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With Byleth (Male) Edit

C Support Edit

  • Dorothea: Well, I had fun today. Of course, you'll want to see me again, yes?
  • Knight: O-of course! I'd love to, Dorothea!
  • Dorothea: Well, until we meet again!
  • Dorothea: Oh! Hello, Professor. Were you...watching that?
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: That's a different guy than I saw you with yesterday.
    • Choice 2: ...
  • Dorothea:
    • Choice 1 response: Yes... Is there a problem with that?
    • Choice 2 response: You look like you have something to say, Professor.
  • Dorothea: Look, I know what I'm doing. My acclaim as a diva won't last forever, after all. I must look to the future. As a man, you may not feel so rushed about these things, but I know my beauty will eventually fade.
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: We all feel anxiety about aging.
    • Choice 2: Getting older doesn't bother me at all.
  • Dorothea:
    • Choice 1 response: You? Really? I never would have guessed.
    • Choice 2 response: I wish I could be that easy going.
  • Dorothea: Anyway, I'm not just playing games with these boys. This is for my future. You have no right to object. I very much want to find a good partner here at the academy. Someone who will take care of me for the rest of my life.
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: Do what you will.
    • Choice 2: Is that really what you want?
  • Dorothea:
    • Choice 1 response: I'm glad you understand.Not everyone appreciates the necessity of taking the initiative while you're still in your prime. Or are you just saying that?
    • Choice 2 response: Finding someone to take care of me? Of course it is! Who could ask for anything more?
  • Dorothea: Anyway, I value your opinion, Professor, but I won't have you interfering with my plans. Unless you'd like to take care of me into my old age? That'd be something, eh? How about it, Professor?
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: OK.
    • Choice 2: I don't think so.
  • Dorothea: I wasn't – You aren't being serious, are you? I was just teasing. Or did you really just consider spending your whole life with me? The thought hadn't crossed my mind before, but come to think of it...that might sound pretty nice. You've gotten awfully quiet... You might even be blushing a bit. Have I embarrassed you? If so, I'm very, very sorry. I should be going anyway. I'll see you later... Professor.

B Support Edit

  • Dorothea: ...
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: What's wrong?
    • Choice 2: Troubles with love?
  • Dorothea: Professor?? I – Oh...don't worry. It's nothing. ... Actually, could we talk for a bit? Somewhere a little more...private?

(Dorothea leaves. Byleth follows.)

  • Dorothea: ... I'm just gonna come right out and say it. I find you a little difficult to be around. I know, I know. I'm your student and you're just trying to watch out for me. But the way you look at me sometimes...it's like you're seeing right through me.
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: I'm sorry.
    • Choice 2: Seeing through you?
  • Dorothea:
    • Choice 1 response: No, don't apologize.
    • Choice 2 response: Don't worry.
  • Dorothea: I know you don't mean anything bad by it. I'm just self-conscious, I guess. The thing is, I don't have anything to call my own. No land, no birthright, no fortune. Little knowledge or battle skill. I think that's why I always clung to my popularity as a diva. Even after leaving the stage behind, I sort of kept up the act. When I look at you, it's like your eyes are accusing me... Telling me that you see right through it. That's what I mean when I say it's difficult to be around you. Hey, uh, this might be nuts, but maybe you could show me some kind of weakness of yours?
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: Excuse me?
    • Choice 2: I have no weaknesses.
  • Dorothea:
    • Choice 1 response: You know my biggest fear. If I know one of yours, maybe I'll feel less, I don't know...vulnerable.
    • Choice 2 response: Oh, come on, Professor. Everyone has some kind of weakness. You know mine. If I know one of yours, maybe I'll feel less, I don't know...vulnerable.
  • Byleth: Well, if it would really help...
  • Dorothea: Excellent. Well then, don't mind me.

(Brief blackout.)

  • Dorothea: I bet I know your weakness. It's not mental, is it? It's physical! You're ticklish! Here, I'll prove it. That's right. The next time you gaze into my soul, I know just how I'll retaliate! (Pause.) Um... Professor? What's with you? Why aren't you reacting to anything I'm doing? Come on! I thought that was funny. I swear, it's like your heart isn't even beating.
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: Sorry.
    • Choice 2: Actually, my heart isn't beating.
  • Dorothea:
    • Choice 1 response: That's all right. I didn't really think a little tease like that would be enough to get to you, anyway. Though I was giving it my all. You're pretty tough to resist that.
    • Choice 2 response: Ha, don't be so silly... Huh? It really isn't beating?! Is what I'd say if I was more gullible. You're just fooling around, Professor. I'm not sure how you did it, but that was a good one.

A Support Edit

(Location: Greenhouse)

  • Dorothea: This may seem a bit sudden, but...I want to thank you, Professor. That is, for letting me live my life the way I want. I've noticed you've been giving me fewer of those soul-revealing gazes lately. I appreciate you making an effort to not trouble yourself over who I spend my time with.
    • Byleth: So, you found me out...
      • Dorothea: Well, of course. Did you think I wouldn't notice? It's kind of sweet, in its own way.
    • Byleth: I don't know what you mean.
      • Dorothea: If you say so...But I notice you doing it all the same. It's kind of sweet, in its own way.
  • Dorothea: Professor, may I tell you a story about when I was younger? I was an orphan, living in the back alleys of Enbarr, until one day I was overheard singing... That was when my new life began. I was suddenly a songstress in the Mittlefrank Opera Company. Performers, nobility...I met so may people. But none of them ever really knew me. I was just some young pretty girl who could sing, a spectacle to be admired. Even though everyone praised my looks and my voice, and they showered me with gifts... I knew, one day, I'd be old. My looks would fade, my voice would change, I wouldn't sound the same. And I started to wonder, when I did get old, what would I have left? I'd be old, alone...and back on the streets of the capital, right where I'd started.
    • Byleth: I don't believe that's true.
      • Dorothea: You can never be certain about what the future will bring.
    • Byleth: I won't let you be alone.
      • Dorothea: That's sweet of you, even if you are just flirting.
  • Dorothea: I never had much to begin with in life, and I worry that one day, I'll be that way again... That's why I keep searching for someone who will love me. Someone unaware of the songstress, who can love a girl that used to be scared and alone on the streets of the capital... I wonder if such a strange person can even exist.

S Support Edit

  • Dorothea: Oh, is this where you've been? Everyone's looking for you. With the war over, I'd like to think they's at least give you a few days' rest. Don't worry, I won't tell them you're here. It's a rare occasion for me to have you all to myself.
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: Not looking for a guy to share the victory with?
    • Choice 2: Did you ever find your "strange person"?
  • Dorothea:
    • Choice 1 response: No. I've given up on that. I realized there was no point. Besides, maybe the person I've been looking for is closer than I realized.
    • Choice 2 response: See...there is one person I must confess I'm just a little bit interested in.
  • Byleth: In that case...

(Byleth presents Jeralt's ring to Dorothea.)

  • Dorothea: What? Is that— That's a ring. It would be embarrassing If I had the wrong idea, so i have to ask... Are you proposing? Here? Now? T-to me?

(Byleth nods.)

  • Dorothea: I don't know what to say. Are you sure? You want to spend your life with...me?

(Byleth nods.)

  • Dorothea:Even though I'm not a songtress anymore? And I don't come from a noble family or have any wealth or land to my name?

(Byleth nods.)

  • Dorothea: You won the war. You could pick anyone in the world. Why would you...

(Byleth shakes his head.)

  • Dorothea: OK. I mean, yes. Yes! I love you madly and I'd be happy to marry you! But if we're going to be married, I had better think up a cute nickname for you. Don't you think? Oh, I wonder what I should call you now... Darling? My beloved? So many options! I starred in so many operas where I captured the heart of my beloved... But I never dreamed that it would feel this wonderful when it actually happened. A life singing for you in a peaceful world... I love you. I could never sing anything as pure as those three little words.

With Byleth (Female) Edit

C Support Edit

  • Dorothea: Well, I had fun today. Of course, you'll want to see me again, yes?
  • Knight: O-of course! I'd love to, Dorothea!
  • Dorothea: Well, until we meet again!
  • Dorothea: Oh! Hello, Professor. Were you...watching that?
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: That's a different guy than I saw you with yesterday.
    • Choice 2: ...
  • Dorothea:
    • Choice 1 response: Yes... Is there a problem with that?
    • Choice 2 response: You look like you have something to say, Professor.
  • Dorothea: Look, I know what I'm doing. My acclaim as a diva won't last forever, after all. I must look to the future. You might think about doing the same thing. Your beauty - and you're gorgeous - won't last forever.
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: We all feel anxiety about aging.
    • Choice 2: Getting older doesn't bother me at all.
  • Dorothea:
    • Choice 1 response: You? Really? I never would have guessed.
    • Choice 2 response: I wish I could be that easy going.
  • Dorothea: Anyway, I'm not just playing games with these boys. This is for my future. You have no right to object. I very much want to find a good partner here at the academy. Someone who will take care of me for the rest of my life.
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: Do what you will.
    • Choice 2: Is that really what you want?
  • Dorothea:
    • Choice 1 response: I'm glad you understand.Not everyone appreciates the necessity of taking the initiative while you're still in your prime. Or are you just saying that?
    • Choice 2 response: Finding someone to take care of me? Of course it is! Who could ask for anything more?
  • Dorothea: Anyway, I value your opinion, Professor, but I won't have you interfering with my plans. Unless you'd like to take care of me into my old age? That'd be something, eh? How about it, Professor?
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: OK.
    • Choice 2: I don't think so.
  • Dorothea: I wasn't – You aren't being serious, are you? I was just teasing. Or did you really just consider spending your whole life with me? The thought hadn't crossed my mind before, but come to think of it...that might sound pretty nice. You've gotten awfully quiet... You might even be blushing a bit. Have I embarrassed you? If so, I'm very, very sorry. I should be going anyway. I'll see you later... Professor.

