Gerome/Supports

C Support

 * Inigo: Hey, Gerome. How's it going?
 * Gerome: .......
 * Inigo: What's with the silent treatment? Nothing? Not even a monosyllabic reply? Grunt once if you can hear me.
 * Gerome: ......
 * Inigo: Look, you're already hard enough to read thanks to that silly mask. The least you could do is respond when someone says hello.
 * Gerome: No, it isn't.
 * Inigo: What isn't?
 * Gerome: It isn't the least I can do. The least I can do is nothing. And I've no intention of whiling away my valuable hours with a vapid male floozy.
 * Inigo: Yowch. What did I ever do to you? Aside from that time I stepped on your wyvern's tail, which was SO an accident. Oh, wait. There's also that time I left all that butter in your tent. Did you get the butter scorpions cleared out yet? Those guys can be nasty. Wait, I know what this is about! You're made because I voted you Most Likely to Go Bald at dinner last week.
 * Gerome: .......
 * Inigo: Not that either, eh? Hmm... Well, I'm fresh out of ideas.
 * Gerome: I'm surprised to see you think at all. ...Now good-bye.
 * Inigo: Hey, hey, whoa! Don't you think that's a little harsh? I haven't— Okay, then. See ya around, Gerome! Someday... Boy, that guy has NO sense of camaraderie. We're fighting a war here! You think he'd at least try to get along...

B Support

 * Inigo: Heeey, Gerome! Roamin' Gerome! The paaale rider!
 * Gerome: ......
 * Inigo: I've got something to say to you, buddy!
 * Gerome: I don't care.
 * Inigo: Well, you may as well start walking, because I'm going to say it anyway: What's with the whole aloof bit, huh? Think you're too good for us?
 * Gerome: I have no interest in fraternizing. ...Least of all with you.
 * Inigo: Look, nobody's asking you to be a social butterfly like Lissa. But we're your allies, you know? You could at least try to be a little bit friendly! ...Even with me.
 * Gerome: "Allies"? ...Do you expect me to rely on you in combat? To team up with you? Your only expertise is in flirting, and you still manage to fail spectacularly. I'll take my chances alone.
 * Inigo: Argh! That does it, mister. You're coming with me!
 * Gerome: I am most certainly— N-now see here! Unhand me!
 * Inigo: Hope you didn't have any plans, 'cause if you did, they just got canceled!
 * Gerome: Where are you taking me?!
 * Inigo: Gerome, my friend? You and I are going to find some ladies!
 * Gerome: WE ARE DOING NO SUCH THING!
 * Inigo: Oh, yes we are! We're going to find some lovelies and be each other's wingman. Now stop moaning and start walking!
 * Gerome: Fate stalks my every step, fool! I've not time for such lunacy!
 * Inigo: Look, if you're that afraid that I'll get all the girls, you can just say so. I mean, it's okay. Every party has a lonely guy stewing on the sidelines.
 * Gerome: I fear nothing but the cold hand of death!
 * Inigo: Great! Then let's get going! Okay, so the first thing you need is an opening line. Maybe something like... "Do you like tea? Because we like 'U'!" ...See, it's an alphabet joke. Girls love puns. It's a known fact.
 * Gerome: Idiot! There is no "we" here, and I want no part of this!
 * Inigo: Oh, wait! Or you could say... "Hey baby. Ever ridden a wyvern before?" ...Oh, that's good. I may have to start riding wyverns so I can use that line.
 * Gerome: Let me go this instant!
 * Inigo: Come on, gramps! Pick up the pace! Those ladies won't hit on themselves!
 * Gerome: S-stop! Put me down! Put me dooooown!

