Avatar: So if the cavaliers spread out in a fan... And the pegasus knights sweep in from the flank...
Virion: Goodness, I can practically see smoke rising from your head. Whatever could have you working at such a fevered tilt?
Avatar: I'm practicing strategies and scenarios on this game board. After a hundred forced marches, these pieces are still ready for more. It saves me from running everyone ragged with training exercises.
Virion: ...How very clever. You even carved little enemy forces for them to fight. I'm impressed. And that doesn't happen often...with other people, I mean.
Avatar: Well, as long as I control friend and foe alike, it's not as effective as I'd prefer. After all, I can't plan for the unexpected when I know all the moves ahead of time.
Virion: Then permit me to be your opponent. I shall strike with the nobility of the lion and defend with the grace of the swan!
Avatar: Because swans are...good defenders? Er, never mind. I accept. So then. We'll take turns moving units until one of us claims the other's commander. Agreed?
Virion: Agreed and agreed again! Oh, what fun! ...Begin, please. By all means.
(Scene transition)
Avatar: Hold! I need to retract my last move.
Virion: Ha ha! Were that all enemy generals so generous! But alas, this is war. ...Checkmate, my good sir.
Avatar: ...Blast! I hate to admit it, but I am well and truly beaten.
Virion: Oh ho! I told you I was both a lion and a swan, did I not?
Avatar: More like a chicken and the far end of a horse! I'm no noble lord, but your strategy wasn't exactly what I'd call honorable.
Virion: Heavens! Aren't we plainspoken.
Avatar: Still, I appreciate the practice. Thank you, Virion.
Virion: If you wish me to unleash my dishonorable strategies again, you have but to ask.
B Support
Avatar: Ho, Virion! Care for a rematch? I have a method to defeat you this time for certain!
Virion: Oh? How thrilling! I do so love a challenge. Though I do recall you saying something similar before the last 20 attempts... One moment. You're not, by any chance, losing on purpose, are you, sir? I see now! This was all a ruse to spend more time with your noble Virion! Charming, I suppose, but I fear my heart has room only for the fairer sex.
Avatar: And my heart has no room for a grown man in a bib.
Virion: B-bib?! Now see here, you uncouth barbarian! This is a CRAVAT! This is the very height of fashion among sartorially minded nobility.
Avatar: ...Sounds fancy. Your move?
Virion: Gya! I can forgive ignorance, but sarcasm is another matter! You've made a mockery of the delicate art of hollow flattery! I demand satisfaction on the field of battle, sir. Have at you!
Avatar: Do your worst!
(Scene transition)
Avatar: Blast and blast again! Why can't I beat you?!
Virion: It seems my cravat is vindicated.
Avatar: I'll not speak to your fashion sense, but you have a real knack for strategy, Virion. Perhaps you should be giving orders instead of me.
Virion: Inadvisable, my dear lad. I fear we'd never last the war. Spare a second glance at the board and tell me: Who has more soldiers left alive?
Avatar: Ah...
Virion: I won, yes, but at what cost? Half the moves I make in this game could never be used in a real battle. My own men would have my head on a pike before the enemy even reached me. No, this army needs a tactician who loathes the sacrifice of even a single man. It needs you, Avatar.
Avatar: Virion? That was almost...kind. Perhaps even sensible. Are you feeling well? You're starting to sound like a normal person.
Virion: I am ever the definition of sensibility. And "normal" is just another word for "common," thank you very much. Still, I'm confident you'll come to share my uniquely elegant sensibilities with time. Why, people will think us twins!
Avatar: I'd sooner you put an arrow through my head...
Avatar: So if the cavaliers spread out in a fan... And the pegasus knights sweep in from the flank...
Virion: Goodness, I can practically see smoke rising from your head. Whatever could have you working at such a fevered tilt?
Avatar: I'm practicing strategies and scenarios on this game board. After a hundred forced marches, these pieces are still ready for more. It saves me from running everyone ragged with training exercises.
Virion: ...How very clever. You even carved little enemy forces for them to fight. I'm impressed. And that doesn't happen often...with other people, I mean.
Avatar: Well, as long as I control friend and foe alike, it's not as effective as I'd prefer. After all, I can't plan for the unexpected when I know all the moves ahead of time.
Virion: Then permit me to be your opponent. I shall strike with the nobility of the lion and defend with the grace of the swan!
Avatar: Because swans are...good defenders? Er, never mind. I accept. So then. We'll take turns moving units until one of us claims the other's commander. Agreed?
Virion: Agreed and agreed again! Oh, what fun! ...Begin, please. By all means.
(Scene transition)
Avatar: Hold! I need to retract my last move.
Virion: Ha ha! Were that all enemy generals so generous! But alas, this is war. ...Checkmate, my good lady.
Avatar: ...Blast! I hate to admit it, but I am well and truly beaten.
Virion: Oh ho! I told you I was both a lion and a swan, did I not?
Avatar: More like a chicken and the far end of a horse! I'm no noble lord, but your strategy wasn't exactly what I'd call honorable.
Virion: Heavens! Aren't we plainspoken.
Avatar: At any rate, I appreciate the practice, but I must return for a meeting.
Virion: But I've barely had time to gloat!
