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===With [[Avatar (Awakening)|Male Avatar]]===
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==With [[Robin|Male Robin]]==
====C Support====
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===C Support===
 
*'''Noire:''' *Siiigh*
 
*'''Noire:''' *Siiigh*
*'''Avatar:''' Something on your mind, Noire?
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*'''Robin:''' Something on your mind, Noire?
*'''Noire:''' Eep! Oh, ''Avatar''! N-no, nothing... Just a bit tired, I suppose.
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*'''Noire:''' Eep! Oh, Robin! N-no, nothing... Just a bit tired, I suppose.
*'''Avatar:''' Then you should rest up and take a nap. We don't have anything planned for today.
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*'''Robin:''' Then you should rest up and take a nap. We don't have anything planned for today.
 
*'''Noire:''' Is that so? Yes, perhaps I'll do as you suggest. Hmm, but...
 
*'''Noire:''' Is that so? Yes, perhaps I'll do as you suggest. Hmm, but...
*'''Avatar:''' No buts! Whatever you're worried about can clearly wait. You always push yourself too hard, Noire. I'm sure the exhaustion's just built up.
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*'''Robin:''' No buts! Whatever you're worried about can clearly wait. You always push yourself too hard, Noire. I'm sure the exhaustion's just built up.
 
*'''Noire:''' B-but it's hardly fair to rest while the others are still working! Otherwise I'm only holding everyone back.
 
*'''Noire:''' B-but it's hardly fair to rest while the others are still working! Otherwise I'm only holding everyone back.
*'''Avatar:''' Well, do what you have to do, but just promise me you'll take care of yourself.
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*'''Robin:''' Well, do what you have to do, but just promise me you'll take care of yourself.
 
*'''Noire:''' I will. I'm...sorry you had to see me like this.
 
*'''Noire:''' I will. I'm...sorry you had to see me like this.
   
====B Support====
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===B Support===
 
*'''Noire:''' *Siiigh*
 
*'''Noire:''' *Siiigh*
*'''Avatar:''' What's wrong, Noire? Tired again?
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*'''Robin:''' What's wrong, Noire? Tired again?
 
*'''Noire:''' N-no, that's not it. Well, I AM tired, but...
 
*'''Noire:''' N-no, that's not it. Well, I AM tired, but...
*'''Avatar:''' Yes?
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*'''Robin:''' Yes?
 
*'''Noire:''' I was trying to think of ways I might grow a bit...sturdier. So lately I've been watching the other girls and trying to identify differences.
 
*'''Noire:''' I was trying to think of ways I might grow a bit...sturdier. So lately I've been watching the other girls and trying to identify differences.
*'''Avatar:''' And have you found any?
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*'''Robin:''' And have you found any?
 
*'''Noire:''' Well, the others are healthier, obviously, and their bodies seem more resilient. Also, their figures are just a little bit more...robust.
 
*'''Noire:''' Well, the others are healthier, obviously, and their bodies seem more resilient. Also, their figures are just a little bit more...robust.
*'''Avatar:''' Phrased with the delicacy of a diplomat! Er, and I suppose you would be on the...slight side?
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*'''Robin:''' Phrased with the delicacy of a diplomat! Er, and I suppose you would be on the...slight side?
*'''Noire:''' Slight? Ha! I'm skin and bone! I fall over in a stiff breeze! They're all so full of energy; it's like staring into the sun... They make me feel like a troll! ...Er, if trolls were scrawny. Oh, what do you think I should do, ''Avatar''?!
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*'''Noire:''' Slight? Ha! I'm skin and bone! I fall over in a stiff breeze! They're all so full of energy; it's like staring into the sun... They make me feel like a troll! ...Er, if trolls were scrawny. Oh, what do you think I should do, Robin?!
*'''Avatar:''' W-well, I do think you have a tendency to worry more than most... And that stress is bound to harm the body in one way or another...
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*'''Robin:''' W-well, I do think you have a tendency to worry more than most... And that stress is bound to harm the body in one way or another...
 
*'''Noire:''' INSOLENCE! HOW DARE YOU CLAIM ME DECREPIT!
 
*'''Noire:''' INSOLENCE! HOW DARE YOU CLAIM ME DECREPIT!
*'''Avatar:''' Whoa! N-no, Noire! Never! I didn't say anything like that!
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*'''Robin:''' Whoa! N-no, Noire! Never! I didn't say anything like that!
 
*'''Noire:''' THEN SPEAK, MORTAL! WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE ME DO?!
 
*'''Noire:''' THEN SPEAK, MORTAL! WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE ME DO?!
*'''Avatar:''' W-well... *ahem* They say that clothes make the man, right? Perhaps they can make the wo-man, as well? Why not try getting into the role form-first?
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*'''Robin:''' W-well... *ahem* They say that clothes make the man, right? Perhaps they can make the wo-man, as well? Why not try getting into the role form-first?
 
*'''Noire:''' Oh! So you think I should maybe dress more...festively?
 
*'''Noire:''' Oh! So you think I should maybe dress more...festively?
*'''Avatar:''' Y-yes! That's the perfect word! Festive! Maybe that will energize you a bit?
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*'''Robin:''' Y-yes! That's the perfect word! Festive! Maybe that will energize you a bit?
 
*'''Noire:''' ...Huh. Well, I guess I'll consider it.
 
*'''Noire:''' ...Huh. Well, I guess I'll consider it.
   
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===A Support===
 
*'''Noire:''' *Siiigh*
 
*'''Noire:''' *Siiigh*
*'''Avatar:''' Still sighing away, Noire?
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*'''Robin:''' Still sighing away, Noire?
 
*'''Noire:''' Oh. Hello...
 
*'''Noire:''' Oh. Hello...
*'''Avatar:''' Troubles still not resolved, then?
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*'''Robin:''' Troubles still not resolved, then?
 
*'''Noire:''' I wanted to take your advice, but...I don't know what consitutes festive attire.
 
*'''Noire:''' I wanted to take your advice, but...I don't know what consitutes festive attire.
*'''Avatar:''' Ah. Well, even if you had, I'm not sure where you'd find any, with the war and all...
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*'''Robin:''' Ah. Well, even if you had, I'm not sure where you'd find any, with the war and all...
 
*'''Noire:''' Is there no way to become more girly? I just want to shine like all the others, even for a day...
 
*'''Noire:''' Is there no way to become more girly? I just want to shine like all the others, even for a day...
*'''Avatar:''' Well, worrying about it isn't going to help. Worry might just be your biggest enemy. Why don't you try unwinding a little? Go do something you enjoy!
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*'''Robin:''' Well, worrying about it isn't going to help. Worry might just be your biggest enemy. Why don't you try unwinding a little? Go do something you enjoy!
 
*'''Noire:''' I see. Yes, perhaps I'll treat myself to... Um, to what, exactly?
 
*'''Noire:''' I see. Yes, perhaps I'll treat myself to... Um, to what, exactly?
*'''Avatar:''' Why not head into town and enjoy a nice meal?
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*'''Robin:''' Why not head into town and enjoy a nice meal?
 
*'''Noire:''' I couldn't be the only one to enjoy such luxury! Not in times like this.
 
*'''Noire:''' I couldn't be the only one to enjoy such luxury! Not in times like this.
*'''Avatar:''' Aww, live a little. You like sweets, right? I don't think anyone could fault you for indulging in a little cake or two.
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*'''Robin:''' Aww, live a little. You like sweets, right? I don't think anyone could fault you for indulging in a little cake or two.
 
*'''Noire:''' You're sure?
 
*'''Noire:''' You're sure?
*'''Avatar:''' Sure I am! And if you really don't want to be the only one eating, I'll go with you.
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*'''Robin:''' Sure I am! And if you really don't want to be the only one eating, I'll go with you.
 
*'''Noire:''' You...wouldn't mind?
 
*'''Noire:''' You...wouldn't mind?
*'''Avatar:''' Eating cake? Only if you twist my arm! ...So, it's a date? Next time we're in town, we'll swing by the bakery and see what's on offer. Agreed?
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*'''Robin:''' Eating cake? Only if you twist my arm! ...So, it's a date? Next time we're in town, we'll swing by the bakery and see what's on offer. Agreed?
 
*'''Noire:''' Agreed!
 
*'''Noire:''' Agreed!
   
====S Support====
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===S Support===
*'''Avatar:''' Everything all right, Noire? You seem down.
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*'''Robin:''' Everything all right, Noire? You seem down.
*'''Noire:''' Eep! ...Oh. ''Avatar''. No, just the same-old, same-old. Thinking about how to be more vibrant... How to be more like the other girls... It just seems so hopeless! I feel like I haven't made a bit of progress...
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*'''Noire:''' Eep! ...Oh. Robin. No, just the same-old, same-old. Thinking about how to be more vibrant... How to be more like the other girls... It just seems so hopeless! I feel like I haven't made a bit of progress...
*'''Avatar:''' Hmm, well... W-well... Have you tried falling in love?
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*'''Robin:''' Hmm, well... W-well... Have you tried falling in love?
 
*'''Noire:''' Wh-what?
 
*'''Noire:''' Wh-what?
*'''Avatar:''' They say a woman's never as radiant as when she's in love. Why not give it a try? If, um... Well, you know. I guess you'd need to find someone special first...
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*'''Robin:''' They say a woman's never as radiant as when she's in love. Why not give it a try? If, um... Well, you know. I guess you'd need to find someone special first...
 
*'''Noire:''' W-well, I... I suppose I think I might...have someone in mind... There's someone who... Well, he's always listening to me and offering advice... *Mumble, mumble*
 
*'''Noire:''' W-well, I... I suppose I think I might...have someone in mind... There's someone who... Well, he's always listening to me and offering advice... *Mumble, mumble*
*'''Avatar:''' ...Sorry? I didn't catch that.
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*'''Robin:''' ...Sorry? I didn't catch that.
 
*'''Noire:''' *Mumble* ...You really want to know?
 
*'''Noire:''' *Mumble* ...You really want to know?
*'''Avatar:''' Huh? Well, sure.
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*'''Robin:''' Huh? Well, sure.
 
*'''Noire:''' Well, all right... Here goes...
 
*'''Noire:''' Well, all right... Here goes...
*'''Avatar:''' Hmm?
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*'''Robin:''' Hmm?
*'''Noire:''' It's... It's you, ''Avatar''. I...love...you.
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*'''Noire:''' It's... It's you, Robin. I...love...you.
*'''Avatar:''' What?
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*'''Robin:''' What?
 
*'''Noire:''' I SAID I LOVE YOU, FOOL OF A MAN!
 
*'''Noire:''' I SAID I LOVE YOU, FOOL OF A MAN!
*'''Avatar:''' Gah! S-sorry! I'm sorry! I heard you! I was just surprised! ...Er, so did you mean it? This isn't something to feel more vibrant?
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*'''Robin:''' Gah! S-sorry! I'm sorry! I heard you! I was just surprised! ...Er, so did you mean it? This isn't something to feel more vibrant?
 
*'''Noire:''' No, I mean it! Of course I mean it! I've had feelings for you from the start.
 
*'''Noire:''' No, I mean it! Of course I mean it! I've had feelings for you from the start.
*'''Avatar:''' Wow. Really?
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*'''Robin:''' Wow. Really?
 
*'''Noire:''' YES, REALLY, FLESHLING!
 
*'''Noire:''' YES, REALLY, FLESHLING!
*'''Avatar:''' ...... Heh... Ha ha. Aaaaaah ha ha ha!
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*'''Robin:''' ...... Heh... Ha ha. Aaaaaah ha ha ha!
 
*'''Noire:''' H-hey! What's so funny?!
 
*'''Noire:''' H-hey! What's so funny?!
*'''Avatar:''' Ha ha ha! Ha ha... I'm sorry. All this talk of being vibrant and such... Who could be more vibrant than you?! Don't change a thing, Noire. I think you're amazing just as you are. Delicate and sweet, always more worried about others than yourself... And prone to the occasional...flight of fancy, shall we say? I love it all.
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*'''Robin:''' Ha ha ha! Ha ha... I'm sorry. All this talk of being vibrant and such... Who could be more vibrant than you?! Don't change a thing, Noire. I think you're amazing just as you are. Delicate and sweet, always more worried about others than yourself... And prone to the occasional...flight of fancy, shall we say? I love it all.
 
*'''Noire:''' You really mean that?!
 
*'''Noire:''' You really mean that?!
*'''Avatar:''' Of course I do, Noire! So stop pushing yourself to become someone you're not... And let's enjoy the amazing person you already are.
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*'''Robin:''' Of course I do, Noire! So stop pushing yourself to become someone you're not... And let's enjoy the amazing person you already are.
*'''Noire:''' I... Oh, ''Avatar''... Thank you.
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*'''Noire:''' I... Oh, Robin... Thank you.
 
*'''Noire: You fill me with the strength I never thought to have. Please, stay with me always...'''
 
*'''Noire: You fill me with the strength I never thought to have. Please, stay with me always...'''
   
===With [[Avatar (Awakening)|Male Avatar]] (Father)===
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==With [[Robin|Male Robin]] (Father)==
====C Support====
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===C Support===
 
*'''Noire:''' *Sniff* *sniffle*
 
*'''Noire:''' *Sniff* *sniffle*
*'''Avatar:''' Noire? What's wrong? Why are you crying?
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*'''Robin:''' Noire? What's wrong? Why are you crying?
 
*'''Noire:''' *Sniff* I'm not... Mother cursed me to have a *sniff* runny nose for three days straight.
 
*'''Noire:''' *Sniff* I'm not... Mother cursed me to have a *sniff* runny nose for three days straight.
*'''Avatar:''' That's...an oddly specific hex. But wait, why would she do that in the first place?
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*'''Robin:''' That's...an oddly specific hex. But wait, why would she do that in the first place?
 
*'''Noire:''' It's nothing new. *sniffle* Mother is always trying out some new spell or another. Every time she comes up with one, she *sniffle* uses me as her guinea pig.
 
*'''Noire:''' It's nothing new. *sniffle* Mother is always trying out some new spell or another. Every time she comes up with one, she *sniffle* uses me as her guinea pig.
*'''Avatar:''' Poor dear... Here, take my handkerchief.
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*'''Robin:''' Poor dear... Here, take my handkerchief.
 
*'''Noire:''' Th-thank you...*HOOONK!*
 
*'''Noire:''' Th-thank you...*HOOONK!*
*'''Avatar:''' I can't let you suffer like this for three whole days... Don't worry, Noire. I'll have a talk with your mother and get this cleared up.
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*'''Robin:''' I can't let you suffer like this for three whole days... Don't worry, Noire. I'll have a talk with your mother and get this cleared up.
 
*'''Noire:''' Er...are you sure? That never really worked out for you in the future. Every time you talked back, Mother cursed you up to your eyeballs... Or sometimes she just cursed your eyeballs, and you cried yourself to sleep.
 
*'''Noire:''' Er...are you sure? That never really worked out for you in the future. Every time you talked back, Mother cursed you up to your eyeballs... Or sometimes she just cursed your eyeballs, and you cried yourself to sleep.
*'''Avatar:''' Gosh, that's...kind of pathetic.
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*'''Robin:''' Gosh, that's...kind of pathetic.
 
*'''Noire:''' ...Yep. *sniff*
 
*'''Noire:''' ...Yep. *sniff*
*'''Avatar:''' B-but that was a different me, right? Just wait—I'll prove you can depend on me!
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*'''Robin:''' B-but that was a different me, right? Just wait—I'll prove you can depend on me!
 
*'''Noire:''' Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really can be different this time around. *sniiff*
 
*'''Noire:''' Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really can be different this time around. *sniiff*
   
====B Support====
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===B Support===
*'''Avatar:''' *Sniff* I'm sorry, Noire... I feel like I really let you down... *sniff*
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*'''Robin:''' *Sniff* I'm sorry, Noire... I feel like I really let you down... *sniff*
 
*'''Noire:''' It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning... But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.
 
*'''Noire:''' It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning... But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.
*'''Avatar:''' I'm not crying. *sniff* Your mother hit me with a five-day runny-nose curse.
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*'''Robin:''' I'm not crying. *sniff* Your mother hit me with a five-day runny-nose curse.
 
*'''Noire:''' Just like before...
 
*'''Noire:''' Just like before...
*'''Avatar:''' Urgh... You did say this was how it played out in the future... *sniff* Well, look at the bright side—at least your hex is broken now. *sniffle*
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*'''Robin:''' Urgh... You did say this was how it played out in the future... *sniff* Well, look at the bright side—at least your hex is broken now. *sniffle*
 
*'''Noire:''' Yep, juuust like before. You'd always come to my rescue by taking on Mother's curses yourself.
 
*'''Noire:''' Yep, juuust like before. You'd always come to my rescue by taking on Mother's curses yourself.
*'''Avatar:''' I guess some things were simply meant to be...
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*'''Robin:''' I guess some things were simply meant to be...
 
*'''Noire:''' Maybe you're right. Maybe we're all fated to trace the same path as we did before...
 
*'''Noire:''' Maybe you're right. Maybe we're all fated to trace the same path as we did before...
*'''Avatar:''' Hmm?
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*'''Robin:''' Hmm?
 
*'''Noire:''' My coming back didn't change you, Father. So why should it change anything? It'll all happen again. My parents will die, and I'll be left alone... Why did I even bother coming back if it means watching my life fall apart again? Why... *sniff*
 
*'''Noire:''' My coming back didn't change you, Father. So why should it change anything? It'll all happen again. My parents will die, and I'll be left alone... Why did I even bother coming back if it means watching my life fall apart again? Why... *sniff*
*'''Avatar:''' *Sniff* Oh, don't cry, sweetie.
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*'''Robin:''' *Sniff* Oh, don't cry, sweetie.
 
*'''Noire:''' FOOL! THESE ARE NO TEARS!
 
*'''Noire:''' FOOL! THESE ARE NO TEARS!
*'''Avatar:''' Er...sweetie?
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*'''Robin:''' Er...sweetie?
 
*'''Noire:''' Bwa ha ha! Such trifling matters cannot free the waters of my icy ducts, mortal! The only dribbling here is the unseemly nose flood seeping from your craven face!
 
*'''Noire:''' Bwa ha ha! Such trifling matters cannot free the waters of my icy ducts, mortal! The only dribbling here is the unseemly nose flood seeping from your craven face!
*'''Avatar:''' Noire?! What are you...
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*'''Robin:''' Noire?! What are you...
 
*'''Noire:''' *Ahem* ...I'm sorry, Father. I think I need to step out and clear my head...
 
*'''Noire:''' *Ahem* ...I'm sorry, Father. I think I need to step out and clear my head...
*'''Avatar:''' Noire, wait! There's no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*
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*'''Robin:''' Noire, wait! There's no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*
   
====A Support====
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===A Support===
*'''Avatar:''' Do you have a moment, Noire?
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*'''Robin:''' Do you have a moment, Noire?
 
*'''Noire:''' Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?
 
*'''Noire:''' Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?
*'''Avatar:''' Have a look.
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*'''Robin:''' Have a look.
 
*'''Noire:''' ...Eeeek! M-Mother's cursing implements! Gods, there's so many... Father, what are you planning to do to me?
 
*'''Noire:''' ...Eeeek! M-Mother's cursing implements! Gods, there's so many... Father, what are you planning to do to me?
*'''Avatar:''' Ha ha, nothing to you, Noire. I confiscated these from your mother so she couldn't put any more weird hexes on you.
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*'''Robin:''' Ha ha, nothing to you, Noire. I confiscated these from your mother so she couldn't put any more weird hexes on you.
 
*'''Noire:''' You...you took away Mother's tools? But...you never did anything like this before...
 
*'''Noire:''' You...you took away Mother's tools? But...you never did anything like this before...
*'''Avatar:''' Before, you said we couldn't change anything. That we're bound by fate. Well, I thought maybe I could lay that fear to rest. If I did something the future me couldn't, it would prove everything can change.
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*'''Robin:''' Before, you said we couldn't change anything. That we're bound by fate. Well, I thought maybe I could lay that fear to rest. If I did something the future me couldn't, it would prove everything can change.
 
*'''Noire:''' Hmm... I guess that's true. The father I knew wouldn't even get near these tools, let alone take them.
 
*'''Noire:''' Hmm... I guess that's true. The father I knew wouldn't even get near these tools, let alone take them.
*'''Avatar:''' I only changed because you came back to me. And together, we can change anything. All of us—you, me, your mother...everyone.
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*'''Robin:''' I only changed because you came back to me. And together, we can change anything. All of us—you, me, your mother...everyone.
 
*'''Noire:''' Just please don't ever leave me again.
 
*'''Noire:''' Just please don't ever leave me again.
*'''Avatar:''' Nothing's taking me away from you again. Not even death.
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*'''Robin:''' Nothing's taking me away from you again. Not even death.
 
*'''Noire:''' That's...a little much, perhaps? But thanks.
 
*'''Noire:''' That's...a little much, perhaps? But thanks.
*'''Avatar:''' Wait... Do you feel that? A sudden sense of foreboding; a fury rising from the shadows... A Risen ambush? No... Bears? Is it bears? No... Urk! I-it's your mother! And she's FURIOUS!
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*'''Robin:''' Wait... Do you feel that? A sudden sense of foreboding; a fury rising from the shadows... A Risen ambush? No... Bears? Is it bears? No... Urk! I-it's your mother! And she's FURIOUS!
 
*'''Noire:''' She must have realized you took all her toys.
 
*'''Noire:''' She must have realized you took all her toys.
*'''Avatar:''' Yikes! I'd better get outta here before I test that whole "not even death" promise... Bye, Noire! Love you!
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*'''Robin:''' Yikes! I'd better get outta here before I test that whole "not even death" promise... Bye, Noire! Love you!
 
*'''Noire:''' Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for the better!
 
*'''Noire:''' Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for the better!
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===With [[Avatar (Awakening)|Female Avatar]]===
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==With [[Robin|Female Robin]]==
====C Support====
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===C Support===
*'''Noire:''' ''Avatar''.
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*'''Noire:''' Robin.
*'''Avatar:''' Hello, Noire. What can I do for you?
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*'''Robin:''' Hello, Noire. What can I do for you?
 
*'''Noire:''' Oh, nothing. I just wanted to get a good look at you up close.
 
*'''Noire:''' Oh, nothing. I just wanted to get a good look at you up close.
*'''Avatar:''' Er, well, all right, I suppose. Can I ask what you're looking for?
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*'''Robin:''' Er, well, all right, I suppose. Can I ask what you're looking for?
 
*'''Noire:''' It's just that...you're so wonderful and amazing! *Sigh* I wish YOU were my mother.
 
*'''Noire:''' It's just that...you're so wonderful and amazing! *Sigh* I wish YOU were my mother.
*'''Avatar:''' Noire! Tharja's a fine young woman, and I'm sure she was...er, will be a fine mother.
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*'''Robin:''' Noire! Tharja's a fine young woman, and I'm sure she was...er, will be a fine mother.
 
*'''Noire:''' I don't know. She hardly seems like the paragon of caring motherhood.
 
*'''Noire:''' I don't know. She hardly seems like the paragon of caring motherhood.
*'''Avatar:''' Maybe you shouldn't hold her to such lofty standards. If you don't have an image of perfection, she'll seem a perfectly good candidate.
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*'''Robin:''' Maybe you shouldn't hold her to such lofty standards. If you don't have an image of perfection, she'll seem a perfectly good candidate.
 
*'''Noire:''' Yeah, maybe. But I still think you'd be LEAGUES better! Anyway, so I was wondering... Do you mind if I call you mom?
 
*'''Noire:''' Yeah, maybe. But I still think you'd be LEAGUES better! Anyway, so I was wondering... Do you mind if I call you mom?
*'''Avatar:''' Um... Er... I don't...
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*'''Robin:''' Um... Er... I don't...
 
*'''Noire:''' You're going to say no, aren't you?
 
*'''Noire:''' You're going to say no, aren't you?
*'''Avatar:''' I just think it would be...strange. People might get the wrong idea.
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*'''Robin:''' I just think it would be...strange. People might get the wrong idea.
 
*'''Noire:''' *Sniff*
 
*'''Noire:''' *Sniff*
*'''Avatar:''' Oh, for pity's sake, don't look at me with those woebegone eyes! Look, you can't call me mom, but if you want to hang around me, that's fine.
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*'''Robin:''' Oh, for pity's sake, don't look at me with those woebegone eyes! Look, you can't call me mom, but if you want to hang around me, that's fine.
 
*'''Noire:''' Really! Gosh, thanks SO much! I'll definitely start doing that!
 
*'''Noire:''' Really! Gosh, thanks SO much! I'll definitely start doing that!
 
*''(Noire leaves)''
 
*''(Noire leaves)''
*'''Avatar:''' Methinks there's more to this than she's letting on...
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*'''Robin:''' Methinks there's more to this than she's letting on...
   
====B Support====
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===B Support===
*'''Noire:''' H-hi, ''Avatar''. Do you mind if I stand close to you again?
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*'''Noire:''' H-hi, Robin. Do you mind if I stand close to you again?
*'''Avatar:''' No. I suppose not. But are you ever going to tell me what this whole mom thing is about?
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*'''Robin:''' No. I suppose not. But are you ever going to tell me what this whole mom thing is about?
*'''Noire:''' It's just that you're so strong and kind and charismatic. You're a true leader, both on and off the battlefield. You have this kindly maternal aura that cocoons everyone who comes near. But you also have a calm, commanding presence that makes people feel safe. You're like a mother to this whole entire army, ''Avatar''!
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*'''Noire:''' It's just that you're so strong and kind and charismatic. You're a true leader, both on and off the battlefield. You have this kindly maternal aura that cocoons everyone who comes near. But you also have a calm, commanding presence that makes people feel safe. You're like a mother to this whole entire army, Robin!
*'''Avatar:''' Gracious! I don't think I've ever been paid such an extravagant compliment. But Noire, I'm still so young. I don't think I'm half the person you think I am.
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*'''Robin:''' Gracious! I don't think I've ever been paid such an extravagant compliment. But Noire, I'm still so young. I don't think I'm half the person you think I am.
 
*'''Noire:''' You say you're young, but how can you know for sure? You have no memories at all, right? So who knows when you were born?
 
*'''Noire:''' You say you're young, but how can you know for sure? You have no memories at all, right? So who knows when you were born?
*'''Avatar:''' Huh. Well, I suppose I could be an old crone and just not know it. At least I'm aging well.
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*'''Robin:''' Huh. Well, I suppose I could be an old crone and just not know it. At least I'm aging well.
 
*'''Noire:''' Besides, it doesn't matter if you're old! ...At least not to me. I still think you're a perfect mother.
 
