Cordelia/Supports

This page contains all data pertaining to Cordelia's supports in Fire Emblem Awakening.

Avatar (M)

Cordelia	Support information:				File:Small portrait avatar m-default fe13.png Robin (M)
	C: 4 pts.	B: 8 pts.	A: 13 pts.	S: 18 pts.

C Support

Avatar: Ow! I used the last of the salve yesterday, but this cut still stings... What to do, what to do...

Cordelia: You're not out of salve. I restocked your medical supplies this morning.

Avatar: You did? Ah, that's great. Thank you, Cordelia. You never miss a detail, do you?

Cordelia: I just like to stay on top of things. By taking stock of everyone's equipment, I know when anything needs replacing.

Avatar: Wait, you keep track of EVERYONE'S equipment?! ...All in your head?

Cordelia: Of course. Imagine the chaos if our potions and equipment ran out at the same time.

Avatar: ...Gods. I can certainly see why everyone calls you a genius.

Cordelia: Do not call me that!

Avatar: Oh, I'm sorry... I meant no offense.

Cordelia: ...No, of course you didn't. Please forgive me. It's just that...my superiors called me that from the moment I joined the knights. It was so very hard sometimes... Little Lady Genius, they called me. They teased and taunted me...

Avatar: Oh...

Cordelia: They mocked me, too... My appearance, and my javelin technique...

Avatar: Gracious! I had no idea members of the pegasus knights could be so spiteful... I assure you, when I called you a genius, I meant it only as a compliment.

Cordelia: I know. I'm just overly sensitive, that's all.

Avatar: Well, if you ever need to talk, just let me know.

Cordelia: Well, since you offered... What do you think of this javelin? I'm not sure about the balance, myself.

Avatar: Er, I meant if you ever need to talk about... Never mind.

B Support

Cordelia: Avatar! Look, I crafted a new javelin based on your feedback.

Avatar: You MADE one?

Cordelia: Er, yes?

Avatar: As in, you forged it yourself? You didn't assemble it...from a kit, or something?

Cordelia: No... I cut a sapling, fashioned a grip, and hammered the point in the forge. I suppose I could have waited around for the javelin fairy, but she's so unpredictable. Here, look. See the pattern on the shaft? It's my own design. ...Well? What do you think?

Avatar: I think that I wasn't expecting you to go and fashion a whole javelin from scratch! You really ARE a genius!

Cordelia: I beg your pardon?

Avatar: Oh, I... Sorry, I know you're sensitive about that word. I take it back. Anyway, I'm glad I was able to help. If there's else I can do...

Cordelia: Heh, Avatar, you are far too kind! Why, if I... N-no, wait. We can't be doing this. People will get the wrong idea!

Avatar: Doing what? What wrong idea?

Cordelia: If you're so kind to me all the time, people will start to think...we're friends.

Avatar: ...Oh. I thought you were going to say something else... Er, but why would that be so bad? We are friends...aren't we?

Cordelia: D-do you think so?! Truly?

Avatar: Of course. Why not?

Cordelia: Oh, I'm sorry. I guess... I guess I grew accustomed to not having any. I was the youngest recruit in the pegasus knights. All of my comrades were veterans. There was no one whom I could truly call my "friend."

Avatar: That's...so very sad.

Cordelia: Oh, well as I said, I grew accustomed to it. Besides, I did have my pegasus to talk to. Even if the chats were a bit one sided.

Avatar: Heh, I guess they would be...

A Support

Cordelia: Avatar! Guess what? I showed my new javelin to everyone in camp. They were all so complimentary! Thank you again for the help.

Avatar: Don't thank me! You're the one who went out and learned smithery. I'm just glad it all worked out. If only those pegasus knights could see you now!

Cordelia: Heh, perhaps they are looking on from the afterlife.

Avatar: Er, the afterlife?

Cordelia: Yes, if you believe in such things. ...You do know the story, don't you? How my fellow knights gave their lives so I could escape and warn your party?

Avatar: Gracious, no! I mean, I knew that some of them... I just... I didn't think those were the same knights who... I'm sorry. I didn't fully understand until this moment.

Cordelia: That's all right. I suppose how I put things is partly to blame.

Avatar: So despite all the teasing, they loved you enough in the end to die for you?

