Kjelle/Supports

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

Avatar (M)

Kjelle	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

Kjelle: *Huff, huff* Avatar!

Avatar: Goodness, what's wrong?! You look like you sprinted here!

Kjelle: Spar with me! No practice weapons! No quarter! Spar with me for true!

Avatar: I... didn't see this coming.

Kjelle: Those who lack strength have no place in this army. I will be the one to test you!

Avatar: You think me weak?

Kjelle: I will save judgement until we have crossed weapons. But I advise you not to take me lightly. I'm stronger than most men!

Avatar: I refuse your challenge. Only a fool risks injury in anything more than practice. And by your tone of voice, I'm guessing this is more than simple training.

Kjelle: Ha! Look at the craven! Are you so afraid of losing to a woman?

Avatar: I'm afraid that satisfying your idle curiosity isn't reason enough for me to fight. We've more than enough fighting to do as it is. Save it for our opponents.

Kjelle: Coward! Craven! Yellow belly! Gutless, recreant, fainthearted cur!

Avatar: Oh, for the love of... *sigh* Fine! fine. We'll spar. But just this once!

Kjelle: Once will be enough. Have at you!

B Support

Kjelle: Avatar! I demand one more round!

Avatar: ...All right. But this is honestly the last and final time. Truly.

Kjelle: Then have at you!

Avatar: ..... You've lost.

Kjelle: What?! We've not even started!

Avatar: Look at your stance. You're too tense. You've lost before you've begun.

Kjelle: Are you mocking me, sir?!

Avatar: No, I'm informing you. That's the stance of someone relying solely on brute force. It won't work on me.

Kjelle: A hollow boast! But let's see how you handle...THIS! ...Gwaaagh?! S-so fast! How did you-

Avatar: You seem to forgo any tactic beyond blindly charging your foe. If so, you'd best get used to this bite of steel at your throat.

Kjelle: ...I yield.

Avatar: .....

Kjelle: I challenged you with the idea of gauging your skills, Avatar. But instead, I find my own prowess has been called into question. ...When you said I relied on brute force, it... upset me.

Avatar: You're a talented fighter, Kjelle. Just...reckless. I only know your weakness because I've watched you work. However, I'm hardly the best this world has to offer. Some opponents will see you coming a mile away. You won't stand a chance.

Kjelle: .....

Avatar: Perhaps I spoke too harshly. Forgive me. ...I'll leave you to your thoughts.

Kjelle: Damn him... He's right.

A Support

Kjelle: ...Hngh!

Avatar: Something wrong, Kjelle?

Kjelle: Er, I'm... It's nothing!

Avatar: You're hurt, aren't you?

Kjelle: I said it's nothing. A scratch.

Avatar: Even the smallest wound can fester. Let's have a look.

Kjelle: Ah!

Avatar: It's fresh... This is from the last battle? It's a clean cut, at least. Shouldn't even leave a scar, if treated soon enough. It must have been some opponent if they were able to leave such a memento.

Kjelle: She was... quite fearsome. The old me might not have survived the encounter.

Avatar: Before training, you mean?

Kjelle: Before sparring with you. Your words have made me stronger.

Avatar: You mean the bit about not relying on brute force? I'm happy to hear it was useful.

Kjelle: I had fought every previous battle on pure momentum. I fancied myself better than any man. Stronger. That's why I needed to face you twice; I couldn't believe the initial result. But strength is more than muscle alone. A keen eye, a quick mind... Any of these things can decide a battle as sure as might. It was you who taught me that.

Avatar: Glad to hear that, indeed, especially coming from your lips... Aaand... there. Wrapped up and ready to go. How does the bandage feel?

Kjelle: ...Just fine. Thank you.

Avatar: My pleasure.

S Support

Kjelle: Avatar!

Avatar: Kjelle... Is everything all right?

Kjelle: I need you to spar with me one last time. ...Please.

Avatar: I'm guessing your reasons are different from before?

Kjelle: They are. So will you grant me this request?

Avatar: No holding back. Agreed?

Kjelle: I'll come at you with all I have!

Avatar: Hyaaah!

Kjelle: Yaaah!

Avatar: Ngh! ...Yield! I yield! ...You win today, Kjelle. ...And now that you read me as well as I can read you, I doubt I'll ever win again. I'm certainly no match for your power.

Kjelle: ..... Thank you for indulging me. My head feels clear again. It's put my feelings in order.

Avatar: Oh?

Kjelle: I wasn't sure before, but now I know that... That I love you.

Avatar: Wait, you... I mean, I don't... Do you mean it?

Kjelle: I haven't stopped thinking of you since my first defeat at your hands. At first I thought I was just angry. My wounded pride and all... But that wasn't it. Or not all of it, anyway. somewhere along the way, spite gave way to affection. I realized it was not anger that kept you in my thoughts. It was love.

Avatar: Kjelle, I...Thank you. It's hard for me to believe you really feel this way. Especially since I, too, have been entranced ever since our first duel. Seeing you throw yourself into training... It was quite the impressive sight. And attractive, if I may be so bold.

Kjelle: You may be so bold, sir. For you've become the source of that drive in me.

Avatar: Then I'm the one who should feel flattered. You're an incredible woman, Kjelle. From here on, we can spur each other on to greater heights. Be each other's drive.

Kjelle: I'd be honored, Avatar!

Kjelle (Confession): With you at my side, I feel as strong as newly forged steel. I... I adore you.

Avatar (M) (as parent and child)

Kjelle	Support information:			File:Small portrait avatar m-default fe13.png Robin (M)
	C: 0 pts.	B: ? pts.	A: ? pts.
	This support is only available if Robin (M) is Kjelle's father.

C Support

Kjelle: Are you free, Father? I could use a sparring partner.

Avatar: Oh, Kjelle... I'd love to, but... maybe not today...

Kjelle: Father, you're as pale as a ghost! And sweating! What's wrong?!

Avatar: I-it's nothing. I'm f-fine... Save for my gut...

Kjelle: Are you injured? Who did this to you?! Give me a name, and I'll--

Avatar: B-breakfast...

Kjelle: ...Someone named "Breakfast"?

Avatar: 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: ......

Avatar: Hrrgh... And I thought Sully's cooking was bad... Whoever made this is... is...

Kjelle: ...Is your daughter.

Avatar: ...What?

Kjelle: I'm sorry, Father. ... I thought it turned out so well.

Avatar: 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 embarassing!

Avatar: W-wait! Kjelle! C-come back! Don't go... I'll... Bluuurp! Oh, gods... H-here it comes...

B Support

Kjelle: HAH! RRRAGH! YAAAAH!

Avatar: 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

Avatar: Oh, so... You're not cooking again?

Kjelle: Would you want me to, after the last time?! You saw 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!

Avatar: It was certainly a...challenging day. 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!

Avatar: ...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.

Avatar: Oh come now, it wasn't THAT bad...

Kjelle: I still remember the sound...that horrible sound...Dozens of people, all fa-

Avatar: 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.

A Support

Avatar: The soup smells great, honey! Good job. I'm sure everyone'll be eager for a taste.

Kjelle: Thanks. I had a good teacher. I had no idea you knew so much about cooking!

Avatar: 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?

Avatar: Yeah, I guess we do...

Kjelle: ....... ...Heh heh.

Avatar: 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.

Avatar: Kjelle...

Kjelle: But hey, enough of that. Didn't mean to get all misty. Let's dig in to this soup! *slurp*

Avatar: Kjelle, I know you're a strong girl who doesn't lke 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.

Avatar: Yes, what is it?

Kjelle: Keep teaching me how to cook! This soup tastes like dishwater...

Avatar: *Slurp* ...Oh gods, it does.

Kjelle: Actually, I've had better disnwater...

Avatar: Right then! I can at least get you cooking food that tastes like food!

Kjelle: That'd be plenty for me! Thanks!

