend.
 * Gerome: Sorry. I'm not much for group activity.
 * Lucina: A pity. We could benefit from your calm, measured opinions. You have a keen mind for combat as well... Regardless, I will not force you.
 * Gerome: I am sorry to disappoint you. But I know my own limitations. I am not one for plans or speeches. I am a wolf that deals only in death.
 * Lucina: Then we have something in common.
 * Gerome: We do not. You are a leader who can inspire with both words and deeds. Though we fight alongside each other in the field, we play different roles.
 * Lucina: You sell yourself short, sir.
 * Gerome: The right tool for the right job. Isn't that what they say? You provide the inspiration and strategy. I will cut down any who dare oppose you.
 * Lucina: There is a certain wisdom to what you say.
 * Gerome: Don't sound so surprised... Now, I have some swords to sharpen, and I think you have a council to attend.
 * Lucina: Farewell, Gerome. I shall look for you on the battlefield.
 * Gerome: You needn't look far—I will stand beside you, as always.

C Support

 * Yarne: ...Pulse? Check. ...Arms? Check. ...Legs? Check! Whew! Looks like I'm all here. Ugh. Why do I keep fighting if I'm going to be such a coward about it?!
 * Lucina: Yarne? Is something wrong? You look upset.
 * Yarne: Oh, hey. No, I'm fine. I was just, uh... Reflecting on the horrors of war.
 * Lucina: I often do the same. Thinking how everyone is suffering each day we let it continue... Farmers are slain in their fields, merchants are robbed, children become orphans...
 * Yarne: Actually, I meant the part where everybody's trying to kill me. My life's worth no more than the next guy's. I know that, but... It's still a lot of pressure being the last of an entire race.
 * Lucina: I can only imagine.
 * Yarne: Don't get me wrong... I'm scared, but I still want to help. I'll keep fighting. I just... really don't... want to, is all. ...Heh. Pretty sad, I know.
 * Lucina: So be it.
 * Yarne: Er, so be what, exactly?
 * Lucina: I will cover your back. From now, you need only worry about foes in front of you.
 * Yarne: What?
 * Lucina: I swear to keep you safe. that way, perhaps you can fight without fear.
 * Yarne: Lucina, everyone else is out there fighting on their own. I feel terrible asking, but... That would be such a great relief! ...Thank you.
 * Lucina: I'm happy to do all I can to ease an ally's mind. Thank you for opening up to me. I'm honored by your trust.
 * Yarne: Not at all!
 * Lucina: I should be going. I'll see you, Yarne.
 * Yarne: ...Oh, what am I doing?! Gods, why not just ask her to babysit you, you big coward?! This is a new low, even for me...

B Support

 * Yarne: ...Ow! For a shallow cut, my arm sure doesn't want to heal up... Still really hurts, too. I knew I saw someone behind that tree, but nooo! I had to go charge in like an idiot... Ah, well. I'm still alive, and the arm'll heal. I'll count my blessings.
 * Lucina: Might I have a minute, Yarne?
 * Yarne: Sure. What is it?
 * Lucina: I wanted to see how you're recovering.
 * Yarne: What, this? I'm fine, thanks. I'm sorry you had to see me fall for such an obvious ambush. I was doing so well, too. But you know me! It's not a battle if I don't screw up...
 * Lucina: That's not true at all... But I'm just glad you weren't more seriously injured. I promised to watch your back, and now... I am so, so sorry, Yarne.
 * Yarne: What?! No! Don't apologize. We're at war! Nicks and scratches are bound to happen!
 * Lucina: Still...
 * Yarne: It's very kind of you, Lucina, but I'm the one who needs to shape up, not you. Heh, next time I'll show 'em this rabbit's no easy prey! Give 'em the ol' taguel one-two!
 * Lucina: Just, please...
 * Yarne: Hmm?
 * Lucina: Please be careful. Don't do anything rash. In the last battle, it almost seemed like you were trying to protect me...? I'll be twice the fool if you get hurt trying to keep me safe while I try to keep you safe!
 * Yarne: Well, I can't just sit back and let you do all the work. And I can't keep you all to myself. The others need your help, too. Plus, I want to keep you safe as much as you want to keep me safe. We're friends!
 * Lucina: No, of course. That's all true, but...
 * Yarne: Believe me, I'm not eager to get hurt either. I'll do my best to stay out of trouble.
 * Lucina: And I'll do my best to keep trouble away from you.

