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With Byleth (Male) Edit

C Support Edit

B Support Edit

A Support Edit

With Byleth (Female) Edit

C Support Edit

  • Cyrill: Aha! Found ya! You're always nosing around places, aren't ya, Professor? Can be real hard to find ya sometimes!
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: Sorry about that.
    • Choice 2: Is something the matter?
  • Cyril:
    • Choice 1 Response: No worrying about it! I just wanted to talk to ya about a thing today.
    • Choice 2 Response: Well, yeah, I wouldn't have been running all over the place looking for you if stuff was normal.
  • Cyril: Do you remember how Lady Rhea asked you to come to the office this evening? Well, she told me that I should come to let ya know that today's a bad day for doing that, and you should go and see her tomorrow instead. That's pretty much everything I needed to say, I think... Oh! Except to ask you if you've seen Seteth around anywhere.
  • Byleth: I haven't, sorry.
  • Cyril: Ugh, OK. I'm supposed to tell Seteth the thing Lady Rhea told me to tell you, but he's hard to find.
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: Want me to tell him for you?
    • Choice 2: Want to look for him together?
  • Cyril:
    • Choice 1 Response: Nah, I'll find him myself.
    • Choice 2 Response: Nah, it's all right, thanks.
  • Cyril: But if ya see him, then find me, please, and tell me where ya saw him, OK? 'Cause then I'll know where he is. I'll be in the stables if ya need me. Gotta put out the fodder before it's the next kid's shift. Don't want her thinking I left my work for her to do. Oh! But if I'm not in the stables, and ya need to find me, I'll be at the forest up north 'cause there's a buncha logs lying around up there. I figure I oughta chop 'em up or else someone might trip on a log, or we might run out of firewood. And if I chop it, then it'll save other people time. If it looks like I'm done there, then the corridors need to be sweeped, so if ya see Seteth and ya need to find me, then I might be there...
  • Byleth: Can I help you with anything?
  • Cyril: Nope. This is my job. I'm not giving it to anyone else, because it's mine and I'm gonna do it. Besides, if ya help me out, Lady Rhea might gimme an earful. I don't know why, but Lady Rhea sure does seem to like ya. She's always worried about what ya might be doing or not doing...
  • Byleth: Is that so?
  • Cyril: Oh yeah. Not that it's any of my business. Anyways, Lady Rhea asked me to do some jobs, so I'm doing 'em all. Even some she didn't ask for, but I know need doing, so I'm doing 'em. End of story. And remember, if you see Seteth around, come find me and tell me where you saw him, yeah?
  • Byleth: Seems like it'll be tough to find you...
  • Cyril: Huh? But I just told ya where I'd be. If I'm not in the stables, I'll be at the forest. If I'm not... Oh, I see. You're right. I'm all over the place, huh? I don't wanna waste your time, Professor, so if ya see Seteth, how about ya tell him I was looking for him and then tell him all the places I'll be. Then he can spend his time looking for me instead of you. Yeah! That sounds like a good plan. A real good plan. Let's do that! See ya later, Professor.
  • Byleth: ...

B Support Edit

  • Cyril: ♪ Keeping it clean... Sweeping it clean... No more trash... Nowhere, no how... ♪ Oh darn. There's trash over there.

(Byleth enters)

  • Byleth: Hard at work, I see,
  • Cyril: Hey, Professor! The cathedral's a real important place for the Church of Seiros, so I always make sure it's all sparkling clean. The monks do some cleaning too, and they all tell me not to bother—and sometimes they even say to go away—but they just don't clean as good as I do. I don't stop until everything shines.
  • Byleth: Are you a believer?
  • Cyril: Nah, not really. And Lady Rhea told me it's OK if I don't show an interest unless I feel like it, and I haven't so far, but... I just want to take good care of the things she cares about. If there's a thing she wants taken care of, then I'll do it better than anyone else. Don't ya feel the same? Since Lady Rhea took a liking to you and all...
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: I wouldn't go that far...
    • Choice 2: It's hard to find the time...
  • Cyril: Maybe you don't realize how great of a person Lady Rhea is. She's always praying hard as she can for her followers all across Fódlan. She does it every single day! And even though she's always so busy, she tries to listen to as many people's needs as she can. When she'd seen the kids who'd lost their parents in Remire Village, she didn't leave 'em there. She got the church to take those kids in. Same as me. She's so kind. She's almost like a mom to all her followers, and just about everybody that I can think of loves her.
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: Is that so?
    • Choice 2: I think it's about more than kindness.
  • Cyril:
    • Choice 1 Response: You really didn't know?
    • Choice 2 Response: Hang on! You trying to say that ya know more about Lady Rhea than I do?
  • Cyril: OK, maybe she likes ya more than she likes me... But I know that I know a whole lot more about her than you do. I know these things, OK? So don't go talking down to me like ya know better.
  • Byleth: I wasn't though...
  • Cyril: Huh? Well, just as long as we're all clear on that.