Avatar (F)

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

C Support

Kjelle: Torchlight glinting off polished steel... Imposing rows and fearsome visors... Ah. I never get tired of this sight.

Avatar: Kjelle? What are you doing here?

Kjelle: Ah, Avatar. Greetings. I was just admiring the armory. Don't you think it's lovely seeing all our gear lined up in neat little rows?

Avatar: I don't know that I've ever thought about it... Armor is an interest of yours, I take it?

Kjelle: An interest? To say the least! In truth, I absolutely ADORE armor! It's both battlefield tool and work of art... It grants a warrior might and majesty. It's one of the main reasons why I became a knight, in fact.

Avatar: I suppose there is a certain something about a well-made suit of plate. Especially the elaborate models fashioned for nobles and royalty.

Kjelle: Ha! I should have guessed that you, of all people, would share my passion.

Avatar: Er, yes, well... Perhaps not to the same degree.

Kjelle: I could help with that. I could tell you everything I know about armor. I could deepen your knowledge and help fuel the fires of your passion!

Avatar: Oh. Yes, that's... very kind of you. Perhaps when we have more time.

Kjelle: Agreed then! Next chance we get, I'll treat you to my five-part lecture on chain mail. This is serious business, Avatar. Just remember: you requested it!

Avatar: ...Did I?

B Support

Kjelle: Ha! There you are... I've been looking everywhere for you!

Avatar: (Damn! She found me!) Er, I mean... Hello, Kjelle.

Kjelle: Ready for my discourse on armor?

Avatar: Oh, right. See, the thing about that is... Well, to be completely honest... Look, I won't ever be as passionate as you about armor. I just won't. And I feel like I'd just be letting you down, so maybe it's best if we-

Kjelle: Nonsense! Give me enough time, and I guarantee to ignite your love for armor. If not as works of art, then as valuable equipment that keeps your soldiers safe. You're interested in being the best tactician you can be, right? Because if so, it's essential that you learn as much as you can about protective gear.

Avatar: Er, well, yes. I suppose that is... a point.

Kjelle: No need to thank me, truly. What are friends for? And there's no better friends than those united in a common love of helm and shield!

Avatar: I... can so very hardly wait.

Kjelle: Then let's begin! *ahem* I should probably start by listing all the things one can enjoy about armor. First, the smell: a wonderful bouquet of tangy metal and warm, rich leather.

Avatar: See, you've lost me already, Kjelle. I think armor smells terrible. It's sweaty and gross, especially after we've been fighting for weeks.

Kjelle: Oh, Avatar, Avatar... Why are you fighting this? There's no need to mask your feelings. Listen to your heart! Let it sing!

Avatar: ...I honestly have no idea what you're talking about.

Kjelle: Moving on, then! What's next... Ah, yes! The sound of armor! Don't you just love it? CLINK-CLANK! CLINK-CLANK! *Siiiiiiigh* I could listen to it all day...

Avatar: (...My instinct was to run when I saw her coming. Why didn't I run?! *Sigh* Nothing for it now but to just stand here politely until she's done...)

A Support

Kjelle: Ah, there you are, Avatar. Are you ready for our next discussion on how to properly enjoy armor?

Avatar: Kjelle, you don't enjoy armor. You LOVE armor. You're consumed by it! Infatuated! Maybe even obsessed!

Kjelle: Obsessed? Me?

Avatar: Well, it's not necessarily a bad thing, of course... It's just... hard to talk with you about anything else, and, er...

Kjelle: No, no. It's fine. I get it, Avatar. I'm boring you, aren't I? I start talking about armor, and then I just won't shut up. Armor this and armor that and blah-dee blah-dee blaaah. You hate me now, don't you? You hate the very sight of me.

Avatar: What?! Kjelle, that's absurd! I... I enjoy your company very much. And I don't hate armor, either, you know. You're just so serious about it! I mean, how did this happen? Where did this mad obsession even come from?

Kjelle: *Sigh* You want to know why I care about armor so much, Avatar? ...It's because armor was my only friend.

Avatar: I don't understand...?

Kjelle: In my future, humanity was on the verge of extinction. Risen roamed the land. My life depended on my armor. Long after my comrades and parents were dead and gone, it yet protected me. In the end, it was all I had left. It was constant. It never deserted me.

Avatar: .....

Kjelle: It's thanks to my armor that I'm still alive today to talk about it. Do you see now? Armor isn't just gear. It's a friend to whom I owe my life.

Avatar: But that was then... Now you have something better you can rely on.

Kjelle: ...Better armor, you mean?

Avatar: No! Us, Kjelle! Your friends! Look around the camp. Don't you see how many people here care about you? When we all stand together, nothing can possibly harm you.

Kjelle: You make a convincing case, Avatar. But I don't want to be protected- I want to protect my comrades in turn!

Avatar: No one would ask any less of you, because we all feel the same. We all watch out for each other.

Kjelle: Now THAT'S the best kind of armor there is!

Chrom

Kjelle	Support information:			Chrom
	C: 0 pts.	B: ? pts.	A: ? pts.
	This support is only available if Chrom is Kjelle's father.

C Support

Kjelle: Are you free, Father? I could use a sparring partner.

Chrom: Oh, Kjelle... I'd love to, but... maybe not today...

Kjelle: Father, you're pale as a ghost! And sweating! What's wrong?!

Chrom: I-it's nothing. I'm f-fine... Save for my gut...

Kjelle: Are you injured? Who did this to you?! Give me a name, and I'll-

Chrom: B-breakfast...

Kjelle: ...Someone named "Breakfast"?

Chrom: 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: ......

Chrom: Hrrgh... And I thought Sully's cooking was bad... Whoever made this is... is...

Kjelle: ...Is your daughter.

Chrom: ...What?

Kjelle: I'm sorry, Father. ...I thought it turned out so well.

Chrom: 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!

Chrom: W-wait! Kjelle! C-come back! Don't go... I'll... Bluuurp! Oh, gods... H-here it comes...

B Support

Kjelle: HAH! RRRAGH! YAAAH!

Chrom: 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

Chrom: 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!

Chrom: It was certainly a... challenging day... 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!

Chrom: ...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.

Chrom: Oh come now, it wasn't THAT bad...

Kjelle: I still remember the sound... that horrible sound... Dozens of people, all fa-

Chrom: All right! Fair enough. ...Look, what if I gave you a few pointers? I'm no whiz in the kitchen, but I've made my fair share of campfire breakfasts. 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.

A Support

Chrom: The soup smells great, honey! Good job. 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!

Chrom: 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?

Chrom: Yes, I guess we do...

Kjelle: ....... ...Heh heh.

Chrom: 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.

Chrom: Kjelle...

Kjelle: But hey, enough of that. Didn't mean to get all misty. Let's dig in to this soup! *slurp*

Chrom: 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.

Chrom: Yes, what is it?

Kjelle: Keep teaching me how to cook! This soup tastes like dishwater...

Chrom: *Slurp* ...Oh, gods, it does.

Kjelle: Actually, I've had better dishwater...

Chrom: Right, then. I can at least get you cooking food that tastes like food!

Kjelle: That'd be plenty for me! Thanks!

Frederick

Kjelle	Support information:			Frederick
	C: 0 pts.	B: ? pts.	A: ? pts.
	This support is only available if Frederick is Kjelle's father.

C Support

Kjelle: Are you free, Father? I could use a sparring partner.
Frederick: Oh, Kjelle... I'd love to, but...perhaps not today...
Kjelle: Father, you're pale as a ghost! And sweating! What's wrong?!
Frederick: I-it's nothing. I'm f-fine... Save for my gut...
Kjelle: Are you injured? Who did this to you?! Give me a name, and I'll—
Frederick: B-breakfast...
Kjelle: ...Someone named "Breakfast"?
Frederick: 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... Spare yourself...
Kjelle: ......
Frederick: Hrrgh... And I thought Sully's cooking was bad... Whoever made this is...is...
Kjelle: ...Is your daughter.
Frederick: ...What?
Kjelle: I'm sorry, Father. ...I thought it turned out so well.
Frederick: N-no, it's not...that... I mean...urrgh... It was d-delicious... I'm sure the...searing pain is...coincidental, dear...
Kjelle: You just said that everyone who ate it got sick! Oh, this is so embarrassing!
Frederick: W-wait! Kjelle! C-come back! Don't go... I'll... Bluuurp! Oh, gods... This is not going to be pleasant...

