Male Morgan/Supports

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.
 * Chrom: What are you 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!
 * Chrom: Heh, is that so?
 * Morgan: Yup! Even without my memories, there's an invisible thread that links us. Er, but that reminds me... I was just wondering how I could have forgotten you, Father. Do you think maybe you could help me get those memories back?
 * Chrom: I'd be happy to try. After all—
 * Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! I'll start preparing. Oh, I can't wait to get started!
 * (Morgan leaves)
 * Chrom: Well, he's certainly got energy to spare...

B Support

 * Morgan: Father? Do you have a moment?
 * Chrom: Yes, of course.
 * Morgan: Perfect! Then let's get started on Project Get Memories of Dad Back! Step one—figure 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?
 * Chrom: Let's just...hold off on the head smashing for now, shall we? Perhaps you could try just staring at me for a bit? Right 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 here, but... Here goes... ...... ......... ............ ............... Drats! It's not working. I don't remember a thing. It's like... Have you ever stared at a word so long it kind of fell apart? And you think, "Is that how it's spelled? Wait, is that even a real WORD?!" Except here it's "Is that what Father looked like?"
 * Chrom: Er, right. Perhaps that's enough of the memory project for one day?
 * Morgan: Sure... I'm still a little dizzy from banging the post earlier, to be honest... But this doesn't end here! I'm not giving up until I remember you, Father!

A Support

 * Morgan: *Sigh* No luck today, either... I'm going crazy trying to remember you. I feel so useless! I'm just so... *sniff* Why can't I... *sob*
 * Chrom: Come now, Morgan. No tears.
 * Morgan: B-but I know I must have loved you just as much as I loved Mother. I bet we had a million memories together, and the thought of having lost them... I feel like I failed you. Like I... Like I... *sob*
 * Chrom: Morgan...
 * Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry. I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-my head! ...Wha—?!
 * Chrom: What's wrong?!
 * Morgan: I...I remembered something! Just one tiny little memory, but...I remember! You were smiling at me...and you called my name... Ha ha! Yes! You looked a little bit older, but it was DEFINITELY you! Oh, thank you, 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.
 * Chrom: Take all the time you need. I'll always be here for you... You know that, right?
 * Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Dad.

C Support

 * Morgan: Oh, Mother! Over here! Come with me a minute!
 * Avatar: What is it, Morgan?
 * Morgan: Oh, nothing. It's just... C'mon! I need to talk to you about something.
 * Avatar: Well, I'm afraid I'm a bit busy at the moment. Can we talk here?
 * Morgan: H-here? Er, that's not really... I can just wait, thanks.
 * Avatar: Are you sure it's nothing urgent?
 * Morgan: Um, no, it's... Ha ha! ...I'll be right back. ...... Okay, all set! Now to lure Mother into this pitfall trap... Phew, I'm back! Hey, let's take a walk, shall we? Right this way, Mother!
 * Avatar: You're acting very strange, Morgan.
 * Morgan: (Alllllmost.... Just a couple more steps...)
 * Avatar: ...Huh? A pitfall? Now that's a classic!
 * Morgan: Dang! How did you know?! I was super careful disguising it. It didn't look suspicious at all!
 * Avatar: True, your work on the pit is first class. But your odd behavior made it obvious. Subterfuge and misdirection are half of any good trap, Morgan.
 * Morgan: Dang. I'll get you next time! By the way, as long as you're here, mind helping me fill this hole in? If someone fell in by accident, they could really hurt themselves.
 * Avatar: Wait, how deep did you make it?!

B Support

 * Avatar: Hmm... Now where did I put it...?
 * Morgan: Looking for that treatise on tactics, Mother? Blue cover? Fairly thick?
 * Avatar: Yes. How did you... Waaait a minute.
 * Morgan: Yup! I hid it! Think you can find it?
 * Avatar: Is that today's challenge, then?
 * Morgan: It's somewhere in camp—I'll tell you that. You have until sundown today! Though I could give you weeks, and you would never find my diabolical hiding—
 * Avatar: Found it.
 * Morgan: WHAT?!
 * Avatar: It's in that bag you're holding, isn't it?
 * Morgan: Hmph. ...Fine.
 * Avatar: Guess I win this round.
 * Morgan: How did you figure it out so fast?
 * Avatar: You know me well, Morgan. And that includes knowing how much this book means to me. I knew you'd never hide it anywhere it might be damaged or stolen. So it needed to be somewhere you could keep a close eye on it...yet still concealed.
 * Morgan: You read my entire thought process! ...And here I thought I was being so clever.
 * Avatar: All right, that settles today's challenge. Now come take a seat.
 * Morgan: Huh?
 * Avatar: Let's read that book together. You wanted to work on your strategic thinking, right?
 * Morgan: Right!

A Support

 * Morgan: I'd draw your forces out to this line, then strike with an ambush team from the woods.
 * Avatar: Then I would move...here. Now you find yourself trapped in a pincer movement.
 * Morgan: Crud. You win again.
 * Avatar: At least it was just pieces on a board. In real life, that would've cost lives. A tactician is responsible for their army's survival, and a single mistake can be fatal. But you cannot allow the pressure of that responsibility to stymie you. Running scenarios like this will help prepare you for anything.
 * Morgan: Thanks, Mother. I'll give some of your strategy texts another read-through. But know this—one of these days, I WILL outmaneuver you!
 * Avatar: Okay, we'll see about that, kiddo. But you're welcome to try me anytime. I'm always happy to accept a challenge. All right then, we're done for today.
 * Morgan: Okay! See you tomorrow!
 * Avatar: ...Phew, that was a close one. I was one step shy of getting completely wiped out. I'd hoped that to be an unattainable goal for a little longer so he would push himself. In actuality, I'M the one who needs a push. Better dust off a few of these books myself.

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.
 * Frederick: What are you 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!
 * Frederick: Heh, is that so?
 * Morgan: Yup! Even without my memories, there's an invisible thread that links us. Er, but that reminds me... I was just wondering how I could have possibly forgotten you, Father. Do you think maybe you could help me get those memories back?
 * Frederick: I'd be happy to try. After all—
 * Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! I'll start preparing. Oh, I can't wait to get started!
 * (Morgan leaves)
 * Frederick: Well, he's certainly got energy to spare...

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.
 * Stahl: What are you 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!
 * Stahl: Heh, is that so?
 * Morgan: Yup! Even without my memories, there's an invisible thread that links us. Er, but that reminds me... I was just wondering how I could have possibly forgotten you, Father. Do you think maybe you could help me get those memories back?
 * Stahl: I'd be happy to try. After all—
 * Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! I'll start preparing. Oh, I can't wait to get started!
 * (Morgan leaves)
 * Stahl: Well, he's certainly got energy to spare...

B Support

 * Morgan: Father? Do you have a moment?
 * Stahl: Yes, of course.
 * 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?
 * Stahl: Let's just...hold off on the head smashing for now, shall we? Perhaps you could try just staring at me for a bit? Right 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?"
 * Stahl: Er, right. Perhaps that's enough of the memory project for one day?
 * Morgan: Sure... I'm still a little dizzy from banging the post earlier, to be honest... But this doesn't end here! I'm not giving up until I remember you, Father!

A Support

 * Morgan: *Sigh* No luck today, either... I'm going crazy trying to remember you. I feel so useless! I'm just so... *sniff* Why can't I... *sob*
 * Stahl: Come now, Morgan. No tears.
 * Morgan: B-but I know I must have loved you just as much as I loved Mother. I bet we had a million memories together, and the thought of having lost them... I feel like I failed you. Like I... Like I... *sob*
 * Stahl: Morgan...
 * Morgan: *Sniff* S-Sorry. I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-my head! ...Wha—?!
 * Stahl: What's wrong?!
 * Morgan: I...I remembered something! Just one tiny little memory, but... I remember! You were smiling at me...and you called my name... Ha ha! Yes! You looked a little bit older, but it was DEFINITELY you! Oh thank you, 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.
 * Stahl: Take all the time you need. I'll always be here for you...you know that, right?
 * Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Dad.

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.
 * Lon'qu: ...What's going on, 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!
 * Lon'qu: Is that so?
 * Morgan: Yup! Even without my memories, there's an invisible thread that links us. Er, but that reminds me... I was just wondering how I could have possibly forgotten you, Father. Do you think maybe you could help me get those memories back?
 * Lon'qu: I'd be honored. After all—
 * Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! I'll start preparing. Oh, I can't wait to get started!
 * Lon'qu: *Sigh* He's nothing if not energetic...

B Support

 * Morgan: Father? Do you have a moment?
 * Lon'qu: Sure.
 * Morgan: Perfect! Then let's get started on Project Get Memories of Dad Back! Step one-figure how we're going to trigger some flashbacks. I 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?
 * Lon'qu: I think...you should shelve the head smashing for a bit, Morgan. Perhaps you could try staring at me for a while. It might trigger something''
 * Morgan: Argh, that's perfect! You're a genius! I must have seen your face a millions times in the future. It's bound to bring SOMETHING back if I stare at it long enough. Okay, sorry to invade your personal space here, but...Here goes... ...... ......... ............ ............... Drats! it's not working. I don't remember a thing. It's like... Have you ever stared at a word so long it kind of fell apart? And you think, "Is that how that's spelled? Wait, is that even a real WORD?!" Except here it's "Is that what Father looked like?"
 * Lon'qu: ...Er, right. Perhaps that's enough of the memory project for one day.
 * Morgan: Sure... I'm still a little dizzy from banging the post earlier, to be honest... But this doesn't end here! I'm not giving up until I remember you, Father!