Avatar: Ah, well, all part of the simulation. In actual war, you see, the loser is never present to witness gloating.
Virion: No, wait! Don't leave, Avatar! Let us play again!
B Support
Avatar: Ho, Virion! Care for a rematch? I have a method to defeat you this time for certain!
Virion: Oh? How thrilling! I do so love a challenge. Though I do recall you saying something similar before the last 20 attempts... One moment. You're not, by any chance, losing on purpose, are you, dear lady? I see now! This was all a ruse to spend more time with your noble Virion! Well, you're not the first to resort to such tricks with me. I must admit...
Avatar: For a grown man in a bib? I think not. Now make your move.
Virion: B-bib?! Now see here, you uncouth barbarian! This is a CRAVAT! This is the very height of fashion among sartorially minded nobility.
Avatar: ...Sounds fancy. Your move?
Virion: Gya! I can forgive ignorance, but sarcasm is another matter! You've made a mockery of the delicate art of hollow flattery! I demand satisfaction on the field of battle, milady. Have at you!
Avatar: Do your worst!
(Scene transition)
Avatar: Blast and blast again! Why can't I beat you?!
Virion: It seems my cravat is vindicated.
Avatar: I'll not speak to your fashion sense, but you have a real knack for strategy, Virion. Perhaps you should be giving the orders instead of me.
Virion: Inadvisable, my good lady. I fear we'd never last the war. Spare a second glance at the board and tell me: Who has more soldiers left alive?
Avatar: Ah...
Virion: I won, yes, but at what cost? Half the moves I make in this game could never be used in real battle. My own men would have my head on a pike before the enemy even reached me. No, this army needs a tactician who loathes the sacrifice of even a single man. It needs you, Avatar.
Avatar: Virion? That was almost...kind. Perhaps even sensible. Are you feeling well? You're starting to sound like a normal person.
Virion: I am ever the definition of sensibility. And "normal" is just another word for "common," thank you very much! Still, perhaps milady would see fit to reward the victor with a kiss?
Avatar: Nice try.
A Support
Avatar: *Sigh* I lose. ...Again.
Virion: It was your gambit with the wyvern rider seven moves back that doomed you.
Avatar: ...Ah, I see. Because that left my vanguard's flank exposed. You really are excellent at this, Virion. I just can't compete.
Virion: Nonsense! Why, you're winning almost one match in three as of late. The pace of your progress is frankly somewhat frightening.
Avatar: Any strides I've made have been due to your patience. Thank you for working with me. I've really come to look forward to our matches. The sad part is, unless I manage to best you at least once, I have trouble sleeping!
Virion: You would not be the first damsel to be kept awake by thoughts of me, you know... But I am happy to be of service, even if it is as your personal gamesman. If our matches help ease the burden you carry, then it is my honor to continue.
Avatar: ...And I am burdened, Virion. Sometimes I feel as if I could drown on dry land. The army relies on me to plan their every move and tactic. I lack the experience for such responsibility. It's enough to make a woman flee in terror.
Virion: And yet here you remain, where a lesser soul might have turned craven and ran. Such actions have earned you the respect of us all, you must know that? And regardless of this game, your skill on a true battlefield approaches genius. I am content to place my life in your hands, and that says a very great deal.
Avatar: Goodness, Virion! I think that's—
Virion: And if those honeyed words are not enough to aid your slumber? Then I shall be happy to lie in your cot and whisper a sweet lullaby while you—
Avatar: Not happening.
Virion: Ah, a pity. I am told I have quite the soothing effect, you know.
S Support
Virion: I have a proposal, Avatar. For today only, let us play our game by a different set of rules.
Avatar: What do you have in mind?
Virion: In the place of your carved commander, you will play with this.
Avatar: ...A ring? That's...an odd change to request...
Virion: I'm not finished! For if I win the match, you must accept the ring as a gift.
Avatar: Er, but wouldn't that mean you lose either way?
Virion: Of course. I'll win something else. ...Namely, your hand in marriage!
Avatar: Is... Is this some kind of joke?
Virion: On the contrary, milady! I have never been more serious in my entire life. So what say you? Will you play the Virion Gambit?
Avatar: ...What happens if I win?
Virion: Then I shall withdraw my offer and bow out like a true gentleman. I mean for this to be a true demonstration of the depths of my feelings for you. I would do anything to win your love!
Avatar: ...Then I must refuse.
Virion: B-but why?
Avatar: Because if I win, you're prepared to take the ring back and leave me be. ...And I don't want that.
Virion: Do you mean to tell me...you wish to marry me, win or lose? B-but then I win either way! Er, I mean, that is to say... Is that what you truly want?
Avatar: You've played this game for me, day after day, patiently teaching me all the while... Helping me build up my skills... Perhaps even helping me surpass your own skill... It seems you're willing to have a wife who is your better in ways—I like that!
Virion: Egads! I sense a domestic hierarchy already being locked into place... But, no matter! For one so beautiful, Virion is happy to play the role... A slave to love I shall be. Now please, accept my ring?
Avatar: Thank you, Virion. This is the happiest day of my life... Even better than the first time I beat you at that blasted game!
Virion: I love you, no, I am enamored with you, no, we are soulmates! Oooh, the sultry sonnets we will spin!