A Support Edit

  • Cyril: Phew! Time for a breather.

(Byleth Enters)

  • Cyril: Hey, Professor.
  • Byleth: You've been busy.
  • Cyril: Yup. Noticed you have been too. Seems like it's been a real rough day for just about everybody, huh? I've been so busy I still haven't eaten. I hope there's still food left.
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: Here, have some candy.
    • Choice 2: Here, have some meat.
  • Cyril:
    • Choice 1 Response: Whoa! Thanks, Professor! Mmm-mm... This is really good!
    • Choice 2 Response: How come you're carrying that around? Whatever. I'm hungry! Mmm-mm... When you're hungry enough, just about anything tastes good.
  • Cyril: What a day... I need a nap, but I still gotta get the dining hall cleaned up.
  • Byleth: You probably shouldn't push yourself too hard.
  • Cyril: Huh, Professor, that's funny You push yourself harder than anybody else. Ya make me look lazy! Besides, I don't even break a sweat doing this stuff. The day Lady Rhea comes home, I want her to see the monastery the way it was five years ago. That's why I do all this stuff—for her. And the harder I work, the better. Heck, I'd do more than I do now if there were hours in the day, but I can't go without sleep. Tried once. You must think I'm pretty weird, huh, Professor? I'm always on about Lady Rhea, and I'm not even from Fódlan. I bet most people around here think I'm kinda weird. But I'm real grateful for everything Lady Rhea's done for me.
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: It's noble of you to show such gratitude.
    • Choice 2: I don't think it's wrong to live for another.
  • Cyril: That's nice of you to say. Real nice. Thanks, Professor. It's good to know you like me. Helps me feel even more at home. I've heard people say that good folks have a heart of gold. Not real gold, I mean. just, they always care about everybody else. Even guys like me. Lady Rhea's incredible, but I figure you're just the same, Professor. OK. I guess I gotta give in and get some sleep. I'll get up extra early to make up for it. Good night, Professor...

S Support Edit

  • Cyril: Oh, hey there...
  • Byleth: What are you doing?
  • Cyril: Just...looking at the stars. I've been so busy, I haven't had much time for that lately. I don't know what to do now, anyway... With Lady Rhea gone, I feel like there's not much point in me being here anymore.
  • Byleth: What do you want to do?
  • Cyril: I don't know. Up till now, she's all I've been living for. That's the way it's always been, so I don't have any good ideas about what I oughta do next. I've got nowhere else to go. Not even back to Almyra.
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: Why don't you stay here?
    • Choice 2: You could go on a journey.
  • Cyril:
    • Choice 1 response: What am I supposed to do here? Can't stay when there's nothing for me to do.
    • Choice 2 response:
  • Byleth: So there's nothing you desire?
  • Cyril: Desire? Huh... I don't know. Only thing I ever wanted was to serve Lady Rhea. I guess that's what I want. Someone I can help. I don't think I can live my life just for me. Do you think maybe, from now on... I mean, if you'd be OK with it, I could...
  • Byleth: I want you to have this.
  • Cyril: A ring?
  • Byleth: Try it on.
  • Cyril: O-OK... It's a real snug fit. But why are you giving me this?
  • Byleth: There's no running away now.
  • Cyril: No running aw— Is this a cursed ring?! If I run away, I'll die?! Why would you— Oh, so I can't leave this place... You...really want me to stay that badly?
  • Byleth: (nods)
  • Cyril: Ya know what? I'm happy to stay! I'll work real hard and be super useful to you! I think it's kinda who I am, living like this, being real useful to other folks. Besides, I'll die if I try to leave, right?
  • Byleth: (nods)
  • Cyril: Actually, this ring could come off pretty easy.
  • Byleth: You want to take it off?
  • Cyril: Nah, it gives me a reason to stay. That's the whole point, right? Heh, whether we stay or go, I'm stickin' with you. I've gone and fallen in love, ya know. To be honest, since the first day you showed up, I always did like ya. Think I can get a good night's sleep now, knowing I'll still be here tomorrow... I'm gonna head to bed. Sleep tight. Love ya! See ya in the morning!

