Bernadetta/Supports (Warriors: Three Hopes)

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Shez

Bernadetta	Support information:			Shez
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C Support

Shez: Yeah. And watch your back out there, OK?
???: Hear ya loud n' clear, boss! Gahaha! Sure glad I got ya in my corner!
Shez: Now then, just gotta... Oh.
What're you hiding back there for, Bernadetta?
Bernadetta: Eep! I, um! Wh-who was that guy you were just talking to?
Shez: Who, that? Just a merc buddy of mine, asking if I had any jobs for him.
Bernadetta: Oh, he was a mercenary? B-but he looked like a bandit!
Shez: Hey, come on now. You shouldn't assume the guy's a common criminal just 'cause he looks rough around the edges.
Bernadetta: But! But! What about the way he talked?! So scary!
Shez: You'd sound like that too if you'd been a merc your whole life.
Most of these guys didn't have a mom teaching them how to sound nice and proper like I did.
Bernadetta: Um... I see.
I guess I don't really know you that well, but... are all your friends like that? Is that too nosy? That's really nosy, huh?

Tease her. Try to comfort her.

Shez: Oh yeah, whole gang's all pretty much the same. Guess that means you're not going into the merc business any time soon, huh?

Shez: I mean, not all of them. But now that I think about it, it's kinda impossible to avoid in that line of work.
Guess that means you won't be signing up for merc jobs any time soon, huh?

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Bernadetta: Obviously not! No no no, no way, not happening!
Even if I wasn't as shy as I am, I'd never be able to handle all those scary people at once!
Shez: That sounds like your anxiety talking. You'd see there's nothing to be afraid of if you just gave them a fair shot.
And, hey, isn't basing your opinion of strangers on their appearance just gonna make you feel worse?
Bernadetta: Well, what else am I supposed to base my opinion on?
Shez: Just spend some time with them. If you ask me, the best place to judge someone's character is either on the battlefield or over the dinner table.
Bernadetta: I already told you, I can't! Not me, nope! Please, I need you to understand!

Back off a bit. Press her.

Shez: I get it, Bernadetta. I do.
But let me ask you this: Is his appearance the only thing that's making you distrust him?
There are plenty of guys out there who look just like that but have a heart of solid gold. Nicest folks you'll ever meet.
By the same token, there are some real horrible people who cover it up with niceties and honeyed words. The kind of people who prey on others.

Shez: I really don't get it. Is his appearance the only thing that's making you distrust him?
There are plenty of guys out there who look just like that but have a heart of solid gold. Nicest folks you'll ever meet.
By the same token, there are some real horrible people who cover it up with niceties and honeyed words. The kind of people who prey on others.

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Shez: My point is, judging a book by its cover will only get you in trouble. Trust me, you can't always tell who's good and who's bad from looks alone.
Bernadetta: Wha! Why are you trying to scare me?! Nobody's tricking the iron heart of Bernie! Not today, not ever!
Well, um...probably. Maybe! I'll be fine, I swear.

B Support

Bernadetta: AHHH! IT'S HORRIBLE!
Shez: Bernadetta?! What's wrong? Is there a rat in the base?!
Bernadetta: Wait, a rat?! NOBODY TOLD ME ABOUT A RAT! Oh no, oh no, oh no, it's gonna nibble on all my snacks!

Clear up the misunderstanding. Ask her about the original problem.

Shez: Hey, calm down. I didn't mean a real rat. I was talking about an enemy spy or something.
Bernadetta: Oh, right. Anyway, it's something kinda like that but different and still really, really bad!
Shez: Kind of like a spy, but different? Slow down and tell me what you saw.

Shez: Sorry, I think I kinda threw you off track there. What's horrible, exactly?

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Bernadetta: Well you see, there was this lady in the camp earlier who didn't look scary at all, and even seemed kind of nice...
Anna: Uh-huh, mm-hmm. Shyness and fear of strangers got you down, huh? Let's see if I have something that can help.
Bernadetta: Thanks...
Anna: Hmmm. I think I've got just the herb.
It's gonna put you out a good few gold coins, but this baby will do wonders for relieving stress.
And then... Ah. I've got something a little more, shall we say, tasteful. Real under the table kind of stuff. It's a pot that makes people like you.
I would probably recommend against it, but the thing's on sale if you really want it.
Uh, you OK there?
Bernadetta: I just remembered something! Urgh, how could you forget, Bernie?!
There are lots of scary people out there who pretend to look nice just so they can prey on you!
AND YOU MUST BE ONE OF THEM!
Anna: Well, that was weird. I'm not that scary, am I?
Bernadetta: And that's how it all happened! I would've been dragged off and murdered if it wasn't for you!
Shez: But wasn't that just Anna? She's here all the time selling her wares.
I mean, not all of it's the most reputable stuff, but I don't think she's trying to cheat anyone. And she's definitely not a murderer.
This is all my fault. I should go apologize to her later.
Bernadetta: Huh?
She's not...evil?
Shez: Not that I know of. I'm also pretty sure it's not the first time you've met her.
Bernadetta: I don't know, I'm bad with faces!
Shez: You're pretty judgmental, you know that?
Bernadetta: Huh?
Shez: Uhh... What do we do, what do we do...
How about this: There's this merc I've got in my crew, a real terrifying-looking hunk of muscle. Sweetest little teddy bear on the inside, though.
If anyone's gonna help you overcome this, it's him.
Bernadetta: OK! I accept this challenge! You've got this, Bernie!