Virion: There, all set. Now fly straight and true, my love.
Lissa: Virion?
Virion: Oh, horrors! I fear you've caught me in the act.
Lissa: In the act of...what, exactly? Groping pigeons?
Virion: Ha ha ha! Oh, my dear lady, no! ...Well, not today, at any rate.
Lissa: So then, what?
Virion: I have commended a letter to this bird's fair wing.
Lissa: Oh, it's a carrier pigeon! But wait, why would you care if I saw that?
Virion: Well, I'm something of a guest here, being foreign as I am. Protocol demands leave from a commander before carrying on any correspondence.
Lissa: You mean Chrom? I seriously doubt he'd mind you sending a few letters.
Virion: Oh, I'm sure you're right. But not everyone shares your brother's broad-mindedness. There are some around the camp who still don't fully trust me.
Lissa: So why not get Chrom's permission? If you're open about it, no one will have any cause for suspicion. ...Er, right? Here, I'll just go ask him myself!
Virion: Lissa, wait! I don't...you shouldn't... Oh dear. This won't end well.
B Support
Lissa: Hey, Virion. I talked to Chrom; you're clear to send as many pigeons as you want.
Virion: ...With nary a question about the content of my letters? Fascinating. I commend Chrom's openness, but naivete is a troubling trait in general.
Lissa: Pfft! He's not naive, silly. I just invented a little backstory for you. I told Chrom you're writing letters to your dear old ma and pa back home.
Virion: Aristocrats have neither "mas" nor "pas," milady! Such vulgar terms... But tell me—suppose I were actually a spy exposing secrets to the enemy? What would be made of your groundless stories then?
Lissa: Um, wait. Are you confessing to me? Because you don't seem like a spy.
Virion: Ha ha ha! Oh, this is truly too much. You and Chrom both, you're...
Lissa: What? Why are you laughing?
Virion: Apologies, dear girl. Your incandescent innocence simply caught me off guard.
Lissa: Watch it, fancy pants! It's "milady," not "girl." I won't stand here and be mocked!
Virion: Perish the thought, milady! I have only the deepest admiration for you. I'm envious, in fact. Men of my elevated station must suspect all who surround them. You and your brother are blessed to live free of such petty intrigues.
Lissa: You DO realize that as a princess I outrank you twenty times over. ...Right?
Virion: Oh, well...yes... *ahem* I suppose you would, wouldn't you? But then royalty has its own kind of shield from many of life's harsher realities. A fact lesser nobles such as myself know only too well! Caught between the huddled masses below and the royal houses above... O onerous fate! Can one of my standing ever know rest?!
Lissa: ...Nope. I still don't see how you have it harder than my brother.
Virion: Er... Yes, well it's a...nuanced thing. A casual observer might agree that leading an army is the greater burden. But to the trained eye, it's quite clear that... You see, um...
Lissa: You have no idea what you're talking about, do you?
Virion: NO! I DON'T! OKAY?! Are you pleased to hear it?! I... *ahem* My apologies. What were we talking about?
Lissa: Your stupid carrier pigeons! Gods, even if you were a spy, it wouldn't matter. Your expressions would more likely confuse the enemy than help them! Anyway, you still haven't told me—what are your dumb letters about, anyway?
Virion: I'm afraid that's privileged information my dear lady.
Lissa: What?! But after I... Ngaaah!
Virion: Ha ha! Ladies prefer a man with a bit of mystery, my dear Lissa. Though our exchange has been most valuable in its own right...
Lissa: What, you're happy you got to hide something from me?
Virion: No, I learned you trust me! A lady's faith is among the sweetest gifts she can bestow. This has been ever so enlightening, my dear. You have my thanks.
Lissa: Bah, I still think you're full of it!
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Virion: Hmm, it should have returned by now...
Lissa: Waiting for one of your precious carrier pigeons, Virion?
Virion: D-don't be silly, milady! Just enjoying a bit of refined reflection as I bask in the westering sun's ruby light...
Lissa: Oh, sooo I guess you won't be needing this then?
Virion: My pigeon!
Lissa: It flew in through my window. I think the thunderstorm must have frightened the poor thing. Or maybe it just likes me. But since you don't need it, maybe I'll just keep—
Virion: Wait! I...suppose if it's afraid, the humane thing is to restore it to a familiar setting... Perhaps I should take it back. For its sake. Now give Virion the bird like a good lady.
Lissa: Geez, you're WELCOME!
Virion: There! The creature seems calmer already. ...But what's this? A reply tied to its leg?
Lissa: What does it say?
Virion: Mmm, as if you don't already know?
Lissa: What's THAT supposed to mean?
Virion: The bird flew in through your window, my dear. Would you really have me believe you didn't so much as peek at this missive?
Lissa: I didn't! It's the truth.
Virion: are you daft, girl?! Why ever not?! You'll never hope for a better chance to learn the contents of my correspondence! Why, if I were hatching a plot...
Lissa: You're not hatching anything, birdbrain!
Virion: But...how can you be so sure?
Lissa: Because I am! Because you're Virion and... I trust you. If I'm going to hear about these secret letters, I want it to be from you. I'm not about to violate your privacy to satisfy my idle curiosity.