With Claude Edit

C Support Edit

  • Claude: Hey there, Cyril. You're working hard as usual.
  • Cyril: Nah, just doing my job.
  • Claude: Rhea used to assign your daily tasks herself, didn't she? The church employs a lot of people, but not too many of them can claim they got to speak with the archbishop every day. You should be proud of yourself. She must have truly valued your work ethic.
  • Cyril: Hey, um, is that everything you wanted to say? 'Cause I'm kind of busy here.
  • Claude: Actually, I was hoping to ask you about Rhea. There's so much we don't know about her, but I thought maybe you...
  • Cyril: Yeah, I know more about Lady Rhea than anybody. But why should I tell you anything about her?
  • Claude: So cold! Think about you're talking to.
  • Cyril: Huh? What are you to me?
  • Claude: You... don't know who I am?
  • Cyril: Course I do. You're Claude. Leader of the Leicester Alliance.
  • Claude: That's not what I mean... Well, never mind then. Tell me... Don't you ever miss your homeland?
  • Cyril: Almyra?
  • Claude: Yes, Almyra. Eh, judging by that expression, I'm guessing you're not terribly homesick.
  • Cyril: Life was a whole lot harder for me there than it's ever been around here. My dad and mom both died in the war, and there was nobody there to look after me. The king, he didn't do anything to help. So I had to survive by being smart. I had to stop being a kid real quick.
  • Claude: I'm sorry to hear that.
  • Cyril: You don't have to apologize. It's not your fault.
  • Claude: Regardless of whose fault it is, I'm still sorry. I'm sorry that I didn't even know that an acquaintance of mine was suffering. And sorry for asking a tactless question about your homeland. I should have known that was likely to bring back bad memories.
  • Cyril: Nah, I get sad or mad when I think about it, but I'm used to it, so I don't mind any.
  • Claude: I see that. Even still, I apologize for being careless.
  • Cyril: OK, well... Thanks, Claude. If the king of Almyra was like you, maybe things would've been better. Maybe the king's not a bad person and just had other stuff to worry about, but that's not much of an excuse.
  • Claude: If I ever meet the king of Almyra, I'll give him a stern talking-to on your behalf.
  • Cyril: Yeah, OK. Anyway, I gotta get back to work. Buncha things to get done.
  • Claude: You really are on the other side now, aren't you? Huh. Well, if nothing else, it's good of you to turn a blind eye to me.
  • Cyril: I don't know what that means, but OK. Bye, Claude.

B Support Edit

  • Cyril: Sorry, Claude. You can't get past.
  • Claude: Huh? Ah, Cyril, it's you. Is there a problem? It's not the first time I've been to the Holy Tomb. Rhea herself took me there once. Beside, the inside's been scoured by the Imperial army. There's nothing left there now.
  • Cyril: Don't matter. Lady Rhea said nobody could go in, so I can't let ya through. I gotta do what Lady Rhea says. You wanna break them rules, then you'll be her enemy. If you're trying to do that, I'll have to fight ya.
  • Claude: Fine, I get it! I wouldn't hesitate to make an enemy of Rhea if it came to that...But I'd rather not fight with you. So I'll back off. For now.
  • Cyril: Why is that?
  • Claude: Does it matter?
  • Cyril: Don't know... With your status, you could smack me to the ground and walk right over me.
  • Claude: I...guess? But I wouldn't. We're friends.
  • Cyril: I thought you were the kind of guy who'd smack down just about anybody if you needed to.
  • Claude: You really are a stubborn one. All right, then. I'll tell you. I swore I'd change this world so that those without status are no longer oppressed. Though you were never one of the people I was hoping to save. I never knew that there were people in Almyra in your kind of situation. I realized that my own perspective was too narrow. You helped me realize that. So I owe you.
  • Cyril: Did you just say you're all about saving people who are oppressed? Really?
  • Claude: I did. Is it so strange to hear that from me?
  • Cyril: It's just... You reminded me of Lady Rhea there for a second. Lady Rhea always tried to save us folks without any status in the world. Like when she let a outside like me stay at the monastery... That was nice. She brought in those kids from Remire Village when they lost their parents, and...
  • Claude: Well, I'm not a religious man. I'm sure Rhea wouldn't want to be lumped in with a guy like me.
  • Cyril: Lady Rhea didn't do those things 'cause the goddess told her she should. She did it 'cause she wanted to. I can tell ya that.
  • Claude: I see... In that case, maybe I don't need to make an enemy of her. Thanks, Cyril. I think you've brought me a step closer to my dream.
  • Cyril: Thanks to you too, Claude. If I was able to help ya, then that makes me happy.