Cordelia: I was surprised, too! It turns out they'd pretty much decided I was the future. The insults and so forth were just the usual hazing of the new recruit. *Sniff* My only regret is... I wish we'd had more time to...get to know each other. I only learned...how much they loved me...in those last, awful moments...

Avatar: Cordelia...

Cordelia: *Sniff* R-right, then. Enough self-pity. I don't want to try your patience. ...But I must say, it does feel good to get this off my chest.

Avatar: I understand now why you don't like to be called a genius.

Cordelia: You do?

Avatar: Remember how upset you got the first time I called you that? I thought it reminded you of a sarcastic insult, but in fact it was the opposite. When your comrades sacrificed themselves for you, you realized that they meant it.

Cordelia: You're rather clever yourself, working all that out on your own.

Avatar: Not clever, no. Just blessed with the kind of insight close friends share. Because I AM a close friend now, and I'll always be here for you.

Cordelia: *Sniff* Oh, Avatar. ...Th-thank you.

S Support

Avatar: Cordelia, what are you doing?

Cordelia: I'm going to see how far I can throw my homemade javelin!

Avatar: From the top of this cliff?! You'll never see it again!

Cordelia: That's the idea. Seeing it only reminds me of my fallen comrades. If I'm ever going to be the knight they hoped I'd be, I have to let go of the past.

Avatar: ...I daresay you're right.

Cordelia: So, here goes. ONE! TWO! THREEEEEEEEE!

Avatar: Whoa, what a throw! That javelin sailed like the wind! You really are a geniu— Er, you are skilled at many things.

Cordelia: Oh, it's all right. I'm not going to get upset about that word anymore. And I promise not to collapse weeping into your arms ever again!

Avatar: Oh, er... Right. Ha ha! I'd forgotten about that...

Cordelia: Avatar, are you blushing? Don't tell me you've fallen for me!

Avatar: Er, actually...

Cordelia: Hee hee, just a joke.

Avatar: I know, but... Um... You were right.

Cordelia: ...Ah, I get it! Trying to get me back? Ha ha. Good one, Avatar!

Avatar: No...I'm not joking. In fact I've never been more serious. And to prove it...here.

Cordelia: Oh, heavens. It's... It's a ring.

Avatar: Will you marry me, Cordelia?

Cordelia: Why, Avatar... The thing is... Yes! Oh yes, with all that I am! I accept with all my heart!

Avatar: Truly?! Th-that's wonderful! Oh, Cordelia, you've made me so happy!

Cordelia: Not half as happy as you've made me!

Cordelia (Confession): Thank you. I thought nothing could warm my heart again. I shall love you above...all others...for the rest of my days.

Avatar (F)

Cordelia	Support information:			File:Small portrait avatar f-default fe13.png Robin (F)
	C: 3 pts.	B: 8 pts.	A: 15 pts.

C Support

Avatar: Ow! I used the last of the salve yesterday, but this cut still stings... What to do, what to do...

Cordelia: You're not out of salve. I restocked your medical supplies this morning.

Avatar: You did? Ah, that's great. Thank you, Cordelia. You never miss a detail, do you?

Cordelia: I just like to stay on top of things. By taking stock of everyone's equipment, I know when anything needs replacing.

Avatar: Wait, you keep track of EVERYONE'S equipment?! ...All in your head?

Cordelia: Of course. Imagine the chaos if our potions and equipment ran out at the same time.

Avatar: ...Gods. I can certainly see why everyone calls you a genius.

Cordelia: Do not call me that!

Avatar: Oh, I'm sorry... I meant no offense.

Cordelia: ...No, of course you didn't. Please forgive me. It's just that...my superiors called me that from the moment I joined the knights. It was so very hard sometimes... Little Lady genius, they called me. They teased and taunted me...

Avatar: Oh...

Cordelia: They mocked me, too... My appearance, and my javelin technique...

Avatar: Gracious! I had no idea members of the pegasus knights could be so spiteful... I assure you, when I called you a genius, I meant it only as a compliment.

Cordelia: I know. I'm just overly sensitive, that's all.

Avatar: Well, if you ever need to talk, just let me know.

Cordelia: Well, since you offered... What do you think of this javelin? I'm not sure about the balance, myself.

Avatar: Er, I meant if you ever need to talk about... Never mind.