Virion: How...utterly bizarre. Alluring, yes, but bizarre.
Lissa: What's bizarre?!
Virion: Your trust. As I said before, a lady's faith is a heady thing. Oft too strong a brew for me in times past...But I fear I'm starting to acquire a taste for it.
Lissa: Care to boil that down for me, fancy pants?
Virion: Someday, this new taste may blossom into a full-blown addiction...And on that day, I shall tell you all about my letters.
Lissa: ...SOMEDAY?! Well, if you're going to be such a CHICKEN. I'll just leave you to your PIGEON pal there! When you're ready to talk, you know where to find me. Hmph!
S Support
Lissa: I heard you were looking for me Virion?
Virion: Ah, there you are, my dear. Yes, there's something I was hoping to discuss. It shouldn't be long now. Just one... Ah ha! Perfect.
Lissa: Oh it's your carrier pigeon! ...Is it carrying a flower?
Virion: Indeed! A common enough specimen where I come from.
Lissa: It's beautiful. I don't think I've ever seen a blossom quite like it.
Virion: Now, we just take the stem...and wind it back around, through the leaves...
Lissa: Oh! You made it into a ring!
Virion: Just so. In the language of flowers, this particular blossom means "eternal love." It's frequently given out at weddings in my country.
Lissa: Eternal love... How wonderful.
Virion: It's...for you, milady.
Lissa: Aw, really?
Virion: Of course. ...And this as well.
Lissa: But wait, that's... This is... Virion, this is a real ring.
Virion: A humble gift for the woman whose trust has become my fondest addiction.
Lissa: Are you asking to... marry me?
Virion: If you would stoop so low to have me. Though naturally, if you object, I—
Lissa: No! Of course I don't object. It's just...
Virion: Just... what?
Lissa: what were all those damned letters about?!
Virion: Oh, yes. ...That.
Lissa: If you said this day ever came, you would tell me.
Virion: So I did. Very well—here. Read one for yourself.
Lissa: "My sweet Virion: I was overjoyed at your last letter. I hope the flower arrives intact! Your father and I are eager to meet her as soon as circumstances allow." Wait, this IS from your parents! So the story I told Chrom was...
Virion: Actually the truth, yes.
Lissa: You big jerk! You lectured me about spies and lying and...and...and everything!
Virion: I lectured you for telling groundless stories, my dear. A subtle but important difference. I never said your groundless story wasn't accurate.
Lissa: Unbelievable! ...But wait. I still don't understand. Why all the secrecy?
Virion: Because it's... well, embarrassing. A proud aristocrat, staking his life in a just and noble war, writing home to Mother?
Lissa: I think its gallant! What greater reason to fight is there than love of family? In fact, when I told the story to Chrom, I thought how nice it'd be if it WAS true... Besides...I accept you, Virion, just the way you are. And yes, I accept your proposal, too.
Virion: You'll wear the ring?
Lissa: Proudly. As a symbol of my trust in you, Virion. ...And our love.
Virion: Ah, most fortuitous fortune! It is none other than my dearly beloved Sully! Your floating, so like a butterfly. Your stinging, so like the bee! Why, it's positively—
Sully: You got a point, Ruffles?
Virion: None save the point of my heart's compass, which strains ever toward Sully.
Sully: That sounds like a no. So get lost. I'm trying to train here.
Virion: So cold! I feel a chill coming on. I'll surely catch my death if you don't spare a few warm words, milady... Come now! All this training for war... All this angry grunting... It's unbecoming of a lady so beauteous!
Sully: Pfft. A pretty girl can stab a guy as easy as an ugly one. But she still needs to practice. ...So clear out!
Virion: No doubt the poets would write of your grace in combat. "Stabulous", they'd say! But there is no need for such exertions. Not when you've a man to protect you!
Sully: I've yet to see a man up to that task.
Virion: Milady, you wound me. Such a man stands before you at this very moment!
Sully: Wait, are you talking about...you? AAAAH HA HA HA HAR! Oh, you're a funny guy, Ruffles. I'll give you that.
Virion: ...I wasn't joking.
Sully: Do you have any idea how many people try to kill me on a daily basis? It'd take a certified hero just to keep up, let alone "protect" me.
Virion: And I vow to be just such a hero!
Sully: Ruffles, I'd hire a wet nurse AND her kid as protectors before I'd consider you.
Virion: So it's proof milady desires, is it? So be it! I shall gladly furnish such. Watch closely our next battle. I'll display such heroism as makes for legend and song!
Sully: Oh, this should be good.
B Support
Sully: Hey, Ruffles. I saw you in that battle.
Virion: Then you've seen the fearsome beast that lurks within this lover's tender bosom! I only pray it did not frighten you, gentle lady. And I trust it proved that I am the hero fated to keep you safe!
Sully: Was it also fate that you chickened out of that duel?
Virion: That was common sense and nothing more! What reason had I to accept?
Sully: Running from a duel is hardly heroic...
Virion: At the very least I am that man's hero! By turning down his offer I spared his life.
Sully: I think we have a different idea about what the word "hero" means.
Virion: You wound me, milady! I assure you, I am no craven. Had that cur but glanced at you, no force in this world could have stayed my hand.