With Petra Edit

C Support Edit

B Support Edit

A Support Edit

With Ashe Edit

C Support Edit

  • Ashe: What are all these books doing on the floor? Hey, Cyril, what's going on here?
  • Cyril: I'm tidying up the library-- sweeping the floors, dusting the shelves, restacking the books...
  • Ashe: Isn't there a schedule for library cleaning duty? Why are you doing all of this by yourself?
  • Cyril: Oh, I'm helping out the kid whose job it is. He says I'm making him look bad, but I'm just happy to help. Besides, some of these books are valuable. Gotta handle 'em carefully. Not a lot of people get that,
  • Ashe: But there are so many. You really think you'll get all this done today?
  • Mercedes: Easy. There's more stuff to do tomorrow, so the library has gotta get done today.
  • Ashe: And I guess you're planning to do all that by yourself too.
  • Cyril: Yep.
  • Ashe: Come on, it'll be dusk soon. Let me help.
  • Cyril: Nah, it's my job and I'm gonna do it.
  • Ashe: There is no way one person can shelve all these books before nightfall, Cyril!
  • Cyril: Like I said, these books need to be handled real careful. Shouldn't you be doing your own thing anyway? This is my job, and I'm gonna do it because I know Lady Rhea expects it done a certain way.
  • Ashe: I can't just stand here and watch. I won't get in your way, all right? I'll handle this shelf and you take the next one.
  • Cyril: Listen! I said I don't need your help.
  • Ashe: I promise I'll be careful, OK? Let's just get to it.
  • Cyril: Ugh, fine. You do over there. I'll do all of this.
  • Ashe: Got it.
  • Cyril: Ugh...

B Support Edit

A Support Edit

With Mercedes Edit

C Support Edit

  • Cyril: Zzz...
  • Mercedes: What's this? Well, if it isn’t Cyril! How did he manage to fall asleep here? The warmth must have put him right down. He looks so cu when he’s napping.
  • Cyril: Zzz...
  • Mercedes: I'll just keep reading. No need to disturb him...
  • Cyril: ...
  • Mercedes: Good morning, Cyril. Did you sleep well?
  • Cyril: What? Where? Mer-M-Mer...
  • Mercedes: It’s Mercedes. I hope you’ll commit my name to memory.
  • Cyril: Oh, sorry. I know it, but it’s hard to say.
  • Mercedes: You’re from Almyra, aren’t you? I hope you haven’t benn uncomfortable here at the academy.
  • Cyril: Nah, it’s great. I eat every day!
  • Mercedes: Were you not eating before you came here?
  • Cyril: Every couple days, maybe. It was rough.
  • Mercedes: Oh, I’m so sorry to hear that. Are you hungry?
  • Cyril: Um...
  • Mercedes: You should eat up. To make up for all the meals you missed in the past!
  • Cyril: Heh, OK. Thank you, Merm... Mammal... Mar...
  • Mercedes: Just call me Mercie. That’s what my friends call me.
  • Cyril: Mer...cie. Mercie. Hey! Thanks, Mercie. Welp, I had a good sleep, but there’s work to do, now. See ya!
  • Mercedes: It doesn’t seem like he has very many friends here... It’s troubling, but I probably shouldn’t pry.

