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

Avatar (M)

Miriel	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

Miriel: ...How discomposing.

Avatar: That looked like a pretty bad spill, Miriel. Are you hurt?

Miriel: A minor contusion. Benign.

Avatar: Everything you were carrying went flying. I see your herbs, some papers, a... What is this? A book? A journal?

Miriel: Unhand that, sir!

Avatar: Sorry! Sorry. I didn't realize it was so important.

Miriel: Important? Hmm... ......

Avatar: Miriel?

Miriel: I suppose it does bear some import, yes. It's a lodestar, of sorts. One that points the way to the truth.

Avatar: Wow. Who wrote it? A famous mage or something?

Miriel: Not famous at all, no. The author was my mother.

Avatar: Ah, that explains the rough binding. Er, no offense intended. Still, that's amazing. Was your mother a mage as well? Or perhaps a scientist?

Miriel: What is the impetus for your inquiry?

Avatar: Impetus for my... You mean, why do I ask? Er, I don't know. ...I'm curious? Wouldn't most people be?

Miriel: An autonomic reaction to conversational stimulus. I see... ......

Avatar: Um, did I say something strange?

Miriel: Curious, perhaps. Meriting closer study, certainly. Spontaneous reactive curiosity. Fascinating. But what is the underlying mechanism?

Avatar: ...I really think you're reading too much into this.

B Support

Avatar: Oh, blast! My item pouch is gone. I must have dropped it somewhere...

Miriel: Is this the object in question?

Avatar: Ah, yes! My thanks, Miriel. I keep it tied to my belt, but it's always falling off for some reason.

Miriel: Such actions are indicative of a pervasive downward force exerted on the object. My mother's book contained a passage espousing a similar theory...

Avatar: So, um, can I have my pouch back now?

Miriel: ...Ah, yes. Here is the passage in question: "On all objects there acts a force which pulls them ever groundward." "Though invisible and without apparent cause, it exists nonetheless." "I posit that is is by this principle we remain rooted to the ground." ...Most intriguing!

Avatar: ...Miriel? ...Hello?

Miriel: ...Yet birds fly unencumbered by this force. The sun and stars and clouds do not fall. What explains these exceptions?

Avatar: Miriel? ...Miiiriel? ...MIRIEL!

Miriel: Wah!

Avatar: S-sorry! ...Didn't mean to startle you.

Miriel: My respiratory functions ceased for a moment. This is very disruptive. Please do not scatter my thoughts further.

Avatar: Er, sorry...

Miriel: I require a period of quiet solitude to marshal my thoughts. Farewell.

Avatar: Wait! My...pouch...

A Support

Miriel: So, given these conditions, a body with a mass of X falls at a rate of Y...

Avatar: Um... What are you doing with my item pouch, Miriel?

Miriel: Experimenting in an attempt to establish a unified theory of falling. Whether thrown, catapulted, or dropped from great heights, it falls to the ground. The results have been consistent across hundreds of trials.

Avatar: H-hey! I had a lot of fragile things in the pouch! Potions and baubles and... *Sigh* ...You know what? Keep it.

Miriel: Thank you.

Avatar: Sometimes I wish you'd show have as much interest in people as you do in science.

Miriel: Well, I am interested in certain people. You, for example.

Avatar: Me? Why me?

Miriel: You have a virtuosic proficiency in strategy, despite your amnesia. It is truly fascinating. From this, we can extrapolate two possible hypotheses. One: talent is wholly independent from memory and experience. Two: memories and experience related to the use of one's talents cannot be lost.

Avatar: Miriel? Are you still talking to me?

Miriel: I am now, yes.

Avatar: Er, you're not going to tell me not to disrupt your thoughts again?

Miriel: I can if you wish it.

Avatar: N-no, thanks. I'm just happy to know I wasn't a bother, I guess.

Miriel: That would be difficult. You are the focus of intense interest on my part.

Avatar: O-kay. I just don't like to think that I'm bothering a friend. That's all.

Miriel: I was unaware that our interactions had acquired the label of friendship.

Avatar: Why not? I think it must have happened somewhere along the way, right? ...No?

