Henry/Supports

C Support

 * Henry: ......
 * Avatar: Henry? What are you doing? ...Why are you all hunched over? Are you unwell? Is your stomach... Oh, gods, are you hurt?! Somebody, HELP! Henry's been—
 * Henry: Hey-o, Avatar! What's all the ruckus?
 * Avatar: Wait, you're...okay? You were all crouched down and quiet... I thought you were wracked with pain.
 * Henry: Nya ha ha! Nope! I'm completely fine.
 * Avatar: Ah, well, that's a relief... But, then, what were you doing?
 * Henry: Guess I was having way too much fun playing with this to notice you come in...
 * Avatar: What is it, some kind of—AAAAAAAAH!
 * Henry: Don't worry. It's perfectly safe! *poke, poke* See? Dead as a doornail.
 * Avatar: An arm?! A disembodied Risen arm?! Ew... Did you bring it back from the battlefield?
 * Henry: Yep. I was interested in seeing what makes them tick. I thought I'd perform a little dissection and get some "inside" information. Hey, why don't you examine it with me? Maybe we can discover some new weaknesses!
 * Avatar: Ugh! D-don't wave that thing in my face! I don't want it anywhere near me.
 * Henry: Suit yourself! Now where did I put that finger...?

B Support

 * Henry: Lah-di-da, do-di-doh, ♪ fee-fi-fo-fum, bom bom bom... ♪
 * Avatar: Henry, what are you drawing in the soil? A magic sigil? Do you mind me asking what it's for? I must say it looks rather sinister...
 * Henry: Aw, Avatar, you worry too much. It isn't sinister at all! Not one bit! I'm just going to use it to summon an army of Risen.
 * Avatar: Wh-what?!
 * Henry: If I get it to work, we can have them all fight on our behalf! Then we can sip tea for the rest of the war and collect the accolades once it's over.
 * Avatar: Well I understand the idea in theory. It could reduce casualties on our side... But there is one slight problem... Have you given any thought to how you'll control these soulless warriors?
 * Henry: Oh, they can't be controlled. You just let them loose to attack anything that moves. But we'll be safe so long as I draw the sigils far enough away from camp.
 * Avatar: WE might be safe, but won't they turn on local villages, wreacking death and mayhem?
 * Henry: Yeah, probably. Would be surprising if they didn't, actually. Still, we'd win the battle.
 * Avatar: Unacceptable. We cannot sacrifice innocent lives for the sake of victory.
 * Henry: See, now you're just not thinking logically. We've killed countless people in this war-- what's a few more souls on the ledger?
 * Avatar: Those deaths were necessary. We had to kill our foes or be killed ourselves. But killing the enemy isn't the same as sacrificing innocents for victory.
 * Henry: Seems like an arbitrary line to me... But all right. You're the tactician! No more unholy summoning sigils.
 * Avatar: Good.

A Support

 * Avatar: Henry, I wanted to congratulate you on that last battle.
 * Henry: Oh?
 * Avatar: Yes. especially when those Risen appeared out of nowhere. You placed the village at your back, even though it was tactically disadvantageous. By holding the line, you saved the lives of countless civilians.
 * Henry: Yeah, well, you said we shouldn't sacrifice innocents to win a battle.
 * Avatar: I know what I said, but I was surprised you'd taken it to heart.
 * Henry: Heh, I just do what I'm told.
 * Avatar: I didn't realize you were so obedient and...conscientious.
 * Henry: Heck, I always obey orders! Well, except for stupid ones like "don't fight the enemy". If someone tried to tell me that, I'd cut 'em in half and feed them to the crows!
 * Avatar: I...see... Well! We wouldn't want that happening to me, eh? Ha ha! ...Ha.
 * Henry: Hey, you're looking a little pale and sweaty there. Everything okay?
 * Avatar: Oh, n-never mind that! I have another task for you. Would you help me organize my library of strategy books? I've accumulated so many recently, I just can't keep track of them.
 * Henry: You got it!

C Support

 * Henry: ......
 * Avatar: Henry? What are you doing? ...Why are you all hunched over? Are you unwell? Is your stomach... Oh, gods, are you hurt?! Somebody, HELP! Henry's been<—
 * Henry: Hey-o, Avatar! What's all the ruckus?
 * Avatar: Wait, you're...okay? You were all crouched down and quiet... I thought you were wracked with pain.
 * Henry: Nya ha ha! Nope! I'm completely fine.
 * Avatar: Ah, well, that's a relief... But, then, what were you doing?
 * Henry: Guess I was having way too much fun playing with this to notice you come in...
 * Avatar: What is it, some kind of—AAAAAAAAH!
 * Henry: Don't worry. It's perfectly safe! *poke, poke* See? Dead as a doornail.
 * Avatar: An arm?! A disembodied Risen arm?! Ew... Did you bring it back from the battlefield?
 * Henry: Yep. I was interested in seeing what makes them tick. I thought I'd perform a little dissection and get some "inside" information. Hey, why don't you examine it with me? Maybe we can discover some new weaknesses!
 * Avatar: Ugh! D-don't wave that thing in my face! I don't want it anywhere near me.
 * Henry: Suit yourself! Now where did I put that finger...?

B Support

 * Henry: Lah-di-da, do-di-doh, ♪ fee-fi-fo-fum, bom bom bom... ♪
 * Avatar: Henry, what are you drawing in the soil? A magic sigil? Do you mind me asking what it's for? I must say it looks rather sinister...
 * Henry: Aw, Avatar, you worry too much. It isn't sinister at all! Not one bit! I'm just going to use it to summon an army of Risen.
 * Avatar: Wh-what?!
 * Henry: If I get it to work, we can have them all fight on our behalf! Then we can sip tea for the rest of the war and collect the accolades once it's over.
 * Avatar: Well I understand the idea in theory. It could reduce casualties on our side... But there is one slight problem... Have you given any thought to how you'll control these soulless warriors?
 * Henry: Oh, they can't be controlled. You just let them loose to attack anything that moves. But we'll be safe so long as I draw the sigils far enough away from camp.
 * Avatar: WE might be safe, but won't they turn on local villages, wreacking death and mayhem?
 * Henry: Yeah, probably. Would be surprising if they didn't, actually. Still, we'd win the battle.
 * Avatar: Unacceptable. We cannot sacrifice innocent lives for the sake of victory.
 * Henry: See, now you're just not thinking logically. We've killed countless people in this war-- what's a few more souls on the ledger?
 * Avatar: Those deaths were necessary. We had to kill our foes or be killed ourselves. But killing the enemy isn't the same as sacrificing innocents for victory.
 * Henry: Seems like an arbitrary line to me... But all right. You're the tactician! No more unholy summoning sigils.
 * Avatar: Good.

A Support

 * Avatar: Henry, I wanted to congratulate you on that last battle.
 * Henry: Oh?
 * Avatar: Yes. especially when those Risen appeared out of nowhere. You placed the village at your back, even though it was tactically disadvantageous. By holding the line, you saved the lives of countless civilians.
 * Henry: Yeah, well, you said we shouldn't sacrifice innocents to win a battle.
 * Avatar: I know what I said, but I was surprised you'd taken it to heart.
 * Henry: Heh, I just do what I'm told.
 * Avatar: I didn't realize you were so obedient and...conscientious.
 * Henry: Heck, I always obey orders! Well, except for stupid ones like "don't fight the enemy". If someone tried to tell me that, I'd cut 'em in half and feed them to the crows!
 * Avatar: I...see... Well! We wouldn't want that happening to me, eh? Ha ha! ...Ha.
 * Henry: Hey, you're looking a little pale and sweaty there. Everything okay?
 * Avatar: Oh, n-never mind that! I have another task for you. Would you help me organize my library of strategy books? I've accumulated so many recently, I just can't keep track of them.
 * Henry: You got it!

S Support

 * Henry: Hey, Avatar. I'm done mending those tents! What should I do next?
 * Avatar: Well, let's see. You've sorted my books, swept the floor, checked the weapons... I do believe that's absolutely everything. Thank you so much for the help.
 * Henry: Yeah, okay... But what should I do now?
 * Avatar: Well, I guess you're free to go and do whatever you want.
 * Henry: Oh, really? In that case, I'll stay right here and hang out with you.
 * Avatar: Um, you will?
 * Henry: It's fun being around you, Avatar. And I especially love doing your chores.
 * Avatar: Ha! Well, I enjoy your company, too, Henry.
 * Henry: ...But when I say it's "fun" being with you, I mean it's... kind of special.
 * Avatar: Huh? I'm confused, Henry. It's not like you to be so oblique.
 * Henry: Nya ha! I know, right? What's got into me? Here, this is what I'm talking about...
 * Avatar: You're giving me a ring? ...A very sinister-looking ring?
 * Henry: Oh, don't mind the skulls and snakes carved in it. It's not cursed or anything. I could never curse anyone I liked as much as I like you... It's an engagement ring that I picked out special. I want us to get married!
 * Avatar: This is... unexpected.
 * Henry: Nya ha! You didn't think I'd do something like this without someone ordering me, huh? But it's abso-tively posi-lutely my own idea. So what do you say?
 * Avatar: I accept, Henry. I accept wholeheartedly. You may not have cursed me, but I seem to have fallen under your spell...
 * Henry: Yes!
 * Avatar: But you must promise me we'll be together forever.
 * Henry: Oh, you can count on me. I always do as I'm told!
 * Henry: I'll love you with every ounce of my blood, until I die. Ooh... when do you think that'll be?

C Support

 * Lissa: *Yaaawn*
 * Henry: You getting enough sleep, Lissa? You look pretty bushed.
 * Lissa: (groans) No, not nearly enough! I'm exhausted!
 * Henry: If you don't rest up before a battle, you might find yourself resting up in a grave.
 * Lissa: I know, it's just… I keep lying in bed thinking about fighting the next fight. And then I think about Emm, and about… Argh! It's all too much! I'm sick of all this stupid grief and mourning! And I'm tired of people dying! I don't even want our ENEMIES to die anymore, Henry. I'm just…tired.
 * Henry: (laughs) That does seem like a problem. War is killing and death, ya know? Keeping the people you care about alive means making the other guy dead.
 * Lissa: (sighs) My head knows that, but my heart is still having a hard time. I wish I was as tough as you, Henry. These sleepless nights are killing me…
 * Henry: Well then, lemme help you! Give me a little time and I'll have you sleeping like a baby.
 * Lissa: Oh, wow. I'd give anything for one night of pure, dreamless sleep.
 * Henry: Nya ha ha! Just leave it to ol' Henry!

