Claude/Supports

With Byleth (Male)

C Support

• Claude: Hey, Teach. I see you’re as stony-faced as usual. Hmm. I can’t tell if you’re feeling resigned or if you’re just lost in thought. Or maybe you simply don’t care about anything that’s going on. Oh… Sorry. I really didn’t mean to be rude. I just find you fascinating. Actually, there’s something I’d like to talk to you about. Can you spare some time?
• Byleth:
  • Choice 1: Sure.
  • Choice 2: I'm busy.
• Claude:
  • Choice 1 response: That’s just the sort of attitude I’d expect from a new teacher!
  • Choice 2 response: Is that right? Maybe this is news to you, but teachers are supposed to display an active interest in the well-being of their students. Students…like me.
• Claude: Speaking of, before you came here, you were a mercenary, right? Always getting your hands dirty on the battlefield and whatnot? It’s a bit unusual that you suddenly decided to become a teacher one day. In any case, I’ve been meaning to ask. Did your father teach you how to fight?
• Byleth:
  • Choice 1: Yes, he did.
  • Choice 2: No, he didn't.
• Claude:
  • Choice 1 response: I figured. Your father used to lead the knights, didn’t he? And I hear he was a legendary mercenary as well.
  • Choice 2 response: Is that so? Well, I’m sure you grew up watching his fighting style, even if he didn’t teach you directly.

• Claude: It must have been hard on your mother when you followed in your father’s footsteps and became a mercenary too.
• Byleth: I never knew my mother.
• Claude: I see. I suppose you grew up moving from battlefield to battlefield with your father then. You know, for someone who’s right around the same age as me, you certainly have an unusual amount of composure. I guess it’s only natural that you’d be different from young nobles who grew up in the lap of luxury.
• Byleth: You don’t seem like a noble either.
• Claude: Ha! Well, even so, I am heir to House Riegan, the leading family of the Alliance. But I didn’t exactly grow up in luxury like most people of noble blood. Hey, maybe that’s why you and I get along so well. Folks like us should stick together. As house leader, I’ll do all I can to help you out. We can start by making time for more little chats like this.

• Claude: Hey, Teach! Hold on a minute, OK? I’m gonna have this cleared up in no time.
• Byleth:
  • Choice 1: What are you doing?
  • Choice 2: Need some help?
• Claude:
  • Choice 1 response: I came across a fascinating book about poisons, and so I wanted to try mixing one up myself.
  • Choice 2 response: Nah, that’s OK. I’ll be finished soon. I’m just in the middle of mixing up a new poison.
• Claude: Aaand…done! What do you think of that, Teach? A colorless, odorless poison! Say…care to test it out for me?
• Byleth:
  • Choice 1: Sure.
  • Choice 2: What does it do?
• Claude:
  • Choice 1 response: Whoa, really?! Heh, actually, I was just kidding. If you drink this, in two days’ time you’ll have terrible, um…let’s call it stomach trouble.
  • Choice 2 response: In two days’ time you’ll have a terrible case of…let’s call it stomach trouble. It’s a peaceful poison, so you’ll live, but you’ll certainly be inconvenienced.
• Claude: I hear your silent question, Teach. Why the delay? That’s so it can be used even if you don’t have access to the target when you need the poison to take effect. Um, naturally, I have no immediate plans for this stuff! I suppose I just felt like broadening the ol’ horizons a bit. When devising schemes, it’s best to have as many options at your disposal as possible. Expanding those options is kind of a hobby for me.
• Byleth: Why such a dangerous hobby?
• Claude: Well, I grew up in an environment where it was necessary to think that way. It’s like I told you before, I wasn’t born into a life of luxury. Ever since I was a child, I’ve always been seen as…different from those around me. An outsider of sorts. I’ve been resented and hated. There have even been attempts on my life. I don’t believe I’ve earned such treatment, but that’s how it goes for people like me.
• Byleth: I don’t think of you as an outsider.
• Claude: Thanks, Teach. You know, in many ways I’m just a normal person like everyone else. But in the right environment, anyone could be seen as an outsider. It can become…overwhelming. That’s why I kept running. Kept fighting.As a kid I spent a lot of time licking my wounds and coming up with schemes, trying to keep my nose out of trouble while plotting against my enemies. My parents always told me I wouldn’t grow stronger if I didn’t learn to fight my own battles. And so, in the end, I did. And I grew up to be as independent and self-reliant as my parents always wished for me to be. Lucky me, right?
• Byleth:
  • Choice 1: You’ve been through a lot.
  • Choice 2: You grew up well.
• Claude: If anyone knows what I’m talking about, it must be you. Eh, Teach? I get the feeling you know what it’s like to be an outsider. The moment I first laid eyes on you, I knew you weren’t like everyone else. People don’t care for folks like that… You’d do well to watch your back.
• Claude: On the bright side, that’s also part of the reason that I find you so interesting.