B Support Edit

  • Dorothea: ...
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: What's wrong?
    • Choice 2: Troubles with love?
  • Dorothea: Professor?? I – Oh...don't worry. It's nothing. ... Actually, could we talk for a bit? Somewhere a little more...private?

(Dorothea leaves. Byleth follows.)

  • Dorothea: ... I'm just gonna come right out and say it. I find you a little difficult to be around. I know, I know. I'm your student and you're just trying to watch out for me. But the way you look at me sometimes...it's like you're seeing right through me.
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: I'm sorry.
    • Choice 2: Seeing through you?
  • Dorothea:
    • Choice 1 response: No, don't apologize.
    • Choice 2 response: Don't worry.
  • Dorothea: I know you don't mean anything bad by it. I'm just self-conscious, I guess. The thing is, I don't have anything to call my own. No land, no birthright, no fortune. Little knowledge or battle skill. I think that's why I always clung to my popularity as a diva. Even after leaving the stage behind, I sort of kept up the act. When I look at you, it's like your eyes are accusing me... Telling me that you see right through it. That's what I mean when I say it's difficult to be around you. Hey, uh, this might be nuts, but maybe you could show me some kind of weakness of yours?
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: Excuse me?
    • Choice 2: I have no weaknesses.
  • Dorothea:
    • Choice 1 response: You know my biggest fear. If I know one of yours, maybe I'll feel less, I don't know...vulnerable.
    • Choice 2 response: Oh, come on, Professor. Everyone has some kind of weakness. You know mine. If I know one of yours, maybe I'll feel less, I don't know...vulnerable.
  • Byleth: Well, if it would really help...
  • Dorothea: Excellent. Well then, don't mind me.

(Brief blackout.)

  • Dorothea: I bet I know your weakness. It's not mental, is it? It's physical! You're ticklish! Here, I'll prove it. That's right. The next time you gaze into my soul, I know just how I'll retaliate! (Pause.) Um... Professor? What's with you? Why aren't you reacting to anything I'm doing? Come on! I thought that was funny. I swear, it's like your heart isn't even beating.
  • Byleth:
    • Choice 1: Sorry.
    • Choice 2: Actually, my heart isn't beating.
  • Dorothea:
    • Choice 1 response: That's all right. I didn't really think a little tease like that would be enough to get to you, anyway. Though I was giving it my all. You're pretty tough to resist that.
    • Choice 2 response: Ha, don't be so silly... Huh? It really isn't beating?! Is what I'd say if I was more gullible. You're just fooling around, Professor. I'm not sure how you did it, but that was a good one.

A Support Edit

(Location: Greenhouse)

  • Dorothea: This may seem a bit sudden, but...I want to thank you, Professor. That is, for letting me live my life the way I want. I've noticed you've been giving me fewer of those soul-revealing gazes lately. I appreciate you making an effort to not trouble yourself over who I spend my time with.
    • Byleth: So, you found me out...
      • Dorothea: Well, of course. Did you think I wouldn't notice? It's kind of sweet, in its own way.
    • Byleth: I don't know what you mean.
      • Dorothea: If you say so...But I notice you doing it all the same. It's kind of sweet, in its own way.
  • Dorothea: Professor, may I tell you a story about when I was younger? I was an orphan, living in the back alleys of Enbarr, until one day I was overheard singing... That was when my new life began. I was suddenly a songstress in the Mittlefrank Opera Company. Performers, nobility...I met so may people. But none of them ever really knew me. I was just some young pretty girl who could sing, a spectacle to be admired. Even though everyone praised my looks and my voice, and they showered me with gifts... I knew, one day, I'd be old. My looks would fade, my voice would change, I wouldn't sound the same. And I started to wonder, when I did get old, what would I have left? I'd be old, alone...and back on the streets of the capital, right where I'd started.
    • Byleth: I don't believe that's true.
      • Dorothea: You can never be certain about what the future will bring.
    • Byleth: I won't let you be alone.
      • Dorothea: That's sweet of you, even if you are just flirting.
  • Dorothea: I never had much to begin with in life, and I worry that one day, I'll be that way again... That's why I keep searching for someone who will love me. Someone unaware of the songstress, who can love a girl that used to be scared and alone on the streets of the capital... I wonder if such a strange person can even exist.

S Support Edit

(Location: Goddess Tower)

  • Dorothea: Oh, is this where you've been? Everyone's looking for you. With the war over, I'd like to think they'd at least give you a few days' rest. Don't worry, I won't tell them you're here. It's a rare occasion to have you all to myself.
    • Byleth: Not looking for a guy to share the victory with?
      • Dorothea: No, I've giving up on that. Besides, maybe the person I've been looking for is closer than I realized.
    • Byleth: Did you ever find your "strange person"?
      • Dorothea: See...there is one person I must confess I'm just a little bit interested in.
  • Byleth: In that case...

(Image: Byleth's Mother's Ring)

  • Dorothea: What? Is that-- That's a ring. It would be very embarrassing if I had the wrong idea, so I have to ask... Are you proposing? Here? Now? T-to me?

(Byleth Nods)

  • Dorothea: I don't know what to say. Are you sure? You want to spend your life with...me?

(Byleth Nods)

  • Dorothea: Even though I'm not a songstress anymore? And I don't come from a noble family or have any wealth or land to my name?

(Byleth Nods)

  • Dorothea: You won the war. You could pick anyone in the world. Why would you...

(Byleth Shakes Head)

  • Dorothea: OK. I mean, yes. Yes! I love you madly, and I'd be happy to marry you! But if we're going to be married, I had better think up a cute nickname for you. Don't you think? Oh, I wonder what I should call you now... Darling? My beloved? So many options! I starred in so many operas where I captured the heart of my beloved... But I never dreamed it would be this wonderful when it actually happened.

(S Support Artwork)

  • Dorothea: A life singing for you in a peaceful world... I imagine that life will be more wonderful than I ever could have hoped. I love you. I could never sing anything as pure as those three little words.

With Edelgard Edit

C Support Edit

  • Dorothea: Hey, Edie! Uh-oh, you're scowling again. You're going to get wrinkles all over that cute face of yours if you don't smile more.
  • Edelgard: Hello, Dorothea. I was just lost in thought. There are so many things to be done-to think of them makes my head ache sometimes. So many nobles of the Empire are utterly useless. When I am emperor, I intend to appoint only those who can actually be useful. It doesn't matter if they're of noble or common birth.
  • Dorothea: Noble or common, eh? Can you really do that?

(Alternative, post time skip) I intend to appoint only those who can actually be useful. It doesn't matter if they're of noble or common birth.

  • Dorothea: Noble or common? And you assume that'll be OK?
  • Dorothea: I mean, not that I don't agree. I'd make all those nobles vanish if I could...
  • Edelgard: Don't worry. I will make that a reality. It's not a question of can or cannot. All that matters is doing it and doing it right. The nobility system has only been around for twelve-hundred years. The concept didn't exist before that.
  • Dorothea: "Only" 1,200 years, huh? You always say such preposterous and extraordinary things, Edie. Yet somehow, you actually make it work for you. It's like you're a character from an opera.
  • Edelgard: A character from an opera... Hm. If an opera is made about my life someday, I wonder how I'll be portrayed. The revolutionary who guided the Empire to a new dawn...or the foolish ruler who took her revolution too far...

(Alternative, post time skip) The emperor who brought everlasting peace to Fódlan...or the tyrant who shed the blood of her people...

  • Dorothea: Well, that all sounds pretty violent. But either way, it would make an incredible opera. Do you figure it'd be a grand action piece full of combat and strife? Or would you prefer a somber political drama? ?Hail the mighty Edelgard, though red blood stains her story...? ?Heavy as her crown may be, she will lead us all to glory... To a brighter dawn, we shall carry on... Hail Edelgard!?
  • Edelgard: That's quite enough, Dorothea. I'm starting to feel more than a little embarrassed. Lovely as your voice is, let's just hope that any operatic productions about me are still a ways off.