Miriel: Fascinating...

S Support

Miriel: Might I have a moment, Avatar? The pouch you donated to my research the other day contained...this.

Avatar: Ah!

Miriel: Judging from the toroid shape and material properties, it is some manner of ring. Quite beautifully crafted, if naive in design. Is this your handiwork?

Avatar: Oh, no. I bought it in town a ways back. It was too pretty to pass up. I figured if I ever found someone to marry, I could...give it to them.

Miriel: Ah. My apologies, then, for not returning it to you sooner.

Avatar: Er... Actually, how about... How about you keep it?

Miriel: Are you certain? ...But you claimed it a ring you would give your future wife?

Avatar: Yeah, that's... That's kind of my point, actually.

Miriel: I see. The ring is for your wife, yet you give the ring to me. Ergo, I would be your wife.

Avatar: Well, that's one way to think of it, sure... But yes, that's the idea.

Miriel: How interesting. No concrete boundary demarcates the entrance to friendship... Yet the spousal relationship is strictly codified with explicit cues and rituals! ...Very well. From this moment on, the transitive property holds that I am yours.

Avatar: You do have a choice in the matter, you know?

Miriel: I'm well aware of this. Call it spontaneous reactive affection. Or an autonomic reply to emotional stimuli. Or perhaps it's an invisible, inexorable force that draws me to you. Whatever the causation, I suspect I've fallen for you. ...Ah! This calls for a new unified theory!

Avatar: Heh, well we've got the rest of our lives to figure it out. (...And the rest of my life to try and understand what the heck you're saying.)

Miriel: Yes! Let us begin the experimentation immediately.

Miriel (Confession): What rapture! To have an astute significant other with whom to scrutinize this world's illimitable mysteries.

Avatar (F)

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

C Support

Miriel: ...How discomposing.

Avatar: That looked like a pretty bad spill, Miriel. Are you hurt?

Miriel: A minor contusion. Benign.

Avatar: Everything you were carrying went flying. I see your herbs, some papers, a... What is this? A book? A journal?

Miriel: Unhand that, madam!

Avatar: Sorry! Sorry. I didn't realize it was so important.

Miriel: Important? Hmm... .....

Avatar: Miriel?

Miriel: I suppose it does bear some import, yes. It's a lodestar, of sorts. One that points the way to the truth.

Avatar: Wow. Who wrote it? A famous mage or something?

Miriel: Not famous at all, no. The author was my mother.

Avatar: Ah, that explains the rough binding. Er, no offense intended. Still, that's amazing. Was your mother a mage as well? Or perhaps a scientist?

Miriel: What is the impetus for your inquiry?

Avatar: Impetus for my... You mean, why do I ask? Er, I don't know. ...I'm curious? Wouldn't most people be?

Miriel: An autonomic reaction to conversational stimulus. I see... .....

Avatar: Um, did I say something strange?

Miriel: Curious, perhaps. Meriting closer study, certainly. Spontaneous reactive curiosity. Fascinating. But what is the underlying mechanism?

Avatar: ...I really think you're reading too much into this.

B Support

Avatar: Oh, blast! My item pouch is gone. I must have dropped it somewhere...

Miriel: Is this the object in question?

Avatar: Ah, yes! My thanks, Miriel. I keep it tied to my belt, but it's always falling off for some reason.

Miriel: Such actions are indicative of a persuasive downforce exerted on the object. My mother's book contained a passage espousing a similar theory...

Avatar: So, um, can I have my pouch back now?

Miriel: ...Ah, yes. Here is the passage in question: "On all objects there acts a force which pulls them ever groundward. Though invisible and without apparent cause, it exists nonetheless. I posit that it is by this principle we remain rooted to the ground." ... Most intriguing!

Avatar: ... Miriel? ...Hello?

Miriel: ... Yet birds fly unencumbered by this force. The sun and stars and clouds do not fall. What explains these exceptions?

Avatar: Miriel? ...Miiiriel? ...MIRIEL!

Miriel: Wah!

Avatar: S-sorry! ...Didn't mean to startle you.

