Lysithea/Supports

With Byleth (Male)

C Support

• Lysithea: Honestly, what do they all take me for? I'm fine. Perfectly and completely fine. It's hardly different from daytime. I'm not scared.

(Byleth arrives)

• Lysithea: Ahhhhh! Guh-guh-GHOST! Uh... Hang on... Professor? Is that you? Oh, well... Good evening! Hahaha!
• Byleth:
  • Choice 1: Where are you headed?
  • Choice 2: What are you doing?
• Lysithea: Oh, I left something in the dining hall, so I'm on my way to fetch it. But you don't need to come with me or anything like that. I'm fine on my own–really!
• Byleth: I wasn't planning on it...
• Lysithea: You weren't? Oh. Apologies for making an assumption. The truth is, everyone I come across asks if I'd like some company. They all seem to think I'll be scared wandering alone at night. So rude and presumptuous, you know? I'm perfectly capable of being on my own!
• Byleth: Of course. Good evening, then.
• Lysithea: Hey! Professor, wait! I...um, well... I thought it might be nice to walk and talk together to the dining hall. Shall we? To be abundantly clear, this has nothing to do with my nonexistent fear of ghosts.
• Byleth:
  • Choice 1: I'd be happy to.
  • Choice 2: Actually, I'm a bit busy...
• Lysithea:
  • Choice 1 response: Oh, you must be bored! Fantastic, then!
  • Choice 2 response: Oh, are you on patrol? You should probably patrol on over to the dining hall, then! (Byleth nods) Wonderful! After all, there's lots of very important...food stored there.

(Lysithea and Byleth arrive at dining hall)

• Lysithea: Do you mind, um, filling the void with some chatter? Some find silence to be a bit unsettling, after all.
• Byleth: What would you have me say?
• Lysithea: OK, I confess. I AM scared of ghosts! The monastery is unnerving to me at night. So can we talk about something, please? Anything! I've noticed for quite some time now–you treat all your students equally, don't you? You've never treated me differently simply because I'm younger than the others. And I've always appreciated that.
• Byleth: You're younger?
• Lysithea: Isn't it rather obvious? I'm roughly two to three years younger than the rest of the class. Have you not been paying close enough attention to those you teach? That's poor form for a professor... Oh! There, I've found what I was looking for! Well, I'd better be on my way now. Good night!

B Support

• Lysithea: Professor, thank you for helping me with my training.
• Byleth: Anytime.
• Lysithea: I'd love to do this again, if possible. Your advice is always so useful. Everyone thinks you're a wonderful teacher. You account for people's weaknesses while capitalizing on their strengths. Initially I wasn't sure you paid too much attention to your students. Clearly, I was wrong. After all, were that the case, you wouldn't be capable of providing such useful feedback. I'll continue to learn and grow from your instruction, Professor. I just know it!
• Byleth:You're quite determined.
• Lysithea: You think I'm determined?
• Byleth: Yes. You're always pushing yourself.
• Lysithea: Professor, I... Thank you! You're the only one who's ever praised me like that. I mean, people are always telling me I've got a knack for magic. If you can call the power of Crests a "knack", they aren't wrong, per se. Though bearing two Crests isn't a gift I ever asked for... Anyhow, I've made a point to work harder than most and not rely too heavily on the power they bestow. So I find it frustrating that the only praise I seem to receive is directly related to that power. If you've noticed how hard I work, then, well... It just... It makes me very happy.
• Byleth:Why do you work yourself so hard?
• Lysithea: Well, you see... I... It is because I am the only child of House Ordelia. I must do all I can for my family name. I'm determined to someday be of real value to them, and that day must come soon. I can't waste any time. I don't have much of it left... Anyway, I should be going. Thank you again for your help!

With Byleth (Female)

C Support

• Lysithea: Honestly, what so they all take me for? I'm fine. Perfectly and completely fine. It's hardly different from daytime. I'm not scared.

(Byleth enters)

• Lysithea: Ahhhhh! Guh-guh-GHOST! Uh... Hang on... Professor? Is that you? Oh, well... Good evening! Hahaha!
• Byleth:
  • Choice 1: Where are you headed?
  • Choice 2: What are you doing?
• Lysithea: Oh, I left someting in the dining hall, so I'm on my way to fetch it. But you don't need to come with me or anything like that. I'm fine on my own---really!
• Byleth: I wasn't planning on it...
• Lysithea: You weren't? Oh. Apologies for making an assumption. The truth is, everyone I come across asks if I'd like some company. They all seem to think I'll be scared wandering alone at night. So rude and presumptuous, you know? I'm perfectly capable of being on my own!
• Byleth: Of course. Good evening, then.
• Lysithea: Hey! Professor, wait! I... um, well... I thought it would be nice to walk and talk together, to the dining hall. Shall we? To be abundantly clear, this has nothing to do with my nonexistent fear of ghosts.
• Byleth:
  • Choice 1: I'd be happy to.
  • Choice 2: Actually, I'm a bit busy...
• Lysithea:
  • Choice 1 Response: Oh, you must be bored! Fantastic, then!
  • Choice 2 Response: Oh, are you on patrol? You should probably patrol on over to the dining hall, then! Wonderful! After all, there's very important... food stored there.

(Fade to black)

• Lysithea: Do you mind, um, filling the void with some chatter? Some find silence to be a bit unsettling, after all.
• Byleth: What would you have me say?
• Lysithea: OK, I confess. I AM scared of ghosts! The monastery is unnerving to me at night. So can we talk about something, please? Anything! I've noticed for quite some time now---you treat all your students equally, don't you? You've never treated me differently simply because I'm younger than the others. And I've always appreciated that.
• Byleth: You're younger?
• Lysithea: Isn't it rather obvious? I'm roughly two to three years younger than the rest of the class. Hav you not been paying enough attention to those you teach? That's poor form for a professor... Oh! There, I've found what I was looking for! Well, I'd better be on my way now. Good night!

B Support

• Lysithea: Professor, thank you for helping me with my training.
• Byleth: Anytime.
• Lysithea: I'd like to do this again, if possible. Your advice is always so useful. Everyone thinks you're a wonderful teacher. You account for people's weaknesses while capitalizing on their strengths. Initially I wasn't sure you paid too much attention to your students. Clearly, I was wrong. After all, were that the case, you wouldn't be capable of providing such useful feedback. I'll continue to learn and grow from your instruction, Professor. I just know it!
• Byleth: You're quite determined.
• Lysithea: You think I'm determined?
• Byleth: Yes. You're always pushing yourself.
• Lysithea: Professor, I... Thank you! You're the only one who's ever praised me like that. I mean, people are always telling me I've got a knack for magic. If you can call the power of my Crests a "knack," they aren't wrong, per se. Though, having two crests isn't a gift I ever asked for... Anyhow, I've made a point to work harder than most and not rely too heavily on the power they bestow. So I find it frustrating that the only praise I receive is directly related to that power. If you've noticed how hard I work, then, well... It just... It makes me happy.
• Byleth: Why do you work yourself so hard?
• Lysithea: Well, you see... I... It is because I am the only child of house Ordelia. I must do all I can for the family name. I'm determined to someday be of real value to them, and that day must come soon. I can't waste any time. I don't have much of it left... Anyway, I should be going. Thanks again for your help!

With Edelgard

C Support

• Lysithea: ...
• Edelgard: Lysithea? Are you all right? You don't look well...
• Lysithea: Huh? Oh! No, no-I'm fine! Really. Just not accustomed to so much manual labor.
• Edelgard: You were cleaning the library...all by yourself?
• Lysithea: Yes. The other student who was assigned to tidy up with me wasn't feeling well, so it's just me. I figured I could at least dust the bookshelves or something, but I...uh...I got a little carried away.
• Edelgard: So many books... You probably tired yourself out just moving them from the shelves.
• Lysithea: As much as I love books, I can't say I love carrying stacks of them to and fro. They're so heavy.
• Edelgard: Well... Maybe you should think things through a little more next time. Surely you can tell how much physical strength a job is going to require before you begin.
• Lysithea: I can do without the condescension, thanks. After all, I'm the only one who has to deal with the fact that I've worn myself out.
• Edelgard: I only said that you should take care of yourself. Especially considering-
• Lysithea: Considering what?
• Edelgard: Nothing. Never mind. How about you return to your quarters? I'll finish cleaning up in here.
• Lysithea: But I want to finish what I've started!
• Edelgard: I don't mind, really. Please, don't make me repeat myself.
• Lysithea: Ugh. Fine. As long as you'll finish all this up.
• Edelgard: I will. Get some rest, OK?
• Lysithea: Yes, yes. Thank you.
• Edelgard: If what I heard about Lysithea is true... Hmm... I just don't know how much of it I should believe.