*'''Noire:''' Besides, it doesn't matter if you're old! ...At least not to me. I still think you're a perfect mother.
*'''Avatar:''' Noire, what happened to Tharja in the future?
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*'''Robin:''' Noire, what happened to Tharja in the future?
 
*'''Noire:''' She died. Just like all the other mothers. Every last one of them.
 
*'''Noire:''' She died. Just like all the other mothers. Every last one of them.
*'''Avatar:''' Gods have mercy...
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*'''Robin:''' Gods have mercy...
 
*'''Noire:''' A lot of fathers died first because they were on the front lines. Then the Risen started picking off the rest of us one by one.
 
*'''Noire:''' A lot of fathers died first because they were on the front lines. Then the Risen started picking off the rest of us one by one.
*'''Avatar:''' ...I see. That explains why you're seeking a new mother.
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*'''Robin:''' ...I see. That explains why you're seeking a new mother.
*'''Noire:''' Yeah, I guess. Anyway, thanks for listening to me, ''Avatar''. I'd...better go now.
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*'''Noire:''' Yeah, I guess. Anyway, thanks for listening to me, Robin. I'd...better go now.
 
*''(Noire leaves)''
 
*''(Noire leaves)''
*'''Avatar:''' Oh, Noire...
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*'''Robin:''' Oh, Noire...
   
====A Support====
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===A Support===
*'''Noire:''' ''Avatar''. You're awake!
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*'''Noire:''' Robin. You're awake!
*'''Avatar:''' Huh? Noire? Was I sleeping? ...Wait, where am I?
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*'''Robin:''' Huh? Noire? Was I sleeping? ...Wait, where am I?
 
*'''Noire:''' You're in the nursing tent. You collapsed all of a sudden. The healers say you have thin blood or something.
 
*'''Noire:''' You're in the nursing tent. You collapsed all of a sudden. The healers say you have thin blood or something.
*'''Avatar:''' Was it you who found and brought me here?
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*'''Robin:''' Was it you who found and brought me here?
 
*'''Noire:''' Yes. I haven't left your side since you arrived. I've spent a lot of time in this tent, so I kind of know how things work.
 
*'''Noire:''' Yes. I haven't left your side since you arrived. I've spent a lot of time in this tent, so I kind of know how things work.
*'''Avatar:''' Thank you for taking care of me.
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*'''Robin:''' Thank you for taking care of me.
 
*'''Noire:''' Aw, you don't need to thank me. It was an honor.
 
*'''Noire:''' Aw, you don't need to thank me. It was an honor.
*'''Avatar:''' I've been working hard lately—perhaps the exhaustion is catching up to me. Still, I'll have to find a solution. I don't have the luxury of being ill!
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*'''Robin:''' I've been working hard lately—perhaps the exhaustion is catching up to me. Still, I'll have to find a solution. I don't have the luxury of being ill!
 
*'''Noire:''' Oh gods, I'm SO sorry! This is all my fault! It's because of me that you worked yourself to the point of collapse!
 
*'''Noire:''' Oh gods, I'm SO sorry! This is all my fault! It's because of me that you worked yourself to the point of collapse!
*'''Avatar:''' Er, actually you didn't have anything to do with—
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*'''Robin:''' Er, actually you didn't have anything to do with—
*'''Noire:''' Yes, I did! Don't try to deny it! It's because I told you that you were like our mother, isn't it? You have to take care of yourself, ''Avatar''! You have to! Don't take all of our burdens on your own shoulders.
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*'''Noire:''' Yes, I did! Don't try to deny it! It's because I told you that you were like our mother, isn't it? You have to take care of yourself, Robin! You have to! Don't take all of our burdens on your own shoulders.
*'''Avatar:''' ......
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*'''Robin:''' ......
 
*'''Noire:''' And if you ever need a shoulder to lean on, you can just come talk to me.
 
*'''Noire:''' And if you ever need a shoulder to lean on, you can just come talk to me.
*'''Avatar:''' You really are a kind soul, Noire. I feel better already knowing that you're around to look after me.
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*'''Robin:''' You really are a kind soul, Noire. I feel better already knowing that you're around to look after me.
 
*'''Noire:''' Hee hee! Me too!
 
*'''Noire:''' Hee hee! Me too!
*'''Avatar:''' It's strange to have a whole camp full of my very own grown-up children. But it's a wonderful feeling to have so many people that care for me.
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*'''Robin:''' It's strange to have a whole camp full of my very own grown-up children. But it's a wonderful feeling to have so many people that care for me.
 
*'''Noire:''' We DO care for you! ...Especially me.
 
*'''Noire:''' We DO care for you! ...Especially me.
   
===With [[Frederick]] (Father)===
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==With [[Frederick]] (Father)==
====C Support====
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===C Support===
 
*'''Noire:''' *Sniff* *sniffle*
 
*'''Noire:''' *Sniff* *sniffle*
 
*'''Frederick:''' Noire? What's wrong? Why are you crying?
 
*'''Frederick:''' Noire? What's wrong? Why are you crying?
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*'''Noire:''' Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really can be different this time around. *sniiiff*
 
*'''Noire:''' Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really can be different this time around. *sniiiff*
   
====B Support====
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===B Support===
 
*'''Frederick:''' *Sniff* I'm sorry, Noire... It would seem I've let you down... *sniff*
 
*'''Frederick:''' *Sniff* I'm sorry, Noire... It would seem I've let you down... *sniff*
 
*'''Noire:''' It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning... But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.
 
*'''Noire:''' It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning... But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.
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*'''Frederick:''' Noire, wait! There's no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*
 
*'''Frederick:''' Noire, wait! There's no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*
   
====A Support====
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===A Support===
 
*'''Frederick:''' Do you have a moment, Noire?
 
*'''Frederick:''' Do you have a moment, Noire?
 
*'''Noire:''' Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?
 
*'''Noire:''' Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?
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*'''Noire:''' Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for the better!
 
*'''Noire:''' Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for the better!
   
===With [[Virion]] (Father)===
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==With [[Virion]] (Father)==
====C Support====
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===C Support===
 
*'''Noire:''' *Sniff* *sniffle*
 
*'''Noire:''' *Sniff* *sniffle*
 
*'''Virion:''' Noire? Good heavens, what is it? Why are you crying?
 
*'''Virion:''' Noire? Good heavens, what is it? Why are you crying?
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*'''Noire:''' Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really can be different this time around. *sniiiff*
 
*'''Noire:''' Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really can be different this time around. *sniiiff*
   
====B Support====
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===B Support===
 
*'''Virion:''' *Sniff* Gods, how embarrassing. Especially for a noble like myself... *sniff*
 
*'''Virion:''' *Sniff* Gods, how embarrassing. Especially for a noble like myself... *sniff*
 
*'''Noire:''' It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning... But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.
 
*'''Noire:''' It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning... But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.
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*'''Virion:''' Noire, wait! There's no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*
 
*'''Virion:''' Noire, wait! There's no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*
   
====A Support====
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===A Support===
 
*'''Virion:''' Do you have a moment, Noire?
 
*'''Virion:''' Do you have a moment, Noire?
 
*'''Noire:''' Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?
 
*'''Noire:''' Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?
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*'''Noire:''' Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for the better!
 
*'''Noire:''' Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for the better!
   
===With [[Stahl]] (Father)===
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==With [[Stahl]] (Father)==
====C Support====
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===C Support===
 
*'''Noire:''' *Sniff* *sniffle*
 
*'''Noire:''' *Sniff* *sniffle*
 
*'''Stahl:''' Noire? What's wrong? Why are you crying?
 
*'''Stahl:''' Noire? What's wrong? Why are you crying?
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*'''Noire:''' Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really can be different this time around. *sniiiff*
 
*'''Noire:''' Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really can be different this time around. *sniiiff*
   
====B Support====
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===B Support===
 
*'''Stahl:''' *Sniff* I'm sorry, Noire... I feel like I really let you down... *sniff*
 
*'''Stahl:''' *Sniff* I'm sorry, Noire... I feel like I really let you down... *sniff*
 
*'''Noire:''' It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning... But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.
 
*'''Noire:''' It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning... But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.
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*'''Stahl:''' Noire, wait! There's no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*
 
*'''Stahl:''' Noire, wait! There's no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*
   
====A Support====
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===A Support===
 
*'''Stahl:''' Do you have a moment, Noire?
 
*'''Stahl:''' Do you have a moment, Noire?
 
*'''Noire:''' Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?
 
*'''Noire:''' Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?
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*'''Noire:''' Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for the better!
 
*'''Noire:''' Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for the better!
   
===With [[Vaike]] (Father)===
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==With [[Vaike]] (Father)==
====C Support====
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===C Support===
 
*'''Noire:''' *Sniff* *sniffle*
 
*'''Noire:''' *Sniff* *sniffle*
 
*'''Vaike:''' Noire? What's wrong? Why are ya cryin'?
 
*'''Vaike:''' Noire? What's wrong? Why are ya cryin'?
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*'''Vaike:''' Gods. That's...kind of pathetic.
 
*'''Vaike:''' Gods. That's...kind of pathetic.
 
*'''Noire:''' ...Yep. *sniff*
 
*'''Noire:''' ...Yep. *sniff*
*'''Vaike:''' B-but that was a different me, right? Just wait--I'll prove ya can depend on me!
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*'''Vaike:''' B-but that was a different me, right? Just wait—I'll prove ya can depend on me!
 
*'''Noire:''' Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really can be different this time around. *sniiiff*
 
*'''Noire:''' Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really can be different this time around. *sniiiff*
   
====B Support====
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===B Support===
 
*'''Vaike:''' *Sniff* Sorry, Noire... Looks like the Vaike letcha down... *sniff*
 
*'''Vaike:''' *Sniff* Sorry, Noire... Looks like the Vaike letcha down... *sniff*
 
*'''Noire:''' It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning... But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.
 
*'''Noire:''' It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning... But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.
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*'''Vaike:''' Noire, wait! Ain't no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*
 
*'''Vaike:''' Noire, wait! Ain't no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*
   
====A Support====
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===A Support===
 
*'''Vaike:''' Ya got a moment, Noire?
 
*'''Vaike:''' Ya got a moment, Noire?
 
*'''Noire:''' Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?
 
*'''Noire:''' Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?
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*'''Vaike:''' Before, ya said we couldn't change anything. That we're bound by fate. Well, I thought maybe I could lay that fear to rest. If I did something the future me couldn't, it would prove everything can change.
 
*'''Vaike:''' Before, ya said we couldn't change anything. That we're bound by fate. Well, I thought maybe I could lay that fear to rest. If I did something the future me couldn't, it would prove everything can change.
 
*'''Noire:''' Hmm... I guess that's true. The father I knew wouldn't even get near these tools, let alone take them.
 
*'''Noire:''' Hmm... I guess that's true. The father I knew wouldn't even get near these tools, let alone take them.
*'''Vaike:''' I only changed because ya came back to me. And together, we can change anything. All of us--you, me, your mother...everyone.
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*'''Vaike:''' I only changed because ya came back to me. And together, we can change anything. All of us—you, me, your mother...everyone.
 
*'''Noire:''' Just please don't ever leave me again.
 
*'''Noire:''' Just please don't ever leave me again.
 
*'''Vaike:''' Nothing's takin' me away from ya again. Not even death!
 
*'''Vaike:''' Nothing's takin' me away from ya again. Not even death!
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*'''Noire:''' Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for the better!
 
*'''Noire:''' Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for the better!
   
===With [[Kellam]] (Father)===
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==With [[Kellam]] (Father)==
 
===C Support===
 
*'''Noire:''' *Sniff* *sniffle*
 
*'''Kellam:''' Noire? What's wrong? Why are you crying?
 
*'''Noire:''' *Sniff* I'm not... Mother cursed me to have a *sniff* runny nose for three days straight.
 
*'''Kellam:''' That's... an oddly specific hex. But wait, why would she do that in the first place?
 
*'''Noire:''' It's nothing new. *sniffle* Mother is always trying out some new spell or another. Every time she comes up with one, she *sniiiff* uses me as her guinea pig.
 
*'''Kellam:''' Poor dear... Here, take my handkerchief.
 
*'''Noire:''' Th-thank you... *HOOONK!*
 
*'''Kellam:''' I can't let you suffer like this for three whole days... Don't worry, Noire. I'll have a talk with your mother and get this cleared up.
 
*'''Noire:''' Er...are you sure? That never really worked out for you in the future. Every time you talked back, Mother cursed you up to your eyeballs. ...Or sometimes she just cursed your eyeballs, and you cried yourself to sleep.
 
*'''Kellam:''' Gosh, that's.. kind of pathetic...
 
*'''Noire:''' ...Yep. *sniff*
 
*'''Kellam:''' B-but that was a different me, right? Just wait—I'll prove you can depend on me!
 
*'''Noire:''' Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really can be different this time around. *sniiiff*
   
==== C Support ====
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===B Support===
* '''Noire:''' *Sniff* *sniffle*
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*'''Kellam:''' *Sniff* I'm sorry, Noire... I feel like I really let you down... *sniff*
 
*'''Noire:''' It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning... But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.
* '''Kellam:''' Noire? What's wrong? Why are you crying?
 
* '''Noire:''' *Sniff* I'm not... Mother cursed me to have a *sniff* runny nose for three days straight.
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*'''Kellam:''' I'm not crying. *sniff* Your mother hit me with a five-day runny-nose curse.
 
*'''Noire:''' Just like before...
* '''Kellam:''' That's... an oddly specific hex. But wait, why would she do that in the first place?
 
 
*'''Kellam:''' Urgh... You did say this was how it played out in the future... *sniff* Well, look at the bright side—at least your hex is broken now. *sniffle*
* '''Noire:''' It's nothing new. *sniffle* Mother is always trying out some new spell or another. Every time she comes up with one, she *sniiiff* uses me as her guinea pig.
 
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*'''Noire:''' Yep, juuust like before. You'd always come to my rescue by taking on Mother's curses yourself.
* '''Kellam:''' Poor dear... Here, take my handkerchief.
 
 
*'''Kellam:''' I guess some things were simply meant to be...
* '''Noire:''' Th-thank you... *HOOONK!*
 
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*'''Noire:''' Maybe you're right. Maybe we're all fated to trace the same path as we did before...
* '''Kellam:''' I can't let you suffer like this for three whole days... Don't worry, Noire. I'll have a talk with your mother and get this cleared up.
 
 
*'''Kellam:''' Hmm?
* '''Noire:''' Er... are you sure? That never really worked out for you in the future. Every time you talked back, Mother cursed you up to your eyeballs. ...Or sometimes she just cursed your eyeballs, and you cried yourself to sleep.
 
 
*'''Noire:''' My coming back didn't change you, Father. So why should it change anything? It'll all happen again. My parents will die, and I'll be left alone... Why did I even bother coming back if it means watching my life fall apart again? Why... *sniff*
* '''Kellam:''' Gosh, that's.. kind of pathetic...
 
 
*'''Kellam:''' *Sniff* Oh, don't cry, sweetie...
* '''Noire:''' ...Yep. *sniff*
 
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*'''Noire:''' FOOL! THESE ARE NO TEARS!
* '''Kellam:''' B-but that was a different me, right? Just wait--I'll prove you can depend on me!
 
 
*'''Kellam:''' Er... sweetie?
* '''Noire:''' Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really can be different this time around. *sniiiff*
 
 
*'''Noire:''' Bwa ha ha! Such trifling matters cannot free the waters of my icy ducts, mortal! The only dribbling here is the unseemly nose flood seeping from your craven face!
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*'''Kellam:''' Noire?! What are you...
 
*'''Noire:''' *Ahem* ...I'm sorry, Father. I think I need to step out and clear my head...
 
*''(Noire leaves)''
 
*'''Kellam:''' Noire, wait! There's no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*
   
==== B Support ====
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===A Support===
* '''Kellam:''' *Sniff* I'm sorry, Noire... I feel like I really let you down... *sniff*
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*'''Kellam:''' Do you have a moment, Noire?
 
*'''Noire:''' Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?
* '''Noire:''' It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning... But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.
 
* '''Kellam:''' I'm not crying. *sniff* Your mother hit me with a five-day runny-nose curse.
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*'''Kellam:''' Have a look.
 
*'''Noire:''' ...Eeeek! M-Mother's cursing implements! Gods, there's so many... Father, what are you planning to do to me?
* '''Noire:''' Just like before...
 
 
*'''Kellam:''' Hah, nothing to you, Noire. I confiscated these from your mother so she couldn't put any more weird hexes on you.
* '''Kellam:''' Urgh... You did say this was how it played out in the future... *sniff* Well, look at the bright side--at least your hex is broken now. *sniffle*
 
* '''Noire:''' Yep, juuust like before. You'd always come to my rescue by taking on Mother's curses yourself.
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*'''Noire:''' You...you took away Mother's tools? But...you never did anything like this before...
 
*'''Kellam:''' Before, you said we couldn't anything. That we're bound by fate. Well, I thought maybe I could lay that fear to rest... If I did something the future me couldn't, it would prove everything can change.
* '''Kellam:''' I guess some things were simply meant to be...
 
* '''Noire:''' Maybe you're right. Maybe we're all fated to trace the same path as we did before...
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*'''Noire:''' Hmm... I guess that's true. The father I knew wouldn't even get near these tools, let alone take them.
 
*'''Kellam:''' I only changed because you came back to me... And together, we can change anything. All of us—you, me, your mother... everyone.
* '''Kellam:''' Hmm?
 
 
*'''Noire:''' Just please don't ever leave me again.
* '''Noire:''' My coming back didn't change you, Father. So why should it change anything? It'll all happen again. My parents will die, and I'll be left alone... Why did I even bother coming back if it means watching my life fall apart again? Why... *sniff*
 
* '''Kellam:''' *Sniff* Oh, don't cry, sweetie...
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*'''Kellam:''' Nothing's taking me away from you again. Not even death.
* '''Noire:''' FOOL! THESE ARE NO TEARS!
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*'''Noire:''' That's...a little much, perhaps? But thanks.
 
*'''Kellam:''' Wait... Do you feel that? A sudden sense of foreboding; a fury rising from the shadows... A Risen ambush? No... Bears? Is it bears? No... Urk! I-it's your mother! And she's FURIOUS!
* '''Kellam:''' Er... sweetie?
 
 
*'''Noire:''' She must have realized you took all her toys.
* '''Noire:''' Bwa ha ha! Such trifling matters cannot free the waters of my icy ducts, mortal! The only dribbling here is the unseemly nose flood seeping from your craven face!
 
 
*'''Kellam:''' Oh, man... I'd better get outta here before I test that whole "not even death" promise... Bye, Noire! Love you!
* '''Kellam:''' Noire?! What are you...
 
 
*''(Kellam leaves)''
* '''Noire:''' *Ahem* ...I'm sorry, Father. I think I need to step out and clear my head...
 
 
*'''Noire:''' Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for the better!
* ''(Noire leaves)''
 
* '''Kellam:''' Noire, wait! There's no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*
 
   
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==With [[Donnel]] (Father)==
==== A Support ====
 
 
===C Support===
* '''Kellam:''' Do you have a moment, Noire?
 
* '''Noire:''' Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?
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*'''Noire:''' *Sniff* *sniffle*
* '''Kellam:''' Have a look.
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*'''Donnel:''' What's wrong, Noire? Why ya cryin'?
* '''Noire:''' ...Eeeek! M-Mother's cursing implements! Gods, there's so many... Father, what are you planning to do to me?
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*'''Noire:''' *Sniff* I'm not... Mother cursed me to have a *sniff* runny nose for three days straight.
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*'''Donnel:''' Now why'd she go and do that? ... And why a snifflin' nose, of all things?
* '''Kellam:''' Hah, nothing to you, Noire. I confiscated these from your mother so she couldn't put any more weird hexes on you.
 
 
*'''Noire:''' It's nothing new. *sniffle* Mother is always trying out some new spell or another. Every time she comes up with one, she *sniiiff* uses me as her guinea pig.
* '''Noire:''' You... you took away Mother's tools? But... you never did anything like this before...
 
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*'''Donnel:''' Poor thing... Here, take m'lucky handkerchief.
* '''Kellam:''' Before, you said we couldn't anything. That we're bound by fate. Well, I thought maybe I could lay that fear to rest... If I did something the future me couldn't, it would prove everything can change.
 
 
*'''Noire:''' Th-thank you... *HOOONK!*
* '''Noire:''' Hmm... I guess that's true. The father I knew wouldn't even get near these tools, let alone take them.
 
 
*'''Donnel:''' I can't letcha suffer like this for three whole days! Don't worry, Noire. I'll have me a talk with yer ma and get this cleared up.
* '''Kellam:''' I only changed because you came back to me... And together, we can change anything. All of us--you, me, your mother... everyone.
 
 
*'''Noire:''' Er...are you sure? That never really worked out for you in the future. Every time you talked back, Mother cursed you up to your eyeballs. ...Or sometimes she just cursed your eyeballs, and you cried yourself to sleep.
* '''Noire:''' Just please don't ever leave me again.
 
 
*'''Donnel:''' Golly, that's right pathetic...
* '''Kellam:''' Nothing's taking me away from you again. Not even death.
 
* '''Noire:''' That's... a little much, perhaps? But thanks.
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*'''Noire:''' ...Yep. *sniff*
 
*'''Donnel:''' B-but that was a different me, right? Just wait—I'll prove ya can depend on me!
* '''Kellam:''' Wait... Do you feel that? A sudden sense of foreboding; a fury rising from the shadows... A Risen ambush? No... Bears? Is it bears? No... Urk! I-it's your mother! And she's FURIOUS!
 
 
*'''Noire:''' Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really can be different this time around. *sniiiff*
* '''Noire:''' She must have realized you took all her toys.
 
* '''Kellam:''' Oh, man... I'd better get outta here before I test that whole "not even death" promise... Bye, Noire! Love you!
 
* ''(Kellam leaves)''
 
* '''Noire:''' Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for the better!
 
   
===With [[Donnel]] (Father)===
+
===B Support===
  +
*'''Donnel:''' *Sniff* I'm dreadful sorry, Noire... I feel like I really let ya down... *sniff*
====C Support====
 
 
*'''Noire:''' It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning... But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.
* '''Noire:''' *Sniff* *sniffle*
 
* '''Donnel:''' What's wrong, Noire? Why ya cryin'?
+
*'''Donnel:''' I ain't cryin'. *sniff* Yer ma hit me with a five-day runny-nose curse.
 
*'''Noire:''' Just like before...
* '''Noire:''' *Sniff* I'm not... Mother cursed me to have a *sniff* runny nose for three days straight.
 
* '''Donnel:''' Now why'd she go and do that? ... And why a snifflin' nose, of all things?
+
*'''Donnel:''' Urgh... Ya did warn me this was how it used to play out in the future... But look at the bright side—at least yer hex is broken! *sniffle*
  +
*'''Noire:''' Yep, juuust like before. You'd always come to my rescue by taking on Mother's curses yourself.
* '''Noire:''' It's nothing new. *sniffle* Mother is always trying out some new spell or another. Every time she comes up with one, she *sniiiff* uses me as her guinea pig.
 
* '''Donnel:''' Poor thing... Here, take m'lucky handkerchief.
+
*'''Donnel:''' I guess some things were just meant to be...
  +
*'''Noire:''' Maybe you're right. Maybe we're all fated to trace the same path as we did before...
* '''Noire:''' Th-thank you... *HOOONK!*
 
 
*'''Donnel:''' How's that now?
* '''Donnel:''' I can't letcha suffer like this for three whole days! Don't worry, Noire. I'll have me a talk with yer ma and get this cleared up.
 
 
*'''Noire:''' My coming back didn't change you, Father. So why should it change anything? It'll all happen again. My parents will die, and I'll be left alone... Why did I even bother coming back if it means watching my life fall apart again? Why... *sniff*
* '''Noire:''' Er... are you sure? That never really worked out for you in the future. Every time you talked back, Mother cursed you up to your eyeballs. ...Or sometimes she just cursed your eyeballs, and you cried yourself to sleep.
 
* '''Donnel:''' Golly, that's right pathetic...
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*'''Donnel:''' *Sniff* Aw, don't cry, sweet pea.
* '''Noire:''' ...Yep. *sniff*
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*'''Noire:''' FOOL! THESE ARE NO TEARS!
 
*'''Donnel:''' Er...sweet pea?
* '''Donnel:''' B-but that was a different me, right? Just wait--I'll prove ya can depend on me!
 
 
*'''Noire:''' Bwa ha ha! Such trifling matters cannot free the waters of my icy ducts, mortal! The only dribbling here is the unseemly nose flood seeping from your craven face!
* '''Noire:''' Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really can be different this time around. *sniiiff*
 
 
*'''Donnel:''' What in the heck?!
 
*'''Noire:''' *Ahem* ...I'm sorry, Father. I think I need to step out and clear my head...
 
*''(Noire leaves)''
 
*'''Donnel:''' Noire, wait! There ain't no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*
   
====B Support====
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===A Support===
* '''Donnel:''' *Sniff* I'm dreadful sorry, Noire... I feel like I really let ya down... *sniff*
+
*'''Donnel:''' Ya have a moment, Noire?
  +
*'''Noire:''' Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?
* '''Noire:''' It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning... But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.
 
* '''Donnel:''' I ain't cryin'. *sniff* Yer ma hit me with a five-day runny-nose curse.
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*'''Donnel:''' Have a look.
  +
*'''Noire:''' ...Eeeek! M-Mother's cursing implements! Gods, there's so many... Father, what are you planning to do to me?
* '''Noire:''' Just like before...
 
 
*'''Donnel:''' Hah! Nothin' to you, Noire. I done stole these from yer ma what so she can't be puttin' weird hexes on ya.
* '''Donnel:''' Urgh... Ya did warn me this was how it used to play out in the future... But look at the bright side--at least yer hex is broken! *sniffle*
 
* '''Noire:''' Yep, juuust like before. You'd always come to my rescue by taking on Mother's curses yourself.
+
*'''Noire:''' You...you took away Mother's tools? But...you never did anything like this before...
 
*'''Donnel:''' 'Fore, ya said we couldn't change nothin'. That we was bound by fate. I reckoned I'd see if I couldn't lay that ol' fear to rest. If I did somethin' the future me couldn't, it would prove that stuff can change.
* '''Donnel:''' I guess some things were just meant to be...
 
* '''Noire:''' Maybe you're right. Maybe we're all fated to trace the same path as we did before...
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*'''Noire:''' Hmm... I guess that's true. The father I knew wouldn't even get near these tools, let alone take them.
 