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.
 * Ricken: What are you 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!
 * Ricken: Heh, is that so?
 * Morgan: Yup! Even without my memories, there's an invisible thread that links us. Er, but that reminds me... I was just wondering how I could have possibly forgotten you, Father. Do you think maybe you could help me get those memories back?
 * Ricken: I'd be happy to try. After all—
 * Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! I'll start preparing. Oh, I can't wait to get started!
 * (Morgan leaves)
 * Ricken: Boy, he's certainly got energy to spare...

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.
 * Gaius: What are you 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!
 * Gaius: Heh, is that so?
 * Morgan: Yup! Even without my memories, there's an invisible thread that links us. Er, but that reminds me... I was just wondering how I could have possibly forgotten you, Father. Do you think maybe you could help me get those memories back?
 * Gaius: I'd be happy to try. After all—
 * Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! I'll start preparing. Oh, I can't wait to get started!
 * (Morgan leaves)
 * Gaius: Well, he's certainly got energy to spare...

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.
 * Libra: What's going on, 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!
 * Libra: I see. That sounds wonderful.
 * 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?
 * Libra: I'd be happy to try. After all—
 * Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! I'll start preparing. Oh, I can't wait to get started!
 * (Morgan leaves)
 * Libra: Well, he's certainly energetic...

B Support

 * Morgan: Father? Do you have a moment?
 * Libra: Yes, of course.
 * Morgan: Perfect! Then let's get started on Project Get Memories of Dad Back! Step one—figure out how we're going to trigger some flashbacks. I've already tried banging my head against a post, but nothing. I mean, it made me dizzy and nauseated, but it didn't unearth any hidden memories. What do you think, Father? Perhaps a stone wall would work better?
 * Libra: Let's just...hold off on the head smashing for now, shall we? Perhaps you could just try staring at me for a bit? Right 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 here, but... Here goes... ...... ......... ............ ............... Drats! It's not working. I don't remember a thing. It's like... Have you ever stared at a word so long it kind of fell apart? And you think "Is that how that's spelled? Wait, is that even a real WORD?!" Except here it's "Is that what Father looked like?"
 * Libra: Er, right. Perhaps that's enough of the memory project for one day?
 * Morgan: Sure... I'm still a little dizzy from banging the post earlier, to be honest... But this doesn't end here! I'm not giving up until I remember you, Father!

A Support

 * Morgan: *Sigh* No luck today, either... I'm going crazy trying to remember you! I feel so useless! I'm just so... *sniff* Why can't I... *sob*
 * Libra: Come now, Morgan. No tears.
 * Morgan: B-but I know I must have loved you just as much as I loved Mother. I bet we had a million memories together, and the thought of having lost them... I feel like I failed you. Like I... Like I... *sob*
 * Libra: Morgan...
 * Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry. I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-my head! ...Wha—?!
 * Libra: What's wrong?!
 * Morgan: I...I remembered something! Just one tiny little memory, but...I remember! You were smiling at me...and you called my name... Ha ha! Yes! You looked a little bit older, but it was DEFINITELY you! Oh thank you, 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.
 * Libra: Take all the time you need. I'll be here for you always.
 * Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Dad.

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!

A Support

 * Morgan: *Sigh* No luck today, either... I'm going crazy trying to remember you. I feel so useless! I'm just so... *sniff* Why can't I... *sob*
 * Henry: Huh? Are you crying?
 * Morgan: B-but I know I must have loved you just as much as I loved Mother. I bet we had a million memories together, and the thought of having lost them... I feel like I failed you. Like I... Like I... *sob*
 * 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

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

B Support

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

A Support

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

S Support

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

C Support

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

B Support

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

A Support

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

C Support

 * Owain: Ah ha! I've found you, Morgan!
 * Morgan: What? What's wrong? Has something happened?
 * Owain: Aye, the second I saw you, something happened! I knew you for my one and only rival!
 * Morgan: Beg your pardon?
 * Owain: My soul sensed your powerful aura, and all at once realized our cosmic incongruity!
 * Morgan: Wow, I...must not have noticed.
 * Owain: You are the only one who could ever stand as my equal in battle. Now...ANSWER MY CALL!
 * Morgan: I'm still not sure what you're talking about, but you sound absolutely convinced. And to be honest, I find myself...intrigued. Even though it makes no earthly sense. I can't see how any self-respecting warrior could turn away from such fiery passion.
 * Owain: Just so, my eternal ally-versary!
 * Morgan: Yes, it's so clear to me now. So obvious! Truly, we were fated to clash as rivals!
 * Owain: The gauntlet is thrown! Let our extremely protracted duel to the death begin! But let us not, in our haste for glory, forget to observe the one sacred rule of combat! ...When I'm shouting a move name, you have to wait for me to finish. I shall extend the same courtesy to you, as a fellow brother of the Justice Cabal.
 * Morgan: I agree to your terms, mortal foe! ...Though I doubt the enemies I've encountered would be quite so patient.
 * Owain: I fear the scum you've faced are beserkers, their honor lost to blood madness!
 * Morgan: I never knew...
 * Owain: Now, let us begin... Have at you, sir!
 * Morgan: Face me if you dare!

B Support

 * Owain: Come, my ordained ally-versary! Let our battle cries rend the very heavens above!
 * Morgan: May the song of our crossing blades echo unto eternity!
 * Owain: I shall be the first to strike! Radiant...DAAAAAAAAAAAAWN!
 * Morgan: Too slow! I parry with ease!
 * Owain: Y-you do?!
 * Morgan: Is that all you've got, fiend?!
 * Owain: Impossible! How could he have defeated my ultimate special move?!
 * Morgan: Ha ha! My turn! Flamingo...PUUUUUUUUUUUNCH!
 * Owain: I don't even need to dodge such a pathetic fireball. I deflect it back at you! KA-PWING!
 * Morgan: Waugh?!
 * Owain: Heh heh. Child's play.
 * Morgan: But...how?! How did he return my arcane magic?!
 * Owain: It seems we're at a stalemate, my rival. Till the next fated hour is tolled!
 * Morgan: I'll not let you off so easy next time! I swear it! I SWEEEEEEEEAR!
 * Owain: ......
 * Morgan: ......
 * Owain: Ah ha ha ha ha ha!
 * Morgan: Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
 * Owain: That. Was. AMAZING!
 * Morgan: Oh my gosh, right?! You were great, Owain!
 * Owain: Hardly! For being new to this, you nearly blew me away!
 * Morgan: Please, you're too modest. I'm nowhere near as good as you. I'm surprised how much fun it is to think this stuff up on the fly.
 * Owain: And it only gets better from here! So...same time next week?
 * Morgan: Sure! I can't wait!

A Support

 * Owain: The bell tolls for thee, Morgan. The fated hour is upon us. I ready my true ultimate move...
 * Morgan: Actually, can you hold that thought for just a minute, Owain?
 * Owain: Craven! You would flee from this sacred duel?!
 * Morgan: No, no, I'm all set to go. I just thought I'd go invite some of the others, too.
 * Owain: The...others?
 * Morgan: Sure! Games like these are best in groups. The more the merrier, right?
 * Owain: ...A game? A GAME?! You dare insult the sacred affairs of the fated hour?! You dare compare our battle to the capering fools upon a gilded stage?!
 * Morgan: No! I have nothing but respect for it! It always picks me up on slow days.
 * Owain: That is so not the point, Morgan!
 * Morgan: It isn't? I don't understand.
 * Owain: Oh, forget it. Just...forget it. And besides, the others wouldn't come anyway. They all treat me like an idiot when I make up moves.
 * Morgan: I've certainly never heard anyone say anything.
 * Owain: Trust me. They think I'm just a big kid. That's why I chose you as my rival. You take me seriously!
 * Morgan: Owain, I'm sorry. I didn't mean any disrespect by it.
 * Owain: No, it's fine. I know I'm pathetic. Just forget I said anything, all right?
 * Morgan: I don't think so.
 * Owain: What? Why not?
 * Morgan: Because it make me happy to hear you speak from the heart. We may be eternal rivals, but we're friends first and last. You can tell me anything!
 * Owain: You... You mean that?
 * Morgan: Of course! If I can withstand your Nephenee's Lance attack, I think I can handle your feelings.
 * Owain: I still call no fair on that. I totally had you.
 * Morgan: Ha ha! You're dreaming. You've always been a dreamer, Owain. Everybody loves that about you. And they respect you for marching to the beat of your own drum.
 * Owain: I guess so.
 * Morgan: Well, I know so, friend. So have some confidence!
 * Owain: All right, I will! Thanks, Morgan. So, uh... Do you think we could still...
 * Morgan: The code of the Justice Cabal demands no less. Our rivalry is undying! Now help me come up with some new moves!
 * Owain: You got it!