B Support

• Edelgard: How are you today, Lysithea?
• Lysithea: Fine, thank you. And yourself?
• Edelgard: Quite well, thank you.
• Lysithea: I overheard something recently. Something pertaining to you and your vision for the future... Is it really true that you intend to create a world in which Crests no longer exist?
• Edelgard: It's true. My aim is to dismantle the current system of aristocracy. The only reason nobles enjoy the status they do is because their bloodlines carry Crests. If Crests lose their value, so will titles of nobility.
• Lysithea: I really agree with your thinking. My parents have suffered throughout their lives due to their nobility. Due to my own Crests, I've never been able to live a normal life. I'm sick of nobility and Crests-of all of it. It sounds as if it's truly your mission to change things. I'll pledge my life to your cause, however short it may be.
• Edelgard: Lysithea...
• Lysithea: Has your hair always been that color, by the way?
• Edelgard: Huh?
• Lysithea: I ask because mine wasn't always this color. I lost all pigment after receiving my two Crests. Edelgard, I want a world where people like you and I are no longer victimized. I want you to bring that world into being. If it's within me to help that come to pass, then I'll do whatever it takes.
• Edelgard: Understood. I promise to do all I can to see this goal to fruition. And I want you to promise something in return... that you will never stop fighting for your life.
• Lysithea: Whatever terrible fate awaits us, we can fight it and prevail!
• Edelgard: I need you to trust me on that. Do you promise?
• Lysithea: I...I promise. I will try my best to believe that.
• Edelgard: Good girl. Now then...would you care for a sweet cake?
• Lysithea: Ugh, please do not call me that! But uh...yes. Yes, I would.

A Support

• Lysithea: Edelgard, do you have a minute?
• Edelgard: You want to speak with me? How unusual... Please, come in. I'll prepare some tea for us. Have a seat. Would you care for some cake?
• Lysithea: Yes, please! I never say no to sweets.
• Edelgard: They're from Enbarr. A bit too sweet for my own liking.
• Lysithea: Isn't that the whole point of cake? Well, more for me. Mmm, these are fantastic with this tea.
• Edelgard: Heh, true. Well, there's no shortage of them. Help yourself to as many as you like. Now then. You wished to speak with me?
• Lysithea: Mmm, mm. So, I, ah, can tell you know a fair bit about me. Mmm...
• Edelgard: Maybe this can wait until you've finished eating?
• Lysithea: Gulp. Edelgard. You know a fair bit about me. Don't you?
• Edelgard: What in particular?
• Lysithea: For example, the fact that I have two Crests.
• Edelgard: Oh? That's...hard to believe.
• Lysithea: No need to play coy with me. It won't work. It's clear my body has succumbed to the intense pressure of bearing two Crests. Due to the immense requirements of bearing these Crests, my life expectancy is...painfully short. You know all of this, right?
• Edelgard: Actually, this is the first I'm hearing of it. How would I know unless you told me?
• Lysithea: Still won't drop the act, huh? Despite how obvious you've been with your concern about my health?
• Edelgard: You're certainly consistent.
• Lysithea: I'm not really in the mood for these games. Given your rank, you certainly have access to all kinds of information that others do not. Clearly, you'd have heard all about me.
• Edelgard: Either way... I know now since you just told me. About your two Crests, your physical weakness, and your short life expectancy. However, according to the principles of Crest research, it's impossible to bear two Crests. Unless...you've undergone a blood reconstruction surgery. Is that the case, Lysithea?
• Lysithea: Correct. It wasn't as though I had a say in any of this.
• Edelgard: I see. So you've lived through that relentless terror and agony...and survived.
• Lysithea: You speak of all of this as though you understand it on a personal level... Edelgard, have you...
• Edelgard: You're a good friend, Lysithea. And a valuable member of this army. So I won't have you overexerting yourself. I don't want to lose you. Understand?
• Lysithea: I understand.
• Edelgard: Heh. Good girl. Oh, and if you like those cakes, why not take some with you for later?
• Lysithea: There's no need to pander to me! But...yes. I'll take those. Thanks.

With Claude

C Support

• Lysithea: Ah, so I see... If one were to combine this incantation method with the power of a Crest, then in theory, it should─
• Claude: Hey there. Still studying, are we? Isn't it past your bedtime?
• Lysithea: Claude, I really don't appreciate you interrupting me right now.
• Claude: Ah, but if you don't get your sleep, you'll never going to grow big and strong!
• Lysithea: Uh-huh. The last thing I need is you fretting over me as though I'm some child. I'm only a few years younger than you, you know. Hardly worth nothing. Furthermore, my grades in magic─and basically every other subject─are far higher than yours.
• Claude: Whoa, there! I'm not trying to treat you like a child, I promise. This is me treating you like... like a princess! Now, come along, princess. Brush your teeth and get yourself ready for bed. I could read you a story, if that helps?
• Lysithea: Ugh, the audacity! Whatever it is you think you're treating me like, it's unendingly annoying.
• Claude: If a child and a princess are out, what's left? Should I treat you as a noble hero? Draw your sword, Lysithea! If you wish to continue studying, you must first defeat me in battle!
• Lysithea: ...
• Claude: Come now! Face me like the hero of legend that you are!
• Lysithea: I find myself speechless in the wake of your staggering ignorance. Now, please, leave me be.
• Claude: Ok, ok. I can take a hint. But in all seriousness, you shouldn't neglect your sleep. You'll fall ill if you push yourself too hard. Oh, and just so you know... I heard a rumor that this library is haunted.
• Lysithea: (shocked) ...
• Claude: It's probably not true. Right? Right. Anyhow, I'm off to bed. Good night!
• Lysithea: You know... I am suddenly rather sleepy! Excuse me while I see myself out!

(Lysithea leaves in a hurry.)

• Claude: Heh, no matter how she tries to hide it, she's still a young girl at heart.

B Support

• Claude: As you can see, if we were to face an enemy on this terrain, I would go here... and you would go here.
• Lysithea: Hang on... If we're trying to repel the enemy, I should be positioned there, correct?
• Claude: Huh? I'm not sure that's the best idea. Take a closer look at this map. See, there's a graveyard over here. Might run into some of those ghosts you hate so much.
• Lysithea: Claude! Will you knock it off already? So help me, if you continue treating me like a child, I'll─
• Claude: Easy there! I'm sorry, OK? Just don't start blasting off any spells in here.
• Lysithea: Hmph! I've more pride than to turn an unarmed soldier to cinders. It wouldn't kill you to speak to me as an equal when we're discussing matters as serious as this!
• Claude: Actually, I see you as more than an equal. There's no questionning the power you wield. And I was being serious about the formation just now. The bit about the ghosts was just me having fun with you. Or...trying to? You're so smart, I figured you'd catch on to that right away. But back to the formation... Can you see why I arranged it like I did?
• Lysithea: Hmm...
• Claude: The area I want you to guard requires the ability to adapt to an ever-changing situation. Who else could I trust with such a difficult task? You're my best bet for something like that.
• Lysithea: Perhaps that's true...
• Claude: Think back to the times we've fought together. When have I ever treated like a child on the battlefield? I depend on you, Lysithea. I value your power almost as much as I do Teach's.
• Lysithea: Truly?
• Claude: I swear to you on all of Fódlan. I like to have my fun, but I wouldn't joke about something like that. I consider you a valued ally. I'll stop now, before I inevitably drift back into teasing you again. Just know that I meant every word, OK?
• Lysithea: Fair enough, then. From here forward, see to it that you treat me with the respect of an equal. And.. I admit that you are not short on talent yourself, but don't go getting a big head over it.

A Support

• Lysithea: Strategically speaking, if I poised an archer to lie in wait here, and then lured the enemy in over here...
• Claude: Lysithea, are you up late studying again?
• Lysithea: I am, but I don't see how it's any of your business.
• Claude: Look, you don't need to work yourself so hard. You're already as skilled as they come. There aren't many people out there ho can match you. Everyone knows that.
• Lysithea: I apologize for my sharpness. I just feel pressured.
• Claude: Why would you of all people feel pressured?
• Lysithea: I place a lot of personal pressure on myself─I need to become as strong as possible, to put my parents at ease.
• Claude: When I met with Count Ordelia before, he said you were his pride and joy. But he also said his only concern was that you might be pushing yourself too hard. If you really want to make your parents happy, surely you should start by taking care of yourself.
• Lysithea: That's true.
• Claude: Then it's settled. Get some rest. Save your energy for tomorrow's battle.
• Lysithea: You really are very mature, Claude. Despite the impression you give off. And I clearly have plenty of growing to do. I probably don't have much room to come down on you for harping on me.
• Claude: Oh, really? Does that mean you won't get mad if I treat you like a child from now on?
• Lysithea: That is absolutely not what I said! Just after you'd finally earned a small degree of respect from me too.
• Claude: Hey, just think about it for a second. You're the only one in the world I treat like this. That means you're a pretty special person to me.
• Lysithea: You think I'm special?
• Claude: Take it however you like. Or maybe the thought is too much for a kiddo like you..
• Lysithea: How dare you!
• Claude: Gah! Don't do anything you might regret! I don't want to be turned to dust!
• Lysithea: I'm feeling generous, so I'll let you off easy this one time.
• Claude: Well, that's good of you. All joking aside, go get yourself some shut-eye, ok? After all, if you don't hurry up, the boogeyman might came out and EAT YOU!
• Lysithea: All right, buddy, you asked for it!