B Support

 * Henry: So, did you get over your insomnia, Lissa?
 * Lissa: Yep! As soon as I close my eyes, I'm out like a candle. I don't know what changed, but I'm super glad it did!
 * Henry: Nya ha ha! Just a little touch of Henry's Super Sleepy-Time Magic! …The nonlethal version.
 * Lissa: Really? That was you? Aw, thank you, Henry.
 * Henry: (laughs) Always happy to lend a helping curse!
 * Lissa: I suppose it WOULD be a curse, huh? That can't be healthy, long term… And what do you have to do to set it up? Some kind of weird ceremony?
 * Henry: (sighs) Oh, it's not so much trouble, really… Hardest part is probably finding fresh sacrifices every time.
 * Lissa: …Sacrifices?
 * Henry: Yup! I usually just use birds or something.
 * Lissa: (gasps in shock) STOP! You can't go robbing poor little birdies of their lives for something like this! I'd rather go sleepless than live with that sort of guilt!
 * Henry: (groans) First you don't want any allies or enemies to die, and now BIRDIES are off the table? …You're a strange one, Lissa.
 * Lissa: (grimaces) I'M the strange one?! You're one to talk! Look, I'll find a solution on my own, no cute creature deaths required! So no more curses! Got it?!
 * Henry: As you please!

A Support

 * Henry: Wow. You look pretty wobbly there, Lissa. Still having trouble in slumberland?
 * Lissa: (groans) *Yaaawn* Yes! And the more I worry over it, the worse it gets.
 * Henry: You're suuuuuuuure you don't want me to grant you a little curse or two? You'll run yourself ragged at this rate. You need your rest!
 * Lissa: Thanks anyway, Henry. It really is sweet of you to keep offering.
 * Henry: (laughs) Nya ha ha! Me? Sweet? That's a new one. Besides, you're the one who's always concerned about people dying and stuff. I don't know how you do it, honestly. I couldn't go a week!
 * Lissa: (giggles) Heh heh, thanks. You're making me blush… Or…maybe just…dizzy?
 * Henry: (opens eyes in shock) Ack! Lissa!
 * Lissa: S-sorry… Kind of lost my balance there… Thanks for catching me, Henry.
 * Henry: Easy peasy. Any time!
 * Lissa: (sighs) Mmm… You're so warm. It's nice… Relaxing… Zzzzzzz… (falls asleep)
 * Henry: Um, Lissa? Nya ha! Guess I'm not going anywhere for a little while. You're pretty warm, yourself. Now I'm… *yaaawn* I'm getting all sleepy, too…

S Support

 * Lissa: Hey, Henry?
 * Henry: Hey-o! Need your human pillow again?
 * Lissa: Tee hee! If you don't mind?
 * Henry: Course I don't!
 * Lissa: Mmm, you're always so warm and cozy… Thanks for putting up with this all the time...
 * Henry: Hey, it feels pretty nice for me, too. Any excuse to be closer to you...
 * Lissa: (blushes lightly) W-wait, are you saying...
 * Henry: (laughs) I am! Let's get married! Nya ha ha!
 * Lissa: But...
 * Henry: (sighs) What, you don't want to? I though we were both on the same page here!
 * Lissa: (pouts) N-no! It's not that I don't want to! I mean, I really care about you… (closes eyes) It's just… I don't know, you tossed it out there so casually. You didn't even ask! Maybe you could set the mood first?
 * Henry: (laughs) I'm not much of a mood guy, I'm afraid, unless we're talking gruesome bloodshed… Well, how about this: I did get you a ring! Will that work?
 * Lissa: (raises an eyelid and giggles) Aww… That'll work just fine.
 * Henry: All right! Here you go, then...
 * Lissa: Oh, thank you, Henry. I look forward to a lifetime's worth of sweet dreams with you!
 * Henry: I feel like I'm dreamin' already, nya ha!

C Support

 * Frederick: HENRY! CAN YOU HEAR ME?!
 * Henry: Oh, hey, Frederick! What's up?
 * Frederick: You were absent at today's training session!
 * Henry: (groans mockingly) Training session? First I've heard of it!
 * Frederick: Surely you recall Chrom reminding everyone in his address to the troops yesterday?
 * Henry: (laughs sheepishly) Ooooooooooooh, THAT training session! It must have slipped my mind.
 * Frederick: (closes eyes) Then you weren't absent due to injury or illness?
 * Henry: I WISH I had an awesome illness, but no. I'm right as rain.
 * Frederick: (sighs) That's good to hear. However, I'm quite disappointed you missed the session. Being prepared for battle is a matter of life and death.
 * Henry: Aw, don't worry about me, Frederick. I'm not going to die so easily!
 * Frederick: What makes you, out of all your comrades, so uniquely immune to war's perils?
 * Henry: (giggles) Oh, you know. Stuff and things.
 * Frederick: (frowns) I do NOT know! Training is essential for all soldiers, and that includes you!
 * Henry: Okay, fine! Geez, careful not to twist your smallclothes there…
 * Frederick: (gasps) H-Henry? Where are you going? I'm not finished with you yet!
 * Henry: I'm going to the training ground! Want to join me?
 * Frederick: Me?
 * Henry: (laughs heartily) Nya ha ha! Just kidding!
 * Frederick: (frowns) About going to train? Or inviting me along?
 * Henry: (laughs) Hmm… You know, I'm not even sure myself. Welp, see you around!
 * Frederick: Henry, wait! Are you going to train or not? It's a matter of life and death!
 * (Exit Henry)
 * Frederick: (sighs) Bah! What an aggravating young man!

B Support

 * Frederick: HIYARGH! GARH!
 * Henry: (chuckles) Working up quite a sweat there, eh, Frederick?
 * Frederick: Ah. Hello, Henry. Have you come to train at long last?
 * Henry: Oh, no! Just to watch.
 * Frederick: (sighs) Such an attitude ill serves a Shepherd. Come, let us train together.
 * Henry: Why did you spend so much time training, anyway? It looks exhausting!
 * Frederick: Because I know that anything can happen on the battlefield. I do not want my dying thought yo be "if only I had trained a little harder."
 * Henry: I want my dying thought to be about blood! …Or maybe ichor.
 * Frederick: (smiles) Enough chitchat! Fetch a wooden shield, and take some swings at me.
 * Henry: (groans mockingly) No need. I'm not going to die anyway. But good luck with that!
 * Frederick: HALT! You shall not escape my watchful gaze today!
 * Henry: Whoa, easy there, Frederick! You're bruising my arm! …Oooo, look at the colors!
 * Frederick: Enough dillydallying! Let's train! One, two…together! HIYARGH! GARH!
 * Henry: (sighs) …Aw, man. I knew I shouldn't have come here.
 * Frederick: What did you say?!
 * Henry: (smiles widely) Oh, nothing. But I suppose a bit of practice won't hurt.

A Support

 * Frederick: Ah, Henry. Have you come to join me in training again?
 * Henry: Yeah, I was kinda bored, so why not?
 * Frederick: You feign nonchalance, yet you attended every one of our training sessions recently.
 * Henry: Yeah, I know. It's funny, but I'm actually starting to enjoy it! …Sort of.
 * Frederick: (closes eyes) Listen close, Henry. I have something I would tell you...
 * Henry: (raises eyebrows) Yes?
 * Frederick: *Sniff* Wh-when you say that, it fills my heart with happiness!
 * Henry: (trills in surprise) H-hey, Frederick! Easy with the bear hugs! These little bones might snap like… Oh, whoa! Are you CRYING?!
 * Frederick: Tears of joy, my young friend! For at last you are a devoted and committed soldier!
 * Henry: (giggles) I always WAS!
 * Frederick: Continue this hard work, and you will win the respect and praise of everyone in the army.
 * Henry: You really think people notice what I do around here? 'Cause I doubt it. I mean, what kind of things do they say about me now?
 * Frederick: (chuckles) I'm sure if we were to ask Chrom, he'd say you are his most trusted lieutenant. You are the hope of the future and the greatest prospect this army has.
 * Henry: (laughs) Nya ha ha! If you lay it on any thicker, I'll be smothered to death! But I'm not training to make myself look good in front of my comrades, you know?
 * Frederick: Then why, pray tell?
 * Henry: Well, because the more I practice, the more stuff I'm able to do. I like being good at lots of things.
 * Frederick: And that's sufficient motivation to put yourself through this torture?
 * Henry: (dubious look crosses his face) It's not torture! It's fun! Now I can sneak up behind foes really easily, and my curses work better, too.
 * Frederick: (gasps) I-I see. I'm glad you enjoy it… when I find it so…difficult.
 * Henry: I can't believe anyone ever complains about training. What's so hard about it?
 * Frederick: Perhaps if you train enough, you will learn the meaning of work and self-sacrifice. Come then! Let us grow strong together!
 * Henry: Hey, sure! I've got nothing else going on today.

C Support

 * Sully: Hey, Henry.
 * Henry: Hi, Sully! Need something?
 * Sully: Just wanted to chat, if you have a second. I'm still not completely sure how we wound up with a Plegian mage in our camp. Er, but don't get me wrong! I'm happy you're slinging spells from our side.
 * Henry: Happy to help! Just point me at the enemy, and I'll curse 'em to gooey bits. Pchew pchew pchew! Nya ha ha!
 * Sully: ...Right. You specialize in that dark-magic stuff, don't you? So, what's the deal? Can you really take an enemy out with just a curse?
 * Henry: Yep! Sure can. Just takes a liiittle bit of time and planning. What about you? Ever curse anybody?
 * Sully: A knight is honor bound to face her enemy in fair and honest combat. I would never resort to such dirty, underhanded means! Hmm... But the enemy might... Say, Henry? I got a favor to ask. I need you to slap a curse on me sometime. No big deal, whatever's easiest.
 * Henry: Absolutely! I'll need a pound of flesh, seven fingernails, and your left kidney. Nya ha ha! I jest. A single hair will do just fine.
 * Sully: *Pluck* Here ya go.
 * Henry: Yay! I'll start working on this little guy so we can get you all cursed up.
 * Sully: You're awfully sunny for a dark mage.

