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Nina/Supports
This page contains all data pertaining to Nina's supports in Fire Emblem Fates.
Corrin (M)
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C Support
Nina: Yes...these two are perfect for each other. Hee hee!
Corrin: Nina, is that you? Why is it so dark in here?
Nina: Corrin? Is that you? I was just, uh, looking for something I lost in here.
Corrin: Really? Then why not open the shades or light a candle? And were you speaking with someone?
Nina: You heard me? I mean...why were you spying on me?!
Corrin: What? No, I was also looking for something I lost in here!
Nina: Oh, OK. Well, how much did you overhear? Because, you know, it wasn't anything that weird. I was just playing puppets!
Corrin: Playing puppets?
Nina: Sure! Like I said, totally normal. See this gauntlet and this helmet? The gauntlet is a swarthy young gentleman named Horst. And the helmet doesn't have a name, but it's very open minded. So I was just imagining the sort of drama there would be if these two were lovers.
Corrin: I see.
Nina: Right? Of course, Horst really loves the helmet, but he isn't good at expressing it. Can't you just feel the chemistry between these two? Major sparks!
Corrin: Um, Nina?
Nina: Oh, you're still here?
Corrin: Um, yes.
Nina: Yeesh. Don't you know how to take a hint and quietly leave? Either way, forget everything I said. Promise me you will. Unless...you want to feature in my next daydream. Heehee.
(Nina leaves)
Corrin: I still don't understand what I just walked in on...
B Support
Nina: *sigh*
Corrin: Nina, what's wrong? You look upset.
Nina: Well, I am! And whose fault do you think that is?
Corrin: Well, based on your tone...I'm guessing mine. But why?
Nina: Don't play dumb. You must think I'm such a disgusting weirdo with a weirdo hobby.
Corrin: Weirdo hobby? Oh, you mean the gauntlet and helmet puppets.
Nina: Exactly. But what am I supposed to do? I'd rather manipulate real people, but... for SOME reason, that's frowned upon. You think this is funny, right? Go ahead— laugh away...
Corrin: Actually, Nina, I find it oddly charming. Your imagination is so vivid—giving these inanimate objects such interesting lives. Thanks to you, Horst the helmet and, uh, Ms. Gauntlet will be so happy.
Nina: First of all, Horst is the gauntlet. And who said anything about "Ms." anything?
Corrin: I-I'm sorry?
Nina: Well, are you or aren't you? Are you asking me?
Corrin: I am sorry that I misremembered Horst. But, like I said, I don't find your hobby strange. Well, I mean, it IS strange, but that's what makes it so interesting. I think our differences should be celebrated, not mocked.
Nina: So...you're not going to laugh at me?
Corrin: Of course not.
Nina: Well then...what would you think about playing this sort of game together?
Corrin: Oh, I'm not sure my imagination is up to the task.
Nina: Don't be silly! I'll give you lessons in pushing your imagination to the limits. Let's see... We should probably start simple. What can we use around here? Ah, look over there! A spoon and a vase. Begin by pretending they're in love.
Corrin: That's easy for you to say.
Nina: Well, you have to give them personalities. The vase seems like a fragile soul. And it's been in love with the spoon for a long, long time. Oh, when will the spoon wake up? Heehee!
Corrin: (I brought this upon myself...)
A Support
Nina: Corrin? What are you doing with that satchel?
Corrin: Hmm? Oh, I'm just trying to repair the buckle. And not having much luck.
Nina: That's a shame—the leather is gorgeous. Such a pretty object.
Corrin: I agree! I don't know if your puppeteering has influenced me, but... I've discovered a newfound appreciation for all kinds of material objects.
Nina: Aw, thanks for playing along with my silly hobby. Most people would just laugh. I'm glad you accept all my little quirks! Because I take them quite seriously.
Corrin: No need to thank me. It was just good fun.
Nina: There's more, though. My puppet fantasies do get a bit more complex. On the surface, it's your average gauntlet-helmet romance. But what if I told you that both of them were boys? Would you be scandalized?
Corrin: Hmm. Mr. Gauntlet and Mr. Helmet, eh? Well, I don't have a problem with that. It's still a love story, right?
Nina: Yes...a clandestine love story. Those are the kind that get my heart racing.
Corrin: Well...I guess that just goes to show how imaginative you really are.
Nina: Do you really mean that, Corrin? I was worried you'd want to stop daydreaming with me.
Corrin: No. I didn't quite understand the appeal at first... but I've come to truly enjoy our daydreaming sessions.
Nina: Oh, that makes me so happy! Maybe we can even take it to the next level...
Corrin: There's a next level?
Nina: Bwahaha! We're just scratching the surface, Corrin. Are you ready for some REAL fun?
Corrin: I...I think so?
S Support
Corrin: Nina. Do you have a moment?
Nina: Corrin? Of course! What's going on?
Corrin: There's something I want you to have.
Nina: Oh, a ring... It's pretty! But what's it for? Ooh, did you have a new role-playing scenario in mind for it?
Corrin: Er, yes, in a manner of speaking.
Nina: Yes! I can picture it. The ring is an earnest man who has lived his whole life in solitude. Nobody gets him. He's alone in the world. Each lonely morning leads to another lonely night...and breaks his heart ever so slowly. But then, one bright day, destiny takes him by the hand... and introduces him to...this wicker basket!
Corrin: That's...surprisingly accurate. But no, I had something slightly different in mind. I want to introduce the ring to your ring finger, Nina.
Nina: My ring finger? That doesn't really make sense.
Corrin: Nina...the young man you described... He's asking for your hand in marriage.
Nina: Are you serious? You want to marry ME?
Corrin: Yes. But perhaps I should offer a more formal proposal. Nina, would you do me the honor of giving me your hand in marriage?
Nina: Are you sure, Corrin? You know I'm not exactly...normal. I mean it. I'm giving you an out here. Just take a moment to rethink what you're doing. I won't be offended if you change your mind.
Corrin: It turns out that I love everything about you, Nina. So I won't take my propsal back. I'll reinforce it. Nina...marry me.
Nina: I will.
Corrin: I promise to look out for you for the rest of our lives.
Nina: I...I've never felt this way before. I couldn't have imagined that anyone would love me just the way I am. So...no more daydreaming for a while. Reality is so much sweeter.
(Confession Scene)
Nina: My wildest dreams are coming to life! Let's see what the future holds...
Corrin (F)
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C Support
Nina: Hee hee!
Corrin: Hello, Nina.
Nina: Corrin! When did you get here?
Corrin: Um, just now, of course. Is everything all right?
Nina: OK. You haven't been standing there watching me for a while? Whew.
Corrin: No, of course not. But now I'm curious... What have you been up to, Nina?
Nina: Oh, nothing interesting at all. Nothing even worth talking about. I suppose if I had to say SOMETHING, I would say I was...people watching.
Corrin: People watching?
Nina: Yeah! Like, see that guy over there? The one dripping with sweat from practice?
Corrin: Yeah, looks like he had quite a workout.
Nina: And then over there, there's a guy tending to some horses. What if those two guys met up...like, for a cup of tea? Wouldn't that be splendid? What would they talk about? Would they become fast friends? Or something more...
Corrin: Something more? I'm not sure I understand.