B+ Support

• Claude: Hey, Teach. Do you believe in gods? I don't necessarily mean the goddess of the Seiros religion. Just... gods in general. Do you believe that incredible beings who control the fates of all really exist?
• Byleth:
  • Choice 1: I do.
  • Choice 2: I do not. 
• Claude:
  • Choice 1 Response: Huh. That's not the answer I was expecting. Though, honestly, I've recently become a bit of a believer myself.
  • Choice 2 Response: Yeah, I didn't think so. I never used to believe in that sort of thing either.
• Claude: I've always hated the idea of praying to a god. After all, you can only really rely on yourself. I still believe that. You can't win a war by leaving your fate in the hands of a god. Only tangible facts can really decide a war. Which side has the most troops, the best tactics, the better organization and planning. Of course, miracles can happen. And by that, I mean things that are completely outside of your control. Things that only seem to add up if you believe in the concept of fate... Things like... well, meeting you, for example.
• Byleth: What do you mean?
• Claude: You just seem sort of... impossible. I think everyone would agree with that. You can wield the Sword of the Creator, you're a tactical genius, and you have this strange ability to earn the trust of anyone you cross paths with. Before I met you, I never imagined that it was possible for someone like you to exist.
• Claude: And yet, now that I know you, your presence in my life has quickly become invaluable. In fact, it's hard to imagine making my dreams come true without your help. Because of that, I can't believe for a second that our meeting was just a coincidence. That means it must have been fate. Maybe it was a miracle. Or maybe some god empathized with me and my dreams.
• Byleth: Some god?
• Claude: Again, I don't mean the goddess of Fódlan. Though... I suppose it may be hard for you to grasp what I'm talking about. People all over the world have different ideas about who or what the gods are, right? Even in distant lands across the ocean or over the mountains...
• Claude: They have gods who see the world as a whole, who don't care about Fódlan's borders... Who don't meddle in our affairs. Who don't grant life or take it away. And maybe, sometimes, they'll make a miracle happen. A god like that... That's the sort of god I think I could believe in.
• Byleth:
  • Choice 1: I don't understand.
  • Choice 2: I think I understand. 
• Claude:
  • Choice 1 Response: Well, it doesn't really matter. Maybe gods like that only exist in my own head.
  • Choice 2 Response: Careful, Teach! You'll anger the followers of Seiros if you say things like that.
• Claude: I'm just speaking my mind, that's all. I think people should be free to believe in whatever gods they want. If a person believes in a god and that god becomes a support system to them, that's a good thing. That's what a god should be.  Anyway... Maybe I've overstepped it.
• Byleth:
  • Choice 1: It doesn't matter.
  • Choice 2: You have.
• Claude:
  • Choice 1 Response: I knew you'd understand.
  • Choice 2 Response: Sheesh, no need to take offense! I just thought you might understand how I feel.
• Claude: In any case, let's keep this conversation between the two of us, yeah? 

A Support

• Claude: Oh, hey there. What are you doing up at this hour?
• Byleth:
  • Choice 1: I couldn't sleep.
  • Choice 2: I could ask you the same question.
• Claude:
  • Choice 1 Response: Is that right? I guess the more you have to think about, the harder it is to fall asleep.
  • Choice 2 Response: My brain's just... busy. Thoughts keep moving around and around in there, and meanwhile my eyes are wide open.
• Claude: At times like this, I just gaze up at the stars to clear my head. I've been that way since I was a kid. Looking up at the big, starry sky makes my dreams feel small... which makes it feel like I can actually make them come true. I didn't believe in gods when I was a kid. Maybe that's because the night sky took their place for me.
• Claude: Hey, Teach... Will you talk with me a while? I bet you've figured this out, but I wasn't born in Fódlan. Where I come from, the people of Fódlan are looked down on as cowards. Technically, that cowardice runs in my veins. On my mother's side, anyway. That's why the people who were around me when I was growing up thought of me as an outsider. But I don't believe the people of Fódlan are cowards. That kind of perspective is just based on ignorance.
• Claude: The person from Fódlan who I know best is my mother. She fell in love with a man from the wrong side of the border and had the guts to leave home to pursue that love. I always threw that in the faces of anyone who tried to make a fool of me. My mother is proof the people of Fódlan aren't all cowards.
• Claude: Just saying that doesn't achieve anything, though. I need to destroy the prejudices that have taken root in my homeland. That's why I came here, to see Fódlan with my own eyes. I thought I might be able to find a new perspective that could help me change things.
• Claude: And what did I find? That the people here view anyone who's an outsider as a beast of sorts. I was shocked. Even though our cultures and beliefs are completely different, our two lands have that much in common. That's when I realized the only way to change things is to bring the whole world together and start anew. That's the dream I've been working towards since I first entered the Officers Academy five years ago. To unify the Alliance, and then all of Fódlan, and to bring a new set of values to this new land of mine... After that, I'd expand that vision to the rest of the world. Break down the walls and let a new perspective come rushing in! Start all over!
• Claude: Do you think that's just a crazy pipe dream? Or a brilliant ambition?
• Byleth:
  • Choice 1: Can you make that pipe dream come true?
  • Choice 2: Can you rise to the challenge of that brilliant ambition?
• Claude: Not too long ago, I would have said that it was too much for me to accomplish on my own. But that's not how I feel anymore. And that's because I have you on my side now. Lately, I've spent a lot of time thinking about how I wouldn't have made it this far without you. You and me, Teach. We can go anywhere. Do anything. I hope you'll always walk in step with me... At least until the day comes when we can look out at the peaceful world we've built. Together.

With Byleth (Female)

C Support

• Claude: Hey, Teach. I see you’re as stony-faced as usual. Hmm. I can’t tell if you’re feeling resigned or if you’re just lost in thought. Or maybe you simply don’t care about anything that’s going on. Oh… Sorry. I really didn’t mean to be rude. I just find you fascinating. Actually, there’s something I’d like to talk to you about. Can you spare some time?
• Byleth:
  • Choice 1: Sure.
  • Choice 2: I'm busy.
• Claude:
  • Choice 1 response: That’s just the sort of attitude I’d expect from a new teacher!
  • Choice 2 response: Is that right? Maybe this is news to you, but teachers are supposed to display an active interest in the well-being of their students. Students…like me.
• Claude: Speaking of, before you came here, you were a mercenary, right? Always getting your hands dirty on the battlefield and whatnot? It’s a bit unusual that you suddenly decided to become a teacher one day. In any case, I’ve been meaning to ask. Did your father teach you how to fight?
• Byleth:
  • Choice 1: Yes, he did.
  • Choice 2: No, he didn't.
• Claude:
  • Choice 1 response: I figured. Your father used to lead the knights, didn’t he? And I hear he was a legendary mercenary as well.
  • Choice 2 response: Is that so? Well, I’m sure you grew up watching his fighting style, even if he didn’t teach you directly.