*'''Donnel:''' I only changed 'cause ya came back to me. And together, we can change anythin'. All of us—you, me, your ma...everyone.
* '''Donnel:''' How's that now?
 
 
*'''Noire:''' Just please don't ever leave me again.
* '''Noire:''' My coming back didn't change you, Father. So why should it change anything? It'll all happen again. My parents will die, and I'll be left alone... Why did I even bother coming back if it means watching my life fall apart again? Why... *sniff*
 
* '''Donnel:''' *Sniff* Aw, don't cry, sweet pea.
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*'''Donnel:''' Nothing's takin' me away from ya again. Not even death!
* '''Noire:''' FOOL! THESE ARE NO TEARS!
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*'''Noire:''' That's...a little much, perhaps? But thanks.
 
*'''Donnel:''' Say, do you feel that? A sudden rush of forebodin' fury comin' from them shadows? A Risen ambush? No... Bears? Is it bears? No... Urk! I-it's yer ma! And she's FURIOUS!
* '''Donnel:''' Er... sweet pea?
 
 
*'''Noire:''' She must have realized you took all her toys.
* '''Noire:''' Bwa ha ha! Such trifling matters cannot free the waters of my icy ducts, mortal! The only dribbling here is the unseemly nose flood seeping from your craven face!
 
 
*'''Donnel:''' *Gulp* I better skedaddle 'fore I test that whole "not even death" promise... Bye for now, Noire! Love ya!
* '''Donnel:''' What in the heck?!
 
 
*''(Donnel leaves)''
* '''Noire:''' *Ahem* ...I'm sorry, Father. I think I need to step out and clear my head...
 
 
*'''Noire:''' Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for the better!
* ''(Noire leaves)''
 
* '''Donnel:''' Noire, wait! There ain't no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*
 
 
====A Support====
 
* '''Donnel:''' Ya have a moment, Noire?
 
* '''Noire:''' Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?
 
* '''Donnel:''' Have a look.
 
* '''Noire:'''  ...Eeeek! M-Mother's cursing implements! Gods, there's so many... Father, what are you planning to do to me?
 
* '''Donnel:''' Hah! Nothin' to you, Noire. I done stole these from yer ma what so she can't be puttin' weird hexes on ya.
 
* '''Noire:''' You... you took away Mother's tools? But... you never did anything like this before...
 
* '''Donnel:''' 'Fore, ya said we couldn't change nothin'. That we was bound by fate. I reckoned I'd see if I couldn't lay that ol' fear to rest. If I did somethin' the future me couldn't, it would prove that stuff can change.
 
* '''Noire:''' Hmm... I guess that's true. The father I knew wouldn't even get near these tools, let alone take them.
 
* '''Donnel:''' I only changed 'cause ya came back to me. And together, we can change anythin'. All of us--you, me, your ma... everyone.
 
* '''Noire:''' Just please don't ever leave me again.
 
* '''Donnel:''' Nothing's takin' me away from ya again. Not even death!
 
* '''Noire:''' That's... a little much, perhaps? But thanks.
 
* '''Donnel:''' Say, do you feel that? A sudden rush of forebodin' fury comin' from them shadows? A Risen ambush? No... Bears? Is it bears? No... Urk! I-it's yer ma! And she's FURIOUS!
 
* '''Noire:''' She must have realized you took all her toys.
 
* '''Donnel:''' *Gulp* I better skedaddle 'fore I test that whole "not even death" promise... Bye for now, Noire! Love ya!
 
* ''(Donnel leaves)''
 
* '''Noire:''' Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for the better!
 
   
===With [[Lon'qu]] (Father)===
+
==With [[Lon'qu]] (Father)==
====C Support====
+
===C Support===
 
*'''Noire:''' *Sniff* *sniffle*
 
*'''Noire:''' *Sniff* *sniffle*
 
*'''Lon'qu:''' What's wrong? Why are you crying?
 
*'''Lon'qu:''' What's wrong? Why are you crying?
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*'''Noire:''' Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really can be different this time around. *sniiiff*
 
*'''Noire:''' Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really can be different this time around. *sniiiff*
   
====B Support====
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===B Support===
 
*'''Lon'qu:''' *Sniff* I'm sorry, Noire... It seems I let you down... *sniff*
 
*'''Lon'qu:''' *Sniff* I'm sorry, Noire... It seems I let you down... *sniff*
 
*'''Noire:''' It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning... But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.
 
*'''Noire:''' It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning... But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.
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*'''Lon'qu:''' Noire, wait! There's no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*
 
*'''Lon'qu:''' Noire, wait! There's no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*
   
====A Support====
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===A Support===
 
*'''Lon'qu:''' Do you have a moment, Noire?
 
*'''Lon'qu:''' Do you have a moment, Noire?
 
*'''Noire:''' Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?
 
*'''Noire:''' Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?
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*'''Noire:''' Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for the better!
 
*'''Noire:''' Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for the better!
   
===With [[Ricken]] (Father)===
+
==With [[Ricken]] (Father)==
====C Support====
+
===C Support===
 
*'''Noire:''' *Sniff* *sniffle*
 
*'''Noire:''' *Sniff* *sniffle*
 
*'''Ricken:''' Noire? What's wrong? Why are you crying?
 
*'''Ricken:''' Noire? What's wrong? Why are you crying?
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*'''Noire:''' Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really can be different this time around. *sniiiff*
 
*'''Noire:''' Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really can be different this time around. *sniiiff*
   
====B Support====
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===B Support===
 
*'''Ricken:''' *Sniff* I'm sorry, Noire... I feel like I really let you down... *sniff*
 
*'''Ricken:''' *Sniff* I'm sorry, Noire... I feel like I really let you down... *sniff*
 
*'''Noire:''' It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning... But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.
 
*'''Noire:''' It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning... But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.
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*'''Ricken:''' Noire, wait! There's no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*
 
*'''Ricken:''' Noire, wait! There's no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*
   
====A Support====
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===A Support===
 
*'''Ricken:''' Do you have a minute, Noire?
 
*'''Ricken:''' Do you have a minute, Noire?
 
*'''Noire:''' Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?
 
*'''Noire:''' Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?
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*'''Noire:''' Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for the better!
 
*'''Noire:''' Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for the better!
   
===With [[Gaius]] (Father)===
+
==With [[Gaius]] (Father)==
====C Support====
+
===C Support===
 
*'''Noire:''' *Sniff* *sniffle*
 
*'''Noire:''' *Sniff* *sniffle*
 
*'''Gaius:''' Noire? What's wrong? Why are you crying?
 
*'''Gaius:''' Noire? What's wrong? Why are you crying?
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*'''Noire:''' Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really can be different this time around. *sniiiff*
 
*'''Noire:''' Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really can be different this time around. *sniiiff*
   
====B Support====
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===B Support===
 
*'''Gaius:''' *Sniff* Sorry, Noire... Looks like I let you down... *sniff*
 
*'''Gaius:''' *Sniff* Sorry, Noire... Looks like I let you down... *sniff*
 
*'''Noire:''' It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning... But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.
 
*'''Noire:''' It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning... But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.
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*'''Gaius:''' Noire, wait! There's no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*
 
*'''Gaius:''' Noire, wait! There's no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*
   
====A Support====
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===A Support===
 
*'''Gaius:''' Got a minute, Noire?
 
*'''Gaius:''' Got a minute, Noire?
 
*'''Noire:''' Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?
 
*'''Noire:''' Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?
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*'''Noire:''' Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for the better!
 
*'''Noire:''' Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for the better!
   
===With [[Gregor]] (Father)===
+
==With [[Gregor]] (Father)==
====C Support====
+
===C Support===
 
*'''Noire:''' *Sniff* *sniffle*
 
*'''Noire:''' *Sniff* *sniffle*
 
*'''Gregor:''' Noire? What is wrong? Why do you make with the crying?
 
*'''Gregor:''' Noire? What is wrong? Why do you make with the crying?
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*'''Noire:''' Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really can be different this time around. *sniiff*
 
*'''Noire:''' Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really can be different this time around. *sniiff*
   
====B Support====
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===B Support===
 
*'''Gregor:''' *Sniff* Gregor is sorry, Noire... Plan was big failure... *sniff*
 
*'''Gregor:''' *Sniff* Gregor is sorry, Noire... Plan was big failure... *sniff*
 
*'''Noire:''' It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning... But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.
 
*'''Noire:''' It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning... But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.
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*'''Gregor:''' Noire, wait! Is no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*
 
*'''Gregor:''' Noire, wait! Is no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*
   
====A Support====
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===A Support===
 
*'''Gregor:''' Hello , Noire. You have moment, yes?
 
*'''Gregor:''' Hello , Noire. You have moment, yes?
 
*'''Noire:''' Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?
 
*'''Noire:''' Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?
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*'''Noire:''' Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for the better!
 
*'''Noire:''' Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for the better!
   
===With [[Libra]] (Father)===
+
==With [[Libra]] (Father)==
====C Support====
+
===C Support===
 
*'''Noire:''' *Sniff* *sniffle*
 
*'''Noire:''' *Sniff* *sniffle*
 
*'''Libra:''' Noire? What's wrong? Why are you crying?
 
*'''Libra:''' Noire? What's wrong? Why are you crying?
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*'''Noire:''' Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really can be different this time around. *sniiiff*
 
*'''Noire:''' Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really can be different this time around. *sniiiff*
   
====B Support====
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===B Support===
 
*'''Libra:''' *Sniff* I'm sorry, Noire... I feel like I really let you down... *sniff*
 
*'''Libra:''' *Sniff* I'm sorry, Noire... I feel like I really let you down... *sniff*
 
*'''Noire:''' It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning... But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.
 
*'''Noire:''' It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning... But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.
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*'''Libra:''' Noire, wait! There's no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*
 
*'''Libra:''' Noire, wait! There's no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*
   
====A Support====
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===A Support===
 
*'''Libra: '''Do you have a moment, Noire?
 
*'''Libra: '''Do you have a moment, Noire?
 
*'''Noire:''' Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?
 
*'''Noire:''' Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?
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*'''Noire:''' Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for the better!
 
*'''Noire:''' Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for the better!
   
===With [[Tharja]] (Mother)===
+
==With [[Tharja]] (Mother)==
====C Support====
+
===C Support===
 
*'''Tharja:''' You there.
 
*'''Tharja:''' You there.
 
*'''Noire:''' Eep?! M-Mother! Did you need something?
 
*'''Noire:''' Eep?! M-Mother! Did you need something?
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*'''Noire:''' Eeeek!
 
*'''Noire:''' Eeeek!
   
====B Support====
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===B Support===
 
*'''Tharja:''' Why doesn't it work?! We're performing the rites in perfect sync!
 
*'''Tharja:''' Why doesn't it work?! We're performing the rites in perfect sync!
 
*'''Noire:''' Hmm... Still no use, then.
 
*'''Noire:''' Hmm... Still no use, then.
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*'''Tharja:''' Hmm, yes. Yes, you will...
 
*'''Tharja:''' Hmm, yes. Yes, you will...
   
====A Support====
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===A Support===
 
*'''Noire:''' I've assembled the last of the implements for the rite, Mother. I'm finally going to learn to cast hexes. I'll make a useful assistant yet, just watch!
 
*'''Noire:''' I've assembled the last of the implements for the rite, Mother. I'm finally going to learn to cast hexes. I'll make a useful assistant yet, just watch!
 
*'''Tharja:''' ......
 
*'''Tharja:''' ......
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*'''Noire:''' Oh yes, ma'am!
 
*'''Noire:''' Oh yes, ma'am!
   
===With [[Henry]] (Father)===
+
==With [[Henry]] (Father)==
====C Support====
+
===C Support===
 
*'''Noire:''' *Sniff* *sniffle*
 
*'''Noire:''' *Sniff* *sniffle*
 
*'''Henry:''' Hey-o, Noire! What's wrong? Why are you crying?
 
*'''Henry:''' Hey-o, Noire! What's wrong? Why are you crying?
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*'''Noire:''' Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really can be different this time around. *sniiiff*
 
*'''Noire:''' Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really can be different this time around. *sniiiff*
   
====B Support====
+
===B Support===
 
*'''Henry:''' *Sniff* I'm sorry, Noire... I feel like I really let you down... *sniff*
 
*'''Henry:''' *Sniff* I'm sorry, Noire... I feel like I really let you down... *sniff*
 
*'''Noire:''' It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning... But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.
 
*'''Noire:''' It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning... But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.
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*'''Henry:''' Noire, wait! There's no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*
 
*'''Henry:''' Noire, wait! There's no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*
   
====A Support====
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===A Support===
 
*'''Henry:''' Got a second, Noire?
 
*'''Henry:''' Got a second, Noire?
 
*'''Noire:''' Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?
 
*'''Noire:''' Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?
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*'''Noire:''' Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for the better!
 
*'''Noire:''' Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for the better!
   
===With [[Owain]]===
+
==With [[Owain]]==
====C Support====
+
===C Support===
 
*'''Noire:''' Hnnnnrrrggghhh!
 
*'''Noire:''' Hnnnnrrrggghhh!
 
*'''Owain:''' Whoa, Noire! That's an awful heavy load you've got. What are you up to?
 
*'''Owain:''' Whoa, Noire! That's an awful heavy load you've got. What are you up to?
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*'''Noire:''' Um, "confections." It's pronounced... N-never mind. Thanks, Owain. I'll try not to let you down.
 
*'''Noire:''' Um, "confections." It's pronounced... N-never mind. Thanks, Owain. I'll try not to let you down.
   
====B Support====
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===B Support===
 
*'''Owain:''' Hey, Noire! I'm here to put some cake in my belly!
 
*'''Owain:''' Hey, Noire! I'm here to put some cake in my belly!
 
*'''Noire:''' Eep! O-Owain! Hello...
 
*'''Noire:''' Eep! O-Owain! Hello...
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*'''Owain:''' S-sure, why not?!
 
*'''Owain:''' S-sure, why not?!
   
====A Support====
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===A Support===
 
*'''Owain:''' Hey, Noire!
 
*'''Owain:''' Hey, Noire!
 
*'''Noire:''' Eep! H-hello, Owain...
 
*'''Noire:''' Eep! H-hello, Owain...
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*'''Owain:''' I don't want to know!
 
*'''Owain:''' I don't want to know!
   
====S Support====
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===S Support===
 
*'''Noire:''' O-Owain! I made another cake!
 
*'''Noire:''' O-Owain! I made another cake!
 
*'''Owain:''' You did? Can I have a bite? Please? Pretty please?!
 
*'''Owain:''' You did? Can I have a bite? Please? Pretty please?!
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*'''Noire:''' Hee hee!
 
*'''Noire:''' Hee hee!
   
===With [[Inigo]]===
+
==With [[Inigo]]==
====C Support====
+
===C Support===
 
*'''Inigo:''' Aaah! S-somebody help! Heeelp! N-Noire's gonna kill me!
 
*'''Inigo:''' Aaah! S-somebody help! Heeelp! N-Noire's gonna kill me!
 
*'''Noire:''' Dum de dum de do...
 
*'''Noire:''' Dum de dum de do...
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*'''Inigo:''' Wait! Stop! Just think of all the ladies who will be deprived of— Aaaaaugh! Help meeeeee!
 
*'''Inigo:''' Wait! Stop! Just think of all the ladies who will be deprived of— Aaaaaugh! Help meeeeee!
   
====B Support====
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===B Support===
 
*'''Inigo:''' Hmm... Back to the market today, perhaps? I saw a couple of ladies ripe for—
 
*'''Inigo:''' Hmm... Back to the market today, perhaps? I saw a couple of ladies ripe for—
 
*'''Noire:''' What are you up to, Inigo?
 
*'''Noire:''' What are you up to, Inigo?
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*'''Noire:''' INSOLENT FOOL! RETURN TO ME AT ONCE!
 
*'''Noire:''' INSOLENT FOOL! RETURN TO ME AT ONCE!
   
====A Support====
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===A Support===
 
*'''Noire:''' Inigooo! Where are yoooooou?! You can run, but you can't hide... Hmm... Probably off chasing skirts again. I just hope there's no repeat of last time...
 
*'''Noire:''' Inigooo! Where are yoooooou?! You can run, but you can't hide... Hmm... Probably off chasing skirts again. I just hope there's no repeat of last time...
 
*'''Inigo:''' What happened last time?
 
*'''Inigo:''' What happened last time?
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*'''Inigo:''' Phew... I thought I was a dead man. I'm just glad she put the bow down before she lost it there...
 
*'''Inigo:''' Phew... I thought I was a dead man. I'm just glad she put the bow down before she lost it there...
   
====S Support====
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===S Support===
 
*'''Inigo:''' There you are. I was looking for you.
 
*'''Inigo:''' There you are. I was looking for you.
 
*'''Noire:''' Did you need something?
 
*'''Noire:''' Did you need something?
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*'''Inigo:''' Aaaaaah! Have mercy! I repent! I repeeent!
 
*'''Inigo:''' Aaaaaah! Have mercy! I repent! I repeeent!
   
===With [[Brady]]===
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==With [[Brady]]==
====C Support====
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===C Support===
 
*'''Noire:''' Oh, this is so embarrassing. Alone on a cot in the medical tent. ...Again! Honestly, everyone is being silly. I was just a little light headed.
 
*'''Noire:''' Oh, this is so embarrassing. Alone on a cot in the medical tent. ...Again! Honestly, everyone is being silly. I was just a little light headed.
 
*''(Scene transition)''
 
*''(Scene transition)''
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*'''Noire:''' Heh, yeah... W-well, I hope you feel better soon.
 
*'''Noire:''' Heh, yeah... W-well, I hope you feel better soon.
   
====B Support====
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===B Support===
*'''Brady:''' Ugh, genius move, Brady. You're a regular ''Avatar''! Leg heals up just in time to get sent back here for another boneheaded injury...
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*'''Brady:''' Ugh, genius move, Brady. You're a regular Robin! Leg heals up just in time to get sent back here for another boneheaded injury...
 
*'''Noire:''' Hee hee! Looks like we're neighbors again.
 
*'''Noire:''' Hee hee! Looks like we're neighbors again.
 
*'''Brady:''' Am I a court jester? Do I amuse you? 'Cause I ain't laughing! What kind of idiot blocks a hit and pulls his groin while falling on his ass? You couldn't come up with a more pathetic injury if you tried!
 
*'''Brady:''' Am I a court jester? Do I amuse you? 'Cause I ain't laughing! What kind of idiot blocks a hit and pulls his groin while falling on his ass? You couldn't come up with a more pathetic injury if you tried!
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*'''Brady:''' All right, so I spoke too soon. There IS a more pathetic injury...
 
*'''Brady:''' All right, so I spoke too soon. There IS a more pathetic injury...
   
====A Support====
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===A Support===
 
*'''Brady:''' Ugh, how many times does this make?
 
*'''Brady:''' Ugh, how many times does this make?
 
*'''Noire:''' Heh! And it's always the two of us. This is getting to be our spot!
 
*'''Noire:''' Heh! And it's always the two of us. This is getting to be our spot!
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*'''Brady:''' You said it, sister!
 
*'''Brady:''' You said it, sister!
   
====S Support====
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===S Support===
 
*'''Brady:''' Urgh... Back to the tent of shame...
 
*'''Brady:''' Urgh... Back to the tent of shame...
 
*'''Noire:''' Ah! Brady, are you all right? What happened?
 
*'''Noire:''' Ah! Brady, are you all right? What happened?
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*'''Brady:''' Me, too! Though some of that's probably the healing magic kickin' in...
 
*'''Brady:''' Me, too! Though some of that's probably the healing magic kickin' in...
   
===With [[Severa]]===
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==With [[Severa]]==
====C Support====
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===C Support===
 
*'''Noire:''' Um, so, Severa? I have to... Er... Do you mind?
 
*'''Noire:''' Um, so, Severa? I have to... Er... Do you mind?
 
*'''Severa:''' Isn't it time you learned to do this by yourself?
 
*'''Severa:''' Isn't it time you learned to do this by yourself?
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*'''Noire:''' I think I know what you meant.
 
*'''Noire:''' I think I know what you meant.
   
====B Support====
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===B Support===
 
*'''Noire:''' Hngh... I-it hurts...
 
*'''Noire:''' Hngh... I-it hurts...
 
*'''Severa:''' Noire?! Are you all right?
 
*'''Severa:''' Noire?! Are you all right?
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*'''Severa:''' Gods, she is such a handful! And why is it always my hands she's filling?!
 
*'''Severa:''' Gods, she is such a handful! And why is it always my hands she's filling?!
   
====A Support====
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===A Support===
 
*'''Noire:''' Severa, I am so, so sorry! It was an accident! Honest!
 
*'''Noire:''' Severa, I am so, so sorry! It was an accident! Honest!
 
*'''Severa:''' Gods, it's fine...It's just some spilled stew.
 
*'''Severa:''' Gods, it's fine...It's just some spilled stew.
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*'''Noire:''' Heh, it's a deal!
 
*'''Noire:''' Heh, it's a deal!
   
===With [[Gerome]]===
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==With [[Gerome]]==
====C Support====
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===C Support===
 
*'''Noire:''' Phew! I'm exhausted!
 
*'''Noire:''' Phew! I'm exhausted!
 
*'''Gerome:''' ......
 
*'''Gerome:''' ......
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*'''Noire:''' No, no. It's okay, you don't have to... Oh. He's gone. That's...mildly disturbing. W-wait! Could it be that someone sent him to spy on me? Because then... Oh no!
 
*'''Noire:''' No, no. It's okay, you don't have to... Oh. He's gone. That's...mildly disturbing. W-wait! Could it be that someone sent him to spy on me? Because then... Oh no!
   
====B Support====
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===B Support===
 
*'''Noire:''' H-hey, Gerome.
 
*'''Noire:''' H-hey, Gerome.
 
*'''Gerome:''' ......
 
*'''Gerome:''' ......
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*'''Noire:''' ...... Aw, crackers! I scared him away again!
 
*'''Noire:''' ...... Aw, crackers! I scared him away again!
   
====A Support====
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===A Support===
 
*'''Noire:''' Hey-ho... Oomph! Ungh... This crate's...so heavy...
 
*'''Noire:''' Hey-ho... Oomph! Ungh... This crate's...so heavy...
 
*'''Gerome:''' Noire?!
 
*'''Gerome:''' Noire?!
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*'''Noire:''' Hee hee! Thanks, Gerome!
 
*'''Noire:''' Hee hee! Thanks, Gerome!
   
====S Support====
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===S Support===
 
*'''Noire:''' Hello again. Seems like I've been seeing a lot of you recently.
 
*'''Noire:''' Hello again. Seems like I've been seeing a lot of you recently.
 
*'''Gerome:''' *Cough* Just wondering if there's anything I can...help you with.
 
*'''Gerome:''' *Cough* Just wondering if there's anything I can...help you with.
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*'''Noire:''' Well that would be a lovely change of pace! Hee hee!
 
*'''Noire:''' Well that would be a lovely change of pace! Hee hee!
   
===With [[Morgan (Awakening)|Morgan]] (Male)===
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==With [[Morgan (Awakening)|Morgan]] (Male)==
====C Support====
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===C Support===
 
*'''Noire:''' Aah! Aiiieee! N-no, stop! STOP! STAY AWAY!
 
*'''Noire:''' Aah! Aiiieee! N-no, stop! STOP! STAY AWAY!
 
*'''Morgan:''' What?! ...That's Noire! Noire, hold on!
 
*'''Morgan:''' What?! ...That's Noire! Noire, hold on!
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*'''Noire:''' M-maybe not...too many of them... Er, Morgan? Wait, Morgan, I... Hello?
 
*'''Noire:''' M-maybe not...too many of them... Er, Morgan? Wait, Morgan, I... Hello?
   
====B Support====
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===B Support===
 
*'''Morgan:''' Oh, Noire!
 
*'''Morgan:''' Oh, Noire!
 
*'''Noire:''' Mmm? Hello, Morgan. Wh-what's in the big cage?
 
*'''Noire:''' Mmm? Hello, Morgan. Wh-what's in the big cage?
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*'''Noire:''' Screeching...moth? They screech?! Wait a minute, why would a moth ever need to screech?!
 
*'''Noire:''' Screeching...moth? They screech?! Wait a minute, why would a moth ever need to screech?!
   
====A Support====
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===A Support===
 
*'''Morgan:''' Hey, Noire.
 
*'''Morgan:''' Hey, Noire.
 
*'''Noire:''' Oh, hello, Morg— Wait. Why do you have a cage? ...What's in the cage, Morgan?!
 
*'''Noire:''' Oh, hello, Morg— Wait. Why do you have a cage? ...What's in the cage, Morgan?!
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*'''Noire:''' Oh, thank you, Morgan!
 
*'''Noire:''' Oh, thank you, Morgan!
   
====S Support====
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===S Support===
 
*'''Noire:''' Eeeeek, I take it back! I can't do it!
 
*'''Noire:''' Eeeeek, I take it back! I can't do it!
 
*'''Morgan:''' S-sorry! Okay, taking it away now! I guess it's still a little early for the big guys, huh?
 
*'''Morgan:''' S-sorry! Okay, taking it away now! I guess it's still a little early for the big guys, huh?
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*'''Noire:''' E-enough talk about bugs! You'll ruin the moment!
 
*'''Noire:''' E-enough talk about bugs! You'll ruin the moment!
   
===With [[Morgan (Awakening)|Morgan]] (Female)===
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==With [[Morgan (Awakening)|Morgan]] (Female)==
====C Support====
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===C Support===
 
*'''Noire:''' Heh heh heh ha ha ha ha...
 
*'''Noire:''' Heh heh heh ha ha ha ha...
 
*'''Morgan:''' Hm? What was that?
 
*'''Morgan:''' Hm? What was that?
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*'''Morgan:''' She always seemed so quiet and gentle...
 
*'''Morgan:''' She always seemed so quiet and gentle...
   
====B Support====
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===B Support===
 
*'''Noire:''' Heh heh heh ha ha ha ha...
 
*'''Noire:''' Heh heh heh ha ha ha ha...
 
*'''Morgan:''' Oh, geez... Not again.
 
*'''Morgan:''' Oh, geez... Not again.
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*'''Noire:''' Oh, well that's... Wait, how is that different?
 
*'''Noire:''' Oh, well that's... Wait, how is that different?
   
====A Support====
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===A Support===
 
*'''Noire:''' Dum tee dum doo... Tra la la tee da...
 
*'''Noire:''' Dum tee dum doo... Tra la la tee da...
 
*'''Morgan:''' Heya, Noire.
 
*'''Morgan:''' Heya, Noire.
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*'''Noire:''' R-right!
 
*'''Noire:''' R-right!
   