A Support

Bernadetta: Oh, uh... Hi.
Shez: Bernadetta, listen. I'm sorry about what happened back there.
Bernadetta: No, it wasn't your fault. I'm the one who should be apologizing.
Shez: I...didn't realize things could even go that bad.
I'm glad we managed get you in front of the meanest-looking guy in my company...
But that didn't last long before the nerves got to you. Quickest I've ever seen someone run, lemme tell you.
Bernadetta: And then I accidentally stepped on that horse's tail, so it started going wild and totally trashed the place. It'll probably take weeks for them to clean that up...
Oh, you really did it this time, Bernie.

Try to cheer her up. Tease her a bit.

Shez: Hey, we all make mistakes. Water under the bridge, you know?
Bernadetta: Yeah, thanks...

Shez: Kind of a shame, it would've been way cheaper to just buy the herbs from Anna and be done with it.
Bernadetta: Urghhh!
Shez: And with how much repairs ended up being, we could've even tossed in that creepy pot.
Bernadetta: Ack! No...

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Shez: That aside though, you still wanna do something about your shyness, right?
I can see why this is a bigger problem than your whole staying indoors thing. Your anxieties can be quite the hurdle to overcome.

Scarlet Blaze Azure Gleam /Golden Wildfire

Bernadetta: You're right... But hey, I haven't been keeping to myself at all lately! Bernie's out in the open!

Bernadetta: I guess you're right. At least not going outside only makes problems for me...

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Shez: Either way, now we know how things turn out when we try to force the issue. Looks like we're better off taking an incremental approach.
Bernadetta: How's that work?
Shez: Well, we can start by having you hide nearby while I talk to someone you're afraid of.
Then, I dunno, if the conversation gets interesting, maybe you can come out and join in?
Bernadetta: I'm not going to care whether it's interesting or not!
It doesn't matter if they're serious or boring or the most fascinating person in the world. All I care about is that they don't scare me!
Shez: Yeah, I guess that's gonna be tough to manage on its own, huh.
Bernadetta: Well...maybe the incremental approach won't actually be as hard as we think.
Shez: Really? How do you figure?
Bernadetta: I mean, I did use to think you were pretty terrifying. But with all this stuff we've been doing together, I've actually gotten used to you.
And now I'm not really shy around you, am I? Heh heh!

That's great! Wait, she was afraid of ME?

Shez: Glad to hear you say it. I'd honestly be kinda sad if you were still afraid of me after all we've been through.
Sounds like getting you used to people is the way to go after all.
Maybe you just have to spend a lot of time with someone before you get really comfortable.
Bernadetta: Yeah, I think that's it.

Shez: Not exactly flattered to hear that, but... Well, I guess I'll just be glad I don't scare you anymore.
Sounds like spending time with someone is the key. Which means we'll just have to toss you straight into the deep end and see if you can swim.
Bernadetta: WAH! No, not the deep end! I HATE THE DEEP END!
Shez: Sorry, sorry. Just messing with you.

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Shez: Anyway. Here's hoping you and I can keep getting closer, Bernadetta.
Bernadetta: Right!

Edelgard

Bernadetta	Support information:		Edelgard
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C Support

Bernadetta: Wait, what?
Edelgard: Bernadetta, is that a letter from your mother?
Bernadetta: Huh? Oh, Lady Edelgard. Yes, she wrote me from the capital. Wait, how did you know that? Are you screening my mail? Spying on my correspondence?
Edelgard: Bernadetta. Is there anyone else who would write you?
Bernadetta: Of course there is! There's...um...that guy? Wait... I don't have any friends. I don't even have any family! I don't have anybody! Poor Bernie's all alone in this cold, cruel world! Waaaaah!
Edelgard: Easy, Bernadetta. You have plenty of friends. They simply don't need to write you because you're fighting in the same army.
Bernadetta: Wait, really? Well that's a relief.
Edelgard: Also, how can you claim to have no family when your mother writes you regularly? That's certainly more than I can say.
Bernadetta: Oh, right. I forgot about your, um...parent situation. Guess I shouldn't be complaining, huh?
Edelgard: It's fine. Just be thankful that your mother is in good health, and make sure to write back so she doesn't worry.
Bernadetta: I always do―pages and pages!
Edelgard: That reminds me, have you heard from your father? I'm sure he had much adjusting to do after I installed him in Garreg Mach as the head of the Southern Church.
Bernadetta: Nothing from him, but my mother keeps me up to date in her letters. She has his attendants send her regular reports. The last update was something like, "Your father is scared of the Central Church's assassins, he's locked himself away up in the third-story reception hall. They have to drag him out kicking and screaming whenever it's time to deal with clerical affairs."
Edelgard: I'm certain I heard a similar story when another noble first relocated to Garreg Mach.
Bernadetta: Really? Huh. Oh, but the locking himself in his room part sure sounds a lot like me, doesn't it.
Edelgard: Yes, although you've come a long way from the reclusive, shy girl you used to be. Back at the Officer's Academy, you used to take your shunning of people to something of an extreme.
Bernadetta: Do you really think I'm that different now? It's hard for me to tell. Maybe knowing that my father has started hiding from the world helps, though. Now I don't have to stay inside to avoid seeing him, you know?
Edelgard: One might say your curse has been lifted. Just like mine...
Bernadetta: Wait, hang on. What's your curse?
Edelgard: Nothing. Please ignore what I said.
Bernadetta: Oh, come on! You can't leave me in suspense like this!