• Claude: It must have been hard on your mother when you followed in your father’s footsteps and became a mercenary too.
• Byleth: I never knew my mother.
• Claude: I see. I suppose you grew up moving from battlefield to battlefield with your father then. You know, for someone who’s right around the same age as me, you certainly have an unusual amount of composure. I guess it’s only natural that you’d be different from young nobles who grew up in the lap of luxury.
• Byleth: You don’t seem like a noble either.
• Claude: Ha! Well, even so, I am heir to House Riegan, the leading family of the Alliance. But I didn’t exactly grow up in luxury like most people of noble blood. Hey, maybe that’s why you and I get along so well. Folks like us should stick together. As house leader, I’ll do all I can to help you out. We can start by making time for more little chats like this.

B Support

• Claude: Hey, Teach! Hold on a minute, OK? I’m gonna have this cleared up in no time.
• Byleth:
  • Choice 1: What are you doing?
  • Choice 2: Need some help?
• Claude:
  • Choice 1 response: I came across a fascinating book about poisons, and so I wanted to try mixing one up myself.
  • Choice 2 response: Nah, that’s OK. I’ll be finished soon. I’m just in the middle of mixing up a new poison.
• Claude: Aaand…done! What do you think of that, Teach? A colorless, odorless poison! Say…care to test it out for me?
• Byleth:
  • Choice 1: Sure.
  • Choice 2: What does it do?
• Claude:
  • Choice 1 response: Whoa, really?! Heh, actually, I was just kidding. If you drink this, in two days’ time you’ll have terrible, um…let’s call it stomach trouble.
  • Choice 2 response: In two days’ time you’ll have a terrible case of…let’s call it stomach trouble. It’s a peaceful poison, so you’ll live, but you’ll certainly be inconvenienced.
• Claude: I hear your silent question, Teach. Why the delay? That’s so it can be used even if you don’t have access to the target when you need the poison to take effect. Um, naturally, I have no immediate plans for this stuff! I suppose I just felt like broadening the ol’ horizons a bit. When devising schemes, it’s best to have as many options at your disposal as possible. Expanding those options is kind of a hobby for me.
• Byleth: Why such a dangerous hobby?
• Claude: Well, I grew up in an environment where it was necessary to think that way. It’s like I told you before, I wasn’t born into a life of luxury. Ever since I was a child, I’ve always been seen as…different from those around me. An outsider of sorts. I’ve been resented and hated. There have even been attempts on my life. I don’t believe I’ve earned such treatment, but that’s how it goes for people like me.
• Byleth: I don’t think of you as an outsider.
• Claude: Thanks, Teach. You know, in many ways I’m just a normal person like everyone else. But in the right environment, anyone could be seen as an outsider. It can become…overwhelming. That’s why I kept running. Kept fighting.As a kid I spent a lot of time licking my wounds and coming up with schemes, trying to keep my nose out of trouble while plotting against my enemies. My parents always told me I wouldn’t grow stronger if I didn’t learn to fight my own battles. And so, in the end, I did. And I grew up to be as independent and self-reliant as my parents always wished for me to be. Lucky me, right?
• Byleth:
  • Choice 1: You’ve been through a lot.
  • Choice 2: You grew up well.
• Claude: If anyone knows what I’m talking about, it must be you. Eh, Teach? I get the feeling you know what it’s like to be an outsider. The moment I first laid eyes on you, I knew you weren’t like everyone else. People don’t care for folks like that… You’d do well to watch your back.
• Claude: On the bright side, that’s also part of the reason that I find you so interesting.

B+ Support

• Claude: Hey, Teach. Do you believe in gods? I don't necessarily mean the goddess of the Seiros religion. Just... gods in general. Do you believe that incredible beings who control the fates of all really exist?
• Byleth:
  • Choice 1: I do.
  • Choice 2: I do not. 
• Claude:
  • Choice 1 Response: Huh. That's not the answer I was expecting. Though, honestly, I've recently become a bit of a believer myself.
  • Choice 2 Response: Yeah, I didn't think so. I never used to believe in that sort of thing either.
• Claude: I've always hated the idea of praying to a god. After all, you can only really rely on yourself. I still believe that. You can't win a war by leaving your fate in the hands of a god. Only tangible facts can really decide a war. Which side has the most troops, the best tactics, the better organization and planning. Of course, miracles can happen. And by that, I mean things that are completely outside of your control. Things that only seem to add up if you believe in the concept of fate... Things like... well, meeting you, for example.
• Byleth: What do you mean?
• Claude: You just seem sort of... impossible. I think everyone would agree with that. You can wield the Sword of the Creator, you're a tactical genius, and you have this strange ability to earn the trust of anyone you cross paths with. Before I met you, I never imagined that it was possible for someone like you to exist.
• Claude: And yet, now that I know you, your presence in my life has quickly become invaluable. In fact, it's hard to imagine making my dreams come true without your help. Because of that, I can't believe for a second that our meeting was just a coincidence. That means it must have been fate. Maybe it was a miracle. Or maybe some god empathized with me and my dreams.
• Byleth: Some god?
• Claude: Again, I don't mean the goddess of Fódlan. Though... I suppose it may be hard for you to grasp what I'm talking about. People all over the world have different ideas about who or what the gods are, right? Even in distant lands across the ocean or over the mountains...
• Claude: They have gods who see the world as a whole, who don't care about Fódlan's borders... Who don't meddle in our affairs. Who don't grant life or take it away. And maybe, sometimes, they'll make a miracle happen. A god like that... That's the sort of god I think I could believe in.
• Byleth:
  • Choice 1: I don't understand.
  • Choice 2: I think I understand. 
• Claude:
  • Choice 1 Response: Well, it doesn't really matter. Maybe gods like that only exist in my own head.
  • Choice 2 Response: Careful, Teach! You'll anger the followers of Seiros if you say things like that.
• Claude: I'm just speaking my mind, that's all. I think people should be free to believe in whatever gods they want. If a person believes in a god and that god becomes a support system to them, that's a good thing. That's what a god should be.  Anyway... Maybe I've overstepped it.
• Byleth:
  • Choice 1: It doesn't matter.
  • Choice 2: You have.
• Claude:
  • Choice 1 Response: I knew you'd understand.
  • Choice 2 Response: Sheesh, no need to take offense! I just thought you might understand how I feel.
• Claude: In any case, let's keep this conversation between the two of us, yeah? 