Nina: Oh, well, never mind that, then! Just imagine a good, old-fashioned friendship. But then one day they find themselves in the middle of an intense staring contest... Hee hee!
Corrin: Huh?
Nina: Oh, you're still here. Was I talking out loud? Well, just pretend I didn't say anything.
(Nina leaves)
Corrin: How odd.
B Support
Nina: No, no, no! Wait...YES! Yes, yes! Oh, this friendship is coming along nicely...very nicely indeed!
Corrin: Nina? What are you doing?
Nina: Corrin? Gah!
Corrin: Sorry. Did I startle you? I've been waving and calling your name for about five minutes. It almost seemed like you were in a trance.
Nina: Really? Sorry about that. I get lost in my own little world sometimes.
Corrin: No kidding. Anyway, many of the others are planning a feast. I came to see if you were interested in partaking. But it looks as though you're a bit preoccupied.
Nina: Oh...not really. I was just, you know, doing a little people watching.
Corrin: Well, you appeared to be concentrating rather intently on your observations.
Nina: That's just how I am. I never do anything halfhearted. I wear my heart on my sleeve.
Corrin: I'm actually a bit jealous. I wish I was as passionate about, well, anything.
Nina: Well, why don't you join me? C'mon—it'll be fun.
Corrin: You wouldn't mind? I'd like that, Nina. Since we've been teaming up in battle, it seems we ought to get to know each other.
Nina: All right! But just to warn you, my hobby can be pretty addictive. So, remember those two from the other day?
Corrin: The two gentlemen you were observing? Yes, I see them just down the hill.
Nina: Right. Notice anything different?
Corrin: Well, they appear to be having a friendly conversation. I didn't realize they knew each other.
Nina: Oh ho! They didn't! Not until I executed a plot to introduce them to each other. Hee hee!
Corrin: Um...
Nina: Can you imagine how powerful that feels? Manipulating people like that? Anyway, now that you're here, we can dream even bigger. Help me brainstorm. How can we advance their friendship to a whole new level?
Corrin: Uh, Nina? You've gone beyond mere people watching here. I'm not sure I can be a part of this after all.
Nina: Hee hee! Oh, Nina, you devil. What a fancy plot you've hatched this time...
Corrin: I don't think she even knows I'm here anymore.
A Support
Nina: *sigh* Why isn't this working?
Corrin: Hello, Nina. What's the matter? You look a bit distressed.
Nina: Have a look for yourself, Corrin.
Corrin: At those men you've been spying on? What's the matter? They appear friendly.
Nina: Yes, that's just it. They're JUST friends. I think they should be something more.
Corrin: Well...don't you think it's up to them to decide that sort of thing for themselves?
Nina: Grr! Probably. But I went to so much trouble to introduce them. And look at how they repay me.
Corrin: Nina! I think you're taking this whole people-watching thing too far.
Nina: Argh! Forget I said anything!
Corrin: Not the kind of thing one easily forgets, is it?
Nina: I know. I have a bit of a problem. It's just that... I'm obsessed with clandestine love and impossible desires. I can't get enough of that kind of love story.
Corrin: I see.
Nina: I'm sorry for hiding that from you. I know I'm a bit strange.
Corrin: Please don't be so hard on yourself, Nina. I don't think you're strange. As long as it doesn't interfere in others' lives, I support your people watching.
Nina: Do you really mean that, Corrin?
Corrin: I do. And I must admit—it is a bit thrilling to spend time with you watching others.
Nina: Aww! It makes me so happy to hear you say that. Most people just don't understand. So, now that you're on board, who should our next target be?
Corrin: Uh, next target?
Nina: Yeah! These two are a lost cause. It's time to dream up a new scenario. Now, I saw a guy at market the other day with an interesting beard. Maybe we could introduce him to the butcher. He's completely bald! Yes... What an interesting matchup that would be! Hee hee!
Corrin: Oh dear. What have I done?
Corrin (F) (as parent and child)
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C support
Nina: Mmm...that was really something.
Nina: The way those men were chatting like old friends...
Nina: What could they have been talking about? The mind wanders...
Corrin: Ah, Nina. I'm glad you're home.
Nina: Gah! Mother?! What are you doing here? I thought you were training!
Nina: You didn't hear me talking about...stuff...Did you?
Corrin: What sort of "stuff" do you mean...?
Nina: Nothing! Don't worry about it!
Nina: Whew...
Corrin: Well, regardless, you should know that I cleaned up a bit in your room.
Nina: Mother! That's my private space.
Corrin: That's as may be, but it was getting hard to ignore, Nina...
Corrin: If you can't find the books that were under the bed, try the top shelf on the bookcase.
Nina: Oh my gods, oh my gods, oh my gods...
Nina: PLEASE tell me you didn't open any of those books...
Corrin: Er...what?
Nina: My diaries and journals, Mother! Did you read them or didn't you?
Corrin: Oh, don't worry. I didn't go snooping through your things.
Corrin: ...And even if I did, you are still my precious, darling daughter.
Nina: What's that supposed to mean? It sounds like you DID read them!
Nina: Well? Did you or didn't you?
Nina: ARRRRGH!
B Support
Nina: *sigh* Why does it have to be so difficult…
Corrin: Is something troubling you, Nina?
Nina: Oh...hi, Mother. I...I dunno.
Corrin: Don't be shy. If it's anything I can help with, I'd like to know.
Nina: Well, I suppose things can't get any worse... I...I have a hard time talking to guys. But I think about them all the time! I feel like such a freak. Like they know that I'm thinking about them... And I just clam up and turn red. It's so awful!
Corrin: That sounds unfortunate. But I suppose you must learn to deal with it on your own.
Nina: Ugh, you don't understand! When I finally manage to stammer a few words out... I start acting super mean and creepy for no reason! I need to change. But I don't know how...
Corrin: If you recognize that you're being mean and hurtful, that's an excellent starting point. All it truly takes is a compassionate heart and the will to change. Someday, you'll find your way to the person you want to be.
Nina: You really think so?
Corrin: Change doesn't come overnight. But it will happen someday, I assure you.
Nina: Thanks, Mother. I actually feel a little bit better.
Corrin: I wouldn't have thought you had difficulties talking to people, though. It's not the impression I had of you from your journals...
Nina: Wait, so you DID read them? AGHHH! I'm going to DIEEEEEE!
A Support
Nina: Hey, Mother. Guess what? I talked to a guy today, and it wasn't weird at all!
Corrin: Oh? Tell me all about it.
Nina: Well, it was pretty basic as far as talking goes. I just gave him directions. But I didn't say anything weird or run away randomly!
Corrin: My goodness. It sounds as though you're making great strides.
Nina: Right? I've been giggling about it all afternoon.
Corrin: Keep making progress like that, and you'll have plenty of conversation partners. Perhaps then you can put your old hobbies behind you...
Nina: I thought we agreed to never speak of...my hobbies...ever again!
Corrin: I'm sorry, I shouldn't have spoken so negatively of them. I thought you showed a real gift for subterfuge in your writings.
Nina: How many of my diaries did you read, Mother? Jeez!
Corrin: Enough to compile into a training manual for the troops. I credited you for your many valuable insights on stealth operations, of course.