B Support

 * Sully: Mnnngh... Ch-chest...burning! F-fever...rising! C-can't...breathe!
 * Henry: Oh! Oh, oh, oh. It looks like sooomeone got cursed! Yaaay!
 * Sully: Hngh... H-Henry?
 * Henry: Nya ha ha! One tailor-made curse, just as requested. I finally got one to take. And it was no easy task, you big overachiever, you!
 * Sully: C-call it off... P-please...
 * Henry: What, already?
 * Sully: Grkk... HURRY!
 * Henry: You got it. *Mumble, mumble* *hiss* ...All done!
 * Sully: *Cough* Whew... It felt like I was dying.
 * Henry: That's 'cause you WERE! ...You totally still had five or six solid minutes left, though.
 * Sully: The curse was fatal?!
 * Henry: Well, it wasn't going to be at first, but it turns out you've got buckets of willpower. Like I said, none of the little ones took. So I had to bump the stakes up a teensy bit. Hope ya don't mind!
 * Sully: You're crazy! But I'm even crazier for having asked for the damn thing... So wait a second. What do you mean about the first curses not taking? Does that have to do with strength or willpower or something?
 * Henry: Yep yep! That's it, all right. I can curse till I'm blue in the face, but if their will's stronger than mine? Pbbt.
 * Sully: Which means that you were eventually able to overcome my will... Thanks, Henry. I think I've got more training to do than I thought.
 * Henry: Aw, don't fret! You're the toughest nut I ever cracked, and I've cracked a lot. Hey, you wanna go again? I've got the cutest little death altar all set up...
 * Sully: I'll let you know.

A Support

 * Sully: Hyaaa! ...HAH!
 * Henry: *Grunt* Yeow!
 * Sully: Oh, crap! Henry! Sorry about that! I didn't mean to hit you! Are you hurt? I didn't see you there.
 * Henry: Aw, shucks. Just a little elbow to the face! No harm done. No sense crying over a bloody nose. Nya ha ha! ...Ooh, blood.
 * Sully: You know, I can't remember seeing you get upset. Not even a little.
 * Henry: I can't remember BEING upset. Folks here are so nice, and even bad guys are pretty great when they splatter. When life gives ya lemons, use 'em to ward off scurvy. That's what I say!
 * Sully: No anger, no frustration, an unusually upbeat attitude... I'm starting to see how you beat me in the willpower department. I've got all kinds of anger and frustration flying around. It's tough to keep 'em in check.
 * Henry: Aw, you're going to make me blush. I'm nothing special.
 * Sully: I think it's your humility that I envy the most, actually. I feel like I'm always in a desperate struggle against my own pride.
 * Henry: Yeah, but you're a knight, right? You kind of HAVE to be prideful. You've got goals and focus and honor and stuff. Can't have that without pride. I think that's super great, myself! I've never had anything like that.
 * Sully: ...Heh. Thanks, Henry.

S Support

 * Sully: Grrrah! ...YAH!
 * Henry: Training again? I'll keep my distance this time.
 * Sully: I've got a long ways to go if I hope to stave off your curses.
 * Henry: Does building an iron body make your will stronger too?
 * Sully: Ability honed through training gives me confidence, which in turn grants willpower. At least, that's the plan.
 * Henry: Sounds like a good one to me!
 * Sully: You know, I was really shaken up when you were able to curse me. At first I thought I was just bitter, but I'm not sure anymore. I think there's another reason you always overwhelm me...
 * Henry: Nya ha ha! Guess you better do with a few more reps then, huh?
 * Sully: Ha! An iron will won't help with this.
 * Henry: Aw, Sully. You're getting all mushy on me, aren't you?
 * Sully: No, it's just... Well, yes, actually. Kind of. Look, you're always cheerful and confident, and that appeals to me. All right?
 * Henry: Oh, wow! That's great. Because I think you're pretty special too. So is now a good time to skip on down to the market for a ring?
 * Sully: ......
 * Henry: Hey, tomorrow works if that's better. Wait, did I say something wrong?
 * Sully: Is there NOTHING that can faze you? I just proposed, and you didn't even flinch. I'll just have to train harder than I thought if I want to get the drop on you.
 * Henry: The fighting kind of training, or the loooooove kind?
 * Sully: Oh, your eyes are gonna bug out when you see what I've got planned.
 * Henry: Really? I made a pegasus knight's eyes do that once. I drew pictures! Wanna see?

C Support

 * Miriel: Many thanks for your fortuitous assistance the other day.
 * Henry: Nya ha ha! No problem! But talk about your strange days! When I saw that big snake on your hat, I thought he was a pet.
 * Miriel: The shade under the tree was pleasant, and my book terribly absorbing. Therefore, I failed to notice when the creature undulated down to my position.
 * Henry: Good thing I came along when I did, or he'd have chomped your face but good.
 * Miriel: An ophidian of that size is not capable of "chomping a face." However, I am curious how you managed to dispatch the creature. You did not clasp it in your hand, nor cast any spell I could fathom.
 * Henry: It was a curse. If I'd used a tome spell, you'd have been in the line of fire, too.
 * Miriel: A curse? Ah, yes. Dark thaumaturgy not based on this world's elemental forms. I would like to study this skillset further, if I may.
 * Henry: Why? Do you have someone you want to curse?
 * Miriel: I'm interested in how such hexes are conjured and the theory behind them.
 * Henry: You always have to know exactly how things work, huh? Want a demonstration? I could turn Avatar into a toad or something.
 * Miriel: No. The experiment is not of such import that our comrades need be imperiled.
 * Henry: But it wouldn't be forever! Just a few days at the most.
 * Miriel: If we were suddenly called to battle, a toad tactician would be most disadvantageous.
 * Henry: Oh yeah. I hadn't thought about that. Well, maybe I could cast a different kind of hex.
 * Miriel: So long as the risk is within acceptable parameters.

B Support

 * Henry: I'm sorry, Miriel. But I can't show you any more curses.
 * Miriel: How disappointing. My research is nearly ready for peer review.
 * Henry: Yeah, well, Avatar got mad at me. He/She said I'm not allowed to randomly curse people anymore. Pfft.
 * Miriel: Fortunately, I've already collected enough data to posit a tentative theory of hexing.
 * Henry: You have? That's great! I cast hexes all the time, and I've never come up with ONE theory about them.
 * Miriel: Hex casting is the art of unleashing magic through a series of movements. It is the ritual that grants efficacy, rather than tomes or staves.
 * Henry: Well, yeah, sure. I just never thought it was all that exciting.
 * Miriel: Even more fascinating is the extent of your own thaumaturgic energy. If my calculations are correct, you are able to release huge quantities of magical force.
 * Henry: Nya ha ha! Oh, stop it, Miriel! You'll make me blush. Although it's pretty much true. When it comes to hexing folks, I'm the master. Why, this one time at mage camp, I killed 100 people with one curse!
 * Miriel: I am not privy to the location of this "mage camp." And when exactly did this catastrophe take place?
 * Henry: Er, I don't remember when. ...Or where exactly. But it totally could have happened.
 * Miriel: In any case, I am most anxious to investigate the extent of your powers. Will you permit me to carry out additional tests and observations?
 * Henry: Sure! You can watch me in action for as long as you like.

A Support

 * Henry: *Sigh* Aw, dang it. Failed again! This is harder than I thought.
 * Miriel: You seem vexed, Henry. Is something amiss?
 * Henry: Well, you know that town we passed through a few days ago? I saw a pregnant lady on the main street with a load of cheese and fruit in her arms. She looked pretty tired and worn out, so I stopped to help her carry her wares.
 * Miriel: I am told perturiency can indeed be a most trying experience.
 * Henry: Right?! Anyway, the more I thought about it, the more I realized pregnancy is dumb. So I'm planning to help the mothers of the world by inventing a special curse. I'm gonna create a hex that conjures new kids right out of thin air!
 * Miriel: Fascinating.
 * Henry: So if the curse is going to work, I need a ritual that can generate new life force. But I can't find even one. Who knew it would be so hard, when killing is so easy?
 * Miriel: The process of creating life is imbued with mystery and wonder. Many wise sages have tried to fathom the secret without success.
 * Henry: Gosh. If you and the old wise men don't know how it's done, what hope do I have?
 * Miriel: I would say the odds are remote indeed. Still, with so much as yet unknown, it may prove an intriguing field of study.
 * Henry: Say, if you're as curious as me, why don't we study it together?
 * Miriel: A most meritorious suggestion.

S Support

 * Henry: Hello, Miriel. How's your research into the whole life-creation thing coming along?
 * Miriel: Poorly. It appears this is one mystery that will not easily surrender its secrets.
 * Henry: Yeah, I haven't had much luck myself. Except for one idea...
 * Miriel: Please, enlighten me.
 * Henry: Chrom married a woman and had a child, right? So I was thinking you and me could marry and... you know, see what happens.
 * Miriel: Fascinating... By experiencing the creation of life firsthand, we might learn to replicate it. That kind of immersion research could lend itself to a substantial breakthrough. But are you willing to engage in such a long-term endeavor?
 * Henry: Sure! I think you're the bee's knees!
 * Miriel: I find that term difficult to quantify.
 * Henry: Well, how's this? I'm completely smitten with you. Research or not, I know I want to spend my life with you. So how about it? Do you feel the same way?
 * Miriel: I have noticed clammy skin and increased heart palpitations in your presence of life.
 * Henry: That sounds like a yes to me! ...Oh, and here. Take this.
 * Miriel: Ah, A ring.
 * Henry: If you wear it, it means we're promised to each other forever and ever!
 * Miriel: ...Fascinating. The palpitations have returned.
 * Henry: Well, if you're happy, then I'm thrilled! And even if our experiment with creating life doesn't pan out, I'm okay with that.
 * Miriel: I see no reason to abandon the research because of an espousal.