===With [[Morgan (Awakening)|Morgan]] (Female) (Daughter)===
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==With [[Morgan (Awakening)|Morgan]] (Female) (Daughter)==
====C Support====
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===C Support===
 
*'''Morgan:''' Hmm... I wonder why I have no memory of my mother... All my memories of Father are so crisp and clear... I remember what an amazing tactician he was, all the time we studied together... But nothing at all about my mother. It's one big blank.
 
*'''Morgan:''' Hmm... I wonder why I have no memory of my mother... All my memories of Father are so crisp and clear... I remember what an amazing tactician he was, all the time we studied together... But nothing at all about my mother. It's one big blank.
 
*'''Noire:''' Eek! Morgan, what are you doing here?
 
*'''Noire:''' Eek! Morgan, what are you doing here?
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*'''Noire:''' Sh-she's so full of energy...
 
*'''Noire:''' Sh-she's so full of energy...
   
====B Support====
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===B Support===
 
*'''Morgan:''' Mother? Do you have a moment?
 
*'''Morgan:''' Mother? Do you have a moment?
 
*'''Noire:''' Of course, Morgan.
 
*'''Noire:''' Of course, Morgan.
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*'''Morgan:''' Sure... I'm still a little dizzy from banging the post earlier, to be honest... But this doesn't end here! I'm not giving up until I remember you, Mother!
 
*'''Morgan:''' Sure... I'm still a little dizzy from banging the post earlier, to be honest... But this doesn't end here! I'm not giving up until I remember you, Mother!
   
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===A Support===
 
*'''Morgan:''' *Sigh* No luck today, either... I'm going crazy trying to remember you. I feel so useless! I'm just so... *sniff* Why can't I... *sob*
 
*'''Morgan:''' *Sigh* No luck today, either... I'm going crazy trying to remember you. I feel so useless! I'm just so... *sniff* Why can't I... *sob*
 
*'''Noire:''' Come now, Morgan. No tears...
 
*'''Noire:''' Come now, Morgan. No tears...
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*'''Morgan:''' Aw... Thanks, Mom.
 
*'''Morgan:''' Aw... Thanks, Mom.
   
===With [[Morgan (Awakening)|Morgan]] (Female) (Sister)===
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==With [[Morgan (Awakening)|Morgan]] (Female) (Sister)==
====C Support====
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===C Support===
*'''Morgan:''' Let's see here... Birthday? May 5th... Favorite colors? Blue and purple... Favorite food? Probably bear meat...
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*'''Morgan:''' Let's see here... Birthday? May 5... Favorite colors? Blue and purple... Favorite food? Probably bear meat...
 
*'''Noire:''' What are you mumbling about over there, Morgan?
 
*'''Noire:''' What are you mumbling about over there, Morgan?
 
*'''Morgan:''' Least favorite food? Veggies, apparently. Don't seem to mind them now, though...
 
*'''Morgan:''' Least favorite food? Veggies, apparently. Don't seem to mind them now, though...
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*'''Morgan:''' Heh, right!
 
*'''Morgan:''' Heh, right!
   
====B Support====
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===B Support===
 
*'''Noire:''' Whew! Managed to survive another day... I think I'll hit the hay a bit ear...ly? Is someone passed out over there? Wait, is that Morgan?!
 
*'''Noire:''' Whew! Managed to survive another day... I think I'll hit the hay a bit ear...ly? Is someone passed out over there? Wait, is that Morgan?!
 
*'''Morgan:''' Nn...nngh...
 
*'''Morgan:''' Nn...nngh...
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*'''Noire:''' I am NOT doing that!
 
*'''Noire:''' I am NOT doing that!
   
====A Support====
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===A Support===
 
*'''Noire:''' Hey Morgan, I'm headed into town. Want to come along?
 
*'''Noire:''' Hey Morgan, I'm headed into town. Want to come along?
 
*'''Morgan:''' I'd love to! Is there something in particular you need?
 
*'''Morgan:''' I'd love to! Is there something in particular you need?
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*'''Morgan:''' Right... You're right! Thanks, Sis!
 
*'''Morgan:''' Right... You're right! Thanks, Sis!
   
===With [[Yarne]]===
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==With [[Yarne]]==
====C Support====
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===C Support===
 
*'''Yarne:''' *Huff* *pant* N-Noire! You've got to...h-help me!
 
*'''Yarne:''' *Huff* *pant* N-Noire! You've got to...h-help me!
 
*'''Noire:''' Eeep! Y-Yarne, what's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost!
 
*'''Noire:''' Eeep! Y-Yarne, what's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost!
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*'''Yarne:''' Shhhh! I think someone's coming!
 
*'''Yarne:''' Shhhh! I think someone's coming!
   
====B Support====
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===B Support===
 
*'''Yarne:''' Hey, Noire! I brought you a little treat today.
 
*'''Yarne:''' Hey, Noire! I brought you a little treat today.
 
*'''Noire:''' Oh, is that a fruit tart? It looks scrumptious! This must have been hard to find, given the state of things. What's the occasion?
 
*'''Noire:''' Oh, is that a fruit tart? It looks scrumptious! This must have been hard to find, given the state of things. What's the occasion?
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*'''Yarne:''' Y-yeah...
 
*'''Yarne:''' Y-yeah...
   
====A Support====
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===A Support===
 
*'''Yarne:''' Hey, Noire! I brought some cake this time! Want to split it with me?
 
*'''Yarne:''' Hey, Noire! I brought some cake this time! Want to split it with me?
 
*'''Noire:''' I'd love to, but I'm afraid I can't. I have to prepare for combat.
 
*'''Noire:''' I'd love to, but I'm afraid I can't. I have to prepare for combat.
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*'''Yarne:''' She's so tiny. And she's trembling, for crying out loud! ...Gods, what a craven. I'm in here hiding while she fights for a better future. That's it! No more being a coward! I'm volunteering for today's battle too! Hey! Noire, wait up! I'm coming tooooo!
 
*'''Yarne:''' She's so tiny. And she's trembling, for crying out loud! ...Gods, what a craven. I'm in here hiding while she fights for a better future. That's it! No more being a coward! I'm volunteering for today's battle too! Hey! Noire, wait up! I'm coming tooooo!
   
====S Support====
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===S Support===
 
*'''Noire:''' Combat again? I'm already shaking... But if there's some way I can help, I need to muster up my courage to do it!
 
*'''Noire:''' Combat again? I'm already shaking... But if there's some way I can help, I need to muster up my courage to do it!
 
*'''Yarne:''' H-hey, Noire!
 
*'''Yarne:''' H-hey, Noire!
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*'''Noire:''' I'm right beside you!
 
*'''Noire:''' I'm right beside you!
   
===With [[Laurent]]===
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==With [[Laurent]]==
====C Support====
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===C Support===
 
*'''Noire:''' All right... On to the next task.
 
*'''Noire:''' All right... On to the next task.
 
*'''Laurent:''' You seem exceptionally busy, Noire. What has you so occupied?
 
*'''Laurent:''' You seem exceptionally busy, Noire. What has you so occupied?
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*'''Laurent:''' Thanks are not required. I insisted, did I not?
 
*'''Laurent:''' Thanks are not required. I insisted, did I not?
   
====B Support====
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===B Support===
 
*'''Laurent:''' How are you feeling, Noire? Taking care not to overexert yourself, I trust?
 
*'''Laurent:''' How are you feeling, Noire? Taking care not to overexert yourself, I trust?
 
*'''Noire:''' I'm fine, thank you. I've been feeling quite well for some time now.
 
*'''Noire:''' I'm fine, thank you. I've been feeling quite well for some time now.
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*'''Noire:''' Look, would you... Can you just... ...Fine. I'll eat more.
 
*'''Noire:''' Look, would you... Can you just... ...Fine. I'll eat more.
   
====A Support====
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===A Support===
 
*'''Laurent:''' Noire, might I have a moment?
 
*'''Laurent:''' Noire, might I have a moment?
 
*'''Noire:''' What? Why? What did I do now?
 
*'''Noire:''' What? Why? What did I do now?
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*'''Noire:''' Ah! Oh, dear, I think I... I think I lost control again. Laurent must think me a monster! Oh, this is so embarrassing!
 
*'''Noire:''' Ah! Oh, dear, I think I... I think I lost control again. Laurent must think me a monster! Oh, this is so embarrassing!
   
====S Support====
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===S Support===
 
*'''Noire:''' I still feel terrible for exploding at Laurent like that. He was concerned for me, and I...
 
*'''Noire:''' I still feel terrible for exploding at Laurent like that. He was concerned for me, and I...
 
*'''Laurent:''' Erm, Noire?
 
*'''Laurent:''' Erm, Noire?
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*'''Laurent:''' Could you try saying that more forcefully? ...Perhaps insult me a little?
 
*'''Laurent:''' Could you try saying that more forcefully? ...Perhaps insult me a little?
 
*'''Noire:''' Oh dear...this is going to take some getting used to...
 
*'''Noire:''' Oh dear...this is going to take some getting used to...
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Revision as of 20:33, 25 February 2019

With Male Robin

C Support

  • Noire: *Siiigh*
  • Robin: Something on your mind, Noire?
  • Noire: Eep! Oh, Robin! N-no, nothing... Just a bit tired, I suppose.
  • Robin: Then you should rest up and take a nap. We don't have anything planned for today.
  • Noire: Is that so? Yes, perhaps I'll do as you suggest. Hmm, but...
  • Robin: No buts! Whatever you're worried about can clearly wait. You always push yourself too hard, Noire. I'm sure the exhaustion's just built up.
  • Noire: B-but it's hardly fair to rest while the others are still working! Otherwise I'm only holding everyone back.
  • Robin: Well, do what you have to do, but just promise me you'll take care of yourself.
  • Noire: I will. I'm...sorry you had to see me like this.

B Support

  • Noire: *Siiigh*
  • Robin: What's wrong, Noire? Tired again?
  • Noire: N-no, that's not it. Well, I AM tired, but...
  • Robin: Yes?
  • Noire: I was trying to think of ways I might grow a bit...sturdier. So lately I've been watching the other girls and trying to identify differences.
  • Robin: And have you found any?
  • Noire: Well, the others are healthier, obviously, and their bodies seem more resilient. Also, their figures are just a little bit more...robust.
  • Robin: Phrased with the delicacy of a diplomat! Er, and I suppose you would be on the...slight side?
  • Noire: Slight? Ha! I'm skin and bone! I fall over in a stiff breeze! They're all so full of energy; it's like staring into the sun... They make me feel like a troll! ...Er, if trolls were scrawny. Oh, what do you think I should do, Robin?!
  • Robin: W-well, I do think you have a tendency to worry more than most... And that stress is bound to harm the body in one way or another...
  • Noire: INSOLENCE! HOW DARE YOU CLAIM ME DECREPIT!
  • Robin: Whoa! N-no, Noire! Never! I didn't say anything like that!
  • Noire: THEN SPEAK, MORTAL! WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE ME DO?!
  • Robin: W-well... *ahem* They say that clothes make the man, right? Perhaps they can make the wo-man, as well? Why not try getting into the role form-first?
  • Noire: Oh! So you think I should maybe dress more...festively?
  • Robin: Y-yes! That's the perfect word! Festive! Maybe that will energize you a bit?
  • Noire: ...Huh. Well, I guess I'll consider it.

A Support

  • Noire: *Siiigh*
  • Robin: Still sighing away, Noire?
  • Noire: Oh. Hello...
  • Robin: Troubles still not resolved, then?
  • Noire: I wanted to take your advice, but...I don't know what consitutes festive attire.
  • Robin: Ah. Well, even if you had, I'm not sure where you'd find any, with the war and all...
  • Noire: Is there no way to become more girly? I just want to shine like all the others, even for a day...
  • Robin: Well, worrying about it isn't going to help. Worry might just be your biggest enemy. Why don't you try unwinding a little? Go do something you enjoy!
  • Noire: I see. Yes, perhaps I'll treat myself to... Um, to what, exactly?
  • Robin: Why not head into town and enjoy a nice meal?
  • Noire: I couldn't be the only one to enjoy such luxury! Not in times like this.
  • Robin: Aww, live a little. You like sweets, right? I don't think anyone could fault you for indulging in a little cake or two.
  • Noire: You're sure?
  • Robin: Sure I am! And if you really don't want to be the only one eating, I'll go with you.
  • Noire: You...wouldn't mind?
  • Robin: Eating cake? Only if you twist my arm! ...So, it's a date? Next time we're in town, we'll swing by the bakery and see what's on offer. Agreed?
  • Noire: Agreed!

S Support

  • Robin: Everything all right, Noire? You seem down.
  • Noire: Eep! ...Oh. Robin. No, just the same-old, same-old. Thinking about how to be more vibrant... How to be more like the other girls... It just seems so hopeless! I feel like I haven't made a bit of progress...
  • Robin: Hmm, well... W-well... Have you tried falling in love?
  • Noire: Wh-what?
  • Robin: They say a woman's never as radiant as when she's in love. Why not give it a try? If, um... Well, you know. I guess you'd need to find someone special first...
  • Noire: W-well, I... I suppose I think I might...have someone in mind... There's someone who... Well, he's always listening to me and offering advice... *Mumble, mumble*
  • Robin: ...Sorry? I didn't catch that.
  • Noire: *Mumble* ...You really want to know?
  • Robin: Huh? Well, sure.
  • Noire: Well, all right... Here goes...
  • Robin: Hmm?
  • Noire: It's... It's you, Robin. I...love...you.
  • Robin: What?
  • Noire: I SAID I LOVE YOU, FOOL OF A MAN!
  • Robin: Gah! S-sorry! I'm sorry! I heard you! I was just surprised! ...Er, so did you mean it? This isn't something to feel more vibrant?
  • Noire: No, I mean it! Of course I mean it! I've had feelings for you from the start.
  • Robin: Wow. Really?
  • Noire: YES, REALLY, FLESHLING!
  • Robin: ...... Heh... Ha ha. Aaaaaah ha ha ha!
  • Noire: H-hey! What's so funny?!
  • Robin: Ha ha ha! Ha ha... I'm sorry. All this talk of being vibrant and such... Who could be more vibrant than you?! Don't change a thing, Noire. I think you're amazing just as you are. Delicate and sweet, always more worried about others than yourself... And prone to the occasional...flight of fancy, shall we say? I love it all.
  • Noire: You really mean that?!
  • Robin: Of course I do, Noire! So stop pushing yourself to become someone you're not... And let's enjoy the amazing person you already are.
  • Noire: I... Oh, Robin... Thank you.
  • Noire: You fill me with the strength I never thought to have. Please, stay with me always...

With Male Robin (Father)

C Support

  • Noire: *Sniff* *sniffle*
  • Robin: Noire? What's wrong? Why are you crying?
  • Noire: *Sniff* I'm not... Mother cursed me to have a *sniff* runny nose for three days straight.
  • Robin: That's...an oddly specific hex. But wait, why would she do that in the first place?
  • Noire: It's nothing new. *sniffle* Mother is always trying out some new spell or another. Every time she comes up with one, she *sniffle* uses me as her guinea pig.
  • Robin: Poor dear... Here, take my handkerchief.
  • Noire: Th-thank you...*HOOONK!*
  • Robin: I can't let you suffer like this for three whole days... Don't worry, Noire. I'll have a talk with your mother and get this cleared up.
  • Noire: Er...are you sure? That never really worked out for you in the future. Every time you talked back, Mother cursed you up to your eyeballs... Or sometimes she just cursed your eyeballs, and you cried yourself to sleep.
  • Robin: Gosh, that's...kind of pathetic.
  • Noire: ...Yep. *sniff*
  • Robin: B-but that was a different me, right? Just wait—I'll prove you can depend on me!
  • Noire: Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really can be different this time around. *sniiff*

B Support

  • Robin: *Sniff* I'm sorry, Noire... I feel like I really let you down... *sniff*
  • Noire: It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning... But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.
  • Robin: I'm not crying. *sniff* Your mother hit me with a five-day runny-nose curse.
  • Noire: Just like before...
  • Robin: Urgh... You did say this was how it played out in the future... *sniff* Well, look at the bright side—at least your hex is broken now. *sniffle*
  • Noire: Yep, juuust like before. You'd always come to my rescue by taking on Mother's curses yourself.
  • Robin: I guess some things were simply meant to be...
  • Noire: Maybe you're right. Maybe we're all fated to trace the same path as we did before...
  • Robin: Hmm?
  • Noire: My coming back didn't change you, Father. So why should it change anything? It'll all happen again. My parents will die, and I'll be left alone... Why did I even bother coming back if it means watching my life fall apart again? Why... *sniff*
  • Robin: *Sniff* Oh, don't cry, sweetie.
  • Noire: FOOL! THESE ARE NO TEARS!
  • Robin: Er...sweetie?
  • Noire: Bwa ha ha! Such trifling matters cannot free the waters of my icy ducts, mortal! The only dribbling here is the unseemly nose flood seeping from your craven face!
  • Robin: Noire?! What are you...
  • Noire: *Ahem* ...I'm sorry, Father. I think I need to step out and clear my head...
  • Robin: Noire, wait! There's no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*

A Support

  • Robin: Do you have a moment, Noire?
  • Noire: Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?
  • Robin: Have a look.
  • Noire: ...Eeeek! M-Mother's cursing implements! Gods, there's so many... Father, what are you planning to do to me?
  • Robin: Ha ha, nothing to you, Noire. I confiscated these from your mother so she couldn't put any more weird hexes on you.
  • Noire: You...you took away Mother's tools? But...you never did anything like this before...
  • Robin: Before, you said we couldn't change anything. That we're bound by fate. Well, I thought maybe I could lay that fear to rest. If I did something the future me couldn't, it would prove everything can change.
  • Noire: Hmm... I guess that's true. The father I knew wouldn't even get near these tools, let alone take them.
  • Robin: I only changed because you came back to me. And together, we can change anything. All of us—you, me, your mother...everyone.
  • Noire: Just please don't ever leave me again.
  • Robin: Nothing's taking me away from you again. Not even death.
  • Noire: That's...a little much, perhaps? But thanks.
  • Robin: Wait... Do you feel that? A sudden sense of foreboding; a fury rising from the shadows... A Risen ambush? No... Bears? Is it bears? No... Urk! I-it's your mother! And she's FURIOUS!
  • Noire: She must have realized you took all her toys.
  • Robin: Yikes! I'd better get outta here before I test that whole "not even death" promise... Bye, Noire! Love you!
  • Noire: Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for the better!

With Female Robin

C Support

  • Noire: Robin.
  • Robin: Hello, Noire. What can I do for you?
  • Noire: Oh, nothing. I just wanted to get a good look at you up close.
  • Robin: Er, well, all right, I suppose. Can I ask what you're looking for?
  • Noire: It's just that...you're so wonderful and amazing! *Sigh* I wish YOU were my mother.
  • Robin: Noire! Tharja's a fine young woman, and I'm sure she was...er, will be a fine mother.
  • Noire: I don't know. She hardly seems like the paragon of caring motherhood.
  • Robin: Maybe you shouldn't hold her to such lofty standards. If you don't have an image of perfection, she'll seem a perfectly good candidate.
  • Noire: Yeah, maybe. But I still think you'd be LEAGUES better! Anyway, so I was wondering... Do you mind if I call you mom?
  • Robin: Um... Er... I don't...
  • Noire: You're going to say no, aren't you?
  • Robin: I just think it would be...strange. People might get the wrong idea.
  • Noire: *Sniff*
  • Robin: Oh, for pity's sake, don't look at me with those woebegone eyes! Look, you can't call me mom, but if you want to hang around me, that's fine.
  • Noire: Really! Gosh, thanks SO much! I'll definitely start doing that!
  • (Noire leaves)
  • Robin: Methinks there's more to this than she's letting on...

B Support

  • Noire: H-hi, Robin. Do you mind if I stand close to you again?
  • Robin: No. I suppose not. But are you ever going to tell me what this whole mom thing is about?
  • Noire: It's just that you're so strong and kind and charismatic. You're a true leader, both on and off the battlefield. You have this kindly maternal aura that cocoons everyone who comes near. But you also have a calm, commanding presence that makes people feel safe. You're like a mother to this whole entire army, Robin!
  • Robin: Gracious! I don't think I've ever been paid such an extravagant compliment. But Noire, I'm still so young. I don't think I'm half the person you think I am.
  • Noire: You say you're young, but how can you know for sure? You have no memories at all, right? So who knows when you were born?
  • Robin: Huh. Well, I suppose I could be an old crone and just not know it. At least I'm aging well.
  • Noire: Besides, it doesn't matter if you're old! ...At least not to me. I still think you're a perfect mother.
  • Robin: Noire, what happened to Tharja in the future?
  • Noire: She died. Just like all the other mothers. Every last one of them.
  • Robin: Gods have mercy...
  • Noire: A lot of fathers died first because they were on the front lines. Then the Risen started picking off the rest of us one by one.
  • Robin: ...I see. That explains why you're seeking a new mother.
  • Noire: Yeah, I guess. Anyway, thanks for listening to me, Robin. I'd...better go now.
  • (Noire leaves)
  • Robin: Oh, Noire...

A Support

  • Noire: Robin. You're awake!
  • Robin: Huh? Noire? Was I sleeping? ...Wait, where am I?
  • Noire: You're in the nursing tent. You collapsed all of a sudden. The healers say you have thin blood or something.
  • Robin: Was it you who found and brought me here?
  • Noire: Yes. I haven't left your side since you arrived. I've spent a lot of time in this tent, so I kind of know how things work.
  • Robin: Thank you for taking care of me.
  • Noire: Aw, you don't need to thank me. It was an honor.
  • Robin: I've been working hard lately—perhaps the exhaustion is catching up to me. Still, I'll have to find a solution. I don't have the luxury of being ill!
  • Noire: Oh gods, I'm SO sorry! This is all my fault! It's because of me that you worked yourself to the point of collapse!
  • Robin: Er, actually you didn't have anything to do with—
  • Noire: Yes, I did! Don't try to deny it! It's because I told you that you were like our mother, isn't it? You have to take care of yourself, Robin! You have to! Don't take all of our burdens on your own shoulders.
  • Robin: ......
  • Noire: And if you ever need a shoulder to lean on, you can just come talk to me.
  • Robin: You really are a kind soul, Noire. I feel better already knowing that you're around to look after me.
  • Noire: Hee hee! Me too!
  • Robin: It's strange to have a whole camp full of my very own grown-up children. But it's a wonderful feeling to have so many people that care for me.
  • Noire: We DO care for you! ...Especially me.

With Frederick (Father)

C Support

  • Noire: *Sniff* *sniffle*
  • Frederick: Noire? What's wrong? Why are you crying?
  • Noire: *Sniff* I'm not... Mother cursed me to have a *sniff* runny nose for three days straight.
  • Frederick: That's...an oddly specific hex. Why would she do something like that?
  • Noire: It's nothing new. *sniffle* Mother is always trying out some new spell or another. Every time she comes up with one, she *sniiiff* uses me as her guinea pig.
  • Frederick: Poor dear... Here, take my handkerchief.
  • Noire: Th-thank you... *HOOONK!*
  • Frederick: I can't let you suffer like this for three whole days... Don't worry, Noire. I'll have a talk with your mother and get this cleared up.
  • Noire: Er...are you sure? That never really worked out for you in the future. Every time you talked back, Mother cursed you up to your eyeballs. ...Or sometimes she just cursed your eyeballs, and you cried yourself to sleep.
  • Frederick: That's...rather pathetic.
  • Noire: ...Yep. *sniff*
  • Frederick: B-but that was a different me, right? Just wait—I'll prove you can depend on me.
  • Noire: Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really can be different this time around. *sniiiff*

B Support

  • Frederick: *Sniff* I'm sorry, Noire... It would seem I've let you down... *sniff*
  • Noire: It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning... But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.
  • Frederick: I'm not crying. *sniff* Your mother hit me with a five-day runny-nose curse.
  • Noire: Just like before...
  • Frederick: Urgh... You did say this was how it played out in the future... *sniff* Well, look at the bright side—at least your hex is broken now. *sniffle*
  • Noire: Yep, juuust like before. You'd always come to my rescue by taking on Mother's curses yourself.
  • Frederick: I suppose some things were simply meant to be...
  • Noire: Maybe you're right. Maybe we're all fated to trace the same path as we did before...
  • Frederick: Hmm?
  • Noire: My coming back didn't change you, Father. So why should it change anything? It'll all happen again. My parents will die, and I'll be left alone... Why did I even bother coming back if it means watching my life fall apart again? Why... *sniff*
  • Frederick: *Sniff* Oh, don't cry, sweetheart.
  • Noire: FOOL! THESE ARE NO TEARS!
  • Frederick: Er...sweetheart?
  • Noire: Bwa ha ha! Such trifling matters cannot free the waters of my icy ducts, mortal! The only dribbling here is the unseemly nose flood seeping from your craven face!
  • Frederick: Noire?! What are you...
  • Noire: *Ahem* ...I'm sorry, Father. I think I need to step out and clear my head...
  • (Noire leaves)
  • Frederick: Noire, wait! There's no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*

A Support

  • Frederick: Do you have a moment, Noire?
  • Noire: Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?
  • Frederick: Have a look.
  • Noire: ...Eeeek! M-Mother's cursing implements! Gods, there's so many... Father, what are you planning to do to me?
  • Frederick: Ha ha, nothing to you, Noire. I confiscated these from your mother so she couldn't put any more weird hexes on you.
  • Noire: You...you took away Mother's tools? But...you never did anything like this before...
  • Frederick: Before, you said we couldn't change anything. That we're bound by fate. I thought perhaps I could try and lay that fear to rest. If I did something the future me couldn't, it would prove everything can change.
  • Noire: Hmm... I guess that's true. The father I knew wouldn't even get near these tools, let alone take them.
  • Frederick: I only changed because you came back to me. And together, we can change anything. All of us—you, me, your mother...everyone.
  • Noire: Just please don't ever leave me again.
  • Frederick: Nothing's taking me away from you again. Not even death.
  • Noire: That's...a little much, perhaps? But thanks.
  • Frederick: Hmm... Do you feel that? A sudden sense of foreboding; a fury rising from the shadows... A Risen ambush? No... Bears? Is it bears? No... Urk! I-it's your mother! And she's FURIOUS!
  • Noire: She must have realized you took all her toys.
  • Frederick: *Sigh* I'd better disappear before I test that whole "not even death" promise... Bye, Noire! Love you!
  • (Frederick leaves)
  • Noire: Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for the better!