B Support

Kjelle: HAH! RRRAGH! YAAAH!
Frederick: 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.
Frederick: 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!
Frederick: It was certainly a...challenging day. 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!
Frederick: ...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.
Frederick: Oh come now, it wasn't THAT bad...
Kjelle: I still remember the sound...that horrible sound... Dozens of people, all fa—
Frederick: All right! Fair enough. ...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.

A Support

Frederick: The soup smells great, dear. Good job. 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!
Frederick: 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?
Frederick: Yes, I suppose we do...
Kjelle: ...... ...Heh heh.
Frederick: 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.
Frederick: Kjelle...
Kjelle: But hey, enough of that. Didn't mean to get all misty. Let's dig in to this soup! *slurp*
Frederick: Kjelle, I know you're a strong woman who doesn't like to ask for help... But you know that you can, right? If there is anything I can ever do, just name it.
Kjelle: Weeell... I guess one thing comes to mind, actually.
Frederick: And that is?
Kjelle: Keep teaching me how to cook! This soup tastes like dishwater...
Frederick: *Slurp* ...Oh, gods. It does.
Kjelle: Actually, I've had better dishwater...
Frederick: Right, then. I can at least get you cooking food that tastes like food...
Kjelle: That'd be plenty for me! Thanks!

Virion

Kjelle	Support information:			Virion
	C: 0 pts.	B: ? pts.	A: ? pts.
	This support is only available if Virion is Kjelle's father.

C Support

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: W-wait! Kjelle! C-come back! Don't go... I'll... Bluuurp! Oh, gods... H-here it comes...

B Support

Kjelle: HAH! RRRAGH! YAAAH!
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.

A Support

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 how 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.
Kjelle: That'd be plenty for me! Thanks!

Sully

Kjelle	Support information:			Sully
	C: 0 pts.	B: ? pts.	A: ? pts.

C Support

Sully: Phew... That's enough for today.
Kjelle: Yes, ma'am!
Sully: You're good, kid. Good enough to keep me on my toes.
Kjelle: I learned from my mother.
Sully: What, you mean me? Er, I mean, future me? Dammit! I can't wrap my head around all this time-travel business!
Kjelle: You fight just like the mother I knew. ...Which makes sense, I suppose.
Sully: That explains why you're so hard to beat. You know all my moves. Although, wait. There's one thing I don't understand...
Kjelle: What's that?
Sully: You're not great on horseback, are you? How'd that happen? I'd think I would've taught you better.
Kjelle: But you never taught me to ride.
Sully: What? Why not? Did you guys have to eat all the horses or something?
Kjelle: We had horses. What we lacked was talent. Or more specifically, I lacked it. You said I was a lost cause, so I wound up teaching myself. ...Poorly.
Sully: Huh.
Kjelle: So yeah, come to think of it, now's your chance.
Sully: Oh? My chance for what?
Kjelle: To teach me how to ride! I mean, it IS your fault I don't already know.
Sully: MY fault? How is it MY fault? I haven't done anything! I haven't even HAD you yet!
Kjelle: But you will! So come on, what do you say? Please?
Sully: ...Oh, fine. If you're so damn intent on learning, we'll work it into the regimen.
Kjelle: Perfect! Thanks, Mother.

B Support

Sully: All right. That's it for today's training.
Kjelle: Yes, ma'am! Thank you, ma'am! So? Am I any better on horseback? Maybe just a little?
Sully: ...What do you think?
Kjelle: Not...really? Maybe I really don't have the talent for it.
Sully: Talent is an excuse! You lack practice, not talent.
Kjelle: No... You're right. I'm sorry. I guess I just got frustrated.
Sully: Still, there IS something strange here...
Kjelle: How your own daughter could be such a poor rider?
Sully: No, not that. The fact that future me told you anything different than what I just told you myself.
Kjelle: That it's a matter of practice, not talent?
Sully: Yeah. I hate that word, "talent." Always have. So why would I ever say you lacked it?
Kjelle: Well, to be fair, you never used the word "talent"... I believe your exact words were "you're not suited for riding." But it's basically the same thing.
Sully: Hmm... Well I'm sure I wouldn't say it without some reason...
Kjelle: Uh-oh. Does that mean you're going to stop teaching me again?
Sully: I'm no damn quitter! We'll finish what we started or die trying.
Kjelle: Whew! Thanks!
Sully: Still, there's something funny about all of this...

A Support

Sully: You have a minute, Kjelle?
Kjelle: Did you need me, Mother?
Sully: Well, I think I figured out why I didn't teach you how to ride in the future.
Kjelle: Oh no! Does this mean you're going to stop giving me lessons?
Sully: Just listen: it takes a special talent to navigate a mount around a battlefield. But it's not the be-all, end-all of combat. Everyone has their own unique skill set. I think I probably wanted you to find your own way to fight.
Kjelle: But why? Riding is a crucial skill.
Sully: Because I'm your mother.
Kjelle: What?
Sully: One tiny slipup can cost a warrior her life out in the field. And if I saw a risk, no matter how small, I'd want to nip it in the bud.
Kjelle: But...you're teaching me now.
Sully: Well, uh... Look, maybe it took a little bit for the whole maternal thing to sink in. I agreed to teach you without really thinking about it. I acted like I was training a peer more than raising my daughter. ...Make sense?
Kjelle: So your thinking has changed?
Sully: Damn right it has! Spending all this time together, I feel a lot more...motherly. I think that's why I can see where future me was coming from. I would've been older than you, and worried about what you'd do when I was gone.
Kjelle: So you discouraged my riding since you wouldn't always be there to protect me? ...Huh. In other words, you did what you did because you cared about me.
Sully: It's just a guess. I mean, I can't very well go ask future me about it, right?
Kjelle: I suppose that means the end of my lessons. *sigh* It was fun while it lasted. I still think I'd be more effective on horseback, but I guess it's not meant to be.
Sully: Now just a damn minute—who said anything about giving up?
Kjelle: What? But you just... Aren't you saying you agree with why you stopped teaching me?
Sully: Yeah, maybe, if I was future me! But I'm NOW ME! We're practically the same age here! We can fight side by side for the rest of our lives, girly.
Kjelle: Then you'll keep training me?
Sully: Course I will! I'm sure I'd understand... Er, will understand... Er, whatever! And given we're both so young and fit, there's no excuse not to train hard! Hope you're ready to sweat...
Kjelle: ...J-just try to be a LITTLE gentle, would you?
Sully: I CAN'T HEAR YOU! LET'S GO, LET'S GO! MOVE IT!
Kjelle: Y-yes, ma'am!

Vaike

Kjelle	Support information:			Vaike
	C: 0 pts.	B: ? pts.	A: ? pts.
	This support is only available if Vaike is Kjelle's father.

C Support

Kjelle: Are you free, Father? I could use a sparring partner.
Vaike: Hey, Kjelle... I'd love to, but...maybe not today...
Kjelle: Father, you're pale as a ghost! And sweating! What's wrong?!
Vaike: I-it's nothing. I'm f-fine... Save for my gut...
Kjelle: Are you injured? Who did this to you?! Give me a name, and I'll—
Vaike: B-breakfast...
Kjelle: ...Someone named "Breakfast"?
Vaike: 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: ......
Vaike: Hrrgh... And I thought Sully's cooking was bad... Whoever made this is...is...
Kjelle: ...Is your daughter.
Vaike: ...What?
Kjelle: I'm sorry, Father. ...I thought it turned out so well.
Vaike: 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!
Vaike: W-wait! Kjelle! C-come back! Don't go... The Vaike'll... Bluuurp! Oh, gods... H-here it comes...