With Hilda

C Support 

• (Hilda is talking to a knight)
• Hilda: Aw, are you sure? Thank you! You're always so kind to me. I'll have to repay you sometime.
• Lysithea: Ahem...
• (scene transition)
• Lysithea: Hm?
• Hilda: Um, Lysithea? What are you doing there? Don't tell me you were listening just now, and judging me getting other people to do my work for me?!
• Lysithea: I've got better things to do. Although I do wonder why everyone is so eager to help you.
• Hilda: I only ask for help if they offer! I don't ever pressure people.
• Lysithea: So I've noticed. That's what strikes me as odd.
• Hilda: I suppose they're just so taken with me, they want to help me out.
• Lysithea: I see... That would explain it.
• Hilda: Oh dear. I was expecting you to argue, not agree with me right away.
• Lysithea: There's no reason to deny what's clearly true. Everything about your outward appearance is immaculate and well thought out. Even your fingernails are always well-kept and painted -- no doubt your toenails are the same.
• Hilda: I can't tell if you're complimenting me or accusing me of something.
• Lysithea: And you smell delightful. Like... candy. Or wait -- Am I catching a hint of floral?
• Hilda: I'm so glad you noticed! It's oil from a flower that only blooms at night.
• Lysithea: Floral oils, huh? I didn't think they had much use outside of homeopathy and house cleaning...
• Hilda: I have some right here, actually. Here, I can give you a splash!
• (scene transition)
• Hilda: There we go! I put it on your wrists, so you'll want to rub them together. Body heat is what activates the scene. Your wrists and your neck are relatively warm, so they're good spots to apply the fragrance. For a very subtle fragrance, you an also try putting it under your clothing.
• Lysithea: ...
• Hilda: So, what do you think?
• Lysithea: Mmm. It's lovely. Now I smell just like you, Hilda.
• Hilda: ...
• Lysithea: Somehow this makes me feel a little more... mature. Thank you. (Lysithea leaves)
• Hilda: So that's it! She just wants to feel more grown-up. She's hard to read, that one... That smile, though! Who knew she could be so cute?

B Support 

• Hilda: Ah, found you! Hello, Lysithea.
• Lysithea: Uhh, Hilda? What's that box you're holding? It's... making me nervous for some reason.
• Hilda: Your big sister Hilda's here, and she's going to make you look all grown-up!
• Lysithea: I, uh, don't recall ever asking you to--
• Hilda: That's right, I knew exactly what you needed! You didn't have to ask. Now, take a seat!
• Hilda: With makeup, you can't just pick your favorite colors. You must choose colors that suit you and the occasion. If you'll be up close and personal -- if you're going to a ball, for example -- you'll want to keep it subtle. On the other hand, if you're going to be onstage, the colors should be overt.
• Lysithea: Uh... I've never used makeup before. It sounds... complicated.
• Hilda: Let's put up your hair to show off your neck. But we'll leave a few strands hanging to make you look more vulnerable.
• Lysithea: Why would I want to appear vulnerable? I don't want to be attacked!
• Hilda: This is for wooing, not warring. When you're older, you might understand the importance of looking a little vulnerable.
• Lysithea: Ugh. You're treating me like a child... But I guess it's mostly harmless.
• Hilda: Now, when you're standing, put your non-dominant foot a step back. It looks more elegant. When sitting, don't lean back, but don't slouch, either. And ensure at all times that you're gracefully extending your fingers.
• Lysithea: Gracefully... extending... Argh. Suddenly standing and sitting are an exhausting activity!
• Lysithea: Hilda, that's enough. This is wearing me out.
• Hilda: I knew you had potential! You'll go far, my darling. A couple of years to develop your charms, and no girl will outmatch you!
• Lysithea: I'm not sure I'm cut out for this type of thing.
• Hilda: Oh, believe me, you are. With a little help from me, you'll have men falling at your feet!
• Lysithea: No, thanks. You're more suited to such things. I'll leave it to you. I haven't the time or the energy to fuss over how I'm perceived. Even with my best efforts, I'll never be as good at this as you are. Still, this was rather fun. Thank you, Hilda. (Lysithea leaves)
• Hilda: She really is brimming with untapped potential. When she smiles like that, wow! Even my heart skips a beat.

With Linhardt

C Support

• Linhardt: Aha, Lysithea. It's wrong to tease, yet I can hardly help myself... I know a secret. Your secret in fact.
• Lysithea: I think you mean a baseless rumor. Why are you wasting your time? And mine, for that matter.
• Linhardt: Well... It's a secret that could completely overturn what is considered common knowledge in Crest research...
• Lysithea: Shut your mouth! Just...ugh. Let's go talk somewhere other than here.

(Cutscene)

• Lysithea: OK. Where did you hear about it?
• Linhardt: There was a sort of accident in Professor Hanneman's room...
• Lysithea: I should've figured. You haven't told anyone, have you?
• Linhardt: Of course not. If someone else were to learn you have two Crests, I might lost you as a test subject.
• Lysithea: Ah! Please stop talking so loudly! So what if I have two Crests? If you insist on speaking of it, please do so quietly.
• Linhardt: My intuition was correct! You do have two Crests.
• Lysithea: What– What?! Did you just trick me?
• Linhardt: "Trick" is such a strong word. I think of it as testing a hypothesis. The truth is I simply made an educated guess.
• Lysithea: Ugh. Well, now that I've confirmed it for you, there's not much I can do.
• Linhardt: I disagree. For example, you could tell me if you were born with them. Or is the source magical? What does it feel like to use both Crests at the same time? Is it pleasant? Painful? Euphoric?
• Lysithea: Enough is enough! I am done talking about this! As though I'd speak of this to the likes of you.

(Lysithea leaves)

• Linhardt: I understand her desire for privacy, but to refuse my request for knowledge? It's... Well... It's rude.

B Support

• Linhardt: There you are, Lysithea. I've been looking for you. So I have a hypothesis about your Crests...
• Lysithea: I know you're the one who sent me that "anonymous" letter. "There are things we must discuss..." Ugh, it sounded like some bizarre love letter.

• Linhardt: What? No. Of course not. However, I wonder what you would have done if it was...
• Lysithea: Now I'm just confused...and grossed out.

• Linhardt: I'm sorry, but that is not the overall topic of discussion. Do pay attention.
• Lysithea: Pay attention to you? As though anything you say is worth listening to. It's not like you can tell me anything I don't already know.

• Linhardt: You don't have a very positive opinion of your Crests, do you? That's why you should listen to me.
• Lysithea: Um...

• Linhardt: I've dug through all my books, and there's no record of anyone being born with two Crests. You are, to be blunt, an impossible occurence. For you to have a second Crest, it must have been forcibly implanted after birth.

• Lysithea: Is that your theory, then?

• Linhardt: Yes. It is. To further the theory, if the power exists to implant a Crest, then it must be possible to remove one too. And that is the real issue at hand.

• Lysithea: I... I could have one removed?

• Linhardt: That's what Hanneman is working on understanding. I'm helping him with it.
• Lysithea: Professor Hanneman...

• Linhardt: Based on your reaction, it seems you want one of your Crests removed... I don't think I'd give up having two Crests if I were you.

• Lysithea turns away from Linhardt.
• Lysithea: Is that so? Even if you'd gone through horrifying experiments, endless trauma, and if you knew that all this pain meant you'd die very, very young... That's what you'd think? You're completely lacking in empathy, so of course you would make such a crass and foolish assumption.

• She walks away.

A Support

• Lysithea: Uh...you seem to have lined up your desserts very meticulously.

• Linhardt: What you see before you, Lysithea, is a life choice.
• Lysithea: Oh, really?

• Linhardt: The most skilled pastry chef in the army has been asked to do the impossible in the heart of wartime... Source high-quality ingredients, employ advanced baking methods, and create...these two pastries.

• Lysithea: Wow, you've put a lot of thought into this. May I?

• Linhardt: Of course. You can have but one though, and it should be noted that they taste completely different. I thought I'd split them between us, seeing as they were made so carefully and are so very, very special.

• Lysithea: Ah. Thanks. So, what exactly is the life choice you mentioned? Also, if you are not partaking, I'll just go ahead and eat them both.

• Linhardt: Oh, no. For you see, if you eat one, you simply cannot - must not - eat the other. Should you eat both, a pair of ingredients - one in each pastry - will combine to poison you.

• Lysithea: That seems unnecessarily intense. Just one won't kill me, then?

• Linhardt: Of course not. But making this choice means you will not be able to taste the second dessert...ever. No matter what I tell you, you'll never know which one tasted best. And if you were underwhelmed by your choice, you'll regret your decision forever.

• Lysithea: So...I should just pick one and be done with it.

• Linhardt: But you've already chosen, haven't you? Not between the pastries but your life paths. You would gamble on the chance of living a long life, even if it meant losing your two Crests. Correct? Hence my current choice.