B Support Edit

  • Dorothea: ?Humm, hu-humm, hu-humm...?
  • Edelgard: You're in high spirits today, Dorothea.
  • Dorothea: Yes... I have met someone quite charming recently.

(Alternative, post time skip) I am. There is someone whose company I have come to enjoy.

  • Dorothea:I'm hoping we can spend more time together soon.
  • Edelgard: Well, I wish you the best of luck. I wish I had some advice to offer. Alas... I do not.
  • Dorothea: Eh, don't worry too much about it, Edie. I'd guess romance isn't really something you're interested in anyway.
  • Edelgard: I'm not completely disinterested.
  • Dorothea: Oh, yeah? Is there someone you have your eye on?
  • Edelgard: Hmm... To be honest, there's nothing resembling romance in my life at present. It's not that I'm disinterested. I'm simply too busy with other endeavors. I have no time to spare for such things.

(Alternative, post time skip) A certain face comes to mind at the thought...though I'm not sure you could call what we have a romance just yet.

  • Dorothea: That's not surprising. You're not just any old noble, after all. Anyone who has feelings for you... Well, they're in for a pretty complicated life.
  • Edelgard: True. And I can't ignore the possibility that I may have to marry for political purposes. I doubt I'll ever have the opportunity for a passionate romance as long as I live...
  • Dorothea: That's no way to talk. You meet the right person and boom! You'll have passion to spare. Could be someone you've just met, or someone you've known your whole life... There's no telling how life will go. Something could even spark between the two of us!
  • Edelgard: You and I? Now that is an entertaining thought. If such an exciting future is in store, I look forward to it!
  • Dorothea: Oh yeah? That's awfully sweet of you, Edie.

A Support Edit

  • Dorothea: Hey, Edie, take a look at this! I received it as a gift... It was sent from... Hmm. I don't remember. Anyway, the point is...
  • Edelgard: Dorothea... When you receive a gift, don't you think you should try to remember who it's from?
  • Dorothea: You're right. That's a little thoughtless of me.
  • Edelgard: What's gotten into you lately? You seem mostly uninterested in the various suitors throwing themselves at you. Is something on your mind?
  • Dorothea: Oh, don't worry about me. Everything's fine. I'm just not that interested in...certain men. I'm just finding it difficult to care about chasing after love as much as I used to.
  • Edelgard: Do you have any idea why?
  • Dorothea: Well, I do have an inkling...
  • Edelgard: You seem reluctant to tell me... Is it somehow my fault?
  • Dorothea: No, no, nothing like that. OK, I suppose you're not completely wrong, but...
  • Edelgard: How do you mean? Please, just say what's on your mind.
  • Dorothea: When the two of us are together, talking like this... Somehow I don't feel like I care about my troubles with love anymore. So, it's fine.
  • Edelgard: Hmm... There's nothing wrong with that, of course, but it seems we should get to the bottom of such a drastic change. Maybe we can figure it out if we just-
  • Dorothea: Edie. I'm telling you I'm fine. If you push me any further, I'll write an opera about you. I'll do it right here and now. And then I'll sing it in your face!
  • Edelgard: Settle down, Dorothea, I can take a hint! If you insist, I'll drop the subject. Whatever you do, don't write more opera lines about me. My cheeks are probably still red from your last performance.
  • Dorothea: Well, I can't promise anything. But if I try real hard, by the time the war is over I might just have an opera written, starring you! No need to worry though, Edie. I'll be fabulous as you. A performance they'll rave about for years.
  • Edelgard: Ugh, the frightening part is that I don't know whether you're joking or not. But I do regret to inform you that you won't be playing the role of Edelgard.
  • Dorothea: Why's that?
  • Edelgard: Don't you see? No story about me would be complete without the character of Dorothea. It would be ridiculous for you to play me instead of yourself.
  • Dorothea: Edie... You really are something special, aren't you?

With Hubert Edit

C Support Edit

  • Hubert: Completely unreasonable. How will I see to this...
  • Dorothea: Hubie? What are you doing here?
  • Hubert: A routine matter. No cause for concern.
  • Dorothea: Ah, so it's something to do with Edie, then.
  • Hubert: And?
  • Dorothea: She really is all you ever think about, isn't she? Look, I know you're doing all this so that she'll like you, but if you go too far, she'll end up pushing you away. Maybe even hate you.
  • Hubert: This has nothing to do with swaying Lady Edelgard's sentiments. I am simply her humble servant. I do what is in her best interest. Whether she cares for me or not is irrelevant.
  • Dorothea: It really doesn't look that way to me. I bet you'd follow any order Edie gave, if you thought it would make her like you. Am I right?
  • Hubert: Any order? What a thing to suggest. But the answer is no. I will decline any directive that I deem would not be beneficial to her.
  • Dorothea: Is that right? So, just for example... If Edie commanded you to find yourself a suitable wife, would you do it?
  • Hubert: If it would benefit her in some way for me to marry, then yes, I would marry.
  • Dorothea: It's easy to say that now, with no bridal party in sight. But if it was the day of the wedding? Nah, I don't believe that.
  • Hubert: I don't care what you believe. My only wish is to see Lady Edelgard fulfill her ambitions. All other matters pale in comparison.
  • Dorothea: Hubie. "Pale in comparison"? You've seen too many operas. I don't think you understand how the world works. At all.
  • Hubert: And I don't care what you think, either. I would make any sacrifice to support Lady Edelgard. It's a shame you've never experienced such devotion.
  • Dorothea: You're right, I don't have anyone like that right now. But... maybe someday I will?
  • Hubert: Then maybe someday you'll understand. Until then, we will never see eye to eye. Now, if you will excuse me. I have much to do.
  • Dorothea: Hubie, I just don't get you. Although I do find your point of view just fascinating...

B Support Edit

  • Dorothea: Hey there, Hubie. I've been thinking about our conversation the other day... And I've just got to know... do you really love Edie?
  • Hubert: If it's one or the other, I suppose it would be closer to love than to hate. Why?
  • Dorothea: Ahh, I knew it! That's why you work so hard for Edie! Oh, Hubie, I finally get you. You're just another servant suffering from unrequited love for their mistress.
  • Hubert: You completely misunderstand. Unrequited love? Do I really look like the kind of drooling simpleton to have that kind of motivation?
  • Dorothea: I'd like to say yes, but I know you'd just argue. Fine, Hubie. Tell me your situation.
  • Hubert: My situation is simple. I am walking a path.
  • Dorothea: Oh, do go on.
  • Hubert: Everyone has a path in life. Lady Edelgard has shown me mine. It is just beside her own. So we walk together, side by side. We stride ever forward, yielding to nothing and to no one.
  • Dorothea: So... you're sharing the same dream?
  • Hubert: Bluntly, yes. But it's more than just a shared dream. I have many feelings toward Lady Edelgard. Gratitude. Respect. Awe. Empathy. Trust. Hope.
  • Dorothea: OK... I was teasing you, but I gotta say I'm just a little bit jealous of you and Edie. That you're able to embrace these feelings and stride forward along the same path... You're lucky, Hubie. I don't know if I'll ever get the chance to experience anything so utterly... operatic.
  • Hubert: Why not?
  • Dorothea: Because I figure that the best quality in a partner would be that they make me happy. And loving another is really about wanting to be loved. I'm pretty sure that's different from how things are with you and Edie.

A Support Edit

  • Dorothea: Hubie, I've been thinking...
  • Hubert: What's all this about now?
  • Dorothea: It's about what you said before... about your path.
  • Hubert: You mean the path that Lady Edelgard and I walk?
  • Dorothea: I guess I don't really understand that kind of thing, since I've always been focused on my own goals... But you, Edie, Professor... All of you are fighting for an ideal. That's big. It touches everyone. Then there's me, with my hands full thinking of just myself.
  • Hubert: One person seems enough to me.
  • Dorothea: Hmm... Maybe you're right.
  • Hubert: Do you have something more to say, Dorothea? It is unlike you to seem so uncertain.
  • Dorothea: I guess so. I'm sorry, Hubie. It's just... I've been thinking a lot lately... About whether Edie might command you to marry me.
  • Hubert: What?
  • Dorothea: Perhaps Edie might command you --
  • Hubert: No need to repeat it. I heard you quite clearly.
  • Dorothea: Like I said, my hands are full thinking of just one person. But if you and I were devoted to one another... maybe we could strive for the future you believe in. Maybe I'd finally understand your path and be able to think about more than just myself.
  • Hubert: Seems it's my turn to not understand. Did you just propose marriage as a way to get to know me? How exactly would such an arrangement benefit me?
  • Dorothea: Oh, it'll benefit you.
  • Hubert: Go on.
  • Dorothea: Well, this "path" you're walking with Edie will have one more loyal follower. Isn't that enough?
  • Hubert: I suppose it may well be. Your contribution to our cause has been noteworthy. I've no complaints about your battle prowess either. And if you were able to walk the path as I do... that would be something very special.
  • Dorothea: So, will you consider it? This is all because of you, you know. You made me wonder what it's like to be wholly devoted to another person...
  • Hubert: Heh. All right. I'll consider it.