A Support

• Claude: Oh, hey there. What are you doing up at this hour?
• Byleth:
  • Choice 1: I couldn't sleep.
  • Choice 2: I could ask you the same question.
• Claude:
  • Choice 1 Response: Is that right? I guess the more you have to think about, the harder it is to fall asleep.
  • Choice 2 Response: My brain's just... busy. Thoughts keep moving around and around in there, and meanwhile my eyes are wide open.
• Claude: At times like this, I just gaze up at the stars to clear my head. I've been that way since I was a kid. Looking up at the big, starry sky makes my dreams feel small... which makes it feel like I can actually make them come true. I didn't believe in gods when I was a kid. Maybe that's because the night sky took their place for me.
• Claude: Hey, Teach... Will you talk with me a while? I bet you've figured this out, but I wasn't born in Fódlan. Where I come from, the people of Fódlan are looked down on as cowards. Technically, that cowardice runs in my veins. On my mother's side, anyway. That's why the people who were around me when I was growing up thought of me as an outsider. But I don't believe the people of Fódlan are cowards. That kind of perspective is just based on ignorance.
• Claude: The person from Fódlan who I know best is my mother. She fell in love with a man from the wrong side of the border and had the guts to leave home to pursue that love. I always threw that in the faces of anyone who tried to make a fool of me. My mother is proof the people of Fódlan aren't all cowards.
• Claude: Just saying that doesn't achieve anything, though. I need to destroy the prejudices that have taken root in my homeland. That's why I came here, to see Fódlan with my own eyes. I thought I might be able to find a new perspective that could help me change things.
• Claude: And what did I find? That the people here view anyone who's an outsider as a beast of sorts. I was shocked. Even though our cultures and beliefs are completely different, our two lands have that much in common. That's when I realized the only way to change things is to bring the whole world together and start anew. That's the dream I've been working towards since I first entered the Officers Academy five years ago. To unify the Alliance, and then all of Fódlan, and to bring a new set of values to this new land of mine... After that, I'd expand that vision to the rest of the world. Break down the walls and let a new perspective come rushing in! Start all over!
• Claude: Do you think that's just a crazy pipe dream? Or a brilliant ambition?
• Byleth:
  • Choice 1: Can you make that pipe dream come true?
  • Choice 2: Can you rise to the challenge of that brilliant ambition?
• Claude: Not too long ago, I would have said that it was too much for me to accomplish on my own. But that's not how I feel anymore. And that's because I have you on my side now. Lately, I've spent a lot of time thinking about how I wouldn't have made it this far without you. You and me, Teach. We can go anywhere. Do anything. I hope you'll always walk in step with me... At least until the day comes when we can look out at the peaceful world we've built. Together.

S Support

• Claude: Sorry for calling you out here like this. I wanted to talk, just the two of us. First of all, I wanted to say thank you for all your hard work. It seems like our long struggle may finally be coming to an end.
• Byleth: Do you think it's really the end?
• Claude: The way forward will certainly be rough. Right now, Fódlan is like a newborn. Frail and easily upset. If we don't create a new ruling system soon, the Empire and Kingdom will descend into chaos. The coronation ceremony is the first step. Only then will Fódlan truly be a single, united land. I'm sorry that I won't be by your side at such an important event, but I'm certain you'll do great.
• Byleth: You won't be there?!
• Claude: I must return to my homeland. As for ruling this new, unified land... Well, I'll leave that to you.
• Byleth: ...
• Claude: The Fódlan blood that flows in my veins... I've made use of it as best I could. Now I've got to use my other bloodline to change my homeland for the better. I have royal connections there too, insignificant as they may be. It's time for me to struggle all over again and see what good I can do. If I don't change things in both Fódlan and the lands beyond, I'll never set eyes on the kind of world I've dreamed of creating.
• Byleth: I can't be a ruler.
• Claude: You're the successor Rhea appointed, aren't you? And now you're also the hero who saved Fódlan. All those weak people who have nothing to cling to but their goddess... They'll rely on you just like they used to rely on Rhea. You'll be a leader all who are struggling to survive in war-torn lands can look up to. And I... I want a ruler who can lay down a new set of values for the people. Values that don't exclude anyone for being different. I know it's a lot to ask. But you're the only one who can do it.
• Byleth: ...
• Claude: I have something else to ask. Please... I hope you'll accept this. When I first saw you wield the Sword of the Creator, I wanted to use your power to my advantage. I wanted to use you to make my dream of a new world come true. But before long, I realized what I really wanted was to see that new world... with you by my side.
• Claude: I still feel that way, you know. I always will. That's why I have to leave. But nothing will stop me from coming back. There's no way I'm gonna let you go. You know that, don't you?
• Claude: Thank you... For everything. I'll be back before you know it. We'll only be apart for a short while. And now... I'm off to cross Fódlan's Throat.
• Claude: I love you. With everything I am. And the next time we see each other... it will be at the dawn of a whole new world. A peaceful, happy world.