B Support

Kjelle: HAH! RRRAGH! YAAAH!
Vaike: Kjelle, you seem to be trainin' 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.
Vaike: So, uh... You ain't cookin' 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!
Vaike: Yeah, that was pretty ugly, all right. But hey, nobody's perfect. I'm sure it was just a fluke! The Vaike would be happy to give your cookin' another shot.
Kjelle: NO!
Vaike: Muh?
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.
Vaike: Yeesh, it wasn't THAT bad...
Kjelle: I still remember the sound...that horrible sound... Dozens of people, all fa—
Vaike: All right! I get it, I get it. ...Look, what if ol' Teach gave ya a few pointers in the kitchen? If we manage to come up with somethin' tasty, we can share it with everyone!
Kjelle: Hmm... All right, let's try it! ...And thanks.

A Support

Vaike: The soup smells great, honey! Good job. I'm sure everyone'll be dyin' for a taste.
Kjelle: Thanks. I had a good teacher. I had no idea you knew so much about cooking!
Vaike: I learned a lot after marryin' your mother. Was that or starve...
Kjelle: Ha! You two really get along so well, don't you?
Vaike: Yeah, I guess we do...
Kjelle: ...... ...Heh heh.
Vaike: 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.
Vaike: Kjelle...
Kjelle: But hey, enough of that. Didn't mean to get all misty. Let's dig in to this soup! *slurp*
Vaike: Kjelle, I know you're a strong girl who doesn't like to ask for help... But ya can, ya know? If there's ever anythin' the Vaike can do, you just name it.
Kjelle: Weeell... I guess one thing comes to mind, actually.
Vaike: What's that?
Kjelle: Keep teaching me how to cook! This soup tastes like dishwater...
Vaike: *Slurp* ...Oh, gods, you ain't kiddin'.
Kjelle: Actually, I've had better dishwater...
Vaike: Right then! Teach'll have ya cookin' food that tastes like food in no time.
Kjelle: That'd be plenty for me! Thanks!

Stahl

Kjelle	Support information:			Stahl
	C: 0 pts.	B: ? pts.	A: ? pts.
	This support is only available if Stahl is Kjelle's father.

C Support

Kjelle: Are you free, Father? I could use a sparring partner.
Stahl: Oh, Kjelle... I'd love to, but...maybe not today...
Kjelle: Father, you're pale as a ghost! And sweating! What's wrong?!
Stahl: I-it's nothing. I'm f-fine... Save for my gut...
Kjelle: Are you injured? Who did this to you?! Give me a name, and I'll—
Stahl: B-breakfast...
Kjelle: ...Someone named "Breakfast"?
Stahl: 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: ......
Stahl: Hrrgh... And I thought Sully's cooking was bad... Whoever made this is...is...
Kjelle: ...Is your daughter.
Stahl: ...What?
Kjelle: I'm sorry, Father. ...I thought it turned out so well.
Stahl: 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!
Stahl: W-wait! Kjelle! C-come back! Don't go... I'll... Bluuurp! Oh, gods... H-here it comes...

B Support

Kjelle: HAH! RRRAGH! YAAAH!
Stahl: 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.
Stahl: 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!
Stahl: It was certainly a...challenging day. 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!
Stahl: ...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.
Stahl: Oh come now, it wasn't THAT bad...
Kjelle: I still remember the sound...that horrible sound... Dozens of people, all fa—
Stahl: 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.

A Support

Stahl: The soup smells great, honey! Good job. 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!
Stahl: 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?
Stahl: Yes, I guess we do...
Kjelle: ...... ...Heh heh.
Stahl: 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.
Stahl: Kjelle...
Kjelle: But hey, enough of that. Didn't mean to get all misty. Let's dig in to this soup! *slurp*
Stahl: 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.
Stahl: Yes, what is it?
Kjelle: Keep teaching me how to cook! This soup tastes like dishwater...
Stahl: *Slurp* ...Oh, gods, it does.
Kjelle: Actually, I've had better dishwater...
Stahl: Right, then. I can at least get you cooking food that tastes like food!
Kjelle: That'd be plenty for me! Thanks!

Kellam

Kjelle	Support information:			Kellam
	C: 0 pts.	B: ? pts.	A: ? pts.
	This support is only available if Kellam is Kjelle's father.

C Support

Kjelle: Are you free, Father? I could use a sparring partner.
Kellam: I'm...surprised you found me... I'd love to, but...maybe not today...
Kjelle: Father, you're pale as a ghost! And sweating! What's wrong?!
Kellam: I-it's nothing. I'm f-fine... Save for my gut...
Kjelle: Are you injured? Who did this to you?! Give me a name, and I'll—
Kellam: B-breakfast...
Kjelle: ...Someone named "Breakfast"?
Kellam: 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: ......
Kellam: Hrrgh... And I thought Sully's cooking was bad... Whoever made this is...is...
Kjelle: ...Is your daughter.
Kellam: ...What?
Kjelle: I'm sorry, Father. ...I thought it turned out so well.
Kellam: 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!
Kellam: W-wait! Kjelle! C-come back! Don't go... I'll... Bluuurp! Oh, gods... H-here it comes...

B Support

Kjelle: HAH! RRRAGH! YAAAH!
Kellam: 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.
Kellam: 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!
Kellam: It was certainly a...challenging day. 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!
Kellam: ...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.
Kellam: Oh come now, it wasn't THAT bad...
Kjelle: I still remember the sound...that horrible sound... Dozens of people, all fa—
Kellam: 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.

A Support

Kellam: The soup smells great, honey! Good job. 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!
Kellam: 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?
Kellam: Yes, I guess we do...
Kjelle: ...... ...Heh heh.
Kellam: 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.
Kellam: Kjelle...
Kjelle: But hey, enough of that. Didn't mean to get all misty. Let's dig in to this soup! *slurp*
Kellam: 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.
Kellam: Yes, what is it?
Kjelle: Keep teaching me how to cook! This soup tastes like dishwater...
Kellam: *Slurp* ...Oh, gods, it does.
Kjelle: Actually, I've had better dishwater...
Kellam: Right, then. I can at least get you cooking food that tastes like food!
Kjelle: That'd be plenty for me! Thanks!

Lon'qu

Kjelle	Support information:			Lon'qu
	C: 0 pts.	B: ? pts.	A: ? pts.
	This support is only available if Lon'qu is Kjelle's father.

C Support

Kjelle: Are you free, Father? I could use a sparring partner.
Lon'qu: Oh, Kjelle... Sorry...maybe not today...
Kjelle: Father, you're pale as a ghost! And sweating! What's wrong?!
Lon'qu: I-it's nothing. I'm f-fine... Save for my gut...
Kjelle: Are you injured? Who did this to you?! Give me a name, and I'll—
Lon'qu: B-breakfast...
Kjelle: ...Someone named "Breakfast"?
Lon'qu: 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: ......
Lon'qu: Hrrgh... And I thought Sully's cooking was bad... Whoever made this is...is...
Kjelle: ...Is your daughter.
Lon'qu: ...What?
Kjelle: I'm sorry, Father. ...I thought it turned out so well.
Lon'qu: 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!
Lon'qu: W-wait! Kjelle! C-come back! Don't go... I'll... Bluuurp! Oh, gods... H-here it comes...

B Support

Kjelle: HAH! RRRAGH! YAAAH!
Lon'qu: 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.
Lon'qu: Ah, 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!
Lon'qu: It was certainly a...challenging day. 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!
Lon'qu: ...?
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.
Lon'qu: Oh come now, it wasn't THAT bad...
Kjelle: I still remember the sound...that horrible sound... Dozens of people, all fa—
Lon'qu: 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.