Miriel: My respiratory function ceased for a moment. This is very disruptive. Please do not scatter my thoughts further.

Avatar: Er, sorry...

Miriel: I require a period of quiet solitude to marshal my thoughts. Farewell.

Avatar: Wait! My... pouch...

A Support

Miriel: So, given these conditions, a body with a mass of X falls at a rate of Y...

Avatar: Um... What are you doing with my item pouch, Miriel?

Miriel: Experimenting in an attempt to establish a unified theory of falling. Whether thrown, catapulted, or dropped from great heights, it falls to the ground. The results have been consistent across hundreds of trials.

Avatar: H-hey! I had a lot of fragile things in that pouch! Potions and baubles and... *Sigh* ...You know what? Keep it.

Miriel: Thank you.

Avatar: Sometimes I wish you'd show half as much interest in people as you do in science.

Miriel: Well, I am interested in certain people. You, for example.

Avatar: Me? Why me?

Miriel: You have a virtuosic proficiency in strategy, despite your amnesia. It is truly fascinating. From this, we can extrapolate two possible hypotheses. One: talent is wholly independent from memory and experience. Two: memories and experience related to the use of one's talents cannot be lost.

Avatar: Miriel? Are you still talking to me?

Miriel: I am now, yes.

Avatar: Er, you're not going to tell me not to disrupt your thoughts again?

Miriel: I can if you wish it.

Avatar: N-no thanks. I'm just happy to know I wasn't a bother, I guess.

Miriel: That would be difficult. You are the focus of intense interest on my part.

Avatar: O-kay. I just don't like to think that I'm bothering a friend. That's all.

Miriel: I was unaware that our interactions had acquired the label of friendship.

Avatar: Why not? I think it must have happened somewhere along the way, right? ...No?

Miriel: Fascinating...

Frederick

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

C Support

Soldier: Hiyuuurgh!
Frederick: HMPH!
Soldier: Gah! H-how did you block that?!
Frederick: You are not using your strength wisely. Too much wasted movement. Go and practice what I taught you.
Soldier: Sir! Thank you, sir!
Frederick: Ah...
Miriel: Frederick.
Frederick: Miriel. What brings you here?
Miriel: Fascinating... I was convinced that young lad had you dead to rights. But when his blow was about to land, you parried with the merest flick of your arm. Such a feat would seem to defy all natural laws. What is your secret? To what forbidden dark arts are you privy?
Frederick: If you saw my arm move, then your eye is sharper than most. When my master-at-arms first showed me the technique, I did not see as much.
Miriel: A woman of science is first and foremost an observer.
Frederick: Ah! And a keen eye is a fine weapon. But I don't think you came here to discuss swordplay.
Miriel: On that count, you are wrong. I want you to teach me that move.
Frederick: It is no easy trick to learn.
Miriel: I am a patient woman.
Frederick: Very well. Shall we begin?

B Support

Frederick: Hold the lance motionless, as a heron hunting a fish. The tip cannot waver.
Miriel: ...Yes.
Frederick: HYAAAR!
Miriel: Ah!
Frederick: Good. The lance did not move at all. You have a steady hand and strong nerve.
Miriel: You moved so fast I had no time to react. I would have thought that impossible. ...And look! You cleaved the lance in twain with naught but a blunt wooden staff. Yet my hands felt no impact. It's as if the lance split of its own accord.
Frederick: 'Tis the result of many factors: speed, muscle control, and the flow of power. These same skills allowed me to throw that young soldier earlier.
Miriel: How can you possibly compute all those factors in such a short time?
Frederick: A soldier does not...compute. A soldier acts on instinct and training.
Miriel: Instinct? But man is a rational animal, gifted with a keen mind.
Frederick: Minds are a hindrance in the brief moment between life and death. Yes, you use intelligence before a battle and during training... But in combat, you must let instinct rule. You must learn how to FEEL!
Miriel: This is a most remarkable ability.
Frederick: With hard work and training, anyone can do the same.
Miriel: Even I?
Frederick: Of course! A keen observer such as yourself will learn faster than most. I might even wager that you are better equipped than I for such things.
Miriel: That is most encouraging.
Frederick: I have some special exercises that may help you develop your instincts. Perhaps you would allow me to show you. ...That is, if you are free.
Miriel: I am always free for the pursuit of knowledge.