B Support

Cordelia: Avatar! Look, I crafted a new javelin based on your feedback.

Avatar: You MADE one?

Cordelia: Er, yes?

Avatar: As in, you forged it yourself? You didn't assemble it...from a kit, or something?

Cordelia: No... I cut a sapling, fashioned a grip, and hammered the point in the forge. I suppose I could have waited around for the javelin fairy, but she's so unpredictable. here, look. See the pattern on the shaft? It's my own design. ...Well? What do you think?

Avatar: I think that I wasn't expecting you to go and fashion a whole javelin from scratch! You really ARE a genius!

Cordelia: I beg your pardon?

Avatar: Oh, I... Sorry. I know you're sensitive about that word. I take it back. Anyway, I'm glad I was able to help. If there's anything else I can do...

Cordelia: Heh, Avatar, you are far too kind! Why, if I... N-no, wait. We can't be doing this. People will get the wrong idea!

Avatar: Doing what? What wrong idea?

Cordelia: If you're so kind to me all the time, people will start to think...we're friends.

Avatar: ...Oh. I thought you were going to say something else... Er, but why would that be so bad? We are friends...aren't we?

Cordelia: D-do you think so?! Truly?

Avatar: Of course. Why not?

Cordelia: Oh, I'm sorry. I guess... I guess I grew accustomed to not having any. I was the youngest recruit in the pegasus knights. All of my comrades were veterans. There was no one whom I could truly call my "friend."

Avatar: That's...so very sad.

Cordelia: Oh, well as I said, I grew accustomed to it. Besides, I did have my pegasus to talk to. Even if the chats were a bit one sided...

Avatar: Heh, I guess they would be...

A Support

Cordelia: Avatar! Guess what? I showed my new javelin to everyone in camp. They were all so complimentary! Thank you again for the help.

Avatar: Don't thank me! You're the one who went out and learned smithery. I'm just glad it all worked out. If only those pegasus knights could see you now!

Cordelia: Heh, perhaps they are looking on from the afterlife.

Avatar: Eh, the afterlife?

Cordelia: Yes, if you believe in such things. ...You do know the story, don't you? How my fellow knights gave their lives so I could escape and warn your party?

Avatar: Gracious, no! I mean, I knew that some of them... I just... I didn't think those were the same knights who... I'm sorry. I didn't fully understand until this moment.

Cordelia: That's all right. I suppose how I put things is partly to blame.

Avatar: So despite all the teasing, they loved you enough in the end to die for you?

Cordelia: I was surprised, too! It turns out they'd pretty much decided I was the future. The insults and so forth were just the usual hazing of a new recuit. *Sniff* My only regret is... I wish we'd had more time to...get to know each other. I only learned...how much they loved me...in those last, awful moments...

Avatar: Cordelia...

Cordelia: *Sniff* R-right, then. Enough self-pity. I don't want to try your patience. ...But I must say, it does feel good to get this off my chest.

Avatar: I understand now why you don't like to be called a genius.

Cordelia: You do?

Avatar: Remember how upset you got the first time I called you that? I thought it reminded you of a sarcastic insult, but in fact it was the opposite. When your comrades sacrificed themselves for you, you realized that they meant it.

Cordelia: You're rather clever yourself, working all that out on your owm.

Avatar: Not clever, no. Just blessed with the kind of insight close friends share. Because I AM a close friend now, and I'll always be here for you.

Cordelia: *Sniff* Oh, Avatar. ...Th-thank you.

Frederick

Cordelia	Support information:				Frederick
	C: 4 pts.	B: 8 pts.	A: 13 pts.	S: 18 pts.

C Support

Cordelia: The supplies have been unloaded, and everything is accounted for, sir.
Frederick: Ah, good work. Thank you. Next, may I ask you to—
Cordelia: Inspect the worn weapons and scrolls? Already done, sir. Oh, but I did have a number of questions regarding the layout of the camp.
Frederick: ......
Cordelia: Frederick?
Frederick: I was just thinking how little you have changed from when I knew you in Ylisse. Back when you served the royal pegasus knights. Always working harder than everyone and finding some task that needs doing... Phila once confessed to me that she'd have been lost without your help. I'm convinced it was her intention to eventually name you her successor.
Cordelia: Ph-Phila said that?!
Frederick: I envied her, in truth. I've often wished that I possessed a successor of your caliber.
Cordelia: Come now, Frederick, sir! You go too far. People will get the wrong impression if they overhear such flattery.
Frederick: The wrong impression? ...Ah, yes. I see. Apologies, milady. I'm afraid I'm not as sensitive as you to how such things can be perceived.
Cordelia: Of course not. Sometimes it feels as if every man only wishes to woo me...
Frederick: Indeed, the stories of your colorful past certainly do precede you.
Cordelia: Er, stories? What stories? ...Frederick, what stories?!