C Support

 * Sumia: Oh no, oh no... What do I do now?
 * Henry: Hey-o, Sumia! What's shaking? I heard some almight smash over here!
 * Sumia: I was carrying this huge stack of bowls, and I tripped on... well, something, and—
 * Henry: Nya ha ha! Looked at all the smashed crockery! That's hilarious!
 * Sumia: Ugh! What am I going to do? How is everyone going to eat?! I can't just pour the soup in a trough and make them share! Or maybe I could...?
 * Henry:  Hey, no need for the soup buffet. I can fix the bowls.
 * Sumia: Really? But how?
 * Henry: I'm a mage! I just wave my wand and mutter a little incantation... Humina humina humina... Presto! The busted bowls are busted no more!
 * Sumia: Holy snap! That's amazing!
 * Henry: Yeah, it's just a temporary hex, unfortunately. Tomorrow they'll be in pieces again. But at least folks won't have to eat out of their hats tonight.
 * Sumia: N-no, that's fine! This gives me time to buy new ones tomorrow. It's funny, I used to think magic was all scary and weird, but I guess not.
 * Henry: Oh, that spell can certainly be used for evil. All it does is reverse time. See, so if something bad happens to someone and you cast it on them... They have to experience that same tragedy over and over again! Nya ha!
 * Sumia: Oh, that sounds horrible!
 * Henry: I know, right? It is! Nya ha ha!

B Support

 * Sumia: Thank you again for the help with the bowls, Henry.
 * Henry: No problem! Us dark mages love to help others.
 * Sumia: It was just like you said—those fixed bowls ended up falling apart again.
 * Henry: Yeah... Even crockery cannot escape the blood-soaked hand of fate.
 * Sumia: Um, gross? Anyway, I think it's great you use hexes to help people instead of... Well, whatever nasty thing you could be doing.
 * Henry: Nya ha! Yeah, it feels pretty great to be able to help others.
 * Sumia: You know, you could do all kinds of things with that reverse-time spell. Like, revive dead crops, or mend broken arrows during battle, or...whatever!
 * Henry: Saaay, I could, couldn't I? I like the way you think, Sumia! Those are some hex-cellent ideas!
 * Sumia: Gosh, do you really think so? I don't normally have good ideas. Most of them are awful, to be honest. I'm not a magic genius like you.
 * Henry: Would you maybe want to try your hand at a little...dark magic?
 * Sumia: Well, I have always kind of wondered what it would be like...
 * Henry: Say no more! ...Er, but give me a little time to get things ready. Next time we meet, you'll be flinging spells like a pro!
 * Sumia: You'd do that for me?
 * Henry: Of course! I always wanted to ride a pegasus, after all.
 * Sumia: Waaait. What kind of hex are you planning here?
 * Henry: Nya ha ha! You'll see!

A Support

 * Henry: H-Henry! Wh-what's happening? What have you done to me?!
 * Sumia: Isn't it obvious? You're me, and I'm you! Clever curse, eh?
 * Henry: AAAAAARGH!
 * Sumia: Whoa! Careful with my vocal chords there! Besides, you're the one who wanted ot cast spells, right?
 * Henry: This is NOT what I had in mind!
 * Sumia: Well, you're about as magic as an old sock, so this was the only way. And while you cast some hexes, I'm going to ride your pegasus all over camp! Woo-hoo! I'm gonna swoop down on people and drop stuff on their heads!
 * Henry: B-but, wh-what if you fall off?! You might hurt me!
 * Sumia: Pfft! You fall on your face 10 times a day! This body is made of rubber.
 * Henry: Okay, but what about YOUR body? It seems pretty flimsy, to be honest. What if I trip into a ditch and snap these little chicken legs of yours?
 * Sumia: Well, if you're THAT worried about it, I guess we can switch back...
 * Henry: I think that would be for the best. I'm sorry to disappoint you.
 * Sumia: Hey, no worries! This bodice is kind of freaking me out anyway. Okay, here goes... KA-BLAMMMO!
 * Henry: ...There. All better.
 * Sumia: That was...weird.
 * Henry: You didn't get to spin any dark magic, though. Aren't you disappointed?
 * Sumia: No. It was a bad idea in the first place. What if I'd cursed you by mistake? What if I'd turned your guts into pudding or whatever it is you dark mages do?
 * Henry: That would have been awesome! But still, I'm glad you're worried about me.
 * Sumia: You're a good friend, Henry. Of course I'm worried.
 * Henry: Aw, thanks, Sumia. Next time, I'll make sure to look out for you.
 * Sumia: We're not going to switch bodies again, are we?
 * Henry: Of course we are! I haven't had a chance to ride your pegasus yet!

S Support

 * Sumia: Well? how did you enjoy your first pegasus ride?
 * Henry: Ohmigosh! First it was like…WOOO! And then we were like…PSHAAAW!
 * Sumia: I'm happy I could help.
 * Henry: Er, but when I was borrowing your body, I noticed something…funny.
 * Sumia: Funny…?
 * Henry: Your heart was racing constantly! I felt giddy and dizzy at the same time. I think you should see a healer soon. What if you have a murmur?
 * Sumia: (blushes) Um, actually, Henry, what I have can't be fixed by a healer.
 * Henry: Oh, and I also noticed it gets a lot worse when you're around me. Now, it could be a systemic cardiovascular issue, but I'm thinking—
 * Sumia: It's not that. Think hard, and I believe you'll figure it out.
 * Henry: (chortles) …… Oh, wow… I get it now. We have the exact same ailment!
 * Sumia: We do?
 * Henry: I think you're amazing, Sumia, and when you're around, my heart goes nuts. So…it sounds like maybe you've got the same thing going on, right?
 * Sumia: I know it's a bit odd, but I think I've fallen in love with you, Henry.
 * Henry: (laughs) Great! That means I didn't waste my money buying you that ring!
 * Sumia: Ring? Oh my goodness! How did that get on my finger?
 * Henry: I bought it when I took over your body. It made the fitting a breeze!
 * Sumia: (gasps) You wanted to borrow my body so you could check my ring size?! B-but the jeweller might think I'm a pathetic spinster buying her own ring!
 * Henry: Oh, yeah. He definitely thinks that. Anyway, do you like it?
 * Sumia: (sighs) Of course I do, Henry. It's beautiful. You've cast the best hex of all… And I couldn't be happier!

C Support

 * Ricken: Hi, Henry! Thanks so much for coming to my rescue the other day.
 * Henry: Sure! It's what I do.
 * Ricken: Having a mighty mage like you in our ranks makes me feel a lot safer. Good thing for us you aren't fighting for the other side.
 * Henry: Well, I used to work for Gangrel, so if you hadn't defeated him, who knows? You and I might have been squaring up on the ol' battlefield. Nya ha ha!
 * Ricken: I didn't know you were with the Plegian army!
 * Henry: Oh? I thought word had gotten around. Yeah, Gangrel was toppled before I got the chance to fight any real battles. A shame, too. It would've been fun to face off against the Shepherds!
 * Ricken: But we're the good guys...
 * Henry: Oh. Chrom and Frederick are nice soldiers and all, but I wager I could take them both!
 * Ricken: Henry! That's treason!
 * Henry: Is not.
 * Ricken: W-well, even if it isn't, people might get the wrong idea. They'll start thinking you ARE an enemy, and then we'll end up fighting for real.
 * Henry: Neat! We could see whose magic is stronger.
 * Ricken: HENRY! You're my ally! I don't want to fight you. Besides, if we were mortal foes, we wouldn't be able to talk like this.
 * Henry: Weeell, I guess it's kinda fun being on the same side as you... All right. I guess I'll stick with the Shepherds—for now, at least.
 * Ricken: I should hope so!

B Support

 * Ricken: Hey, Henry?
 * Henry: What?
 * Ricken: Remember a while ago, when you told me that you served under Gangrel? It made me wonder... Have you fought against anyone you knew?
 * Henry: Yeah, sure! You've cut down a few of my former comrades. You interested in who they were? Lemme see if I can recall... Well, there's Vasto. I liked him! Always ready with a joke or quip.
 * Ricken: That guy?! He tried to stop us when we headed east that one time.
 * Henry: He was really excited about that posting—it was his first major command. Ha! He used to talk about his mother all the time. "Best knitter in Plegia," he'd say!
 * Ricken: Oh. That's...nice.
 * Henry: Then there was Mustafa. He always gave me a bag of peaches whenever I visited. He said I reminded him of his son and that I should consider myself part of his family.
 * Ricken: ......
 * Henry: Oh! And Campari used to make little birdhouses for homeless—
 * Ricken: Actually, Henry? I don't think I want to know about your comrades after all.
 * Henry: Aw! I thought you were interested.
 * Ricken: I was, but now everyone seems more...normal than I expected. They're not maniacs or monsters. They're just like us, except they're dead.
 * Henry: Yep. Dead as driftwood, they are. And it was you Shepherds who killed 'em! Their friends and families are probably still crying their eyes out.
 * Ricken: .......
 * Henry: What's wrong?
 * Ricken: Henry, it's my job to kill Plegian soldiers... So I have to believe they deserve to die. But now you've reminded me that they aren't faceless blobs with axes. They have friends, and families, and... H-how am I going to fight them if I know that? What if I hesitate?
 * Henry: You're weird. I don't see the problem here at all.
 * Ricken: Now, it's all right, Henry. It was my fault for asking.

A Support

 * Ricken: Henry, can I ask you a question?
 * Henry: Judging by your expression, I'd say it's a serious one. Nya ha ha!
 * Ricken: Er... Do you remember when we talked about the Plegian soldiers we've killed? And how some of them used to be your comrades and friends? Don't you...resent us?
 * Henry: Resent you? Shucks no. What good would that do?
 * Ricken: Um, none, I suppose. It wouldn't be good for anyone, you included.
 * Henry: Exactly! So I decided not to.
 * Ricken: But how can you just brush it off like that? If I were cut down in battle tomorrow, would you just shrug and carry on?
 * Henry: No! I'd be very sad and angry. And I'd find out who did it, hunt them down, and exact bloody revenge! ...Oh yes. There would be blood.
 * Ricken: But you just said you don't resent us and there's no point in holding grudges.
 * Henry: Oh yeah, I DID say that! I wonder what the difference is...
 * Ricken: Er, are you asking me?
 * Henry: When I was with Plegia, I didn't think much about this kind of thing. Maybe because in that army, I didn't have real friends like I do here.
 * Ricken: Do you think of me as a friend?
 * Henry: I guess, sure. Honestly, I'm not much good with touchy-feely stuff. You know what I'd rather talk about? The next battle!
 * Ricken: I guess it wouldn't be bad to plan a little strategy. In the end, victory is the only thing that can justify all this death...