Nina: WHAT?! Why would you do that? WHY?
Corrin: Because I'm so proud of you, and I want everybody to know it.
Nina: Great. Now everyone knows what a huge freak I am. Thanks, Mother.
Corrin: It's not freakish so much as...special. Unique, let's say. Definitely one of a kind, which is why I love you so much, my dear Nina.
Felicia
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C Support
Nina: Mmm...that was really something. The way those men were chatting like old friends... What could they have been talking about? The mind wanders…
Felicia: Welcome back, Nina.
Nina: Gah! Mother?! What are you doing here? I thought you were training! You didn't hear me talking about...stuff... Did you?
Felicia: Huh? N-no, I wasn't listening. I'm sorry, did you want to talk about something?
Nina: Nope! Don't worry about it! Whew...
Felicia: Oh, but I was doing some general straightening up today. I took the chance to straighten up in your room a little bit. I think you'll find it's much nicer to walk around in now!
Nina: Mother! That's my private space.
Felicia: I found a few books tucked under your pillow when I was making your bed. I left them on top of your desk in case you're looking for them.
Nina: Oh my gods, oh my gods, oh my gods... PLEASE tell me you didn't open any of those books...
Felicia: Is something wrong, Nina?
Nina: My diaries and journals, Mother! Did you read them or didn't you?
Felicia: I'm a professional, sweetie. I would never intrude on someone's private things. ...And if I did happen to peruse a page or two, my lips would be sealed. Your secrets are always safe with me.
Nina: What's that supposed to mean? It sounds like you DID read them! Well? Did you or didn't you? ARRRRGH!
B Support
Nina: *sigh* Why does it have to be so difficult…
Felicia: Is something the matter? Is it anything I might help you with?
Nina: Oh...hi, Mother. I...I dunno.
Felicia: I'm always available to talk, if that's something you would want.
Nina: Well, I suppose things can't get any worse... I...I have a hard time talking to guys. But I think about them all the time! I feel like such a freak. Like they know that I'm thinking about them... And I just clam up and turn red. It's so awful!
Felicia: Awww...that actually sounds sweet. Don't worry about being shy, Nina. Confidence only comes with practice. Talking to new people will get easier with time, I promise.
Nina: Ugh, you don't understand! When I finally manage to stammer a few words out... I start acting super mean and creepy for no reason! I need to change. But I don't know how...
Felicia: Oh, I see now. It's good that you understand the problem, though. Just make more of an effort to consider how the people you talk to might feel... Little by little, you'll develop into a gracious host to one and all.
Nina: You really think so?
Felicia: Yes! It might be scary at first, and you'll probably make a lot of mistakes. But once you push through that, you'll be fearless no matter who you're talking to. Take it from somebody who had to practice the same thing for herself... Heehee.
Nina: Thanks, Mother. I actually feel a little bit better.
Felicia: Good! I'm glad I could help, dear. Now, about those journals of yours... <br?
Nina: Wait, so you DID read them? AGHHH! I'm going to DIEEEEEE!
A Support
Nina: Hey, Mother. Guess what? I talked to a guy today, and it wasn't weird at all!
Felicia: Nina, that's wonderful!
Nina: I mean, it was pretty basic as far as talking goes. I just gave him directions. But I didn't say anything weird or run away randomly!
Felicia: I couldn't be prouder. Way to go!
Nina: Right? I've been giggling about it all afternoon.
Felicia: It's an amazing first step. Keep at it, and you'll be having whole conversations! Just so long as you don't try to bring up your, um, hobbies.
Nina: I thought we agreed to never speak of...my hobbies...ever again!
Felicia: I think that would be a shame, though. Your stealth techniques make for such interesting discussion material.
Nina: How many of my diaries did you read, Mother? Jeez!
Felicia: Just enough... Enough to see that Corrin should have them, for the sake of the war.
Nina: WHAT?! Why would you do that? WHY?
Felicia: But don't you see, dear? Your journals will save lives! Corrin already mentioned plans to use them to train our scouts.
Nina: Great. Now everyone knows what a huge freak I am. Thanks, Mother.
Felicia: I'm sorry, dear. But don't worry so much about what they think of you. I'll always love you just the same!
Azura
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C Support
Nina: Mmm...that was really something. The way those men were chatting like old friends... What could they have been talking about? The mind wanders…
Azura: Ah, hello, Nina. I wasn't expecting you back so soon.
Nina: Gah! Mother?! What are you doing here? I thought you were training! You didn't hear me talking about...stuff... Did you?
Azura: "Stuff"? Whatever do you mean?
Nina: Nothing! Don't worry about it! Whew...
Azura: Speaking of stuff...I meant to tell you that I straightened your room today. No thanks necessary, dear. You're welcome.
Nina: Mother! That's my private space.
Azura: You'll find the books that were under your bed stacked on top of your desk. I wasn't sure where you'd want them, so I left them there for you.
Nina: Oh my gods, oh my gods, oh my gods... PLEASE tell me you didn't open any of those books...
Azura: Nina, it's a bad habit to mumble. Speak up, dear!
Nina: My diaries and journals, Mother! Did you read them or didn't you?
Azura: I know better than to look into a girl's private things. What you write in your journal is for you, not your mother. I respect that. Although, really... To know your mother read them would be worse than whether she did or not, hmm?
Nina: What's that supposed to mean? It sounds like you DID read them! Well? Did you or didn't you? ARRRRGH!
B Support
Nina: *sigh* Why does it have to be so difficult…
Azura: What do you mean, dear?
Nina: Oh...hi, Mother. I...I dunno.
Azura: Nina...if you're having a problem, you can always discuss it with me. I'm your mother.
Nina: Well, I suppose things can't get any worse... I...I have a hard time talking to guys. But I think about them all the time! I feel like such a freak. Like they know that I'm thinking about them... And I just clam up and turn red. It's so awful!
Azura: I think what you're going through is more common than you realize. Many girls your age have a difficult time speaking to boys.
Nina: Ugh, you don't understand! When I finally manage to stammer a few words out... I start acting super mean and creepy for no reason! I need to change. But I don't know how...
Azura: Recognizing what you're doing wrong is a good start. It's not everything, but as long as you're sincere in your desire to change... A little bit of consideration will go a long way toward your dealings with others.
Nina: You really think so?
Azura: It won't happen overnight. But your goal is an achievable one, I think.
Nina: Thanks, Mother. I actually feel a little bit better.
Azura: Admittedly, I'm a bit shocked to know you're shy around boys. I wouldn't have guessed it by what I found in your journals...
Nina: Wait, so you DID read them? AGHHH! I'm going to DIEEEEEE!
A Support
Nina: Hey, Mother. Guess what? I talked to a guy today, and it wasn't weird at all!
Azura: That's wonderful, dear! What was the secret?
Nina: Well, it was pretty basic as far as talking goes. I just gave him directions. But I didn't say anything weird or run away randomly!
Azura: Even a little bit of progress is good news.
Nina: Right? I've been giggling about it all afternoon.
Azura: I'm very proud of you, Nina. This could be the start of big things for you. Maybe you'll even outgrow your old hobbies...
Nina: I thought we agreed to never speak of...my hobbies...ever again!