• Lysithea: Wait - whose choice are we talking about now?

• Linhardt: A shortened lifespan doesn't necessarily mean a short life. Even with two Crests, you might live a long time. And with you around, the study of Crests will undoubtedly reach previously unimagined levels. On the other hand... Getting rid of them could help someone that I care about. Maybe. Or maybe it won't help at all. Unfortunately, one never knows until they eat the pastry. Even then, you can never taste them both.

• Lysithea: Hang on, Linhardt. Do you mean to tell me you care about me? Since when?

• Linhardt: When indeed. You are someone I care about though. So much so, I wish we could be family, you and I.
• Lysithea: Family?! That escalated rather quickly. Although...having more family does sound nice.

• Linhardt: Anyway, I need to be going. Oh, and feel free to eat the pastries. I made up the poison bit because I didn't know how else to say what I wished to say. And because...well, because I believe there are choices we can make where you can have both. I'll show you somehow...before the war is over.

• He walks away.
• Lysithea: Are you sure these aren't poisoned? Linhardt, wait! Wait!

With Felix

C Support

• Lysithea: Mmmmm...yum. Mmmm... Ahh, so delicious! I'm so content in this moment.
• Felix: ...
• Lysithea: Felix!
• Felix: Lysithea. You look mortified.
• Lysithea: How long have you been there? Were you watching me? You were, weren't you?
• Felix: I was, yes.
• Lysithea: Ugh, for once I thought I had some privacy.
• Felix: Did you say something?
• Lysithea: Huh? Nope. Didn't say anything at all. Here.
• Felix: What's this for?
• Lysithea: I'm buying your silence... with cake. Take it.
• Felix: I'm not sure what to be silent about.
• Lysithea: If people knew I was shoveling cake into my face by the fistful, they'd think me nothing more than a child!
• Felix: Adults eat cake.
• Lysithea: You'll never understand. Just take this, will you!?
• Felix: No. I don't like sweets.
• Lysithea: Does your refusal mean you'll be telling everyone about my cake-shoveling ways?
• Felix: I just don't like sweets, that's all.
• Lysithea: Nonsense! Nobody can resist something so delicious. Look, I'm giving you this cake whether you like it or not. Eat it, toss it, throw it at an unsuspecting victim—the choice is yours. Just please don't mention this to anyone.
• Felix: What was her problem? And what am I supposed to do with this cake?

B Support

• Lysithea: Mmmm! Ahh yes! These are the moments I live for!
• Felix: I don't understand you.
• Lysithea: You again?! Can't you see I'm busy?
• Felix: Trust me, I didn't mean to interrupt.
• Lysithea: So, how did you like the cake? I bet you ate it, didn't you? I knew it was irresistible. What was the experience like? I'm curious, from a research perspective.
• Felix: I don't know. I didn't eat it. I gave it to some kid.
• Lysithea: You...gave it to some...undeserving child?!
• Felix: We've been over this. I don't like sweets.
• Lysithea: Cake is not a "sweet." Cake is the divine essence of the heavens!
• Felix: Everyone has their own tastes.
• Lysithea: That's true, but life without cake is no life at all. Your divisiveness regarding cake is inexcusable.
• Felix: I'm not sure why you're so fixated on this.
• Lysithea: I simply can't resist the spongy magnificence of cakes. I don't understand how you can be so dispassionate about it.
• Felix: I don't know. I just don't like it.
• Lysithea: Just try a bite. Come on. Open up!
• Felix: No. I already told you, I don't want it.
• Lysithea: But I made this one. With care and attention—love even. Ah, And I went light on the sugar, just for you!
• Felix: Not light enough, I'd bet. If I eat this, will you stop bothering me?
• Lysithea: More or less. Just don't give it to some silly child this time.

(Lysithea walks off screen)

• Felix: Let's get this over with.

A Support

• Lysithea: Felix! I've awaited this fated day!
• Felix: You don't change. Still prattling on about it.
• Lysithea: Aw, come on. I just wanted to hear what you thought of the cake I gave you.
• Felix: Uh... It was edible.
• Lysithea: If by edible you mean incredible, then yes! I agree.
• Felix: It was satisfying and lightweight. I imagine it would be quite useful as a battlefield provision.
• Lysithea: Please refrain from lumping delectable cake into the same category as provisions.
• Felix: You're upset and I don't understand why. I'm complimenting the cake. You cured my dislike of sweets. For that I thank you.
• Lysithea: You have an interesting way of giving compliments, but I'm glad you liked it.
• Felix: Yes. Got any cakes on you?
• Lysithea: You say that as thought I just carry cake on me at all times! Did you want some?
• Felix: That's not what I meant. If you've baked a cake, however, I wouldn't object to eating a slice.
• Lysithea: If cake is what you want, you can just ask me directly. It just so happens I have a brand-new recipe I tried out, special for you. It's delicious and not overly sweet. Perfect for you.
• Felix: OK.
• Lysithea: Go on—take a bite!
• Felix: Mmm.
• Lysithea: You love it! I can tell. Here, try this one out too!
• Felix: Mmm.
• Lysithea: See! So amazing, huh? Just keep working on that sweet tooth of yours. Then we can share cake notes and eat cake together all the time. That is... It just sounds nice is all.
• Felix: Mmm? OK. That does sound nice.

With Sylvain

C Support

• Sylvain: Lysithea, I have to say you're really impressive. I respect you a lot, and I thought I should tell you.
• Lysithea: Uhh, OK.
• Sylvain: It's just, you know, you're four years younger than me, but you work really hard at everything. I mean, when I was your age, I wasted all my time just goofing off and doing whatever I wanted.
• Lysithea: Doesn't look like much has changed for you since then. And unlike you, I don't have time to waste, so leave me be.
• Sylvain: Are you going to do some extra magic training? I'd be happy to join you, if you don't mind. What do you want to start with?
• Lysithea: I am absolutely disinterested in spending any time with you. What is it you want, anyway? Clearly you haven't been listening to a word I've been saying. Perhaps it's because I'm younger, you see fit to ignore me when I speak. Is that it?
• Sylvain: What? No! Age has nothing to do with it. You're amazing! You're true to yourself. You know what you want and who you are. Not a lot of girls I know can say that.
• Lysithea: Ah, so it isn't my age that's to blame for you breezing over my wishes. It's my gender.
• Sylvain: I-- what? Where did you get that idea? I'm just trying to praise your smarts and hard work and everything. It's impressive how someone so young--
• Lysithea: Your lack of self-awareness is deeply troubling.
• Sylvain: What I'm aware of is you trying to pick a fight. Calm down, kiddo.
• Lysithea: Look. I'm really busy. Super, extremely, inordinately busy. I've got one last thing to say to you.
• Sylvain: And what would that be?
• Lysithea: I'm skilled with magic, and my abilities are finely honed. It's not like I need someone for target practice.

(Lysithea walks off screen)

• Sylvain: No, but I do.

B Support

• Lysithea: Sylvain, I've been looking for you. Do you have a moment?
• Sylvain: Hey Lysithea. I was about to grab some food. Would you like to come along?
• Lysithea: Actually, yes. That sounds fine.
• Sylvain: Great. Let's go.

(Screen fades briefly)

• Sylvain:Hmm... The dining hall isn't exactly relaxing, is it? If there's a next time, I'll take you somewhere with a much better atmosphere.
• Lysithea: I don't really care about the atmosphere. I just wanted to apologize.
• Sylvain: Nah, I get why you told me off. There's nothing you need to apologize for.
• Lysithea: Ugh, can you just shut your mouth and listen for once? Here's something you may have already picked up on... I very much dislike being treated like a child. I worked very hard to be where I am now, and such treatment makes it feel like all of that work is being ignored.
• Sylvain: But I think you're a genius! And you work harder than I ever did. When I was your age...
• L: Yes, you already told me all of this. Back then you were just as devoted to goofing off as you are now.
• Sylvain: Ah, so I already told you that... What a perfect memory you have.
• Lysithea: And there it is. You're always so quick to flatter every woman you come across. I knew that, and yet I never thought you would direct your antics at me.
• Sylvain: Heh... Look, I'm sorry, OK? I know how hard you work, and I really wasn't trying to upset you. I just wanted to chat.
• Lysithea: I do not mind that you wished to chat with me. In fact... you might even say I was about it. Just a bit.
• Sylvain: Seriously? It sure didn't seem that way...
• Lysithea: Well, it's true. Your behavior is maddening, but in retrospect, I realize that was you treating me as you do all women, rather than like a child. I wasn't thinking about it like that at the time, and so, I snapped at you. I could have perhaps approached the matter with a tad more maturity. Therefore, I would like to apologize.
• Sylvain: An apology? That is not how these conversations usually turn out. There's no need for that though. Really, you'll make me blush if you keep this up. Listen, Lysithea, I want you to know that I meant every word. Even if sincerity is... difficult for me. You're as lovely as you are clever, and you have this strange charm about you. That's what I really honestly think.
• Lysithea: There you go again with your false flattery...
• Sylvain: I swear to you, it isn't false at all! And it's not flattery if it's the truth.
• Lysithea: Say what you will ─ you're still going to have to earn my trust. Just this once, I'll cut you some slack. Don't get used to it. It's not like I can change who you are as a person.
• Sylvain: Sweet and tolerant! You never cease to amaze.
• Lysithea: I'll leave you with this ─ don't say things you don't mean. It makes it impossible to tell the lies from the truth. Don't come crying to me if you carry on as you have and end up with no friends.
• Sylvain: Heh heh... I have to say, Lysithea, your harshness is one of those things I find so charming about you!
• Lysithea: Ugh, you are exhausting. I guess the positivity is OK, though.