With Lorenz

C Support

• Lorenz: You. Just what are you up to?
• Claude: Well, if it isn't Lorenz!
• Lorenz: Yes, it is. Try not to sound so affronted. And you're just whimsically wandering the monastery grounds again, I suppose?
• Claude: Oh, naturally. After all, I really do adore the Garreg Mach Monastery.
• Lorenz: No, I think not. That impish look on your face does not suggest innocence. You are up to something.
• Claude: Lorenz, control yourself. Let's not start throwing around baseless accusations. It's not proper. This monastery is packed with a thousand years of history. Well, five years shy of a thousand, if we're going for accuracy. Those pillars, these walls, even the floor... They've all seen more than we can possibly imagine. Our distant ancestors may have walked these halls. Doesn't that excite you?
• Lorenz: Perhaps, if this were a discussion about art. But I'm afraid walls and floors are not sufficiently interesting to hold my attention. Nor will they suffice to distract me from what is plainly suspicious about you. House Riegan was on the brink of collapse until they suddenly revealed you as their legitimate heir. That was only a year ago. Where were you before that? Are you even a true heir to House Riegan?
• Claude: If I weren't truly of House Riegan descent, how do you imagine I acquired my Crest?
• Lorenz: A Crest is insufficient! I am referring to your noble disposition— or lack thereof!
• Claude: Well, that's what I came here to hone, after all. I can only hope that you will assent to instruct me in the art of snobbery, Professor Lorenz!
• Lorenz: I do not think you grasp the significance of the responsibility you bear. Do you even know what it means to lead the Leicester Alliance? I take no pleasure in saying this, but much of the chaos in our ranks right now is due to the failings of House Riegan's leadership. I intend to set things right. And once I expose you for the fraud you are, and reclaim my rightful place, that is precisely what I will do. To be blunt... it would have been better had you never shown your face around here.

Lorenz leaves.

• Claude: Sheesh, that guy. He just can't be reasoned with.

B Support

• Lorenz: Claude. Are you aware of the most recent conflict within the Alliance?
• Claude: Hello to you too, Lorenz. And you'll have to be more specific. The Alliance is always bickering over one thing or another.
• Lorenz: Margrave Edmund is raising objections over the assignment of his troops to the eastern defenses.
• Claude: If you please one noble, another will only gripe. No matter what happens, there will always be conflict.
• Lorenz: That is just the kind of lackadaisical attitude that causes more conflict among us than necessary! Now, listen to me carefully. House Edmund may not hold much land, but the land they do control is quite rich. They also maintain a thriving port. Their influence is poised to rival even the most powerful players in the Alliance. Yet they claim they cannot spare a fair share of troops? Do you find it acceptable to let such an obviously unreasonable objection stand?
• Claude: It's not as if the threat of Almyra to the east has proven all that threatening of late.
• Lorenz: Such negligence! What makes you so certain the Almyrans will not attack us tomorrow?! If certain dukes hold back their proper share of support, it will only serve to weaken House Goneril's hold of our eastern flank!
• Claude: Calm yourself. I am well aware that the financial situation of House Edmund is quite exceptional. However, what you fail to realize is that they are lacking in troops. They're not lying when they say they don't have that many to spare. As it were, the Almyrans have been nothing but peaceful since we refortified Fódlan's Locket. Are you aware that Margrave Edmund paid the majority of the costs for those repairs?
• Lorenz: Is that so?
• Claude: In fact, it's largely thanks to the skilled craftsmen he assembled that the fortress is now so impregnable. I, for one, wouldn't want to attack a fortress as formidable as that.
• Lorenz: I do see your point. If House Edmund has already made its fair contribution, then that is all we can ask. Very well, I withdraw my objection. But even the sturdiest fortress needs soldiers to defend it. If we continue to squabble amongst ourselves, it will eventually fall.

Lorenz leaves.

• Claude: Well, well. And here I thought he only cared about status... Still, if someone like him really came to lead the Alliance, it would not bode well for Almyra.

With Raphael

C Support

• Raphael: Hrgh... Ughh... Nghh... There we go. Time for a break!
• Claude: Hey, Raphael. That's quite a load you've got there.
• Raphael: It was my turn to do the shopping again, but I might have overdone it.
• Claude: Aren't those trips usually for food supplies? Why did you pick up a bunch of spears and gauntlets as well?
• Raphael: I was passing by the smithy and the old man called me over. He said he was finished repairing the training weapons, so I grabbed them since I was already there.
• Claude: I see. And those books?
• Raphael: I had just left the smithy when I ran into a merchant I recognized. He said he had some books that he brought for the library, so I took them off his hands.
• Claude: Right. And that desk?
• Raphael: Oh, this? Can you believe someone threw this away? It only needs a little work and it'll be good as new! Someone around here was just saying that they needed a desk.
• Claude: Of course. Now, this is just a friendly observation, but I see surprisingly little of the food supplies we actually need.
• Raphael: Haha. Well, I, uh, worked up an appetite from carrying all of this stuff, so, uh... I had a snack on my way back.
• Claude: Raphael... I appreciate the thought, but you can't get so carried away with helping out like that. You helped us all right out of dinner. And now that I've seen your struggle, I have no choice but to join in this vicious cycle of charity. Here, I'll lend you a hand.
• Raphael: All of this stuff is pretty heavy. Are you sure you can handle it?
• Claude: You insult me! And no, I can't. I'll only carry the books and offer my support as you handle the rest.

B Support

• Raphael: Ungh... Rrgh... Nrgh... Phew! Time to rest.
• Claude: Hey, Raphael. This scene... why is it oddly familiar?
• Raphael: Heh, it's almost like this stuff is drawn to me whenever I'm in town! I'm just happy I can use my muscles to help out around here.
• Claude: But isn't your goal to become a knight? Running errands isn't exactly a knight's job.
• Raphael: I heard that proper knights always help those in need. Isn't that right?
• Claude: Well, you're not wrong, but I think most people would consider that only a small part of a knight's duty. A knight's main function is to fight and defend, don't you think? That said, I'll agree that helping anyone and everyone who needs it makes you a remarkably virtuous person, which is even better.
• Raphael: If someone virtuous becomes a knight, they'll be a virtuous knight, right? That's about as proper as you can get!
• Claude: I... Yes? I suppose so? I, for one, would certainly look for virtue in any knight that I recruited.
• Raphael: So, you're saying I'm the type of knight you'd want to hire for House Riegan?
• Claude: Absolutely. If I somehow actually manage to become the head of my house, that is. I can't see into the future, but you have my word that I'll do all I can to help make your dream a reality.
• Claude: That is, if you're actually able to let somebody help you out, rather than helping out the whole world by yourself.
• Raphael: I'm not gonna stop helping others, but you can do me all the favors you want. All this talk of being proper is making me hungry. For my first favor, why don't you bring me a snack?