Azura: Pardon me, dear. They've just been on my mind lately... You certainly had a wide range of stratagems for eavesdropping on boys.
Nina: How many of my diaries did you read, Mother? Jeez!
Azura: Not all of them! Just enough to glean that Corrin would be interested in perusing them.
Nina: WHAT?! Why would you do that? WHY?
Azura: Why, you're a prodigy of spycraft, dear! And your diaries proved it. If we train all our soldiers in the techniques you developed... Think of the intelligence we could gain!
Nina: Great. Now everyone knows what a huge freak I am. Thanks, Mother.
Azura: You're not a freak, dear. You're my special little girl, and I love you. Come give your mother a great big hug!
Mozu
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C Support
Nina: Mmm...that was really something. The way those men were chatting like old friends... What could they have been talking about? The mind wanders…
Mozu: Welcome home, Nina!
Nina: Gah! Mother?! What are you doing here? I thought you were training! You didn't hear me talking about...stuff... Did you?
Mozu: Huh? Like what kind of stuff?
Nina: Nothing! Don't worry about it! Whew...
Mozu: Well, I got good news for you. Your room's a lot cleaner, thanks to me!
Nina: Mother! That's my private space.
Mozu: You sure had a bunch of books tucked away under your bed. I left them on your desk so you could figure out what to do with them.
Nina: Oh my gods, oh my gods, oh my gods... PLEASE tell me you didn't open any of those books...
Mozu: Nina, girl, you have to speak up. I've told you a hundred times...
Nina: My diaries and journals, Mother! Did you read them or didn't you?
Mozu: Oh! Nope, sure didn't. And so what if I did? You'd be my sweet little girl one way or the other.
Nina: What's that supposed to mean? It sounds like you DID read them! Well? Did you or didn't you? ARRRRGH!
B Support
Nina: *sigh* Why does it have to be so difficult…
Mozu: Land sakes, that's one heck of a sigh you've got there, Nina.
Nina: Oh...hi, Mother. I...I dunno.
Mozu: If something's got you down, sweetie, I'm right here for you.
Nina: Well, I suppose things can't get any worse... I...I have a hard time talking to guys. But I think about them all the time! I feel like such a freak. Like they know that I'm thinking about them... And I just clam up and turn red. It's so awful!
Mozu: Aw, is that all? It's OK to be shy. If you want to try to get past it, that's up to you, but it's nothing to be ashamed of.
Nina: Ugh, you don't understand! When I finally manage to stammer a few words out... I start acting super mean and creepy for no reason! I need to change. But I don't know how...
Mozu: Knowing that you're making folks feel bad is a good place to start. You mean well, sweetie, so you just gotta put that into action. You'll figure out the best way for yourself, so long as you don't forget that.
Nina: You really think so?
Mozu: I surely do. You'll need to be patient, but I think you'll get past it someday.
Nina: Thanks, Mother. I actually feel a little bit better.
Mozu: Happy to help, sweetie! I gotta say, I was worried your problem was about the stuff you wrote in your diary...
Nina: Wait, so you DID read them? AGHHH! I'm going to DIEEEEEE!
A Support
Nina: Hey, Mother. Guess what? I talked to a guy today, and it wasn't weird at all!
Mozu: Well, look at you! What'd you two talk about?
Nina: Well, it was pretty basic as far as talking goes. I just gave him directions. But I didn't say anything weird or run away randomly!
Mozu: That's a big step, sweetie! Way to go.
Nina: Right? I've been giggling about it all afternoon.
Mozu: I'm so happy for you, Nina. Pretty soon, you won't even need those crazy old hobbies of yours!
Nina: I thought we agreed to never speak of...my hobbies...ever again!
Mozu: Oh! Whoops, I didn't realize you were still so sensitive about them. They weren't all bad, sweetie!
Nina: How many of my diaries did you read, Mother? Jeez!
Mozu: Not that many. I didn't really understand all that stuff about sneaking around. But I thought Corrin might, and sure enough, <he/she> said they'd be a big help!
Nina: WHAT?! You showed Corrin? WHY?
Mozu: I was trying to get to know my daughter better, that's all. And hey, it paid off for everyone! Corrin says what you wrote gave them a bunch of ideas for army stuff.
Nina: Great. Now everyone knows what a huge freak I am. Thanks, Mother.
Mozu: Aw, sweetie, I'm sorry if I messed up. Does it help to know I love you anyway? And I always will?
Nina: ...Maybe a little. Thanks, Mother.
Elise
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C Support
Nina: Mmm...that was really something. The way those men were chatting like old friends... What could they have been talking about? The mind wanders…
Elise: Hi there, Nina!
Nina: Gah! Mother?! What are you doing here? I thought you were training! You didn't hear me talking about...stuff... Did you?
Elise: Hmm? Like what?
Nina: Nope! Don't worry about it! Whew...
Elise: Oh, good news, though! I was cleaning up a bit, and I just finished with your room!
Nina: Mother! That's my private space.
Elise: You had a bunch of books under your bed, but I put them on your desk for you.
Nina: Oh my gods, oh my gods, oh my gods... PLEASE tell me you didn't open any of those books...
Elise: Don't be silly! I almost never open a book if I can help it.
Nina: My diaries and journals, Mother! Did you read them or didn't you?
Elise: Oh, those! Nope, I didn't peek. I mean, maybe a little bit, to get an idea of which stack to put them in. But definitely nothing past the first few pages! Or so.
Nina: What's that supposed to mean? It sounds like you DID read them! Well? Did you or didn't you? ARRRRGH!
B Support
Nina: *sigh* Why does it have to be so difficult…
Elise: Gosh, that sigh... You must be dealing with something heavy, Nina.
Nina: Oh...hi, Mother. I...I dunno.
Elise: Tell me! Tell me! I wanna see if I can help you stop moping around!
Nina: Well, I suppose things can't get any worse... I...I have a hard time talking to guys. But I think about them all the time! I feel like such a freak. Like they know that I'm thinking about them... And I just clam up and turn red. It's so awful!
Elise: Awww. Don't worry, you're not the only one who gets tongue-tied!
Nina: Ugh, you don't understand! When I finally manage to stammer a few words out... I start acting super mean and creepy for no reason! I need to change. But I don't know how...
Elise: If you didn't know you were doing it, it would be hard. But you do, so it should be easy! Before you talk to anyone, take a second to think about how you want to act. Before too long, it'll be second nature!
Nina: You really think so?
Elise: Yep! It'll take practice, but I'm positive you'll get it eventually!
Nina: Thanks, Mother. I actually feel a little bit better.
Elise: Glad to help, honey! It did seem like you could use some, going by those journals...
Nina: Wait, so you DID read them? AGHHH! I'm going to DIEEEEEE!
A Support
Nina: Hey, Mother. Guess what? I talked to a guy today, and it wasn't weird at all!
Elise: That's great! Good for you. Tell me all about it!
Nina: Well, it was pretty basic as far as talking goes. I just gave him directions. But I didn't say anything weird or run away randomly!
Elise: It's a good start!
Nina: Right? I've been giggling about it all afternoon.
Elise: Keep that up, and you'll be a real chatterbox! Then you can graduate to hosting parties on your own! That'll be more fun than your other hobbies, right?