C Support

 * Maribelle: I am so weary of this gods-forsaken war. Every time we turn around, Risen are tearing some poor village apart. Ah, I fear this will all get darker before we finally spy the dawn. (chuckles) And yet, look at this flower still finding a way to bloom amidst the devastation. *Sniff* It brings a tear to the eye to see such a fragile thing struggle to the light. What a good flower you are. Stay strong now, little one.
 * (Enter Henry)
 * Henry: Hi there, Maribelle! You all right?
 * Maribelle: (gasps) ACK! Henry?! H-how long have you been standing there?
 * Henry: Oh, I dunno! Since before you launched into that soliloquy, anyway.
 * Maribelle:: Eavesdropping is a shameful habit, sir. And on a lady, no less! Were you birthed in a barn?
 * Henry: Aw, but it's fun listening to you mumble! You say all kinds of crazy stuff. I really liked the last bit where you started chatting with the flower.
 * Maribelle: I was NOT chatting with the flower. I was remarking on the… That is to say… Oh, what's the use? You've caught me in the act, and that's that. Go on, then! Point and laugh. Take this chance to mock your social betters.
 * Henry: Mock you? Why? I do the same thing all the time. …Hmm? What's that, flower? *mumble, mumble* … Ooh! Okay, I'll tell her.
 * Maribelle: What in the WORLD are you doing?
 * Henry: Talking to the flower. She says she's very grateful that you spoke to her. Also, she says she'll stay strong as long as you do, too.
 * Maribelle: I appreciate the gesture, sir, but you don't have to feign madness for my sake.
 * Henry: I'm not feigning anything. I'm just really in touch with the natural world. I can talk to any living thing you want. Trees. Flowers. Maggots. Ooooooh… Maaaggots…
 * Maribelle: That is a remarkable talent, if a shade disturbing.

B Support

 * Henry: Hi, Maribelle. You look like a cat ate your favourite canary.
 * Maribelle: *Sniff* It's a fate far worse, I fear. My flower friend has withered and died.
 * Henry:Aww, guess it hasn't rained around here for weeks now, huh?
 * Maribelle: Henry, can you still…talk to her?
 * Henry: Nope! Only living stuff.
 * Maribelle: Yes, of course. How silly of me. She's dead, never to bloom again… It truly makes a woman think. Someday, on the battlefield, such could be my fate.
 * Henry: Basically. I mean, flowers die, people die… That's just how the world works.
 * Maribelle: Even so, the idea that I could be gone tomorrow? Or in the hour? Ghastly! We try to ignore the ever-present threat of death, but it's always there. And when you finally think about it, it's a black yawning pit of utter terror!
 * Henry: Meh, not to me. Everyone kicks the bucket at some point, so why fret?
 * Maribelle: Perhaps it's not so much death I fear as the pain of dying.
 * Henry: See, now that I can understand. But get this- I've got a special curse ready, see? Been working on it for a while now. If you're mortally wounded, it kills you off before you suffer any pain! Just…poof. Off ya go!
 * Maribelle: I see. And is this something you could perhaps cast on me?
 * Henry: Sure, yeah. Heck, I can do it right now if you say the word. Then you'll never have to fear the old boneyard again!
 * Maribelle: (chuckles) I declare, Henry, you have the strangest ways of putting people's minds at ease. And yet, I'm rather tempted to accept your offer.

A Support

 * Maribelle: Henry, do you have a moment? I've been watching you in our recent battles, and I noticed something…odd. No matter how fierce the fight becomes, you always have a smile on your face.
 * Henry: (laughs) Yep! I love fighting! Pshew Pshew!
 * Maribelle: (sighs) But as a mage, you go into battle with little armour and are often the first one targeted. You could be injured or killed in an eye blink, and yet still you smile!
 * Henry: It's 'cause I'm not scared, Maribelle. Fighting is actually pretty simple. I just have to kill the other guy before he has a chance to kill me.
 * Maribelle: Henry, sometimes I find it very difficult to understand you.
 * Henry: Yeah, I suppose most animals are supposed to fear death and stuff.
 * Maribelle: Animals...
 * Henry: (laughs heartily) But I'll tell you one thing-there's no reason to be sad about death. Everyone in this army is going to croak sooner or later—it's a matter of when. And at the end of it all, we'll be reunited again on the other side.
 * Maribelle: You think so?
 * Henry: …Oh, wait! Holy crows! I just had a really weird thought. That means all the foes we kill are gonna be over there, too. Aw, rats, I'm gonna have to kill them all over again!

S Support

 * Maribelle: Henry, weren't you injured in the last battle?
 * Henry: Who, me? No, I don't think so. Didn't see any blood, at least. And believe me, I always look reeeally closely.
 * Maribelle: (relieved gasp) That's good to hear. The part about being unharmed, at least.
 * Henry: Why the sudden concern?
 * Maribelle: Remember when you told me that you're not afraid of dying? Well, I've been watching you in battle, and I see it's no idle boast! I fear you may throw your life away on some rash act and that I might…lose you.
 * Henry: It's a definite possibility! We're fighting a war, after all.
 * Maribelle: Do not make light of my fears! I couldn't bear to lose you because—
 * Henry: Because then I couldn't cast that curse that lets you die without pain?
 * Maribelle: (face reddening a little) No! It's not about that! I mean. yes, I WOULD miss that, but it's not the reason.
 * Henry: (chuckles) Okay. So what is? Oh, wait! Lemme guess! You worry I wouldn't finish my toenail collection?
 * Maribelle: It's because I'm in love with you, you idiot man!
 * Henry: (gasps) Huh?!
 * Maribelle: (turns as red as a beetroot) Oh, my stars and garters. Did I really say that out loud?
 * Henry: Yeah, you said it out loud. Loudly! But don't be embarrassed, Maribelle. I think you're swell, too.
 * Maribelle: Oh, Henry. Is this true?
 * Henry: Yep. I want to be your knight in shining armor. …Blood-red shining armor! In fact, I'm hoping that we can spend the rest of our lives together. Which I guess is another way of saying that we should get married. Yay! …Wait. Aw, heck. I don't even have a ring ready or anything.
 * Maribelle: (chuckles) The ring can wait, silly. The answer is still yes.

C Support

 * Cordelia: (sighs) There. It took a while, but it's finished at last!
 * Henry: Hey-o, Cordelia! Whatcha makin' there? Is that a scarf?
 * Cordelia: Yes. Who knows when we might be called upon to battle in frigid conditions?
 * Henry: Neat! Plegia's all hot and sunny, so there's not much call for scarves. Hey, so I'm no expert, but isn't that more of a man's scarf?
 * Cordelia: Er, well, the scarf is actually an item that can be worn by either… Um… It's not for me. It's a present.
 * Henry: Oooh, lucky guy. I wish someone would make ME a nice cozy scarf!
 * Cordelia: Heh. Well, you can have this one, if you like it that much.
 * Henry: Huh? But what about the special fella you were gonna give it to? I don't want any angry boyfriend pounding on my tent flap in the dead of night!
 * Cordelia: Well, now that I think about it, the gift probably isn't such a good idea.
 * Henry: Aw, but it's so beautifully made! I'm sure he'd love it.
 * Cordelia: Yes, but I doubt his wife would.
 * Henry: (smile widens) Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooh. Say, what if the wife was dead? Could you give it to him then?
 * Cordelia: Henry, that's terrible! Never say that again! …… And any case, it's a moot point, because I'm giving it to you. …Thank you, Henry.
 * (Exit Cordelia)
 * Henry: (giggles) What a weirdo. Why'd she thank ME for taking HER present?!

B Support

 * Henry: (chuckles) Hey, Cordelia! Thanks again for the sweet scarf!
 * Cordelia: Not at all. I'm glad you like it. *siiiiiigh*
 * Henry: Uh-oh. Looks like someone's got a case of the bloody Mondays...
 * Cordelia: (sighs) Ew! …And I'm fine, really. Just indulging in a little self-pity.
 * Henry: That's kind of like making yourself sad on purpose, isn't it? You want help? 'Cause I've got a curse that'll REALLY make you miserab-
 * Cordelia: No, thank you! …I was just moping about the married man I've fallen for. Still, I've no one else to blame but myself, so I have no right to grumble.
 * Henry: That's for sure!
 * Cordelia: (laughs lightly) Henry, sometimes you are honest and straightforward to a fault. You know, I wish I could just decide to stop liking someone.
 * Henry: (face brightens up) I've got a curse for that, too! One little chant will take your headache away.
 * Cordelia: Truly?
 * Henry: Sure! Just tell me who you're yearning for, and I'll pluck the love out like a weed! You'll feel much better, I promise.
 * Cordelia: (sighs) I appreciate the offer, and it IS tempting… But I have to say no.
 * Henry: Why?
 * Cordelia: No matter how much it pains me, I don't want this love to go away.
 * Henry: Huh. So you ARE making yourself sad deliberately!
 * Cordelia: (chuckles) I know, Henry. I know…

A Support

 * Henry: Yikes, I think my arms have gone numb from carrying so much stuff!
 * Cordelia: I appreciate your help. I had no idea I'd bought so much until it was too late. It was very good of you to come and escort me around the market.
 * Henry: (laughs) So, now that we've been shopping, how's the lovesick heart? Better?
 * Cordelia: What do you mean?
 * Henry: I asked Lissa for advice, and she told me to take you on a big shopping trip. She said a few hours trying on dresses and armor would fix that broken heart, pronto!
 * Cordelia: (chuckles) So this was all a plot to make me feel better, was it? Well, I would never have believed it, but I DO feel better. Thank you.
 * Henry: Great! So now that we know shopping works, let's go to the market again!
 * Cordelia: Er, but we were just there.
 * Henry: (chuckles) I can go back and forth all day if that's what it takes! Plus, they had this eyeball in a jar that I wanted to-
 * Cordelia: Henry, you're very kind, but I think you've done enough for one day.
 * Henry: Then how about some comfort food? Fruit pies and cream? Candy apples? Macaroni and cheese with fried boar crisps and crumbled horse-
 * Cordelia: Definitely not! I have to stay in fighting shape. Anyway, it wasn't the shopping that made me feel better-it was being with you.
 * Henry: (croons) What, really?
 * Cordelia: Just knowing that you care enough to help is comfort in itself. We could have done anything and you would have lifted my spirits.
 * Henry: (gasps) I don't really get all this "feelings" stuff, but if you say so. Er, but if you're REALLY grateful, you could join me for a fruit pie...
 * Cordelia: (sighs) Oh, all right. …But just the one!