A Support

 * Yarne: Are you all right?!
 * Lucina: Yarne?
 * Yarne: Holy carrots, your leg! Did you get that trying to protect me?
 * Lucina: No, I was just a bit careless. I, er... let my attention slip for a moment, and they were quick with a blade. That's all. It's mostly healed, besides. You needn't worry yourself over it.
 * Yarne: You're a terrible liar, you know that? After my arm got hurt, you've been guarding me nonstop. It's obvious. What happened to our promise not to do anything crazy, hmm?
 * Lucina: Er, I didn't... Don't be mad.
 * Yarne: I'm not mad at you, but I'm furious with myself!
 * Lucina: Yarne, no! Don't be. I really was careless. This is no one's fault but my own.
 * Yarne: ...Heh. Ha ha ha!
 * Lucina: Is... something funny?
 * Yarne: It's just... The two of us, taking hits for each other. Then we both protest that it's all our fault and that the other shouldn't feel guilty. I don't know, it just struck me as funny. We're some pair, you and me.
 * Lucina: Heh, I suppose it IS a little silly. But a part of me thinks that's the way it should be for allies.
 * Yarne: You think?
 * Lucina: Sure. Helping each other... Making sacrifices... Accepting responsibility for our failings and helping each other learn from them... That sounds like the ideal ally to me.
 * Yarne: When you put it like that, it does. I guess we're doing pretty well.
 * Lucina: Very well, I should think! You can continue to count on me to watch your back!
 * Yarne: And on me to watch yours!

S Support

 * Lucina: Yarne!
 * Yarne: Hm? What is it? Everything all right? You're all worked up.
 * Lucina: I've just been so impressed with your performance in combat lately! I had to come and tell you!
 * Yarne: Wow, I... Thanks, Lucina. The old rabbit "run for your life" instinct is still there, but I feel like I'm getting better.
 * Lucina: You're a whole different person out there! It's amazing to witness.
 * Yarne: Aw, you're exaggerating. But I'm glad. ...... So, um... If I've been doing so well, do I get a reward?
 * Lucina: Hah! Of course, you name it! If it's within my power, it's yours.
 * Yarne: W-will you be my girl?!
 * Lucina: ...What?
 * Yarne: I always hated being a coward and a burden on everyone else. I wanted to change, but... It wasn't until we started watching out for each other that I learned how. You taught me what real strength is, and I learn more from you every day... But I've got a long way to go, and that's where you come in...
 * Lucina: Yarne...
 * Yarne: I love you, Lucina! You make me a better taguel, on the field and off. I want to be with you always...
 * Lucina: ...I would like that very much, Yarne.
 * Yarne: You would? Really?!
 * Lucina: You've become so brave, so dedicated... It's true that when we first met, you were like as not to turn and run. But watching you conquer your fear has been an inspiration to me.
 * Yarne: Huh...
 * Lucina: Seeing you grow has filled me with pride, as much as if it were my own improvement. I want to keep sharing in your life, and I want you to share in mine. So yes, Yarne. ...I love you, too.
 * Yarne: Ha! After hearing that, I feel like I just grew about a hundred times stronger! With you by my side, I'll become a real warrior yet!

C Support

 * Laurent: A moment, Lucina, if you please.
 * Lucina: Hmm? What is it, Laurent?
 * Laurent: Might I take a look at your left leg?
 * Lucina: ...What's this about?
 * Laurent: If my suspicions are correct, you have been injured.
 * Lucina: But... How did you know? I didn't tell anyone. ...They would have just worried needlessly.
 * Laurent: You're favoring your right slightly when you walk. I knew something was amiss.
 * Lucina: I'm impressed by your attention to detail.
 * Laurent: I consider it my role to monitor this army's condition and aid in its preservation. I ask that you seek prompt and thorough treatment for your leg. The desire to spare your allies worry is noble, but misguided. Hobbling yourself with a poorly healed leg will cause far greater woe than the truth.
 * Lucina: ...I shall have it looked at and be sure to give it proper time to heal.
 * Laurent: I wish you a swift recovery.
 * Lucina: Ever the voice of reason... I should learn from his example.