With Annette

C Support

• Annette: Hi hi, Lysithea! When are you going to teach me magic? Is now good?
• Lysithea: Why do I have to?
• Annette: Why? Because you're way better at it then me, silly!
• Lysithea: Is that so. I thought you were something of an honors student at the school of sorcery?
• Annette: Well, sure... But I wouldn't say I've got any kind of natural talent for it. I'm going to have to try to become as good of a mage as you are!
• Lysithea: What is that supposed to mean? Are you implying that I don't work hard too? If you think my skills are inherent, you are sorely mistaken.
• Annette: No! I wasn't saying that at all! Everyone knows how hard you work. I just meant that if I want to be as good as you, I'll have to work really, incredibly hard!
• Lysithea: Hm. And what is it you want to learn about?
• Annette: Oh! So you'll teach me?! Thank you so much! Um, actually...

(Blackout)

• Annette: Oh, I get it now! I never thought about it that way before!
• Lysithea: Look at how quickly you're picking this up. You're clearly very skilled already.
• Annette: Don't be silly. You're just that good of a teacher! Your way of looking at the world is so fundamentally different from mine.
• Lysithea: Do you insist on taking the conversation in that direction?
• Annette: Oh no, I'm sorry! I wasn't doing that! There I go saying the wrong thing again.
• Lysithea: It's fine. Let's just drop it. A bit more self-confidence would go a long way for you, Annette.
• Annette: Huh?
• Lysithea: That's all I've got for you today. I need to get going now. Lots to do.
• Annette: Oh, I'm so sorry to take up your time! Thanks again for teaching me!

With Lorenz

C Support

• Lorenz: Lysithea, do you have a moment? There is a matter of significance I'd like to discuss with you.
• Lysithea: I know you're always seeking the attention of ladies, but why are you wasting your breath on me.
• Lorenz: Don't be silly. I am here to discuss Fódlan's future.
• Lysithea: I'm not sure if I'm the one being silly. Actually- I'm busy. Stuff to do.
• Lorenz: Now, hold on just a moment! House Ordelia will never benefit from such a narrow-minded mentality!
• Lysithea: I was under the impression you were interested in me as a person. What do house matters have to do with anything?
• Lorenz: As it stands, the bonds between Alliance lords are quite weak. If this state of affairs persists, I am afraid those bonds may dissolve entirely.
• Lysithea: I couldn't care less.
• Lorenz: House Ordelia may be small, but a small house is fettered by fewer obligations than a larger one. Apply yourselves actively in diplomacy, negotiate wisely, and you could do much to help maintain peace among the neighboring lords. The recognition of those lords would benefit your house immensely. To that end, why not start with me, the heir to House Gloucester? It couldn't hurt for us to become friends, could it?
• Lysithea: Yes, yes, of course. When the time comes. But right now, I'm quite busy. Maybe later. As it is, I'm studying magic for the benefit of Fódlan's future, and I would appreciate it if you left me to it.
• Lorenz: Ah. I see. Then forgive the intrusion. I will take my leave of you, for now. But if there is any way I can be of help, to you or your house, I hope that you won't hesitate to ask. After all, as I'm sure you know, the future of all Fódlan is my responsibility!

(Lorenz leaves.)

• Lysithea: The future, he says. Hmph. As though I have a future...

B Support

• Lysithea: Hm... It didn't work. Odd. My logic was sound, or so I thought...
• Lorenz: Ah, Lysithea. I've just happened upon some lovely tea leaves. Would you care to join me for a cup?
• Lysithea: Nope. Busy.
• Lorenz: While I admire your dedication to research, you simply must take breaks now and again. For the sake of your health.
• Lysithea: I am perfectly capable of knowing when to stop! I'm no child, I'll have you know.
• Lorenz: Come now. Take just a brief respite. Look, I've even brought snacks to go with the tea.
• Lysithea: Ooh, that actually looks pretty tasty... All right. All right, fine.

(Scene change)

• Lorenz: Well, what do you think? These are made especially for my house. I've loved them since I was a boy.
• Lysithea: Oh jeez. Wow. Actually... this is delicious. You have excellent taste, Lorenz.
• Lorenz: Have as much as you like. For the sake of our friendship, I consider it well worth the investment. I'd like to know more about you, Lysithea. Where did you learn such a command of magic? When you were a child, what kind of...
• Lysithea: Ugh, come on. Can't we just enjoy the snacks? I loathe talking about myself.
• Lorenz: Openness is a prerequisite to successful diplomacy. You'll learn that, when you take your first real steps into high society.
• Lysithea: Can you stop with the kid treatment? I mean, really- is age the only thing you consider when engaging with others?
• Lorenz: But there's nothing the matter with being young. There is a role to be played at every stage in life. That is how we learn and grow.
• Lysithea: Are you even listening?! Ugh, it's like you can;t even help yourself but to continue treating me like a child!
• Lorenz: I absolutely recognize your raw ability. You possess quite a rare gift for magic. I hope we can find a way for you to use that gift to help as many people as we can. Surely you can agree to that, at least?
• Lysithea: You really are relentless! I'll spell this out for you once more- I. Don't. Care!
• Lorenz: You're headstrong! Just like me! That very quality will ensure a better future for Fódlan!
• Lysithea: I, sir, am nothing like you- you're bullheaded and boorish. And utterly fixated on the future. All you care about is what's to come. Sure, it's all well and good to be thinking about such lofty things. However... For me, the future's a very long ways off. Better to focus on the present- on the here and now. Thanks for the tea.

(Lysithea leaves)

• Lorenz: Lysithea?

B+ Support

• Lysithea: Picking wildflowers? Seems such a common activity for someone like you.
• Lorenz: To me, the most beautiful flower is the one that blossoms by its own strength. Lysithea, please accept this as...
• Lysithea: Knock it off! Uh, sorry... It's just that the thorns are a bit sharp, and I'm not a fan of killing nature.
• Lorenz: True sympathy, even for the smallest wildflower. I admire your kindness. When you inherit your house, that kindness will be a balm to your subjects. They, and the neighboring lords, will trust you instinctively.
• Lysithea: Politics. Again.
• Lorenz: The Alliance has been harmed in the past by lords who thought only of themselves. Who saw others as a means to an end. But you! You understand others' pain. With you around, I am quite hopeful that the Alliance will flourish again.
• Lysithea: That's not something you should get your hopes up about. House Ordelia will end with my father.
• Lorenz: I'm...sorry? I understand you have a distaste for politics, but could you really allow a noble house three centuries old to fall to ruin? This goes beyond you, and even your house. What would become of Fódlan if all its noble houses withered away in such a manner? The people would be in disarray. The balance of power would crumble. Chaos would rule.
• Lysithea: No, it's just... My body, unfortunately, is not built to last... And I have no siblings. When I die, that's the end.
• Lorenz: What?
• Lysithea: Noble birth has been nothing but a source of pain for me. For me, and for my parents. We got sucked into the rebellion in the Empire, and it led to...many responsibilities for us. The things we went through... I can hardly bear to speak of it. All I want to do is give my mother and father the chance to live out their years in peace. I intend to do whatever I can to ease the hardships of our people, while I still have life left in me... Naturally, I worry about what will come to pass after I'm gone. But I'm sure things will work out, so long as there are people like you around working so hard for a better future.
• Lorenz: So you have been thinking of the future. Even despite all of that. I-I am so sorry. I had no idea. Lysithea. I have offended you most persistently. Please find it in your heart to forgive my impudence.
• Lysithea: Don't worry about it. If you're so insistent upon being my friend, I'm sure more tasty snacks and tea will help persuade me. But if speaking of the future holds such importance, better to find someone who actually has one.
• Lorenz: I understand. Yes, let's take tea together again sometime.