Nina: I thought we agreed to never speak of...my hobbies...ever again!
Elise: Sorry! I didn't mean to poke a sore spot. You shouldn't be ashamed, though! Those were some super-neat stalking strategies you came up with!
Nina: How many of my diaries did you read, Mother? Jeez!
Elise: A bunch! Corrin and I like to trade off and read the best parts to each other.
Nina: WHAT?! Why would you do that? WHY?
Elise: We're fascinated by what a good spy you are! Corrin has some ideas about using your journals as training manuals. We'll have the best spy division in the whole world!
Nina: Great. Now everyone will know what a huge freak I am. Thanks, Mother.
Elise: Awww, Nina. I'll love you no matter how weird your hobbies are! Now come gimme a hug!
Effie
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C Support
Nina: Mmm...that was really something. The way those men were chatting like old friends... What could they have been talking about? The mind wanders…
Effie: Hello, Nina! Back already?
Nina: Gah! Mother?! What are you doing here? I thought you were training! You didn't hear me talking about...stuff... Did you?
Effie: No, I don't think so. What kind of stuff?
Nina: Nothing! Don't worry about it! Whew...
Effie: Anyway...before I forget, I wanted to tell you that I straightened up your room. You should really keep it more tidy.
Nina: Mother! That's my private space.
Effie: Well, private or not, it was awfully dusty. And dust is terrible for your cardiovascular endurance, dear. I cleaned out all kinds of dusty old books and journals from under your bed.
Nina: Oh my gods, oh my gods, oh my gods... PLEASE tell me you didn't open any of those books...
Effie: What in the world are you mumbling about, Nina?
Nina: My diaries and journals, Mother! Did you read them or didn't you?
Effie: Oh, please. I have far too much to do to sit around and read your diary. But even if I did, and I discovered some kind of incredibly awkward secret... I wouldn't ever think any less of you. You know that, right?
Nina: What's that supposed to mean? It sounds like you DID read them! Well? Did you or didn't you? ARRRRGH!
B Support
Nina: *sigh* Why does it have to be so difficult…
Effie: Why does what have to be so difficult?
Nina: Oh...hi, Mother. I...I dunno.
Effie: Something on your mind? You can tell me anything, you know.
Nina: Well, I suppose things can't get any worse... I...I have a hard time talking to guys. But I think about them all the time! I feel like such a freak. Like they know that I'm thinking about them... And I just clam up and turn red. It's so awful!
Effie: Nina, I hate to be dismissive, but... Just about everyone feels that way sometimes. It's normal!
Nina: Ugh, you don't understand! When I finally manage to stammer a few words out... I start acting super mean and creepy for no reason! I need to change. But I don't know how...
Effie: Well, recognizing that you have something to work on is a good first step. Don't you see that? All you have to do is practice. Go up to strangers and start talking. Remind yourself that you have a good heart, and that you want to be nice. Practice makes perfect!
Nina: You really think so?
Effie: Well, it will take time. Do you think I could bench-press a tree the first time I tried? Of course not! It took me three tries. So I know if you keep working on this, you'll get better at it.
Nina: Thanks, Mother. I actually feel a little bit better.
Effie: Well, that's good! I have to admit, I was a little concerned by some of those journals of yours...
Nina: Wait, so you DID read them? AGHHH! I'm going to DIEEEEEE!
A Support
Nina: Hey, Mother. Guess what? I talked to a guy today, and it wasn't weird at all!
Effie: That's great, honey! Tell me about it.
Nina: Well, it was pretty basic as far as talking goes. I just gave him directions. But I didn't say anything weird or run away randomly!
Effie: Well, that's wonderful. Good job!
Nina: Right? I've been giggling about it all afternoon.
Effie: Keep working on it, and you'll be a regular social butterfly before long. Who knows? Maybe you'll even pick up a new hobby, too.
Nina: I thought we agreed to never speak of...my hobbies...ever again!
Effie: I'm sorry... I didn't mean to discourage you. After all, you are our best spy... I just had no idea you taught yourself all those techniques to stalk boys.
Nina: How many of my diaries did you read, Mother? Jeez!
Effie: Oh, just one or two, I suppose. And I did share a few of them with Corrin, of course.
Nina: WHAT?! Why would you do that? WHY?
Effie: Because your notes on stealth and spying were too valuable to keep secret! We could all learn a thing or two from you. If we had a few dozen more soldiers with your skills, this war would be over by now.
Nina: Great. Now everyone knows what a huge freak I am. Thanks, Mother.
Effie: Well, you're MY freak, and I love you just the way you are. Come here, give Mommy a hug!
Nina: Air hug, Mother. Remember? Last time you broke my ribs.
Effie: Oh, right. Air hug!
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C support
Niles: Nina, a word, please.
Nina: What do YOU want?
Niles: You're not to steal any longer. Not even for a good cause.
Nina: Ugh, this again? I'll do as I please.
Niles: Decent folk don't steal. Under no circumstances will I allow you to do it.
Nina: But YOU used to do it all the time! What's with the double standard?
Niles: I came from... circumstances. I had to steal to survive.
Nina: I'm only doing what's right. It's ridiculous for you to complain about that.
Niles: *sigh* ...You used to be such a reasonable, obedient child. At least you're still cute.
Nina: Blech! You're such a creep! This is why no one likes you much, Father.
Niles: Nina...
Nina: Hmph. Congratulations, you've mastered the art of crocodile tears. But making puppy dog eyes at me won't change anything. It's my life, so stop butting in!
Niles: *sigh*
B Support
Nina: Mmm...just look at those boys. Three of them, all together. Oh! That one put his hand on the other's shoulder! My heart...!
Niles: What the hell's got you so worked up?
Nina: GYAAAH! F-Father?!
Niles: Are you letting your imagination run away with you again? Tsk, tsk.
Nina: N-none of your business! And I thought I made myself clear that I don't want you butting in on my life! I don't like you. I never have. So don't start chatting with me like we're old friends!
Niles: Ah, but you forget one thing.
Nina: Oh?!
Niles: I love you, my precious daughter.
Nina: Ew, gross! Cut that out!
Niles: It's too late, Nina. The gross part of me is in you, too. So relax.
Nina: Y-you're the WORST! Why do you keep pestering me all the time?!
Niles: It's very strange to me that you seem to hate me so much. I don't get it.
Nina: You can't be serious. You left me alone, never once coming to visit, for ages and ages. And now you have the gall to try and tell me what I can and can't do!
Niles: OK, when you put it that way...
Nina: Now that it's convenient for you, you care about my life. But what about before? What about all that time... I was so lonely...!
Niles: Nina...
A Support
Niles: Nina. I understand that you hate me, but I want you to listen to me, if only this once.
Nina: You look...actually serious for once.
Niles: It's been known to happen sometimes. I have to tell you something, father to daughter.
Nina: ...Go ahead. I'm listening.
Niles: It was wrong of me to leave you alone the way I did. Even if my motives, to keep you safe from the war, were good... The emotional damage I did wasn't worth it.
Nina: Th-that's what I've been saying...
Niles: So I apologize. I'm sorry I never came to visit much.
Nina: ...
Niles: What I won't apologize for is being an active presence in your life now.
Nina: Oh, here it comes!