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.
 * Owain: How goes it, 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!
 * Owain: Really! Intriguing...
 * 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?
 * Owain: Well, as your trusted protector, I suppose—
 * Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! I'll start preparing! Oh, I can't wait to get started!
 * (Morgan leaves)
 * Owain: The blood boils strong in that boy...

B Support

 * Morgan: Father? Do you have a moment?
 * Owain: Yes, of course. Fortunately, my rage has been quelled for the moment.
 * Morgan: Perfect! Then let's get started on Project Get Memories of Dad Back! Step one—figuring out how we're going to trigger some flashbacks. I've already tried banging my head against a post, but nothing. I mean, it made me dizzy and nauseated, but it didn't unearth any hidden memories. What do you think, Father? Perhaps a stone wall would work better?
 * Owain: Let's just... hold off on the head smashing for now, shall we? Perhaps you could try just staring at me for a bit? I imagine one strong gaze at my heroic face should shock your memory back into place.
 * 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?"
 * Owain: Er, right. Perhaps that's enough of the memory project for one day?
 * Morgan: Sure... I'm still a little dizzy from banging the post earlier, to be honest... But this doesn't end here! I'm not giving up until I remember you, Father!

A Support

 * Morgan: *Sigh* No luck today, either... I'm going crazy trying to remember you. I feel so useless! I'm just so... *sniff* Why can't I... *sob*
 * Owain: Come now, Morgan, Such crying is unbecoming of a hero.
 * Morgan: B-but I know I must have loved you just as much as I loved Mother. I bet we had a million memories together, and the thought of having lost them... I feel like I failed you. Like I... Like I... *sob*
 * Owain: Morgan...
 * Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry. I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-my head!...Wha—?!
 * Owain: What's wrong?!
 * Morgan: I...I remembered something! Just one tiny little memory, but... I remember! You were smiling at me...and you called my name... Ha ha! Yes! You looked a little bit older, but it was DEFINITELY you! Oh thank you, 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.
 * Owain: Take all the time you need. I'll always be here for you... You know that, right?
 * Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Dad.

C Support

 * Morgan: Is this another training day for you, Kjelle?
 * Kjelle: ...Every day is a training day.
 * Morgan: Man, that armor must weigh a ton! Can I help you carry anything?
 * Kjelle: To stay adaptable, I train with every kind of weapon and armor I can find. Sometimes all at once. ...So believe me, I'm fine.
 * Morgan: I guess that explains why you're so much stronger than other girls! ...Er, and guys. I'd barely be able to walk in all that!
 * Kjelle: This is nothing.
 * Morgan: Well, I think it's amazing! Hey, do you mind if I watch you go through your training routine?
 * Kjelle: Why?
 * Morgan: Honestly, I'm one of the weakest guys in camp So if you've got any tips for bulking up, I want to know about 'em!
 * Kjelle: You're not going to get stronger relying on other people. Figure this out yourself, Morgan.
 * Morgan: No, wait! I'm not asking you to teach me or anything I just want to...watch.
 * Kjelle: A knight's training isn't some puppet show. Now leave me be!
 * (Kjelle leaves)
 * Morgan: B-but, I didn't mean to... Oh man, it didn't seem like to much to ask...

B Support

 * Morgan: Oh, there you are! I've been looking for you everywhere!
 * Kjelle: What do you want? I'm just about to start my training.
 * Morgan: Perfect! I came to observe.
 * Kjelle: What a short memory you have. I already told you I don't want you watching me.
 * Morgan: No, I remember! ...Although I'd be the last person to brag about their memory. But this time I'm not just here to watch. I came to assist you!
 * Kjelle: ...Assist me?
 * Morgan: Yup! I'll fetch your weapons and armor and bring you water when you're thirsty. I've even brought a stack of towels for when things get sweaty! This is gonna be fun!
 * Kjelle: Huh?!
 * Morgan: If there's anything I'm leaving out, just let me know. I'm here for you!
 * Kjelle: Yes, but WHY are you here? Why do you care this much?
 * Morgan: Er, because I want to watch a master at work, of course. Then I can incorporate what I learn here into my own training regimen. I realize now it was selfish to expect you to divulge your secrets for free. So I figure I can pay you back by being a training lackey! ...Or whatever you call it.
 * Kjelle: It's called a squire. ...And I will admit, you are persistent, at the very least.
 * Morgan: I'm not too strong and I'm not too smart, but I'm as eager as they come!
 * Kjelle: All right. We can try it. Do not lag behind!
 * Morgan: Yay! Thanks, Kjelle!
 * Kjelle: ......
 * Morgan: Ooh, do we have time for one quick question before we get started?
 * Kjelle: Ugh, what is it now?
 * Morgan: You're super strong for such a pretty girl!
 * Kjelle: ...That's not a question.
 * Morgan: Yeah, I know. I'm getting to it. Anyway, are you just a mountain of muscle under all that armor or what?
 * Kjelle: ...... The first thing my squire must do is stop talking. ...Forever, if possible. If you do not, I will show you my muscles by snapping your arms like twigs.
 * Morgan: Eep! I'll, uh... I'll just be quiet now. Eyes open, mouth closed! Won't hear another peep! No sir! Er, ma'am! Still as a church mouse, that's me!
 * Kjelle: Gods, I haven't even started and already I'm exhausted...

A Support

 * Morgan: I know you're right in the middle of things, but why don't we take a quick break?
 * Kjelle: *Pant* S-sure... Thanks for...your help today, Morgan. You've really...made things easier...
 * Morgan: Hey, I get to watch your routine up close. I'm the one who should be thanking you. You always... Er, Kjelle? You all right? You look pale.
 * Kjelle: *Huff, huff* F-fine... Just a...bit tired.
 * Morgan: Already? That's not like you. Are you sure you're feeling well? Now that I think of it, you seemed unsteady on your feet a few times today...
 * Kjelle: You're...imagining things... I'm fine.
 * Morgan: Actually, you're very, very pale. ...And your skin is clammy! We should get you medical attention. Do you need help walking?
 * Kjelle: *Wheeze* S-stop it...I said I'm f-fine... Haven't missed...a day's training yet... N-not about...to start today... Anyone weak enough...to let a fever stop them will...n-never be strong...
 * Morgan: Don't be so stubborn, Kjelle!
 * Kjelle: Nnnngh... J-just go. I don't... Don't want you to see me like this...
 * Morgan: Oh my gosh, you're delirious! Look, stay right where you are. I'll bring a healer, stat!
 * Kjelle: Don't! I don't need a...healer! I've got work to do here!
 * Morgan: You can't seriously intend to keep training in your condition.
 * Kjelle: And you can't seriously...think you can stop me... If you're my squire...then assist me...or get out...of my way! *wheeze*
 * Morgan: A squire cannot sit by and watch a knight die from scurvy...or whatever you have!
 * Kjelle: N-not...your decision... And it's the end for me, either way... If I stop pushing...others pass me... C-can't afford to...rest...
 * Morgan: ...Fine. But I'm going to watch you like a hawk! A tiny hawk, but still! A hawk!
 * Kjelle: Still planning to...get in my way?
 * Morgan: No, you train as hard as you like. But the minute I see you wobble, I'm dragging you to the infirmary. I'll hog-tie you if I have to! ...Er, or I'll try, at least.
 * Kjelle: M-Morgan...
 * Morgan: I know it's not a squire's place to mouth off, but I think—
 * Kjelle: It's fine. It's good...of you... You...keep watch...
 * Morgan: Yes sir! Er, ma'am!

S Support

 * Morgan: All right, time to catch another of Kjelle's training sessions. Though some days it's more self-flagellation than training... If it wasn't for me, she'd probably be dead by now. Hey, Kjelle! You here? Kjelle?
 * Kjelle: Morgan?! Wait, don't—
 * Morgan: Ah, there you— WAAAAAAAAAH!
 * Kjelle: MORGAAAAAAAAAN!
 * Morgan: N-NAKED! I mean sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't know you were bathing! I'll wait out here, I'm sorry! So sorry! Oh, gods, please don't kill me!
 * (Scene transition)
 * Morgan: ...So, um, right. Yes. ...Sorry.
 * Kjelle: It's my own fault. I should have heard you coming.
 * Morgan: Well, hey, I... I don't think you have anything to be ashamed of!
 * Kjelle: ...What's that supposed to mean?
 * Morgan: Er, I just mean... You're so beautiful! Even more than I'd imagined!
 * Kjelle: ...You've imagined it?
 * Morgan: Ha ha! Of course not! Never! ...Maybe once. ...Twice. ...Okay, all the time! Oh gods, please don't hurt me. I always thought you'd look like a big side of beef, but you don't! You're so...um... Actually, I think I'll just stop talking now.
 * Kjelle: Morgan? Some advice for the future... Never tell a girl you thought she'd look like a side of beef.
 * Morgan: R-right! Yeah, I mean, it was just so... Um, are we starting already? Why are you getting all the weapons? And why are you pointing them at me?! It was a compliment!
 * Kjelle: ...Was it now?
 * Morgan: Aieeeeee! Somebody help—muh?
 * Kjelle: I should probably kill you right now, but oddly enough I'm not mad. Heh. Though normally you've got to buy the cow before you get a show like that.
 * Morgan: Th-then sell me the cow! That's a deal only a fool would pass up!
 * Kjelle: ...Gods, you really are bad at this.
 * Morgan: N-no! That's not what I... Er, but that doesn't mean I don't want to... It's not as beefy as I thought, but I think it's still a very nice cow! The best cow! Gah, you're right! I am terrible at this! Look, Kjelle! I really, really like you!
 * Kjelle: ...I know. You're awful with words, but I could always read you clearly enough.
 * Morgan: Er, so if you know and you haven't killed me yet, does that mean...?
 * Kjelle: We can try it. But you have to bulk up those scrawny arms of yours. If you can commit to my rigid training regime, you can commit to me. Just know this: if I catch you slacking even once, I'm outta here!
 * Morgan: Yes, sir! Uh, ma'am! If I've learned anything from watching you, it's perseverance! I'll keep working with you till I'm as big and beefy as— Er, I mean... You know what? I'll shut up now.