A Support

• Lorenz: Lysithea! It's no good for you to expose yourself to such strong sunlight. And a chill could steal upon you at any moment! You really ought to have worn a mantle.
• Lysithea: Hmph.
• Lorenz: You have been running yourself absolutely ragged. Would you please consider taking some rest?
• Lysithea: Enough is enough! I am fully aware! Now, stop following me.
• Lorenz: I'm only concerned for your health.
• Lysithea: That's great and all, but I feel fine today. And I'm perfectly capable of caring for myself. I don't have time to "take a rest". I'm overloaded with work, and I have less time than everyone else. I just want to do my own thing, bring order to the Alliance, and put my parents' minds at ease.
• Lorenz: No need to rush! How can you be so certain your lifespan is shortened, anyway? I do not know who decided that, but consider me skeptical. If you are healthy now, and if you take proper care of yourself, you ought to live just as long as anyone else.
• Lysithea: That's all well and good, but those vitamin-packed "sweets" you brought tasted weird.
• Lorenz: If you want a healthy body, then you need to start with what you eat.
• Lysithea: You have a point, but those health sweets are gross.
• Lorenz: I sent for the finest in wholesome, healthy treats for you. I asked only for the very sweetest.
• Lysithea: That was pretty nice of you. I'm sorry, Lorenz. Thank you for being so thoughtful. Still, I don't need bushels and bushels of them. Gaining a ton of weight won't exactly lengthen my lifespan either. I mean, I'd like to be able to hang out with you as much as possible and...for as long as possible.
• Lorenz: Truly? Ah, I'm so glad! I feel the same. Even in an otherwise perfect future, I still cannot see a happy life for myself without you in it. In fact, the more time we spend together, the more essential to me you become. So let us walk, side by side, toward a future together!
• Lysithea: Yikes, keep it down, will you?
• Lorenz: Why are you flustered? What is there to be embarrassed about? You know I will always care for you!
• Lysithea: OK, OK, noted! Will you just calm down already?
• Lorenz: You need not worry about a thing. I will look after you, no matter what may come! After all, the future of Fódlan rests upon my shoulders, does it not?
• Lysithea: I won't give up on myself either. Thanks for caring, Lorenz.

With Raphael

C Support

• Lysithea: Ugh, this theory just isn’t coming together. The thought behind it is sound enough, but... Hm.
• Raphael: Hey, Lysithea. Your forehead’s all wrinkled. You look tense. Is something wrong? You know you can tell your Big Bro Raph—I mean you know you can tell me anything, right?
• Lysithea: Raphael, while I appreciate your offer, I’m not so sure you’ll be much help here.
• Raphael: What does that mean? Oh, are you researching something complicated? In that case, yeah, you’re probably right. Is there something else I can help you with? I’m really good at other things. Like training!
• Lysithea: I have absolutely zero interest in such things.
• Raphael: I have an idea! Do you wanna get real good at playing tag? I could teach you!
• Lysithea: ...
• Raphael: There’s a trick to it that most people don’t know. Like, to not get tagged and stuff. Let me show you!
• Lysithea: ...
• Raphael: It’s too sunny out to spend all day inside studying! C’mon, Big Bro’s gonna take you outsi—
• Lysithea: Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Can’t you see I’m busy?! Go bother someone else! What nerve you have, too, calling yourself “Big Bro!” Like I’m your little sister or some nonsense. Just cut the act.
• Raphael: Uhhh. Did I really say that out loud?
• Lysithea: Anyway, my grades are miles better than yours. If you want to play the part of “big brother,” you’d probably benefit from studying way, way more.
• Raphael: Like I said, I’m really good at other things, just not classroom learning...
• Lysithea: I can’t stand all the excuses. Clearly you’re the little kid here. You got all that? Now, don’t bother me again. Understood? Bye.

(Lysithea leaves)

• Raphael: Phew! She must be going through a rebellious phase!

B Support

• Lysithea: So heavy... Ugh. I think I might've borrowed one too many books this time. And I have to return them at some point— ahhh!
• Raphael: What's going on? Everything OK?!
• Lysithea: Argh, just my luck...
• Raphael: Lysithea? Oh wow. Look at the mess you made.
• Lysithea: Thank you for the assistance. I can take it from here.
• Raphael: Were you planning on carrying this much weight on your own?! Don't be ridiculous! You should've at least asked for help!
• Lysithea: They're all books I need for my studies, and it's my own responsibility. No need to involve others.
• Raphael: I'm happy to help you carry some of them. How about half? That's fair, right?
• Lysithea: No, really. I have this. I am not incapable— and I'm not a child.
• Raphael: Hahaha! As smart as you are, you sure are a silly person. I'm so tough! I'm gonna stand my ground! I don't need help from anyone! And when things don't go my way, I'm gonna act all sad and moody!
• Lysithea: You... are remarkably talented at channeling me...
• Raphael: Huh? Oh, no! Sorry! I was imitating my little sister. Her name's Maya. She's way smart, but she can be pretty stubborn. You remind me of her. What I mean to say is that I want to help, so swallow your pride and ask.
• Lysithea: Ugh.
• Raphael: I'll be carrying this stack of books now. Got a problem with that?
• Lysithea: Yeah, yeah. You seem obstinately determined to go against my wishes.
• Raphael: All right! Is this a good spot to drop 'em?
• Lysithea: Hey, what're you doing?! They need to be stacked neatly, otherwise they'll topple! This one needs to be rearranged, otherwise the rest won't fit properly!
• Raphael: Wow, talk about picky.
• Lysithea: You're the one who was so insistent on helping. If you're gonna help, do it right or don't bother.
• Raphael: Fine, fine!

With Ignatz

C Support

• Ignatz: Good morning, Lysithea! Out for a stroll, are we? It's lovely weather for it. I might go wander outside myself. I'm sure I can see some beautiful sights.
• Lysithea: Ignatz--hold still, will you?
• Ignatz: Uh, sure?
• Lysithea: Your shoes are untied. It looks sloppy. Let me just fix it for you.
• Ignatz: Oh! Thank you for letting me know, but really, I'm perfectly capable of tying them myself.
• Lysithea: Pfft, clearly that's not the case, otherwise this wouldn't be an issue. Now, hush.
• Ignatz: Um.

(Scene change)

• Lysithea: There we go.
• Ignatz: Thanks...
• Lysithea: You've also got awful bedhead.
• Ignatz: What?! But I examined myself in the mirror before leaving my quarters!
• Lysithea: It's the back of your head. Quite unkempt. You really should get it together. I mean, really. You're born to a noble-adjacent merchant family, aren't you? You really should be more presentable.
• Ignatz: Sorry, Lysithea... You're always so perfectly put together. In fact I'd say you're perfect in all respects... I don't think I've seen you fail at anything.
• Lysithea: Well, consider that if I make even the slightest misstep, everyone will treat me like a child. There's nothing I hate more than that...
• Ignatz: I see! Well, I think you're very mature. If anything you may be overdoing it somewhat. I mean, people treat me like a child sometimes. But I like it, because it reminds me that other people care about me. You know? No matter how much we stretch, some things are always beyond us. I think it's fine to be vulnerable and ask for help sometimes.
• Lysithea: Ignatz, are you really lecturing me about how I conduct myself right now? You're a sheepish, unreliable scatterbrain who can only ever think about what others think of him! Perhaps you should worry about your own maturity before you start questioning mine. Although you certainly look the part of a baby, so maybe that's asking too much. Anyway, I've got things to do, so I'm going to go now.
• Ignatz: Uh, Lysithea, wait! Hey!
• Lysithea: Outta my way. You're such a child, I swear...

(Lysithea leaves)

• Ignatz: That was uncalled for. After all, I am older than she is.

A Support

• Lysithea: Um, hey...
• Ignatz: Oh! Lysithea. Something I can do for you?
• Lysithea: Can you help me out with my shopping?
• Ignatz: Yes, of course. You need me to carry stuff?
• Lysithea: Actually, can you pick up some tea for me? I'd do it, but I'm drowning in work.
• Ignatz: You're so busy you can't go shopping? OK. Do you have a favorite kind of tea?
• Lysithea: I'm not too picky. I just like having it around, really. Whatever's cheapest works for me. Here's some money.
• Ignatz: one question. Why me? You don't really need my help for this.
• Lysithea: I just thought I could lean on you a bit. You know, rather than trying to do everything on my own.
• Ignatz: Right. I see. Well, good! I'm glad you decided to approach me. Ah, but, for this particular task, you might be better off doing it yourself.
• Lysithea: Oh?
• Ignatz: There are so many different kinds of tea, and I'm not very discerning. What if I get you one you don't like? When I do my own shopping, I pick a tea at random. Otherwise I'd be paralyzed by all the choices. It's the same with food. Sometimes I stare and stare at the options and never decide.
• Lysithea: You looked like you were just fine when you went to get groceries the other day.
• Ignatz: I really had to push myself to do that alone. I don't think I can do that again. Sorry...
• Lysithea: Aha. So you've stopped trying to do things on your own, then?
• Ignatz: Yeah. Still, though... For today, how about you have some of my tea? If that'll do...
• Lysithea: Sounds nice, sure. Do you mind brewing mine while you're at it?
• Ignatz: OK! Though I can't do it as skillfully as Lorenz, I'm afraid. I'll get it ready right away. Feel free to start focusing on your work.
• Lysithea: Heh.
• Ignatz: What?
• Lysithea: I mean, you seem plenty reliable to me.
• Ignatz: I do? Really? How so?
• Lysithea: You're fun, you're easy to be around, and you rarely complain when you help others.
• Ignatz: Well, I'm just pouring you some tea. I'm not sure that qualifies as "help."
• Lysithea: It's not easy for me to rely on people, but with you, it's different.
• Ignatz: Well, there an't many things I can do, frankly. What I can do, I will do! So if you need anything, ask me, and I'll try to help.
• Lysithea: You really are unreliable, as it turns out! Guess I'll just have to take your word for it.