B Support

 * Lucina: Rgh... Strange...
 * Laurent: Is something amiss, Lucina? You have an air of consternation.
 * Lucina: Oh, hello, Laurent. I've been practicing my sword form, but something feels off.
 * Laurent: In what way?
 * Lucina: The force behind each swing feels weak.
 * Laurent: Well, I fear your grasp of swordplay far exceeds my own... But I do understand something of forces. Might I ask you to demonstrate?
 * Lucina: If you think it might help. On three, yes? One... two... HAAAH!
 * Laurent: Ah! I think I've got it.
 * Lucina: Already?!
 * Laurent: I suspect you've begun taking shallower steps due to your erstwhile leg injury. A common phenomenon among the recently recovered, I've found. Add another half step's length to your lunge, and you're like to find your old form.
 * Lucina: I see. I'll give it a try. One... two... RAAH! Ah! Yes, that's it exactly! Laurent, you're brilliant! I'm in your debt again. Such a talent almost defies all measure.
 * Laurent: Not at all.
 * Lucina: You really do keep such a keen eye on all of us. On behalf of the whole camp, it is most deeply appreciated.
 * Laurent: You are too kind. Perspicacity and analysis are the only things I have to offer. If you ever find yourself in need of either, I am at your humble service.
 * Lucina: I'm sure I'll have need of your talents again soon!

A Support

 * Lucina: Laurent? Might I have a moment?
 * Laurent: Yes, of course.
 * Lucina: Lately, I've been hearing some disquieting talk. People are saying that the quality of your work has... faltered, as of late.
 * Laurent: What?
 * Lucina: Mind you, it's hardly fair to complain. We all rely on you too much as it is. And I, for one, am confident that there are no grounds for the accusation. However, as your friend, I did want you to know.
 * Laurent: ...I see. Yes, well, thank you for alerting me.
 * Lucina: There's no truth to it, is there? I'll find the source of this baseless rumor and make them—
 * Laurent: N-no! ...Er, please, say nothing. I fear they have the right of it. Of late, I find myself... distracted.
 * Lucina: If something weighs on your mind, I'd be happy to lend an ear.
 * Laurent: Hmm... How to put it?
 * Lucina: No need to hold back, Laurent. You can speak plainly to me about anything. Well, as plainly as you ever speak... I owe you at least that much after all the help you've given me.
 * Laurent: ...Very well then. I fear I've lost sight of myself and the role that I serve. As I was making my rounds, helping the others in their training, I had a thought... What if all my efforts were nothing more than idle ego? Everyone in this army possesses tremendous skill and physical aptitude. Who am I to tell them how to go about their training? Or take care of their health? I worry that I serve only my own pride with these foolish endeavors.
 * Lucina: That's absurd, Laurent! I, of all people, know how helpful you truly are!
 * Laurent: Lucina...
 * Lucina: The only person here you could stand to spend more time helping is yourself.
 * Laurent: Er, myself?
 * Lucina: Yes! Work on learning to give yourself more credit. If you're unsure how, I'll show you.
 * Laurent: At the risk of sounding rude, you hardly seem the most qualified teacher. If there's anyone in this army who is harder of themselves than I, it is you.
 * Lucina: Hah! Well, that might just be true! I'd be absolutely no help at all, heh heh...
 * Laurent: Perhaps the two of us can work on improving together?
 * Lucina: Heh, a fine idea. It's a deal!

C Support

 * Lucina: Tiki? How does the day find you?
 * Tiki: Perfectly well, Lucina. Why do you ask?
 * Lucina: I just wanted to say, if there's anything I can help with, please let me know.
 * Tiki: Very kind of you. But I'm fine for the moment.
 * Lucina: Ah, of course. Sorry to disturb you. It's just... Well, IF you ever need help, I want to be there first!
 * Tiki: I'm very grateful for your concern, Lucina. Truly I am. But remember that you are an important part of this army. Your first duty must be to your fellow soldiers. ...Especially as you once dared take the great name of Marth as your own.
 * Lucina: That was perhaps... rash of me. You knew him, didn't you? The great King Marth? What was he like?
 * Tiki: ...You did not investigate this before you took his name?
 * Lucina: Only the legends. I called myself Marth to feel closer to him. I've always yearned to know what he was really like—the man behind the deeds.
 * Tiki: Your enthusiasm seems sincere enough. Very well, I shall tell you about him. ...But not today. Perhaps the next time we meet.
 * Lucina: Oh, thank you, Tiki! I would hear all there is to tell!