With Ferdinand Edit

C Support Edit

  • Ferdinand: Ah, Dorothea! The dining hall seems so much brighter with you here.
  • Dorothea: Ferdie! I must say you are quite adept with flattery. Please, give me some more.
  • Ferdinand: Flattery? No, I was not... There you go with that attitude again. Why do you reserve such cold treatment for me, and me alone? Do you hate me, Dorothea? Or have you some other reason to avoid my company?
  • Dorothea: I underestimated you. I assumed your noble upbringing had dulled your perception. But you got it right on your first try. I hate you.
  • Ferdinand: Huh, I was right. Might I ask why you find me so despicable? I can scarcely guess.
  • Dorothea: Don't waste another minute thinking about it.
  • Ferdinand: That will not do. I do not think you would hate a person for no reason.
  • Dorothea: Hm, perhaps. How's this? If you can guess why, I'll let you know if you're right.The brains of us commonfolk are so simple, it should be pretty easy for a big-shot noble to sort out.
  • Ferdinand: Very well. I cannot walk away from a challenge. I have no choice but to chance a guess. You are always making fun, calling me a "big shot" and so forth. Perhaps you think all nobles are... No, it could not be that simple.
  • Dorothea: Oh? What can't be that simple?
  • Ferdinand: Please. Will you not give me a clue?
  • Dorothea: Well, let me see. A good clue... I know! It's because you're like a bee. That oughta be enough of a clue. So long, Ferdie.
  • Ferdinand: A bee? I haven't the slightest... Perhaps because I am such a diligent worker?

B Support Edit

  • Ferdinand: Ah, you have arrived at just the right time. Care for one of these handmade treats?
  • Dorothea: My goodness, Ferdie. When did you become such a talented confectioner?
  • Ferdinand: Oh, Dorothea! I am hardly an expert.
  • Dorothea: Nevertheless, you have managed to make some tasty-looking treats.
  • Ferdinand: Well, it is the first time I have tried my hand at it. Honestly, there were several unsuccessful attempts preceding this batch. I made these pastries to solve that riddle you gave me. The reason you despise me.
  • Dorothea: Oh?
  • Ferdinand: You said I was like a bee. The bee is a dutiful worker, just as I am. But the bee inherits a capacious home, with a wealth of honey. Similarly, I inherited my fortune. I did not receive it as a reward for my labor. I surmised that perhaps you'd feel differently about me if I earned something all on my own. That was my plan. To emulate your transformation from desperate pauper to successful songstress.
  • Dorothea: All on your own? Did you renounce your nobility? Give away your riches?
  • Ferdinand: No, I made these! I obtained all the ingredients on my own, without anyone's help.
  • Dorothea: You mean... you got the sugar and the flour.
  • Ferdinand: Yes. To earn the flour, I worked in the fields. To earn the sugar, I carried a merchant's wares.
  • Dorothea: Who did the cooking? You?
  • Ferdinand: Naturally! I took on some extra chores in exchange for use of the kitchen at night.
  • Dorothea: I have to admit, that's impressive. Hey... It looks like you had a bit of an accident. Is your hand OK?
  • Ferdinand: I burned myself a little while I was baking. Nothing to worry about.
  • Dorothea: Nonsense. That burn will scar, you know. Come on, let's get you to the infirmary.
  • Ferdinand: Wait! Dorothea! You have yet to try my treats...
  • Dorothea: You should be fine now, Ferdie. Big-shot nobles have to treat their bodies with care just like the rest of us.
  • Ferdinand: There you go again. Noble this, noble that. Though you did say it with less disdain than usual.
  • Dorothea: Nothing gets past you. As it were, I may have reconsidered you a little.
  • Ferdinand: You have reconsidered me? Finally! Just as I had hoped, we are becoming friends. Now then, I propose that we ---
  • Dorothea: I only said I reconsidered a little. And you still haven't figured out why I said you're like a bee. Which is funny, because you look like a bee right now. Bye!
  • Ferdinand: So, I am still a bee. A completely mystified bee...

A Support Edit

  • Ferdinand: Ah, Dorothea. I am surprised to find you here. I did not think you were all that religious.
  • Dorothea: There's a lot you don't know, Ferdie. But you're right. I'd hardly call myself devout. After all, it was thanks to the goddess and her noble regime that I suffered so much as a child.
  • Ferdinand: You must be quite brave to speak so coarsely in this hallowed place. But what do you mean... about suffering as a child?
  • Dorothea: Ugh... Do I really have to tell you? Oh, forget it. I'm sure you already know that I'm an orphan. I grew up in the alleys of Enbarr, begging for coins, eating scraps, drinking from drains.
  • Ferdinand: I see. I remember seeing street children around the city...
  • Dorothea: I could've died. Then the right person overheard me singing... And suddenly I was in the opera. I was a songstress. And my goodness...did the nobles like me. The people who used to spit on me and call me an urchin? They praised my voice and my beauty. A nobleman who had once kicked me, gave me the most gorgeous shoes. I almost asked if it was a joke.
  • Ferdinand: So that is why you despise nobility. But why do you think I am the same as them? Do you really believe that is the kind of man I am? You think I would ever treat people differently based on appearances? There is nothing noble about that!
  • Dorothea: Oh, really? You're something different? That's not how I remember things... It was the very day that I was discovered... I was in high spirits. Nothing was wrong in the world. I secretly bathed in one of the town's fountains, hoping to wash off some of the dirt from the streets. I sang the same song the opera composer overheard earlier that day. And that's when you appeared.
  • Ferdinand: Me?! No... It could not have been...
  • Dorothea: Don't play dumb. You glared at me, the same look I'd gotten from every other noble. Then you ran off. When we met at the academy, you were a different person. All smiles and friendly words. You were like a bee, Ferdinand. A bee attracted to a flower in full bloom.
  • Ferdinand: So, it was you then, singing that song... Dorothea please listen. This is a misunderstanding. When I saw you... I could not take my eyes off you. I was hypnotized. Your beautiful voice, your elegant face...droplets of water on your skin that glittered in the sun. I thought you were a water nymph.
  • Dorothea: Stop it. Don't lie to me.
  • Ferdinand: No, it is true. I was only a child. The vision overwhelmed me. That is why I ran. I plucked up the courage to return, but no one was there. I thought perhaps it was a dream...
  • Dorothea: ... Maybe I can believe you. I've wanted to ever since the day you made me those treats... I thought then that maybe you weren't like the others, but... There's a lot I have to let go of, Ferdie.
  • Ferdinand: Of course. I am glad we had this conversation. You know, I do not mind you thinking of me as a bee. Life as a simple drone, circling a queen... It actually sounds quite wonderful.
  • Dorothea: Don't drones keep the queen safe from other bugs? I like the sound of that.

With Linhardt Edit

C Support Edit

  • Linhardt: I do believe a nap is in order...
  • Dorothea: Oh, this is lovely... Just feel that breeze.
  • Linhardt: Dorothea? Whatever are you doing here?
  • Dorothea: I was thinking of relaxing here, but it looks as if someone else is lounging in my spot already. taking a nap in public like this? Really, Lin. The nobles look down on such behavior.
  • Linhardt: You do know I am of noble birth.
  • Dorothea: Oh, I'm sorry. I'm just teasing. You never do act very noble though. Why is that?
  • Linhardt: Each person must follow their own way. This is how I prefer to live. Even if some of the more pretentious nobles like to poke fun at my ways.
  • Dorothea: Doesn't that bother you? I mean, really? It doesn't hurt your pride or anything?
  • Linhardt: What use is pride? It doesn't feed nor clothe you. It offers no warmth on a cold night.
  • Dorothea: First time I've heard a noble say something like that.
  • Linhardt: Well, most nobles are... Oh, what is the polite way to say it? Fools. yes. They are fools. As for myself... My father is the Minister of Domestic Affairs, and he has pride enough for the both of us. For example, did you know he and the Minster of Military Affairs cannot get along, although they value each other greatly? His pride gets in the way, so he can't make amends. That is why there was discord between civil ministers and military officers in the Empire. And so pride serves no good purpose in politics either. So tell me, what use is it?
  • Dorothea: I wonder if bad blood between civil and military leaders is somewhat unavoidable. The Minister of Domestic Affairs is in charge of all civil officials, so if they just give in easily, their subordinates would lose respect, right? I get the feeling that if your pride isn't equal to the responsibility you bear, then you aren't fit to lead. Also, I happen to think pride can be quite charming.
  • Linhardt: And how interesting is charm? It just gets in the way of living your life.
  • Dorothea: If you lack charm, nobody will give you a second glance.
  • Linhardt: Right, which means more time for napping.
  • Dorothea: Lin... You can't really believe what you're saying, can you?