A Support

Miriel: Frederick, are you certain I need to continue this training?
Frederick: Does some aspect of it concern you?
Miriel: To be honest, I'm coming to doubt the efficacy of your methods. I've collected flowers, fished in the river, and been chased by bees. Shall we paint with our fingers next? Or perhaps bake pies crafted from loam?
Frederick: Of course not! Our next lesson involves spending the night around a campfire. Doing so will nurture your instincts by exposing you to different stimuli.
Miriel: I believe I've experienced quite enough stimuli already. Surely I'm in touch with my instinctive side by now?
Frederick: You don't want to do the campfire? But I was so looking forward to it... I even collected crowberries and honeycombs for roasting.
Miriel: I believe I'm ready for more advanced studies. I ken now how you performed that trick, and I'm more instinctive as well. My current problem, however, is one of detachment.
Frederick: I'm not entirely sure I understand, milady.
Miriel: I have been fighting alongside Chrom for some time now. And I consider my fellow Shepherds to be most stalwart comrades. But even after all our shared hardships, I don't feel true friendship. I want to experience this connection, Frederick. ...Specifically, with you. If what you say is true, feelings of friendship will make me stronger in battle.
Frederick: W-well, if you think it would help... Er, of course. I'd happily be your friend.
Miriel: Thank you, Frederick.

S Support

Frederick: Miriel? How go your observations on the nature of friendship?
Miriel: Well enough, I suppose. But there has been an unexpected obstacle.
Frederick: Do tell.
Miriel: My heightened feelings have created an emotion akin to avarice. Increasingly, I wish you to spend all your time with me and no other. Indeed, when I see you with certain people, I grow almost...enraged. Tell me: Is this a normal reaction when friendship blossoms between two people?
Frederick: I see... Miriel, do these feelings of "avarice" occur when I speak to a man?
Miriel: ...Interesting. They do not.
Frederick: But if I speak to a woman?
Miriel: I wish to pull out her hair in the manner of an angry cat.
Frederick: Oh. Well, I'm afraid this might be a symptom of something quite serious.
Miriel: And yet you are smiling. Why?
Frederick: Because, my good lady, I have just the medicine to cure what ails you.
Miriel: A ring? What manner of talisman is this? I pray I'm not meant to swallow it.
Frederick: No. You place it on your finger.
Miriel: This treatment is oddly similar to a marriage ritual I once read about.
Frederick: As always, your keen eyes miss nothing. ...I am proposing to you.
Miriel: Fascinating... I suppose I must assess my feelings before giving you an answer?
Frederick: Er, that is...customary, yes. But unless I'm mistaken, I think you have strong feelings for me. Friendship between men and women often turns to love. And when love blooms, so does its wicked twin, jealousy.
Miriel: ...Jealousy.
Frederick: I know this because I suffer from the same curse! Seeing you in conversation with other men is like a dagger in my heart.
Miriel: And this ring is the only cure?
Frederick: The only cure I'm willing to try.
Miriel: I see... I... I do believe I love you, Frederick...
Frederick: If you were to marry me, Miriel, I promise to give you joy every day of your life.
Miriel: Then marry you I shall!