A Support

Edelgard: What is Thales plotting? Will the capital be all right? If another imposter- Hmm? Who's there?
Bernadetta: Lady Edelgard? Is that you?
Edelgard: Bernadetta? What are you doing here at this hour?
Bernadetta: Oh! Well, I was sort of hoping to hole up here for a while. This is one my go-to spots when I want to be alone.
Edelgard: In that case, I apologize for intruding.
Bernadetta: Oh, it's really not a big deal or anything. Um, Lady Edelgard? Is everything all right? You seem, well, kind of down. If something's bothering you, I'd be happy to listen. If you don't mind talking to me, I mean.
Edelgard: Thank you, but I wouldn't knew where to begin. Once the emperor starts rattling off her many woes, you're likely to be trapped here forever.
Bernadetta: Um, actually, that isn't what I meant.
Edelgard: Then what did you mean?
Bernadetta: Do you remember that time you told me how my curse was lifted? And then you started to say how yours was, too? Well, I've been worried that curse has been eating away at you the way mine did with me. Is that why you're here all alone in the middle of the night?
Edelgard: Ngh... I wasn't expecting you to see right through me quite so easily. But you're right. Something is eating at me. There is an enemy I thought I'd fought and beaten, which I believed freed me from my curse. Alas, that was wishful thinking. My enemy is still alive—and worse yet, he is not alone.
Bernadetta: That sounds terrible. But I know how that feels—I've been struggling, too. If I stay outside too long, I end up being seized by this...panic that makes me want to hide away again. I guess I'm still learning how to deal with it.
Edelgard: That's how life is, Bernadetta. We all bear our scars, but the only thing we can do is keep going. The idea that nestling up to somebody and being kind will make all of their pain disappear is nothing more than fantasy. That's simply not how such things work.
Bernadetta: It's a mean ol' world, that's for sure.
Edelgard: But that's no reason to despair. After all, what are we fighting for but a world in which people are no longer left with scars like yours and mine. A world in which the people who wish to stand out can do so, while those who remain on the sidelines have their choice honored as well. That is the future we're building together.
Bernadetta: Do you really think we can do it? Because if you do, I'm going to fight right alongside you, and then celebrate by locking myself in my room!
Edelgard: I'd say that's perfectly acceptable, so long are you've taken care of the things you need to do.
Bernadetta: Aww, but doing things is the hard part! Stop being so difficult, world!

Dimitri

Bernadetta	Support information:		Dimitri
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B Support

Bernadetta: No one here? Good. Now quietly... Sneakily...
Dimitri: Bernadetta?
Bernadetta: AAAAAUGH! Back to the beyond from whence you came! I haven't done anything wrong I promise I was just really hungryyy!
(Bernadetta runs off)
Dimitri: Bernadetta, wait! There are a bunch of crates over-
Bernadetta: Ow! Oh, ack, no... AAAAAUGH!
Dimitri: Ah...

Dimitri: Well, it took a while, but we finally managed to clean everything up.
Bernadetta: Sorry about that. Er, again. Why does this kind of thing always happen to me? First I run into you, and then the crates are stacked in a completely different place! It's all just the worst.
Dimitri: I wasn't expecting to find anyone up at this hour, so I apologize for scaring you.
Bernadettta: Wait, no! I didn't mean you're the worst! I mean, I didn't actually want to see you, but... No, wait! That sounds bad! I just... ummm...
Dimitri: Think nothing of it. You were raised in the Empire, so it's only natural you'd be afraid of me. But if I may, why were you in the mess hall so late?
Bernadetta: Wait. Are you interrogating me? Am I going to be royally executed?! NOOO!
Dimitri: Don't be ridiculous. Why would I have a valuable ally executed?
Bernadetta: Wait, you mean it? You better mean it! I won't let you live it down if you're lying!
Dimitri: I would not lie about something like that. In fact, I swear upon the goddess... no, on my father's name.
Bernadetta: OK, I guess I can tell you, then. I missed dinner because I shut myself inside my tent. But then I was so hungry I couldn't sleep, so I decided to come out here.
Dimitri: I see. And then?
Bernadetta: Aaah! I wasn't trying to steal food, I promise! I just thought there might be leftovers, or maybe an apple that rolled under someone's chair!
Dimitri: Please calm down, Bernadetta. I'm not judging you for what you eat or when.
Bernadetta: You're going to eat me?! Noooo! I taste terribleeeee!
(Bernadetta runs off)
Dimitri: She is utterly exhausting.