With Ignatz

C Support

• Ignatz: ...
• Claude: ...
• Ignatz: Gah! Claude! Why didn't you say anything?
• Claude: You were praying so fervently, I didn't want to interrupt.
• Ignatz: I appreciate the sentiment, but I wasn't praying.
• Claude: No? What then?
• Ignatz: I was just thinking about the goddess.
• Claude: Were you now? Fascinating! Please, go on.
• Ignatz: Not here. Let's go somewhere else.

(Scene transition)

• Claude: So, you were pondering the existence of the goddess, then?
• Ignatz: Yes. All right, consider this. The archives here have all kinds of texts about the goddess, right? But when people tell stories of the goddess, it's only myths and legends that glorify her.
• Claude: They probably hope to rake in more followers by glorifying the goddess as much as possible. That would be why the church tends to quietly shove all of their more questionable records under some secret rug somewhere.
• Ignatz: C-Claude, don't put words in my mouth! That's not what i said! I was just wondering what the goddess looks like. That's the kind of thing I like to think about.
• Claude: What the goddess... looks like? Well, I suppose if she really exists, she probably looks a lot like us. In fact, she probably wouldn't be so different from that old woman working here in the dining hall.
• Ignatz: What?! Claude, please stop! The goddess I imagine is absolutely beautiful!
• Claude: How rude of you, Ignatz! I'm sure that old woman was lovely back in her day.

B Support

• Ignatz: ...
• Claude: Hey, Ignatz. Getting lost in your imagination again?
• Ignatz: No. Today I am praying. I'm hoping that if I pray with all my might, she will appear before me.
• Claude: The goddess, you mean?
• Ignatz: Yes. Perhaps it's strange to think about such things.
• Claude: Nah, you're fine. If I had the chance to meet the goddess, I certainly wouldn't say no. Especially your version of the goddess, eh? A total looker, isn't that right?
• Ignatz: That's a disrespectful way of putting it. I just believe that she's a divine beauty. She'd have to be, considering how she mesmerized the people of Fódlan when she walked among them.
• Claude: Too true. No doubt an incomparable beauty, that one. Funny to think that, even now, she must be somewhere, right? Well, I guess she's just floating on a cloud or whatnot.
• Ignatz: Yes, indeed. Watching over us from above. And they say that some day she will return, to walk amongst us again.
• Claude: Well, don't mind me. You go ahead and get some good praying in. If the goddess appears, you let me know, OK?
• Ignatz: What?! No! If she does appear, I want it to just be the goddess and me.
• Claude: It'll be way better if I'm there too. I'm saying this for your benefit, Ignatz.
• Ignatz: Why?
• Claude: Imagine an incomparable beauty standing before you. Do you really think you'll be able to remain calm?
• Ignatz: Uh, well... That is to say...
• Claude: But if I'm there, I can smooth things over. Have a nice chat, invite her to tea. Everything a goddess deserves.
• Ignatz: Oh... Well, I suppose that makes sense.
• Claude: Of course it does. Now get on with it. Pray like you've never prayed before!

With Marianne

C Support

• Claude: ...
• Marianne: Um...
• Claude: Hmm...
• Marianne: Um, Claude?
• Claude: Hm? Oh, Marianne! Have the gods taken pity on my lost soul and revealed a sign to me?
• Marianne: ...
• Claude: I've been researching the 10 Elites of Fódlan, but I can't tell fact from fiction...
• Claude: Anyhow, what can I help you with?
• Marianne: Well, um... I found this pendant, and I think it's yours.
• Claude: Ah, right you are. Honestly, I'd resigned myself to never seeing it again.
• Claude: It's a keepsake from my uncle, who's passed on. If I'd truly lost it, my grandfather would have had my head.
• Claude: Thanks for returning it to me, Marianne. You saved my tail.
• Marianne: Please, it was nothing. I should be—
• Claude: No, I think that's enough researching for today. Why don't you join me for a nice chat?
• Marianne: I just came to deliver the pendant.
• Claude: Sounds awfully lonely to only talk to those whom you have business with. Do you really dislike talking to people that much?
• Marianne: It's just... I never know what to say. I'm sorry.
• Claude: No need to apologize. We'll figure it out as we go. Tell me, are you like this with your father too?
• Claude: Within the Alliance, Margrave Edmund is prone to debate. With a father like that, I would have thought...
• Marianne: Margrave Edmund is my adoptive father.
• Claude: Oh, is he? I didn't know. Where were you born?
• Marianne: That is none of your concern.
• Marianne: I, um, I really must be going.

Marianne leaves.

• Claude: She's hiding something, that much is clear.
• Claude: But that just makes me all the more desperate to know her secrets!