C Support

 * Cynthia: I am Cynthia, Vanquisher of Evil! My sword has judged you and found you wanting! ...Heh. Nice. I'm totally using that next time out.
 * Morgan: You seem as chipper as ever, Cynthia. I feel energized just watching you.
 * Cynthia: Hey, if I've got anything to offer, it's pep! Belting out catchphrases and awesome hero speeches always gets me going.
 * Morgan: So that's your secret, is it?
 * Cynthia: Yup! If you're ever feeling worn down, I can't recommend it highly enough. Hey! You should try it right now!
 * Morgan: All right, maybe I will! Let's see... I am Morgan, the,um, unwavering light that makes bad guys...really sad!
 * Cynthia: ...Well?
 * Morgan: Hey, that does feel good! I bet with a little bit of practice, I could really get used to this
 * Cynthia: Oh, yay! It's always great to find someone who appreciates the art of heroism.
 * Morgan: Heh, it does seem like we're something of a matched pair.
 * Cynthia: And that means it's up to us to keep the speeches coming till everyone is energized!
 * Morgan: Look out, world! I'm gonna shout at you until I'm hoarse!

B Support

 * Cynthia: Hrmmm...
 * Morgan: Mmm? Cynthia?
 * Cynthia: Do they really? But that would mean...
 * Morgan: Is everything all right?
 * Cynthia: Oh. Hi, Morgan.
 * Morgan: I don't think I've ever seen you this drained. Is something on your mind?
 * Cynthia: No, I'm... Well, yes, actually. Lately, it seems like the others have all been...staring at me.
 * Morgan: Er, you mean more than usual or...what?
 * Cynthia: Well, I'm used to them watching, but not...you know...staring. It's been happening when I give heroic pep talks. People always look, but...
 * Morgan: ...But?
 * Cynthia: But whenever I do it lately, people just stare. A lot. And hard. It's like they're boring into my soul with twin javelins of shame and regret.
 * Morgan: Oh, that's just your imagination, I'm sure.
 * Cynthia: No it's not. They pity me, Morgan! They're all embarrassed for me! And so now that 's all I can think about. I can't even fight anymore! Seriously, I almost got stabbed by a blind codger on a horse the other day...
 * Morgan: Then I propose a little experiment.
 * Cynthia: Oh?
 * Morgan: If your heroic boldness is too much for them, why not try acting meek? In our next battle, take the field as a quiet, demure Cynthia. Then watch their reactions and draw conclusions from the experience.
 * Cynthia: Yeah, but...what will that tell me?
 * Morgan: If they're fed up with how rambunctious you are, they'll be glad you quieted down. But if they like your usual peppy self, they'll be clearly worried about you.
 * Cynthia: Geez. I'm not even sure I even know how to act demure.
 * Morgan: Just think about your mother. Try to act as she would.
 * Cynthia: All right. I'll give it a try!
 * Morgan: Wonderful! We'll have your answer in no time, I guarantee it!

A Support

 * Morgan: Hey, Cynthia.
 * Cynthia: ...Morgan.
 * Morgan: So? How goes it? Have you mastered acing meek and demure yet?
 * Cynthia: ...Yes. ...... ...I have.
 * Morgan: Er, right. You know, I'm not sure that's actually how demure works. Maybe you just need a little more time? Yes, I'm sure that's it!
 * Cynthia: ...No. That isn't... ....... ...necessary.
 * Morgan: I can actually feel myself growing old waiting for you to finish a sentence. I'm starting to think this was a bad idea.
 * Cynthia: What? No way! I practiced really hard! Look, I'll even show you my demure face! Mmmmrrrrgggghhh...
 * Morgan: ...Please stop that. Er, all this aside, though, how have the others reacted to this new you?
 * Cynthia: Aw, it was really sweet! they were all very concerned. They kept coming up and asking me what was wrong.
 * Morgan: Oh?
 * Cynthia: Oh yeah! People were all running up and shouting at me and stuff! "What is wrong with you, Cynthia?!" "You look upset, Cynthia!" "Why do you keep making that horrible face, Cynthia?" So if what you said is true, that means they all miss the old perky me, right?
 * Morgan: Er... R-right! I'm sure that's what they meant. They all want you to be yourself. Your happy, energetic...very loud self.
 * Cynthia: Yay! It's such a relief to know for sure! Oof, all that worrying had my stomach in knots. But now that it's over, I'm hungry! You wanna grab something to eat? I think they have pottage today!
 * Morgan: Sure. It must be hard to be energetic on an empty stomach, after all.
 * Cynthia: I know, right? Come on, let's go!
 * Morgan: ...Yeesh. Between the pauses and that face, it's no wonder people thought her ill. I doubt it had anything to do with her missing pep and verve. ...Not that I could tell her that without breaking her heart, though... Ah well. At least she's smiling again!

S Support

 * Cynthia: Morgaaaan!
 * Morgan: Um, hi?
 * Cynthia: You're not...hiding anything from me, are you?
 * Morgan: Wh-what makes you say that?
 * Cynthia: Oh, please. It's written all over your face!
 * Morgan: I really have no idea what you—
 * Cynthia: The REAL reason everyone was worried when I was acting demure—out with it!
 * Morgan: ...Ah. That.
 * Cynthia: I knew it! You knew I was wrong, and you just let me believe it! You said everyone's concern about me meant they missed the old me! You lied to me!
 * Morgan: It wasn't a lie! It was a... I mean, I... Wait, how did you come to the conclusion that the others didn't miss the old you?
 * Cynthia: Someone asked if I was feeling better, and I said yep, and then they said... "Good. The funny talking had us worried it was permanent brain damage." "You've always been crazy, but this time we worried you'd finally snapped." This is your fault, Morgan! I made and even bigger fool of myself than before!
 * Morgan: I'm sorry, Cynthia. Really, I am. I didn't mean to lie.
 * Cynthia: Then why did you?
 * Morgan: Because I missed the old you! The crazy girl with all the speeches and moves! So others may not get it. So what?! They were still concerned for you. But me? I just missed you. You, Cynthia! I think you're awesome!
 * Cynthia: Morgan...
 * Morgan: I love your energy, Cynthia! I love your heroic nature! I...I love YOU!
 * Cynthia: ...You what?
 * Morgan: I only realized it once you were gone. Er, once you went demure, I mean. But once it happened, I didn't know how to tell you without hurting you. And then, when you changed back, I didn't want to change your mind about why. So I didn't. I was a coward and I just...hoped everything would work out.
 * Cynthia: ...I forgive you.
 * Morgan: ...Y-you do?
 * Cynthia: I looked like a fool, and you just confessed that you're in love with me. I think that evens the ol' embarrassment scales, don't you?
 * Morgan: Cynthia...
 * Cynthia: Yes, it may have been embarrassing... But in the end, I'm glad it happened.
 * Morgan: Really?
 * Cynthia: Yes. ...Because it led me to someone who really loves me for who I am. I hope you know what you're getting into. I can be kinda loud sometimes.
 * Morgan: Heh...I kinda noticed. But I'd have it no other way! *Ahem* By the mighty sword of Morgan, I shall love you forever!
 * Cynthia: Hey, that was actually pretty good!

C Support

 * Morgan: Ah! There you are, Severa!
 * Severa: *Sigh* Yes, Morgan?
 * Morgan: What are you up to?
 * Severa: I was trying to enjoy a moment of peace and solitude. And you've just ruined it. Thanks.
 * Morgan: Ouch! You don't mince words, do you? But hey, if you're not peaceful anymore, does that mean you're free?
 * Severa: ...Wow. Someone's pushing their luck.
 * Morgan: Ha, I know. Glass half full—that's me! Anyway, everyone's making dinner in the mess tent. Why don't you join us?
 * Severa: If everyone is there, you won't miss me.
 * Morgan: Aww, don't be like that! ...Unless you can't cook.
 * Severa: I can cook well enough, thank you.
 * Morgan: Then come on! I'd love a chance to sample your cooking.
 * Severa: Maybe I don't even want to cook for you! Did you ever think of that?
 * Morgan: Look, it doesn't even have to be good. All I ask is that it's edible.
 * Severa: Oh my gosh, you are so rude!
 * Morgan: I'm not trying to be! I'm just curious about what you eat.
 * Severa: RUDE! I eat what everyone else eats!
 * Morgan: S-sorry, I didn't mean...
 * Severa: Fine! If I cook you something, will that shut you up?
 * Morgan: Oh, absolutely!
 * Severa: ...Then I'll whip up something amazing, and you never get to question me again!
 * Morgan: Ooh! I can't wait!