A Support

Bernadetta: Ummm... why do I feel someone watching me?
Dimitri: Hello, Bernadetta.
Bernadetta: EEP! I, UM! SOMEBODY!
Dimitri: Stop. I am not a ghost and I am not here to scold you. I'm just here to get food because I'm hungry. I was stuck inside all day with work and missed my chance for dinner.
Bernadetta: HELP- Oh. So you're just like me, then.
Dimitri: It's rather difficult being shut inside all the time. I always lose track of the hour.
Bernadetta: Yeah, same. Um, but how'd you know I was inside all day today? Oh, no! Was this "work" of yours spying on me?!
Dimitri: No. If I had time to spy on people, there wouldn't be piles of documents teetering atop my desk.
Bernadetta: Yeesh. That sounds rough. Wait, hold up. Why are you taking all those raw veggies? And that dried meat?
Dimitri: Because it's my dinner. Which I missed. I thought I made all of this clear.
Bernadetta: What, so you're gonna eat them just like that? Uh... not that there's any problem with that.
Dimitri: Well then, Bernadetta, perhaps we should cook something together.
Bernadetta: Cook?
Dimitri: Yes. You have a bit of talent in the kitchen, right? Maybe you can take this chance to teach me.
Bernadetta: Uh, sure, I guess. I mean, if you're gonna insist, then I'll show you just how good I am!

Bernadetta: I think I heard you like this cheese and spice- Aaah! The bag!
Dimitri: All right, that should do it. What's the matter, Bernadetta? You seem to be shrinking away.
Bernadetta: I can't do it. I can't cook in front of a stranger.
Dimitri: I hardly think we're strangers at this point, but... Regardless, it looks fine to me. There's no need for you to be so distraught.
Bernadetta: It's not fine! The spice bag ripped and they all fell in, and then I got so flustered I dropped an entire wheel of cheese in there! It smells terrible, and I mean really terrible. There's no possible way it's going to taste good.
Dimitri: Mmm!
Bernadetta: Whaaat?! OK, if you force yourself to eat that, you're going to be sick for days.
Dimitri: I'm not forcing myself to do anything. It would be a shame to waste food we made together.
Bernadetta: So it's... not gross? You don't feel sick or anything? Well, I guess I could try it, then... BLEEECH! So disgusting! How did you even eat it?! Oh, wait. Don't tell me... You're eating it as an excuse to say, "I hereby sentence you to death for feeding me horrible food!"
Dimitri: Do you honestly believe I wander about executing people at will for the smallest transgressions?
Bernadetta: NOOO! I don't wanna die! Let me liiiiiive!
(Bernadetta runs off)
Dimitri: Too much cheese and spice, is it? Heh. I suppose I'll bring her something else for dinner, since she only had one bite of this.

Hubert

Bernadetta	Support information:	Hubert
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C Support