S Support

 * Henry: (eyes are open, and he is visibly flustered) *Pant* A-avast, fiend! Prepare to wear your guts for garters! *Pant, pant* It's n-no good… I can't even lift the thing…
 * Cordelia: Henry, what in the world are you doing with that battle axe?
 * Henry: (closes eyes and smiles cheerfully) I'm practicing how to look more manly! I figured you might like me better if I was a little bigger and tougher.
 * Cordelia: (sighs) Is this another of your schemes to make me feel better?
 * Henry: Nya ha! No, it's a scheme to make you fall in love with me.
 * Cordelia: (a bead of sweat forms on her face) It's a… Wait, what?
 * Henry: (chuckles) I know I'm not as tough or brave or handsome as Chrom, but maybe-
 * Cordelia: (blushes) D-did you just say Chrom?
 * Henry: Well, that's the guy you're always pining for, isn't it? That's what Lissa said, anyway. Was she wrong?
 * Cordelia: (becomes increasingly flustered) *Sigh* No, she wasn't. Oh, this is so embarrassing! I didn't want anyone to know.
 * Henry: Aw, it's okay. I'm just gonna work hard so you end up liking me instead!
 * Cordelia: Henry, you don't have to impress me by trying to be more like Chrom. There's plenty of things about you that I already like. …In fact, I've found myself thinking about you more than Chrom lately.
 * Henry: (blushes and laughs) Really?
 * Cordelia: You've been so kind and thoughtful and considerate toward me. I'm ashamed I didn't realize you were falling in love with me before my eyes!
 * Henry: Well, if you REALLY feel bad about it, you could accept this ring...
 * Cordelia: (chuckles) Oh, Henry! I'll gladly accept it! No one knows how to make me happy quite like you...

C Support

 * Nowi: Whew! I've been playing all day, and I'm pooped! What cute little kids!
 * Henry: I've seen them around. They're from one of the villages near the camp. But what do you mean, "cute little kids? Aren't you a kid, too?
 * Nowi: No! I'm an adult woman who's more than a thousand years older than you!
 * Henry: Oh, right! Nya ha ha! Sorry, short stuff!
 * Nowi: H-hey! Do you always speak to your elders like that?
 * Henry: Nope! Just you. After all, how many "elders" do you know who play hide-and-seek as much as you?
 * Nowi: What's wrong with hide-and-seek? It's fun! ...In fact, you should join us next time.
 * Henry: Okay!
 * Nowi: Wait, really? Oh, that's so exciting! I've asked just about everyone in camp, but they always turn me down.
 * Henry: It's 'cause you're always so full of energy. "One more time, one more time, pleeease!" Most people just cant keep up with that kind of raw enthusiasm!
 * Nowi: I know, right? It's so annoying how quickly some people tire out. I mean, ten hours? Come on! That's like a warm-up! Do you know I haven't found a single playmate since I joined this dumb army? ...Until now, that is! Hee hee! We're going to play games from dawn to dusk!
 * Henry: I know how you feel! Ya know, I don't tell many people this, but I was kind of abandoned when I was young. My family ignored me completely, and I didn't have any playmates. But it was fine, because I learned to amuse myself! Oh, and make friends with animals.
 * Nowi: Then we're exactly the same! But now we have each other, right?
 * Henry: Nya ha ha! You know it!

B Support

 * Henry: Jeepers! I don't think I've ever seen a gaggle of children run away so fast!
 * Nowi: ...I think I goofed up.
 * Henry: Well, yeah! How did you think they'd react to a dragon appearing in their midst?
 * Nowi: I just wanted to give them a ride on my back! I mean, everyone likes flying, right? *Sigh* They were absolutely terrified, huh? I suppose they won't play with us again.
 * Henry: Yep! They're probably quivering in fear under their beds and crying like babies. But no worries! There'll be more victim—er, that is, village kids—at our next camp.
 * Nowi: Kids are stupid! Why didn't they see it was just me in dragon form? And doesn't everyone want to play with a dragon? I mean, come on... Flying in the sky... Exchanging fire breath... Listening to my bloodcurdling roars...
 * Henry: If they exchanged fire breath with you, they'd end up as little clumps of charcoal.
 * Nowi: *Sigh* I wish I had some manakete friends. That would be more fun.
 * Henry: Well, I can't promise anything, but I might be able to conjure one up for you.
 * Nowi: You could?
 * Henry: Sure! I'll need to make some preparations first, though. Might take some time.
 * Nowi: Oh, that's fine! Everyone knows I'm the best at being patient!

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 * Tharja: I know you.
 * Henry: You do?
 * Tharja: When I still fought for Plegia, we heard all sorts of stories about you. A silver-haired youth with a knowledge of curses and an extraordinary gift for magic. A man guarded by fierce crows so that very few had seen the true extent of his powers.
 * Henry: Oh wow! Now that's a reputation! Yeah, crows have always had a thing for me, I guess. Dunno why.
 * Tharja: (smirks) Perhaps you'd be willing to teach a trick or two to a fellow dark mage?
 * Henry: Sure! You want me to cast a death curse on someone?
 * Tharja: (snorts) Someone in camp? Mmm… No. That could be problematic.
 * Henry: Hee hee! Yeah, I guess. Too bad, though. See, 'cause I've got one that makes blood come out your-
 * Tharja: (face darkens) Thank you, I get the picture. What's with the smiling, anyway? No one's going to trust you if you're grinning like the village idiot.
 * Henry: Hee hee! Smiling? This is how I always look.
 * Tharja: (face darkens even further) Hardly reassuring. Tell me what you're plotting and I may yet spare you.
 * Henry: Sorry! Nothing sinister over here. I'm just a hale and hearty mage.
 * Tharja: (snorts) Ugh… Hale? Hearty? Have you no respect for our ancient profession? We're supposed to be harbingers of pestilence and famine and doom!
 * Henry: Mm… I love doom.

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 * Henry: Hello, Tharja!
 * Tharja: *Mumble, mumble* *hiss*
 * Henry: (laughs) Heey! Did you just put a curse on me?
 * Tharja: (smirks) Yes, Now, if you do not speak the truth, you will DIE! Answer me clearly and without hesitation. Are you a foreign spy?
 * Henry: Nope! Not me! Although I do own a cloak and a couple daggers.
 * Tharja: Who do you serve? Ylisse or Plegia?
 * Henry: Aw, I don't get into politics. I just want to toss fireballs at bad guys.
 * Tharja: Interesting. That's the same reason I joined up.
 * Henry: Really? Hey, would you maybe tell me all about it?
 * Tharja: (face darkens) I'm doing the interrogating here. Now then, one final question… Do you vow to never cause harm to Avatar, no matter what?
 * Henry: No problem!
 * Tharja: …How strange. My magic ensures that you are telling the truth. But I find your heart difficult to read. It seems devoid of human emotion. What's inside that head of yours? What are you thinking?
 * Henry: (laughs mischievously) Right now, I'm thinking about you. And about how you must really REALLY like Avatar!
 * Tharja: (chuckles) Mind your own business, little man.
 * Henry: Is that why you're always following him/her around?
 * Tharja: (snorts) I wouldn't expect someone like you to understand affairs of the heart. In any case, you may go. I have no further use for you.
 * (Exit Tharja)
 * Henry: (sighs) Hey! Tharja! You forgot to remove the curse! Oh, well. I suppose it'll fizzle out eventually. La la la…

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 * Tharja: Here you are.
 * Henry: Yep! Here I am!
 * Tharja: I have a rather urgent problem, and I need your help.
 * Henry: Do you need a death curse? Please say you need a death curse.
 * Tharja: (face darkens completely) No death curses! …… It appears that I, myself, am victim of a curse from an unknown assailant. I have tried to remove it, but the magic is too powerful. I'm hoping that if we combine our might, we may be able to-
 * Henry: (laughs) Hecka-necka, jimma-jamma, woozle-wazzle! Aaand presto! Curse dispelled! Actually not dispelled. I tossed it back at the original sender. Hee hee!
 * Tharja: That's impossible. …… By the gods! It IS gone.
 * Henry: (laughs in triumph) Yeah, dispelling curses is kind of my specialty. Right now, whoever cast that curse must be in one confused pickle! Too bad we can't be there to see it. That would be swell!
 * Tharja: (face darkens completely) With that kind of power, you could have easily deflected my earlier curse...
 * Henry: Oh yeah. I guess so, huh? Although you didn't need to put a truth curse on me, you know? I don't have anything to hide, and I've never told a lie in my life.
 * Tharja: Aha! At last you reveal the source of your power. You disarm your foes with terrifying honesty and sincerity!
 * Henry: (chortles) Well, usually I disarm foes by removing their arms. But your way sounds impressive, too!
 * Tharja: (face darkens) It's not a compliment.
 * Henry: Hee hee! I know!
 * Tharja: (blushes) Stop being so blasted cheerful, or I'll… I'll twist your tongue in knots!
 * Henry: Oh, you can try to cast a hex on me…if you dare!
 * Tharja: (smirks) Don't think you're the only one who can deflect curses!
 * Henry: (gasps in jubilance) Wizard fight! Wizard fight! Yaaaaaay!