With Marianne

C Support

• Marianne: Um...
• Lysithea: Oh! Marianne! There you are!
• Marianne: L-Lysithea? What’s all this commotion? What’s happening?
• Lysithea: There’s been an accident at the training grounds—a spell gone amok! Come on—we need all the help we can get over there!
• Marianne: Oh no! But, I don’t know how I...
• Lysithea: We could really use your help before things get out of hand! Come on! Hurry!
• Marianne: I... I don’t think I would be of much help.
• Lysithea: Oh, for the goddess’s sake! You won’t know unless you try, will you?! Don't decide you’re of no use without even giving it a shot! Fine then—forget it. I’ll go on my own! You can just stand here and stare at the wall.
• Marianne: I...
• Lysithea: Ugh.
• Marianne: I’m sorry! I can’t do anything right!
• Lysithea: Oh... Perhaps I took it too far...

(Scene Transition)

• Lysithea: Hey, um...Marianne? Do you have a minute?
• Marianne: ...
• Lysithea: Listen, I’m sorry about all the stuff I said earlier. The situation was urgent, and I’ll admit I wasn’t thinking clearly. I shouldn't have been so callous. I hurt your feelings, didn’t I?
• Marianne: No, it’s fine. I’m the one to blame.
• Lysithea: Huh? But, hey, are you sure you’re all—
• Marianne: I’m the one who should apologize. All I did was get in your way. You would have made it to the training grounds much sooner if I hadn’t slowed you down.
• Lysithea: Huh? Wait a second—
• Marianne: It’s all my fault. It’s always my fault. The accident was probably my fault too!
• Lysithea: You’re being so...negative. I don’t know what to say...

B Support

• Lysithea: Marianne! Do you mind if I ask you about something?
• Marianne: Yes?
• Lysithea: It’s about animal behavior. Among us all, you surely know the most about animals.
• Marianne: ...
• Lysithea: I’ve read that in outdoor battles, wild animals can sometimes cause unexpected confusion. What do you think would be the best strategy to... Umm... Are you listening, Marianne?
• Marianne: I was listening, I just don’t think I can really—
• Lysithea: For crying out loud! Why do you always have to admit defeat before even giving yourself a chance?!
• Marianne: My advice would probably just put everyone in danger. You’d be better off without me.
• Lysithea: This is beyond ridiculous. You’re impossible! You seem convinced you’re some sort of cursed being, destined to bring doom and gloom to anyone you encounter!
• Marianne: Well...
• Lysithea: Why do you have such a terrible opinion of yourself? How can you possibly be so dense?!
• Marianne: I just—
• Lysithea: Just nothing! Now you listen to me for a moment. I can see that you have some deep-seated turmoil that you struggle with. I’ll have you know I have quite a few issues of my own. Perhaps more grave than yours, if you can imagine.
• Marianne: R-Really?
• Lysithea: Yes. But I’m not the only one who has such troubles to contend with. Everyone does. That’s why it’s so important to maintain a positive outlook and do what we can. Each time we find the light in the dark, we grow, bit by bit. And without growth, what’s the point in carrying on?
• Marianne: Lysithea... I envy your confidence and strength.
• Lysithea: Don’t envy me. Instead, just choose to find the positive, won’t you?
• Marianne: Yes. Well, maybe someday...
• Lysithea: The time is now! This is your moment!
• Marianne: Oh! OK!
• Lysithea: That’s more like it. Now to start, why don’t you help me out by answering my questions about wild animals?
• Marianne: I’ll certainly try my best.

With Leonie

C Support

• Lysithea: I... I think I'm gonna pass out... Aghh!
• Leonie: Whoa! Lysithea? You're really pale!
• Lysithea: Yeah, I've been feeling really queasy all morning... I'm just heading back to my quarters to rest...
• Leonie: Can you even make it there in that state? Here, climb on my back. I'll carry you.
• Lysithea: Wuh... What ? No...no... I'm not some sort of...infant.
• Leonie: Always worried about looking like a kid. No time for that now. Just get on!
• Lysithea: ...

(Scene Transition)

• Lysithea: I'm feeling a bit better now. I should be OK from here. Thank you so much, Leonie. I hope I wasn't too heavy... Was I?
• Leonie: No, not at all. Actually made for a fun bit of training.
• Lysithea: Uh, training?
• Leonie: Yeah. Carrying someone around is good for the legs. You're just the right weight for it too. I might ask you to help me train again sometime! Anything can be a kind of training with the right attitude, you know?
• Lysithea: Are you always thinking about training?
• Leonie: Well, I can't devote all my time purely to training. So it's more efficient if I can train while I get other stuff done at the same time.
• Lysithea: Wouldn't that actually be...rather inefficient?
• Leonie: Huh? What do you mean?
• Lysithea: Well, for example, if you're training for endurance, it seems running would be a better approach. If you're only ever training by cramming it in with other tasks, you won't be getting the best results. I am no expert on the subject, but even I can logic that one out.
• Leonie: Come to think of it, you do always seem to stick to a pretty rigid schedule, don't you? I've noticed that you focus completely on whatever it is you've set out to do. Then you switch to something else, and focus completely on that.
• Lysithea: You've noticed, have you?
• Leonie: Now that I think about it, you may be right. Maybe that is the more efficient way to do things. Hey, you're really bright. Lysithea! Thanks so much for the helpful advice!

(Leonie leaves)

• Lysithea: That was nice of Leonie to check on me and carry me all the way to my quarters. And in the end, I just lectured her! She did thank me for it, but... Ugh, I probably could've handled that better.

B Support

• Leonie: Hey, I'm about to take out the trash. Got anything you want me to take?
• Lysithea: Uh, how about these? Just some old study notes of mine.
• Leonie: Wow, that's quite the pile there. You sure it's all fine to throw away?
• Lysithea: Of course. It's all safely stored in my brain now. If I concentrate, I can access any of it with ease.
• Leonie: Why am I not surprised? I wish I had even half your power of concentration. OK, here we go. Ugh...this is pretty heavy! Well, it'll be a good workout. Oh, but you were telling me not to take my training so lightly. Still, can't hurt to get a little exercise in. I'll just take it at a run. See you later!

(Leonie leaves)

• Lysithea: Hm.

(Scene Transition)

• Leonie: Hm? What is it, Lysithea? Was there something in that pile of paper you wanted to hang on to, after all?
• Lysithea: No, that's not it. There's just...something I want to say to you. I'm sorry for saying your way of doing things was inefficient. You've clearly grown plenty strong, doing things as you have. Not to mention multitasking and training in that way surely presents interesting challenges.
• Leonie: Well, sure. But, if everyone has their own methods, then your methods aren't wrong either. All you did was share with me, so there's no need for apologies. Still, it's probably me to imitate your levels of focus and concentration. How do you even manage to throw yourself into only one thing like that?
• Lysithea: I haven't much choice—I can't waste even a single moment.
• Leonie: I can understand that. I'm sort of the same way. I hate feeling like I'm not getting enough work done. Anyway, you should just do what works for you. You've got something you want to achieve, right? That's why you feel pressured to study so hard.
• Lysithea: Yes...
• Leonie: Then focus on what matters to you. Leave the rest to people who have the time for it. And hey, if you need any heavy lifting done, you know where to go! The way I see it, it's all training.
• Lysithea: You know, Leonie. You're so kind, so strong...
• Leonie: Whoa. What's with the compliments all of a sudden?
• Lysithea: I was just thinking what incredible partner you'd make. Really, you've got all of the perfect qualities!
• Leonie: Wait?
• Lysithea: I'm not simply saying that. I say what I mean, and I mean what I say.
• Leonie: Ha, you're making me blush! What a strange way to compliment someone.

With Hanneman

C Support

• Lysithea: Phew... That about wraps it up for today's training. No thanks to a certain distraction...
• Hanneman: ...
• Lysithea: Professor Hanneman, I know you're there. It's extremely unsettling the way you're always staring like that.
• Hanneman: Oh! My apologies, child. I was trying to remain inconspicuous, not wanting to interrupt.
• Lysithea: Your half-hearted attempt to hide your weird staring only makes it weirder
• Hanneman: Well, I must apologize. In the future, I shall do my staring out in the open.
• Lysithea: That might ease the weirdness, but it will continue to be extremely unsettling.
• Hanneman: I have no desire to disturb not to disquiet you... But you are a most exquisite subject for my Crest research. And you understand that the foundation of all research is observation.
• Lysithea: I understand it well enough, and I'll do my best to ignore it, but in return...
• Hanneman: In return, I will keep your secret. I have not spoken a word of your twin Crests, not even to the church. If they knew I was withholding such valuable information, I might be branded a traitor. But such matters are trivial to the future of Crestology!
• Lysithea: Shhh! Don't talk so loudly about it out here in the open!
• Hanneman: Pardon my excitement. I simply cannot let the opportunity to study such a miraculous subject go to waste.
• Lysithea: These awful Crests may seem miraculous to you, but for me, they fall under the category of curse.
• Hanneman: I hope one day you will share more about your tragic origins, whenever you have the time to recount it. Your tale may contain valuable information...
• Lysithea: You are utterly lacking in empathy, you know that? Even if you spent your entire life "observing" me, you'd never understand my feelings and all I've been through. Now, if you'll excuse me.
• [Lysithea leaves.]
• Hanneman: Ah, I fear I may have made a misstep. I have no desire to trouble her, yet my research...