B Support

Frederick: Might I have a word, milady?
Cordelia: Ah, Frederick. Of course. What is it? Why are you so fidgety? Wait, is this about your inexperience in matters of the heart again? Aha! You've come to me for love advice, haven't you?!
Frederick: Er, n-no, milady! I assure you, my intentions are entirely innocent. I was hoping you'd show the new recruits how well you handle a spear.
Cordelia: ...I suppose I could. But what would be the point? A common soldier is never going to be capable of wielding a spear the way I do.
Frederick: No. But at the very least, I want them to experience your legendary skills firsthand. Then they'll understand that your skills are born of effort, and not a matter of luck.
Cordelia: ...Luck? But why would they think that in the first place?
Frederick: Well, you see... Er, how shall I put it? For mere military mortals such as our new recruits and myself... Well, your martial genius places you on an entirely different plane. So far above us, in fact, that it's difficult to understand how skilled you really are.
Cordelia: Laying it on a bit thick, aren't you?
Frederick: I'm quite sincere. It must be very difficult having talent of your sort. It must be frustrating to be so constantly misunderstood and underappreciated. For our army's morale, I think it's important that our new recruits understand this.
Cordelia: ......
Frederick: I know it's an onerous request. You have every right to refuse.
Cordelia: Oh, no. I'll do it. In fact, I'm delighted you asked...
Frederick: You are?
Cordelia: I've always felt...apart from the rest of society. Like I'm in a different world. And when I'd complain about this or that, no one would take me seriously. People would say, "Oh, you're a genius. What do you have to complain about?" You're the first to realize that... Well, it's not easy being me.
Frederick: Well, I am pleased that milady is pleased!
Cordelia: So! Now that we've settled that, tell me all about your love life!
Frederick: Heh, er...perhaps later? ...Much, much later?

A Support

Cordelia: Frederick!
Frederick: Milady, you seem giddy with excitement... Did something fortunate occur?
Cordelia: Not yet, but it's about to.
Frederick: Oh? I'm pleased to hear that.
Cordelia: You're always willing to help me, aren't you? If I ask a favor?
Frederick: If it is in my power to do so.
Cordelia: Great! Then put your boots on. We're going out.
Frederick: Do we need to secure more supplies?
Cordelia: Oh, no. This is going to be MUCH more interesting than some shopping trip.
Frederick: You say that with such an ominous bent! I'm starting to feel rather apprehensive. (...Wait. Could it be that I inadvertently insulted her the other day?) (Is she so angry at me that she is plotting to exact revenge?) (Ye gods! She's going to lure me to some dark place and stick a spear in my back!)
Cordelia: Frederick, what ARE you mumbling about? I want us to talk about your love life! I know you so want to pour your heart out, but you're afraid to take the first step. So you and I are going to a nice, quiet spot to see if we can't sort it all out.
Frederick: Er, what?
Cordelia: I've already picked out a place with absolutely no chance of being disturbed. Oh, and I made sandwiches! Mmm...
Frederick: Ah, Cordelia. Even with all your preparation, you still made one fatal mistake... You failed to account for the possibility that I might refuse your invitation!
Cordelia: No, I didn't. I assumed that if you refused, I'd have to eat all the sandwiches myself. So I made only my very favorite kinds—chutney, blue cheese, and pickled beets.
Frederick: I...see. Then I concede that your preparations are flawless. I think I have little choice but to gird myself and submit to this, er, liason. But only on one condition: you must first tell ME of YOUR love life.
Cordelia: Hold on to your helm, Frederick! I've got LOTS to say!