Bernadetta: Oof...
Hubert: Ah, Bernadetta. I see the documents I was waiting for have finally arrived.
Bernadetta: Augh! H-Hubert! I'm not doing anything bad!
Hubert: Then would you be so kind as to hand those over? They are addressed to me, after all.
Bernadetta: Oh, um, right. Edelgard asked me to bring them.
Phew! That was heavy. What are all these documents anyway?
Hubert: Old records of bandit activity in this area that I need for my investigation.
Bernadetta: Hey, that reminds me! I heard we had a group of bandits cornered but they sort of...got away?
Hubert: Yes, a most vexing development. It beggars belief that our troops prove unable to exterminate even these few stray vermin.
Bernadetta: Eeeek! Wait, are you angry?
Hubert: Oh, I doubt it is worth raising my ire over.
Bernadetta: That's good! Um, but you look like you're angry.
Hubert: Bernadetta, are you aware of how your persistence often leads to the very outcome you wish to avoid?
Bernadetta: Eyagh! I mean, um...yes?
Hubert: In any event, my mood is what it is because I must now locate a den of rats.
I will need to research previous stomping grounds, then cross-reference the location of their old lairs in order to work out where this new one might be.
Bernadetta: Wow. That sounds like a ton of work.
Hubert: Yes, but there is nothing for it—these craven rats will not re-emerge once they've burrowed into their nests.
Bernadetta: Hey, neat! I definitely understand the desire to burrow in somewhere and never come out.
Hubert: Urgh...
Bernadetta: Uh, I mean, but when there are festivals and stuff, they might slip up and leave? Maybe? Possibly?
I mean, everyone loves festivals...except when there are people around...which is usually the case.
Hubert: Somehow I suspect you would not emerge for even the most magnificent of carnivals.
However, you and the rats may differ on that point...
Bernadetta: We do what now?
Hubert: Yes, of course. Unlike you, these thieves have no particular desire to live away from others.
We have had them on the run for some time, which means they've not been able to earn coin through their usual underhanded work.
Thus, if I were to prepare a place where they could cut a few easy purses, they might consider the spoils to be worth the risk.
Bernadetta: Um, OK?
Hubert: And the bait shall be a festival.
Due to the war, we have not held a genuine festival for quite some time, after all.
So even if we do not capture the rodents and it merely brings much-needed succor to the people, I would still consider it a success.
Well done, Bernadetta. You have come up with a splendid idea that eluded even myself.
Bernadetta: Why are you complimenting me out of nowhere? ARE YOU PLOTTING AGAINST ME?!
Hubert: Not particularly, no—although I am thinking I will require your assistance in this matter from now on.
Bernadetta: NOOOO! SOMEONE FREE POOR BERNIE FROM THIS TORMEEEENT!

Ferdinand

Bernadetta	Support information:	Ferdinand
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C Support

Bernadetta: Well, Bernie, you were nothing but trouble for everybody yet again.
Ferdinand: There you are! I was worried when you failed to appear at mealtime.
Bernadetta: Aaah! I-I'm fine! All quiet here!
Ferdinand: Please do not tell me your hunger was so great that you resorted to eating those plants there?
You should be careful. I have heard there are some rather poisonous flora in this area.
Bernadetta: Hey, I'm not going to eat poison! What kind of dummy do you think I am?
I know exactly which plants are safe and which ones aren't.
Ferdinand: It is strange to see you this confident on a topic.
But if you are so certain, I think I should give your eye a test. Just to be safe, you understand.
Bernadetta: We're doing what now?
Ferdinand: Ah, I know! What say we have a little game to see who can collect the most edible plants?
Bernadetta: What?!
Ferdinand: And as an army can never have too much food, this will serve to benefit the others. What a splendid idea!
Bernadetta: Urgh. Why me...
OK, so this one would cause stomachaches, and that one would be really bitter... Um, I think?
Oh, I don't know. I've only ever seen it in books.
But hey, I'm sure it's fine! I'll also take this one, and this one, and this one...
Oh, and that one over— Wait, is that Ferdinand?
Ferdinand: Such luster! Such size! Such a gorgeous crimson! Yes, this looks like a scrumptious leaf indeed!
Ah, and there are bulbs under this tree! Rich, white bulbs with the luster of a precious pearl!
Bernadetta: Aaaaaah!
Ferdinand: Bernadetta?!
Ah, I see. You were frightened by a mouse scampering by and took a bit of a tumble when you fled, yes?
Bernadetta: Yeah. And I dropped all my beautiful plants that your dumb game made me dumb collect.
Ferdinand: Never mind that now. Show me your wound, please? Ah yes, just a scrape. Still, we should return to base and treat it before it festers.
Bernadetta: Yeah, I suppose. Thanks for looking at it.
Wait, that leaf! The one you're carrying!
Ferdinand: This one? What of it? If you are hungry, we could snack on it while we walk back.
Bernadetta: No! No, no, no! That plant has medicinal properties! It's a styptic!
Ferdinand: Well, what luck! We can use it to treat your wound!
I must say, your talent for identifying plants is no idle boast.
Bernadetta: Yeah, I eyeballed them pretty well, huh?
Now let's take a look at yours and— What?!
Ferdinand: Ha! Are you at a loss for words with the quality of the plants I gathered?
Bernadetta: Every one of these is POISONOUS!
Ferdinand: What? But, the gorgeous leaf! The robust vine!
Bernadetta: DEATH IN PLANT FORM! THROW THEM AWAY BEFORE WE DIEEEEEE!

Linhardt

Bernadetta	Support information:		Linhardt
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C Support