B Support

• Lysithea: Professor Hanneman, is this a good spot for this book?
• Hanneman: That will do nicely, Lysithea. I'm sorry to trouble you with these chores.
• Lysithea: It's no trouble. After all, it's proper etiquette for the young to help the elderly.
• Hanneman: The elderly? I'm only—Never mind. How have you been feeling as of late? Anything worth mentioning?
• Lysithea: I've been feeling well enough, all things considered.
• Hanneman: You seem to be maturing remarkably. No doubt your well-being is due to the positive influence of your twin Crests working in tandem.
• Lysithea: Here he goes with the "positive" again. Looks like your research is more useless than I thought.
• Hanneman: I may ignore your assaults on my age, but I will not allow unfettered attacks upon my research. What makes you think it's lacking? Surely you do not deny that your Crest-related abilities exceed those of your peers. You are so far ahead of the others... Even the combined effects of the twin Crests you bear do not fully account for that discrepancy.
• Lysithea: You just can't see beyond the Crests, can you? In all your research, haven't you considered that my abilities are a direct result of the effort I've put in?
• Hanneman: Of course I am aware that you are a hardworking student, but...
• Lysithea: My efforts far exceed those of any other student—I've placed top priority on growing as quickly as possible.
• Hanneman: Is the ability to expend such incredible efforts, to be so focused, and driven... Is that not a form of talent?
• Lysithea: It has nothing to do with talent! It's a question of sheer will. I'm determined to succeed, no matter the sacrifice.
• Hanneman: I see... But what drives you to such lengths?
• Lysithea: I have goals, just like anyone. And precious little time in which to achieve them.
• Hanneman: Little time?
• Lysithea: The people who made me as I am informed me that my life would be drastically shortened as a result.
• Hanneman: ...
• Lysithea: A person bearing two Crests, against the will of nature itself... Well, clearly it can't be sustainable. As such, I don't indulge in the luxury of fantasizing about the future. I haven't got one. Knowing all this now, will you still claim that my Crests are something "positive"?
• Hanneman: I... I cannot... Please understand... I had no idea.
• Lysithea: I'll be leaving now.
• Hanneman: Lysithea. So that is why you are...

A Support

• Lysithea: Did you want something, Professor Hanneman?
• Hanneman: Ah, Lysithea. Thank you for coming. First, I ask that you allow me to apologize. I fear I hurt you with my insensitive words. I have failed you, not as a researcher, but as a human being.
• Lysithea: I'm the one who should apologize. I'm sorry for being rude to you. Anyway, I'll keep going along with your research. I have to be on my way now.
• Hanneman: Please, Lysithea, a moment more? I did not call you here simply to apologize. I told you once that you were an exquisite subject for my Crest research. Why? Because there are no records of any other person ever having borne two Crests.
• Lysithea: Correct.
• Hanneman: We cannot say anything for certain about the makeup of your body. Therefore, it seems hasty to conclude that overcoming your shortened lifespan is an impossible feat.
• Lysithea: What is it you're implying?
• Hanneman: Lysithea. What is my field of study?
• Lysithea: Crestology, of course.
• Hanneman: Indeed. And the goal of my field is to unravel every single mystery Crests might conceal. Someday, I even hope to devise a means to bestow a Crest upon any who desires one.
• Lysithea: Why would you want to do such a thing?
• Hanneman: Because I despise this world in which the presence or absence of a Crest can determine a person's worth.
• Lysithea: Huh...
• Hanneman: However, if artificially implanting a Crest causes too great a toll on the subject, it would be useless. As such, reducing the strain of Crest on the human body is one of my research goals. Understanding how to implant a Crest might also lead to the knowledge of how to remove them, yes?
• Lysithea: Do you think...removing a Crest could mean that they won't suffer from its effects any longer?
• Hanneman: What I am trying to tell you is... The question of whether your lifespan can be restored is entirely within the scope of my research.
• Lysithea: Do you... Could you really do that?
• Hanneman: It is difficult to say for sure. But as long as the possibility exists, I will continue to seek it. Lysithea, let me ask you once more. Will you assist me in my research?
• Lysithea: Professor Hanneman, I think I'm the one who should be asking for your help, really. Anyway, I'm sick of a Crest determining a person's worth too.
• Hanneman: Ah, is that right?! Perhaps you would even like to begin studying Crestology yourself? I think you would make a fantastic apprentice. A life devoted to research is a noble life, you know!
• Lysithea: If you do manage to restore my lifespan, I'd certainly think about it.
• Hanneman: I will hold you to those words! Ah, I see a fine future ahead of us!

With Catherine

C Support

• Catherine: It was so sunny this morning, but now it's absolutely pouring.
• Lysithea: Did you hear the thunder just now? Good thing we got all the clothes indoors before all the skies opened up. I apologize for troubling you with this task.
• Catherine: Don't worry about it. I was just passing by and thought I could help. I know how frustrating it is to have your newly dried clothes soaked by rain.
• Lysithea: ...
• Catherine: What's wrong? We managed to keep all of the clothes dried, didn't we?
• Lysithea: It's just...odd. Every time it's my turn to wash the clothing, there's a sudden downpour. Surely it must be a inconvenient coincidence, but I can't help feeling as though I'm somehow to blame for it.
• Catherine: Ah, I see. That probably is your fault.
• Lysithea: Wow, you're even harsher than I am!
• Catherine: You have a Crest of Charon, don't you?
• Lysithea: I do, yes, but---Hold on a moment. How did you know that?
• Catherine: I can just tell. I have Crest of Charon too. And I've noticed that, whenever I need dry weather, there's rain. Don't you think it's our Crests making the rain fall upon us?
• Lysithea: How had I never connected this? This is quite a revelation! A Crest affecting the weather!
• Catherine: Well, I don't know how true it is. There are only the two of us, which is a pretty small sample of people.
• Lysithea: I suppose that's true. So...we must test our hypothesis! Hmm... Maybe we can find someone who tends bring the sunshine around---that would be especially handy for helping out with the wash.
• Catherine: Now, there's an idea!

B Support

• Catherine: Lysithea, do you have a moment?
• Lysithea: I do. What do you need to speak with me about?
• Catherine: I was thinking about the time we talked about our Crests bringing bad weather.
• Lysithea: Hm, yes. We never did get to test that theory, since I haven't found any sun-bringing folks.
• Catherine: Joking aside, each Crest is unique in how it impacts the bearer's life. I've seen more than my share of Crest-bearers, after all. Some of them bore Crests of Charon, like us... Some even bore Crests of Gloucester.
• Lysithea: Certainly, but I don't see your point.
• Catherine: I'm not a Crest scholar. I don't know all the details... But I have a knack for guessing a person's Crest just by looking at them.
• Lysithea: ...
• Catherine: Forgive me, but... Do you have two Crests?
• Lysithea: Er, um, well...
• Catherine: You don't have to tell me. I mean, it shouldn't even be possible to bear two Crests. So if you do have two, you must be sitting on some major secrets.
• Lysithea: It's nice to know that someone understands...
• Catherine: Of course. Everyone has things they would rather not talk about. For all you know, Catherine's not my real name. Maybe I'm an outlaw, on the run from my homeland!
• Lysithea: That can't be true, can it?! Stop messing with me!
• Catherine: I was kidding! Though who knows, maybe there is some truth in it. My point is, no matter what secrets we're keeping, I'm still me and you're still you. I do worry a little about you. You never seem to let your guard down around other people. That can't be easy. You know, it's important for you to relax once in a while.
• Lysithea: I don't even know the meaning of the word.
• Catherine: That's easy! Just gab with your friends about something pointless and the stress will fade away! I'm always happy to chat, if you're interested.
• Lysithea: Well... Thank you. Why are you being so kind to me, anyway?
• Catherine: I just feel a certain kinship with you. We both have Crests of Charon, and we both have secrets we can't share with anyone.
• Lysithea: I see. I will say I'm happy to have someone around who actually seems to understand me.
• Catherine: Good! You can feel comfortable with me. Since we have the same Crest, we're basically sisters.
• Lysithea: Aww. I...I really like that. Someone as wonderful as you as my big sister?
• Catherine: Well, don't you just say the cutest things. That's my little sister for you!

With Cyril

C Support

• 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.