B Support

 * Severa: Ah, there you are. Come here, Morgan.
 * Morgan: Mmm? Did you need me for something?
 * Severa: You said you wanted to taste my cooking, right? Well, now's your chance. I just finished making something.
 * Morgan: You did? Just for me? Gosh, I'm flattered!
 * Severa: Not for you! I was just bored. I decided to cook on a lark. ...Here. Try this stew.
 * Morgan: Whoa, it looks amazing. Pretty too! The red tomato base is balanced by the green beans and the orange carrots.
 * Severa: Less talking, more chewing!
 * Morgan: Ah, right...mmm... Wow, it's delicious! But...
 * Severa: ...But?!
 * Morgan: I feel like it's missing something.
 * Severa: What? Did I leave out a spice?
 * Morgan: No, it's not that... It's missing... Hmm, what is it missing? I can't quite put a finger on it.
 * Severa: Are you sure you even know what you're talking about?
 * Morgan: Er, I guess not? But it was it really was good! I mean it! I know it sounds like I'm nitpicking, but that really wasn't my intent.
 * Severa: You can't just tell someone their amazing stew is missing something and not say what!
 * Morgan: ...I wish I knew.
 * Severa: Argh! You are so frustrating me right now!
 * Morgan: I know, I'm sorry! ...Maybe it's fine. I could just be feeling weird. Regardless, I'm impressed. I didn't think you'd be much of a cook. I mean, you seem like more of the spoiled-princess type, you know? But a hearty stew full of fish and veggies feels like classic home cooking.
 * Severa: Th-that's enough commentary!
 * Morgan: But the fact that you didn't contradict me means you agree, right?
 * Severa: Shut it! Just finish your stew and get out of here!
 * Morgan: Okay, I'm leaving right now! I promise! ...... Um, but can I get seconds for the road? I'm really hungry.
 * Severa: Whatever! Just, out! Now!

A Support

 * Morgan: Er, h-hello, Severa...
 * Severa: What? What is it? Why are you cowering or whatever?
 * Morgan: Oh, just... Well after the other day, I thought you were...a little upset?
 * Severa: Upset? Me? Oh no! Noooooo, sir. ...Nope. I mean if you say my stew was missing something, then it was.
 * Morgan: Um, that sounds really sarcastic.
 * Severa: Oh, you don't say?
 * Morgan: Er, yeah. So does that, actually. Anyway, um, I don't know if you care, but I think I know what the stew needed. It tasted like you were going through the motions of cooking instead of...cooking.
 * Severa: ...That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard, Morgan.
 * Morgan: No, really, hear me out. When cooking for someone, your feelings for them naturally flow into the food! Cooking isn't just about following a recipe. It's a form of expression! Anyway, that's what was missing from the stew, I think. It was emotion.
 * Severa: Well, gee. I'm sorry that your stew lacked emotional gravitas!
 * Morgan: You know, if you ever want to cook with feeling, I'd love to try it out.
 * Severa: Oh yeah? Any old feelings? ...Or how about my feelings for you?
 * Morgan: Er... I'm not sure quite what you mean.
 * Severa: What about feelings of annoyance and outrage at having my cooking insulted? Or perhaps my incredulity at your having the gall to then eat it all afterward? What sort of flavors do you think THOSE might add? Huh, Mr. Master Chef?!
 * Morgan: Eep! S-sorry! I'm sorry! Please don't make me eat all that!
 * Severa: Ah ha ha ha!
 * Morgan: Noooooo!
 * Severa: Oh, stop it. I'm not actually going to poison you.
 * Morgan: Yeah, but I can imagine you "accidentally" using way too much chili powder.
 * Severa: Hah! Now THAT is a great idea!
 * Morgan: ...Oh gods. What have I done?

S Support

 * Morgan: Hey, Severa. Can I come in?
 * Severa: So, you decided to show.
 * Morgan: You said you were cooking again, right? I wouldn't miss that for the world! ...Even if it means death by chili powder.
 * Severa: Well, of course I was going to cook again. I couldn't let that insulting review of yours stand as the final word! The missing ingredient's been pinpointed, and there's nothing left to get in my way. It's time for a grudge match: my food versus your belly!
 * Morgan: Um, I did say the food was tasty last time, didn't I?
 * Severa: Oh, right. Like I believed THAT. There's no easy outs, Morgan! Now, eat!
 * Morgan: This looks like the same stew you made before.
 * Severa: Yes. Let's hear whether anything is missing this time!
 * Morgan: All right. Here goes... *Sluuurp* Mmm...
 * Severa: ...Well?
 * Morgan: ...... Delicious! It's absolutely fantastic! Even better than before! I can really feel the emotion you put in it. It's warming my belly AND my heart!
 * Severa: ...Good.
 * Morgan: So what were you thinking about while you made this, huh? Puppies? Kittens? Rain falling gently on the tent flap at night?
 * Severa: Why do you want to know?!
 * Morgan: Because the recipe, ingredients, and chef are the same, but the taste is different! I'd like to know what sort of feeling could make a dish that much better.
 * Severa: None of your business!
 * Morgan: What? Why not? Please?
 * Severa: No! Absolutely not!
 * Morgan: *Sigh* ...All right, have it your way. Man, I wish I could eat food this tasty every day for the rest of my life.
 * Severa: What?!
 * Morgan: ...Er, sorry. Did that sound weird?
 * Severa: I-it sounded like... Like you were implying I should be your wife...
 * Morgan: Did it? Ha ha! Yeah, no wonder you flipped out there. Although I'd be jealous of any guy who married you and got to eat like this.
 * Severa: ...I don't know. I'd be shy one ingredient if I tried to make it for anyone but you.
 * Morgan: Carrots?
 * Severa: Ugh, seriously? Gods, Morgan, you are so thick sometimes!
 * Morgan: Er, celery? Bay leaf? Vegetable stock? Beef broth? Foie gras? Abalone? Come on, help me out here!
 * Severa: Argh! Just forget it! You can ponder it over homemade stew every night for the rest of your life...
 * Morgan: You'll cook for me again? Fantastic! Aw, thanks a million, Severa! But wait, every night? That'd be like we were...
 * Severa: If you're done, you can wash your bowl. And scrub the pots while you're at it, too!
 * Morgan: Wait, wait, wait! You don't... Did you mean... Are we...?! Severa? ...Hey, Severa! Where you going, Severa? ...What just happened here...?

C Support

 * Morgan: Ha ha, those guys are hilarious! Eating dinner as a big group is so much fun! And oof—I am stuffed! I'm gonna sleep well tonight... Oh, hey Yarne!
 * Yarne: Oh, uh... Hi, Morgan.
 * Morgan: What are you up to all off by yourself? The rest of us just finished dinner.
 * Yarne: You're chipper as always.
 * Morgan: Yarne, is everything all right? If you're not feeling well, I can get you something.
 * Yarne: No, nothing like that. I'm fine. I'm just so surprised you can stay so cheery all the time. The war's got us in a constant panic, and you're an amnesiac on top of it! How do you do it?
 * Morgan: I never really stopped to think about it... I guess I was just born this way?
 * Yarne: Well, I'm jealous. I bet you're all smiles in the middle of combat, too, huh? I can't imagine wanting to fight, even if I were all bubbly...
 * Morgan: Well, maybe you wouldn't be so scared if I stuck close and kept you safe!
 * Yarne: You... You'd do that?
 * Morgan: Well, sure! We're in this thing together, aren't we? I'm happy to do what I can to help.
 * Yarne: Wow, Morgan. Thank you. I really appreciate that! If things get hairy out there, I'll be counting on you to save me!
 * Morgan: Ha! It's a promise!

B Support

 * Morgan: Hey, Yarne.
 * Yarne: Oh, hey. Did you need me?
 * Morgan: Off by yourself again? You should come eat with the rest of us!
 * Yarne: That's just it. I'm not exactly part of the rest of us. Two days after you showed up, you were already everybody's best friend. What's your secret?
 * Morgan: Aw, heck. I dunno!
 * Yarne: All I ever hear from the others is that I'm a big coward. They're always lecturing me.
 * Morgan: But you're just doing what you have to in order to keep the taguel bloodline going.
 * Yarne: See, YOU get it!
 * Morgan: Well, sure! You're the last of an entire race! Who wouldn't understand that?
 * Yarne: Literally everyone but you...
 * Morgan: Well, I think you're pretty brave to be fighting, given all that's riding on you. ...Hey, maybe that's why I'm so upbeat? Because I lost my memories?
 * Yarne: How would that make you happier?
 * Morgan: I don't have any grand fate or dark past to weigh me down. No heritage to carry on. I can just be me.
 * Yarne: And "just you" is a cheery guy?
 * Morgan: Apparently! Besides, in times this harsh, every group needs one joker to lighten the mood. I guess I fell into the role and I've been having too much fun to stop!
 * Yarne: You're something else, Morgan...
 * Morgan: Give it a try! I bet you'll be pleasantly surprised!