With Virion (Father)

C Support

  • Noire: *Sniff* *sniffle*
  • Virion: Noire? Good heavens, what is it? Why are you crying?
  • Noire: *Sniff* I'm not... Mother cursed me to have a *sniff* runny nose for three days straight.
  • Virion: That is an...oddly specific hex. But wait, why would she do that in the first place?
  • Noire: It's nothing new, *sniffle* Mother is always trying out some new spell or another. Every time she comes up with one, she *sniiiff* uses me as her guinea pig.
  • Virion: Poor dear! Here, take my handkerchief.
  • Noire: Th-thank you... *HOOONK*
  • Virion: I can't let you suffer like this for three whole days... Don't worry, Noire. I'll have a talk with your mother and get this cleared up.
  • Noire: Er...are you sure? That never really worked out for you in the future. Every time you talked back, Mother cursed you up to your eyeballs. ...Or sometimes she just cursed your eyeballs, and you cried yourself to sleep.
  • Virion: Oh, dear. That's...rather pathetic.
  • Noire: ...Yep. *sniff*
  • Virion: B-but that was a different me. Just wait—I shall prove my worth to you anew!
  • Noire: Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really can be different this time around. *sniiiff*

B Support

  • Virion: *Sniff* Gods, how embarrassing. Especially for a noble like myself... *sniff*
  • Noire: It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning... But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.
  • Virion: I'm not crying. *sniff* Your mother hit me with a five-day runny-nose curse.
  • Noire: Just like before...
  • Virion: Urgh... You did say this was how it played out in the future... *sniff* Well, look at the bright side—at least I broke your hex. *sniffle*
  • Noire: Yep, juuust like before. You'd always come to my rescue by taking on Mother's curses yourself.
  • Virion: Perhaps some things were simply meant to be...
  • Noire: Maybe you're right. Maybe we're all fated to trace the same path as we did before...
  • Virion: Hmm?
  • Noire: My coming back didn't change you, Father. So why should it change anything? It'll all happen again. My parents will die, and I'll be left alone... Why did I even bother coming back if it means watching my life fall apart again? Why... *sniff*
  • Virion: *Sniff* Oh, don't cry, my dear.
  • Noire: FOOL! THESE ARE NO TEARS!
  • Virion: Er...my dear?
  • Noire: Bwa ha ha! Such trifling matters cannot free the waters of my icy ducts, mortal! The only dribbling here is the unseemly nose flood seeping from your craven face!
  • Virion: Noire?! What are you...
  • Noire: *Ahem* ...I'm sorry, Father. I think I need to step out and clear my head...
  • (Noire leaves)
  • Virion: Noire, wait! There's no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*

A Support

  • Virion: Do you have a moment, Noire?
  • Noire: Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?
  • Virion: Have a look.
  • Noire: ...Eeeek! M-Mother's cursing implements! Gods, there's so many... Father, what are you planning to do to me?
  • Virion: Ha ha, nothing to you, Noire. I confiscated these from your mother so she couldn't put any more weird hexes on you.
  • Noire: You...you took away Mother's tools? But...you never did anything like this before...
  • Virion: Before, you said we couldn't change anything. That we're bound by fate. Well, I thought maybe I could lay that fear to rest. If I did something the future me couldn't, it would prove everything can change.
  • Noire: Hmm... I guess that's true. The father I knew wouldn't even get near these tools, let alone take them.
  • Virion: I only changed because you came back to me. And together, we can change anything. All of us—you, me, your mother...everyone.
  • Noire: Just please don't ever leave me again.
  • Virion: Nothing's taking me away from you again. Not even death!
  • Noire: That's...a little much, perhaps? But thanks.
  • Virion: Wait... Do you feel that? A sudden sense of foreboding; a fury rising from the shadows... A Risen ambush? No... Bears? Is it bears? No... Gods! I-it's your mother! And she's FURIOUS!
  • Noire: She must have realized you took all her toys.
  • Virion: I had better make my escape before I put that "not even death" promise to the test... Farewell, Noire! Love you!
  • (Virion leaves)
  • Noire: Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for the better!

With Stahl (Father)

C Support

  • Noire: *Sniff* *sniffle*
  • Stahl: Noire? What's wrong? Why are you crying?
  • Noire: *Sniff* I'm not... Mother cursed me to have a *sniff* runny nose for three days straight.
  • Stahl: That's...an oddly specific hex. But wait, why would she do that in the first place?
  • Noire: It's nothing new. *sniffle* Mother is always trying out some new spell or another. Every time she comes up with one, she *sniiiff* uses me as her guinea pig.
  • Stahl: Poor dear... Here, take my handkerchief.
  • Noire: Th-thank you... *HOOONK!*
  • Stahl: I can't let you suffer like this for three whole days... Don't worry, Noire. I'll have a talk with your mother and get this cleared up.
  • Noire: Er...are you sure? That never really worked out for you in the future. Every time you talked back, Mother cursed you up to your eyeballs. ...Or sometimes she just cursed your eyeballs, and you cried yourself to sleep.
  • Stahl: Ouch. That's...kind of pathetic.
  • Noire: ...Yep. *sniff*
  • Stahl: B-but that was a different me, right? Just wait — I'll prove you can depend on me!
  • Noire: Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really can be different this time around. *sniiiff*

B Support

  • Stahl: *Sniff* I'm sorry, Noire... I feel like I really let you down... *sniff*
  • Noire: It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning... But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.
  • Stahl: I'm not crying. *sniff* Your mother hit me with a five-day runny-nose curse.
  • Noire: Just like before...
  • Stahl: Urgh... You did say this was how it played out in the future... *sniff* Well, look on the bright side — at least your hex is broken now. *sniffle*
  • Noire: Yep, juuust like before. You'd always come to my rescue by taking on Mother's curses yourself.
  • Stahl: I guess some things were simply meant to be...
  • Noire: Maybe you're right. Maybe we're all fated to trace the same path as we did before...
  • Stahl: Hmm?
  • Noire: My coming back didn't change you, Father. So why should it change anything? It'll all happen again. My parents will die, and I'll be left alone... Why did I even bother coming back if it means watching my life fall apart again? Why... *sniff*
  • Stahl: *Sniff* Oh, don't cry, dear.
  • Noire: FOOL! THESE ARE NO TEARS!
  • Stahl: Er...dear?
  • Noire: Bwa ha ha! Such trifling matters cannot free the waters of my icy ducts, mortal! The only dribbling here is the unseemly nose flood seeping from your craven face!
  • Stahl: Noire?! What are you...
  • Noire: *Ahem* ...I'm sorry, Father. I think I need to step out and clear my head...
  • Stahl: Noire, wait! There's no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*

A Support

  • Stahl: Do you have a moment, Noire?
  • Noire: Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?
  • Stahl: Have a look.
  • Noire: ...Eeeek! M-Mother's cursing implements! Gods, there's so many... Father, what are you planning to do to me?
  • Stahl: Hah, nothing to you, Noire. I confiscated these from your mother so she couldn't put any more weird hexes on you.
  • Noire: You...you took away Mother's tools? But...you never did anything like this before...
  • Stahl: Before, you said we couldn't change anything. That we're bound by fate. Well, I thought maybe I could lay that fear to rest. If I did something the future me couldn't, it would prove everything can change.
  • Noire: Hmm... I guess that's true. The father I knew wouldn't even get near these tools, let alone take them.
  • Stahl: I only changed because you came back to me. And together, we can change anything. All of us — you, me, your mother...everyone.
  • Noire: Just please don't ever leave me again.
  • Stahl: Nothing's taking me away from you again. Not even death.
  • Noire: That's...a little much, perhaps? But thanks.
  • Stahl: Wait... Do you feel that? A sudden sense of foreboding; a fury rising from the shadows... A Risen ambush? No... Bears? Is it bears? No... Urk! I-it's your mother! And she's FURIOUS!
  • Noire: She must have realized you took all her toys.
  • Stahl: Uh-oh. I'd better get outta here before I test that whole "not even death" promise... Bye, Noire! Love you!
  • Noire: Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for the better!

With Vaike (Father)

C Support

  • Noire: *Sniff* *sniffle*
  • Vaike: Noire? What's wrong? Why are ya cryin'?
  • Noire: *Sniff* I'm not... Mother cursed me to have a *sniff* runny nose for three days straight.
  • Vaike: What the heck? Why would she do somethin' like that?
  • Noire: It's nothing new. *sniffle* Mother is always trying out some new spell or another. Every time she comes up with one, she *sniiiff* uses me as her guinea pig.
  • Vaike: Poor kid. Here, blow your nose in my hanky.
  • Noire: Th-thank you... *HOOONK!*
  • Vaike: Well, I can't let ya suffer like this for three whole days. The Vaike's gonna go have a talk with your mother and get this cleared up!
  • Noire: Er...are you sure? That never really worked out for you in the future. Every time you talked back, Mother cursed you up to your eyeballs. ...Or sometimes she just cursed your eyeballs, and you cried yourself to sleep.
  • Vaike: Gods. That's...kind of pathetic.
  • Noire: ...Yep. *sniff*
  • Vaike: B-but that was a different me, right? Just wait—I'll prove ya can depend on me!
  • Noire: Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really can be different this time around. *sniiiff*

B Support

  • Vaike: *Sniff* Sorry, Noire... Looks like the Vaike letcha down... *sniff*
  • Noire: It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning... But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.
  • Vaike: I ain't cryin'. *sniff* Your mother hit me with a five-day runny-nose curse.
  • Noire: Just like before...
  • Vaike: Urgh... Ya did say this was how it played out in the future... *sniff* But hey, at least your hex is broken now, right? *sniffle*
  • Noire: Yep, juuust like before. You'd always come to my rescue by taking on Mother's curses yourself.
  • Vaike: I guess some things were just meant to be...
  • Noire: Maybe you're right. Maybe we're all fated to trace the same path as we did before...
  • Vaike: Muh?
  • Noire: My coming back didn't change you, Father. So why should it change anything? It'll all happen again. My parents will die, and I'll be left alone... Why did I even bother coming back if it means watching my life fall apart again? Why... *sniff*
  • Vaike: *Sniff* Aw, don't cry, sweet cheeks.
  • Noire: FOOL! THESE ARE NO TEARS!
  • Vaike: Er...sweet cheeks?
  • Noire: Bwa ha ha! Such trifling matters cannot free the waters of my icy ducts, mortal! The only dribbling here is the unseemly nose flood seeping from your craven face!
  • Vaike: Noire?! What in blazes...?
  • Noire: *Ahem* ...I'm sorry, Father. I think I need to step out and clear my head...
  • (Noire leaves)
  • Vaike: Noire, wait! Ain't no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*

A Support

  • Vaike: Ya got a moment, Noire?
  • Noire: Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?
  • Vaike: Take a look.
  • Noire: ...Eeeek! M-Mother's cursing implements! Gods, there's so many... Father, what are you planning to do to me?
  • Vaike: Ha ha! A whole lotta nothin'! I stole these from your mother so she couldn't put any more weird hexes on ya.
  • Noire: You...you took away Mother's tools? But...you never did anything like this before...
  • Vaike: Before, ya said we couldn't change anything. That we're bound by fate. Well, I thought maybe I could lay that fear to rest. If I did something the future me couldn't, it would prove everything can change.
  • Noire: Hmm... I guess that's true. The father I knew wouldn't even get near these tools, let alone take them.
  • Vaike: I only changed because ya came back to me. And together, we can change anything. All of us—you, me, your mother...everyone.
  • Noire: Just please don't ever leave me again.
  • Vaike: Nothing's takin' me away from ya again. Not even death!
  • Noire: That's...a little much, perhaps? But thanks.
  • Vaike: ...Hey, you feel that? That sudden sense of darkness and foreboding... A Risen ambush? No... Bears? Is it bears? No... Yikes! It's your mother! And she's FURIOUS!
  • Noire: She must have realized you took all her toys.
  • Vaike: I'd better make tracks before I put that "not even death" promise to the test... See ya, sweet cheeks! Love ya!
  • (Vaike leaves)
  • Noire: Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for the better!

With Kellam (Father)

C Support

  • Noire: *Sniff* *sniffle*
  • Kellam: Noire? What's wrong? Why are you crying?
  • Noire: *Sniff* I'm not... Mother cursed me to have a *sniff* runny nose for three days straight.
  • Kellam: That's... an oddly specific hex. But wait, why would she do that in the first place?
  • Noire: It's nothing new. *sniffle* Mother is always trying out some new spell or another. Every time she comes up with one, she *sniiiff* uses me as her guinea pig.
  • Kellam: Poor dear... Here, take my handkerchief.
  • Noire: Th-thank you... *HOOONK!*
  • Kellam: I can't let you suffer like this for three whole days... Don't worry, Noire. I'll have a talk with your mother and get this cleared up.
  • Noire: Er...are you sure? That never really worked out for you in the future. Every time you talked back, Mother cursed you up to your eyeballs. ...Or sometimes she just cursed your eyeballs, and you cried yourself to sleep.
  • Kellam: Gosh, that's.. kind of pathetic...
  • Noire: ...Yep. *sniff*
  • Kellam: B-but that was a different me, right? Just wait—I'll prove you can depend on me!
  • Noire: Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really can be different this time around. *sniiiff*

B Support

  • Kellam: *Sniff* I'm sorry, Noire... I feel like I really let you down... *sniff*
  • Noire: It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning... But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.
  • Kellam: I'm not crying. *sniff* Your mother hit me with a five-day runny-nose curse.
  • Noire: Just like before...
  • Kellam: Urgh... You did say this was how it played out in the future... *sniff* Well, look at the bright side—at least your hex is broken now. *sniffle*
  • Noire: Yep, juuust like before. You'd always come to my rescue by taking on Mother's curses yourself.
  • Kellam: I guess some things were simply meant to be...
  • Noire: Maybe you're right. Maybe we're all fated to trace the same path as we did before...
  • Kellam: Hmm?
  • Noire: My coming back didn't change you, Father. So why should it change anything? It'll all happen again. My parents will die, and I'll be left alone... Why did I even bother coming back if it means watching my life fall apart again? Why... *sniff*
  • Kellam: *Sniff* Oh, don't cry, sweetie...
  • Noire: FOOL! THESE ARE NO TEARS!
  • Kellam: Er... sweetie?
  • Noire: Bwa ha ha! Such trifling matters cannot free the waters of my icy ducts, mortal! The only dribbling here is the unseemly nose flood seeping from your craven face!
  • Kellam: Noire?! What are you...
  • Noire: *Ahem* ...I'm sorry, Father. I think I need to step out and clear my head...
  • (Noire leaves)
  • Kellam: Noire, wait! There's no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*

A Support

  • Kellam: Do you have a moment, Noire?
  • Noire: Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?
  • Kellam: Have a look.
  • Noire: ...Eeeek! M-Mother's cursing implements! Gods, there's so many... Father, what are you planning to do to me?
  • Kellam: Hah, nothing to you, Noire. I confiscated these from your mother so she couldn't put any more weird hexes on you.
  • Noire: You...you took away Mother's tools? But...you never did anything like this before...
  • Kellam: Before, you said we couldn't anything. That we're bound by fate. Well, I thought maybe I could lay that fear to rest... If I did something the future me couldn't, it would prove everything can change.
  • Noire: Hmm... I guess that's true. The father I knew wouldn't even get near these tools, let alone take them.
  • Kellam: I only changed because you came back to me... And together, we can change anything. All of us—you, me, your mother... everyone.
  • Noire: Just please don't ever leave me again.
  • Kellam: Nothing's taking me away from you again. Not even death.
  • Noire: That's...a little much, perhaps? But thanks.
  • Kellam: Wait... Do you feel that? A sudden sense of foreboding; a fury rising from the shadows... A Risen ambush? No... Bears? Is it bears? No... Urk! I-it's your mother! And she's FURIOUS!
  • Noire: She must have realized you took all her toys.
  • Kellam: Oh, man... I'd better get outta here before I test that whole "not even death" promise... Bye, Noire! Love you!
  • (Kellam leaves)
  • Noire: Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for the better!

With Donnel (Father)

C Support

  • Noire: *Sniff* *sniffle*
  • Donnel: What's wrong, Noire? Why ya cryin'?
  • Noire: *Sniff* I'm not... Mother cursed me to have a *sniff* runny nose for three days straight.
  • Donnel: Now why'd she go and do that? ... And why a snifflin' nose, of all things?
  • Noire: It's nothing new. *sniffle* Mother is always trying out some new spell or another. Every time she comes up with one, she *sniiiff* uses me as her guinea pig.
  • Donnel: Poor thing... Here, take m'lucky handkerchief.
  • Noire: Th-thank you... *HOOONK!*
  • Donnel: I can't letcha suffer like this for three whole days! Don't worry, Noire. I'll have me a talk with yer ma and get this cleared up.
  • Noire: Er...are you sure? That never really worked out for you in the future. Every time you talked back, Mother cursed you up to your eyeballs. ...Or sometimes she just cursed your eyeballs, and you cried yourself to sleep.
  • Donnel: Golly, that's right pathetic...
  • Noire: ...Yep. *sniff*
  • Donnel: B-but that was a different me, right? Just wait—I'll prove ya can depend on me!
  • Noire: Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really can be different this time around. *sniiiff*

B Support

  • Donnel: *Sniff* I'm dreadful sorry, Noire... I feel like I really let ya down... *sniff*
  • Noire: It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning... But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.
  • Donnel: I ain't cryin'. *sniff* Yer ma hit me with a five-day runny-nose curse.
  • Noire: Just like before...
  • Donnel: Urgh... Ya did warn me this was how it used to play out in the future... But look at the bright side—at least yer hex is broken! *sniffle*
  • Noire: Yep, juuust like before. You'd always come to my rescue by taking on Mother's curses yourself.
  • Donnel: I guess some things were just meant to be...
  • Noire: Maybe you're right. Maybe we're all fated to trace the same path as we did before...
  • Donnel: How's that now?
  • Noire: My coming back didn't change you, Father. So why should it change anything? It'll all happen again. My parents will die, and I'll be left alone... Why did I even bother coming back if it means watching my life fall apart again? Why... *sniff*
  • Donnel: *Sniff* Aw, don't cry, sweet pea.
  • Noire: FOOL! THESE ARE NO TEARS!
  • Donnel: Er...sweet pea?
  • Noire: Bwa ha ha! Such trifling matters cannot free the waters of my icy ducts, mortal! The only dribbling here is the unseemly nose flood seeping from your craven face!
  • Donnel: What in the heck?!
  • Noire: *Ahem* ...I'm sorry, Father. I think I need to step out and clear my head...
  • (Noire leaves)
  • Donnel: Noire, wait! There ain't no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*

A Support

  • Donnel: Ya have a moment, Noire?
  • Noire: Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?
  • Donnel: Have a look.
  • Noire: ...Eeeek! M-Mother's cursing implements! Gods, there's so many... Father, what are you planning to do to me?
  • Donnel: Hah! Nothin' to you, Noire. I done stole these from yer ma what so she can't be puttin' weird hexes on ya.
  • Noire: You...you took away Mother's tools? But...you never did anything like this before...
  • Donnel: 'Fore, ya said we couldn't change nothin'. That we was bound by fate. I reckoned I'd see if I couldn't lay that ol' fear to rest. If I did somethin' the future me couldn't, it would prove that stuff can change.
  • Noire: Hmm... I guess that's true. The father I knew wouldn't even get near these tools, let alone take them.
  • Donnel: I only changed 'cause ya came back to me. And together, we can change anythin'. All of us—you, me, your ma...everyone.
  • Noire: Just please don't ever leave me again.
  • Donnel: Nothing's takin' me away from ya again. Not even death!
  • Noire: That's...a little much, perhaps? But thanks.
  • Donnel: Say, do you feel that? A sudden rush of forebodin' fury comin' from them shadows? A Risen ambush? No... Bears? Is it bears? No... Urk! I-it's yer ma! And she's FURIOUS!
  • Noire: She must have realized you took all her toys.
  • Donnel: *Gulp* I better skedaddle 'fore I test that whole "not even death" promise... Bye for now, Noire! Love ya!
  • (Donnel leaves)
  • Noire: Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for the better!

With Lon'qu (Father)

C Support

  • Noire: *Sniff* *sniffle*
  • Lon'qu: What's wrong? Why are you crying?
  • Noire: *Sniff* I'm not... Mother cursed me to have a *sniff* runny nose for three days straight.
  • Lon'qu: That's an...odd hex. Why would she do something like that?
  • Noire: It's nothing new. *sniffle* Mother is always trying out some new spell or another. Every time she comes up with one, she *sniiiff* uses me as her guinea pig.
  • Lon'qu: Heh. Here, take my handkerchief.
  • Noire: Th-thank you... *HOOONK!*
  • Lon'qu: I can't let you suffer like this for three whole days... I'll have a talk with your mother and get this cleared up.
  • Noire: Er...are you sure? That never really worked out for you in the future. Every time you talked back, Mother cursed you up to your eyeballs. ...Or sometimes she just cursed your eyeballs, and you cried yourself to sleep.
  • Lon'qu: That's...kind of pathetic.
  • Noire: ...Yep. *sniff*
  • Lon'qu: B-but that was a different me. Just wait—I shall prove my worth to you!
  • Noire: Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really can be different this time around. *sniiiff*

B Support

  • Lon'qu: *Sniff* I'm sorry, Noire... It seems I let you down... *sniff*
  • Noire: It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning... But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.
  • Lon'qu: I'm not crying. *sniff* Your mother hit me with a five-day runny-nose curse.
  • Noire: Just like before...
  • Lon'qu: Urgh... You did say this was how it played out in the future... *sniff* But hey—at least your hex is broken now. *sniffle*
  • Noire: Yep, juuust like before. You'd always come to my rescue by taking on Mother's curses yourself.
  • Lon'qu: I guess some things were simply meant to be...
  • Noire: Maybe you're right. Maybe we're all fated to trace the same path as we did before...
  • Lon'qu: ......
  • Noire: My coming back didn't change you, Father. So why should it change anything? It'll all happen again. My parents will die, and I'll be left alone... Why did I even bother coming back if it means watching my life fall apart again? Why... *sniff*
  • Lon'qu: *Sniff* Don't cry, Noire.
  • Noire: FOOL! THESE ARE NO TEARS!
  • Lon'qu: Er...Noire?
  • Noire: Bwa ha ha! Such trifling matters cannot free the waters of my icy ducts, mortal! The only dribbling here is the unseemly nose flood seeping from your craven face!
  • Lon'qu: Noire?! What are you...
  • Noire: *Ahem* ...I'm sorry, Father. I think I need to step out and clear my head...
  • (Noire leaves)
  • Lon'qu: Noire, wait! There's no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*

A Support

  • Lon'qu: Do you have a moment, Noire?
  • Noire: Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?
  • Lon'qu: Have a look.
  • Noire: ...Eeeek! M-Mother's cursing implements! Gods, there's so many... Father, what are you planning to do to me?
  • Lon'qu: Heh, nothing to you, Noire. I confiscated these from your mother so she couldn't put any more hexes on you.
  • Noire: You...you took away Mother's tools? But...you never did anything like this before...
  • Lon'qu: Before, you said we couldn't change anything. That we're bound by fate. Well, I thought I might lay that fear to rest. If I did something the future me couldn't, it would prove everything can change.
  • Noire: Hmm... I guess that's true. The father I knew wouldn't even get near these tools, let alone take them.
  • Lon'qu: I only changed because you came back to me. And together, we can change anything. All of us. You, me, your mother...everyone.
  • Noire: Just please don't ever leave me again.
  • Lon'qu: Nothing's taking me away from you again. Not even death.
  • Noire: That's...a little much, perhaps? But thanks.
  • Lon'qu: ...Do you feel that? A sudden sense of foreboding; a fury rising from the shadows... A Risen ambush? No... Bears, perhaps? Is it bears? No... Urk! I-it's your mother! And she's FURIOUS!
  • Noire: She must have realized you took all her toys.
  • Lon'qu: Gods. I'd better leave before I test that "not even death" promise... I'll see you later, Noire.
  • (Lon'qu leaves)
  • Noire: Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for the better!

With Ricken (Father)

C Support

  • Noire: *Sniff* *sniffle*
  • Ricken: Noire? What's wrong? Why are you crying?
  • Noire: *Sniff* I'm not... Mother cursed me to have a *sniff* runny nose for three days straight.
  • Ricken: That's an awfully strange hex... But wait, why would she do that in the first place?
  • Noire: It's nothing new. *sniffle* Mother is always trying out some new spell or another. Every time she comes up with one she *sniiiiff* uses me as her guinea pig.
  • Ricken: That's terrible! Here, take my handkerchief.
  • Noire: Th-thank you... *HOOONK!*
  • Ricken: I can't let you suffer like this for three whole days... Don't worry, Noire. I'll have a talk with your mother and get this cleared up.
  • Noire: Er...are you sure? That never really worked out for you in the future. Every time you talked back, Mother cursed you up to your eyeballs. ...Or sometimes she just cursed your eyeballs, and you cried yourself to sleep.
  • Ricken: Gosh, that's...kind of pathetic.
  • Noire: ...Yep. *sniff*
  • Ricken: B-but that was a different me, right? Just wait—I'll prove you can depend on me!
  • Noire: Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really can be different this time around. *sniiiff*

B Support

  • Ricken: *Sniff* I'm sorry, Noire... I feel like I really let you down... *sniff*
  • Noire: It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning... But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.
  • Ricken: I'm not crying. *sniff* Your mother hit me with a five-day runny-nose curse.
  • Noire: Just like before...
  • Ricken: Urgh... You did say this was how it played out in the future... *sniff* But look on the bright side—at least your hex is broken now! *sniffle*
  • Noire: Yep, juuust like before. You'd always come to my rescue by taking on Mother's curses yourself.
  • Ricken: I guess some things were just meant to be...
  • Noire: Maybe you're right. Maybe we're all fated to trace the same path as we did before...
  • Ricken: Hmm?
  • Noire: My coming back didn't change you, Father. So why should it change anything? It'll all happen again. My parents will die, and I'll be left alone... Why did I even bother coming back again if it means watching my life fall apart again? Why... *sniff*
  • Ricken: *Sniff* Aw, don't cry, kiddo.
  • Noire: FOOL! THESE ARE NO TEARS!
  • Ricken: Er...kiddo?
  • Noire: Bwa ha ha ! Such trifling matters cannot free the waters of my icy ducts, mortal! The only dribbling here is the unseemly nose flood seeping from your craven face!
  • Ricken: Noire?! What are you...
  • Noire: *Ahen* ...I'm sorry, Father. I think I need to step out and clear my head...
  • Ricken: Noire, wait! There's no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*

A Support

  • Ricken: Do you have a minute, Noire?
  • Noire: Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?
  • Ricken: Have a look.
  • Noire: ...Eeeek! M-Mother's cursing implements! Gods, there's so many... Father, what are you planning to do to me?
  • Ricken: Ha ha, nothing to you, Noire. I swiped these from your mother so she couldn't put any more weird hexes on you.
  • Noire: You...you took away Mother's tools? But...you never did anything like this before...
  • Ricken: Before, you said we couldn't change anything. That we're bound by fate. Well, I thought maybe I could lay that fear to rest. If I did something the future me couldn't, it would prove everything can change.
  • Noire: Hmm... I guess that's true. The father I knew wouldn't even get near these tools, let alone take them.
  • Ricken: I only changed because you came back to me. And together, we can change anything. All of us—you, me, your mother...everyone.
  • Noire: Just please don't ever leave me again.
  • Ricken: Nothing's taking me away from you again. Not even death!
  • Noire: That's...a little much, perhaps? But thanks.
  • Ricken: Wait... Do you feel that? A sudden sense of foreboding; a fury rising from the shadows... A Risen ambush? Bears? Is it bears? No... Urk! I-it's your mother! And she's FURIOUS!
  • Noire: She must have realized you took all her toys.
  • Ricken: Yikes! I'd better get outta here before I test that whole "not even death" promise... Bye Noire! Love you!
  • Noire: Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for the better!