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 * Henry: Hey, Tharja! Look at these flowers I found! Aren't they pretty?
 * Tharja: Er, yes. Sure. I suppose they are.
 * Henry: Aw, Tharja. You're just saying that. You don't think they're pretty at all! (widens smile) Poor little flowers-after they went to all that trouble to bloom and everything.
 * Tharja: (face darkens) Are you actually talking to them? That's more than a little creepy. If you don't cease at once, I'll cast a hex and turn them into dry sticks.
 * Henry: Tharja, would you like that better? Would you prefer these poor flowers to be twigs?
 * Tharja: (snorts) You make it sound as if I'm being rude to your ridiculous bouquet.
 * Henry: I don't mean to! It's just that if you wanted a bundle of twigs, I'd be happy to oblige.
 * Tharja: Wait, what are you-
 * Henry: (face hardens) PRESTO! (face relaxes) …There you go.
 * Tharja: (face darkens) You were so pleased with those flowers, yet you destroyed them just like that...
 * Henry: (laughs) Nya ha! Oh, I don't care-as long as you're happy, that's all that matters.
 * Tharja: (blushes and exhales darkly) Wh-where is this going?
 * Henry: Tharja, I'm head over heels for you! In fact, I'd rip my heels clean off if it would put a devious grin on your face! Heck, I'll destroy this whole army if that's what you want. …Do you want that?
 * Tharja: Ugh, of course I don't. Do you think I'm completely insane?
 * Henry: No, I was just using it as an example. So anyway, you want to get married?
 * Tharja: (blushes and gasps) Egads, you do know how to sweep a girl off her feet, don't you? And yet… If you promise to protect Avatar, I just might consider it. (smirks) If we both fall into some mortal peril, I want you to save Avatar first. Is that clear? You must be ready to sacrifice me for his/her sake. If you can bring yourself to promise me that, then yes, I will marry you and-
 * Henry: Is that all? Easy peasy! No problem what-so-EVER!
 * Tharja: Good. …I think.
 * Henry: (chuckles) This is great. I thought you'd make the condition really, really onerous. Like, so hard that I'd think twice about the idea. But you didn't! So, anyway. I'd better go down to the smith and get a ring made.
 * (Exit Henry)
 * Tharja: (face darkens and gasps embarrassedly) You know, he may actually, truly be crazy… I mean, what kind of proposal was that? (blushes and chuckles) Still, it's not like I'm the most normal person around either. Who knows? Perhaps it's the perfect match...

C Support

 * Henry: …Aw, poor little doggy. The silly mutt stepped in a hole and hurt its leg.
 * (Enter Olivia)
 * Olivia: (blushes) DON'T TOUCH THAT DOG!
 * Henry: Huh? What the hey?
 * Olivia: I know you! You're that creepy kid who likes blood and magic and…blood magic! You stay away from that poor little doggy!
 * Henry: But this dog is hurt. See, his leg has this—
 * Olivia: (gasps) N-no! Stop! I'll take care of him and nurse him back to health!
 * Henry: (laughs) Huh? Oh, okay, sure! We can take care of him together!
 * Olivia: T-together? Waaait a second. Aren't you going to sacrifice him to your dark god or something?
 * Henry: (smiles) You're a crazy lady. Why would I do that? I love doggies! I want to save his life! Right, boy? Who's a good boy? Aren't you glad the crazy lady wants to help us? Yes you are!
 * Olivia: Hey! How am I crazy? You're the one who's obsessed with blood!
 * Henry: Hey, that's a medical condition! Show some respect!
 * Olivia: (sighs) Oh, never mind. RIght now, we have a dog that needs looking after. Will you run and get me some bandages?
 * Henry: You got it, crazy lady!

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 * Olivia: Um, Henry? What are those red stains on your clothes?
 * Henry: Oh, will you look at that? It's blood! …Wonder where it came from? *Lick* …Oh, hey! It's MY blood! Nya ha! I must have been wounded in battle! Oh man, good times.
 * Olivia: GROSS! …And also really creepy. And why are you laughing about it?! That wound needs to be dressed immediately!
 * Henry: You wanna help? It's kind of out of the way, so I can't reach it.
 * Olivia: (gasps) …Oh, gods, look how deep this is! How could you not notice?
 * Henry: Oh, I've got a high pain threshold. It's a genetic thing. Nerve damage. I've had a lot worse than this!
 * Olivia: (recoils) You've had WORSE? Where? And how?!
 * Henry: (laughs) When I was a kid, my parents put me in this exclusive wizard school. Well, as you can imagine, some of the experiments got a biiit out of hand. Once, I almost set my face on fire! Nya ha! Those were the days...
 * Olivia: Your teachers were negligent. Why didn't your parents pull you out of there?
 * Henry: (laughs heartily) Meh, my parents didn't care what I did as long as I wasn't expelled. Heck, the whole reason they sent me to wizard school was to get rid of me. But hey, no worries! I turned out fine!
 * Olivia: I see now… Your cheerful demeanor is just a mask you use to hide your pain. You use it as cover to tamp down your deep-seated resentment and anger...
 * Henry: (groans) That's what all my psychiatrists said. But nope! Not true. I'm just a happy guy.
 * Olivia: No, no… You can't fool me. I've never seen a real smile from you, one from the heart. I'm a performer, you know! I can tell as faker when I see one. Shhh… It's all okay now. You never need to visit that terrible school again. Now come on, let down your guard. Show me the real Henry!
 * Henry: Wow. You really ARE a crazy lady!
 * Olivia: I am not crazy! I'm trying to help, so you could at least be polite! *Sigh* All right, your wound is bandaged. But this isn't over, you hear? I want you to come see me again so I can help you get over these emotional issues.
 * Henry: (chuckles) Hey, sure. I got time.

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 * Olivia: Now, when you feel sad, you pull your face like so… (wears a morose facial expression )
 * Henry: You mean like thiiiiiis? (widens smile)
 * Olivia: No, down! The corners of your mouth are supposed to go DOWN! *Sigh* I'm starting to think that you're incapable of changing your expression. Look, Henry. Life is like dancing… You can't just mimic the moves. You have to FEEL them!
 * Henry: (laughs) Nya ha! You compare everything to dancing. It's hilarious!
 * Olivia: (sighs) I don't think this is a laughing matter. I'm trying to help you, you know!
 * Henry: Look, crazy lady. I like you. I really do. But you have GOT to let this go. I smile because I'm happy, all right? There's nothing more to it.
 * Olivia: N-no. That just can't be possible. *Gasp* Ungh…rug…!
 * Henry: (grunts) Hey, are you okay there? You're making funny noises.
 * Olivia: M-my chest…suddenly…feels tight… C-can't breathe… It h-hurts...
 * Henry: Aw, jennies! You've been cursed! I'd know those symptoms anywhere. Someone must have—
 * Olivia: (closes eyes in pain) *Pant* Henry…please. You have to get…out of here…
 * Henry: (face hardens) What? Oh come on, that's crazy talk. You're gonna die here in a second. Now you just sit there while I dispel the curse… Hmm, let's see… *Mutter, mutter, mutter* KA-BLAMMO! (laughs) So long, curse! See ya in hell!
 * Olivia: …...
 * Henry: (opens eyes and gasps) Olivia? H-hey, Olivia. …You being crazy again, Olivia? Olivia?! Aw, come on, Olivia! You can't die now! NOOOOO! OLIVIAAAAAA! Come back to me, Olivia! Stay out of the light! STAY OUT OF THE LIIIIIIGHT!
 * Olivia: (sighs) S-stop crying. I'm…I'm all right.
 * Henry: …Huh? Aw, thank goodness! I was worried there for a sec.
 * Olivia: (giggles) Well, at least I finally got to see a different expression on your face...
 * Henry: Did you? …I totally didn't notice.
 * Olivia: Thank you, Henry. You saved my life.

S Support

 * Olivia: Henry, I want to thank you for your help the other day.
 * Henry: Aw, don't worry about it. Really, I should have recognized the symptoms faster. But don't worry! I'm gonna find who did it and make sure they never curse you again. Oh yes. There will be blood…
 * Olivia: (giggles) Eek! I'm just glad you're on our side!
 * Henry: (laughs) Well, I'm glad I'm on YOUR side!
 * Olivia: You do have a very nice smile, Henry. Even if it is a little creepy sometimes.
 * Henry: Aw, hamburgers. Really?
 * Olivia: Absolutely! And what's more, I was wrong to have ever doubted its sincerity! I think I'm done giving you lessons.
 * Henry: (opens eyes and gasps) Hey, I like your lesson! And I like YOU! In fact… I wanna be with you all the time!
 * Olivia: Henry?
 * Henry: You don't think I went to all those frowning lessons because I wanted to frown, do you? Heck no! I went because I wanted to see you and be with you! So let's get hitched! What do you say? I've got a blood-magic spell all ready!
 * Olivia: (blushes) Wh-what?! Um, but, H-Henry, I don't…
 * Henry: (closes eyes and smiles) Ha! Just kiddin'. I bought you a ring. Here, see? It's huge and everything.
 * Olivia: …Oh my goodness. That IS huge! You are a very odd man, Henry, and yet I find myself strangely attracted to you. So, yes. All right. Let's get married.
 * Henry: (blushes) Awesome! You won't regret this, Olivia. I promise!
 * Olivia: Oh, this might just be the happiest day of my life!
 * Henry: Nya ha! Just hearing that makes me even happier than before!
 * Olivia: (giggles) Hee hee. I didn't think that was possible...

C Support

 * Cherche: Oh, hello, Henry. Have you come by to pet Minerva?
 * Henry: Sure have! She's as cute as a button, that one. …Well, if buttons were cute. We had wyverns in Plegia, you know, and also the occasional fell beast. But we didn't have a single wyvern that was as pretty as Minerva.
 * Cherche: You're very astute. Not many humans realize how beautiful she is. They think wyverns all look the same, but people like you and I know better!
 * Henry: Yeah, it's sad that some folk can't tell the difference from one animal to the next. I mean, pegasi, wyverns, dogs, birds… They're all as different as you and me!
 * Cherche: You must really love animals.
 * Henry: Yep! I make four-legged friends wherever I go! And even some two-legged ones. I'm also pals with a three-legged bear, but that's a story for another time.
 * Cherche: I only hope you and I can become such fast friends one day. Now, why don't you slowly approach Minerva and try scratching her ear?
 * Henry: All right, here goes! Hey there, Miss Wyvern! I'm Henry. Nice to meetcha!
 * (Minerva shrieks)
 * Henry: (gasps) Yowza! Sh-she tried to bite me! Look, I'm bleeding! Mmm, blood…
 * Cherche: (squeals) Minerva! What's gotten into you?!

