Laurent/Supports

C Support

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

B Support

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

A Support

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

C Support

 * Laurent: Ahh, I see. How very fascinating... This era is so fortunate to have its texts still intact. It is a scholar's dream. And I shall need to read more still if I hope to catch up with Mother.
 * Miriel: ......
 * Laurent: Mother? What is that bottle you're carrying? ...Is that liquor?
 * Miriel: Indeed. "Breath of Dragons." A Feroxi spirit. Extremely potent.
 * Laurent: But it's not even midday. I would not have taken you for a heavy drinker.
 * Miriel: This sample was not procured to imbibe. It was intended for this...
 * Laurent: F-fire?!
 * Miriel: Mmm, yes. Just as I'd heard. Potations of sufficient strength and purity burn quickly. But why the blue flame? ...Fascinating. This demands further inquiry.
 * Laurent: You never cease to amaze me, Mother. You're breaking new ground. Uncovering new truths about the world! I'll never catch up by merely reading about the discoveries of others. Please allow me to join you in your observations.
 * Miriel: Certainly. Between us, we will lay the mechanisms of this phenomenon bare.

B Support

 * Miriel: Place copper within a flame, and the flame burns green... Truly a fascinating spectacle no matter how many times I observe it.
 * Laurent: And proof that other substances beyond liquor can change a flame's color.
 * Miriel: Precisely. Now, to return to the blue flames of our initial sample. Provided it is of sufficient potency, any spirit will burn with the same hue. Perhaps it is the inebriating power within the liquor that yields the azure tone?
 * Laurent: Pardon, but an observation, Mother: A metal plate melts at different rates when placed over blue and red flames. Is it possible the heat of the flames bears some influence?
 * Miriel: Hmm... Yes, I see. A line of questioning I had not considered. It may be the case, therefore, that liquor combusts at a lower temperature. This merits further investigation.
 * Laurent: Heh heh...
 * Miriel: ...Is something amusing?
 * Laurent: You seem happy, is all. At present, I have yet to muster conclusive evidence that I am your son... But working like this -- being able to assist you -- makes me happy as well.
 * Miriel: True, no unassailable case has been made as to our relation. You may not be my son. But you've more than proven you are my colleague in the pursuit of truth.
 * Laurent: Even without a blood link, we still share a bond between us. That may be a greater reward than the truths we seek.
 * Miriel: Many a worthy truth was found in the course of pursuing entirely different phenomena.

A Support

 * Laurent: Mother, might I ask your opinion on a new creation?
 * Miriel: That? A round parcel, tightly bound... What is it?
 * Laurent: A derivative product of the new discoveries you made in colored flames. They made for such a striking sight, I was moved to explore possible applications. I've packed substances that produces flames of green, blue, and yellow inside. If detonated in midair, it should yield a dazzling display of color.
 * Miriel: I cannot imagine such an experiment would elucidate any hidden truths.
 * Laurent: I will admit it lacks in practical uses...
 * Miriel: ...But it would surely illuminate the sky in a breathtaking manner.
 * Laurent: That was the intent, yes. On the next clear night, I thought we might assemble the camp and give it a test.
 * Miriel: Just as critical as the quantity of knowledge one amasses is how one employs it. Your imagination is something that I lack. I greatly envy such dynamism. Laurent, will you permit me to assist you in this experiment?
 * Laurent: I would be honored, Mother!