B Support

• Claude: Marianne... Please accept my apologies for my behavior yesterday.
• Marianne: I'm not sure what you mean.
• Claude: asking you about your family like that was pretty insensitive of me. No matter how curious I am, that's no way to treat someone. I'm sorry.
• Marianne: Oh, no. You weren't being insensitive, I just didn't want to talk about it.
• Marianne: I don't spend much time talking about myself. Not to people, anyway.
• Claude: If not people... then with who? Unpeople? Nonpeople?
• Marianne: Well, yes. I'm much more comfortable talking to anyone who isn't a person.
• Claude: I was actually joking, but... now I'm mystified. Who is it you like to talk to?
• Marianne: Dorte the horse.
• Claude: Ah, of course! Good ol' Dorte. And does he understand what you tell him?
• Marianne: We understand each other. He tellsm e when he's sleepy, or when his stomach hurts, or if his nose itches.
• Claude: sounds like a complainer, that Dorte. But let's table this fascinating discussion for just a moment.
• Claude: Now that we've gotten in some small talk, I'd like to know what you're hiding. You are hiding something, right? Your lineage, perhaps?
• Marianne: N-no...
• Claude: If I'm wrong, I'm wrong. If it's all just idle gossip, that's fine too.
• Claude: But if it's something silly like, "my ancestors were cursed, therefore I'm cursed," you should know that I won't accept that nonsense.
• Claude: That sort of thinking is stupid, and that's all there is to it.
• Claude: Say your ancestors were thieves. Does that make you a thief, even if you've never stolen a thing? Of course not.
• Marianne: But people have burdens to bear from the moment they're born.
• Marianne: My burdens are so big that I...I'm sorry. I can't discuss this anymore.

Marianne leaves.

• Claude: People certainly are born with burdens... She's right about that.
• Claude: But, Marianne... Don't you know that you can choose not to carry them?

A Support

• Marianne: Aw, do you have an itch back there? I guess you can't scratch it on your own, can you?
• Claude: Hi, Marianne!
• Marianne: Ah! Oh, Claude. It's just you.
• Claude: Sorry, I know you're in the middle of an important discussion with Dorte, but could I talk to you?
• Marianne: About what?
• Claude: It's about this thing you think you're burdened with. I've tried to guess what it is.
• Marianne: Please don't... This is making me a little uncomfortable.
• Claude: There's no reason to feel uncomfortable. It's not like I plan on saying it aloud.
• Claude: But if my guess is correct, there's something I want to tell you.
• Claude: Will you hear me out?
• Marianne: Fine. I will listen.
• Claude: Once upon a time, in a faraway place...
• Marianne: What the— are you telling me a story?
• Claude: Just listen. Once upon a time, in a faraway place, there was a young boy.
• Claude: This boy came from a despised lineage. In short, his mother was a daughter of the enemy.
• Claude: So the young boy was treated horribly by everyone around him.
• Claude: He hadn't done anything wrong. Everyone hated him simply for existing.
• Claude: Yelling, fighting back, explaining himself... Nothing he did could change his situation.
• Claude: When he was finally old enough, he ran far away from home. He escaped.
• Marianne: It sounds to me like he had no choice. I would have done the same, had it been me...
• Claude: Thing is, after he ran away, he still found himself in the very same position. People in the outside world hated him for where he came from.
• Marianne: Well, now that's—
• Claude: The boy thought he had no place to go. All he could do was destroy the boundary between the inside and outside worlds.
• Marianne: Destroy the boundaries?
• Claude: Right. If there was no outside and inside, just one side to share, then the people wouldn't have a reason to hate him anymore, right?
• Claude: It wouldn't be easy, but if he managed it, he could shrug off that burden.
• Marianne: ...
• Claude: The point is, people are born with burdens to carry. That much is undeniable.
• Claude: But whether they bind us or we cast them aside... that's up to us.
• Claude: So I think you should try to cast yours aside, Marianne.
• Claude: Put that heavy burden down. It's time.
• Marianne: But I...I don't know if I can do it...
• Claude: It's OK. I'm here for you. We're the same... And I can help you.
• Marianne: The same? Claude, we have nothing in common.
• Claude: Hey! Did you see that, Dorte? Your friend just smiled at me!
• Marianne: Thank you for sharing your story. I suppose I could try casting aside burden, as you say.
• Marianne: We can try together.
• Claude: Let's do that. And when we're free, we can change the whole world.

With Flayn

C Support

• Flayn: As expected, I am not finding anything at all...
• Claude: Flayn? Are you looking for something in particular?
• Flayn: Oh, I was just hoping for general reading that might illustrate the lives of city dwellers.
• Claude: Right. Well, there should be regional records somewhere around here...
• Flayn: I haven't need of official records or anything of the like. Just some light reading on the subject.
• Claude: Light reading? What do you mean by that?
• Flayn: Oh, you know, books that cover things like what types of activities young people enjoy—how they spend their free time. Popular fashions and trends—things of that sort. And even, perhaps...stories about romance.
• Claude: Ah. I see what you're getting at. Try asking a traveling merchant. I hear they keep stocks of, uh, books like that. As for here, I don't think you're going to find much aside from a bunch of stuffy records. We do get new books donated on a fairly regular basis, but then Seteth... Well, you know.
• Flayn: My brother? I am afraid I do not follow.
• Claude: Apparently he directly approves every book before it's allowed to grace these shelves. You know, to make sure nothing "inappropriate" gets through.
• Flayn: I see... I did not realize he had a hand in such things. Well, I suppose it really is no use searching here.
• Claude: Why were you looking for those sorts of books anyway?
• Flayn: Well, truth be told, I am not particularly well versed in the ways of ordinary people. Seteth never taught me of such things, and he strictly forbade me from spending much time out and about on my own.
• Claude: I had a feeling that might be the case. Sounds like Seteth.
• Flayn: I understand and appreciate that he acted from a place of concern, of course.
• Claude: Without a doubt. It's obvious that you're his whole world, for better or worse. By the way, I've been wondering. Are you two from a noble family?
• Flayn: Hm?
• Claude: You've clearly had a rather high-class upbringing, and both of you have Crests. That can only mean you come from a prominent bloodline, right?
• Flayn: Oh course not! No, no. Y-you are mistaken.
• Claude: So...your refined way of speaking isn't because of your upbringing?
• Flayn: I was not aware that my speech differed so greatly from my companions. Do I really sound so... formal to you?
• Claude: Well... Look, don't worry too much about it. I'm probably just overthinking things. Probably...