A Support

Lon'qu: The soup smells great. Good job. 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!
Lon'qu: 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?
Lon'qu: I suppose so.
Kjelle: ...... ...Heh heh.
Lon'qu: 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.
Lon'qu: Kjelle...
Kjelle: But hey, enough of that. Didn't mean to get all misty. Let's dig in to this soup! *slurp*
Lon'qu: 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.
Lon'qu: What's that?
Kjelle: Keep teaching me how to cook! This soup tastes like dishwater...
Lon'qu: *Slurp* ...Yes, it does.
Kjelle: Actually, I've had better dishwater...
Lon'qu: Right, then. I can at least get you cooking food that tastes like food.
Kjelle: That'd be plenty for me! Thanks!

Ricken

Kjelle	Support information:			Ricken
	C: 0 pts.	B: ? pts.	A: ? pts.
	This support is only available if Ricken is Kjelle's father.

C Support

Kjelle: Are you free, Father? I could use a sparring partner.
Ricken: Oh, Kjelle... I'd love to, but...maybe not today...
Kjelle: Father, you're pale as a ghost! And sweating! What's wrong?!
Ricken: I-it's nothing. I'm f-fine... Save for my gut...
Kjelle: Are you injured? Who did this to you?! Give me a name, and I'll—
Ricken: B-breakfast...
Kjelle: ...Someone named "Breakfast"?
Ricken: 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: ......
Ricken: Hrrgh... And I thought Sully's cooking was bad... Whoever made this is...is...
Kjelle: ...Is your daughter.
Ricken: ...What?
Kjelle: I'm sorry, Father. ...I thought it turned out so well.
Ricken: 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!
Ricken: W-wait! Kjelle! C-come back! Don't go... I'll... Bluuurp! Oh, gods... H-here it comes...

B Support

Kjelle: HAH! RRRAGH! YAAAH!
Ricken: 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.
Ricken: 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!
Ricken: It was certainly a...challenging day. 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!
Ricken: ...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.
Ricken: Oh come now, it wasn't THAT bad...
Kjelle: I still remember the sound...that horrible sound... Dozens of people, all fa—
Ricken: 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.

A Support

Ricken: The soup smells great, honey! Good job. 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!
Ricken: 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?
Ricken: Yeah, I guess we do...
Kjelle: ...... ...Heh heh.
Ricken: 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.
Ricken: Kjelle...
Kjelle: But hey, enough of that. Didn't mean to get all misty. Let's dig in to this soup! *slurp*
Ricken: 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.
Ricken: Yes, what is it?
Kjelle: Keep teaching me how to cook! This soup tastes like dishwater...
Ricken: *Slurp* ...Oh, gods, it does.
Kjelle: Actually, I've had better dishwater...
Ricken: Right, then. I can at least get you cooking food that tastes like food!
Kjelle: That'd be plenty for me! Thanks!

Gaius

Kjelle	Support information:			Gaius
	C: 0 pts.	B: ? pts.	A: ? pts.
	This support is only available if Gaius is Kjelle's father.

C Support

Kjelle: Are you free, Father? I could use a sparring partner.
Gaius: Oh, Kjelle... I'd love to, but...maybe not today...
Kjelle: Father, you're pale as a ghost! And sweating! What's wrong?!
Gaius: I-it's nothing. I'm f-fine... Save for my gut...
Kjelle: Are you injured? Who did this to you?! Give me a name, and I'll—
Gaius: B-breakfast...
Kjelle: ...Someone named "Breakfast"?
Gaius: 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: ......
Gaius: Hrrgh... And I thought Sully's cooking was bad... Whoever made this is...is...
Kjelle: ...Is your daughter.
Gaius: ...What?
Kjelle: I'm sorry, Father. ...I thought it turned out so well.
Gaius: 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!
Gaius: W-wait! Kjelle! C-come back! Don't go... I'll... Bluuurp! Oh, gods... H-here it comes...

B Support

Kjelle: HAH! RRRAGH! YAAAH!
Gaius: 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.
Gaius: 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!
Gaius: It was certainly a...challenging day. 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!
Gaius: ...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.
Gaius: Oh come now, it wasn't THAT bad...
Kjelle: I still remember the sound...that horrible sound... Dozens of people, all fa—
Gaius: 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. And if not, well...there's always candy, right?
Kjelle: Hmm... All right, let's try it! ...And thanks.

A Support

Gaius: The soup smells great, honey! Good job. 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!
Gaius: 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?
Gaius: Yeah, I guess we do...
Kjelle: ...... ...Heh heh.
Gaius: What's so funny?
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.
Gaius: Kjelle...
Kjelle: But hey, enough of that. Didn't mean to get all misty. Let's dig in to this soup! *slurp*
Gaius: 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.
Gaius: What's that?
Kjelle: Keep teaching me how to cook! This soup tastes like dishwater...
Gaius: *Slurp* ...Oh, gods, it does.
Kjelle: Actually, I've had better dishwater...
Gaius: Right, then. I can at least get you cooking food that tastes like food!
Kjelle: That'd be plenty for me! Thanks!

Gregor

Kjelle	Support information:			Gregor
	C: 0 pts.	B: ? pts.	A: ? pts.
	This support is only available if Gregor is Kjelle's father.

C Support

Kjelle: Are you free, Father? I could use a sparring partner.
Gregor: Gregor would love to...but...maybe not today...
Kjelle: Father, you're pale as a ghost! And sweating! What's wrong?!
Gregor: I-is nothing. Gregor is f-fine... Except for gut...
Kjelle: Are you injured? Who did this to you?! Give me a name, and I'll—
Gregor: B-breakfast...
Kjelle: ...Someone named "Breakfast"?
Gregor: N-no... Gregor eat breakfast, then...this happen... N-not just Gregor... Everyone in camp is...feeling like floor of barn... If you have not eaten...s-stay away... Save yourself...
Kjelle: ......
Gregor: Hrrgh... Gregor thought Sully's cooking was horrible... Whoever made this is...is...
Kjelle: ...Is your daughter.
Gregor: ...What? Is joke, yes?
Kjelle: I'm sorry, Father. ...I thought it turned out so well.
Gregor: N-no! It was...good, yes! Do not... Urrgh... Do not blame self! Gregor is sure the...searing pain is...just coincidence... Ha ha...
Kjelle: You just said that everyone who ate it got sick! Oh, this is so embarrassing!
Gregor: W-wait! Kjelle! C-come back! Don't go... Gregor will... Bluuurp! Uh-oh... H-here comes breakfast...

B Support

Kjelle: HAH! RRRAGH! YAAAH!
Gregor: Kjelle, you are making very hard with the training today.
Kjelle: If I can't do my share of the cooking, I'll have to do a larger share of the fighting.
Gregor: Oh, so...you will not be cooking again, yes?
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!
Gregor: Yes, it was quite horrible. But no one is perfect, no? It was probably just crazy fluke. Gregor would like to try your cooking again.
Kjelle: NO!
Gregor: ...Oy?
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.
Gregor: Now, now. It wasn't THAT bad.
Kjelle: I still remember the sound...that horrible sound... Dozens of people, all fa—
Gregor: All right! Do not remind Gregor! ...How about this. What if Gregor give you few pointer tips in kitchen? If we come up with tasty meal, Kjelle can share with everyone!
Kjelle: Hmm... All right, let's try it! ...And thanks.