B Support

 * Lucina: Greetings, Tiki.
 * Tiki: And greetings to you, Lucina.
 * Lucina: I was hoping that today you might be able to tell me about King Marth?
 * Tiki: You are certainly persistent in your curiosity...
 * Lucina: It's more than idle curiosity. I should know more of the man whose name I once took as my own. Who was the real Marth? Are the stories of his deeds true? What was he like?
 * Tiki: One thing I can tell you is that he treasured his friends like no one else I've known. He was kind, considerate, and calm. And despite his station, quick with a smile.
 * Lucina: Really?!
 * Tiki: You sound surprised...
 * Lucina: I just didn't expect the mighty King Marth to be so... er, nice.
 * Tiki: And how DID you imagine him?
 * Lucina: The Marth of history led the liberators and smashed the power of evil dragons! He brought peace to the entire world at the edge of a sword. He must've been a fierce, unforgiving man who struck fear in friend and foe alike! How could he not have been, when he was forced to wage such a terrible war?
 * Tiki: ...I suppose he was unforgiving—at least when it came to himself. He never stopped looking for a way to lead the world to peace. And every victim and sacrifice on that path haunted him...
 * Lucina: It sounds much like our own quest... There must be so much to be learned from him...
 * Tiki: His journey was dogged by setbacks and troubles. People did not understand his motives. He was deserted, and even betrayed. How he suffered! The struggles he faced would have crushed a lesser man. But they just made Marth stronger. That is why he became the Hero-King.
 * Lucina: He achieved the impossible, just as we must. No matter how steep or dangerous our path becomes, we will prevail! ...We must.
 * Tiki: Remember that Marth was an ordinary man long before he became legend. That's why he knew he couldn't do it alone. And why he needed the help of allies.
 * Lucina: The hero of legend had help?
 * Tiki: Of course he did! Behind every great man stands a host of friends and comrades. You want to win a war? Then you must learn to inspire warriors and win their trust.
 * Lucina: THAT'S why he was kind and considerate! He needed the best to stand by him.
 * Tiki: Yes, and the best loved him for it. Lucina, you can do it, too. You remind me of him—you inspire trust and even love among your comrades. As long as you never give up, I have no doubt you will honor the name of Marth.
 * Lucina: You honor me... Thank you, Tiki.

A Support

 * Lucina: HIYARGH! YAH! Unnngh... GAH!
 * Tiki: Working on your fencing, I see.
 * Lucina: I was just finishing my drills.
 * Tiki: I saw you helping out earlier, serving soldiers their meals.
 * Lucina: I had some free time, so I thought I'd pitch in.
 * Tiki: And before that, you were helping unload the wagons...
 * Lucina: Well, I'm stronger than I look. Those crates were no problem for me.
 * Tiki: And before that, you went to market to purchase supplies. Honestly, it's hard to find a job or chore you're not helping out with. It's a fine thing you're doing, trying to build bonds of friendship and trust... But it will all be in vain if you work yourself into the sickbed.
 * Lucina: Oh, I'm fine. Truly. I can handle it.
 * Tiki: ...You're trying to emulate King Marth, aren't you? By winning the trust of the other soldiers, you hope to become a great leader.
 * Lucina: What? No! Not at all... Th-this is just how I am. Besides, I doubt legendary warriors wasted time cooking stews and going shopping...
 * Tiki: (...She builds trust and wins allies without even thinking about it...) (Could she truly be...?!)
 * Lucina: I beg your pardon, Tiki? Were you saying something?
 * Tiki: Apologies. I was lost in thought. But, Lucina, I must tell you something. Taking the name of Marth was a fateful decision of great import.
 * Lucina: How so?
 * Tiki: I cannot be sure of your intention in taking the name... But few dare compare themselves to legend... and this set you on a path. The name evokes envy and hope in others and burdens you with their expectations. Like it or not, you carry that weight now. The only question is—will it crush you?
 * Lucina: I never realized...
 * Tiki: Can you carry the hopes and dreams—the demands of so many?
 * Lucina: I... don't know. I know I can't ever be like the real Marth. No one can. But if it's true what you say, and people have started to look to me... Then I shall never rest until every friend has achieved their dream!
 * Tiki: Good. You know the nature of your task—this is the key to victory.
 * Lucina: I have you to thank for opening my eyes. I won't let you—or anyone—down.
 * Tiki: I believe you mean this. But remember your allies when you face your greatest challenges! A true hero knows when to admit she cannot go it alone.
 * Lucina: I will take your words to heart. We will all win this war, together.
 * Tiki: Spoken as Marth might have himself...