With Gaius (Father)

C Support

  • Noire: *Sniff* *sniffle*
  • Gaius: Noire? What's wrong? Why are you crying?
  • Noire: *Sniff* I'm not... Mother cursed me to have a *sniff* runny nose for three days straight.
  • Gaius: That's an awfully specific hex. But wait, why would she do that in the first place?
  • Noire: It's nothing new. *sniffle* Mother is always trying out some new spell or another. Every time she comes up with one, she *sniiff* uses me as her guinea pig.
  • Gaius: Heh, poor kid... Here, take this candy wrapper.
  • Noire: Th-thank you... *HOOONK*
  • Gaius: I can't let you suffer like this for three whole days... Don't worry, Noire. I'll have a talk with your mother and get this cleared up.
  • Noire: Er...are you sure? That never really worked out for you in the future. Every time you talked back, Mother cursed you up to your eyeballs. ...Or sometimes she just cursed your eyeballs, and you cried yourself to sleep.
  • Gaius: Damn, that's...kind of pathetic.
  • Noire: ...Yep. *sniff*
  • Gaius: Well, whatever. That was a different me. Just you wait—I'll prove I'm dependable!
  • Noire: Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really can be different this time around. *sniiiff*

B Support

  • Gaius: *Sniff* Sorry, Noire... Looks like I let you down... *sniff*
  • Noire: It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning... But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.
  • Gaius: I'm not crying! *sniff* Your mother hit me with a five-day runny-nose curse...
  • Noire: Just like before...
  • Gaius: Urgh... You did say this was how it played out in the future... *sniff* Well look at the bright side—at least your hex is broken now. *sniffle*
  • Noire: Yep, juuust like before. You'd always come to my rescue by taking on Mother's curses yourself.
  • Gaius: I guess some things were just meant to be...
  • Noire: Maybe you're right. Maybe we're all fated to trace the same path as we did before...
  • Gaius: Huh?
  • Noire: My coming back didn't change you, Father. So why should it change anything? It'll all happen again. My parents will die, and I'll be left alone... Why did I even bother coming back if it means watching my life fall apart again? Why... *sniff*
  • Gaius: *Sniff* Hey, don't cry, cupcake.
  • Noire: FOOL! THESE ARE NO TEARS!
  • Gaius: Er...cupcake?
  • Noire: Bwa ha ha! Such trifling matters cannot free the waters of my icy ducts, mortal! The only dribbling here is the unseemly nose flood seeping from your craven face!
  • Gaius: Noire?! What in blazes...
  • Noire: *Ahem* ...I'm sorry, Father. I think I need to step out and clear my head...
  • (Noire leaves)
  • Gaius: Noire, wait! There's no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*

A Support

  • Gaius: Got a minute, Noire?
  • Noire: Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?
  • Gaius: Have a look.
  • Noire: ...Eeeek! M-mother's cursing implements! Gods, there's so many... Father, what are you planning to do to me?
  • Gaius: Heh, nothing to you, Noire. I swiped these from your mother so she couldn't put any more weird hexes on you.
  • Noire: You...you took away Mother's tools? But...you never did anything like this before...
  • Gaius: Before, you said we couldn't change anything. That we're bound by fate. Well, I thought I'd see if I couldn't lay that fear to rest. If I did something the future me couldn't, it would prove everything can change.
  • Noire: Hmm... I guess that's true. The father I knew wouldn't even get near these tools, let alone take them.
  • Gaius: I only changed because you came back to me. And together, we can change anything. All of us—you, me, your mother...everyone.
  • Noire: Just please don't ever leave me again.
  • Gaius: Nothing's taking me away from you again. Not even death!
  • Noire: That's...a little much, perhaps? But thanks.
  • Gaius: Wait... Do you feel that? A sudden sense of foreboding; a fury rising from the shadows... A Risen ambush? No... Bears? Is it bears? No... Urk! I-it's your mother! And she's FURIOUS!
  • Noire: She must have realized you took all her toys.
  • Gaius: Drat, I'd better get outta here before I test that whole "not even death" promise... See ya, Noire! Love you!
  • (Gaius leaves)
  • Noire: Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for the better!

With Gregor (Father)

C Support

  • Noire: *Sniff* *sniffle*
  • Gregor: Noire? What is wrong? Why do you make with the crying?
  • Noire: *Sniff* I'm not... Mother cursed me to have a *sniff* runny nose for three days straight.
  • Gregor: Oy! What a horrible night to have a curse, yes?
  • Noire: It's nothing new. *sniffle* Mother is always trying out some new spell or another. Every time she comes up with one, she *sniffle* uses me as her guinea pig.
  • Gregor: Poor child... Here, take Gregor's handkerchief.
  • Noire: Th-thank you...*HOOONK!*
  • Gregor: Gregor cannot let you suffer like this for three whole days... He will go talk with mother and fix situation.
  • Noire: Er...are you sure? That never really worked out for you in the future. Every time you talked back, Mother cursed you up to your eyeballs... Or sometimes she just cursed your eyeballs, and you cried yourself to sleep.
  • Gregor: Oy! Future Gregor sound like pathetic man-child!
  • Noire: ...Yep. *sniff*
  • Gregor: But that was different Gregor, yes? THIS Gregor much more dependingable! 
  • Noire: Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really can be different this time around. *sniiff*

B Support

  • Gregor: *Sniff* Gregor is sorry, Noire... Plan was big failure... *sniff*
  • Noire: It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning... But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.
  • Gregor: G-Gregor not crying! *sniff* Gregor hit with five-day runny-nose curse...
  • Noire: Just like before...
  • Gregor: Oy... You did say this how it played out in bleak, terrible future... *sniff* But look on brightest side—at least hex is broken now, yes? *sniffle*
  • Noire: Yep, juuust like before. You'd always come to my rescue by taking on Mother's curses yourself.
  • Gregor: Perhaps some things were simply meant to be...
  • Noire: Maybe you're right. Maybe we're all fated to trace the same path as we did before...
  • Gregor: Hmm?
  • Noire: My coming back didn't change you, Father. So why should it change anything? It'll all happen again. My parents will die, and I'll be left alone... Why did I even bother coming back if it means watching my life fall apart again? Why... *sniff*
  • Gregor: *Sniff* Oy, do not cry, pumpkin.
  • Noire: FOOL! THESE ARE NO TEARS!
  • Gregor: Er...pumpkin?
  • Noire: Bwa ha ha! Such trifling matters cannot free the waters of my icy ducts, mortal! The only dribbling here is the unseemly nose flood seeping from your craven face!
  • Gregor: Oy! Why you make with the yelling and the screaming and so forth?!
  • Noire: *Ahem* ...I'm sorry, Father. I think I need to step out and clear my head...
  • Gregor: Noire, wait! Is no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*

A Support

  • Gregor: Hello , Noire. You have moment, yes?
  • Noire: Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?
  • Gregor: Here, have a look.
  • Noire: ...Eeeek! M-Mother's cursing implements! Gods, there's so many... Father, what are you planning to do to me?
  • Gregor: Ho ho! Nothing to Noire, of course. Gregor take these from mother so she not put weird hex on you again.
  • Noire: You...you took away Mother's tools? But...you never did anything like this before...
  • Gregor: You said we could change nothing, yes? That we are bounded by the fate. But if Gregor do something future Gregor could not, then fate have no hold on life.
  • Noire: Hmm... I guess that's true. The father I knew wouldn't even get near these tools, let alone take them.
  • Gregor: Gregor only change because pumpkin came back to him. Together, we can change anything. All of us—you, me, mother...everyone!
  • Noire: Just please don't ever leave me again.
  • Gregor: Nothing will take Gregor away from you again. Not even death.
  • Noire: That's...a little much, perhaps? But thanks.
  • Gregor: Hmm... Gregor suddenly have strange feeling... Like fury rising from shadows... Is Risen ambush? No... Bears? Is bears? No... Urk! Is your mother! And she is FURIOUS!
  • Noire: She must have realized you took all her toys.
  • Gregor: Oy, this bad. Gregor best flee before testing "not even death" promise... Bye for now, Noire! Much love!
  • Noire: Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for the better!

With Libra (Father)

C Support

  • Noire: *Sniff* *sniffle*
  • Libra: Noire? What's wrong? Why are you crying?
  • Noire: *Sniff* I'm not... Mother cursed me to have a *sniff* runny nose for three days straight.
  • Libra: By the gods, why would she do something like that?
  • Noire: It's nothing new. *sniffle* Mother is always trying out some new spell or another. Every time she comes up with one, she *sniiff* uses me as her guinea pig.
  • Libra: Poor dear... Here, take my handkerchief.
  • Noire: Th-thank you... *HOOONK*
  • Libra: I can't let you suffer like this for three whole days... Don't worry, Noire. I'll have a talk with your mother and get this cleared up.
  • Noire: Er...are you sure? That never really worked out for you in the future. Every time you talked back, Mother cursed you up to your eyeballs. ...Or sometimes she just cursed your eyeballs, and you cried yourself to sleep.
  • Libra: Oh dear. That's...rather pathetic.
  • Noire: ...Yep. *sniff*
  • Libra: B-but that was a different me, right? Just wait—I'll prove you can depend on me!
  • Noire: Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really can be different this time around. *sniiiff*

B Support

  • Libra: *Sniff* I'm sorry, Noire... I feel like I really let you down... *sniff*
  • Noire: It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning... But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.
  • Libra: I'm not crying. *sniff* Your mother hit me with a five-day runny-nose curse.
  • Noire: Just like before...
  • Libra: Urgh... You did say this was how it played out in the future... *sniff* Well look at the bright side—at least your hex is broken now. *sniffle*
  • Noire: Yep, juuust like before. You'd always come to my rescue by taking on Mother's curses yourself.
  • Libra: I guess some things were simply meant to be...
  • Noire: Maybe you're right. Maybe we're all fated to trace the same path as we did before...
  • Libra: Hmm?
  • Noire: My coming back didn't change you, Father. So why should it change anything? It'll all happen again. My parents will die, and I'll be left alone... Why did I even bother coming back if it means watching my life fall apart again? Why... *sniff*
  • Libra: *Sniff* Oh, don't cry, love.
  • Noire: FOOL! THESE ARE NO TEARS!
  • Libra: Er...love?
  • Noire: Bwa ha ha! Such trifling matters cannot free the waters of my icy ducts, mortal! The only dribbling here is the unseemly nose flood seeping from your craven face!
  • Libra: Noire?! What are you...
  • Noire: *Ahem* ...I'm sorry, Father. I think I need to step out and clear my head...
  • (Noire leaves)
  • Libra: Noire, wait! There's no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*

A Support

  • Libra: Do you have a moment, Noire?
  • Noire: Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?
  • Libra: Have a look.
  • Noire: ...Eeeek! M-mother's cursing implements! Gods, there's so many... Father, what are you planning to do to me?
  • Libra: Hee hee, nothing to you, Noire. I confiscated these from your mother so she couldn't put any more weird hexes on you.
  • Noire: You...you took away Mother's tools? But...you never did anything like this before...
  • Libra: Before, you said we couldn't change anything. That we're bound by fate. Well, I thought maybe I could lay that fear to rest. If I did something the future me couldn't, it would prove everything can change.
  • Noire: Hmm... I guess that's true. The father I knew wouldn't even get near these tools, let alone take them.
  • Libra: I only changed because you came back to me. And together, we can change anything. All of us—you, me, your mother...everyone.
  • Noire: Just please don't ever leave me again.
  • Libra: Nothing's taking me away from you again. Not even death.
  • Noire: That's...a little much, perhaps? But thanks.
  • Libra: Wait... Do you feel that? A sudden sense of foreboding; a fury rising from the shadows... A Risen ambush? No... Bears? Is it bears? No... Urk! I-it's your mother! And she's FURIOUS!
  • Noire: She must have realized you took all her toys.
  • Libra: Oh, dear. I'd better get outta here before I test that whole "not even death" promise... Good-bye, Noire! Love you!
  • (Libra leaves)
  • Noire: Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for the better!

With Tharja (Mother)

C Support

  • Tharja: You there.
  • Noire: Eep?! M-Mother! Did you need something?
  • Tharja: What were you doing in that last battle? Were you trying to distract me?
  • Noire: I... Did I? I'm sorry, I didn't intend to, I swear.
  • Tharja: You mirrored my every movement! It was like some bizarre curse.
  • Noire: Oh. That. Well, you see—
  • Tharja: Don't care. Doesn't matter. Just stop.
  • (Tharja leaves)
  • Noire: N-no, wait! It was force of habit!
  • (Tharja returns)
  • Tharja: What...habit?
  • Noire: In the future, you were always too wrapped up in your research to teach me things. N-not that I blame you! I know you had your reasons... You were consumed with avenging Father, so you never had time to waste on me. But I wanted to help you, so I... I taught myself magic and dark arts by following your example.
  • Tharja: And that became a habit?
  • Noire: Er, well, yeah. I guess.
  • Tharja: Hmm...
  • Noire: O-oh! But if it's a distraction, I'll stop! I promise! So, um, it'd be really nice if maybe you didn't...put any weird curses on me?
  • Tharja: I see... Hmm... I'm thinking this could have its uses... Heh... Meh heh heh heh...
  • Noire: Eeeek!

B Support

  • Tharja: Why doesn't it work?! We're performing the rites in perfect sync!
  • Noire: Hmm... Still no use, then.
  • Tharja: "Still"?
  • Noire: Well, I've... I've never managed to actually place a hex on anyone... I can use dark magic in combat just fine. But the sorts of hexes you deal in, Mother—they've always been beyond me somehow.
  • Tharja: That makes no sense. You're able to mirror my actions perfectly.
  • Noire: True, but I can only mimic the form. Not the substance.
  • Tharja: It still doesn't make sense. But then again, none of this does. Why wouldn't my future self have taught you how to properly curse people? If I was swallowed up in research, I'd never turn away a useful assistant...
  • Noire: I'm not sure. I was pretty young.
  • Tharja: Hardly a problem. I was instructed in the dark arts from infancy. Even my umbilical cord was cut with a curse.
  • Noire: Ew, gross! What kind of weirdo curses a newborn baby?!
  • Tharja: Meh heh heh... Well, no matter. That just means it falls on me to shape you into something useful. Oh, and I shall teach you... Whether you wish it or not. Heh... Meh heh heh.
  • Noire: I'm s-scared, Mother... But I'll try to...do my best.
  • Tharja: Hmm, yes. Yes, you will...

A Support

  • Noire: I've assembled the last of the implements for the rite, Mother. I'm finally going to learn to cast hexes. I'll make a useful assistant yet, just watch!
  • Tharja: ......
  • Noire: Er, Mother?
  • Tharja: ...I've changed my mind. There will be no rite tonight.
  • Noire: What? But...
  • Tharja: I won't be teaching you the dark arts. Now put those implements away.
  • Noire: But why? Wh-what did I do? Do I lack the talent? Am I in your way?
  • Tharja: You have a frightening amount of talent. Your innate magical potential is vast. Even that talisman I made turned you into an entirely different person! One couldn't hope for a greater vessel to shape into a curse slinger. ...And you could never be in my way.
  • Noire: Then why?
  • Tharja: ...I think I've come to understand the motives of my future self.
  • Noire: What?
  • Tharja: I don't want you dealing in hexes. The dark arts carry with them tremendous risks. My future self knew as much...
  • Noire: You think that she was worried for my safety? That...she loved me?
  • Tharja: Can't say. Not about her, at least. ...But I love you, if that helps.
  • Noire: Mother...
  • Tharja: Just don't expect to me to say it often! ...Or maybe ever again. And just because hexes are off the table doesn't mean I have nothing to teach you. There are more ways than hexing to skin a cat. ...Or other things. Heh. So pay attention, and try to follow along.
  • Noire: Oh yes, ma'am!

With Henry (Father)

C Support

  • Noire: *Sniff* *sniffle*
  • Henry: Hey-o, Noire! What's wrong? Why are you crying?
  • Noire: *Sniff* I'm not... Mother cursed me to have a *sniff* runny nose for three days straight.
  • Henry: Nya ha ha! I'd never inflict such a useless curse on someone!
  • Noire: It's nothing new. *sniffle* Mother is always trying out some new spell or another. Every time she comes up with one she *sniiiiff* uses me as her guinea pig.
  • Henry: Aww Here, take my handkerchief.
  • Noire: Th-thank you... *HOOONK!*
  • Henry: Welp, I'm not exactly sure how to break a curse this strange, actually... But Don't worry. I'll have a talk with your mother and get it cleared up.
  • Noire: Er...are you sure? That never really worked out for you in the future. Every time you talked back, Mother cursed you up to your eyeballs. ...Or sometimes she just cursed your eyeballs, and you cried yourself to sleep.
  • Henry: Nya ha! That's...kind of pathetic.
  • Noire: ...Yep. *sniff*
  • Henry: B-but that was a different me, right? Just wait—I'll prove you can depend on me!
  • Noire: Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really can be different this time around. *sniiiff*

B Support

  • Henry: *Sniff* I'm sorry, Noire... I feel like I really let you down... *sniff*
  • Noire: It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning... But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.
  • Henry: I'm not crying. *sniff* Your mother hit me with a five-day runny-nose curse.
  • Noire: Just like before...
  • Henry: Urgh... Guess you did say this was how it played out in the future... *sniff* But look on the bright side—at least your hex is broken now! *sniffle*
  • Noire: Yep, juuust like before. You'd always come to my rescue by taking on Mother's curses yourself.
  • Henry: I guess some things were just meant to be...
  • Noire: Maybe you're right. Maybe we're all fated to trace the same path as we did before...
  • Henry: Huh?
  • Noire: My coming back didn't change you, Father. So why should it change anything? It'll all happen again. My parents will die, and I'll be left alone... Why did I even bother coming back again if it means watching my life fall apart again? Why... *sniff*
  • Henry: *Sniff* Hey, don't cry!
  • Noire: FOOL! THESE ARE NO TEARS!
  • Henry: Uh-oh. Here we go...
  • Noire: Bwa ha ha ! Such trifling matters cannot free the waters of my icy ducts, mortal! The only dribbling here is the unseemly nose flood seeping from your craven face!
  • Henry: Er, Noire? Come back, Noire.
  • Noire: *Ahem* ...I'm sorry, Father. I think I need to step out and clear my head...
  • Henry: Noire, wait! There's no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*

A Support

  • Henry: Got a second, Noire?
  • Noire: Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?
  • Henry: Ta-daaa!
  • Noire: ...Eeeek! M-Mother's cursing implements! Gods, there's so many... Father, what are you planning to do to me?
  • Henry: Nya ha, nothing to you, Noire. I stole these from your mother so she couldn't put any more curses on you.
  • Noire: You...you took away Mother's tools? But...you never did anything like this before...
  • Henry: Before, you said we couldn't change anything. That we're bound by fate. Well, I thought maybe I could lay that fear to rest. If I did something the future me couldn't, it would prove everything can change.
  • Noire: Hmm... I guess that's true. The father I knew wouldn't even get near these tools, let alone take them.
  • Henry: I only changed because you came back to me, you know? And together, we can change anything. All of us—you, me, your mother...everyone.
  • Noire: Just please don't ever leave me again.
  • Henry: Nothing's taking me away from you again. ...Not even death.
  • Noire: That's...a little much, perhaps? But thanks.
  • Henry: Say, do you feel that? A sudden sense of foreboding? Fury rising from the shadows? A Risen ambush? No... Bears? Is it bears? No...Oh gods! It's your mother! And she's FURIOUS!
  • Noire: She must have realized you took all her toys.
  • Henry: I'd better take off before I test that whole "not even death" promise! Nya ha! Bye for now, Noire!
  • Noire: Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for the better!

With Owain

C Support

  • Noire: Hnnnnrrrggghhh!
  • Owain: Whoa, Noire! That's an awful heavy load you've got. What are you up to?
  • Noire: Eep! ...O-oh! Hello, Owain. I'm just bringing some ingredients back from the market.
  • Owain: Geez, they look heavy. Here, lemme help you.
  • Noire: Um, but...are you sure?
  • Owain: Sure, I'm sure! Just drop 'em there, and let your white knight take over!
  • Noire: I'm sorry for the trouble. Thank you.
  • Owain: I'm a lone wolf by nature, but the call of an innocent in distress still— By the red hair of Eliwood! This really is heavy! Is all this stuff for tonight's dinner?
  • Noire: No, not exactly. I thought I'd try my hand at confections.
  • Owain: Ah! And what do you have to confess? Go on now, you can tell old Owain!
  • Noire: Er, no. "Confections." Baked sweets. Little cakes and the like? So I've got flour, milk, eggs, honey, and a few random fruits.
  • Owain: Wow, I didn't know you were such an amazing cook!
  • Noire: Um, well, I haven't cooked anything yet. Actually, this is my first attempt. But maybe you might...try it? I mean...if you...want?
  • Owain: I'd love to! My sword hand is always hungry for conventions!
  • Noire: Um, "confections." It's pronounced... N-never mind. Thanks, Owain. I'll try not to let you down.

B Support

  • Owain: Hey, Noire! I'm here to put some cake in my belly!
  • Noire: Eep! O-Owain! Hello...
  • Owain: Whoa, it smells amazing in here! It's making my mouth water.
  • Noire: I hope it's all right. Some of these proportions are a bit tricky.
  • Owain: I'll let my stomach be the final arbiter of quality here. Give me that! *Horf, snorf, chomp* By the juggled axe of Kieran! This is amazing!
  • Noire: R-really? Oh, I'm so glad...
  • Owain: It's like a lightning bolt of flavor from a fluffy nimbus of perfect texture! Is this your mother's recipe? Because it tastes like magic!
  • Noire: I'd always wanted to try it, but... Well, we never had the ingredients.
  • Owain: Ha! Tell me about it! I spent most of my time in the future eating bugs. So what do you call this delicious morsel, anyway?
  • Noire: I...I don't know. The recipe never mentioned a name.
  • Owain: Then I must give it one!
  • Noire: Er... You will?
  • Owain: Sure! If you don't know it, I doubt anybody else does, so I may as well give it a new one!
  • Noire: I... I suppose that's okay.
  • Owain: A harmonious clash of sweet and bitter rise up through a field of earthen brown... A single whole, when sliced, shows two tiers joined by icing, as two hearts by love... It's coming to me... Brace yourself! It's...coming...to...me...! Behold! The Garden of Eternal Devotion!
  • Noire: That's... That's beautiful, Owain! You're a poet! You just poemed!
  • Owain: I did? I mean, um... Ha ha ha! Of course I did!
  • Noire: Oh, there are so many cakes I'd like to have you try! But even here in the past, this stupid war makes it hard to find ingredients.
  • Owain: Ha! Never fear, my dear chef! I'm sure we'll figure something out.
  • Noire: Um, so if I do...will you name it again? L-like before? I mean, like a poem?
  • Owain: S-sure, why not?!

A Support

  • Owain: Hey, Noire!
  • Noire: Eep! H-hello, Owain...
  • Owain: Any chance you could whip up another cake? I'm craving something sweet.
  • Noire: Oh, I'm so sorry! But I'm all out of ingredients.
  • Owain: Ah... I figured as much.
  • Noire: I really am sorry...
  • Owain: Don't apologize! It's just one more reason for me to fight for peace!
  • Noire: I...I was looking forward to hearing your poems again.
  • Owain: You're really stuck on that, huh?
  • Noire: Eep! S-sorry! I didn't mean to—
  • Owain: Heh, you sure are jumpy. Anyway, if you could make any cake you wanted, what would it be? The last one tasted like chocolate, but there have to be other kinds.
  • Noire: Well, there are sweet breads you eat with jam and butter... Um, and then spongy cakes that you put berries on... All kinds, really. I don't know which one I'd like to try.
  • Owain: Oof, I shouldn't have asked... I'm drooling just hearing about them!
  • Noire: S-say, Owain?
  • Owain: Hm?
  • Noire: Could describing them be enough to come up with a name? I mean, um... Could you maybe poem a cake that didn't exist yet?
  • Owain: Sorry, no can do. The engine of inspiration is sparked by frosting on the palate. It's like the flavor shakes the words out of my very soul!
  • Noire: Oh. ...Then I'll just have to try doubly hard to find ingredients.
  • Owain: Just don't do anything crazy, all right? I don't want you robbing an old lady's larder or something.
  • Noire: I won't do...that.
  • Owain: I don't want to know!