A Support

 * Inigo: ......
 * Gerome: ......
 * Inigo: "Ooh, Gerome! You're so mysterious!" "Your mask is sooo dreamy, Gerome!" You were supposed to be my wingman! Not my competition!
 * Gerome: ......
 * Inigo: ...Say, Gerome?
 * Gerome: What is it?
 * Inigo: Your mask is falling off there, buddy.
 * Gerome: The strap is broken. A woman damaged it while she was...reaching for me.
 * Inigo: And I suppose the same woman tore those holes in your clothes?
 * Gerome: She did not want me to leave. She was...stronger than she looked. I've never been so manhandled.
 * Inigo: I WANT TO BE MANHANDLED! This makes FOUR TIMES I've taken you out and had the ladies completely ignore me. How does this keep happening? Huh?!
 * Gerome: I wish I knew. I find your flirtatious lifestyle to be utterly exhausting.
 * Inigo: Oh, boo hoo! Poor you! Quit gloating.
 * Gerome: I'm not gloating.
 * Inigo: So says the guy who had a band of women sing love songs outside his tent last night. I bet you feel pretty special.
 * Gerome: Actually, I feel exhausted. They sang until dawn.
 * Inigo: Why do girls always go for the jerks? Huh? Never a nice guy like me! Well, fine. You get your wish. I'm never going out with you again!
 * Gerome: Thank the gods.
 * Inigo: *Sniff*
 * Gerome: Um...Inigo?
 * Inigo: *Whimper* *sniff*
 * Gerome: Are you...crying?
 * Inigo: Shut up! You don't know what it's like! I try SO HARD, and then you come along with a mask and some muscles and...and... Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
 * Gerome: Um... Come now, stop. Stop that. ...Stop crying this instant! This is making me very uncomfortable! Oh, for the love of... Fine. I'm sorry. There, all right? You're not a failure because you, uh... You taught me how to... Teamwork, yes? That was the point of all this? Well, you taught me teamwork.
 * Inigo: *Sniff* ...I d-did?
 * Gerome: You did. And now I owe you one. ...Or perhaps half of one.
 * Inigo: You...you mean it? I mean...well...I guess as long as you learned something, it was worth it. Just don't go getting cocky on me, now! I'll get twice as many ladies as you next time!
 * Gerome: Next...time?
 * Inigo: Oh, yeah! So keep that schedule open!
 * Gerome: Ha ha! ...Ha? ...Yeargh. And I thought keeping a wyvern content was difficult...
 * Inigo: Mmm? You say something?
 * Gerome: No. (Ah well. At least he's feeling better now...)

C Support

 * Libra: Hello, Gerome.
 * Gerome: What do you want?
 * Libra: Oh, nothing in particular. I just—
 * Gerome: Then why are you talking to me? I'm not here to make friends.
 * Libra: Apparently not. But what of your family?
 * Gerome: ......
 * Libra: I was thinking: we're father and son... Perhaps it's time we started acting like it. Lucina calls Chrom "Father," you know? We could start there.
 * Gerome: You may look like my father, but you are not the same man. My father is dead and gone. ...You are a stranger.
 * Libra: I suppose what you say is true, but you could stand to open your heart a bit more... I know your true father is gone, and I know you must miss him greatly. ...But I thought perhaps our relationship could help heal that wound.
 * Gerome: Then you are a fool.
 * Libra: Oh, gods, labeled a fool by my own child... You should know, Gerome, that I'm only offering this out of a sense of—
 * Gerome: This conversation is over. I have business elsewhere. I must feed and clean Minervykins before bedtime.
 * Libra: ...Minervykins?
 * Gerome: Er, that is... I did not mean to... Bah! Your stupidity is contagious!
 * Libra: *Sigh* That boy...

B Support

 * Libra: Hello, Gerome. Have you been taking good care of little Minervykins?
 * Gerome: I did NOT call her that! The very idea is ludicrous! ...You must have misheard.
 * Libra: Peace, Gerome. It was an innocent remark and nothing more. Cherche sometimes calls her wyvern Minervykins, too. Eventually, I picked up the habit as well.
 * Gerome: Oh... Er, right. I knew that.
 * Libra: Heh heh. You know, you're adorable when you're flustered.
 * Gerome: ......
 * Libra: All right, all right. No need to glare now. I meant no offense...
 * Gerome: ...Apology accepted.
 * Libra: That's very kind of you. Though I must say, seeing you so angry reminds me quite a bit of Cherche.
 * Gerome: What do you mean?
 * Libra: Mmm? O-oh, nothing... Hey, is that your Minerva over there?
 * Gerome: It is.
 * Libra: Hmm, she seems more intimdating than Cherche's. Scarier, more ferocious...
 * Gerome: Truly? In the future, people oft remarked she was the prettiest wyvern in the realm. Just look at those big, smoky eyes... She's such a cutey-poo! Er, I mean... Um... You tricked me into saying that!
 * Libra: Oh? I didn't trick you into anything... You said it all by yourself.
 * Gerome: That's it. I'm leaving. WE'RE leaving. ...Minerva, to me!
 * Libra: Heh, he is indeed adorable when he's flustered.