C Support

 * Lucina: Might I ask a lesson, Father? I would love to learn the sword from you.
 * Chrom: You're a master in your own right already. What could I possibly teach you? You're likely better served training alone where you can hone your own style.
 * Lucina: But I was hoping that you might... That we could...
 * Chrom: Hmm?
 * Lucina: ...I'm sorry. If it's a bother, I won't insist.
 * Chrom: I never said it was a bother. I just meant that with your level of skill, you'd be...
 * Lucina: ......
 * Chrom: ...Heh. Fine. Go fetch a pair of practice blades.
 * Lucina: Wonderful! I just so happen to have two right here...
 * Chrom: Well, someone's certainly prepared. Very well, let's begin.
 * Lucina: Yes, sir!
 * Chrom: Hnngh!
 * Lucina: Yaaah!
 * Chrom: Ngh...
 * Lucina: ...Urgh!
 * Chrom: ...Impressive as ever. I was certain I dodged that one, but you nicked my shoulder.
 * Lucina: Still, you had me soundly beat. Had you not held back on that blow to my chest, I'd have a few shattered ribs. I was right to think you still have much to teach me. We'll have to make these lessons a habit.
 * Chrom: Wait, you didn't just... Did you throw that match just so we'd continue doing this?
 * Lucina: Why, Father... I would never!
 * Chrom: ...Devious. I see I'll have to keep a closer eye on you, heh.

B Support

 * Chrom: All right. That should do it for today's training. Let's stop here.
 * Lucina: Thank you, Father.
 * Chrom: It still feels so strange to hear you call me that...
 * Lucina: You don't like it?
 * Chrom: No, no. It's not that I dislike it. It's just... different, is all. I'm still wrestling with the reality that I have a child, and that that child is you.
 * Lucina: I see.
 * Chrom: Oh, but don't tell your mother. You know how she can be.
 * Lucina: Ha! It always seemed to me like you told her everything... In the future, I mean... You two were always so close.
 * Chrom: Oh, come now. You make us sound like a pair of fawning lovebirds. I'm sure we would never embarrass ourselves, especially at court...
 * Lucina: So you say, but your blushing face seems a little less certain! ...Heh. It feels good to share a secret. It's been too long. You were always sharing little tidbits with me in the future.
 * Chrom: Was the future me really so furtive? I don't think of myself as a man of secrets.
 * Lucina: Oh, they were just silly little things. Still, it gave me a thrill to hear them.
 * Chrom: So the future me wasn't so much furtive, but more of a hopelessly doting father?
 * Lucina: Well, there was one thing you never did tell me.
 * Chrom: Oh?
 * Lucina: ...How you and mother first met.
 * Chrom: That's... not the sort of story a daughter needs to hear.
 * Lucina: It's certainly one this daughter would LIKE to hear! Why don't we make a little wager? If I manage to defeat you, you'll tell me.
 * Chrom: ...I'm not so sure that's...
 * Lucina: That certain you'll lose, eh?
 * Chrom: Hmph! ...Very well. I accept.
 * Lucina: Then get ready, Father, because I'm serious about hearing this story!
 * Chrom: And I'm serious about not telling it—so likewise!

A Support

 * Lucina: I'm ready for today's training, Father.
 * Chrom: Before we begin, I have a question.
 * Lucina: Oh?
 * Chrom: It's something I'd been meaning to ask for some time now. Once this war is over, will you be able to return to your own world?
 * Lucina: ...I don't know. Even if it were possible to cross the bounds of time again, my world itself may be lost. Naga said as much before we left.
 * Chrom: I see.
 * Lucina: But don't worry, Father. Once peace is returned, I'll leave you to your life.
 * Chrom: What? Why?
 * Lucina: I understand I don't belong in this time. I'll not have myself become a burden.
 * Chrom: Lucina! I never want to hear you say such a thing again!
 * Lucina: Father?
 * Chrom: I've told you before, you are no burden. You could never be a burden!
 * Lucina: But...
 * Chrom: I fear I'm not very adept at putting these sorts of things into words... But it's clear you need to hear something, so listen well.
 * Lucina: ...All right. I'm listening.
 * Chrom: Lucina... I am so very grateful for you. Grateful that you were born... That you grew into such a fine and noble woman... Grateful you withstood terrible hardship and risked all you knew to come here... I haven't the words to express how much it all means to me. None, save "thank you".
 * Lucina: Father...
 * Chrom: You're my daughter and my friend. You will always have a place at my side.
 * Lucina: Father, I... Th-thank... Oh, Father! *sob*
 * Chrom: Shhh, it's all right, Lucina. There, there, it's all right now. Daddy's here for you...