A Support

 * Yarne: Morgan! You're not gonna believe this!
 * Morgan: What? What happened?
 * Yarne: After we spoke, I decided to reach out and join the group. I've been talking to the others more, and I make it a point to keep smiling. Not like an idiot, mind you, but just...you know. All friendly-like.
 * Morgan: Great! How's it working out?
 * Yarne: It was pretty awkward at first, and everyone was still a bit cold. But they've since warmed up! Now I've got people dropping by to chat all the time!
 * Morgan: Hey, that's wonderful!
 * Yarne: For the first time, I actually feel like part of a team.
 * Morgan: Well, I'm really glad to hear it, Yarne.
 * Yarne: It never would have happened without your advice, Morgan. I'm really glad we started talking. I'd always watched you and wished I could be like that. Now I think I'm even ready to take the lead in combat and start protecting my friends!
 * Morgan: I don't know what to say, Yarne. I'm blown away. *sniff*
 * Yarne: Whoa, whoa, whoa—! Why are you tearing up?
 * Morgan: I'm just really, really happy for you. I'd noticed you before, you know? You always looked so lonely.
 * Yarne: I guess I was, until you came along. You're the best friend a taguel could ask for! And I'm going to keep at it until I'm as good a friend to you!
 * Morgan: I know it won't take but a week, tops!

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.
 * Yarne: What are you 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!
 * Yarne: Heh, is that so?
 * Morgan: Yup! Even without my memories, there's an invisible thread that links us. Er, but that reminds me... I was just wondering how I could have possibly forgotten you, Father. Do you think maybe you could help me get those memories back?
 * Yarne: I'd be happy to try. After all—
 * Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! I'll start preparing. Oh, I can't wait to get started!
 * (Morgan leaves)
 * Yarne: ...What was that all about?

B Support

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

A Support

 * Morgan: *Sigh* No luck today, either... I'm going crazy trying to remember you. I feel so useless! I'm just so... *sniff* Why can't I... *sob*
 * Yarne: Come now, Morgan. No tears.
 * Morgan: B-but I know I must have loved you just as much as I loved Mother. I bet we had a million memories together, and the thought of having lost them... I feel like I failed you. Like I... Like I... *sob*
 * Yarne: Morgan...
 * Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry. I guess I got a little carried away... Ngh! M-my head! ...Wha—?!
 * Yarne: What's wrong?! Migraine headache? Embolism? Brain aneurysm?
 * 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.
 * Yarne: Whew! I was worried you were going extinct there for a second! Anyway, take all the time you need. I'll always be here for you!
 * Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Dad.

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.
 * Laurent: Morgan? What are you doing?
 * 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!
 * Laurent: That is a most unscientific analysis. And yet, oddly plausible...
 * Morgan: Yup! Even without my memories, there's an invisible thread that links us. Er, but that reminds me... I was wondering how I could have possibly forgotten you, Father. Do you think maybe you could help me get those memories back?
 * Laurent: I would be delighted to try. After all—
 * Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! I'll start preparing. Oh, I can't wait to get started!
 * Laurent: The loquaciousness of that boy is unparalleled...

B Support

 * Morgan: Father? Do you have a moment?
 * Laurent: Yes, of course.
 * Morgan: Perfect! Then let's get started on Project Get Memories of Dad Back! Step one—figure out how we're going to trigger some flashbacks. I've already tried banging my head against a post, but nothing. I mean, it made me dizzy and nauseated, but it didn't unearth any hidden memories. What do you think, Father? Perhaps a stone wall would work better?
 * Laurent: I see no point in further damaging your already fragile cranium. Perhaps you could try staring at me for a while? It might help trigger a memory.
 * Morgan: Argh, that's perfect! You're a genius! I must have seen your face a million times in the future. It's bound to bring SOMETHING back if I stare at it long enough. Okay, sorry to invade your personal space here, but... Here goes... ...... ......... ............ ............... Drats! It's not working. I don't remember a thing. It's like... Have you ever stared at a word so long it kind of fell apart? And you think, "Is that how that's spelled? Wait, is that even a real WORD?!" Except here it's "Is that what Father looked like?"
 * Laurent: Oh, dear. It would seem this experiment is also a failure... Let's take a break from the memory project for today, shall we?
 * 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!

A Support

 * Morgan: *Sigh* No luck today, either... I'm going crazy trying to remember you. I feel so useless! I'm just so... *sniff* Why can't I... *sob*
 * Laurent: Morgan, I don't believe crying is necessary at this juncture...
 * Morgan: B-but I know I must have loved you just as much as I loved Mother. I bet we had a million memories together, and the thought of having lost them... I feel like I failed you. Like I... Like I... *sob*
 * Laurent: Morgan...
 * Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry. I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-my head! ...Wha—?!
 * Laurent: What's wrong?!
 * Morgan: I...I remembered something! Just one tiny 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.
 * Laurent: Take as much time as you need. I'll be happy to assist you in this endeavor.
 * Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Dad.

C Support

 * Noire: Aah! Aiiieee! N-no, stop! STOP! STAY AWAY!
 * Morgan: What?! ...That's Noire! Noire, hold on!
 * Noire: Morgan, hurry! Heeelp!
 * Morgan: What's wrong?! Are we under attack?! Are you all right?! And, uh... Why are you squirming around like that?
 * Noire: Buh... B-b-b-buh...
 * Morgan: ...Buh?
 * Noire: BUG! BACK! BUG ON MY BACK!
 * Morgan: Hmm? Oh, will you look at that! It's a little red guy with black spots.
 * Noire: J-just get it off me!
 * Morgan: Aaand...got it! Aww, up close it's so adorable!
 * Noire: Augh, stop! Go! Get it out of here! It's crawling all over your hand!
 * Morgan: All right, all right, it's outside now. Geez, Noire. I didn't think anyone could be scared of a little ol' ladybug.
 * Noire: It doesn't scare you? It was ON you!
 * Morgan: Oh, I don't mind. I love bugs!
 * Noire: ...All bugs?
 * Morgan: Hmm, I suppose there are probably some exceptions. Roaches and other creepy-crawlies that scuttle about in the dark are a bit gross. ...And giant fire-breathing scorpions aren't fun to be around.
 * Noire: Even the tiniest of bugs terrify me... Pathetic, isn't it? We're trying to win a war, and I can't even face down a bug.
 * Morgan: I wouldn't call it pathetic, but I guess it's better not to be scared if you can help it.
 * Noire: I know, right? Morgan, if I... If I asked you to help me get over my fear, would you do it?
 * Morgan: You mean your bug phobia? Sure, why not? I'll go collect a bunch of my favorites and show them to you. Once you've seen a whole mess of 'em, you'll be used to it. Problem solved!
 * Noire: M-maybe not...too many of them... Er, Morgan? Wait, Morgan, I... Hello?

B Support

 * Morgan: Oh, Noire!
 * Noire: Mmm? Hello, Morgan. Wh-what's in the big cage?
 * Morgan: It's for you. Come here and take a nice, close look...
 * Noire: Hmm? Why, what's in— ...Hurrk!
 * Morgan: Noire? Noire, answer me! ...Oh no, you're frothing from the mouth! Gotta elevate your head...
 * Noire: ...Nguh? M-Morgan?! Wh-what happened? How long was I out?
 * Morgan: A few minutes. You took one look at the insects I brought you and you passed out.
 * Noire: Insects...? Augh, the insects! I remember now! *shudder* W-wait. You brought them for me?
 * Morgan: That was the plan, right? You wanted help getting used to the sight of them? I guess I set the bar a little high for our first attempt.
 * Noire: I was expecting... I don't know, butterflies or something. Definitely not those black horned monstrosities!
 * Morgan: Aren't they awesome?! I've got beetles with horns, other guys with pincers... Anybody who was ever a little boy knows how these are the best bugs ever! So... Did you want another look?
 * Noire: NO! No, that...won't be necessary, thank you.
 * Morgan: No? These are some prime specimens. I'm pretty proud of 'em, but...
 * Noire: I'm sorry, Morgan. I know you went to a lot of effort to catch these for me. But I don't know if I can get used to something I can't even look at.
 * Morgan: No, no, I'm the one who should apologize. I think my selections were a bit off, given the audience. I should've started smaller. I'll come back once I've tracked down some cuter critters.
 * Noire: Um, thank you?
 * Morgan: Sure thing! I'll get started right away! But, hmm... Cute insects... Maybe start with butterflies and go from there? Just have to make sure I don't accidentally grab an Ylissean screeching moth! Ha ha!
 * Noire: Screeching...moth? They screech?! Wait a minute, why would a moth ever need to screech?!