Linhardt: I'm tired. Time to find a good spot for a nap...
Bernadetta: ...
Linhardt: Bernadetta? Why are you skulking in the weeds?
Bernadetta: Eeep! No reason! Not getting in the way of two people's love at all, no sir!
Linhardt: Huh? But I'm alone here... Ah, I see. That.
Bernadetta: Yeah, that! I was out walking when I saw them.
A man and a woman together in the woods... getting...um, heated.
Linhardt: Well, neither of them seems to be dead yet.
Bernadetta: They're on a secret date, you dummy! Not fighting!
Linhardt: Regardless, how does two lovers stealing a moment alone lead to you curled up here in the fetal position?
Bernadetta: Because I'm hiding! I mean, if I messed up their date, they might try to get revenge on me!
Linhardt: Relax. To them, you're no different than a pebble on the side of the road.
Bernadetta: Hey, I'm not a pebble! I mean, sure, sometimes I wish I was just a rock, but...
Linhardt: Then just roll away quietly and you'll be fine.
Bernadetta: Just roll away quietly... Hey, yeah!
Wait, no! They'd see me! Stop trying to get me killed!
Linhardt: We've made enough racket over here to raise the dead, and they haven't even noticed. I think it's safe to say they're off in their own little world.
Still, good for them, sharing words of love when either one could die tomorrow.
Bernadetta: Wait, they could die tomorrow?!
Linhardt: They're both soldiers who serve on the front lines. I doubt a rosy future awaits them.
Bernadetta: No! That's not true!
Couples swearing their love and defying destiny are a staple of classic fiction!
Linhardt: Sure, but the fact it wouldn't happen in reality is what makes it such a good story, right?
Bernadetta: W-wait, but there are tons of stories where two people who have sworn their love don't ever meet again!
Linhardt: Likely because that's something people are familiar with from their own lives.
Bernadetta: OK, so which is it? I believe that those two can be happy together so...they can, right?
Linhardt: I hope that's the case, but reality is cruel. Anyway, I've talked myself right to sleep.
Bernadetta: Huh? Come on, don't sleep there!
Linhardt: Zzz...
Bernadetta: Uh oh. Guess I'd better try that "turn into a pebble and roll away quietly" plan...

Scarlet Blaze/Golden Wildfire

Bernadetta: ...
Linhardt: Bernadetta? What are you doing here?
Uh oh, looks like I'm interrupting. I'll be going.
Bernadetta: Linhaaardt! Listen to meee!
Linhardt: Urgh.
Bernadetta: Remember the two people we saw out on a date here? Well, the guy died!
Linhardt: Sadly, that sort of thing does happen. Another tragic love story for the books, I suppose.
Bernadetta: I really believed they'd live happily ever after, and... and I can't take it ending like this! It's so awful!
Linhardt: Perhaps so, but this is the result of the Empire choosing war.
Bernadetta: But...I thought the power of their love for each other would see them through, safe and sound.
Linhardt: You expect too much from love.
Yes, there are instances where emotion allows the body to go beyond the bounds of what should be possible...
But the effects are quite minor. It's certainly not going to bring the dead back to life.
Bernadetta: I know that, Linhardt—I just think it's sad! I mean, don't you think it's sad?
Linhardt: If pushed, yes, I would consider that to be sad.
Bernadetta: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!
Linhardt: I didn't even know the man's name. Also, plenty of our enemies die, so why are we only sad for allies?
Bernadetta: Because they're, you know, our allies?
Linhardt: I wouldn't want you to die, of course. That would make me quite sad. Bernadetta: And I don't wanna see you die either, Linhardt.
I'd cry even more if you died! Just the thought of it makes me...makes me... Wahhh!
Linhardt: Oh dear. Please don't cry over things that haven't happened yet.
Bernadetta: Oh no, that's what I'm doing. I'm so sorry, Linhardt!
Linhardt: It's fine. But to that point, let's just make sure you and I both survive this war together.
If we can do that, what you said will have come true and I'll happily apologize.
Bernadetta: Er, apologize? For what?
Linhardt: For disputing the idea that two people's feelings for each other can help them overcome the risk of death.
After all, the two of us surviving the war would refute any arguments I've made to the contrary.
Bernadetta: Oh, I get it!
So you and me and the power of our feelings for each other...could... Uh, wait. Our...what now?
Linhardt: All of this earnest conversation has me exhausted. Time for some sleep...
Bernadetta: Again? No! Don't you dare fall asleep on me now! If you do that, I'm leaving you here!
Linhardt: What a rest. Hmm? What's going on there?
???: Is...is this really happening? Oh, my prayers have been answered!
???: When I was about to die, your face floated into my mind—and then a miracle happened!
Linhardt: It seems reports of his death in battle were greatly exaggerated. I'll have to let Bernadetta know.
Although given her sensibility, she's as likely to think he's a ghost as she is to be happy about it...

