Vaike/Supports

<h3>A Support</h3>
<ul><li><b>Vaike:</b> Ya got a moment, Noire?
</li><li><b>Noire:</b> Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?
</li><li><b>Vaike:</b> Take a look.
</li><li><b>Noire:</b> ...Eeeek! M-Mother's cursing implements! Gods, there's so many... Father, what are you planning to do to me?
</li><li><b>Vaike:</b> Ha ha! A whole lotta nothin'! I stole these from your mother so she couldn't put any more weird hexes on ya.
</li><li><b>Noire:</b> You...you took away Mother's tools? But...you never did anything like this before...
</li><li><b>Vaike:</b> 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.
</li><li><b>Noire:</b> Hmm... I guess that's true. The father I knew wouldn't even get near these tools, let alone take them.
</li><li><b>Vaike:</b> I only changed because ya came back to me. And together, we can change anything. All of us—you, me, your mother...everyone.
</li><li><b>Noire:</b> Just please don't ever leave me again.
</li><li><b>Vaike:</b> Nothing's takin' me away from ya again. Not even death!
</li><li><b>Noire:</b> That's...a little much, perhaps? But thanks.
</li><li><b>Vaike:</b> ...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!
</li><li><b>Noire:</b> She must have realized you took all her toys.
</li><li><b>Vaike:</b> I'd better make tracks before I put that "not even death" promise to the test... See ya, sweet cheeks! Love ya!
</li><li><i>(Vaike leaves)</i>
</li><li><b>Noire:</b> 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!
</li></ul>
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