A Support

 * Morgan: Hey, Noire.
 * Noire: Oh, hello, Morg— Wait. Why do you have a cage? ...What's in the cage, Morgan?!
 * Morgan: Only the cutest of the most nonthreatening of bugs! ...Promise!
 * Noire: And...how many of them? Hopefully not dozens like you brought last time...
 * Morgan: Nope, I learned my lesson. I think there are maybe four or something? Didn't want you going all frothy and unconscious on me again. Anyway... Here you go!
 * Noire: ...... Ah! They glow!
 * Morgan: Yeah! The males of that species flash in the dark to attract mates.
 * Noire: It's beautiful... I've never seen anything like it.
 * Morgan: Good! I'd hoped you'd be all right with something like this.
 * Noire: Oh my gosh... I could watch these little guys for hours.
 * Morgan: That's great! Mission accomplished! ...Muh? What's that?
 * Noire: ...That buzzing. What's making that sound?
 * Morgan: Probably—and please don't panic—but probably a gnat or fly or some tiny thing.
 * Noire: It's very... Very, very, very, very, very...
 * Morgan: Hmm?
 * Noire: Very, very IRRITATING! INSOLENT CREATURE! YOU PUNY, GALLING FOOL OF AN INSECT! YOU DARE INVITE MY WRATH?!
 * Morgan: Er...Noire?!
 * Noire: Show yourself! Where is this hateful beast with the hubris to vex my ears?!
 * Morgan: It's, uh... Ooh, there!
 * Noire: NOW FACE YOUR IMPLACABLE FATE!
 * Morgan: Ack! Good gods, watch out!
 * Noire: ...Ahhhhh. ...Huh? What did... Oh, YEARGH! Eeeeeew! What have I doooooone?!
 * Morgan: Ah ha ha ha! That was amazing! You just snatched it from the air and crushed it with your bare hand! I'd say that proves you've gotten over your bug troubles, Noire.
 * Noire: No, I... I wasn't even thinking! My hand just shot out!
 * Morgan: That proves your instinctive fear is gone!
 * Noire: It...does?
 * Morgan: Absolutely! Looks like you've got an iron constitution now when it comes to bugs.
 * Noire: I... I do? M-maybe you're right, I... I do feel stronger!
 * Morgan: Just keep acclimatizing yourself bit by bit, and you'll have no trouble at all. Don't even think about it. Just take it one encounter at a time!
 * Noire: Oh, thank you, Morgan!

S Support

 * Noire: Eeeeek, I take it back! I can't do it!
 * Morgan: S-sorry! Okay, taking it away now! I guess it's still a little early for the big guys, huh?
 * Noire: I'm sorry... I'm hopeless, I know. I haven't cured my insect phobia at all.
 * Morgan: ...Maybe you should view this as one facet of a bigger process. It'd be great if you could easily grow less scared in general, and not just by bugs. So, um, yeah. Maybe you really don't have to stop disliking bugs at all. ...You know? ......
 * Noire: Are you all right, Morgan? You seem quiet today.
 * Morgan: N-no, I'm fine!
 * Noire: Are you sure? Even your encouragement has an oddly defeatist undertone.
 * Morgan: Does it? I'm sorry. I guess I just... Noire, let's stop doing this.
 * Noire: ...So you think it's hopeless, too?
 * Morgan: What? No, that's not what I meant.
 * Noire: Please, Morgan. If you think I'm a lost cause, feel free to say so. I've already accepted that about myself for years now...
 * Morgan: But that's not true! You are not a lost cause!
 * Noire: ...Really?
 * Morgan: I just... I just don't want you to change! You're perfect. Even your fear of bugs is... Well, it's adorable. Plus this way I get to feel like you have a use for me!
 * Noire: What?! Th-then you... You're... I mean...
 * Morgan: I'm head over heels for you! If I had one wish, it'd be to stay with you forever. To keep you safe from everything that scares you... I want to be the one you shout for when you need help, Noire!
 * Noire: Morgan, I... Thank you. I'm flattered. And really, really happy...
 * Morgan: Then does that mean...?
 * Noire: How could I not love you, after all the times you've given me courage and support? Look, I don't want you to feel like you have to guard me from the world. But I hope you'll continue to help me grow into a better, braver woman.
 * Morgan: I'll be your one-man cheering section! But, um... If you still want to shriek when you see a bug, it really is cute!
 * Noire: E-enough talk about bugs! You'll ruin the moment!

C Support

 * Morgan: Hmm? Hey, that's Nah... Why is she all hunched over...?
 * Nah: ......
 * Morgan: Nah! Are you all right?
 * Nah: Um, yes? Should I not be?
 * Morgan: You were hunched over! Are you sick?
 * Nah: ...No, I was praying.
 * Morgan: Praying?
 * Nah: Yeah. Like this. You close your eyes, see? ...Well, keep yours open to watch. "Great and wise Naga, heed my prayer!" ...And then you offer up your prayer. Naga is an incredibly important deity to the manaketes. If you pray to her, she'll guide you to happiness.
 * Morgan: Wow, sounds impressive! She must be awfully busy.
 * Nah: Yes! But she still takes time to speak to my kind every so often.
 * Morgan: Really? That's amazing!
 * Nah: She spoke to me just now, actually.
 * Morgan: Wow! What did she say?
 * Nah: "Kids your age shouldn't stay up so late."
 * Morgan: Ha ha! Your god is a real mother hen! So, um, can I ask what you were praying for?
 * Nah: I wished for happiness and peace in the world.
 * Morgan: And did she respond?
 * Nah: No. She never does when I ask for that.
 * Morgan: Hmm. I see... Maybe that's her way of saying we shouldn't rely on divine intervention. We need to build happiness and peace with our own hands!
 * Nah: Hmm ...Maybe so. That's certainly a very Morgan-like interpretation. You're always so gung ho and optimistic.
 * Morgan: Better to have more hope than less, I always say!
 * Nah: No arguments there!

B Support

 * Nah: O great and wise Naga...
 * Morgan: Oh hey, it's Nah...
 * Nah: ......
 * Morgan: She's hard at prayer again today.
 * Nah: ...... ...That should do it. Oh! Hello, Morgan.
 * Morgan: Hey there. Any responses from Naga today?
 * Nah: Yes, but not exactly the revelation I was hoping for. She asked me for more offerings!
 * Morgan: Oh? hey, what do you offer a jealous god, anyway? Fatted calves and such?
 * Nah: Naga is not a jealous god! ...And I was told to bring a flower.
 * Morgan: Oh? Any particular kind?
 * Nah: Naga's bell. It blooms once every 200 years, and only beneath a full moon. ...That's what the legends say, at least. I've never seen one for myself. They only grow in remote, craggy terrain far removed from human settlement.
 * Morgan: Wow. That's a pretty tall order. Very specific, too.
 * Nah: It's suppose to be near impossible to find. I'm afraid Naga's given me a doozy this time... But you can't exactly ignore a direct request from a deity, right?
 * Morgan: Say, do you want help looking for it?
 * Nah: That would be great, Morgan. But at the moment... I don't even know where to start looking. Give me a little time to come up with an idea, all right?
 * Morgan: Hey, yeah! And I'll find some dusty old tomes to read... Just in case.

A Support

 * Morgan: Hey, Nah! I was looking for you.
 * Nah: Er, sorry, Morgan. I stopped to pray a while ago, and Naga told me not to move from this spot.
 * Morgan: Hmm. Interesting. ...Maybe it was because she saw THIS coming!
 * Nah: Huh?
 * Morgan: Ta-dah!
 * Nah: Oh my gosh! That's the Naga's bell I was ordered to find as an offering!
 * Morgan: Ding ding ding! Correct! You win a meat pie! ...Oh, and the flower. Here
 * Nah: Morgan, where...? How did you...? I...I'm absolutely stunned! How did you know where to find one? They're legendarily impossible to find. And even then, they're suppose to grow only along high crags and cliffs!
 * Morgan: I guess I just got lucky. I found it entirely by accident, really. Just walking down the road, minding my own buisness, and there it was! I plucked it up on the off chance this was your flower, and what do you know? I guess sometimes they take pity on us and sprout up right under our noses!
 * Nah: ...Do they?
 * Morgan: Yup! Pretty fortunate thing, huh? Maybe Naga sent us a bit of good luck.
 * Nah: Well, thank you for doing this, Morgan. I'm sure she'll be pleased. I know I am!
 * Morgan: Well, if you're happy, I'm happy! Let's hope Naga will decide to grant that prayer of yours now!
 * Nah: I'm sure the message will get through with this!
 * Morgan: ...Anyway, I should get back to work. So long, Nah!
 * Nah: Good-bye, and thanks again!
 * (Morgan leaves)
 * Nah: Oh Morgan, you generous fool. Don't think I didn't notice those cuts and bruises...