B Support Edit

  • Soldier: How did you know Dorothea was an orphan?
  • Soldier: I hear she buttered up some noble and he enrolled her in the academy..
  • Soldier: She's higher ranking than us lot. How disappointing.
  • Dorothea: ...
  • Linhardt: I suggest ignoring them.
  • Dorothea: Ah! Lin, don't scare me like that!
  • Linhardt: You seem less scared than surprised, but that's quibbling, I suppose. As for those two gossips? Unimportant. I suggest forgetting all about them and their petty words. join me for a meal. I've been the target of a lot of gossip, and eating generally makes me feel better.
  • Dorothea: Don't pretend we're the same. If I could brush it off so easily, I would.
  • Linhardt: It doesn't seem particularly difficult. Where's the problem? Is this about your pride?
  • Dorothea: No. Not even a little bit.
  • Linhardt: What then?
  • Dorothea: Lin. please just...go away. i want to be alone right now.
  • Linhardt: That's fine. But your life is your own business. It's not something that can be affected by the petty words of a stranger. Ah, sorry. I kept talking, didn't I? I'll stop now.
  • Dorothea: Please do.

B+ Support Edit

  • Linhardt: Hmm... Where has it gone?
  • Dorothea: Lin, you got a moment?
  • Linhardt: Oh, Dorothea. Are you done being alone?
  • Dorothea: Please don't say it like that... I let the gossipers get to me...and I snapped at you. Can you forgive me?
  • Linhardt: You have my forgiveness, although I remember no wrong doing on your part.
  • Dorothea: Oh, well... Thank you, I guess.
  • Linhardt: So do you feel better?
  • Dorothea: About the gossip? Not even a little bit. I... I need someone to talk to, and I figure it should be you.
  • Linhardt: Oh? OK. What is it?
  • Dorothea: About the things that those soldiers were saying... The truth is, I agree with them. Selfish as I am, I curried favor with a noble so I could enroll here. An orphan like me, here. Crazy, right? And now, to be leading troops as one of the professor's generals... I'm way out of my league. I'm doing the best I can, of course, but sometimes I wonder if it's enough...
  • Linhardt: Dorothea, if I may offer a bit of advice. you have no reason to fave anything you do not wish to. If the past distresses you, then just let it go. It's as simple as that.
  • Dorothea: But it's my past. You can't escape your past...
  • Linhardt: You've probably overcome a lot of tough times, haven't you? I think that's incredible, really, but why not just let go of the suffering and run away from the memories that cause you pain? I suspect you'll find it a better way of living. I know I do.
  • Dorothea: That's not living, Lin. It's running away. if I leave my hardships behind, then all of that means nothing.
  • Linhardt: Good point. Well said. Yet I propose ignoring your past changes nothing of who you are today. I see before me a great woman who should not be bothered by idle gossip. Even if you dropped everything and took a nap for thousand years, you would still be you.
  • Dorothea: What an example... I don't quite get it, but I am a bit envious of you. Still, I can't live the way you do.
  • Linhardt: At least try it. Go take a nap where a noble will see you. Give them something to talk about.
  • Dorothea: Heh. Maybe I will.

A Support Edit

With Caspar Edit

C Support Edit

  • Dorothea: Oh, Caspar! Just who I was hoping to see. I have a tiny request, if you have time to help me.
  • Caspar: I'm always happy to help. What can I do for you?
  • Dorothea: That is exactly what I was hoping to hear. Would you mind coming along to my room?
  • Caspar: Your...room? Uh. OK. Ugh...this...isn't what I...had in mind!
  • Dorothea: Come on. A big strong guy like you? This is easy. Lift up the cabinet, please. I need to dust behind it.
  • Caspar: There's still more to do? Why do you care so much about keeping this place clean? It's just a dorm room.
  • Dorothea: Leaving this place a mess wouldn't be fair to the next person who's assigned here. In fact, I think once we're done with this room, we should clean up your room as well.
  • Caspar: Yeah, I don't think so. I have some actual training to do.
  • Dorothea: Oh, come to think of it, I have a date myself. The fella I'm seeing has quite a charming face, rich family, and, I assume, a tolerable personality.
  • Caspar: Don't you get tired of spending time with all of these guys who have "tolerable personalities"?
  • Dorothea: Oh, it gets tedious at times. You must listen to them talk, for one thing. But it's important for my future.
  • Caspar: That's how I see my training. I guess it's pretty much the same thing.
  • Dorothea: I don't know if that's a comparison you really want to make.
  • Caspar: Why not? Seems about right to me. Sure I'm a noble, but I'm also a second son. I don't have anything coming to me. Why do you think I'm always training so much? I need to prove myself on the battle field if I plan on making it anywhere in this world. I know you don't have noble status or wealth, so you're putting in the effort to marry well, right? See? Pretty much the same thing.
  • Dorothea: I suppose... It would be nice if everyone saw it that way. Well then, Caspar, I need to get ready for my date, but shall we both agree to work hard for our futures?
  • Caspar: Absolutely. I just hope our efforts are worth it!

B Support Edit

  • Caspar: Hey, Dorothea. Something's been bothering me. I kinda feel like you act more casually around me than you do with other people.
  • Dorothea: Casually? I don't know what you mean.
  • Caspar: I just feel like you're always asking me to do things that might make other people uncomfortable. Like when you asked me to clean your room. You're not very flirty toward me like you are with the other guys. You seem weirdly comfortable around me.
  • Dorothea: You pay more attention than I would've thought. Hey, are you interested in me? You know, "interested" interested?
  • Caspar: What? Uh, no! I---um. It just seemed weird and I was curious.
  • Dorothea: I'm kidding. It's true that I do find you quite a convenient little helper at times. It's like you're..how to put it? You're like a little brother to me.
  • Caspar: Ugh. Really? That's not exactly a compliment.
  • Dorothea: No, but it's true, and now that I've thought about it, I like the whole idea. Why don't you try calling me "big sis" and see how it feels?
  • Caspar: No, no. That's not gonna happen.
  • Dorothea: Why not?
  • Caspar: I'm embarrassed just thinking about it.
  • Dorothea: Oh come on. It's just a goof. You can manage it at least once, can't you? Please? I know! If you do it, I'll stop using you for my chores. How's that sound?
  • Caspar: That's...an enticing offer. Fine. Once. Big sis...
  • Dorothea: Well done, Caspar! You're such a cute little boy, I'm proud to have you as a sibling.
  • Caspar: I'm not cute, and I'm not little! How would you feel if I made you call me "big bro"?
  • Dorothea: Oh? Well, I wouldn't mind that at all, big bro.
  • Caspar: ...
  • Dorothea: Is something wrong, "big bro"?
  • Caspar: Aaargh! This is the worst.

A Support Edit

With Bernadetta Edit

C Support Edit

  • Bernadetta: Ah, it's peaceful here. Flowers are so calming. Just looking at these, it's like all the terrible parts of the day just disappear. If only people could be more like flowers...
  • Dorothea: What's Bern doing? She looks like there's something wrong.
  • Bernadetta: All these nobles are just terrifying, and the commoners... Just look at Dorothea. So pretty, popular, dazzling... There's no way someone like me could ever be close with someone like that.
  • Dorothea: Bern, are you OK?
  • Bernadetta: Ah! Dorothea! Did you hear all that?
  • Dorothea: Just the part about you wishing you could get along with someone. So, Bern, who've you got a crush on? Seriously now, you have to tell me. Who are they? Do I know them? I'm so excited for you, Bern!
  • Bernadetta: Um, n-no. I was...actually thinking about...being friends with you.
  • Dorothea: Me? I thought we already were friends.
  • Bernadetta: That's n-not what I mean. Oh, I'm such a coward! I thought it would be great if we could be closer. But old memories just get in the way for me.
  • Dorothea: Bern, whatever happened in the past, you know you have my full support. I'm here for you. I thought we'd already been friends for a long time no. Please...
  • Bernadetta: Just forget it. We'll never be close friends. Father would just... He would just... Aaaah! Nooo!
  • Dorothea: Wait! I...Father? What did she mean by that?