C Support

 * Lucina: Mother, guess what? I found a wonderful dress in the town market.
 * Sully: Oh yeah?
 * Lucina: It was gorgeous! I thought it'd be just perfect for you, so I bought it. I was thinking you could try a different style for once.
 * Sully: Aw, hell. I suppose I might be ready to wear a gorgeous... Er... dress? Oh boy. I've never seen so many... unusual colors and shapes in one piece of clothing.
 * Lucina: I know! It's very modern. See all the giant pink polka dots? If you look carefully, you'll see that each one is a portrait of Emmeryn herself! I wager when Father sees you in this, he'll just scream in delight!
 * Sully: (Oh, he'll scream, all right...)
 * Lucina: Pardon, Mother? I didn't catch that.
 * Sully: Sorry, Lucina. It's just... Well, this isn't exactly my... style. I'm really grateful for the thought, but... I don't think I can wear it.
 * Lucina: Oh? I was sure you would like it... Well, perhaps next time I go to market, you can come and pick something yourself. I know it seems frivolous in times like these. But in the blighted future I come from, I often fantasize of such simple pleasures.
 * Sully: Heh, you really are something, Lucina. I'd be delighted to go to market with you. Delighted and honored!
 * Lucina: Wonderful! And when we go, I'll wear the new dress!
 * Sully: (Oh, gods, no...)
 * Lucina: Pardon, Mother?

B Support

 * Lucina: Everyone in this town is so stylish. I wager we'll find you the perfect dress here.
 * Sully: Er, yeah. Just as long as it's not TOO stylish. Frankly, you've got much more... flamboyant taste in clothes than me.
 * Lucina: I favor the tasteful and understated. For example, what about this one?
 * Sully: Good gods! I don't think I've ever seen such a... shimmery magenta. Pass.
 * Lucina: Hmm. I suppose it IS a little bright. Well, what about this one?
 * Sully: Wow, that sure is lacy. ...In fact, it's nothing BUT lace. Lucina, I can see right through that thing!
 * Lucina: Oh, all right. Well... how about this one, then?
 * Sully: Well, the color's all right, but I'm not sure about the octopus motif...
 * Lucina: Oh. I thought you liked octopi. ...This is not going well, is it? Why don't I come back another day and pick something nice for you?
 * Sully: Er, well, I'm not sure if that's a good idea, but... all right. Let's try it.
 * Lucina: Wonderful! Then I shall not rest until I find you the PERFECT dress. Something that you will truly, truly adore!
 * Sully: Oh yeah, I'm sure you... Hmm? Hey, look at this...
 * Lucina: Which one? ...The baby garment?
 * Sully: Man, is that cute or what? It's even got one of those tiny little bows. ...Anyway, enough shopping for today. We should really be getting back to camp.
 * Lucina: ...... ...Hmm...

A Support

 * Lucina: Well, Mother, I've done it. I've found your ideal outfit. I just know you'll love it!
 * Sully: Oh, wow. I didn't think you'd find anything quite so... quickly. I'm sure it'll be fine. I can hardly wait to try it on! Ha ha... ha.
 * Lucina: And I can't wait to see how it fits! Are you ready? TA-DAAAH!
 * Sully: ...Huh? It's tiny. Almost like... Lucina, these are baby clothes.
 * Lucina: Yes! I saw you admiring them in the shop when we visited the market together. I didn't understand why, until I realized you must've been thinking of your daughter. The one you have in this era, I mean. Your REAL daughter.
 * Sully: ......
 * Lucina: You could send it to her back at the castle. I'm sure she must miss you.
 * Sully: Lucina...
 * Lucina: I've been so happy here, despite having to fight this war. Being able to see my mother again has been like living in a dream. I didn't want to wake up and remember that you have a different life in this world.
 * Sully: ......
 * Lucina: Whenever I think of your little girl, I can't help but feel... jealous. I know it's ridiculous to envy myself, but I can't help it.
 * Sully: Oh, hell... Don't be silly! I've thought of you as my daughter from the moment we were reunited! Believe me, I love you just the same as I love that child at the castle.
 * Lucina: ...Honestly?
 * Sully: Of course! You're a true daughter to me. I want to give you happy memories to make up for those you lost in your future world. And I know your father feels the same way.
 * Lucina: If anyone knows how he feels, I imagine it would be you...
 * Sully: Of course! Your father and I are alike in lots of ways... We're both parents to the best damn daughter in the world, for one.
 * Lucina: ...Thank you, Mother. For everything.