Niles: I was born and raised in the worst slums Nohr had to offer. I can't remember a time when my parents were ever there for me.
Nina: Oh...um...
Niles: Since I was too young to support myself, I fell in with a band of criminals. They were grudgingly willing to look after me. We did what we had to in order to survive. Sometimes we stole, and sometimes we did repulsive things you never need to know of.
Nina: ...
Niles: You say you only steal for the greater good—that you're doing the right thing. But whatever your reasons, I don't want you doing the things I had to. Rather than the dark road I was set down... I want your path to be clear and bright. That's all any parent wants for their child.
Nina: ...
Niles: I've said my piece. You can take it or leave it now. Whatever you want to do from now on, I won't stop you. You're an adult.
(Niles leaves)
Nina: W-wait.
Niles: Yeah?
Nina: You can't just dump all that on me and then leave once you're done. You really are the worst. Besides, I already knew I should make my own decisions without YOU telling me! Still, though... I'll try not to do anything that would upset you. I don't really hate you. I don't really want you to suffer.
Niles: ... That's something, at least. Thank you.
Nina: Thank you, too, for telling me how you really feel. And for finally apologizing. The truth is... Father, I... I lo—
Niles: It's fine. You don't need to say it.
Nina: Are you sure?
Niles: Sometimes, like now, you have to be clear so others understand you. But other times, it's OK to let the implications stand. I know what you want to say. I'm your father, aren't I?
Nina: You're right. Even if I don't say it in so many words... What I mean already came across.
Niles: As clearly as if you'd shouted it from the rooftops.
Nyx
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C Support
Nina: Mmm...that was really something. The way those men were chatting like old friends... What could they have been talking about? The mind wanders…
Nyx: Ah, Nina. You're home.
Nina: Gah! Mother?! What are you doing here? I thought you were training! You didn't hear me talking about...stuff... Did you?
Nyx: I did not. It's rude to eavesdrop. Why? Is there something I should know?
Nina: Nope! Don't worry about it! Whew...
Nyx: Now, Nina, you'll see for yourself soon enough, but I tidied your room today. You must keep your things in better shape than this.
Nina: Mother! That's my private space.
Nyx: The books that were strewn about your room are a prime example of what I mean. Everything has its place, Nina, and that place is not on your floor.
Nina: Oh my gods, oh my gods, oh my gods... PLEASE tell me you didn't open any of those books...
Nyx: Hmhm...your concern is touching, but I've opened far worse books in my time.
Nina: My diaries and journals, Mother! Did you read them or didn't you?
Nyx: Such mundane matters don't interest me greatly. The picture of the curse on you that they paint, though...that may be different...
Nina: What's that supposed to mean? It sounds like you DID read them! Well? Did you or didn't you? ARRRRGH!
B Support
Nina: *sigh* Why does it have to be so difficult…
Nyx: You shouldn't sigh so much. It can attract unwelcome spirits.
Nina: Oh...hi, Mother. Yeah, sorry. I dunno what's gotten into me...
Nyx: This is just the sort of situation in which one might consider consulting a seer.
Nina: Well, I suppose things can't get any worse... I...I have a hard time talking to guys. But I think about them all the time! I feel like such a freak. Like they know that I'm thinking about them... And I just clam up and turn red. It's so awful!
Nyx: Is that all that vexes you? It's a common reaction to meeting strangers.
Nina: But, sometimes I end up being really mean to them... When I think about how I might be hurting people's feelings... I feel like I need to change. But...it's not easy...
Nyx: No, but you've taken the hardest step: that of realizing your actions are harmful. As long as you give full weight to their feelings in your dealings with them... It will come naturally in time. Even with complete strangers.
Nina: You really think so?
Nyx: I don't need to be clairvoyant to know it will happen for you, Nina.
Nina: Thanks, Mother. I actually feel a little bit better.
Nyx: It's funny, though. I wouldn't have thought talking to boys was your problem. I was certain your curse was an intense curiosity into the affairs of men...
Nina: Wait, so you DID read them? AGHHH! I'm going to DIEEEEEE!
A Support
Nina: Hey, Mother. Guess what? I talked to a guy today, and it wasn't weird at all!
Nyx: Odd...this isn't a conversation I anticipated having today.
Nina: I mean, it was pretty basic as far as talking goes. I just gave him directions. But I didn't say anything weird or run away randomly!
Nyx: That's a step in the right direction.
Nina: Right? I've been giggling about it all afternoon.
Nyx: I wasn't sure my advice would help, as I'm no social butterfly myself. But I'm glad it seems to be working. Though I would caution you against ever mentioning your hobbies to these people.
Nina: I thought we agreed to never speak of...my hobbies...ever again!
Nyx: I recall no such agreement. Which is just as well, for your journals are treasure troves of stealth technique. You truly honed the craft to an art in your enthusiasm for eavesdropping upon men...
Nina: How many of my diaries did you read, Mother? Jeez!
Nyx: Me? I only read one. That convinced me the rest should be turned over to Corrin for study.
Nina: WHAT?! Why would you do that? WHY?
Nyx: The tactical information contained therein was too valuable to hide away. You've done this army a great service, my child. I'm very proud.
Nina: Great. Now everyone knows what a huge freak I am. Thanks, Mother.
Nyx: Oh, don't look so cross. We're all freakish in one way or another, hm? Why, just look at me. I fit in well enough, despite my form. Besides, even if the others ostracize you, your mother never will. I love you, child.
Camilla
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C Support
Nina: Mmm...that was really something. The way those men were chatting like old friends... What could they have been talking about? The mind wanders…
Camilla: Ah, Nina. Hello.
Nina: Gah! Mother?! What are you doing here? I thought you were training! You didn't hear me talking about...stuff... Did you?
Camilla: I heard a low murmur, but I couldn't make out any words, if that's what you're asking.
Nina: Good! Don't worry about it! Whew...
Camilla: I thought you might like to know that I've been tidying up the house. Today's project was your room... And it was in sore need of attention.
Nina: Mother! That's my private space.
Camilla: But surely your mother is allowed entry, isn't she? Anyway, you'll find the books that were under your bed placed upon your desk.
Nina: Oh my gods, oh my gods, oh my gods... PLEASE tell me you didn't open any of those books...
Camilla: Dearest, I can't quite make out what you're on about.
Nina: My diaries and journals, Mother! Did you read them or didn't you?
Camilla: Worry not, my child. I would never. Whatever might or might not be written in them, you're still my child.
Nina: What's that supposed to mean? It sounds like you DID read them! Well? Did you or didn't you? ARRRRGH!
B Support
Nina: *sigh* Why does it have to be so difficult…
Camilla: Such a dark cloud over that bright face... What's troubling you, my child?
Nina: Oh...hi, Mother. I...I dunno.
Camilla: Is it something you can confide in with your mother?
Nina: Well, I suppose things can't get any worse... I...I have a hard time talking to guys. But I think about them all the time! I feel like such a freak. Like they know that I'm thinking about them... And I just clam up and turn red. It's so awful!
Camilla: Bashfulness is nothing to worry about. I was once the same way.
Nina: Ugh, you don't understand! When I finally manage to stammer a few words out... I start acting super mean and creepy for no reason! I need to change. But I don't know how...
