Libra/Supports

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!