B Support Edit

  • Cyril: Zzz... Zzz...
  • Mercedes: Did Cyril fall asleep here again? Hmm. There's nothing to cover him with. He'll catch cold if he's here too long. Oh well, I guess I have no other options. I'll have to take care of this myself.
  • Cyril: Aah! What?! Wh-what's happening?!
  • Mercedes: I'm keeping you warm so you don't catch cold. Um, I'm sorry. Did I make you uncomfortable?
  • Cyril: I...I was just surprised. Th-thanks, Mercie.
  • Mercedes: Oh! I'm happy to hear you call me that! You know, I seem to find you in here pretty often. Do you have a favorite book?
  • Cyril: Nah, but it's always real quiet here, so it's where I like to sleep.
  • Mercedes: I see. You always seem so wrapped up in your work. That is, whenever you're not sleeping in the library. Do you have many friends here?
  • Cyril: No, not really.
  • Mercedes: But don't you want some? Having friends is much more fun than spending all of your time alone.
  • Cyril: Nah, I don't want people treating me like an outsider. I'm better off alone.
  • Mercedes: An outsider? You? Who would possibly say-
  • Cyril: Oh. So you don't think anyone thinks that? Should I tell you what happened to me before I came here?
  • Mercedes: Oh, no. You really don't have to. I didn't mean to bring up such difficult memories. But you know... Everyone here sees you as a friend. Even me. I see you as a good friend.
  • Cyril: Mercie... I'm sorry. I sure like everyone here too, but... It feels like you're, I don't know... It sounds weird maybe, but I think you're something different than a friend.
  • Mercedes: Different? In what way? Do you not like me?
  • Cyril: No, it's not that. I can't... Ya know how sometimes you can't explain things? This is that. If I had a sister, I think that might be how it feels being around you.
  • Mercedes: Really? That's just as well! You remind me of my little brother!
  • Cyril: Oh, you got a brother?
  • Mercedes: I do, but I haven't seen him in so long. It's almost like he's not really my brother anymore...
  • Cyril: But you can count on me if you need anything at all. I'll do my best to help you out.
  • Mercedes: I can count on you for anything? Wow...

With Ignatz Edit

C Support Edit

B Support Edit

With Lysithea Edit

C Support Edit

  • Cyril: Hmm, this one oughta do.
  • Lysithea: Uh, what are you doing, Cyril?
  • Cyril: I'm picking out logs to carry back and chop into firewood.
  • Lysithea: You can't expect to carry all these by yourself. Let me help.
  • Cyril: Nah, I got it. I don't want ya getting hurt. Logs are heavy sometimes.
  • Lysithea: I'm well aware. You should accept the help being offered. I'm older and wiser-- I know best.
  • Cyril: Um, Lysithea, ya seem a but shaky. You OK?
  • Lysithea: Yep, totally fine. I'm just kinda losing my grip on this log. Agh! Well, that wasn't much help. as it turned out. I didn't realize they'd be that heavy. Couldn't even walk in a straight line...
  • Cyril: I told ya, logs are heavy sometimes. It's hard work if you're not used to it.
  • Lysithea: I feel foolish.
  • Cyril: Well, if you've learned your lesson, I'm gonna go carry the older logs.
  • Lysithea: Hang on-- shouldn't you rest for a bit?
  • Cyril: Wood still needs chopping. I got a buncha other stiff needs doing before sundown too.
  • Lysithea: In that case, let me help you carry the chopped wood!
  • Cyril: You know how rough firewood is? You'll get splinters if ya carry it with your soft hands.
  • Lysithea: You can't be serious!
  • Cyril: You're just not cut out for this kinda work. Look at your hands, they're like a princess's. No point in you learning to chop wood, is there? You don't need to know how to do that stuff. You and me live in different worlds. There's no point lowering yourself down into mine.
  • Lysithea: Our worlds aren't so different. We're together right now, aren't we?
  • Cyril: Sure, we live in the same places now, but that's not gonna last forever. Don't see how it could, unless I actually turned into your little brother or something.