A Support

Gregor: Mmm, the soup smells delicious! Good job. Gregor is sure everyone will be fighting each other for the tasting.
Kjelle: Thanks. I had a good teacher. I had no idea you knew so much about cooking!
Gregor: Gregor learn after marrying mother. Was either that or starve...
Kjelle: Ha! You two really get along so well, don't you?
Gregor: Gregor think so!
Kjelle: ...... ...Heh heh.
Gregor: 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.
Gregor: Kjelle...
Kjelle: But hey, enough of that. Didn't mean to get all misty. Let's dig in to this soup! *slurp*
Gregor: Kjelle is very strong girl, yes? She never ask for help... But if ever there is anything Gregor can do, you just ask.
Kjelle: Weeell... I guess one thing comes to mind, actually.
Gregor: What is?
Kjelle: Keep teaching me how to cook! This soup tastes like dishwater...
Gregor: *Slurp* ...Oy, it does.
Kjelle: Actually, I've had better dishwater...
Gregor: Right, then! Gregor show you how to cook food that taste like food.
Kjelle: That'd be plenty for me! Thanks!

Libra

Kjelle	Support information:			Libra
	C: 0 pts.	B: ? pts.	A: ? pts.
	This support is only available if Libra is Kjelle's father.

C Support

Kjelle: Are you free, Father? I could use a sparring partner.
Libra: Oh, Kjelle... I'd love to, but...maybe not today...
Kjelle: Father, you're pale as a ghost! And sweating! What's wrong?!
Libra: I-it's nothing. I'm f-fine... Save for my gut...
Kjelle: Are you injured? Who did this to you?! Give me a name, and I'll—
Libra: B-breakfast...
Kjelle: ...Someone named "Breakfast"?
Libra: 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: ......
Libra: Hrrgh... And I thought Sully's cooking was bad... Whoever made this is...is...
Kjelle: ...Is your daughter.
Libra: ...What?
Kjelle: I'm sorry, Father. ...I thought it turned out so well.
Libra: N-no, it's not...that... I mean...urrgh... It was d-delicious... I'm sure the...searing pain is...coincidental... The gods do love to...test us sometimes...
Kjelle: You just said that everyone who ate it got sick! Oh, this is so embarrassing!
Libra: W-wait! Kjelle! C-come back! Don't go... I'll... Bluuurp! Oh, gods... H-here it comes...

B Support

Kjelle: HAH! RRRAGH! YAAAH!
Libra: 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.
Libra: 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!
Libra: It was certainly a...challenging day. 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!
Libra: ...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.
Libra: Oh come now, it wasn't THAT bad...
Kjelle: I still remember the sound...that horrible sound... Dozens of people, all fa—
Libra: 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.

A Support

Libra: The soup smells great, honey! Good job. 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!
Libra: 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?
Libra: Yes, I guess we do...
Kjelle: ...... ...Heh heh.
Libra: 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.
Libra: Kjelle...
Kjelle: But hey, enough of that. Didn't mean to get all misty. Let's dig in to this soup! *slurp*
Libra: 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.
Libra: Yes, what is it?
Kjelle: Keep teaching me how to cook! This soup tastes like dishwater...
Libra: *Slurp* ...Oh, the gods are cruel! It DOES taste like dishwater!
Kjelle: Actually, I've had better dishwater...
Libra: Right, then. I can at least get you cooking food that tastes like food!
Kjelle: That'd be plenty for me! Thanks!

Henry

Kjelle	Support information:			Henry
	C: 0 pts.	B: ? pts.	A: ? pts.
	This support is only available if Henry is Kjelle's father.

C Support

Kjelle: Are you free, Father? I could use a sparring partner.
Henry: Oh, Kjelle... I'd love to, but...maybe not today...
Kjelle: Father, you're pale as a ghost! And sweating! What's wrong?!
Henry: I-it's nothing. I'm f-fine... Save for my stomach...
Kjelle: Are you injured? Who did this to you?! Give me a name, and I'll—
Henry: B-breakfast...
Kjelle: ...Someone named "Breakfast"?
Henry: 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: ......
Henry: Hrrgh... And I thought Sully's cooking was bad... Whoever made this is...is...
Kjelle: ...Is your daughter.
Henry: ...What?
Kjelle: I'm sorry, Father. ...I thought it turned out so well.
Henry: 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!
Henry: W-wait! Kjelle! C-come back! Don't go... I'll... Bluuurp! Oh, gods... H-here it comes... Nya haaa...

B Support

Kjelle: HAH! RRRAGH! YAAAH!
Henry: 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.
Henry: 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!
Henry: Nya ha! It was certainly a...challenging day... Aw, 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!
Henry: Huh?
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.
Henry: Oh come now, it wasn't THAT bad...
Kjelle: I still remember the sound...that horrible sound... Dozens of people, all fa—
Henry: 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.

A Support

Henry: Nya ha! The soup smells great! Nice work! I'm sure everyone'll be eager for a taste.
Kjelle: Thanks. I had a good teacher. I had no idea you knew so much about cooking!
Henry: 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?
Henry: Yes, I guess we do...
Kjelle: ...... ...Heh heh.
Henry: 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.
Henry: Kjelle...
Kjelle: But hey, enough of that. Didn't mean to get all misty. Let's dig in to this soup! *slurp*
Henry: Kjelle, I know you're a strong type 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.
Henry: Yeah?
Kjelle: Keep teaching me how to cook! This soup tastes like dishwater...
Henry: *Slurp* ...BLECH! You weren't kidding.
Kjelle: Actually, I've had better dishwater...
Henry: Right, then. I can at least get you cooking food that tastes like food!
Kjelle: That'd be plenty for me! Thanks!

Donnel

Kjelle	Support information:			Donnel
	C: ? pts.	B: ? pts.	A: ? pts.
	This support is only available if Donnel is Kjelle's father.

C Support

Kjelle: Are you free, Father? I could use a sparring partner.
Donnel: Heya, Kjelle... I'd love to, but...maybe not today...
Kjelle: Father, you're pale as a ghost! And sweating! What's wrong?!
Donnel: I-it's nothin'. I'm f-fine... Save for my gut...
Kjelle: Are you injured? Who did this to you?! Give me a name, and I'll—
Donnel: B-breakfast...
Kjelle: ...Someone named "Breakfast"?
Donnel: N-no... I ate breakfast, and then...this happened... N-not just me... Everyone in camp is in...about the same shape... If you haven't eaten...s-stay away... Save yourself...
Kjelle: ......
Donnel: Hrrgh... And I thought Sully's cookin' was bad... Whoever made this is...is...
Kjelle: ...Is your daughter.
Donnel: ...Come again?
Kjelle: I'm sorry, Father. ...I thought it turned out so well.
Donnel: N-no, it's not...that... I mean...urrgh... It was d-delicious... I'm sure this...bellyache is...pure coincidence...
Kjelle: You just said that everyone who ate it got sick! Oh, this is so embarrassing!
Donnel: W-wait! Kjelle! C-come back! Don't go... I'll... Bluuurp! Oh, gods... H-here it comes...

B Support

Kjelle: HAH! RRRAGH! YAAAH!
Donnel: Kjelle, you seem to be trainin' extra hard today!
Kjelle: If I can't do my share of the cooking, I'll have to do a larger share of the fighting.
Donnel: Oh, so...you're not cookin' 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!
Donnel: It was a...challengin' day, for sure. But no one's perfect—I'm sure it was just a fluke. I know I, for one, would love to try your cookin' again.
Kjelle: NO!
Donnel: Beg your pardon?
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.
Donnel: Oh come now, it wasn't THAT bad...
Kjelle: I still remember the sound...that horrible sound... Dozens of people, all fa—
Donnel: *Ahem!* All right, I get ya. How about I help ya out by givin' ya a few cookin' pointers? If we manage to come up with somethin' tasty, we can share it with everyone! Deal?
Kjelle: Hmm... All right, deal. ...And thanks.