C Support

 * Lucina: Mother, guess what? I found a wonderful dress in the town market.
 * Sumia: Oh?
 * Lucina: It was gorgeous! I thought it'd be just perfect for you, so I bought it. I was thinking you could try a different style for once.
 * Sumia: Why, Lucina! What a lovely surprise! Now let me get a look at this gorgeous... Er... dress? Oh dear. I've never seen so many...unusual colors and shapes in one piece of clothing.
 * Lucina: I know! It's very modern. See all the giant pink polka dots? If you look carefully, you'll see that each one is a portrait of Emmeryn herself! I wager when Father sees you in this, he'll just scream in delight!
 * Sumia: (I bet he'll scream, all right...)
 * Lucina: Pardon, Mother? I didn't catch that.
 * Sumia: I'm sorry, Lucina. It's just that... Well, this isn't exactly my...style. I'm very grateful for the thought but...I don't think I can wear it.
 * Lucina: Oh? I was sure you would like it... Well, perhaps next time I go to market, you can come and pick something yourself. I know it seems frivolous in times like these. But in the blighted future I come from, I often fantasize of such simple pleasures.
 * Sumia: Why, Lucina. What a considerate daughter you've grown up to be. I'd be delighted to go to the market with you. ...Delighted and honored.
 * Lucina: Wonderful! And when we go, I'll wear the new dress!
 * Sumia: (Oh, gods, no...)
 * Lucina: Pardon, Mother?

B Support

 * Lucina: Everyone in this town is so stylish. I wager we'll find you the perfect dress here.
 * Sumia: Er, yes. Just as long as it's not TOO stylish. Frankly, dear, you have much more... flamboyant taste in clothes than I do.
 * Lucina: I favor the tasteful and understated. For example, what about this one?
 * Sumia: G-gracious I don't think I've ever seen such a... shimmery magenta.
 * Lucina: Hmm. I suppose it IS a little bright. Well, what about this one?
 * Sumia: Oh, my... That's very lacy. ...In fact, it's nothing BUT lace. Lucina, I can see right through it!
 * Lucina: Oh, all right. Well... how about this one, then?
 * Sumia: Well, it's a nice color at least. But I'm not sure about the whole octopus motif...
 * Lucina: Oh. I thought you liked octopi. ...This is not going well, is it? Why don't I come back another day and pick something nice for you?
 * Sumia: Er, well, I'm not sure if that's a good idea, but... all right. Let's try it.
 * Lucina: Wonderful! Then I shall not rest until I find you the PERFECT dress. Something that you will truly, truly adore!
 * Sumia: Oh yes, I'm sure you... Hmm? Oh, look at this...
 * Lucina: Which one? ...The baby garment?
 * Sumia: Oh, isn't it just adorable? Look at the tiny little bow, too!. ...Well, enough shopping for today. We should really be getting back to camp.
 * Lucina: ...... ...Hmm...