Virion

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

C Support

Miriel: Virion.
Virion: Ah, my sweet... Er, Miriel, is it? How can I be of service?
Miriel: I wonder if I might ask you a favor.
Virion: For you, milady, I would gladly walk to the ends of the earth over hot coals and—
Miriel: I am studying prognostication, and need you to further explain the art.
Virion: You mean fortune-telling? Well, color me surprised! I assumed someone of your intellectual bent had little time for superstitions.
Miriel: Within the camp, your fortunes have a reputation for being especially accurate. Even if they are mere shibboleth, such oracles can inspire hope in a people. This is a legitimate, and possibly fruitful, area of study.
Virion: Hmm. Well, if you say so. But I must tell you this... There's a lot more to fortune-telling than staring at entrails or poking at tea leaves! Please, my dear, I urge you reconsider this request. The path is long and difficult, and I do not wish to subject you to such an ordeal.
Miriel: You claimed you would stride across hot coals for me. Was that a falsehood?
Virion: Not a falsehood, no! More of a...er...rhetorical flourish!
Miriel: So you are refusing my request? How fascinating. I thought my femininity sufficient to ensnare your cooperation. Well then. If you will not proffer aid, would you at least tell my fortune?
Virion: Now THAT, milady, is more easily done! To be honest, I'm more than a little flattered that you're interested.
Miriel: Excellent!
Virion: Now, let's see what tomorrow has in store for you...
Miriel: Must you hold my palm while you work? I would very much like to take notes.
Virion: Hmmm...hmm. Aaah... Yes, yes. I see...WATER! Buckets of it! You are...drenched... Be careful... Something valuable... Damaged by water...
Miriel: Water is vague. You must be more specific. Do you refer to a nearby lake or stream? Perhaps rain? Condensation? A fogbank? Though in gaseous form, fog is actually—
Virion: Milady, please! A fortune is not a textbook! I saw water! That is all. Where it came from, I cannot say.
Miriel: Such answers would be laughed out of any credible journal. But no matter. We shall see tomorrow if your augury bears fruit.
Virion: So we will, milady. So we will...

B Support

Miriel: Hello, Virion. I've prepared a full report on our earlier experiment.
Virion: ...Experiment? Are you talking about my fortune-telling? The one where I told you to beware of water?
Miriel: Yes. And contrary to my initial hypothesis, your prediction was most accurate. I was caught in a sudden cloudburst and became soaked to the skin.
Virion: You don't say? That's amazing! Fantastic! Ha ha!
Miriel: I beg your pardon?
Virion: Er, what I mean to say is... I trust you were all right?
Miriel: It was fortunate that I'd left my books back in my tent. The squall's fury would have reduced them to illegible wads of pulp.
Virion: Ah, if only I was there to protect you from the tempest with my cloak!
Miriel: You have further piqued my interest in this esoterica. Will you not teach me even the basics of your art? I cannot hope to study what I do not comprehend on a base level.
Virion: Ah, my sweet Miriel. On this alone must I refuse you!
Miriel: A shame. Peer review is an important tenant of any scientific endeavor.
Virion: Er, yes! So then! Anyway! ...If that's everything?
Miriel: I am finished here, yes. Now I must speak with Chrom about your gift for forewarning. The battlefield applications of such a talent are numerous. We could anticipate ambushes, find weak points, avoid tactical errors...
Virion: N-no! Miriel, I must draw the line!
Miriel: I do not understand.
Virion: Er, well... I can't really say, exactly.
Miriel: But with prescience, the outcome of any battle would no longer be subject to—
Virion: STOP! *Ahem* Very well, very well... ...Listen, how about this?
Miriel: Yes?
Virion: I'll teach you how to tell fortunes, but you must promise not to go to Chrom.
Miriel: ...I find your proposition acceptable.
Virion: And it will take time before we can start. I must prepare...lesson plans, and, uh, so on. So let me get ready, and we'll start the next time we meet. Agreed?
Miriel: Agreed.
Virion: Good heavens, that was close. But NOW what do I do?