B Support Edit

  • Dorothea: Hello, Bern.
  • Bernadetta: Oh, no. What did I do this time? Did I offend you? Is this your revenge?
  • Dorothea: No, not at all. I just want to talk.
  • Bernadetta: If you promise not to resort to violence, I'll do whatever you want.
  • Dorothea: Bern, I've just been worried about you. That's all. When I said I was your friend, you ran away, saying something about your father. Remember?
  • Bernadetta: Um... Vaguely...
  • Dorothea: I know you've lived through some bad times. If you could tell me about it, maybe I could help?
  • Bernadetta: Oh, I don't know.
  • Dorothea: Please. Your father's not here now. Whatever it is, you're safe to tell me.
  • Bernadetta: All right...
  • [Scene transition]
  • Bernadetta: My parents told me never to befriend a commoner. They said commoners are scum and that they'd crush any that tried to come near me.
  • Dorothea: Hang on. Scum? They called me—I mean commoners—they called us scum?
  • Bernadetta: Yeah. But once, a long time ago, I did secretly make friends with one...a boy. When my father found out about him, he disappeared the very next day. I heard he was found beaten half to death. I never saw him again. Since then, I've been terrified of making friends with anyone. Commoners, especially.
  • Dorothea: I... I never knew that kind of thing really happened. You hear stories, sure, but... Oh, Bern. I'm so sorry.
  • Bernadetta: ...
  • Dorothea: I'm proud to be your commoner friend!
  • Bernadetta: Dorothea!
  • Dorothea: Hey now, relax. There's nothing to bawl about. If your dad tried to beat me up, I'd return the favor and then some.
  • Bernadetta: Return...the favor?
  • Dorothea: When I was in the opera, you better believe I had run-ins with the most wicked, terrible men. I survived kidnappings, attempted murders, all kinds of stuff. But you know what? I broke those guys' arms. Snap! It was a thank-you for all the trouble they went through trying to hurt me.
  • Bernadetta: You're incredible, Dorothea.
  • Dorothea: So now that you know I can defend myself, can we be friends, Bern?
  • Bernadetta: All right. Yeah. Yeah!

With Petra Edit

C Support Edit

  • Dorothea: Petra, how are you doing? Getting used to life here?
  • Petra: I am settled. Everyone shows great kindness.
  • Dorothea: I’m glad to hear it. I was so surprised when you first arrived. A princess, all the way from Brigid!
  • Petra: You have my gratitude, but please do not call me princess. You are making my cheeks blush!
  • Dorothea: There’s nothing to blush about. You’re every little girl’s dream of what a princess should be. Anyhow, I suppose it’s been a long time since you’ve been back to Brigid, hasn’t it? I hope you aren’t homesick. Maybe we can cook one of your favorite dishes from back home?
  • Petra: I do wish for that, but there is no possibility. The ingredients are not found here.
  • Dorothea: I suppose you’re right. That’s probably why they don't cook the food of Brigid in the dining hall. I’m sorry. I just got to thinking about how hard it must be to live somewhere so far away from home and... No. It can’t be impossible. I’ll fix you a real meal of Brigid. I’ll just find a recipe and similar ingredients!
  • Petra: Wait, Dorothea. It is the thinking that counts. But your cooking is... what is the word... horrendous. That is what everyone is saying anyway.
  • Dorothea: Horrendous? Nobody’s cooking can be that bad!
  • Petra: The thinking is enough for me. You have my biggest gratitude.
  • Dorothea: Fine. I’ll do something instead of cooking for you. I just want to be sure that you feel at home here. How about a massage? That may help you loosen up.
  • Petra: I have no problems. My body is already able to relax.
  • Dorothea: Oh? Then perhaps I could sing you lullabies to help you sleep!
  • Petra: I am not having sleeping trouble.
  • Dorothea: Just know that you never have to worry about putting me out. I like helping my friends. Well then, I must be going, but remember my offer.

Dorothea leaves

  • Petra: Dorothea, is filling my heart full...

B Support Edit

  • Petra: Dorothea, I want to be asking you a question.
  • Dorothea: Please do.
  • Petra: Why have you come to Garreg Mach? Is your goal different from the rest?
  • Dorothea: Yes, I suppose. Everyone here's an heir or an heiress. But not me. I'm just a commoner. When I enrolled in the Officers Academy I was different than everyone else. I wanted to secure my future and...my big idea was to marry money. Ever since, I've been dating different terribly well-to-do men, searching for a good one... So far there's been no reason for a second date.
  • Petra: Marrying money? That is not sounding like a good idea. Money would be a bad husband.
  • Dorothea: Pretty much.
  • Petra: But you treat me well. I have so much gratitude.Why do you show me such friendliness when I am not money?
  • Dorothea: Oh, no, Petra. This isn't like that. I like spending time with friends. It's wonderful being friends with you, and I hope we can stay close for a long time to come.
  • Petra: Yes, I have that hope too. But I have also been thinking of who is good for me.
  • Dorothea: Oh, I see.
  • Petra: And still I am thinking we should be friends.
  • Dorothea: Oh, I know why. Because we're both trouble for Imperial nobility.
  • Petra: Yes, we both have troubles.
  • Dorothea: Feels nice, doesn't it? Knowing that, together, we can irritate that many people? Since we've already got a lot in common, let's get to know each other better, shall we?

A Support Edit

With Felix Edit

C Support Edit

  • Dorothea: Felix, my goodness, I swear you're always training. Such a hard worker. So strong.
  • Felix: Hunh! Hah! Hyah!
  • Dorothea: Hello? Felix?
  • Felix: What?
  • Dorothea: You can hear me. That's good. I was worried maybe your ears didn't work.
  • Felix: What do you want?
  • Dorothea: Oh nothing...Nothing in particular, I mean. But now that I'm here, and now that you've asked... When you've finished up, do you think you'd like to join me in the dining hall for something sweet?
  • Felix: I'll pass. I don't like sweets. Also, you're a nuisance. Stay away from me.
  • Dorothea: That's not a very nice way to talk to a classmate. Anyway, you sound like you're shooing away a stray cat.
  • Felix: Shhh. Shut up.
  • Dorothea: I am not a stray cat, Felix, and I am not leaving until you take a moment to chat with me.
  • Felix: You are a pest. Fine-- do what you will.
  • Dorothea: Oh, you better believe I am going to keep doing exactly what I will.
  • Felix: Hah! Hyuh! Hunh!
  • Dorothea: Hmm...Maybe instead of a sweet treat, we can get something spicy? Would you like that? I've heard the dining hall is serving a dish with some western spices in it. Mmm... Does that sound good, Felix? Would you like something spicy instead of sweet?
  • Felix: You're distracting me. When I am hungry, I will eat. Alone. Stop squawking at me.
  • Dorothea: Well, since you asked so nicely, I'll leave you in peace. Good-bye, Felix!
  • Felix: Finally.

B Support Edit

  • Felix: You're following me. Stop.
  • Dorothea: I'm leaving you alone, just as you asked. I may be walking the same way as you, but--
  • Felix: What do you want?
  • Dorothea: You've made it abundantly clear I'm not to want anything from you, including politeness.
  • Felix: I heard a rumor that you're planning to settle down with a noble.
    • (Azure Moon route) You're trying to get close to me, aren't you? You want to marry into House Fraldarius.
    • (Other routes) I abandoned my family, so you'll have to look elsewhere. Not much to gain from marrying me.
  • Dorothea: Nice try, Felix, but it's not like any old noble will do. I just find you interesting is all. Is that so odd?
  • Felix: Interesting? I'm not interesting. What do you mean?
  • Dorothea: I've never met a noble so...unsociable. Yes, that's the word. Unsociable. Other nobles are quick to be friends, even if it's just because they might gain something from it.
  • Felix: The Empire's nobility, maybe. The Kingdom's nobility is a whole different animal.
  • Dorothea: If they are, so what? You should care how others think of you.
  • Felix: Why? I don't answer to them. All that matters is improving my skill. I'll prove my worth on the battlefield. Those people care so much about appearances they can't even see each other. It makes me sick.
  • Dorothea: Oh, I agree. What's important isn't how someone looks, it's their true nature. I don't pretend to know your true nature. I don't even have a very good understanding of my own. But I suppose you see mine just fine, don't you? Just a silly girl with no thoughts in her head except for marrying a noble, yes? Good-bye, Felix.
  • Felix: Hm.

A Support Edit

A + Support Edit

With Sylvain Edit

C Support Edit

  • Dorothea: Ah, Sylvain. It's unusual to find you doing something other than hitting on women.
  • Sylvain: Ah, Dorothea! I've been preparing to do just that, as it were. My intention is to flirt with the monastery's most beautiful flower...Dorothea herself!
  • Dorothea: Oh dear, and I've ruined all your hard work. You might as well save the effort. I'm not taking the bait.
  • Sylvain: Heh heh... Oh, Dorothea, your wit is as sharp as your beauty. Don't you want just a little flirting? Just a sample? I'm not like all the others, you know.
  • Dorothea: I don't doubt it. By "not like all these others," do you mean how serious you are about being disingenuous when you flirt?
  • Sylvain: And that is supposed to mean...what exactly?
  • Dorothea: Your social standing isn't bad, and you're not bad to look at or particularly dumb. You could easily be engaged by now. But you just flit from one woman to the next without settling on anyone. I bet you enjoy going out with them, but you hate women themselves. Don't you think?
  • Sylvain: Me? Hate women? Haha! That couldn't be further from the truth! I'm always serious when it comes to matters of the heart. When I flirt, I stake my life on it.
  • Dorothea: Uh-huh. I'll believe it when I see it. Staking your life on a person is the sort of thing you should only do when you're in love.
  • Sylvain: That's what I've been saying! I love you enough to stake my life on it. And I'm seriously in love with each and every girl I flirt with.
  • Dorothea: I see. Regardless, I'm not staking my life on you. So you'd better go and fall in love with someone else. Good-bye, Sylvain.