B Support

 * Cherche: (sighs) Henry, I'm sorry about the other day, when Minerva almost…bit your hand off. She was terribly excited about something, but I'm not sure what.
 * Henry: (laughs) Aw, it's fine. I bet I just give off some kind of animal aura. Or maybe she thought I was a big ham? I do smell kind of ham-like.
 * Cherche: In any case, I gave her a stern talking to. I don't think it'll happen again. I hope you won't hold it against her, and that you're still willing to be friends.
 * Henry: Are you kidding? Of course! Minerva and I are going to be besties for sure!
 * Cherche: I know everyone is fond of Minerva, but you seem especially attracted to her.
 * Henry: Well, when I was young, my best friend in the entire world was a giant wolf. My parents ignored me most of the time, so that wolf became my whole family. Then one day she came to visit me, and some hunters in the village… (wears a pained facial expression) They shot her full of arrows. Killed her on the spot.
 * Cherche: (gasps) …Th-that's terrible!
 * Henry: (sighs) But they paid… Oh, how they paid… They paid in BLOOD. Er, but yes. None of my magic could bring my beautiful wolf friend back. So I guess that's why I hang out with you and Minerva. 'Cause it reminds me.
 * Cherche: We can never replace your wolf, but Minerva and I would love to be friends with you. In fact, we were just about to go and fly a patrol around the camp. If you have nothing else to do, you're more than welcome to join us.
 * Henry: You mean, you'll let me ride on Minerva's back?! In the SKY?! Holy horsefeathers, yes! Please let me come!
 * Cherche: Great. This will be lots of fun!

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 * Henry: Cherche? Do you mind if I pet Minerva a little bit?
 * Cherche: Of course not. I was wondering if you were going to come by today.
 * Henry: I know I'm here a lot, but I always feel safe and happy when I'm with Minerva.
 * Cherche: …So now that you're here, Henry, I hope you'll let me ask you something. You're always smiling and laughing and acting as if you hadn't a care in the world. Yet, you never seem to make friends with people or allow them to get close. …Even me.
 * Henry: (laughs) What? You think so? Nya ha ha! I'm not like that at all!
 * Cherche: (frowns) There you go with that laugh again. It just sounds so hollow… I wonder if it's even possible for someone to be your true friend?
 * Henry: (sighs) Sheesh, Cherche. It's not like that! We're already friends! Anyway, I'm glad we had that chat, but are we going on patrol today? I want to fly on Minerva's back again!
 * Cherche: …No. Not today. I think it's best if you don't see her for a while.
 * Henry: (eyes open) Wha-?!
 * Cherche: I'm very happy that you like Minerva and you two get along so well. But I think you need to spend more time with human friends-namely, me. So I'm going to carry out my patrol on foot, and you're coming with me.
 * Henry: Huh. Well, all right. If that's what you want, it's fine by me!
 * Cherche: Good. Let's go, shall we?
 * Henry: (chuckles) Forwaaaaaard, march!

S Support

 * Henry: (laughs) Welcome back, Cherche! How was today's patrol?
 * Cherche: Uneventful. Did you come out here to meet me?
 * Henry: I figured the old dogs would be barking, so I brought a homemade bunion slave.
 * Cherche: Why, thank you, Henry! But how did you know?
 * Henry: We've been on so many patrols together, I've memorized your whole routine. After this, you'll put a cold towel on your head and drink a cup of hot elderberry tea.
 * Cherche: It's quite remarkable how much more attention you pay to other people now.
 * Henry: Nya ha ha! Yeah, I know. And it's all thanks to you!
 * Cherche: In any case, I'm pleased that we've become good friends.
 * Henry: Actually…being friends is nice and everything, but I want more. We spend so much time together, I'm thinking we should make it official.
 * Cherche: Er, make what official?
 * Henry: Aw, come on. You've been around the carousel before. You know what I mean! So here. This is for you.
 * Cherche: (blushes) …A ring? Henry, are you—?
 * Henry: (blushes) You've been really good to me, Cherche. More than just a good friend. Going on patrols together is fun and all, but I want to see you ALL the time. So, I was thinking we could, you know… get hitched. What do you think?
 * Cherche: Goodness, Henry, but this is sudden. However, I have found myself… thinking about you a lot lately. Ever since we met, I've wanted to know the real man behind that jolly facade. And this would be a chance to do just that. Very well, Henry, I accept your proposal!
 * Henry: (laughs heartily) Fantastic! This is great, Cherche! You and me are gonna be a family!
 * Cherche: …I think you're forgetting someone.
 * Henry: Who, Chrom? Well, I guess he can be involved somehow, but that seems… Oh, you mean Minerva! Nya ha ha! I almost forgot! Yeah, of course! Minerva'll be a part of the family, too!
 * Cherche: (frowns) …Was your first thought really CHROM?!

C Support

 * Morgan: Hmm... I wonder why I have no memory of my father... All my memories of Mother are so crisp and clear... I remember what an amazing tactician she was, all the time we studied together... But nothing at all about my father. It's one big blank.
 * Henry: Whatcha up to, Morgan?
 * Morgan: Father! That's amazing! I was just thinking about you! Is this fate?! This is totally fate! Family-style fate! ...Wait, no. How did Mother 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-link...thing!
 * Henry: If you say 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, Father. Do you think maybe you could help me get those memories back?
 * Henry: I suppose I could help. After all—
 * Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! I'll start preparing. Oh, I can't wait to get started!
 * Henry: Nya ha! He sure is full of beans, that kid...

B Support

 * Morgan: Father? Do you have a moment?
 * Henry: Sure do!
 * Morgan: Perfect! Then let's get started on Project Get Memories of Dad Back! Step one—figuring 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, Father? Perhaps a stone wall would work better?
 * Henry: Um... Let's hold off on the head smashing for now, all right? Let me think... Hmm, there is that one curse but...yeah, it'd probably kill you. Oh, I know! Maybe you could try staring at me for a while. You know, into my eyes.
 * 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, 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 Father looked like?"
 * Henry: Er, right. Welp, back to the drawing board, I suppose.
 * 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, father!

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 * 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*
 * Henry: Huh? Are you crying?
 * Morgan: B-but I know I must have loved you just as much as I loved Mother. I bet whe had a million memories together, and the thought of having lost them... I feel like I failed you. Like I... Like I... *sob*
 * Henry: Morgan...
 * Morgan: *Sniff* S-Sorry. I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-my head! ...Wha—?!
 * Henry: Uh-oh. Head wounds are the worst. Are you okay?!
 * 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, Father! 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.
 * Henry: Hey, neat! Take all the time you need. I'll be sure to help out however I can.
 * Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Dad.

C Support

 * Laurent: This is yours, I presume, Father? I found it lying on the ground. Do try to better secure your belongings in the future.
 * Henry: Nya ha! You sound just like your mother, Laurent.
 * Laurent: Naturally. She IS my mother.
 * Henry: Well, yeah, but still... You two are so alike, I sometimes wonder if you inherited anything from me!
 * Laurent: Don't be absurd, Father. Of course I did.
 * Henry: Oh yeah? Like what?
 * Laurent: Like... the color of my hair.
 * Henry: Well, yeah, but that's not exactly what I was talking about. Anything more substantive? Maybe you have a gift for cursing folks?
 * Laurent: Hmm, no. My bearing in that respect is profoundly normal. Very much to my relief, if I might be perfectly frank.
 * Henry: See, that's what I mean. You're always so serious and... wordy. You should try loosening up a bit. Maybe act a little more your age.
 * Laurent: We're at war, Father. Acting like a child is hardly behavior to be encouraged. Besides, I'm a grown man. Older than Lucina at this point, I suspect.
 * Henry: Wait, how could you be older than Lucina? She's already been born here, but your mother and I haven't had you.
 * Laurent: I... I fear I've no more time to chat today. Now if you'll excuse me.
 * Henry: Laurent, wait! ...What was that all about?

B Support

 * Henry: Hey-o, Laurent!
 * Laurent: Father. How may I help you?
 * Henry: I've been thinking about how you said you were older than Lucina... That makes no sense to me. Care to explain?
 * Laurent: It's fairly straightforward. Travel among era is imprecise. There are... variables. Lucina arrived at the onset of the war with Plegia some two years ago. I, on the other hand, have been here for nearly five years.
 * Henry: Ack, there's that much of a spread between where you landed? Er, when you landed?
 * Laurent: ...Indeed. Hence, I have aged three years more than she in the course of reaching this moment. Somewhere along the way, I passed her in terms of physical age.
 * Henry: Yikes. So you've been in this era for five years all by yourself?
 * Laurent: Yes. So as you see, I'm far too old to be indulging in childish behaviors. I trust that explanation has cleared up your confusion? Now, if you'll excuse me...
 * Henry: Laurent, wait! Why didn't you ever mention any of this before? Cut off from everyone else for five whole years... You must've been lonely!
 * Laurent: As I've said time and again, I am a grown man. ...I managed fine on my own.
 * Henry: Laurent...

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 * Henry: Laurent.
 * Laurent: More questions, Father? I thought I was quite clear before.
 * Henry: Yep, you were. But today's different. Because today... Coochy coochy coo!
 * Laurent: Gah! Ah ha! Ah ha ha ha! S-stop that! F-Father, have you gone mad?!
 * Henry: Ah-hah! So you CAN smile!
 * Laurent: I beg your pardon?!
 * Henry: You're always so bent on being such a serious, proper adult. I worry that you put too much pressure on yourself.
 * Laurent: For the last time, I am not a child!
 * Henry: Age has nothing to do with it. It doesn't matter if you're older than Lucina. Or even older than me! You're still a child. You're MY child. ...You're my son.
 * Laurent: Er, I...
 * Henry: And you're not alone anymore, so stop isolating yourself. You've got friends, and you've got me.
 * Laurent: ...... You're right. All that time, it was... I was so lonely. Year after year, all alone... Wandering an era where I knew no one. Hoping to meet up with the others but knowing how minuscule my chances were... I had no one to help me. No one to lend an ear to my despair. It was... awful. Many nights, I thought I'd die alone. That the pain would kill me, or...
 * Henry: Aw, I'm sorry I didn't find you earlier, Laurent. You forgive me, right? The important thing is, I'm here now, and I'm never gonna leave again!

C Support

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

B Support

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

A Support

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