Sully: Pfft. You've always got some clever answer ready... Talking to you is like dancing; it's exhausting and sweaty and I hate it.
Virion: I speak only the truth, milady. Whether or not you believe me is your prerogative.
Sully: Great. Then I don't believe you.
Virion: Y-you might at least have paused a moment to consider before—
Sully: Har! Easy, Ruffles. I'm just teasing. Sure, you fled the duel, but you actually looked passable the rest of the time. Looks like you're still in the running to be Mr. Hero. I'm looking forward to next time.
Virion: All shall gaze upon my might and tremble, milady! This I swear!
A Support
Virion: Ah, Sully...hmm? Why are you looking at me so? ...Is there something on my face?
Sully: I'm the wrong person to ask. I've been seeing things lately.
Virion: And yet, your beautiful eyes appear as clear and sharp as ever. Tell me of these visions, milady, that I might proffer some support.
Sully: You fought a duel, you damned fool! What's more, you WON! AND you beat someone the others had trouble fighting as a unit! If that isn't seeing things, I don't know what is.
Virion: Are you truly so surprised at that, milady? I told you before that I would accept a duel had I only a reason.
Sully: And what was this reason?
Virion: That man had to be stopped. Had I let him escape, he might have turned his wrath upon neighboring villages.
Sully: So you risked your neck for a handful of strangers?
Virion: I fought to defend the defenseless. No true nobleman would do less. But nor would he enter meaningless battles like a blood-mad savage in search of glory. Ugh...the very thought disgusts me.
Sully: So...is that why you want to defend me?
Virion: Exactly! You, my dear, are a lady fair. A paragon of grace and beauty. Any fellow who would call himself a gentleman would defend such a creature.
Sully: Don't call me a creature, you flowery snot! And I can defend my own damn self. Although... Well... I guess I don't mind if you call me a lady. But only because I've seen you show a bit of courage on the battlefield. If not for that, I'd send you off half the "gentleman" you used to be.
Virion: Then you accept me as a hero worthy of protecting you?
Sully: Let's not get crazy now, Ruffles. I just promoted you from lousy craven to decent guy. That's all. ...And I suppose you can watch my back in a brawl.
Virion: Aye, and soon you'll trust your tender heart to my love's fearsome embrace!
Sully: ...Okay, you're still clearly insane. But if there must be a dangerous madman about, I'm glad he's on my side.
S Support
Sully: ...Virion.
Virion: Sully! What a prize, that these eyes might gaze once more upon your beauty.
Sully: ......
Virion: Goodness, milady. Your countenance is so very...intense. I should think a lesser man might burst into flames on the spot.
Sully: ......
Virion: *ahem* Is it getting hot here? ...I should be very relieved if you would only respond.
Sully: ......
Virion: ...Enough! I yield, milady. Nothing is so daunting as a woman's silence.
Sully: Ha! I knew it! I KNEW it! It's all well and good for you to pester others, whether they want it or not. But turn the tables and you change your damn tune! You can't handle the attention!
Virion: This was a...test? Rather beneath a lady of your bearing, I must say.
Sully: I can't get a word in edgewise with you if I play fair. I doubt anyone can with that sharpened tongue of yours. Besides, I needed to know at least one of your weaknesses beforehand.
Virion: Er, before...what, pray tell? Delving into the character of your future husband before you wed him? Heh heh...
Sully: Yep.
Virion: Because frankly, I don't see wh-WHAT?! H-hold just a moment... Are you serious?
Sully: Deadly so.
Virion: Well, th-this is an honor to be sure, but I'm not... I haven't prepared myself!
Sully: Ha ha... Adding "prone to ambush" to that list of weaknesses...
Virion: You have me at a loss, milady.
Sully: Oh? Where has your famous wit run off to? If ever a moment called for poetry... I'm a lady, right? Paragon of grace and beauty? Don't leave me dangling here...
Virion: N-no, of course, I... *ahem!* I hereby swear to leave none of milady's desires unmet, even at the cost of my life. It would be this humble man's great joy to accept your gracious offer.
Sully: Well, I suppose that works... Barely. That really the best you've got, Ruffles?
Virion: ...B-but, I...
Sully: Har har! Only jesting! That'll work just fine for me. Let's go ring shopping. I've got the place picked out already. Let's move... And no lagging behind!
Virion: My dear Cordelia! For you, I have all the moments in the world.
Cordelia: Er, yes, well... I just have a question.
Virion: Ask away! I count myself an expert in music, astrology, cuisine, art and more besides! How might humble Virion assist the lovely and talented Cordelia? She whose wisdom and knowledge are sung by bards throughout all of Ylisse!
Cordelia: Actually, that's somewhat related to what I wanted to discuss. See, the truth is... Um...
Virion: Tsk! It is most unlike my good lady Cordelia to speak with such hesitation. Gallant Virion cannot help but shed a tear of pity at such a plight. Mayha—
Cordelia: Will you PLEASE stop interrupting and let me finish?! Gods, this is awkward enough as it is...
Virion: Apologies... It seems your presence reduces me to blathering like a lovesick schoolboy. However, leaving my verbal disruptions aside, you still seem a bit lost for words. Perhaps I can rescue you from your traumatic tongue-tied trial? For in my boundless perspicacity, I believe I have identified your trouble!