A Support

Donnel: Mmm, the soup smells great, honey! Good job. I'm sure everyone'll be itchin' for a taste.
Kjelle: Thanks. I had a good teacher. I had no idea you knew so much about cooking!
Donnel: I learned a lot after marryin' your ma. It was that or starve...
Kjelle: Ha! You two really get along so well, don't you?
Donnel: Yeah, I reckon we do...
Kjelle: ...... ...Heh heh.
Donnel: 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.
Donnel: Aw, Kjelle...
Kjelle: But hey, enough of that. Didn't mean to get all misty. Let's dig in to this soup! *slurp*
Donnel: Kjelle, I know you're a strong girl who doesn't like askin' for help... But you can, you know? If there's ever anythin' I can do, you just name it.
Kjelle: Weeell... I guess one thing comes to mind, actually.
Donnel: And what's that?
Kjelle: Keep teaching me how to cook! This soup tastes like dishwater...
Donnel: *Slurp* ...Ooh, you ain't kiddin'.
Kjelle: Actually, I've had better dishwater...
Donnel: Well, don't you worry. I'll have you cookin' food that tastes like food in no time!
Kjelle: That'd be plenty for me! Thanks!

Lucina

Kjelle	Support information:			Lucina
	C: 3 pts.	B: 8 pts.	A: 15 pts.

C Support

Kjelle: Ah! There she is. Are you free, Lucina?
Lucina: Hello, Kjelle. What did you need?
Kjelle: A sympathetic ear. I've been challenging everyone in camp to sparring matches. ...What a pathetic lot! None of them can even land a blow on me... It's a bit of a disappointment.
Lucina: Is that really a surprise? I suspect very few are a fair match for you in a duel.
Kjelle: You flatter me. Hmmm... I bet you would offer more of a challenge! Heh, in fact you'd likely wipe the floor with my corpse!
Lucina: I hardly think that's the case.
Kjelle: Trust me, I can tell. You're strong. In fact, I bet the two of us could win this war all by ourselves.
Lucina: That's a bit excessive, isn't it?
Kjelle: Big armies are inefficient. They take too long to react, and they lack agility. Surely you've heard tales of the ancient days, before the Hero-King Marth? They say one of his ancestors fought back a great evil single-handedly! Perhaps we'd do well to take a lesson from him—form an elite band of fighters.
Lucina: I'll grant you that small forces do have their advantages.
Kjelle: Big organizations mean bureaucracy and bloat. Besides, half of any larger army is just cannon fodder.
Lucina: I'll not think of any of our men as sacrificial lambs, and neither would Chrom, Kjelle. Still, it's true that uniting a large group of people under a single cause is difficult. More so than I had imagined... And I agree it's important to hone one's abilities as an individual.
Kjelle: Ha! I knew you'd understand! We're a matched pair after all.
Lucina: I do feel, however, that your views are too extreme.
Kjelle: We'll crush them all! Slash them to bi— Er, sorry. Did you say something?
Lucina: ...I rest my case.

B Support

Kjelle: Hey, Lucina. Are you hungry? I thought the two of us might have lunch.
Lucina: I would enjoy dining with you, Kjelle, but why just the two of us?
Kjelle: Because it's no fun eating with a bunch of puny weaklings. Am I right?
Lucina: ...Everyone in this camp is equally our ally, are they not?
Kjelle: Sure, but some are more equal than others. Especially when it comes to fighting! ...What, you don't want to eat with me? Is that it?
Lucina: Please do not mistake my meaning. We've known each other since we were children—I consider you a close friend.
Kjelle: Thanks, Lucina! I feel the same.
Lucina: Then, as my friend, perhaps you'll indulge me by inviting the others to join us?
Kjelle: *Sigh* Fine. Just don't be surprised when they surrender to a bowl of pudding. Shall we then?
Lucina: Yes. And thank you, Kjelle.

A Support

Kjelle: Hey, Lucina! Free for dinner tonight?
Lucina: I'm sorry. I promised my father I would dine with him this evening.
Kjelle: Heh. Not much I can do if ol' Chrom wants to see you, huh? He's got me beat.
Lucina: Beat at what?
Kjelle: Well, he's about the strongest man in this army, isn't he? I don't see much of a chance of beating him in single combat, so I'll cede this round.
Lucina: ...Just how do you imagine social affairs work?
Kjelle: If someone's stronger than me, they get my respect. And if they're weaker than me, I don't waste my time. That's all I'm saying...
Lucina: Confidence and a competitive spirit are healthy traits in any warrior. But you take it too far, Kjelle. I worry that you isolate yourself...
Kjelle: What's wrong with appreciating strength? You're strong, and I respect that about you. It drew me to you, and now we're friends. Isn't that a good thing?
Lucina: But consider the opposite case. Would you never befriend someone weaker than you?
Kjelle: ...Why would I?
Lucina: We're not gladiators fighting for coin, Kjelle. We're at war! Yes, we ought push ourselves to grow as individuals, but in the end we are a team! We must join together as a whole, each of us supporting the other. That is the only way this war will be won.
Kjelle: I understand your thinking, but... Gods, just thinking about those weaklings makes my stomach churn! I see them rolling around the battlefield, mewling like kittens and... Ugh!
Lucina: Then let us do it your way. I challenge you to a duel!
Kjelle: Er, what?
Lucina: If you beat me, I will acknowledge your philosophy as the truth. Should you wish it, the two of us can leave this army and form our own force. But if I win, you must swear to acknowledge your allies as equals. Strong and weak, warrior and healer alike. We face the enemy as one! United we stand, divided—
Kjelle: Okay, enough! I yield! ...You win.
Lucina: ...Huh?
Kjelle: I know better than to fight you when you have that look in your eye! ...Plus, your speech had my stomach churning even more than the weaklings.
Lucina: Then you'll do as I've asked?
Kjelle: Indeed. I'm sorry, Lucina. I know at times my ego can be difficult to deal with. I may be strong, but I am very aware I'm not strong enough to win a war alone.
Lucina: I'm pleased to hear it.
Kjelle: I still think strength is important! That's not changing. But maybe it's time I started being more...inclusive?
Lucina: Oh? What did you have in mind?
Kjelle: Yes, I'll train the rest of this sorry lot until they meet my standards!
Lucina: Excellent! I'm sure the others will be thrilled to have your help in training.
Kjelle: We'll get a tougher fighting force, and I won't have to look at weaklings all day! It's a win-win arrangement!
Lucina: Assuming everyone is able to keep up with your training...
Kjelle: As you said, we're all equals. No exceptions, no special treatment! It's time these Shepherds were truly run through their paces! Now, a daily 10-mile run would be a good start. Then perhaps...100 log-lifts? 200?
Lucina: Perhaps this wasn't such a grand idea after all...

Lucina (as siblings)

Kjelle	Support information:			Lucina
	C: 0 pts.	B: ? pts.	A: ? pts.
	This support is only available if Lucina is Kjelle's sister.