Camilla: Awareness of your need means you're on the right track. If you understand the offense you're causing... You can work from there to minimize it in the future. It will take time and effort, but I believe in you, my child.
Nina: You really think so?
Camilla: And if I'm wrong, and you cannot change... It's not so bad. There are men in this world who enjoy being treated cruelly.
Nina: Thanks, Mother. I actually feel a little bit better.
Camilla: I'm glad I could be of some comfort. It's a relief to help set you on a more proper path than your journals described...
Nina: Wait, so you DID read them? AGHHH! I'm going to DIEEEEEE!
A Support
Nina: Hey, Mother. Guess what? I talked to a guy today, and it wasn't weird at all!
Camilla: Very good, dearest. I'd love to hear the details.
Nina: Well, it was pretty basic as far as talking goes. I just gave him directions. But I didn't say anything weird or run away randomly!
Camilla: Both those things are important not to do when attempting to speak with someone. I couldn't be more proud.
Nina: Right? I've been giggling about it all afternoon.
Camilla: I look forward to the day I can introduce you at a royal ball. Perhaps by then you'll have lost interest in your less socially acceptable hobbies...
Nina: I thought we agreed to never speak of...my hobbies...ever again!
Camilla: Of course, dearest. I'll refrain from any and all compliments I might have made on your stealthiness.
Nina: How many of my diaries did you read, Mother? Jeez!
Camilla: Does the exact number matter? Sometimes a mother must resort to certain measures to get to know her child. Sometimes a mother thinks it prudent to share these measures with her husband.
Nina: WHAT?! Why would you do that? WHY?
Camilla: It was a tactical decision, dearest. Your father and I agree that your tactics should be disseminated to the troops. So we're having copies struck of the irrelevant man-watching passages.
Nina: Great. Now everyone knows what a huge freak I am. Thanks, Mother.
Camilla: No one will call my child a freak, least of all her. You have a gift, dearest! And I'm displaying it to the world out of love. I'm so proud of you, my child. Now may I have a hug?
Selena
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C Support
Nina: Mmm...that was really something. The way those men were chatting like old friends... What could they have been talking about? The mind wanders…
Selena: Hey there, Nina! I was wondering when you'd get home.
Nina: Gah! Mother?! What are you doing here? I thought you were training! You didn't hear me talking about...stuff... Did you?
Selena: Huh? Was I...supposed to?
Nina: Nope! It's nothing! Don't worry about it! Whew...
Selena: Hey, it might cheer you up to know I picked up that pigsty you call a room.
Nina: Mother! That's my private space.
Selena: Yeah, yeah. Those books stuffed into the corner of your closet are on your desk now.
Nina: Oh my gods, oh my gods, oh my gods... PLEASE tell me you didn't open any of those books...
Selena: What are you mumbling about? You can be such a weird kid sometimes.
Nina: My diaries and journals, Mother! Did you read them or didn't you?
Selena: Of course not. But if I did, what would it matter? I'd still be your mom, right?
Nina: What's that supposed to mean? It sounds like you DID read them! Well? Did you or didn't you? ARRRRGH!
B Support
Nina: *sigh* Why does it have to be so difficult…
Selena: Yeesh, Nina. Think you're being dramatic enough there?
Nina: Oh...hi, Mother. It's...nothing, I guess.
Selena: Clearly it isn't. What's bothering you? You can tell me.
Nina: Well, I suppose things can't get any worse... I...I have a hard time talking to guys. But I think about them all the time! I feel like such a freak. Like they know that I'm thinking about them... And I just clam up and turn red. It's so awful!
Selena: I don't see the problem. It makes you mysterious and interesting, right?
Nina: Ugh, you don't understand! When I finally manage to stammer a few words out... I start acting super mean and creepy for no reason! I need to change. But I don't know how...
Selena: Even if you don't know how, knowing that you need to already gives you a leg up. Just make a sincere effort and listen to what people are telling you. I can't imagine you won't figure it out at some point.
Nina: You really think so?
Selena: Yeah! You might need to give it some time, but you can change.
Nina: Thanks, Mother. I actually feel a little bit better.
Selena: Although, and this is just a suggestion... It might also help to cut out some of the stuff in those diaries. Because yikes.
Nina: Wait, so you DID read them? AGHHH! I'm going to DIEEEEEE!
A Support
Nina: Hey, Mother. Guess what? I talked to a guy today, and it wasn't weird at all!
Selena: Whoa! How did that happen?
Nina: Well, it was pretty basic as far as talking goes. I just gave him directions. But I didn't say anything weird or run away randomly!
Selena: That's a big step for you. Good going!
Nina: Right? I've been giggling about it all afternoon.
Selena: Once you build a little more confidence, you can ditch those old hobbies for good!
Nina: I thought we agreed to never speak of...my hobbies...ever again!
Selena: Whoops, I forgot. What if I called it your, um, training? Yeah...your espionage training. I mean, you did come up with a lot of clever ways to spy on people.
Nina: How many of my diaries did you read, Mother? Jeez!
Selena: I'll be honest—I just flipped through a little bit here and there. The stuff about spying I only know because Corrin told me when <he/she> was through. Oh! I maybe should have told you I let Corrin read them.
Nina: WHAT?! Why would you do that? WHY?
Selena: It was for a good cause! <He/She>'s going to use them to train the troops. Just think of all the intelligence we can get with your eavesdropping tricks!
Nina: Great. Now everyone knows what a huge freak I am. Thanks, Mother.
Selena: Look on the bright side. You were afraid guys would know about this. And now you know they do! So the worst is over with, right? You're welcome, my dear daughter!
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C Support
Nina: Mmm...that was really something. The way those men were chatting like old friends... What could they have been talking about? The mind wanders…
Beruka: You're home, I see.
Nina: Gah! Mother?! What are you doing here? I thought you were training! You didn't hear me talking about...stuff... Did you?
Beruka: Were you talking to yourself? That's weird, Nina. What were you saying?
Nina: Nothing! Don't worry about it! Whew...
Beruka: OK. Oh, I cleaned your room.
Nina: Mother! That's my private space.
Beruka: The books you were trying to hide are all on your desk now.
Nina: Oh my gods, oh my gods, oh my gods... PLEASE tell me you didn't open any of those books...
Beruka: Which books do you mean?
Nina: My diaries and journals, Mother! Did you read them or didn't you?
Beruka: I didn't. Besides, it wouldn't matter to me what they said even if I did.
Nina: What's that supposed to mean? It sounds like you DID read them! Well? Did you or didn't you? ARRRRGH!
B Support
Nina: *sigh* Why does it have to be so difficult…
Beruka: Something wrong, Nina?
Nina: Oh...hi, Mother. I...I dunno.
Beruka: It seems like something's wrong. Do you want to go into detail?
Nina: Well, I suppose things can't get any worse... I...I have a hard time talking to guys. But I think about them all the time! I feel like such a freak. Like they know that I'm thinking about them... And I just clam up and turn red. It's so awful!
Beruka: If it's hard for you, you don't have to force yourself to do it. Just ignore them.
Nina: Ugh, you don't understand! When I finally manage to stammer a few words out... I start acting super mean and creepy for no reason! I need to change. But I don't know how...