Cordelia: ...Go on.
Virion: Indeed! Yes, well. *ahem* Here goes... You are lovely, but firm and single minded, which leads you to treat others harshly. You regret this flaw with all of your being, and wish to reform your character.... Well? Has Virion once again struck the bull's-eye?
Cordelia: That's... That's exactly what I was thinking.... How did you know?
Virion: Do not ask the gods why they bring sunshine to the land, dear Cordelia! Milady's sweet words carry easily on the wind, if one is only attentive.
Cordelia: You've been spying on me?! How dare you, sir!
Virion: Well, "spying" is overstating it a bit, don't you think? I merely overheard...
Cordelia: Well, I... Hrmmm... Do you see? This is what I'm talking about. I mean, you shouldn't eavesdrop on me, but I shouldn't have said that, either.
Virion: There are those who prefer criticisms wrapped in soft silks, it's true... But rest assured, many of us prefer the honest and forthright approach.
Cordelia: Oh, this is hopeless...
(Cordelia leaves)
Virion: Wait, milady! Virion has yet to impart all of his sage and sapient advice!
B Support
Virion: Ah, Cordelia. I cannot help but notice you seem troubled as of late...
Cordelia: Oh? I feel fine. Have you noticed a problem on the battlefield?
Virion: Your fighting is impeccable as always! But your brow seems creased with worry... Our cares always find a way of rising to the surface, mmm? And your beautiful visage cannot help but mirror the turmoil in your heart.
Cordelia: Or you've been eavesdropping again.
Virion: Never! For sharp-eyed Virion, milady's anguish is writ large on her features.
Cordelia: Well, maybe there is something... But that is all I'll say. And keep that to yourself! I don't want anyone else knowing I am troubled.
Virion: And whyever not?
Cordelia: Because then they might start to pity me. And I hate pity! It makes me feel like I've...lost.
Virion: Lost? Ha! How very like milady to frame it in terms of competition. But...dare I ask, why are you willing to let me know this?
Cordelia: Because you're flippant and fancy-free... You take everything in your stride. My blunt manner never seems to phase you in the least.
Virion: Ho ho! Say no more, milady... Virion has heard this speech before. A prelude to a confession of love! Milady, I am most gratefu—
Cordelia: It has nothing to do with love!
Virion: Aaaaah... Y-yes, then. Just so... *ahem* In any case, perhaps sometime we might discuss the source of your troubles... Such a beautiful face is ill served by the sombre shadow that clouds it!
Cordelia: ...Perhaps. Sometime. But no more of this "love" talk, understand?!
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Cordelia: Virion, well met.
Virion: Cordelia! How my heart leaps when I set eyes upon your perfect visage.
Cordelia: Heh, laying it on thick as, always... I was hoping we could talk.
Virion: My ears await the sounds of your gentle voice...
Cordelia: I wanted to thank you, actually.
Virion: Oh?
Cordelia: I've been feeling much better recently. I snapped out of my glum mood.
Virion: That is wonderful news! But why do you thank me?
Cordelia: Because you were so patient with me, listening to my grumbling... What's more, by talking to you I was able to sort out my own feelings. I had no call to be so gloomy. Not when others suffer far worse than I. If there are things about me that I don't like, I should just fix them.
Virion: 'Tis true that when we share our troubles, we are halfway to ending them. I'm delighted to have played a role in returning a joyful glow to your cheeks!
Cordelia: I'm just amazed that talking to you helped lighten the burden... I guess I just thought such things... I don't know. Made me weak?
Virion: There is no weakness in honesty!
Cordelia: Well, thank you again, Virion. I'm truly grateful for all your help.
Virion: Ah, and so the seeds of your love for me have finally taken root, blossoming in—
Cordelia: WRONG!
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Cordelia: *Yaaaaaawn*
Virion: Ah, someone slept well!
Cordelia: ...Yes? What are you staring at, Virion? Do you mind sir?!
Virion: Shhh, let me look into your eyes... ...Alas, no. Nothing. Such a pity.
Cordelia: You're starting to concern me here, Virion. Explain yourself.
Virion: I'd hoped that such a mighty yawn might cause a tear or two to well in your eyes.
Cordelia: And that would be interesting...why?
Virion: What could be more beautiful than a single tear glistening on milady's snowy cheek?
Cordelia: Heh, Virion... Flattery is more potent when it's not spread across every girl in camp.
Virion: Why, you wound me! Milady mistakes the pure motives of her humble servant!
Cordelia: Oh, really? Come now, Virion. I'm many things, but not an idiot. I see you sidling up to the maids and whispering sweet lies in their ears... Are so many damsels truly in distress that you must attend to them all?
Virion: Ah ha! Then the green-eyed monster has finally taken your heart... You DO love me!
Cordelia: ......
Virion: ...Isn't this the point where milady flies into a feverish denial? Mmm?
Cordelia: I won't deny what's true... B-but, that is not... I don't mean... Argh! I don't know what I mean!
Virion: Ah, but the words have been spoken, and Virion has taken them into his heart!
Cordelia: It's just that—
Virion: Here, milady. A gift from me to you. I have long held it in the deep hope that such a moment might arise.
Cordelia: A...ring?