S Support

  • Noire: O-Owain! I made another cake!
  • Owain: You did? Can I have a bite? Please? Pretty please?!
  • Noire: Of course! I...I made it for you.
  • Owain: Ooh, now this looks great! Don't blink or you'll miss this disappearing act! *Horf, norf, snarf, chomp, shlurp* ...BRAAAAAAAAAP! Oh, gods. I feel it! ...I feel inspiration! Get ready! Here it comes!
  • Noire: I've never been so ready in my life!
  • Owain: The flavors swirl like veining in the marble walls of a giant cakey cathedral! A symphony of scent scintillates the space with notes of supple spice! Citrus-tinged light shines forth as if through a stained-glass window! Here...it...COOOOOMES... The High Temple of Austere Majesty!
  • Noire: A...t-temple? My cake is a temple?
  • Owain: And at it's altar, a prince and princess exchange their wedding vows!
  • Noire: A royal wedding?! Oh my goodness!
  • Owain: Oh, Noire! I cannot bear the thought of life without your sweet cakes! Marry me, Noire! Marry me!
  • Noire: ...... Heh... Heh heh heh... Mwah ha ha ha ha ha! BLOOD AND THUNDER!
  • Owain: Gah! L-look! I'm sorry! You can just say no if you want! It's totally fine!
  • Noire: YOU STOLE IT!
  • Owain: I stole wh-what?!
  • Noire: YOU STOLE MY PLAN! The cake was but a way to butter you up before asking the same question! And now you have o'erstapped your bounds and ruined my plan! INSOLENCE!
  • Owain: B-b-but wait! We both get what we want! Who cares who asks who first?!
  • Noire: ...... ...Oh. R-right. Yes, of course. I'm terribly sorry. I shouldn't have yelled, Owain. I was just a bit...overcome.
  • Owain: Hey, I know how it goes. I have trouble reining it in sometimes, too. Maybe that's another reason why we'd be good for each other? ...Maybe?
  • Noire: Oh, Owain! I am so very fond of you! I love how you chew with your mouth open! I love how you name your utensils! I love it all!
  • Owain: Now you're making ME feel a little overcome!
  • Noire: Hee hee!

With Inigo

C Support

  • Inigo: Aaah! S-somebody help! Heeelp! N-Noire's gonna kill me!
  • Noire: Dum de dum de do...
  • Inigo: *Huff, huff...* N-Noire! Come on, put the bow down! It's all fun and games until someone loses an... AAAIEEEE!
  • Noire: Don't worry. Of all the weapons I use, I'm best with a bow. So it's very unlikely I'll hit you.
  • Inigo: Oh, is that so? Well, you know what? THAT DOESN'T HELP! And I was actually making headway with that girl until you started firing at her! ...Yes, well, you've had your fun. Now go away and let me get back to mine.
  • Noire: Oh, but I am my mother's daughter, you know...
  • Inigo: And what does Tharja have to do with any of this?
  • Noire: When it comes to chasing our prey, we never tire. It's in our blood. You might say I'm a bit...obsessive about stuff like this. So you aren't going to lose me. No, sir. Noooooo, sir.
  • Inigo: ...Someone help me! Please! Anyone!
  • Noire: Actually, that raises a different question. Why are you running in the first place? I promised not to hit you, remember? I...I promised. *sniff*
  • Inigo: Wait. Why are YOU going to cry? I'm the one being hunted!
  • Noire: *Sniff* D-don't you trust me?
  • Inigo: My faith in your bow skills is REALLY not the issue here...
  • Noire: Then what's the problem? I'm just doing what I was asked. Just keeping the hyenas at bay.
  • Inigo: Hyenas? Hey, wait a second! Who asked you to do that?!
  • Noire: SILENCE, FOOL! I SHALL BROOK NO FURTHER QUESTIONS! Now stand veeery still.
  • Inigo: Wait! Stop! Just think of all the ladies who will be deprived of— Aaaaaugh! Help meeeeee!

B Support

  • Inigo: Hmm... Back to the market today, perhaps? I saw a couple of ladies ripe for—
  • Noire: What are you up to, Inigo?
  • Inigo: EEEEEEK!
  • Noire: Heading out to pick something up at the market? Or some...ONE?
  • Inigo: Who, me? Ha ha! N-no, I would never go chasing girls! ...Yet. ...Today, I mean.
  • Noire: Well, if you're heading out, I'd better get ready as well. Hum de dum de dooo...
  • Inigo: Um, Noire? Why are you nocking an arrow?
  • Noire: Oh, don't worry about me! Just pretend I'm not here.
  • Inigo: That's kind of difficult when you're pointing an arrow at me.
  • Noire: I won't hit you silly! I'm just keeping the hyenas at bay. Those are my...orders.
  • Inigo: From WHO, for crying out loud?!
  • Noire: Um... I... Oh, I'm sorry, Inigo. But I promised not to tell you. ...Though I must say, they chose the right woman for the job. For I am my mother's daughter! Eeeee hee hee hee!
  • Inigo: I really wish you'd stop saying that. And what's all this about hyenas?
  • Noire: I told you not to worry about it.
  • Inigo: Yes, and that is a piece of advice that I'm planning to ignore. Seriously would you please just explain what's going on here?!
  • Noire: ......
  • Inigo: I haven't seen so much as a stray dog around here, let alone a hyena.
  • Noire: STILL YOUR CHATTERING TONGUE, LEST I REMOVE IT!
  • Inigo: Eeeeeeeeeek!
  • Noire: Inigo! Inigo, wait! Don't run! It's really hard to miss you when you're running around like that!
  • Inigo: Heeeeeelp meeeeeeeeeee!
  • Noire: INSOLENT FOOL! RETURN TO ME AT ONCE!

A Support

  • Noire: Inigooo! Where are yoooooou?! You can run, but you can't hide... Hmm... Probably off chasing skirts again. I just hope there's no repeat of last time...
  • Inigo: What happened last time?
  • Noire: EEEEEK!
  • Inigo: Ha! Doesn't feel good to be snuck up on, now does it? I figured turnabout was fair play, so I staged this little ambush.
  • Noire: Th-that's terrible! You're terrible! *sniff* *sniffle*
  • Inigo: Oh, come one! Stop that... It was the girls, wasn't it? Your "hyenas"? Every poor, defenseless girl I talk to runs off screaming in a hail of arrows!
  • Noire: ...... I had to make sure you weren't tricked again. Those were... Those were Chrom's orders.
  • Inigo: Wait, CHROM told you to do this?!
  • Noire: Well, kind of. I mean, he let me work out the details, but... Look, none of this would have happened if you hadn't been tricked last time!
  • Inigo: Last... I was tricked? I don't...
  • Noire: Remember the lady thief you invited to tea? The one who stole half our gear? When Chrom heard about that, he asked me to keep an eye on you.
  • Inigo: I...see.
  • Noire: You're too trusting, Inigo, Chrom is worried it may shorten your life span.
  • Inigo: You make me sounds totally hopeless. I'm not some easy mark just asking to get taken in. It was just one lady thief! Oh, well...and that girl cutpurse. The one with the glass eye. Ah, and then there was that band of female arsonists... But that still isn't a reason to open fire on me!
  • Noire: ...I was just worried about you. We all worry about you.
  • Inigo: Heh... I forgot all about that stuff, actually. Guess I thought everyone else did, too.
  • Noire: IMPUDENT FOOL!
  • Inigo: Gaaaaah!
  • Noire: You offer apologies, but do you truly grasp the gravity of your crimes?! You've been a burden on the commander and a waste of my precious time! I ask again—does your repentance match the scale of your misdeeds?! SPEAK NOW! SPEAK, LEST I PERMIT MY ARROW TO SPEAK FOR YOU!
  • Inigo: Good gods, y-yes! Yes, ma'am! I'm sorry! Honestly, I had no idea people paid that much attention to me...
  • Noire: BLOOD AND THUNDER!
  • Inigo: Ack! S-sorry, sorry, sorry! I promise I'll be more careful!
  • Noire: ...Wonderful. Then I'll be going, now. We worry because we care, Inigo—so just take care of yourself, okay?
  • Inigo: Phew... I thought I was a dead man. I'm just glad she put the bow down before she lost it there...

S Support

  • Inigo: There you are. I was looking for you.
  • Noire: Did you need something?
  • Inigo: A cup of tea. With you. Interested?
  • Noire: Wh-why? What's going on?
  • Inigo: It's not very ladylike to fib, you know.
  • Noire: I don't know what you're talking about.
  • Inigo: Your little bit about being "ordered" to keep the hyenas at bay.
  • Noire: I didn't lie! Those were my orders!
  • Inigo: But you weren't quite telling the truth, either, hmm? Something tells me you wanted to be one of those hyenas.
  • Noire: ...How did you know?
  • Inigo: Ha! Let's just say I have a gift for reading women.
  • Noire: I was the only one you never flirted with... ...You even flirted with a sign in front of the baker's shop one day! I felt...left out, you know? And hurt. And...kind of... *mumble, mumble*
  • Inigo: Sorry, what was that last one?
  • Noire: I FELT ANGRY! Blood and thunder, mortal! My emotions are not to be trifled with! NOW FLIRT WITH ME!
  • Inigo: Um... I'm not sure I can really...do that...right now...
  • Noire: A gift for reading women? Ha! What a joke. You've got a gift for MIS-reading women! That's why you always get turned down. *Sniff* I just... I just wanted a chance to turn you down too...
  • Inigo: Look, Noire? The reason I didn't flirt with you is because you're kind of...scary. I didn't want to set you off and wind up as an oversized pincushion for your arrows...
  • Noire: Oh. I...I see. I-it's not like I... *sniff* Like I get mad on purpose... I can't...h-h-help it! Waaaaaaaah!
  • Inigo: Cripes! D-don't cry! I mean, yes, I was a jerk, but you fired about a hundred arrows at me... What do you say we call it even and start over? Huh?
  • Noire: But I *hic* I had to, or...the hyenas...
  • Inigo: I know, and I appreciate what you were trying to do. Listen, I was worried about making you angry, That's no lie. But I also thought you were...different. Kind of ethereal, if that makes sense. Like something mortal hands weren't meant to touch. Anyway, that's why I always hesitated. But I'm done hesitating. I'm going to ask what I've been wanting to ask you all along... Will you marry me?
  • Noire: Wh-what?! Isn't this a bit sudden?!
  • Inigo: I'm tired of beating around the bush with you. This is all I've ever wanted!
  • Noire: I don't... I'm... I'm flattered, but it's just so unexpected!
  • Inigo: Hah! You're adorable when you blush and fly into a panic.
  • Noire: If...if we do this, you have to stop flirting with other girls.
  • Inigo: Well sure, that's uh... Sure.
  • Noire: Saying "sure" twice makes it feel less sure.
  • Inigo: Well, it's hard to feel sure when you're pointing a bow at me!
  • Noire: ...I'd hoped you had learned your lesson by now.
  • Inigo: Waugh! S-stop! Stop, please! I promise, I'll... Wait. "Learned my lesson"? So that whole bit about the hyenas WAS just a lie!
  • Noire: Oh, it was no lie. For I have a slavering scavenger in my sights right now...
  • Inigo: Wait, ME?!
  • Noire: Eee hee hee! Time to silence that philandering cackle for good!
  • Inigo: Aaaaaah! Have mercy! I repent! I repeeent!

With Brady

C Support

  • Noire: Oh, this is so embarrassing. Alone on a cot in the medical tent. ...Again! Honestly, everyone is being silly. I was just a little light headed.
  • (Scene transition)
  • Noire: ...... ...Nnnh? ...Oh. I must have fallen asleep. Wait... I hear footsteps... Eep! They're coming closer! Wh-what if it's someone I don't know?!
  • Brady: Huh? ...Oh, it's you.
  • Noire: Brady!
  • Brady: Gods, another day, another screwup on the battlefield. I'm pathetic!
  • Noire: Oh no, are you hurt?
  • Brady: Wouldn't be here otherwise. I dodged an attack wrong and twisted my ankle. My leg'll be fine, but my pride may never recover.
  • Noire: I see...
  • Brady: Anyway, looks like we're neighbors for the time being. Cheers, I guess.
  • Noire: Ch-cheers... I'm actually feeling a lot better, though. I'll probably be going in just a bit...
  • Brady: I hear ya! I can't wait to make like a bakery wagon and haul buns outta here. This place is depressing!
  • Noire: Heh, yeah... W-well, I hope you feel better soon.

B Support

  • Brady: Ugh, genius move, Brady. You're a regular Robin! Leg heals up just in time to get sent back here for another boneheaded injury...
  • Noire: Hee hee! Looks like we're neighbors again.
  • Brady: Am I a court jester? Do I amuse you? 'Cause I ain't laughing! What kind of idiot blocks a hit and pulls his groin while falling on his ass? You couldn't come up with a more pathetic injury if you tried!
  • Noire: Er, it's better than not blocking it at all, right?
  • Brady: Yeah, I guess... So what's got you back in the tent of shame? Anemia acting up again?
  • Noire: Mmm-hmm.
  • Brady: Tough break. ...Ugh, and then there's the boredom to add insult to injury. I want to get outta this two-bit tent. Hit the town, maybe.
  • Noire: Getting better has to come first, though.
  • Brady: Yeah. I know. I just wish there was more to do than sleep. I've done more than enough of that already.
  • Noire: I know how you feel... But what else would you do?
  • Brady: Hmm, that looks about right... Hurff!
  • Noire: Brady? What are you doing with that crate? It looks awfully heavy...
  • Brady: That's kinda the point. May as well use this time to build up a bit of muscle lifting weights.
  • Noire: B-but you're hurt! Shouldn't you be taking it easy?
  • Brady: My leg is hurt! No reason I can't work on the old cannons, though. Am I right? Here we go... One! Two! Th-three... ...... FFFFFfffff!
  • Noire: Are you all right? Don't tell me you hurt your arms?!
  • Brady: G-guess I should've started with a lighter crate... Hngh!
  • Noire: I told you you ought to take it easy! Wait right there. I'll go get help. Er, I mean, I guess I'll yell for help. Or...something. Hello? Is anyone there? Brady's hurt! ...Er, more so!
  • (Noire leaves)
  • Brady: All right, so I spoke too soon. There IS a more pathetic injury...

A Support

  • Brady: Ugh, how many times does this make?
  • Noire: Heh! And it's always the two of us. This is getting to be our spot!
  • Brady: You say that like it's a good thing...
  • Noire: Yeah, well, isn't it? I mean, at least we've been able to talk.
  • Brady: Talk's about all we can do in here. I think my ill-advised attempt at weight training last time proved that much...
  • Noire: Well then, what if we talk about the good old days for a bit?
  • Brady: Like what?
  • Noire: You probably don't remember, but we used to be regulars at the healers as kids, too. We had a bad habit of passing colds back and forth for weeks on end...
  • Brady: Oh, I remember! You were always sneezing green goo out yer bitty nose! Guess it ain't so strange for kids to get sick. Happens to all of 'em eventually. But sure did seem like you and me would always go down at the same time.
  • Noire: I remember lying in a cot across from you when we were both flush and feverish.
  • Brady: Hah! Yeah, you wouldn't stop bawlin'!
  • Noire: Oh, sure. Bring that up again!
  • Brady: Meanwhile, I was busy thinking of how I could toughen up. Guess some things never change, am I right?
  • Noire: I was always so scrawny. I wished there were some way to stop being frail...
  • Brady: Heh heh! And just look at us now! What a couple'a saps.
  • Noire: Still, it's...sort of comforting to know that some things really don't ever change.
  • Brady: All a matter of perspective, I guess. Seems like we'll be neighbors for a long time to come, yet. So, uh... Cheers, I guess.
  • Noire: Cheers. To the two of us getting stronger, bit by bit.
  • Brady: You said it, sister!

S Support

  • Brady: Urgh... Back to the tent of shame...
  • Noire: Ah! Brady, are you all right? What happened?
  • Brady: Just... Hngh! ...Just turned my half-busted shoulder into a whole-busted shoulder.
  • Noire: What?! You've got to be more careful when you're hurt! Here, lie down...
  • Brady: You're makin' a mountain outta some pretty small potatoes, Noire. ...So why you back in the sick house? Caught the dreaded red or somethin'?
  • Noire: I, um... I just came here to find something.
  • Brady: Then it's finally just me stuck in here. Hey, good for you!
  • Noire: Brady...
  • Brady: Naw, ain't nothin'. So don't go gettin' all sad on me! It's a good thing not to be a regular at the infirmary tent. You should be happy.
  • Noire: B-but...I like it here.
  • Brady: Hah! That's crazy talk. Why would you say that?
  • Noire: ...This is our place. You and me have a lot of memories in here at this point, Brady. Even today, the... The thing I was here looking for is...you. I was hoping I might run into you again, you know?
  • Brady: Ha ha! Man, you sure know how to make a guy feel like a million bucks! When the infirmary's the first place you look, boy, that's a ringing endorsement.
  • Noire: No, I didn't mean... There's no reason to be ashamed, Brady. I know what you're doing out there. I've seen you. You're always defending the others by putting yourself in danger. That's why you're always hurt.
  • Brady: You... You saw that?
  • Noire: I mean, sure, you're not the sturdiest man on the field... But you're braver than anyone and more selfless about protecting your allies! There's nothing shameful about that.
  • Brady: ......
  • Noire: ...Ah! I'm sorry! Listen to me blabbing on while you're injured! I'll go. You clearly need some rest.
  • Brady: Heh. And here I thought I'd been subtle about it. Guess I've got a ways to go.
  • Noire: You shouldn't have to hide it at all...
  • Brady: I've spent a lot of time in hospital beds, Noire. You know that better'n most. And I'd always spend my time thinking of how to be stronger, ya know? Like, how could I help more? And how could I... How could I keep the girl on the bed next to me safe? Because I loved her.
  • Noire: Oh, Brady...
  • Brady: I love ya, Noire! I'm in love with ya! Heck, I think you're the cat's pajamas! So, what say we maybe spend some time together outside for once, when I'm better? I was thinking, like...forever?
  • Noire: I'd love to, Brady! Oh, I'm so happy. I feel like I'm walking on air!
  • Brady: Me, too! Though some of that's probably the healing magic kickin' in...

With Severa

C Support

  • Noire: Um, so, Severa? I have to... Er... Do you mind?
  • Severa: Isn't it time you learned to do this by yourself?
  • Noire: Puh-puh-please?
  • Severa: Oh, all right! Gods!
  • Noire: S-sorry! I'm just scared, is all.
  • Severa: Too scared of the dark to go to the bathroom by yourself at night? Honestly, Noire! You're a grown woman!
  • Noire: I'm sorry, okay?! I'm sorry! ...Also, I'm sorry I yelled just there.
  • Severa: Gods, enough! Stop apologizing and let's go.
  • Noire: Th-thanks, Severa. You're always so nice to me.
  • Severa: That must be a pretty low bar if I'm leaping over it. Why not bother someone else from time to time?
  • Noire: Oh, I'd be too embarrassed...
  • Severa: And you're not with me?
  • Noire: You don't tease me for it.
  • Severa: No, I suppose not. I'm only interested in taking self-important people down a peg. Teasing you would be like kicking a puppy. ...While it's asleep.
  • Noire: ...W-wait. Is that really the reason why?
  • Severa: Oh, what does it matter? At the end of the day, I'm still saddled with guarding you from the bogeyman.
  • Noire: ...Sorry?
  • Severa: Never mind. We're old friends. Imposing on me is just what you do. ...Er, that sounded less harsh in my head.
  • Noire: I think I know what you meant.

B Support

  • Noire: Hngh... I-it hurts...
  • Severa: Noire?! Are you all right?
  • Noire: S-Severa...? I... Ngh!
  • Severa: What's wrong? Are you hurt?
  • Noire: I was m-making medicinal tea... A compound of herbs... I boiled them and drank the tea, and now it feels like my stomach is tied in knots!
  • Severa: Since when do you know how to mix herbs?
  • Noire: I don't. I just threw in whatever looked like an herb.
  • Severa: You what?! Gods, are you insane?! Your stomach is fragile enough without you dumping weird potions into it!
  • Noire: That's what the medicine was supposed to fix... Ungh...
  • Severa: Oh, this is just too absurd...
  • Noire: I thought maybe if my body were stronger, I'd be less meek, too. Than I wouldn't be such a scaredy-cat, and... Um... I wouldn't have to bug you all the time.
  • Severa: Well it totally doesn't help either of us if you turn your guts inside out.
  • Noire: No, you're right. I'm sorry..
  • Severa: Look, just...lie down for a bit, okay?
  • Noire: All right.
  • Severa: I'll fetch some water and some REAL medicine. Don't move till I get back, all right?
  • Noire: Yes, ma'am...
  • Severa: That's it.
  • Noire: ......
  • (Noire leaves)
  • Severa: Gods, she is such a handful! And why is it always my hands she's filling?!

A Support

  • Noire: Severa, I am so, so sorry! It was an accident! Honest!
  • Severa: Gods, it's fine...It's just some spilled stew.
  • Noire: B-but it was so...so chunky! *sob* *sniff* I'm always causing trouble for you...
  • Severa: And every time you do, I tell you it's fine and to stop apologizing, don't I? Besides, there was a ton of stew that you didn't spill... I even had seconds.
  • Noire: Aw, you're so sweet!
  • Severa: Although...
  • Noire: Huh?
  • Severa: Even at your best—and I say this lovingly—you're not the most together person. But you're still usually not this lame!
  • Noire: ...What do you mean?
  • Severa: It's like whenever I'm around, minor slipups turn into full-blown disasters. I'm not sure if it's my fault or yours! ...Am I the only one who has noticed?
  • Noire: ...Oh.
  • Severa: Needing an escort to go to the bathroom? Poisoning yourself with amateur potions? Dropping our dinner on the floor? I mean, I'm just saying is all, but why in the heck does this keep happening?
  • Noire: ...I've been wondering that myself.
  • Severa: Oh?
  • Noire: Well, um, see, I'm not doing it intentionally or anything, but... But maybe I'm subconsciously leaning on you for a familiar sense of security! I mean, um...that's my theory.
  • Severa: Weirdo alert.
  • Noire: Yeah, I know. I'm sorry, Severa.
  • Severa: Oh, stop it... I don't mind.
  • Noire: B-but I'm making so much work for you.
  • Severa: Yeah, well, I suppose I make some work for you, too.
  • Noire: What do you mean?
  • Severa: People don't really rely on me for stuff. I'm more the...prickly type. So it's kind of... You know. ...Nice. Besides, who would keep you out of trouble if I wasn't around?
  • Noire: Hee hee! You're so right!
  • Severa: Just, uh... Don't go crazy, yeah? Everything in moderation.
  • Noire: Heh, it's a deal!

With Gerome

C Support

  • Noire: Phew! I'm exhausted!
  • Gerome: ......
  • Noire: Er, hullo?
  • Gerome: ......
  • Noire: Gerome? Is that you?
  • Gerome: Yes.
  • Noire: Eeek! H-how long were you going to stand there and...stare at me? You weren't...just watching me...were you? ...What do you want, anyway?!
  • Gerome: I don't want anything.
  • Noire: Um, okay. So then why—
  • Gerome: Do you wish for me to go?
  • Noire: I don't know. ...I suppose not. I'm finished now, so it doesn't really matter either way.
  • Gerome: Because if I am bothering you, I can stand farther away. Over there, perhaps?
  • Noire: No, no. It's okay, you don't have to... Oh. He's gone. That's...mildly disturbing. W-wait! Could it be that someone sent him to spy on me? Because then... Oh no!

B Support

  • Noire: H-hey, Gerome.
  • Gerome: ......
  • Noire: Um, so, are you sure you don't need anything from me? Because you're spending a lot of time just...hovering around.
  • Gerome: I desire nothing.
  • Noire: Oh, er, okay. Nothing on your mind at all, then. Is that right?
  • Gerome: ......
  • Noire: Right. That's...certainly not creepy or anything.
  • Gerome: ......
  • Noire: Okay, what is your deal, mister?!
  • Gerome: Hmm?
  • Noire: BLOOD AND THUNDER! WERE YOU SENT TO SPY ON ME OR NO? SPEAK! SPEAK BEFORE I RIP YOUR TONGUE FROM YOUR MAW!
  • Gerome: B-b-but...
  • Noire: BWAAA HA HA HA HA!
  • Gerome: F-forgive me! I was only trying to help! I was worried about you.
  • Noire: ...W-worried?!
  • Gerome: Yes! You've been working far too hard, and I was just concerned for your health.
  • Noire: So...that's why you've been hanging around me like a starving vulture?
  • Gerome: It's no secret that you possess a somewhat delicate constitution. I feared you'd work too hard, fall ill, and be unable to march with the army. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. It was not my intention.
  • Noire: Er, well, I guess you meant well...
  • Gerome: I will leave you in peace now.
  • Noire: ...... Aw, crackers! I scared him away again!

A Support

  • Noire: Hey-ho... Oomph! Ungh... This crate's...so heavy...
  • Gerome: Noire?!
  • Noire: I-I've got it! Unnngh... Totally got... Uh-oh, no I don't—! Waaaaaaaaaaargh! ...Whew, I'm still standing. But I was tipping backwar—
  • Gerome: Are you all right, Noire?!
  • Noire: Gerome? Did you save me? Oh, wow. Y-you did, didn't you?! Oh gee, that's kind of... Ungh...
  • Gerome: Look out!
  • Noire: Whoops! Sorry! Guess I'm still a little light headed there.
  • Gerome: You must stop pushing yourself so hard! You can barely walk from exhaustion!
  • Noire: Yeah, but I didn't think it would be so hard to move a couple of crates. ...Sorry you had to rescue me.
  • Gerome: You always push hardest when you think no one is around.
  • Noire: ...Yeah, maybe. Look, I'll try to be more careful, all right?
  • Gerome: Next time, ask for help. It benefits no one if you injure yourself.
  • Noire: Yeash, I know, I know... I'm sorry.
  • Gerome: ...Apologies if I spoke harshly. I'm only concerned for your well-being.
  • Noire: Oh, it's all right. ...Besides, I should apologize for calling you creepy earlier. I kind of meant it at the time, but I don't anymore.
  • Gerome: Well, I suppose I might have come across strangely, just standing there...
  • Noire: Great! Glad that's settled! Now I've got some crates to move! You can stay and help if you want. Just to make sure I don't...overdo it?
  • Gerome: Of course.
  • Noire: Hee hee! Thanks, Gerome!

S Support

  • Noire: Hello again. Seems like I've been seeing a lot of you recently.
  • Gerome: *Cough* Just wondering if there's anything I can...help you with.
  • Noire: Gerome, you are far too kind. ...Actually, you really are far too kind! What are you up to?
  • Gerome: Nothing!
  • Noire: Are you sure? You're sure it's not actually that... You're starting to fall in love with me?
  • Gerome: P-preposterous!
  • Noire: Really? ...Oh. Then we'll just forget I ever said anything, okay? If I need a hand in the future, I'll ask someone else. Not fair that you always—
  • Gerome: Wait!
  • Noire: Hmm?
  • Gerome: ......
  • Noire: ...... Well, come on. Out with it. I'm waiting.
  • Gerome: You are?
  • Noire: Gods, but you sure can be a wet fish sometimes!
  • Gerome: I am not a wet fish!
  • Noire: You do understand what I'm trying to get at here, don't you? I'm lining up the practice dummies! All you have to do is swing blindly! Is it really so hard to tell a girl that you like her?!
  • Gerome: Er... Well, that is to say...
  • Noire: Come on, Gerome! Man up! Just tell me, plainly and clearly, what you think of me!
  • Gerome: ...... You see, sometimes when two people... Things happen... Stuff... *mumble* ...Okay, I like you.
  • Noire: Really? Are you serious? Hee hee! Oh, how embarrassing!
  • Gerome: ...B-but you made me say it!
  • Noire: It's just so sudden! You'll give me time to think about this, won't you?
  • Gerome: ...... Are you making fun of me?
  • Noire: Not at all! I feel overwhelmed, actually. And surprised. ...And honored. And I'm also delighted that you finally managed to express yourself! So, um, you'll keep helping me out, won't you?
  • Gerome: Of course. I don't want you dropping more crates on yourself. But I won't be lurking in the shadows anymore. I'll be right at your side.
  • Noire: Well that would be a lovely change of pace! Hee hee!