S Support

Cordelia: Frederick! When ARE we going to discuss your love life?!
Frederick: Didn't we do that already?
Cordelia: We had that meeting in the gazebo, but you never really said anything!
Frederick: Perhaps because I was unable to get a word in edgewi—
Cordelia: Are you saying I talked the entire time?!
Frederick: Do you even recall our conversation? ...If, indeed, it can be called that? You spent two hours describing in vivid detail your unrequited passion for Chrom. You also sobbed repeatedly and kept asking me "Why, Frederick?! Why?!" Then you devoured all the sandwiches and ran off with the picnic hamper.
Cordelia: Er, yes. Thank you for...reminding me. But I assure you, our next conversation will not be nearly so shameful! This time it will be all about you. You'll have my undivided attention for the whole day, if that's what it takes.
Frederick: Heh. Is this a solemn vow?
Cordelia: Absolutely!
Frederick: In that case, I shall begin my confession immediately...
Cordelia: Goody!
Frederick: *Ahem* Time to get down to brass tacks. No beating about the bush, so to speak... The truth is... *ahem* Yes, quite. Well, the truth is... I am in love with you.
Cordelia: Huh?! ...Is this a jape? It is, isn't it? A silly jape! I bet there's a pack of jesters waiting behind that tree to surprise me!
Frederick: No jape, milady. Not for me.
Cordelia: Oh. But...I thought... I mean... All this time I was asking... I had no idea your love troubles had anything to do with ME!
Frederick: Yes, and I know your heart belongs to Chrom. But even so, I will not give up. I have no desire to speak ill of Chrom, for I am his man in all things. But, Cordelia, I would never give you cause to weep so bitterly as you have for him. I would devote my whole existence to ensuring your happiness.
Cordelia: Why, Frederick... When you say something like that, I know that you're telling the truth. B-because it's how I feel, too. Day in and day out, I have those very same thoughts. ...Except they're for Chrom.
Frederick: And just as you love Chrom with all your heart, so do I love you with mine. Here. Let this be the proof.
Cordelia: ...An engagement ring?
Frederick: It doesn't matter that right now your heart belongs to another. It's enough for me to hope that someday you'll find it in yourself to love me. Will you marry me, Cordelia?
Cordelia: Oh, Frederick! This is... Yes, I will marry you!
Frederick: You will?
Cordelia: I know that Chrom will never love me. ...I think I've always known it. And frankly, I've grown weary of unrequited love. Just the thought of giving it up is like a weight falling from my shoulders. Oh, Frederick, thank you for making me face reality at last! If I promise to love only you, will you make me the happiest woman in the world?
Frederick: I swear it, milady.

Virion

Cordelia	Support information:				Virion
	C: 4 pts.	B: 8 pts.	A: 13 pts.	S: 18 pts.

C Support

Cordelia: Say, Virion... Do you have a moment?
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…
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?!

A Support

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!

S Support

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.

Vaike

Cordelia	Support information:				Vaike
	C: 4 pts.	B: 8 pts.	A: 13 pts.	S: 18 pts.

C Support

Vaike: Chrom! Hey, CHROOOOOOM! Come out, come out, wherever you are!
Cordelia: Vaike.
Vaike: Ah HA! Found ya!
Cordelia: Do I look like Chrom, you oaf?! I wish you'd stop chasing him around.
Vaike: I ain't chasin' no one. We're archrivals! Our paths are destined to cross.
Cordelia: Destiny doesn't need your help, and Chrom doesn't need a rival. Stop bothering him. Let the man concentrate on winning this war.
Vaike: Bothering him?! He loves sparrin' with ol' Teach! Ain't turned me down yet.
Cordelia: That's because you corner him and refuse to go away until he agrees. Hear me, Vaike. If you hold any love for Chrom, you will let this go.
Vaike: Hmm... The Vaike is starting to think this ain't about Chrom at all—it's about YOU!
Cordelia: Oh, for the love of... Fine then. If it's a duel you want, I will accept your challenge.
Vaike: ...YOU? Bwa ha ha ha ha!
Cordelia: That's right. If you want to fight Chrom, you have go through me first.
Vaike: Oh, I get it—you think you can weaken me so I'll lose when I take on Chrom after? Hah! I could take the two of you with both hands tied behind my back! Let's go, sister!