A Support

Miriel: Ah, Virion. THERE you are.
Virion: Eeek! I must beat a retreat! Virion, AWAY!
Miriel: Not so fast!
Virion: M-milady! You're...gripping my arm...so very...hard! Owww...
Miriel: If I don't restrict you, you will simply run away again. Now then. Do you recall a promise to teach me fortune-telling?
Virion: Erm, let me see... You know, I'm not sure I do...
Miriel: I have not seen you since we forged our earlier understanding. You take meals in your tent and practice archery in the dead of night. I can only theorize from this behavior that you are attempting to avoid me.
Virion: No! Of course not! I've just been...busy. Busy, busy bee! Buzz buzz! I scoff at the mere SUGGESTION that I might try to avoid you, milady.
Miriel: Your answer is less than plausible. But regardless, here you are. You will teach me what I want to know, or I will go to Chrom. You've had ample time to prepare a standard lesson plan.
Virion: M-milady is nothing if not incredibly, frustratingly persistent... But are you sure about this? You may be...disappointed with what you discover.
Miriel: What do you mean?
Virion: Well, it's only that... You see... Fortune-telling has nothing to do with seeing the future. It's about seeing the emotions of the questioner, and manipulating them.
Miriel: Fascinating. Please, tell me more.
Virion: Let me think... How can I put it? It's like an exercise in persuasion. I simply tell the person something that is likely to happen, yes? And then I convince them it is an omen meant only for them!
Miriel: And you choose a vague, common event, such as any interaction with water. That way, when it occurs, the person will establish a link back to your augury. They are so preoccupied with seeing their experiences as special, they never notice. I see... So when you told my fortune, in a way you were merely appealing to my ego.
Virion: People will believe the moon is made of cheese if you just turn their heads right. Really, that's all there is to it. ...I hope you're not too disappointed?
Miriel: Not at all. On the contrary, in fact.
Virion: Oh?
Miriel: Though my scientific mind had doubt, a small part of me believed your claims. You clearly have great insight into the human psyche.
Virion: Er, well...
Miriel: This opens up a whole new field of very promising study. You must teach me everything you know. Verbal tricks, persuasive skills, all of it. I will record your findings and study them at length later.
Virion: A-all right. I'll do it. Just s-stop...gripping...my arm!

S Support

Miriel: Virion? Your last fortune did not come to pass as you said it would. Either your skills have become dulled, or you are losing the gift of persuasion.
Virion: Though it pains me to disagree with milady, I believe the fortune was accurate.
Miriel: I subjected your prediction to rigorous scientific analysis. No such event occurred.
Virion: Are you quite sure?
Miriel: You said, and I quote... "You will meet a charming rogue who is madly in love with you." The specificity of the prediction is what made it so unusual. Previously, your portents were of ordinary events dressed up in mysterious language.
Virion: Yes, true. But this particular prognostication is special.
Miriel: In what way?
Virion: As you say, my fortunes are spun with words intended to provoke emotion. Like a puppeteer, I pull on heartstrings and make them dance to my tune.
Miriel: A crude comparison, but do continue...
Virion: Sometimes the person resists, and words are not enough. Then deeds must accompany the words, to lend them weight and conviction.
Miriel: And to what manner of deed are you referring?
Virion: Well, take this, for example.
Miriel: That is a ring.
Virion: I bought it a little while ago with the intention of presenting it...to you. I hope you will accept it?
Miriel: ...I see. The fortune you spoke earlier was in reference to this very moment.
Virion: Yes. I confess it was all part of an elaborate stratagem. I wanted there to be no doubt in your mind of my intentions. For I love you, Miriel! I cannot abide one more day without you at my side!
Miriel: ...Fascinating.
Virion: Please, my lovely, answer me true... Will you marry me, sweet Miriel?
Miriel: Your argument for wedlock lacks even the most basic of persuasive elements. ...And yet, I find myself oddly enticed...
Virion: I cannot always tell with your manner of speaking... Are you saying yes?
Miriel: I have...feelings for you. True feelings. A most unexpected development...
Virion: You know what this means, don't you? My fortune was completely accurate! ...I don't think that's ever happened before.
Miriel: Your causational approach to this problem leaves open many troubling—
Virion: Er, yes! Right! Well, let's hurry off and find a minister then, shall we?
Miriel: Agreed.

Sully

Miriel	Support information:			Sully
	C: 3 pts.	B: 8 pts.	A: 15 pts.