Azure Gleam

Bernadetta: ...
Linhardt: Bernadetta? What are you doing here?
Uh oh, looks like I'm interrupting. I'll be going.
Bernadetta: Linhaaardt! Listen to meee!
Linhardt: Urgh.
Bernadetta: Remember the two people we saw out on a date here? Well, the guy died!
Linhardt: Sadly, that sort of thing does happen. Another tragic love story for the books, I suppose.
Bernadetta: I really believed they'd live happily ever after, and... and I can't take it ending like this! It's so awful!
Linhardt: Perhaps so, but this is the result of the Empire choosing war.
And although we're now allied with those trying to stop it, there's no less fighting on this side.
Bernadetta: But...I thought the power of their love for each other would see them through, safe and sound.
Linhardt: You expect too much from love.
Yes, there are instances where emotion allows the body to go beyond the bounds of what should be possible...
But the effects are quite minor. It's certainly not going to bring the dead back to life.
Bernadetta: I know that, Linhardt—I just think it's sad! I mean, don't you think it's sad?
Linhardt: If pushed, yes, I would consider that to be sad.
Bernadetta: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!
Linhardt: I didn't even know the man's name. Also, plenty of our enemies die, so why are we only sad for allies?
Bernadetta: Because they're, you know, our allies?
Linhardt: I wouldn't want you to die, of course. That would make me quite sad.
And the person I wanted to see die least of all is now no longer with us...
Bernadetta: And I don't wanna see you die either, Linhardt.
I'd cry even more if you died! Just the thought of it makes me...makes me... Wahhh!
Linhardt: Oh dear. Please don't cry over things that haven't happened yet.
Bernadetta: Oh no, that's what I'm doing. I'm so sorry, Linhardt!
Linhardt: It's fine. But to that point, let's just make sure you and I both survive this war together.
If we can do that, what you said will have come true and I'll happily apologize.
Bernadetta: Er, apologize? For what?
Linhardt: For disputing the idea that two people's feelings for each other can help them overcome the risk of death.
After all, the two of us surviving the war would refute any arguments I've made to the contrary.
Bernadetta: Oh, I get it!
So you and me and the power of our feelings for each other...could... Uh, wait. Our...what now?
Linhardt: All of this earnest conversation has me exhausted. Time for some sleep...
Bernadetta: Again? No! Don't you dare fall asleep on me now! If you do that, I'm leaving you here!
Linhardt: What a rest. Hmm? What's going on there?
???: Is...is this really happening? Oh, my prayers have been answered!
???: When I was about to die, your face floated into my mind—and then a miracle happened!
Linhardt: It seems reports of his death in battle were greatly exaggerated. I'll have to let Bernadetta know.
Although given her sensibility, she's as likely to think he's a ghost as she is to be happy about it...

Caspar

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C Support

Edelgard: And of course, I'm worried about those who struggle at combat.

If Manuela is alive If Manuela has died

Manuela: Yes, we must do all we can to support them. I'll do my part to watch out for those who need help.

???: Yes, they may require more support. I will strive to identify those in need.

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Edelgard: Thank you. We'll do this together.
Caspar: Support people who struggle with combat, huh?
If there's a more perfect job for me out there, I don't know what it is!

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Bernadetta: Um...
Caspar: You ready, Bernadetta? Let's go!
Bernadetta: Nooo! Why do I have to do this?
Caspar: Why do you have to train, you mean?
Bernadetta: It's not training, it's weird! This is torture and I'm gonna die!
Caspar: Hey, calm down! You'll only be fighting me.
Bernadetta: You're lying! There are people hiding in this armor and they're gonna attack me! AREN'T THEY?!
Caspar: That armor isn't big enough for a person to hide in.
Bernadetta: You don't know that! I could absolutely hide inside one!

If Lysithea is recruited and alive If Lysithea has died or has not been recruited

Caspar: Er, I mean...yeah, OK. You probably could. Lysithea too, now that I think about it.
Bernadetta: What! I'm going to tell her you just said that!

Caspar: Er, I mean...yeah, OK. You probably could.
Bernadetta: See?! I was right!

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Bernadetta: Wait, this isn't the time for me to worry about that.
The fact you're plotting against me is the issue here! Why do you hate me?!
Caspar: Look, Edelgard said we need to help people who struggle with fighting, all right?
I'm just trying to put that into action.
Bernadetta: Nuh-uh! You're gonna take me out with a surprise attack from the darkness! I know your game!
Caspar: And how would I attack you "from the darkness" when we're standing in the middle of the training grounds in broad daylight?
You think all these people walking by would see me try to murder you or whatever and just keep going?
Bernadetta: No... They're watching me, I'm sure of it. Your armor is staring at me!
Nope! That's it, I'm out of here! I'm going home to enjoy a life of freedom without my father!
Caspar: What? You can't just run out on me here, Bernadetta! I mean, trying to detect people hidden in suits of armor...
That's one of my father's traditional training drills! I don't know any other way to do it!
Bernadetta: I don't need your lousy support, so just leave me alone!
Caspar: Maybe I'm not cut out for this kinda thing...