B Support

Vaike: GYAAA! I almost had Chrom that time... I was so close!
Cordelia: No matter how often you lose, you never give up, do you? It's almost...admirable. But why do you insist on using an axe? Chrom has the advantage with his sword.
Vaike: Pshaw. I don't go in for that weapon-matchup mumbo jumbo. If I start thinkin' on the battlefield, I'm done for! I stick with what I know: instinct, brute strength, and the stupidity to keep fightin'!
Cordelia: Do you really want to beat Chrom?
Vaike: What do you think?!
Cordelia: I've been watching you fight. You have the ability and talent, no doubt. But it's obvious you never learned the basics. Too pigheaded, I'm guessing...
Vaike: Hey, who you calling a pig?! I wash all the time!
Cordelia: There are better ways to fight than swinging the axe wildly around your head. If you like, I can show you some techniques.
Vaike: You really think you can help me beat Chrom?
Cordelia: I can give you the tools. It's up to you to make them work.
Vaike: Well, I got nothin' to lose. Let's do it!
Cordelia: I should warn you, though... I don't go easy on my students.
Vaike: Well I should warn you: you ain't never had a student like the Vaike!

A Support

Cordelia: Phew. Let's take a breather.
Vaike: *Pant, pant* S-s-so soon...? B-but I can...keep...going...
Cordelia: Bold words...if we ignore the fact that you can barely gasp them out. Rest and recovery are important parts of training. So now, we rest.
Vaike: *Wheeze* Well, if...if you insist... I'll...just sit here...on the ground. Blistering bulls... I'm damn near dead...
Cordelia: I must say, Vaike, you've impressed me. I didn't expect you to learn so much in such a short period of time.
Vaike: Me either! I never had much patience for learnin' the basics... But you make it kinda fun. I'm pickin' up stuff I'd never learn alone. Hmm... I guess my way isn't always the best way after all.
Cordelia: Why, how very unlike the Vaike to recognize that.
Vaike: Takes a real man to admit when he's wrong! ...Or consider it, I guess.
Cordelia: In any case, I'm very pleased with your progress.
Vaike: There is one thing that's botherin' me, though...
Cordelia: What's that?
Vaike: Well, you know how me and Chrom are archrivals of destiny and fate? By teaching me, aren't you helpin' to take him down in a way?
Cordelia: By making you stronger, I help Chrom to grow strong as well. Only by being challenged can we hope to better ourselves.
Vaike: Hmm... Yeah, I guess that makes sense.
Cordelia: The Shepherds need everyone at their best, and that includes you. So your training is actually for the benefit of everyone.
Vaike: Gads! When it comes to usin' yer noggin, you could give Robin a run!
Cordelia: It's only because you never use your own head that we all seem so intelligent.
Vaike: Hey, now wait just one—
Cordelia: Looks like someone has his wind back! Shall we get back to work, then?
Vaike: Yes, ma'am!
Cordelia: Remember: this is REAL training. I won't be going easy on you.
Vaike: Gimme everything you got! The Vaike's gotta defeat Chrom!

S Support

Vaike: Har har, yes! Didja see that?! I won a round against Chrom! I mean, he won one, too, so I guess it's technically a draw. But still!
Cordelia: I did see—it was quite the spectacle. Both of you fought to your limits.
Vaike: The sword's not my first choice, but I SWORE I'd win one eventually! 'Sides, I reckon beatin' Chrom was the only way to cut through your heart's defenses...
Cordelia: ...What are you talking about?
Vaike: Maybe it's time you stop waitin' on Chrom. There're others just as worthy.
Cordelia: I...I have no idea what you are talking about! And furthermore—
Vaike: And when I say "worthy," I'm talkin' about the Vaike, natch! What say ya turn some'a that single-minded devotion my way?
Cordelia: B-but, I'm still not sure I properly understand...
Vaike: You've got passion, and I got passion! I'm thinkin' we can fan each other's fires and really set things ablaze! ...Here, I want ya to have this.
Cordelia: ...This is a ring. Vaike, are you...proposing?
Vaike: It's custom made, ya know? Had it crafted a while ago. I was hopin' I might knock Chrom outta your heart. And, well...I guess I'm still hoping. What do you say? I got a chance or what?
Cordelia: I, er... Well... What I want to say is... Yes, Vaike. Yes.
Vaike: Truly? You'll marry me?! Gods blow me down if this ain't the best day of the Vaike's whole life!
Cordelia: Well the Cordelia feels the exact same way, hee hee...