C Support

Sully: Miriel! Just the girl I wanted to see.
Miriel: Greetings and salutations, Sully. Are you in need of assistance?
Sully: You're an egghead, right? You like researching and investigating things?
Miriel: Why, yes. Unlocking the mysteries and wonders of the natural world gives me—
Sully: Yeah, yeah, whatever. Look, I have a favor to ask.
Miriel: ...You wish me to develop a new weapon? Something of that ilk?
Sully: Naw, nothing like that. I want you to study ME!
Miriel: You? Well, that would be most unusual... I confess, I had never considered you as a possible field of research, but...
Sully: Yeah, well, maybe it's time you consider it. You might have noticed that I'm not like other women, right?
Miriel: If you are speaking of your martial prowess, then yes, it is a known quantity.
Sully: Er, yeah! Right! That! ...And some other stuff, too. Look, I just want you to figure out what's so different about me. I mean, I TRY to fit in, I really do, but something sets me apart.
Miriel: I see. You wish me to observe your social interactions and verbal communications. In this way, I might see behavioral signifiers that differentiate you from the group norm.
Sully: That is probably exactly what I'm saying! ...I think.
Miriel: I need time to prepare my queries and form a control group. Is this acceptable?
Sully: Er, sure. Whatever you just said. Whatever it takes.

B Support

Sully: Hey-ho, Miriel! How's the research project going?
Miriel: I have many such projects underway, but I assume you refer to your personality study. Since we talked, I have been observing you with fierce scientific rigor.
Sully: Wait, really? I didn't even notice.
Miriel: If the subject is aware of the observation, the results would be compromised. It was vital that I observe you in your natural habitat.
Sully: Oh yeah? ...So? Any conclusions?
Miriel: During the observation phase, two main points came to my attention.
Sully: ...Well what the hell are they already?!
Miriel: The first is your language. The second is your general bearing.
Sully: You mean the way I walk and talk and crap like that?
Miriel: Your clothing and armor are unexceptional and fit within Shepherd social norms. However, your use of language—especially vulgarity—is quite irregular. Also, you tend to carry yourself in a very aggressive manner.
Sully: O-kay.
Miriel: If you wish to fit in with others, I would recommend change in these two areas.
Sully: Aw, come on! That's horse plop!
Miriel: I assure you my conclusions were reached via scientifically proven methods.
Sully: I've had people tell me this before! "You have to do this!" "You gotta act like that!" It never works! I pretend for a week or so and then just give it up. Who says we all have to act the same, anyway? Who made all these damn rules?
Miriel: I believe they are based on social mores as opposed to a natural law.
Sully: Well, hell... I'm gonna have to think on this one for a bit. Thanks for doing the observation stuff. Hope I didn't waste your time.
Miriel: Not at all. It was quite fascinating.

A Support

Miriel: Ah, Sully. Might I have a moment?
Sully: What's up, Miriel?
Miriel: Have you considered enacting my suggestions from our recent conversation?
Sully: You mean about the way I speak and behave and all that? Yeah, I've thought about it plenty, but I still don't know what to do...
Miriel: I wonder then if you might care to participate in a small experiment?
Sully: It doesn't involve rats, does it? Can't stand those things...
Miriel: Nothing so crude, I promise. First, I am going to ignite this pile of dry twigs...
Sully: Oh-kay. And?
Miriel: Now then. Suppose you need to extinguish this fire. How would you do it? You are allowed to use anything you see around you.
Sully: Er, I guess I'd use that bucket of water.
Miriel: You would pour water on the fire?
Sully: Well, sure. Water on fire, fire goes out. Right?
Miriel: Very well. Please go ahead.
Sully: Ha! See you in hell, fire! WHOA! That made the fire twice as big! What the heck did you do?!
Miriel: The fluid in the bucket is a substance commonly known as "kindling water." It is a mysterious liquid that emerges from the ground near distant mountains.
Sully: Kindling water?
Miriel: Just now, you made the assumption that water always douses fire. However, you failed to consider that there may be different kinds of water. It may also interest you to know that people who live near kindling water find it useful.
Sully: ...I get it. It's different than regular water, but still useful to some folks. And people who are different may still have useful roles to play.
Miriel: Precisely. My research indicates that you should be happy just the way you are.
Sully: Heh. Thanks for the pep talk, Miriel. I feel better already. Although, I do still have one question...
Miriel: Yes?
Sully: How the hell are you planning on putting out this fire?!