B Support Edit

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With Hilda Edit

C Support Edit

B Support Edit

A Support Edit

With Seteth Edit

C Support Edit

  • Cyril: Hey, Seteth. I got a delivery for you.
  • Seteth: Thank you, Cyril. Would you mind waiting just a moment for me to confirm the contents?
  • Cyril: Sure thing.
  • Seteth: All seems to be accounted for. I lack the time to handle tasks of this kind myself. I appreciate you making the effort. Is there anything I can assist you with? Do you have any concerns?
  • Cyril: Concerns? Nah, I'm happy just working for Lady Rhea. I got a way better life now than I ever did before.
  • Seteth: If your better life is this frugal, I have to wonder what your previous experience was like. It must not have been easy before you came to us. But you should know that is in the past now. You are young. You should be enjoying life. Do not allow your past to overshadow that. Is there nothing you desire? We will support you in any way we can.
  • Cyril: Really, there's nothing... Except... Nah, it's OK.
  • Seteth: Except?
  • Cyril: I don't got anywhere else to go, and I just wanna be able to stay here forever. This place Lady Rhea gave me, it's the only place I know to call home.
  • Seteth: I will keep that in mind.
  • Cyril: Well, I got work to do. Excuse me.
  • Seteth: Of course. I apologize for delaying you.

B Support Edit

  • Seteth: Hello, Cyril. On a break?
  • Cyril: Just figuring out what needs doing next. Why, you need something done?
  • Seteth: Nothing like that. I was hoping to speak with you.
  • Cyril: You wanna talk?
  • Seteth: Yes. You told me that you are happy so long as you can continue to work for the archbishop. Have you considered that there might be other ways to find happiness?
  • Cyril: Nope. Repaying my debt to Lady Rhea is all I want to do. Lady Rhea might not be around right now, but all the stuff I do? It's still for her.
  • Seteth: What will you do once your debt is repaid?
  • Cyril: I can never repay her.
  • Seteth: You are possessed of a rare and admirable devotion. I, too, owe the archbishop a debt. But repaying her is only one of the reasons I am here.
  • Cyril: Whatcha mean "one of the reasons" you're here?
  • Seteth: I mean that I have other motivations aside from that. If those motivations required me to be elsewhere, then I would be elsewhere.
  • Cyril: Motivations?
  • Seteth: Yes. I am fortunate enough to share common cause with the archbishop. Thus am I able to remain. Don't be mistaken—it is admirable to repay one's debts. But that alone should not define a person. While it is good to make peace with the past, it is also essential to look ahead to the future. What kind of future do you see for yourself? What can you do to work toward it? I would like you to think about what might make your future brighter.
  • Cyril: I don't know if I understand you right. See, when Lady Rhea took me in, it was the first time I ever thought maybe I had a purpose. And I don't know what else I could wish for than that, ya know?
  • Seteth: Hmm... I do not mean to trouble you. It's just that I cannot help but notice the way you squander your potential. It's as though you avert your gaze from it on purpose. Keep what I've said in the back of your mind, at least. You have plenty of time.
  • Cyril: OK, Seteth.

A Support Edit

  • Seteth: Cyril.
  • Cyril: Hey...
  • Seteth: You seem pensive. Have you been thinking over the advice I gave you?
  • Cyril: Yeah... But it kinda scares me.
  • Seteth: Scares you? Why?
  • Cyril: If I found something else I was more interested in than repaying Lady Rhea... I don't know. Wouldn't that be kinda like I was betraying Lady Rhea? In a way?
  • Seteth: Betrayal is a rather strong word, don't you think?
  • Cyril: Well, I mean, Lady Rhea is why I got this life...or any life. If I ended up just leaving her... That just seems real ungrateful and kinda rude.
  • Seteth: If Rhea herself felt betrayed by your actions, then yes, I suppose it would be. But if all you are doing is seeking your path, with no harm to her, I do not think she would object. In fact, I am confident she would be happy for you.
  • Cyril: You are?
  • Seteth: Absolutely. If you continue to devote your whole life purely to repaying your debt, I think she will worry. Ask her yourself when she returns. You will see. You want to make Rhea happy, don't you?
  • Cyril: Well, yeah. Of course.
  • Seteth: Then you should do what makes you happy.
  • Cyril: OK, I get that, yeah. By the way, there's something weird I noticed.
  • Seteth: What is that?
  • Cyril: Before, whenever we'd talk, you always used to call Lady Rhea "the archbishop," but just now... Just now, you were calling her "Rhea."
  • Seteth: Does it perturb you to hear me speak of her with such familiarity?
  • Cyril: No, I just wondered why.
  • Seteth: I am, of course, Rhea's servant. So, in a more formal context, I must maintain a deferential distance. But she and I are actually very old friends. In fact, we think of one another almost like family. I know Rhea extremely well. When I am confident about how she will feel, I am seldom wrong. So trust me when I say that if your path to happiness takes you away from here, she will wish you the best.
  • Cyril: OK. I'm glad to hear it. Thank you.
  • Seteth: Of course, we must first rescue her from her current predicament. I will be counting on your aid in that.
  • Cyril: You got it.