Virion: A ring that proves the sincerity of my love. Sweet Cordelia, will you marry me?
Cordelia: I... Well, I...
Virion: I know that you once yearned for another man. Perhaps you still do. And on this front I cannot compete. For our brave leader is more deserving of your affections than I.
Cordelia: ...H-how did you know?
Virion: I am ever watchful of you and have learned to read your joys and sorrows. But finally I sensed that the scales of your affections tipped away from Chrom.
Cordelia: Yes, and toward you... Oh, Virion, I had no idea that you were paying so close attention...
Virion: Now you do. And thus am I so emboldened to propose, with all my hopes that you will accept!
Cordelia: How could I say no to a man who knows me so very well?
Virion: You need never carry your burdens alone ever again, my sweet. From now on we share them, as we share everything: together.
Tharja: Oh, how nice. I was just going to ask for a volunteer from the audience. Tit for tat... Become a CAT!
Virion: Meow!
Tharja: Oh my. That was fast. Let's try another one, shall we? Jeepers creepers... Close those PEEPERS!
Virion: Zzzzzzzzzzz...
Tharja: This guy's a walking curse magnet. I've never seen anything like it.
Virion: *Snore* You are...so beautiful... *snort* Please...marry me... Zzzzz...
Tharja: Oh, that's quite enough of that. Spiders and flies... Open your EYES!
Virion: Whu—? Huh?! What?! Where am I?! Oh, alas! It was but a vivid dream. I've never slept so soundly in my life. Such a pity I awoke at that moment. She was on the verge of saying yes. We would have exchanged sweet nothings, and then, under the light of the moon—
Tharja: *Ahem*
Virion: Ah, greetings! ...Tharja, I believe? How may I be of service this fine day?
Tharja: Service, eh? That's not a bad idea at all. Oh, you're going to be perfect.
Virion: Aha ha ha! Oh, my good lady, you flatter me! Though I must admit, you're not the first woman to tell me such a thing. However, you ARE the most lovely! Perhaps I'm still dreaming, mmm?
Tharja: Enough chatter. You've got chores to do. Sputter and Spidge... Build me a BRIDGE!
Virion: As you command, milady! Virion, AWAY!
(Virion leaves)
Tharja: Oh, I'm going to like him a LOT. Eee hee hee!
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Tharja: Dasher and derricks... Remodel the barracks!
Virion: As you wish, milady! Virion, AWAY!
(Scene transition)
Tharja: Flower and beast... Cook the whole camp a feast!
Virion: It shall be done, milady! Virion, AWAY!
(Scene transition)
Tharja: Hmm... What should I make him do next?
Virion: I shall do anything you ask.
Tharja: Did you say something?
Virion: I said, "I shall do anything you ask." You don't even have to rhyme.
Tharja: ...Wait. Have you been awake this whole time?
Virion: Of course.
Tharja: That's impossible. A victim of a curse enters a trance state with no memory or awareness of his actions.
Virion: A curse? Is that what you're trying to do? Tsk! You should have told me before. Those little hex doodads never work on me.
Tharja: But you've done everything I demand without hesitation! Are you playing me for a fool? Because that would make me...angry.
Virion: Not at all! I simply find it impossible to say no to a beautiful woman.
Tharja: What if I told you to... Oh, I don't know. Pluck out your own eye? Or sacrifice your life?
Virion: If necessary, I would do either one without hesitation. Ooh! Then I could wear a fine diamond eye patch.
Tharja: If necessary?! What does that mean? You're evading the question. Or you're lying.
Virion: I never tell a falsehood to a lady, even in jest. In time, you will come to see the sincerity of gallant Virion's heart.
Tharja: Hmph...
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Tharja: You are a fool.
Virion: An unfair accusation, on its face. But it does harbor a grain of truth. When in the presence of a lady so fine, it ill behooves me to appear so slovenly.
Tharja: I'm not talking about your wardrobe! I'm talking about what you did.
Virion: Perhaps if milady were to tell me what I did, I might better explain why I did it.
Tharja: In our last battle, you threw yourself in front of a blow that was meant for me.
Virion: Don't you remember our talk?
Tharja: When you said you would give up your life if it were...necessary?
Virion: Exactly! Well, there was also a bit about eyeball plucking, but that's beside the point.
Tharja: You are immune to my curses, which means you chose to take the blow in my place. What I fail to understand is why.
Virion: Once, in the not-too-distant past, I was responsible for the lives of many people. Yet when that dastard Walhart attacked, I was unable to fulfill my solemn duty. We were overrun, and those who had placed their trust in me were...cut down. In response, I swore to devote my life to the service of others. The dead are gone, but if I save others in their name, they will not have died in vain. It is...the proper thing to do.
Tharja: That makes no sense.
Virion: Plainspoken and blunt, as always. I do like that in a woman!
Tharja: You are... Hmm... How do I put this?
Virion: A gentleman of impeccable manners? A dashing rogue of countenance fair?
Tharja: An idiot who bleeds on my behalf. I hate it when people bleed for me. I'd rather they bleed BECAUSE of me.
Virion: Are you SURE you didn't mean to say the dashing rogue one? Because I think—
Tharja: Enough with your japes! Now be quiet while I tend to those wounds. Otherwise, I might be tempted to stitch your mouth while I'm at it.