C Support

Kjelle: This place is a mess. I really should straighten up more...often… Is that a...AAAAAAAAAUGH!
Lucina: Gods, I've never seen Kjelle run so fast! Are we under attack?! Kjelle! What happened back there? ...Are you all right?!
Kjelle: L-Lucinaaa!
Lucina: Breathe, Kjelle. Calm down and tell me what happened. You have nothing to fear now that I'm here.
Kjelle: B-b-bug! A bug!
Lucina: ...A bug? ...As in...an insect?
Kjelle: As in a huge, horrid nightmare, with repulsive, hairy legs... It's TERRIBLE!
Lucina: You're telling me all of your screaming and flailing was over an INSECT? *sigh* I thought the Risen had come. You could have sent the camp into a panic.
Kjelle: AAAAAH! It's back! And it can fly?! S-stay back! Don't come close, fiend!
Lucina: Come now, I don't see what all the fuss i—EEEEEEK!
Kjelle: See? SEE?! It's the stuff of nightmares! Now hurry up and kill it! Kill it with fire magic or what have you!
Lucina: Oh, no—I'm not going near that thing! It's HUGE!
Kjelle: WHAT?! What happened to having nothing to fear now that you're here? How do you plan to save the future if you can't even fell one wretched insect?
Lucina: Those two things are not related in the slightest. And what good is all your training if you're scared of a bug?
Kjelle: I've not trained for the horrors that come with touching something like that! Look, you're the older one! You do it! Father told you to protect your little sister, didn't he?
Lucina: Er, well, I suppose he did... *sigh* All right, I'll...do something about it.
Kjelle: I knew I could depend on you, Lucina! Three cheers for the once and future exalt!
Lucina: ...You're a royal, too, you know? It wouldn't kill you to show a bit more spine.
Kjelle: Hey, now's your chance! It just crawled into a corner behind that shelf!
Lucina: It's too dark. I can't see it...
Kjelle: You'd best light up Falchion. Then once you spot it, strike!
Lucina: Falchion isn't some common pitchfork, Kjelle! It's a blade of legend!
Kjelle: All right, all right. At ease, Lucina. I'm sorry I… AHHHHH! It's airborne again! Take cover!
Lucina: As formidable a foe as it may be, I won't allow it to set a single hairy leg on you!
Kjelle: Go, Lucina, go! GET HIM!
Chrom: What in the name of...? What are you two doing in here?!
Lucina: F-Father?
Kjelle: Father!
Chrom: Honestly, you two. All that commotion over a silly insect? What were you thinking?!
Kjelle: Sorry...
Lucina: I'm sorry, Father...
Chrom: Just see that it never happens again.
Kjelle: Of course he would be the one to get it. He's unshakable.
Lucina: It's true. Although he was a lot less calm when it came to scolding us...
Kjelle: Heh, are you still down about that? I actually had a lot of fun. I can't remember the two of us ever getting in trouble like that before. It felt like... I don't know, like we were a normal family for a second there.
Lucina: Heh. I confess, it did have its moments...

B Support

Lucina: ...Kjelle.
Kjelle: Mmm?
Lucina: You know what I'm about to say, don't you?
Kjelle: ...Be sure to wash Falchion after I'm finished cutting this apple?
Lucina: DON'T use Falchion to cut apples in the first place, you dolt!
Kjelle: Eep! S-sorry! I'm sorry!
Lucina: You had best be more than just sorry... That sword is a national treasure of Ylisse and a final memento of my father. Would you use the last earthly remembrance of your dead father to cut FRUIT?! You've shamed the weapon that built your very homeland!
Kjelle: Well, you've seen for yourself how big the apple is. And with no other knives around... B-besides, I've never really touched the sword before. I...I suppose I got curious.
Lucina: ......
Kjelle: So, a-are you... Yes, you're angry.
Lucina: You've never held Falchion before?
Kjelle: Not really, no. In the future, you always kept it by your side. And since we've been back here, I've maybe moved it from tent to tent once or twice.
Lucina: Then we don't know if you have the potential to wield it.
Kjelle: Wait, it takes a special person to use it?
Lucina: I see there is much you do not know. This blade was forged with Naga's power and steeped in the exalt's bloodline. Only a select few are able to wield it, even among the Ylissean royal house.
Kjelle: Huh. Quite particular, I see... Though I'm not surprised you're one of them, Lucina.
Lucina: You may well be another, Kjelle. I'm mortified we've come this far without ever putting it to the test.
Kjelle: Well, it would be quite an honor to wield such a divine weapon. A powerful warrior with a mystical sword... It's the stuff dreams are made of!
Lucina: Mostly I'm ashamed I never stopped to consider it. If you are, in fact, among Falchion's chosen, that is knowledge we need. There may come a time when it proves necessary for you to take it up.
Kjelle: Like...if you're too busy?
Lucina: Like if I'm dead, Kjelle. Having someone able to wield it even after I'm gone would be a considerable asset. We must use any means at our disposal to ensure the future is saved. Now let's go put it to the test.
Kjelle: ......
Lucina: Kjelle?
Kjelle: Forget it. There's no way the sword would choose someone like me.
Lucina: You don't know that until you try. You yourself just said you wished you were able to wield it. So let's—
Kjelle: I said NO! I'm not doing it! Don't make me... Don't make me practice for your death, Lucina!
Lucina: ...I understand how you feel, but we must be practical about this. We cannot afford to lose this war. No matter what happens or who dies.
Kjelle: You think I don't know that?! But it's not... It's just not that simple for me, all right? What, are you planning to leave me, too? First my parents and now you?
Lucina: Not by choice, Kjelle. Never by choice. ...But there are no guarantees in war.
Kjelle: And that's supposed to make me feel better?! If it means you dying, I don't want anything to do with Falchion! And if you make me try, I'll...I'll just use it to chop up more apples! Hmph! This is pointless. I'm leaving.
Lucina: Kjelle... She sure is stuck on this whole apple business...

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Kjelle: Lucina, is this, uh... Do you have a minute?
Lucina: What's wrong, Kjelle? Why the serious face?
Kjelle: I want you to help me see whether or not I can wield Falchion.
Lucina: Huh? You were so dead set against it. What changed?
Kjelle: I did, I suppose. I thought about everything you said… About how we need to win this war by any means necessary. I was running away from that truth and from my duty as a child of the exalted bloodline. But like you said, we need to be practical about this. ...So will you help me?
Lucina: Of course. I'll make the necessary preparations immediately. All right. I want you to strike at that log as if it were the enemy. If you lack the potential to wield Falchion, its blade will be dull as a stone. You will scarce knock the bark off your target. However, if you are among the blade's chosen, the log will be cleft in two.
Kjelle: ......
Lucina: Here. Take Falchion.
Kjelle: All right... Here we go… Hey, wait. What am I going to do if this DOES work? ...No. I'll worry about that later. No more doubts. This is a part of my duty… Here I go! RrrAAAGH! ...... ...Huh? I didn't feel anything.
Lucina: ...The log is unscathed. I'm sorry, Kjelle. It seems you've not been chosen to wield Falchion.
Kjelle: ......
Lucina: Don't take it too hard. This doesn't change who you are. You're still my sister, a daughter of Chrom, and a princess of Ylisse. Don't let this—
Kjelle: ...Pffft. Heh heh ha ha ha!
Lucina: Kjelle?!
Kjelle: Ah ha ha ha, I'm s-sorry, it's just... I was so worked up, I... I completely missed! I missed the log! Ah ha ha! How embarrassing!
Lucina: ...Heh. Heh heh. *ahem* Do try to be serious, Sister. You're making me laugh... *Sigh* I suppose we both got a little too wrapped up in this whole Falchion matter. It wound up souring the air between us, almost as if we'd been quarrelling. I far preferred that night we got in trouble for the giant bug...
Kjelle: Oh, me too! ...Though at least this helped me firm up my resolve. Not doing what I can out of fear that the people I love might die is just...cowardice. If something should happen to you, I swear to keep fighting to the bitter end. But I still have no intention of letting that happen. The pain is too much to imagine. So let me protect you. It's the least your sister can do!
Lucina: I fear I, too, was running. I was afraid to make you a promise. But no more. I swear to you, here and now, that this war will not claim me. I refuse to leave you all alone, Sister, nor allow any harm to come to you. We will survive this together. We will forge a future of our own making.
Kjelle: It's a promise!
Lucina: So it is sworn on Falchion. ...Oh, blast! I completely forgot that I'm on cooking duty tonight. Sorry, but I must be going.
Kjelle: Ah, wait! Lucina, you forgot Falchion! ...So much for not leaving me all alone. Guess it's just you and me, sword. How's about one more swing for the road, seeing as I'll likely never touch you again? Hrrngh... YAAAAH! ...... ...Heh. Not a scratch. You'd just better do a damned good job of looking after my sister, understand? If Lucina dies, you're getting demoted to royal fruit knife. Don't think I won't do it! ...All right. I'd better get you back to her.
Chrom: ...Hmm? What's this log? Was someone training? Hmm, split perfectly in two. I've never seen such a clean cut before...

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