B Support

Caspar: Hey, Bernadetta. I'm sorry about before.
Bernadetta: No, I'm the one who should be sorry! Forgive me!
Caspar: Huh? No, I'm the one who wants you to forgive me! Did you hear me apologize just now?
Bernadetta: If I forgive you, will you forgive me?! Then I forgive you! Please just let me live in peace...
Caspar: After what happened, I went to Edelgard and asked her what I should do.
She told me not to do anything and just to apologize. So I'm gonna figure out something I can get for you to make this right!
Bernadetta: N-no, I don't need anything! Aw, rats. He's gone. I have a bad feeling about this...
Caspar: Look, Bernadetta! I got you all your favorite foods!
Bernadetta: Er, thank you? But, um, I think there's enough food here for ten people, so...
Caspar: Food is a foundation for building your body! If you train three times harder, you gotta eat three times as much. I mean, that's just science.
And don't worry—if you can't eat it all, I'm happy to scarf down the rest! Haha!
Bernadetta: OK, so I can't actually train three times harder, and even if I did, I sure couldn't eat three times as much...
Caspar: Look, Bernadetta! I took the bow you use for training and replaced it with an extra strong one!
Oh, and don't worry—I won't interfere with your training. I learned my lesson last time.
Bernadetta: Wow, this does look strong! Let's just... Nnngh!
Oh, come on! I can't even pull the bowstring back! How am I supposed to train with this thing?
Um, Caspar?
Caspar: Hey there, Bernadetta. What's up?
Bernadetta: Listen, I wanted to talk to you about all the stuff you're doing to apologize.
Caspar: Oh, yeah? Say, how's that training coming?
Bernadetta: Lousy! So please stop apologizing already!
Caspar: What? But I softened up the training so it was way less than what I'd do myself...
Bernadetta: Softer? What kind of training do you even do?!
Caspar: Well, for starters, I go fifteen times harder than everyone else here.
But of course I don't have fifteen times as many hours in my day, so instead I do three times the amount, five times as fast.
As for food, I generally need to wolf down about six times as much as everyone else because of how hungry all my training makes me.
Bernadetta: OK, you're not human.
Caspar: Oh, and when I train with a bow, I use one with a string pulled five times as taut as normal.
Bernadetta: All right, I get it! Your training is ridiculous!
Caspar: You think it's...ridiculous?! But my father came up with it, and he's the Minister of Military Affairs!
Bernadetta: Well, if he's the standard you're aspiring to, then no wonder that's how it is!
Caspar: Huh. You know, I never considered that my father got so strong because of how unusual his training regimen is.
Bernadetta: I mean, I don't know about all that, but your routine is definitely not normal.
Caspar: But I've been doing it since I was a kid...
Bernadetta: Yeah, that...explains a lot. Hey, good luck with that!

Dorothea

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B Support

Dorothea: Huh? Looks like Bern's talking to someone.
You seem to be in a good mood, Bern.
Bernadetta: Augh! D-Dorothea! You scared me!
Dorothea: Hehe! Sorry about that. It just looked like you were enjoying your conversation.
That was a man you were talking to, right? He walked away before I could see who it was.
Bernadetta: Y-yeah, but it's not like that...
Dorothea: Oh no? It sure looked like you were getting along well. Who was he, hmm? Is spring finally springing in the heart of my dear Bern?
Bernadetta: No, it's not like that! Um, do you remember the commoner friend I had once?
Dorothea: You mean the one who vanished from your estate half-dead?
Bernadetta: Yep. Well, it turns out he's actually alive! And in our army!
Dorothea: That's great, Bern.
A childhood friend thought passed reunites with his treasured companion amidst the fires of war...
A noble daughter and a common lad! A love that knows no social boundaries! Ah, this is the perfect plot for an opera...
Bernadetta: Yeah, that sounds impressi— Wait! No! It's not love!
Dorothea: Yes, but if they made it into an opera, that's how it would be portrayed.
For example, there's a series of operas known as the Empire of Love, and their latest could be the Bernadetta Saga.
Bernadetta: Absolutely not! If that happens, I'll lock myself in my room and melt down the key!
Dorothea: Then I'll have to keep it secret. A shame though— it's such a lovely story to waste...
Bernadetta: It's not a waste! I'm taking it to my grave!
Dorothea: I'm sure you are. Still, I'm glad your friend is all right.
Perhaps your father wasn't as cruel to him as wagging tongues would have us believe.
Bernadetta: Actually, he says my father was protecting me.
I guess someone was trying to kill me, so he had no choice but to kick out my friend.
Dorothea: Um, but if that's the case, doesn't it mean you can patch things up with your father?
Bernadetta: No... My problems with him go way beyond this one incident.
I mean, yeah, it seems like there was a bit of a misunderstanding around this one thing...
But even if he was protecting me, it wasn't for...love. It's more like how a smith protects a valuable tool.
Dorothea: That sounds very much like my father.
Bernadetta: It does?
Dorothea: Yes. He tossed my mother aside like some worn-out tool because their child—me—didn't have a Crest.
That's why your situation feels so personal.
I really want you to overcome your struggles with everything that happened with your father and find a way to be happy.
Bernadetta: Um...
But I'm already happy—really, I am! And it's all because I have friends like you, Dorothea!
Dorothea: Then I can be happy, too. Because I have friends like you, Bern.

Petra

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Marianne

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Hapi

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