With Morgan (Male)

C Support

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

B Support

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

A Support

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

S Support

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

With Morgan (Female)

C Support

  • Noire: Heh heh heh ha ha ha ha...
  • Morgan: Hm? What was that?
  • Noire: MWAAAH HA HA HA HA HA!
  • Morgan: D-don't tell me...
  • Noire: A POX ON THESE ENDLESS MARCHES! May camping outdoors burn in perdition! The blood and the thunder demand a bed with pillows of softest down! SOFTEST DOWN, DAMN YOU!
  • Morgan: Er... Are you all right, Noire?
  • Noire: Ack! M-Morgan?! I... Oh, dear.
  • Morgan: Um, look. I know we've been on the road for a while since the last town, but... Well, I didn't know it was bothering you this much. I'm right there with you, though. A nice, fluffy bed sounds amazing right now.
  • Noire: N-no, I... I'm all right, Morgan. I was just... Whenever I feel stressed and frustrated, I let it out like that. Shouting out loud helps relieve the pressure, you know? I do this fairly often, actually...
  • Morgan: Fairly often?!
  • Noire: Well, it's better to let it all out than have it build up inside me, right?
  • Morgan: So, wait. You're really this stressed over not being able to sleep in a bed?
  • Noire: Um, yes and no. That was mostly just the first thing that came to mind. It's never that simple, though. Stress is a sum of all the little things in life.
  • Morgan: Yeah, I suppose it is. Anyway, I'm sorry you feel so frustrated.
  • Noire: No, it's all right. I'm sorry to have startled you, Morgan. I'll be going now.
  • Morgan: She always seemed so quiet and gentle...

B Support

  • Noire: Heh heh heh ha ha ha ha...
  • Morgan: Oh, geez... Not again.
  • Noire: MWAH HA HA HA HA HA!
  • Morgan: Noire?!
  • Noire: MY TANGLED HAIR DEMANDS JUSTICE! My skin is as dry as the wastes of our forsaken future! This bleak and desiccated life of scavenging meals and endless night marches must end! END, DAMN YOU!
  • Morgan: A-are you sure you're all right? Should I get a healer? Or, um, a psychiatrist?
  • Noire: Ack! M-Morgan?! Um, hi. I'm afraid you've...caught me again. I don't, uh... I mean, this isn't... This is all so embarrassing.
  • Morgan: Is everything okay? Did something happen?
  • Noire: Honestly, even I don't really know why I'm feeling so pent up of late.
  • Morgan: Well, I hope you can find the source soon. It must be awful! And it, uh... It sounds like you're getting louder every time. To be honest, I'm a little worried about where this may go...
  • Noire: I know. I'm kinda worried, too.
  • Morgan: Well, no sense stressing over your stress levels! Get some rest and you'll feel better. Take it from me, the best thing to do in situations like this is forget your troubles! Just slap on a big grin and tell yourself everything's coming up Noire!
  • Noire: So...I should act like you?
  • Morgan: Hey, not to brag, but you could do a lot worse than follow my lead on this one. Give it a try, and see where it gets you!
  • Noire: Heh, I may just do that. Thank you, Morgan.
  • Morgan: My pleasure! And if there's ever anything on your mind, I'm always happy to listen. Honestly, I'm feeling pretty lucky after spotting one of your screaming sessions. Maybe some of that good fortune will rub off on you, too!
  • Noire: You make it sound like finding me screaming is like finding a four-leaf clover.
  • Morgan: What? Not at all! That would be rude. ...It's more like seeing a shooting star.
  • Noire: Oh, well that's... Wait, how is that different?

A Support

  • Noire: Dum tee dum doo... Tra la la tee da...
  • Morgan: Heya, Noire.
  • Noire: M-Morgan! You've caught me in the act yet again.
  • Morgan: Yeah, but it's the act of humming! And you look so...cheery?
  • Noire: Do I? Oh, that's a relief! A while back, I finally pinpointed the source of my frustration...
  • Morgan: Really? Congratulations! That's great!
  • Noire: Yes, right. See, because it's not exactly an easy problem to fix... The chief source of my stress is my own tendency to suddenly snap.
  • Morgan: Wait, what?!
  • Noire: Well, I'd get angry, then feel ashamed of my outburst. Then that creates stress and... Well, I just end up in a big shame spiral.
  • Morgan: So getting stressed was getting you...stressed? Yeah, that does sound like a tricky problem.
  • Noire: It's hopeless unless I find some way to break this vicious cycle...
  • Morgan: Then wait, how come you were so happy a second ago?
  • Noire: Well, I figured that if my getting angry was the problem, I need to be happy instead. Even if it meant just clearing my head of thought and enjoying a little mindless break. So I, um...
  • Morgan: Yes?
  • Noire: I tried to do my best to emulate you. No one rivals you for mindless happiness. ...And I mean that in the nicest possible way. So I hoped that even just going through the motions must brighten me up a bit.
  • Morgan: Huh. Well, I'll be.
  • Noire: B-but please don't get the wrong idea! I know you must have your own troubles. I don't mean to dismiss them at all.
  • Morgan: Aw, don't worry about that! If it helps you, I think it's a great idea! Besides, I don't actually have any troubles, so don't worry in the least.
  • Noire: Yes, and I'm very sor— Wait, you don't?
  • Morgan: Yup! No worries here! Emulate away. Heck, I'll even teach you! Tips and Tricks to Mindless Bliss: A Seminar by Morgan!
  • Noire: Are there actually... Do you actually HAVE tips and tricks?
  • Morgan: Well, sure! Step one: Always wake up early to give yourself time to say hi to the songbirds.
  • Noire: W-wait, I should be writing these down! Oh, Morgan, will you train me in the ways of airheaded joy?
  • Morgan: You bet! We'll start with the easy stuff. Prepare for some intense nap lessons!
  • Noire: Er... How does one train at napping? To say nothing of doing it "intensely."
  • Morgan: You don't even KNOW! It takes constant focus to cease all conscious thought! But don't worry—I'll have you spacing with the best of them in no time!
  • Noire: R-right!

With Morgan (Female) (Daughter)

C Support

  • Morgan: Hmm... I wonder why I have no memory of my mother... All my memories of Father are so crisp and clear... I remember what an amazing tactician he was, all the time we studied together... But nothing at all about my mother. It's one big blank.
  • Noire: Eek! Morgan, what are you doing here?
  • Morgan: Mother! That's amazing! I was just thinking about you! Is this fate?! This is totally fate! Family-style fate! ...Wait, no. How did Father put it? "We're not pawns of some scripted fate. It's the invisible ties we forge that bind us." So yeah, it's not fate. It's the whole invisible bond-like...thing!
  • Noire: O-oh, really? That's great, dear.
  • Morgan: Yup! Even without my memories, there's an invisible thread that links us. Er, but that reminds me... I was just wondering how I could have possibly forgotten you, Mother. Do you think maybe you could help me get those memories back?
  • Noire: Oh! Um, yes, of course. I mean—
  • Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! I'll start preparing. Oh, I can't wait to get started!
  • (Morgan leaves)
  • Noire: Sh-she's so full of energy...

B Support

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

A Support

  • Morgan: *Sigh* No luck today, either... I'm going crazy trying to remember you. I feel so useless! I'm just so... *sniff* Why can't I... *sob*
  • Noire: Come now, Morgan. No tears...
  • Morgan: B-but I know I must have loved you just as much as I loved Father. I bet we had a million memories together, and the thought of having lost them... I feel like I failed you. Like I... Like I... *sob*
  • Noire: Morgan...
  • Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry. I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-my head! ...Wha—?!
  • Noire: Eek! Wh-what's wrong?!
  • Morgan: I... I remembered something! Just one tiny little memory, but... I remember! You were smiling at me...and you called my name... Ha ha! Yes! You looked a little bit older, but it was DEFINITELY you! Oh thank you, Mother. I never would have remembered without your help. And hey, this is great! If I can get one memory back, maybe I can get the rest! It may take time, but I won't stop trying until I remember everything about you.
  • Noire: Take all the time you need. I'll always be here for you, dear...
  • Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Mom.

With Morgan (Female) (Sister)

C Support

  • Morgan: Let's see here... Birthday? May 5... Favorite colors? Blue and purple... Favorite food? Probably bear meat...
  • Noire: What are you mumbling about over there, Morgan?
  • Morgan: Least favorite food? Veggies, apparently. Don't seem to mind them now, though...
  • Noire: Morgan!
  • Morgan: Oh! Noire?! Guess I was pretty out of it to miss my own sister paying a visit! Did you need something?
  • Noire: J-just wondering what you were chanting over there... Whenever I hear something like that, it usually involves a curse...
  • Morgan: Nope! Just going back over my notes on what you told me about myself. I was hoping they'd hold some clue that might spark back my memory. Heh. It's of crazy how much you know about me, huh? Like, I really once got five nosebleeds in the same day? I have no memory of that at all. AT ALL! Ha ha ha! I can just imagine...
  • Noire: Well, you're still as cheerful, that's for sure. And as talkative as ever...
  • Morgan: I am? I mean, I was?! Hmm, now that you mention it, that does sound...right, somehow. ...Heh. Everything still feels funny. Even you being my sister hasn't really clicked.
  • Noire: If you think it's strange for you, imagine how I feel... My kid sister starts talking to me like a stranger, asking questions about herself... I had no idea how to even interact with you. It was pretty rough, but I got used to it.
  • Morgan: Heh, yeah... Sorry about that. But that's just another reason why I'm working so hard to get my memories back. Once I do, nobody will have to feel weird or awkward around me again. Pretty noble, huh? I'm such a sweet, selfless girl!
  • Noire: Heh, and so humble as well... In any case, I'm happy to help you get those memories back however I can. Someday soon I bet we'll be able to laugh about old times—now included!
  • Morgan: Heh, right!

B Support

  • Noire: Whew! Managed to survive another day... I think I'll hit the hay a bit ear...ly? Is someone passed out over there? Wait, is that Morgan?!
  • Morgan: Nn...nngh...
  • Noire: Morgan! Morgan, are you all right?! What happened?!
  • Morgan: ...Wha—?! Noire! Wh-what am I doing here? Was I asleep?! I don't even remember feeling tired... Oh, right! I was bashing that huge tome against my head when I blacked out. That explains why my face hurts so bad...
  • Noire: Bashing your... Morgan, why in the WORLD would you do that?! Wait, were you trying to get your memories back?
  • Morgan: Well, yeah! Obviously. If you ever saw me bludgeoning myself just for fun, I hope you'd put a stop to it...
  • Noire: I'll stop you even if it's NOT just for fun. Look, I know you want your memories back, but please... Don't do anything reckless.
  • Morgan: ...But I want to be able to talk with you about old times again.
  • Noire: I know, Morgan, and I want that, too. But more than that, I want you safe. I may just be another stranger to you, but to me, you're family. In the future, with Mother and Father gone, it was just the two of us. You're all I had Morgan... I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you.
  • Morgan: All right, I'm sorry, Noire.
  • Noire: Just as long as you understand.
  • Morgan: ...Heh, that felt really siblingy just now. Don't you think? Me messing up and you scolding me felt... I don't know, it felt really plausible! Maybe if you keep it up, I'll remember something!
  • Noire: You...really thinkso?
  • Morgan: Yeah! Oh yeah, this will totally work! So go on, keep yelling! C'mon, scream at your amnesiac sister, Noire!
  • Noire: Um, I'm not really comfortable with—
  • Morgan: Hey, why don't you use the tome, too? Come on, don't hold back. Really wallop me with that thing! Maybe the simultaneous physical and mental shock will jar some memories loose! It's gotta be twice as effective as either one by itself, right? That's just basic science.
  • Noire: I am NOT doing that!

A Support

  • Noire: Hey Morgan, I'm headed into town. Want to come along?
  • Morgan: I'd love to! Is there something in particular you need?
  • Noire: I might pick up a couple of things, yes. But mostly I think there's something YOU need.
  • Morgan: It doesn't have to do with getting my memories back, does it?
  • Noire: The opposite, really. Maybe there's no need to worry about your memories.
  • Morgan: That...makes no sense.
  • Noire: I'll be honest—it does hurt to know you've forgotten me. But...maybe it's better to build new memories than to worry about old ones.
  • Morgan: What do you mean?
  • Noire: I've been thinking about this a lot. Why you might have lost your memories, I mean. And I'm wondering if you didn't have some awful memory you couldn't bear to keep. ...I know I've got a few. I see a lot of faces, you know? People we couldn't save...
  • Morgan: ...... I'm sorry you have to bear those dreadful memories, Noire...
  • Noire: Look, this is just a theory, and even if it's true, it's not like you did it consciously. But I do think that getting your memories back might not necessarily be a good thing.
  • Morgan: Hmm... I understand, and believe me, I appreciate the thought... But I want to remember things, no matter how painful they are. Because I'm sure there'll be plenty of great memories mixed with the bad ones. And the truth, whatever it is... I really want to have that back, you know?
  • Noire: Well, if you're sure, then I'm happy to help.
  • Morgan: That's really kind of you, Noire, but do you truly realize what you're saying? I mean, it could be years before I remember anything. Or decades. Heck, there's a decent chance I may never get my memories back at all. I don't want to drag you into something that could last forever
  • Noire: BLOOD AND THUNDER! WE ARE KIN FOOL! TWO SOULS CONNECTED BY BIRTH AND BLOOD! NEVER AGAIN IMPLY THAT I MIGHT BE SO SHAMELESS AS TO ABANDON YOU!
  • Morgan: Eek! I'm sorry, Noire! Really! P-please, let me make it up to you!
  • Noire: ...V-very well. You can start by coming with me into town.
  • Morgan: Huh? But you said that doesn't have to do with getting my memories back.
  • Noire: Hey, there's no rule that says you can't have a little fun while you try. And there's certainly no rule against making some happy new memories, either. You're young! Live a little! There'll be plenty of time to worry later.
  • Morgan: Right... You're right! Thanks, Sis!

With Yarne

C Support

  • Yarne: *Huff* *pant* N-Noire! You've got to...h-help me!
  • Noire: Eeep! Y-Yarne, what's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost!
  • Yarne: Long story! No time! Very convoluted! You've just gotta hide me!
  • Noire: Er, there's a blanket in the corner you can hide under if you want?
  • Yarne: ...Wait, that's it? No questions asked? You'll just help?
  • Noire: Er, you said it was convoluted and there wasn't time. But if you want to tell me, I'm happy to—
  • Yarne: Thanks, Noire. I owe you one!
  • Noire: Don't mention it. But since you offered, maybe you could tell me—
  • Yarne: Shhhh! I think someone's coming!

B Support

  • Yarne: Hey, Noire! I brought you a little treat today.
  • Noire: Oh, is that a fruit tart? It looks scrumptious! This must have been hard to find, given the state of things. What's the occasion?
  • Yarne: It's a thank-you for before. When you hid me?
  • Noire: Oh geez! You didn't have to bring anything! I just threw an old blanket on you.
  • Yarne: Tut tut! I won't hear it. You saved my bushy tail, so let me repay you.
  • Noire: Well, if you're sure, then thank you. Would you care to join me? I could get us something to drink... Oh, wait! We have those simulated combat drills today... Darn. There won't be enough time to enjoy this tasty tart.
  • Yarne: Oh... B-but... I've already done mine! Yep! That's it! Just like my Mother always said, the early rabbit gets the...thingy! Heh heh...
  • Noire: I...see? Well in that case...
  • Yarne: A-anyway, let's eat! I'm ready to forget all about those drills.
  • Noire: They do say that sweets help to ease the body after physical exertion.
  • Yarne: Y-yeah...

A Support

  • Yarne: Hey, Noire! I brought some cake this time! Want to split it with me?
  • Noire: I'd love to, but I'm afraid I can't. I have to prepare for combat.
  • Yarne: You're fighting in the next battle?
  • Noire: I am.
  • Yarne: ...Ah. I see.
  • Noire: For all my faults, the others still trust me enough to rely on me...
  • Yarne: But aren't you scared?
  • Noire: Of course I am! Even now, my hands are shaking...
  • Yarne: Then why force yourself? Wouldn't it be easier to just stay here and—
  • Noire: It would, but I don't want to do what's easy. I want to do what's right... Yarne, if you don't want to fight, you don't have to. I won't judge you. I don't want to go out there either.
  • Yarne: Then why go?!
  • Noire: B-because we have to win this war, and it's time for me to make a stand! So, yeah. I'm scared, but I'm going.
  • Yarne: Noire...
  • (Noire leaves)
  • Yarne: She's so tiny. And she's trembling, for crying out loud! ...Gods, what a craven. I'm in here hiding while she fights for a better future. That's it! No more being a coward! I'm volunteering for today's battle too! Hey! Noire, wait up! I'm coming tooooo!

S Support

  • Noire: Combat again? I'm already shaking... But if there's some way I can help, I need to muster up my courage to do it!
  • Yarne: H-hey, Noire!
  • Noire: Yarne?
  • Yarne: I'll go with you. I'll fight today.
  • Noire: You've been volunteering to fight a lot lately, is everything all right?
  • Yarne: It's fine. I just... Watching you suit up and head off to battle made me realize I needed to shape up. No more hiding in your tent because I'm too scared to fight! No more skipping out on training with lies and tarts! Er, although the tart was very good... Anyway, no more being a chicken is what I'm saying. I'm fed up with being that guy.
  • Noire: ......
  • Yarne: And that's why I'm fighting with you!
  • Noire: I'm really glad, Yarne.
  • Yarne: I'm sorry you had to watch me act like such a craven. That must have been frustrating. How come you never snapped and gave me what for like you usually do? You know? "Blood and thunder" and all that?
  • Noire: Hee hee. Because I didn't have to! If I yelled, you would have run away. Guilt was far more effective.
  • Yarne: Wait, so all that trembling was an act? ...Oh, you're good. AND you know me far to well! I love that about you, you know? How attentive you are...especially about me. In fact, I think I just love you, period. I always wanted to tell you, but I was too... Well, you know.
  • Noire: Yarne...
  • Yarne: Look, this is nuts, but would you be my girl? Once the war's over I mean?
  • Noire: Oh, Yarne. I've always hoped you thought as much. That's the real reason I never got mad at you, you know? Because... I love you, too. But I had to be sure you'd do what was right for you on your own terms.
  • Yarne: Thanks, Noire.
  • Noire: Hee hee! Don't thank me for loving you! That's just weird.
  • Yarne: No, I mean, thanks for giving me one more thing to fight for. Plus, this war will be less scary knowing we're both there to keep each other safe. So let's get out there and kick some heinie!
  • Noire: I'm right beside you!

With Laurent

C Support

  • Noire: All right... On to the next task.
  • Laurent: You seem exceptionally busy, Noire. What has you so occupied?
  • Noire: Oh, nothing. Just on my way to draw water for tonight's dinner.
  • Laurent: In that enormous bucket?
  • Noire: W-well, yes?
  • Laurent: Then pray, allow me.
  • Noire: What? No, I couldn't ask you to do that.
  • Laurent: A slight person like yourself oughtn't put undo strain on their frame. I won't explain the physics behind it, save to say it may bring about a fracture.
  • Noire: B-but, this is the same bucket I've been using for years.
  • Laurent: What if your anemia acted up and you grew light headed? You could be badly injured.
  • Noire: But, Laurent, I feel fine! ...Oh, okay! You can help! But just for today.
  • Laurent: Excellent. Leave it to me. And this water is bound for the mess-tent team, correct?
  • Noire: Yes, that's right. Thank you.
  • Laurent: Thanks are not required. I insisted, did I not?

B Support

  • Laurent: How are you feeling, Noire? Taking care not to overexert yourself, I trust?
  • Noire: I'm fine, thank you. I've been feeling quite well for some time now.
  • Laurent: Excellent news. But pray, stay wary. Our marches have been grueling of late, and exhaustion is a relentless foe.
  • Noire: R-really, Laurent, I'm fine. You don't have to worry so.
  • Laurent: You ought to express this level of concern as well. Frankly, your body is frail. You must be realistic and cautious in how you treat it.
  • Noire: Look, everyone else is busy keeping the camp clean and well supplied. I can't be the only one lounging about!
  • Laurent: And yet, I would impress on you that resting adequately is your greatest responsibility.
  • Noire: Even if I tried, I don't think I could sit still with everyone else buzzing around. If the guilt didn't keep me up, the sheer amount of activity around me would.
  • Laurent: And what if thinking of you pushing yourself beyond reason keeps the rest of us awake?
  • Noire: ......
  • Laurent: Have you eaten today, Noire?
  • Noire: N-not yet, no.
  • Laurent: This is unacceptable. Run along and eat.
  • Noire: I don't really... I'm not hungry.
  • Laurent: Caloric intake is critical for success in all areas of life. ...Unless this lack of appetite is a symptom of some ailment you've contracted?
  • Noire: Laurent, I'm fine, okay? I. Feel. Fine.
  • Laurent: Maintaining energy levels is critical, and yet you leave food uneaten at every meal. This cannot continue. It's the duty of every soldier to clean his or her plate.
  • Noire: Look, would you... Can you just... ...Fine. I'll eat more.

A Support

  • Laurent: Noire, might I have a moment?
  • Noire: What? Why? What did I do now?
  • Laurent: I fear it's what you haven't done. I haven't seen you maintaining your weapons of late. Are you caring for them properly?
  • Noire: Er... I haven't really had the time this week.
  • Laurent: Being busy is no excuse. Your own life and those of your allies depend on that equipment. I should think a cursory inspection every day is not too much to ask.
  • Noire: ...Anything else?
  • Laurent: Weapon maintenance really must be done by the one wielding the equipment. You have a complete grasp of it's characteristics and idiosyncrasies. Now then, when examining a weapon, it behooves the user to first grasp it...
  • Noire: ...... ...up.
  • Laurent: What was that? Speak up, please.
  • Noire: ...Shut up.
  • Laurent: I beg your pardon? It sounded as if—
  • Noire: STILL YOUR CHATTERING TONGUE, YOU BLITHERING IDIOT!
  • Laurent: N-Noire?!
  • Noire: Day after day after day you prattle on with your ceaseless picking of nits! If you are so haunted by doubts of my weapon's bite, we shall test it! On you! IF YOU WANT ME TO EAT, I SHALL FEAST UPON YOUR SOUL!
  • Laurent: W-wait! L-let's not be hasty here, Noire! All I said, I said out of concern for you!
  • Noire: BLOOD AND THUNDER! Your concern is unfounded, unsolicited, and most unwelcome! It takes more than drawing water and meager sustenance to lay low this vessel! I've no need for a nagging mother-in-law! IT WILL NOT STAND!
  • Laurent: N-no, I'm not your... I never meant to... I'm... I'm sorry?
  • Noire: Bwaaaaa ha ha ha ha ha! Yes! You are sorry now, aren't you, whelp?! YOUR CONTRITION IS SWEET AMBROSIA!
  • Laurent: W-well, all right, then. I'll, uh... I'll be more careful in the future. Really, I... I meant...well. ...I'll just be going now.
  • (Laurent leaves)
  • Noire: Ah! Oh, dear, I think I... I think I lost control again. Laurent must think me a monster! Oh, this is so embarrassing!

S Support

  • Noire: I still feel terrible for exploding at Laurent like that. He was concerned for me, and I...
  • Laurent: Erm, Noire?
  • Noire: Eek! L-Laurent!
  • Laurent: I'm sorry, but... It seems I couldn't help but come by and check on you again. I know it's an unwelcome intrusion. You've made that very clear...
  • Noire: Laurent, I'm sorry for...all the yelling. You were only speaking out of concern, and I turned into a screaming terror.
  • Laurent: No, you had every right. And I regret the constant pestering I subjected you to. I will strive to listen in the future, rather than simply run my own mouth. I was merely surprised. I'd not thought it possible for you to be so...upset.
  • Noire: Ugh, please, don't remind me... That was me but it wasn't really me, if that makes any sense.
  • Laurent: I don't think I've ever been tongue-lashed quite so thoroughly before. And in truth... It had my heart racing. I was agog at seeing you true for the first time. I nearly fell right then and there!
  • Noire: Fell...over?
  • Laurent: In love. I nearly fell in love with you, Noire.
  • Noire: Oh, well that makes... Wait—what?! Because I flew into a blind rage?!
  • Laurent: I live to see you channel that fire again! Preferably when it's just us two! If there was ever anything I did that met with your displeasure, you must get angry! E-even if there isn't anything, become angry anyway! Rage! Rage against the world! Just let me be the one you show when your true self spills forth!
  • Noire: ...I-I don't know what to say right now. I really do appreciate all your advice... And I...do have feelings for you, too...
  • Laurent: Then will you be my very own smouldering volcano of pitch-dark vitriol?!
  • Noire: Er... It's not something I can just switch on at will, you know?
  • Laurent: Regrettable, but hardly insurmountable. I'll simply stay at your side at all times and await the next eruption.
  • Noire: ...Laurent? Why are you so keen on getting yelled at?
  • Laurent: I do not have an explanation that makes any manner of logical sense. But when I felt the full force of your feelings crash against me, it set my heart ablaze! Hearing you expose my flaws and deride me made me happier than I have ever been.
  • Noire: And here I thought I was the odd one... Um, look. Are you sure about this?
  • Laurent: Indubitably! I love you for who you are, Noire... Both of you! Sublime in your perfection. Oh, the anticipation of another passionate paroxysm is almost too much to bear...
  • Noire: I still feel like something about this is just a little bit...off. But if this is what you want, then, um...okay. I guess I'll...make it work. I, um, look forward to watching our love blossom over the years, Laurent.
  • Laurent: Could you try saying that more forcefully? ...Perhaps insult me a little?
  • Noire: Oh dear...this is going to take some getting used to...