(Dorothea leaves.)

  • Sylvain: She's stone cold... I love it.

B Support Edit

  • Sylvain: Ah, Dorothea. What are you doing here?
  • Dorothea: I was actually waiting to see you.
  • Sylvain: Were you doing to invite me out to dinner? I accept.
  • Dorothea: Yes, I was. I don't think it would be so bad to share a meal with you from time to time.
  • Sylvain: How about tonight? I'm busy tomorrow...
  • Dorothea: That's fine by me. What are you busy with, I wonder? Girls? And more girls?
  • Sylvain: Heh heh, isn't it an unwritten rule not to ask about such things? But what a curious turn of events. Have you perhaps got an ulterior motive?
  • Dorothea: No ulterior moves. If you're worried, we can just pretend this conversation never happened.

(Dorothea turns to leave.)

  • Sylvain: No, wait! That's not what I meant. I just don't understand why you want my company now...when you've always been so cold to me. Have you perhaps...fallen in love with me?
  • Dorothea: Ugh, my stomach just got queasy. You know what? Maybe I'll just eat on my own after all.
  • Sylvain: Fine, fine. I get it. You want someone to chase your loneliness away.
  • Dorothea: Something like that, yes. If you don't want to, I'll ask someone else.
  • Sylvain: Don't dream of it. It would be my pleasure, milady. And to be clear...the reason you chose to spend time with me is my family, yes? Or is it my Crest? Both? I'm just curious about such things. Say I was a commoner. Would you still have invited me to dinner?
  • Dorothea: Is this really necessary for a simple dinner invitation? Actually, I have a question of my own. Say I was a hoarse-voiced old hag... Would you still be flirting with me? Would you still want to hold my hand and whisper sweet nothings?
  • Sylvain: That's a difficult question. I have nothing agianst mature women, but...
  • Dorothea: Even if you were an old man, I still would have invited you out. If you were a former noble exiled from his family, or an orphan from the streets, my heart cares not!

(Dorothea laughs.)

  • Dorothea: Just kidding. I just wanted to try saying it. Of course it's better that you have money.
  • Sylvain: Heh, you little... Eh, that's probably true. So, Dorothea, about that dinner?
  • Dorothea: It would be an honor to have you join me tonight. And let's not talk about things like this over dinner, OK?

(Dorothea leaves.)

  • Sylvain: Even if I was an old man or an orphan, huh?

A Support Edit

  • Sylvain: Ah, why have I been so unlucky with women lately?
  • Dorothea: Oh, Sylvain, what's that face for? Have you been dumped again?
  • Sylvain: Heh, isn't there an unwritten rule you shouldn't ask someone that?
  • Dorothea: I'm sorry, I thought you didn't mind being dumped. Huh. So your love life can get you down sometimes after all. Who knew?
  • Sylvain: I'm sad every time I break up with someone! It's just, I usually try to be the one doing the breaking up. I've never had a hard time with girls...ever. Not until recently. But now when I think about it, I wonder what any of them even liked about me. It's not as if any of them knew much about me. I don't get it.
  • Dorothea: Isn't that what a relationship is for? Learning about someone else? You can't know it all right at the start.
  • Sylvain: I asked you before, if you would have invited me out if I was a peasant.
  • Dorothea: You did ask me that, yes.
  • Sylvain: That was wrong of me to say. I've just... It's not an excuse, but I'm always so suspicious. I'm a nobleman with a Crest. The marriage proposals don't stop coming. Everyone wants me. Except they don't actually want me at all. They want my bloodline. Within my family and without, it's always the same story. Sometimes I think that if I didn't have a Crest, no one would look at me twice.
  • Dorothea: I see. And... you're probably not wrong. Honestly, I've had those same sort of thoughts myself.
  • Sylvain: Oh? What sort of thoughts might those be?
  • Dorothea: I sang, people cheered and applauded, and when I walked off stage, I'd find the same thing every night. A mountain of presents and marriage proposals. But none of those people knew me. All they knew was the singer they saw on stage. All they wanted was my looks and my voice. None of them even tried to get to know the real me.
  • Sylvain: Heh, I'm pretty sure I've heard this somewhere.
  • Dorothea: We may come from different places, but we're much the same, wouldn't you say?
  • Sylvain: Yeah, I suppose we are. Look, Dorothea. I've realized something. Even if you were an old grandma, I'd still flirt with you...and I'd absolutely win you over. Though, I'd much rather be win you over now...and be with you until you become an old grandma.
  • Dorothea: That might be the most legitimately romantic thing you've ever said, Sylvain. And I can't say I disagree... I'd rather you win me over now too, so that I can stay by your side until you're an old grandpa.
  • Sylvain: Well, before any of that, will you go to dinner with me?
  • Dorothea: I'd be happy to.

With Ingrid Edit

C Support Edit

  • Dorothea: Ingrid? Do you have a moment? We're going to perform an opera in the cathedral.
  • Ingrid: Uh...we are?
  • Dorothea: Yes! It's a small one, but I need some volunteers. Let me tell you, Alois is very excited. He's already doing a ton of work for the show.
  • Ingrid: I see... What's it about?
  • Dorothea: Classic opera fare. A tragic love story. A princess who falls in love with a handsome commoner. But our princess, she carries the fate of her country on her shoulders... And no matter how in love she is, she can't just marry whoever she wants... Or can she?
  • Ingrid: That's quite a story—sounds tragic and beautiful. Who will be playing the princess?
  • Dorothea: Me. I was a singer in an opera company, though I hope I'm not being too presumptuous casting myself. Even if you're not interested in being part of hte production, you will come to see it, won't you? I'm asking everyone to dress up properly. I want it to be a stylish and elegant night.
  • Ingrid: That does sound quite lovely... And I do want to go, but I...um...
  • Dorothea: Please don't worry if you can't make it. I understand we're doing this on such short notice.
  • Ingrid: No, no! It's not that. I just...uh... I struggle with the elegant part of things. I don't really do myself up in elegant clothing and makeup and such.
  • Dorothea: If fashion's your concern, lady, you're in luck.
  • Ingrid: I am?
  • Dorothea: If you don't dress for the ocasion, no one will take you seriously. But don't worry about a thing. I'll happily work my magic on you. When it's time, I'll meet you in your room. We'll make you the most beautiful woman in the theater.
  • Ingrid: Oh, goodness. OK...

B Support Edit

  • Dorothea: ...
  • Ingrid: Why are you sighing at me like that? Is my face really so hopeless?
  • Dorothea: Ingrid, I...am trying to think of something polite to say right now. It's as if you have no experience dressing elegantly. At all.
  • Ingrid: I mean...I don't. Dorothea, I appreciate you taking the time, but yes, you do have your work cut out for you.
  • Dorothea: I'm sorry. I...I shouldn't be so hard on you. I was just surprised, is all. A gal like you? You're a beautiful young noblewoman... Who somehow has no experience with either makeup or fashion. This is basic stuff, Ingrid. The basics of the basics, really. But it's like you've never even tried.
  • Ingrid: I was just never interested before. Even as a child, it never appealed to me. Fussy, pretty things always felt unnecessary. And gussying myself up to attract someone has never played an important part in my pursuits as a knight. But you've piqued my interest in all this.
  • Dorothea: How?
  • Ingrid: It's not like I'd be dressing myself up just to attract someone. I'd be dressing up for the occasion, specifically. Even if I don't dress up any other time, a special occasion such as this is a good reason to try it out.
  • Dorothea: Well, yeah. That's why we dress up when we go out. You might meet someone, and you want to look your best, don't you? Get their attention? Lure them in?
  • Ingrid: That's the exact opposite of what I just said. You said previously that dressing up for the occasion is reason enough.
  • Dorothea: Oh, I just said that so you wouldn't run off screaming.
  • Ingrid: I see.
  • Dorothea: My real point is that you're quite lovely even before getting all fixed up. Absolutely bewitching, in fact. So when I'm finished with you, well... Someone looking at you could be forgiven for...wanting to pounce.
  • Ingrid: Could they be? I don't know that I'd forgive them.
  • Dorothea: Oh, I know. That's just before I lunge, I'm gonna ask permission.
  • Ingrid: Permission is not granted–ever! Just back off.