S Support

 * Nah: Morgan!
 * Morgan: Heya, Nah! Still chattin' up the big lady upstairs?
 * Nah: No. I got what I was asking for.
 * Morgan: Oh! Well, congratulations! That's wonderful! Er, wait. You were asking for world peace and happiness, weren't you? ...Did I miss something? 'Cause I'm pretty sure the bad guys are still trying to kill us.
 * Nah: ...Oh no, I meant my other request.
 * Morgan: You had a second wish? What was it?
 * Nah: ...For the person I love to love me back. But now there's no need to ask Naga, because he cared for me all along.
 * Morgan: Oh, that's... That's great, Nah. But hey, I don't think I can... Er, it would be rude to pry any further.
 * Nah: No! I want you to hear this! I...I'm in love with you, Morgan!
 * Morgan: ...What?!
 * Nah: When I saw how you'd risked your life to find the Naga's bell for me, I... I was overjoyed to know you cared! Even Naga is happy! ...She told me the flower was delicious.
 * Morgan: Really? That's great news! And I'm really, really happy to hear you saying all this to me, Nah. ...Still feels a little ticklish coming out and saying I love you, though.
 * Nah: But you said it through so much more than just words, Morgan. When you handed me that flower, I could feel it rushing through me like a wave!
 * Morgan: Good... I'm glad. B-but words are still important, too, so lemme try those, too: I love you, Nah!
 * Nah: I love you, too!
 * Morgan: ...Yeah, that's gonna take a while to get used to. But it feels good! So, um, did Naga have anything to say about all this?
 * Nah: Hold on, I'll ask. ...... ...She said to get a room.
 * Morgan: Ha! I'd say that counts as giving us her blessing!
 * Nah: I would say so!

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.
 * Gangrel: And what are you up to?
 * 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!
 * Gangrel: Heh. Really...
 * 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 forgotten you, Father. Do you think maybe you could help me get those memories back?
 * Gangrel: Why not? I've got nowhere—
 * Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! I'll start preparing. Oh, I can't wait to get started!
 * (Morgan leaves)
 * Gangrel: That kid sure is energetic...

B Support

 * Morgan: Father? Do you have a moment?
 * Gangrel: I can carve a moment from my busy schedule, sure. Bwa ha ha!
 * Morgan: Perfect! Then let's get started on Project Get Memories of Dad Back! Step one—figure 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?
 * Gangrel: Hey, I love a bloody head-banging as much as the next guy. ...Probably more so. But let's take it easy on that for a bit. Maybe just try staring at me instead.
 * Morgan: Argh, that's perfect! You're a genius! I must have seen your face a million times in the future. It's bound to bring SOMETHING back if I stare at it long enough. Okay, sorry to invade your personal space here, but... Here goes... ...... ......... ............ ............... Drats! It's not working. I don't remember a thing. It's like... Have you ever stared at a word so long it kind of fell apart? And you think, "Is that how it's spelled? Wait, is that even a real WORD?!" Except here it's "Is that what Father looked like?"
 * Gangrel: Er, right. Perhaps that's enough of the memory project for now.
 * 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!

A Support

 * Morgan: *Sigh* No luck today, either... I'm going crazy trying to remember you. I feel so useless! I'm just so... *sniff* Why can't I... *sob*
 * Gangrel: Now, now. Enough with the crying already.
 * Morgan: B-but I know I must have loved you just as much as I loved Mother. I bet we had a million memories together, and the thought of having lost them... I feel like I failed you. Like I... Like I... *sob*
 * Gangrel: Yeesh...
 * Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry. I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-my head! ...Wha—?!
 * Gangrel: What's going on?
 * 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.
 * Gangrel: Yes, well, take all the time you need, Son. I'm not going anywhere anytime soon...
 * Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Dad.

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.
 * Walhart: What is the meaning of all this navel-gazing?
 * 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!
 * Walhart: Absurd. It is through strength alone that man—
 * 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 forgotten you, Father. Do you think maybe you could help me get those memories back?
 * Walhart: I would prefer to train you in the arts of warfare, death, and—
 * Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! I'll start preparing. Oh, I can't wait to get started!
 * (Morgan leaves)
 * Walhart: Bah. Useless!

B Support

 * Morgan: Father? Do you have a moment?
 * Walhart: Only if you vow not to waste my time with insignificant prattle.
 * Morgan: Perfect! Then let's get started on Project Get Memories of Dad Back! Step one—figure 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?
 * Walhart: Perhaps that plan would work if I drove your head through it... Or perhaps you could gaze upon your father's noble visage for a while.
 * Morgan: Argh, that's perfect! You're a genius! I must have seen your face a million times in the future. It's bound to bring SOMETHING back if I stare at it long enough. Okay, sorry to invade your personal space here, but... Here goes... ...... ......... ............ ............... Drats! It's not working. I don't remember a thing. It's like... Have you ever stared at a word so long it kind of fell apart? And you think, "Is that how it's spelled? Wait, is that even a real WORD?!" Except here it's "Is that what Father looked like?"
 * Walhart: Bah. You waste my time anew! That's enough of this for today.
 * 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!

A Support

 * Morgan: *Sigh* No luck today, either... I'm going crazy trying to remember you. I feel so useless! I'm just so... *sniff* Why can't I... *sob*
 * Walhart: SILENCE! This display demeans us both!
 * Morgan: B-but I know I must have loved you just as much as I loved Mother. I bet we had a million memories together, and the thought of having lost them... I feel like I failed you. Like I... Like I... *sob*
 * Walhart: I should put a sword in you and be done with it...
 * Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry. I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-my head! ...Wha—?!
 * Walhart: Pray, what calamity has befallen you now?!
 * 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.
 * Walhart: Such pitiful goals. *sigh* Oh, very well. I shall do what I can to assist you...
 * Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Dad.

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.
 * Yen'fay: How does the day find you, 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!
 * Yen'fay: Is that so?
 * Morgan: Yup! Even without my memories, there's an invisible thread that links us. Er, but that reminds me... I was just wondering how I could have forgotten you, Father. Do you think maybe you could help me get those memories back?
 * Yen'fay: It would be an honor. After all—
 * Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! I'll start preparing. Oh, I can't wait to get started!
 * (Morgan leaves)
 * Yen'fay: Well, he's certainly energetic...

B Support

 * Morgan: Father? Do you have a moment?
 * Yen'fay: I do.
 * Morgan: Perfect! Then let's get started on Project Get Memories of Dad Back! Step one—figure 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?
 * Yen'fay: Perhaps it best we...dispense with the head smashing for now, lad. Why not try staring into my eyes? It might help to trigger a memory.
 * Morgan: Argh, that's perfect! You're a genius! I must have seen your face a million times in the future. It's bound to bring SOMETHING back if I stare at it long enough. Okay, sorry to invade your personal space here, but... Here goes... ...... ......... ............ ............... Drats! It's not working. I don't remember a thing. It's like... Have you ever stared at a word so long it kind of fell apart? And you think, "Is that how it's spelled? Wait, is that even a real WORD?!" Except here it's "Is that what Father looked like?"
 * Yen'fay: Er...right. Perhaps we should halt the memory project for today.
 * 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!

A Support

 * Morgan: *Sigh* No luck today, either... I'm going crazy trying to remember you. I feel so useless! I'm just so... *sniff* Why can't I... *sob*
 * Yen'fay: Stay your tears, Morgan.
 * Morgan: B-but I know I must have loved you just as much as I loved Mother. I bet we had a million memories together, and the thought of having lost them... I feel like I failed you. Like I... Like I... *sob*
 * Yen'fay: Morgan...
 * Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry. I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-my head! ...Wha—?!
 * Yen'fay: What troubles you?!
 * 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.
 * Yen'fay: Take all the time you need, my son. I will do my best to aid you in this cause.
 * Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Dad.

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.
 * Priam: What are you 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!
 * Priam: Heh, is that so?
 * Morgan: Yup! Even without my memories, there's an invisible thread that links us. Er, but that reminds me... I was just wondering how I could have forgotten you, Father. Do you think maybe you could help me get those memories back?
 * Priam: I'd be happy to try. After all—
 * Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! I'll start preparing. Oh, I can't wait to get started!
 * (Morgan leaves)
 * Priam: Well, he's certainly energetic...

B Support

 * Morgan: Father? Do you have a moment?
 * Priam: Yes, of course.
 * Morgan: Perfect! Then let's get started on Project Get Memories of Dad Back! Step one—figure 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?
 * Priam: I don't think banging your head against a wall is going to accomplish anything. Here, why don't you try staring at me for a while? Right 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 here, but... Here goes... ...... ......... ............ ............... Drats! It's not working. I don't remember a thing. It's like... Have you ever stared at a word so long it kind of fell apart? And you think, "Is that how it's spelled? Wait, is that even a real WORD?!" Except here it's "Is that what Father looked like?"
 * Priam: Er, right. Perhaps that's enough of the memory project for one day...
 * Morgan: Sure... I'm still a little dizzy from banging the post earlier, to be honest... But this doesn't end here! I'm not giving up until I remember you, Father!

A Support

 * Morgan: *Sigh* No luck today, either... I'm going crazy trying to remember you. I feel so useless! I'm just so... *sniff* Why can't I... *sob*
 * Priam: Come now, Morgan. Pull yourself together.
 * Morgan: B-but I know I must have loved you just as much as I loved Mother. I bet we had a million memories together, and the thought of having lost them... I feel like I failed you. Like I... Like I... *sob*
 * Priam: ......
 * Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry. I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-my head! ...Wha—?!
 * Priam: What's wrong?
 * Morgan: I...I remembered something! Just one tiny little memory, but...I remember! You were smiling at me...and you called my name... Ha ha! Yes! You looked a little bit older, but it was DEFINITELY you! Oh, thank you, 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.
 * Priam: Take all the time you need. I'll always be here for you.
 * Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Dad.