A Support

 * Libra: Hello, Gerome. Spending quality time with Minerva again, I see?
 * Gerome: ...Why do you insist on following me everywhere?
 * Libra: It's nothing so sinister as your tone implies, I assure you... I just wanted to talk about our relationship again. About being father and son... Now that I've seen your sensitive side, I thought we might—
 * Gerome: I have no sensitive side.
 * Libra: Er, right. But remember when you said Minerva was a cutey-poo? The look of love that flitted across your face was so tender and sincere, I—
 * Gerome: MINERVA, ATTACK! RIP HIS LYING MOUTH OFF HIS FAT, LYING FACE! ...... ...Er, Minerva?
 * Libra: Minerva would never attack me, Gerome. She knows I'm family. There, there, little Minerva. You remember me, don't you?
 * Gerome: M-Minerva? ...Do you truly consider this buffoon part of our family? ...... ...I see. Very well, Minerva. If that is your wish...
 * Libra: What did Minerva say?
 * Gerome: Hmph. You claim to be part of the family, but you can't understand her?
 * Libra: Well... It's an acquired skill.
 * Gerome: It matters not. Minerva says you are family, and I am thus duty bound to accept you. I'm... I'm sorry I treated you poorly. ...Father.
 * Libra: ...Did you just call me Father?
 * Gerome: Don't get used to it. ...Minerva, to me! We're leaving!
 * Libra: W-wait, Gerome! Son! Let's hear it just one more time!
 * Gerome: Bah, enough already!

C Support

 * Gerome: Minerva, you looks so sad and woebegone. I suppose it's my fault, isn't it? If it wasn't for me, you'd be living a life of tranquility in Wyvern Valley. I'm sorry that I've dragged you into yet another terrible war. ...Hmm? What's that? That's not why you're sad? ...Ah, yes. I understand completely. Your original mistress is alive in this time, and you pine for her hand on the reins.
 * Cherche: ...That's not it either.
 * Gerome: Ch-Cherche?!
 * Cherche: Minerva is worried about you. Don't you see that forlorn look in her eyes?
 * Gerome: Minerva, is that true?
 * Cherche: I sense a powerful bond of trust and friendship between you. Heh, it seems you've been doing a fine job of looking after each other.
 * Gerome: We must not be that close if I can't even understand what she's trying to tell me... Come, Minerva. Let's go.
 * Cherche: Tsk. So impatient...

B Support

 * Cherche: Gerome, might I have a word?
 * Gerome: If you must.
 * Cherche: What is this attitude of yours? Must you always turn a cold shoulder to me?
 * Gerome: I did not pass through time to make bosom companions on the other side. And I especially did not come here to make friends with you.
 * Cherche: Yes, charming and pleasant as ever... Well, I actually came here to talk about Minerva, not us. I have a request.
 * Gerome: What is it?
 * Cherche: You handle the reins superbly... I was hoping you'd teach me what you know.
 * Gerome: I have nothing to teach you. I just sit in the saddle and follow Minerva's lead.
 * Cherche: Oh, hogwash. I've seen how you two swoop and dance in the sky. Plus you handle the lance with such verve! A skilled rider like yourself has a great deal to teach me.
 * Gerome: How skilled could I be to still fall victim to the cruel whims of fate? ...How skilled could I be when I was unable to protect those I loved?
 * Cherche: Sometimes, no matter how strong you are, you cannot change destiny on your own. But you know that, don't you? That's why you've taken up arms in our cause.
 * Gerome: ...Yes, it's true. By joining you, I hope to accomplish what I could not alone.
 * Cherche: Then you must teach me. If for not my sake, then for your own cause.
 * Gerome: I...I cannot deny there is a truth to your words. Very well...

A Support

 * Cherche: Thank you for your time, Gerome. Training is always better with a partner. Especially one as skilled as you.
 * Gerome: I learned much from you as well, Cherche. Your aerial tactics are second to none.
 * Cherche: Did you call me Cherche then, too? back in your own time, I mean.
 * Gerome: It...matters not.
 * Cherche: Who DID you inherit this surliness from? Was it me or your father?
 * Gerome: You would know better than me. My parents were gone long before I could build any meaningful memories.
 * Cherche: I...I didn't know that.
 * Gerome: They spent their time helping smallfolk in one corner of the land or another. I waited for them, of course. Waited for the day that they might come home to me. ...But only Minerva returned.
 * Cherche: ...I'm so very sorry.
 * Gerome: People everywhere grieved for the heroes and honored their noble sacrifice. But I didn't want heroes. I wanted a father and a mother...
 * Cherche: I swear to you, Gerome, that won't happen this time. I'll never leave you.
 * Gerome: I know. After all, that's why I'm here— to change fate so you won't have to. This time, I'll make sure you survive. This time, we'll be together...