With Lorenz Edit

 C Support Edit

  • Lorenz: Ah, Dorothea. Your beauty puts even the most pristine flower to shame.
  • Dorothea: Ah, Lorenz. As silver-tongued as ever.
  • Lorenz: Oh, not at all. I must bid you good day.
  • Dorothea: I see the rumors are true. What a shame.
  • Lorenz: Rumors? About me? Whatever do you mean?
  • Dorothea: Why, that you are always ready to flirt... Unless she's a commoner. Then you'll bid her good day as quickly as possible. Like you did with me just now. Are we so unpleasant to speak to, us commoners?
  • Lorenz: That is a rather, ah, pointed question. But I do happen to have an answer for you. As the heir to House Gloucester, I am in search of a bride of suitable status. The Alliance isn't fully unified. I require someone who will help bring it together.
  • Dorothea: I'd think you could find plenty of suitable women even among the masses.
  • Lorenz: Do not be so certain. A lady who marries me must be prepared to enter noble society, whether she wishes to or not. It is a complex web of etiquette and expectation. Not a world one could easily step into without the proper upbringing. What's more, House Gloucester would hardly see much benefit were I to join myself to the household of a commoner.
  • Dorothea: Oh, I can imagine. Well, I suppose that means any friendship between you and I is doomed as well.
  • Lorenz: Isn't that a rather excessive conclusion?
  • Dorothea: You want someone to birth your house's next generation. I want someone to share my life with. I'm not even an option in your eyes, and you are hardly viable in mine. However, we are all friends in here, are't we, so I suppose politeness, at the very least, is in order.

B Support Edit

  • Lorenz: Looking as lovely as ever today, Dorothea.
  • Dorothea: Oh, save it for your noble girls, Lorenz. I'm not in the mood.
  • Lorenz: I was only being polite.
  • Dorothea: And it really was quite wonderful to be so near your elegance. Now, if you'll please excuse me.
  • Lorenz: (irritated) Now hold just a moment! I have tolerated quite enough of this impertinence. Not a word has escaped my lips to imply that you are anything less than a highly attractive woman. But I am the heir to a noble house. I have a duty. Thus I am unable to engage in courtship with you. What is it about my circumstances that you seem to find so very amusing?
  • Dorothea: Um... all of it? You're no different from the men who flirted with me when I was in the opera. As long as you're getting what you're after, you don't much care what a woman wants, needs or feels.
  • Lorenz: That is truly what you think of me? I am afraid you have completely misunderstood.
  • Dorothea: Oh, have I? Do explain.
  • Lorenz: If noble status was my only priority, then I could be married a hundred times over by now. But birthright is not sufficient for me. I am not looking merely for an accessory. Marriage is a relationship of mutual respect, support, and trust. If my wife and I are of the same mind, and of the same worth, then together we can achieve anything. That is why I make overtures to so many ladies. I am in search of an ideal.
  • Dorothea: You're searching for someone who matches your vision of a perfect spouse? (chuckles) How odd. So am I. And everyone else.
  • Lorenz: My standards are somewhat more exacting, but yes, I suppose on that point we are similar. Please understand that I am acting with the best of intentions in search of a partner.
  • Dorothea: You're more serious than I thought. And so earnest... It's almost adorable. If you met a peasant girl and fell madly in love, would you be able to give her up? Break her heart?
  • Lorenz: I would have no choice. The worlds of the nobility and the common folk are simply too far apart. I cannot choose to abandon my duty merely for the sake of a fleeting emotion.
  • Dorothea: Lorenz, you are dangerously close to dedicating your life to the lie that nobility is something special... I hope you realize that before it's too late.

A Support Edit

  • Dorothea: Too much fighting. I need a moment's peace...
  • Lorenz: Why, if it isn't Dorothea.
  • Dorothea: What are you doing here?
  • Lorenz: Patrolling the grounds. There have been entirely too many raids as of late. And yourself?
  • Dorothea: Nothing. Not really. I just need a bit of quiet.
  • Lorenz: It is regrettable to see you so troubled by this war. This is not a burden any commoner should have to bear.
  • Dorothea: Don't trouble yourself on my my account. So, did you ever find that wife you were looking for?
  • Lorenz: This is hardly the time or place for me to be searching for a bride. Why do you ask?
  • Dorothea: The truth is... I know this is sudden, but there's a war on, and who knows what tomorrow brings, right?
  • Lorenz: Go on.
  • Dorothea: I've always been quite fond of you. But I've also, well... I've given up on you.
  • Lorenz: That is... sudden. But why would you give up on me?
  • Dorothea: You're from a noble family, and I'm a commoner. It would have been scandalous. I did what I could to be worthy of you, but you never noticed... So I've resigned myself to a lonesome life, my feelings unrequited.
  • Lorenz: You found it so easy to give up on me? Truly? This war has changed my mind on a great many things, you know! I've given it all a lot of thought!
  • Dorothea: I like seeing you flustered, you know that? It makes joking with you so much more fun.
  • Lorenz: Joking?
  • Dorothea: Yes, joking. It used to be my job to pluck at people's heartstrings, remember? And I'm much better at it than you are. Admit it, Sir Lorenz.
  • Lorenz: Haha...hahaha. I concede defeat. But... But your words have cut straight through to my heart. And now I must tell you how I feel. I've always been charmed by you. I do not think I realized just how thoroughly until this moment.
  • Dorothea: You and I both know that doesn't matter. Not really. We can never get married.
  • Lorenz: Perhaps not now. I've not determined where I stand when it comes to marriage. But when this war is over, I will make a decision.
  • Dorothea: You will, huh? Gosh, I sure do hope I'm not already married by then.
  • Lorenz: Oh, that's hardly a concern. No one you find could possibly compare to me!

With Hanneman Edit

C Support Edit

B Support Edit

A Support Edit

With Manuela Edit

C Support Edit

  • Dorothea: Professor Manuela! It's been far too long since we've had a proper chat. Let's fix that right now.
  • Manuela: Too true, Dorothea. We hardly have a moment to spare here. But it's nice to see you flourishing. It certainly brings back memories. You know, somehow you've gotten even prettier. The years have been kind to you.
  • Dorothea: That's something like a rose telling a daisy it's pretty, but I appreciate the compliment all the same.
  • Manuela: Ha! Oh, honey. If that's the case, I hope you'll work hard to never become a rose like me. Too many thorns.
  • Dorothea: Oh, stop it. You've accomplished a great deal. You should be proud.
  • Manuela: That's a very nice sentiment and I appreciate it. Thank you.
    • (White Clouds) So, I've been dying to know, how did you come to be enrolled here?
    • (Post Time Skip) So, I've been very curious, how did you end up enrolled at the academy, anyway?
  • Manuela: I know you didn't have any family connections. How'd you do it?
  • Dorothea: Well, it did require pulling some noble strings. But learning everything to pass the entrance exams? That was all me and very hard. Especially while I was still singing for the opera. But I wanted the academy more than anything else.
  • Manuela: Well, bravo and well-done. You've always had to find your own way in life, haven't you? I so wish you could rely on people more often... Still though, you haven't said why you worked so hard to get into Garreg Mach to begin with.
  • Dorothea: Isn't it obvious? Because you were here. When you retired, it broke my heart. But is also woke me up. Seeing someone like you, who shined so brightly on the stage, give it all up and start a brand new life... It got me thinking about my own future, and what I wanted it to look like. As ever, I followed your lead.
  • Manuela: Oh... Oh my. I... I don't know what to say.
  • Dorothea:
    • (White Clouds) I had also heard that the heirs to the Alliance, Empire, and the Kingdom were all enrolling this year...
    • (Post Time Skip) I had also heard that the heirs to the Alliance, Empire, and the Kingdom were all enrolling as well...
  • Dorothea: With such an exceptional crop of potential spouses, how could I go anywhere else?
  • Manuela: And have you gotten what you were after? Your dreams, a future... and a good partner?
  • Dorothea: I'm sure I'll find my somebody someday. But I haven't found them yet. Ahh, it's so nice to spend time with you again, Manuela. It's been too long.

B Support Edit

  • Manuela: Ughhh... My head is pounding. You'd think I'd get used to this... Ughh...
  • Dorothea: Manuela? Oh my goodness! You look terrible. Don't get up. I'll get you some water. I should fluff up those pillows for you. It will make you more comfortable.
  • Manuela: I'm completely hopeless.
  • Dorothea: ...
  • Manuela: I was so proud of being the reason you came to Garreg Mach. Dorothea wanted to follow in my footsteps! How great is that? I thought I'd use that as an inspiration to straighten myself out. Be less of a, you know, less of a disgrace. But here I am, right in front of you, dealing with the worst hangover I've had in weeks.
  • Dorothea: You thought you'd hide this from me?
  • Manuela: Wait, you mean you knew?
  • Dorothea: Even when you were still with the opera company, you had quite the reputation. There was a joke that you could outdrink a fish, and the sailor who caught it.
  • Manuela: Dorothea. My brain's pounding as it is. Please stop. It's all true, but I can't handle hearing it from you, the girl who I thought I had inspired to greatness. I can't believe I tried so hard to be a good example for you when you knew all along... I should leap into the ocean and drown.
  • Dorothea: Don't say that! You've not lost a bit of respect from me. Not one bit. Everyone has their faults, and some have more than others, but... You were the finest songstress the opera had ever seen. And you've taught me well. What I really mean to say is... You're my inspiration. I really do admire you.
  • Manuela: Thank you, Dorothea. That means a lot.

A Support Edit

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