With Manuela Edit

C Support Edit

  • Manuela: This is unbelievable! Why? Why does it keep happening to me?! What's wrong with me?!
  • Cyril: A-are you OK?
  • Manuela: I was sure I'd be happy this time! Why, oh why, oh why do I always struggle in love?
  • Cyril: Please, let go of my sleeve.
  • Manuela: If I let go, you'll just run away! Won't you?
  • Cyril: Yes.
  • Manuela: Nobody wants to listen to my romantic tragedy. But I saw you, Cyril, and I thought, "Cyril will listen because Cyril is good people."
  • Cyril: ...OK, I surrender. What do you want to say?
  • Manuela: I knew I could trust you, Cyril. You're such a good boy. Such a good young man.
  • Cyril: How can I help ya? Is it just with listening?
  • Manuela: Oh, it's a real tragedy. Let me tell you that. Yesterday, I was hitting it off with a man I'd seen a few times at the pub... When I looked in his eyes, I thought he was the one. But then... Well, we were drinking and enjoying ourselves and all of a sudden... Poof! Gone! He just vanished. I feel like I've heard this story before... Can you believe he treated me so cruelly?
  • Cyril: Yeah, this is all real familiar.
  • Manuela: My heart is in tatters! I can't believe anyone could throw away a woman like me! Cyril, be honest. What's wrong with me?
  • Cyril: You drink too much, blame others for your behavior, and you don't understand you gotta love yourself before someone else can love ya back.
  • Manuela: Maybe he wasn't for me anyway.
  • Cyril: If you're gonna take off after a few drinks, who needs ya?
  • Manuela: Right? I think you're too young to understand, but I also think talking to you made me feel better. Yeah! You know what, Cyril? I'm gonna come talk to you more often.
  • Cyril: ...

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  • Cyril: Manuela? What's she doing down there?
  • Manuela: Ugh... What'd I do to deserve pain like this?
  • Cyril: Oh...right. Same thing as always. She seems fine. I oughta just keep walking. See no evil, right?
  • Manuela: Stay! Right! There!
  • Cyril: Ah!
  • Manuela: Cyril! It must be a little dollop of destiny, meeting you here! Listen, you wouldn't leave me when I need a little help, would you?
  • Cyril: Umm... OK, what do you need?
  • Manuela: That's my boy, Cyril. You're a saint. I don't want to be trouble, but get me water. And medicine. Now. Please? Phew! I feel a bit better now. Thank you so much, Cyril. My sweet, dear, little Cyril.
  • Cyril: Professor Manuela, why do you do this to yourself? It makes you feel so bad the next day I don't see the point.
  • Manuela: Oh, you know... Sometimes I'm upset, and... Well, that's it, really. It's not something a kid like you could understand. Maybe one day. Or not. Who knows. All I know is that my head aches...
  • Cyril: Professor, isn't this stuff why you keep running men off? And them running is what upsets ya. Then you do this all over again.
  • Manuela: You can't understand heartbreak until you've felt it for yourself. But when you're older, your heart will break, and I'll make sure to be there...to get you water and all that.
  • Cyril: Um... That's OK.
  • Manuela: You're always so nice and sweet, Cyril. I'll pay you back. Promise.
  • Cyril: Nope! No thanks! No reason to. You don't have to do anything.
  • Manuela: Oh, don't be shy!
  • Cyril: I'll be waiting in the wings for that little heart of yours to shatter.
  • Manuela: Hahaha! Oh, Cyril... What were you saying? I interrupted, I think.
  • Cyril: I was just saying I need to get going. Lotta work to do. Lots. OK. Bye.

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