B Support

• Flayn: ...
• Claude: Hi, Flayn. Have the Four Saints caught your fancy?
• Flayn: Hello there, Claude. No, not particularly. I was merely looking.
• Claude: I see. In any case, do you mind if I ask you a little something? It's about your family's origin.
• Flayn: This again? There is truly nothing of interest to discuss on that topic.
• Claude: Aw, but when you try to change to subject like that, it drives me mad with curiosity! That said, taking a secret by force isn't my style. That's why I've devised a different approach. Relentless nagging.
• Flayn: Might I suggest giving up entirely? Truth be told, my brother has asked that I not speak of my background to anyone.
• Claude: I thought it might be something like that. Oh well. Guess I'd better give up trying to get you to tell me yourself. Instead...why don't I tell you about the theory I've come up with?
• Flayn: You've concocted a theory, have you? I suppose there is no harm in listening to it.
• Claude: I did a bit of investigating into the Crests that you and Seteth bear. Seteth's is the Major Crest of Cichol, and yours is the Major Crest of Cethleann.
• Flayn: Where did you learn of this?
• Claude: Oh, I just took a peek at some records by a renowned Crest scholar. I'd rather not say any more than that. Anyway, my point is that I don't think I've ever heard of two siblings each bearing the Major Crests of a pair of saints. If the legends are true, then Saint Cichol was Saint Cethleann's father, wasn't he? Which means, if you and Seteth were the descendants of Saint Cethleann... That would explain how you two came to possess Cichol and Cethleann's Crests!
• Flayn: You mean to suggest that my brother and I are the children's children's children of Cethleann?
• Claude: That about sums it up.
• Flayn: An interesting theory, to say the least. But surely you must know... Saint Cethleann was never married. There are no tales of her having ever had children.
• Claude: Sure, sure, but the possibilities are endless. It's not like legends are known for their accuracy. But based on your reaction, I guess I'm probably following a bad lead here.

A Support

A Support 1

• Claude: Hello, Flayn. Isn't it about time you told me the truth?
• Flayn: About what, exactly?
• Claude: Who you really are. Villains are after you for your blood. There's no doubt that you're someone special. And that's why Seteth is always worrying about you so much, right?
• Flayn: Well, yes. I see no reason to hide that fact.
• Claude: But just what makes that blood of yours so special? More than anything I've been wanting to find out Teach's true identity, but yours is bothering me just as much. Somehow I can't seem to stop thinking about you. It's almost like a crush. I have a crush on your secrets, sweet Flayn!
• Flayn: Ha! Such flattery.
• Claude: I've tried asking Seteth, but there's no sign of him budging on the issue. At this point, I guess I just need better bargaining skills. How about this... If you tell me the truth, I'll do anything you say.
• Flayn: That is not something I am willing to share, unfortunately. However, since you are so passionate on the matter, I will promise you something.
• Claude: What's that?
• Flayn: If you somehow manage to uncover the truth of my identity, I will acknowledge it as truth.
• Claude: That's real nice of you and all, but I think if I could come up with the truth, I'd be able to tell from your reaction anyway. You're not great at hiding your emotions, after all.
• Flayn: If you do somehow figure it out, then I would ask something of you, Claude. I would ask that you reveal your own true identity.
• Claude: Now that's a request I wasn't expecting!
• Flayn: It has been clear to me for quite some time now that you are no ordinary noble. I have been pondering...well, you...quite a lot lately. The curiosity is enough to drive me mad!
• Claude: I see... Well, that's an interesting turn of events. Looks like we both have a little crush on our hands, eh? I hope the day comes when we can talk freely about both of our identities...

A Support 2

• Flayn: I have told you already, I am quite alright!
• Seteth: You say that, but...
• Flayn: I do not care what you have to say! I could not bear to stand here and do nothing!
• Seteth: Flayn... (Screen fades to black)
• Claude: Hey there, Flayn. Looks like Seteth is as overprotective as ever.
• Flayn: Eavesdropping, were you? Well, you are spot on. I do wish he would leave me be and learn to trust me.
• Claude: Listen, Flayn. Before I take a stab at your true identity, there's something I want to ask.
• Flayn: And what is that?
• Claude: Seteth is your father... Isn't he?
• Flayn: Um, pardon me?
• Claude: I've been thinking about this for a while. And my latest theory doesn't make sense otherwise. That overprotective attitude of his... It seems like more than just sibling concern. More like a father protecting his only daughter.
• Flayn: How can you be so sure? Hilda's brother and Raphael are quite similar are they not?
• Claude: There's both pretty clingy, sure, but even they are willing to let their sisters live their own lives. Whereas Seteth... There's something more at play there. An entirely different dynamic.
• Flayn: I imagine that is because I...
• Claude: Even taking into account your special blood and the people targeting you because of it... I feel like Seteth has devoted his whole being to you. Like only a father would.
• Flayn: Have you confronted my brother with your theory?
• Claude: Ha! As if he'd tell me anything even if I did. Though maybe if I tried to trick a reaction out of him... I could try calling out "Daddy!" from behind him when he least expects it... Nah, he'd probably kill me if I tried that. Not a good idea.
• Flayn: That sounds most entertaining. I would love to see you give it a try. Perhaps you could request, "Father, please grant me your daughter's hand in marriage!" Hahaha! Ah, I can feel my face turning red!
• Claude: Hey now, don't joke about that. That's something that should be done properly, when the right time comes...
• Flayn: Do you mean to say that the right time will come eventually, then? Hmm?
• Claude: Well, you never know what the future holds. But forget that for now, I want to talk about—
• Flayn: As though this were something easily shelved! This topic holds far more appeal than that of identities, if you ask me!