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Virion: Sweet Tharja. I wanted to thank you for your gentle nursing the other day. In gratitude, I brought you a small token of my goodwill. I wonder if you would do me the honor of accepting it?
Tharja: This is a ring. ...A fancy ring. I smell a rat.
Virion: No rats, my sweet! Only common sense. If I am ready to give my life for you, I must be at your side night and day. Otherwise, I might miss my chance were it to come.
Tharja: So, if someone else asked you to give your life for theirs, would you do it? Is your kind offer open to strangers and village idiots alike, or am I a special case?
Virion: I have fond myself pondering that question of late. But no, Tharja. I will sacrifice myself for no one save you.
Tharja: Why?
Virion: When love blossoms in a man's heart, must he explain himself? But if you were to press me, I would say I have fallen for your gentle kindness.
Tharja: You must be thinking of someone else.
Virion: Oh? The bridge you had me build was so children could cross the stream in safety. The barrack repairs kept the soldiers dry, and the feast filled their rumbling bellies. You could have used me in any way possible, and yet you chose to benefit others. What is that, if not kindness? I would be honored to give my life in service of such an extraordinary woman!
Tharja: I don't want you to exchange your life for mine.
Virion: You would deny me the inestimable honor?
Tharja: Don't worry. I have a different plan for you. I want you to live, Virion. So promise me.
Virion: B-but that is no proper oath for a gallant warrior such as I!
Tharja: Nevertheless, it is what I desire. And if you want to marry me, you'll do it.
Virion: ...So be it. As milady commands. I pledge to defend your life. But I also swear to never risk my own life in service of this task! ...Good heavens. These are the strangest wedding vows ever!
Kjelle: Are you free, Father? I could use a sparring partner.
Virion: Ah, Kjelle... I'd love to, but...maybe not today...
Kjelle: Father, you're pale as a ghost! And sweating! What's wrong?!
Virion: I-it's nothing. I'm f-fine... Save for my innards...
Kjelle: Are you injured? Who did this to you?! Give me a name, and I'll—
Virion: B-breakfast...
Kjelle: ...Someone named "Breakfast"?
Virion: N-no... I ate breakfast, and then...this happened... N-not just me... Everyone in camp is in...the same shape... If you haven't eaten...s-stay away... Save yourself...
Kjelle: ......
Virion: Hrrgh... And I thought Sully's cooking was bad... Whoever made this is...is...
Kjelle: ...Is your daughter.
Virion: ...Come again?
Kjelle: I'm sorry, Father. ...I thought it turned out so well.
Virion: N-no, it's not...that... I mean...urrgh... It was d-delicious... I'm sure the...searing pain is...coincidental...
Kjelle: You just said that everyone who ate it got sick! Oh, this is so embarrassing!
Virion: Kjelle, you seem to be training especially hard today.
Kjelle: if I can't do my share of the cooking, I'll have to do a larger share of the fighting.
Virion: Oh, so...you're not cooking again?
Kjelle: Would you want me to, after last time?! You saw how that day's battle played out. All our soldiers clutching their guts, legs quivering like newborn deer... And the smell... Oh, gods, the smell... If the enemy hadn't been so horrified, we might all be dead!
Virion: Yes, it was hardly our most shining moment... But nobody's perfect —I'm sure it was just a fluke. I know I, for one, would like to try your cooking again.
Kjelle: NO!
Virion: ...I'm sorry?
Kjelle: What if it WASN'T a fluke? What if my cooking gets you KILLED next time?! Another breakfast from me could bring our entire army to its knees! Literally! Don't ask me to do that to my fellow soldiers and my family.
Virion: Oh come now, it wasn't THAT bad...
Kjelle: I still remember the sound...that horrible sound... Dozens of people, all fa—
Virion: All right! Fair enough. ...Look, what if I gave you a few pointers? If we manage to come up with something tasty, we can share it with everyone!
Kjelle: Hmm... All right, let's try it! ...And thanks.
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Virion: The soup has such an...elegant aroma! Nicely done, dear. I'm sure everyone will be eager for a taste.
Kjelle: Thanks. I had a good teacher. I had no idea you knew so much about cooking!
Virion: I learned a lot after marrying your mother. It was that or starve...
Kjelle: Ha! You two really get along so well, don't you?
Virion: Yes, I suppose we do...
Kjelle: ...... ...Heh heh.
Virion: Hmm?
Kjelle: Just thinking that this must be what it feels like. ...Having parents, I mean. Being a normal family. I never really got to have that, but...it's nice.
Virion: Kjelle...
Kjelle: But hey, enough of that. Didn't mean to get all misty. Let's dig in to this soup! *slurp*
Virion: Kjelle, I know you're a strong girl who doesn't like to ask for help... But you can, you know? If there's anything I can ever do, just name it.
Kjelle: Weeell... I guess one thing comes to mind, actually.
Virion: Do tell.
Kjelle: Keep teaching me to cook! This soup tastes like dishwater...
Virion: *Slurp* ...Oh, gods, it does.
Kjelle: Actually, I've had better dishwater...
Virion: Right, then. I can at least get you cooking food that tastes like food!