A Support

 * Lucina: Well, Mother, I've done it. I've found your ideal outfit. I just know you'll love it!
 * Sumia: Oh, goodness. I didn't think you'd find anything quite so quickly... But...I'm sure it will be just fine. I can hardly wait to try it on! Ha ha... ha.
 * Lucina: And I can't wait to see how it fits! Are you ready? TA-DAAAH!
 * Sumia: ...Huh? It's tiny. Almost like... Lucina, these are baby clothes.
 * Lucina: Yes! I saw you admiring them in the shop when we visited the market together. I didn't understand why, until I realized you must've been thinking of your daughter. The one you have in this era, I mean. Your REAL daughter.
 * Sumia: ......
 * Lucina: You could send it to her back at the castle. I'm sure she must miss you.
 * Sumia: Why, Lucina...
 * Lucina: I've been so happy here, despite having to fight this war. Being able to see my mother again has been like living in a dream. I didn't want to wake up and remember that you have a different life in this world.
 * Sumia: ......
 * Lucina: Whenever I think of your little girl, I can't help but feel... jealous. I know it's ridiculous to envy myself, but I can't help it.
 * Sumia: Oh, Lucina... Don't be silly! I've thought of you as my daughter from the moment we were reunited! Believe me when I say I love you just the same as I love that child at the castle.
 * Lucina: ...Honestly?
 * Sumia: Yes! You're a true daughter to me. I want to give you happy memories to make up for those you lost in your future world. And I know your father feels the same way.
 * Lucina: If anyone knows how he feels, I imagine it would be you...
 * Sumia: Of course! Your father and I are alike in lots of ways... We're both parents to the world's most wonderful daughter, for one.
 * Lucina: ...Thank you, Mother. For everything.

C Support

 * Morgan: Hmm... I wonder why I have no memory of my mother... All my memories of Father are so crisp and clear... I remember what an amazing tactician he was, all the time we studied together... But nothing at all about my mother. It's one big blank.
 * Lucina: What are you up to, Morgan?
 * Morgan: Mother! That's amazing! I was just thinking about you! Is this fate?! This is totally fate! Family-style fate! ...Wait, no. How did Father put it? "We're not pawns of some scripted fate. It's the invisible ties we forge that bind us." So yeah, it's not fate. It's the whole invisible bond-like... thing!
 * Lucina: Heh, is that so?
 * Morgan: Yup! Even without my memories, there's an invisible thread that links us. Er, but that reminds me... I was just wondering how I could have possibly forgotten you, Mother. Do you think maybe you could help me get those memories back?
 * Lucina: Of course, dear. I'd be happy to try. In fact, I—
 * Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! I'll start preparing. Oh, I can't wait to get started!
 * Lucina: Heh. She's certainly got energy to spare...

B Support

 * Morgan: Mother? Do you have a moment?
 * Lucina: For you? Of course.
 * Morgan: Perfect! Then let's get started on Project Get Memories of Mom Back! Step one—figure out how we're going to trigger some flashbacks. I've already tried banging my head against a post, but nothing. I mean, it made me dizzy and nauseated, but it didn't unearth any hidden memories. What do you think, Mother? Perhaps a stone wall would work better?
 * Lucina: Let's just... hold off on the head smashing for now, shall we? Perhaps you could try just staring at me for a bit? Maybe that'll trigger something.
 * Morgan: Argh, that's perfect! You're a genius! I must have seen your face a million times in the future. It's bound to bring SOMETHING back if I stare at it long enough. Okay, sorry to invade your personal space here, but... Here goes... ...... ......... ............ ............... Drats! It's not working. I don't remember a thing. It's like... Have you ever stared at a word so long it kind of fell apart? And you think, "Is that how that's spelled? Wait, is that even a real WORD?!" Except here, it's "Is that what Mother looked like?"
 * Lucina: Er, right. Perhaps that's enough of the memory project for one day?
 * Morgan: Sure... I'm still a little dizzy from banging the post earlier, to be honest... But this doesn't end here! I'm not giving up until I remember you, Mother!

A Support

 * Morgan: *Sigh* No luck today, either... I'm going crazy trying to remember you. I feel so useless! I'm just so... *sniff* Why can't I... *sob*
 * Lucina: Come now, Morgan. No tears.
 * Morgan: B-but I know I must have loved you just as much as I loved Father. I bet we had a million memories together, and the thought of having lost them... I feel like I failed you. Like I... Like I... *sob*
 * Lucina: Morgan...
 * Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry. I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-my head! ...Wha-?!
 * Lucina: What's wrong?!
 * Morgan: I... I remembered something! Just one tiny little memory, but... I remember! You were smiling at me... and you called my name... Ha ha! Yes! You looked a little bit older, but it was DEFINITELY you! Oh thank you, Mother. I never would have remembered without your help. And hey, this is great! If I can get one memory back, maybe I can get the rest! It may take time, but I won't stop trying until I remember everything about you.
 * Lucina: Take all the time you need. I know things'll turn out just fine, Morgan.
 * Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Mom.