Beruka: I'm not sure what to tell you. I'm not there yet myself. All I know is we can't give up. It's hard, and we don't know where to start, but... We have to keep trying things if we want one of them to stick someday.
Nina: You really think so?
Beruka: I have to believe it's true. It's not hopeless. Not for either of us.
Nina: Thanks, Mother. I actually feel a little bit better.
Beruka: Good. Be sure to write all this down in your diary. It's better than the rest of what's in there.
Nina: Wait, so you DID read them? AGHHH! I'm going to DIEEEEEE!
A Support
Nina: Hey, Mother. Guess what? I talked to a guy today, and it wasn't weird at all!
Beruka: Interesting. What happened?
Nina: Well, it was pretty basic as far as talking goes. I just gave him directions. But I didn't say anything weird or run away randomly!
Beruka: Well done.
Nina: Right? I've been giggling about it all afternoon.
Beruka: Maybe there's hope for us both after all. Once you ditch your hobby, anyway.
Nina: I thought we agreed to never speak of...my hobbies...ever again!
Beruka: Sorry. I know that's a sore spot. I was impressed at your methods, though. You've trained yourself to be a good agent.
Nina: How many of my diaries did you read, Mother? Jeez!
Beruka: All of them. I made sure Corrin saw them as well.
Nina: WHAT?! Why would you do that? WHY?
Beruka: I told you: you're a good agent. You came up with espionage tricks not even I knew. The whole army will benefit from the tricks you developed to spy on people.
Nina: Great. Now everyone knows what a huge freak I am. Thanks, Mother.
Beruka: If anyone calls you a freak, just point me at them. They won't say it twice. I love you, and that's all that matters.
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C Support
Nina: Mmm...that was really something. The way those men were chatting like old friends... What could they have been talking about? The mind wanders…
Peri: Hiiii, Nina! I was looking for you!
Nina: Gah! Mother?! What are you doing here? I thought you were training! You didn't hear me talking about...stuff... Did you?
Peri: Huh? I don't...think so? What kind of stuff?
Nina: Nothing! Don't worry about it! Whew...
Peri: Oh, guess what! I have a surprise for you. Guess whose room got cleaned today!
Nina: Mother! That's my private space.
Peri: I know, dear. That's why I made sure no one else came in while I was cleaning! I tried to clean up all the books, but some of them were stuffed in weird places. I hope I got them all!
Nina: Oh my gods, oh my gods, oh my gods... PLEASE tell me you didn't open any of those books...
Peri: Why does it matter? What do you care about those silly things so much for?
Nina: My diaries and journals, Mother! Did you read them or didn't you?
Peri: Haha, I would never read a book! Not even if it was a diary by my darling daughter who I worry about sometimes. So if you want me not to have read them, then I definitely didn't!
Nina: What's that supposed to mean? It sounds like you DID read them! Well? Did you or didn't you? ARRRRGH!
B Support
Nina: *sigh* Why does it have to be so difficult…
Peri: What's wrong, Nina?
Nina: Oh...hi, Mother. I...I dunno.
Peri: Is this a feelings thing? I get the sense this is a feelings thing. Tell your mother all about it!
Nina: Well, I suppose things can't get any worse... I...I have a hard time talking to guys. But I think about them all the time! I feel like such a freak. Like they know that I'm thinking about them... And I just clam up and turn red. It's so awful!
Peri: Oh, I know this one! Just don't talk to them. Problem solved!
Nina: Ugh, you don't understand! When I finally manage to stammer a few words out... I start acting super mean and creepy for no reason! I need to change. But I don't know how...
Peri: But you do know you're hurting their feelings, right? Then it's not so bad! I didn't really get that when I was your age. I never cared who I hurt. I sliced first and asked questions... well, never. But that's not you! I think you're already on your way!
Nina: You really think so?
Peri: Someday you'll be a great lady! I just know so!
Nina: Thanks, Mother. I actually feel a little bit better.
Peri: Yay! So do I, knowing you're trying to do better than you did in your diary.
Nina: Wait, so you DID read them? AGHHH! I'm going to DIEEEEEE!
A Support
Nina: Hey, Mother. Guess what? I talked to a guy today, and it wasn't weird at all!
Peri: Hooray! Tell me all about it!
Nina: Well, it was pretty basic as far as talking goes. I just gave him directions. But I didn't say anything weird or run away randomly!
Peri: Good for you, sweetie! I knew you could do it!
Nina: Right? I've been giggling about it all afternoon.
Peri: Keep it up, Nina! I'm rooting for you! Just think, someday you won't need your weird hobby to be satisfied!
Nina: I thought we agreed to never speak of...my hobbies...ever again!
Peri: Uh-oh...whoopsie! Still, though. I wish I had an imagination as vivid as yours!
Nina: How many of my diaries did you read, Mother? Jeez!
Peri: Hmm, I guess it depends. How many of those were diaries, and how many were romance stories you wrote?
Nina: I-I don't have to answer that! Shut up!
Peri: It's OK! They were a great read either way.
Nina: Hmph. Now you know exactly what a huge freak I am. This is just great.
Peri: Don't pout, sweetie! I'd love you no matter how weird your hobbies were! You're my creepy little angel. Come give your mommy a hug!
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C Support
Nina: Mmm...that was really something. The way those men were chatting like old friends... What could they have been talking about? The mind wanders…
Charlotte: Aha! There you are.
Nina: Gah! Mother?! What are you doing here? I thought you were training! You didn't hear me talking about...stuff... Did you?
Charlotte: Hmmmm? Oh, Nina, you know I don't pay much attention to you. Why?
Nina: No reason! Don't worry about it! Whew...
Charlotte: Anyway, I meant to tell you I cleaned up that sty of a room for you.
Nina: Mother! That's my private space.
Charlotte: But what if you had to entertain? There were books heaped all over the place! I did you the favor of stacking them all up in the closet. Out of sight, out of mind!
Nina: Oh my gods, oh my gods, oh my gods... PLEASE tell me you didn't open any of those books...
Charlotte: Weren't you listening? I put in all that work, and not one word of gratitude?
Nina: My diaries and journals, Mother! Did you read them or didn't you?
Charlotte: Oh, relax. I didn't go digging into your diaries. What do you take me for? Besides...even if I did, you're still my kid, warts and all.
Nina: What's that supposed to mean? It sounds like you DID read them! Well? Did you or didn't you? ARRRRGH!
B Support
Nina: *sigh* Why does it have to be so difficult…
Charlotte: What's wrong this time, Nina?
Nina: Oh...hi, Mother. I...I dunno.
Charlotte: Don't frown, or you'll get premature wrinkles. Tell me what's wrong instead.
Nina: Well, I suppose that can't make it any worse... I...I have a hard time talking to guys. But I think about them all the time! I feel like such a freak. Like they know that I'm thinking about them... And I just clam up and turn red. It's so awful!
Charlotte: Awww, I'm glad you're thinking about it so early. It's an important subject! But don't be ashamed. Everybody takes a while to perfect their persona.
Nina: Ugh, you don't understand! When I finally manage to stammer a few words out... I start acting super mean and creepy for no reason! I need to change. But I don't know how...
Charlotte: Listen, Nina. As your mother, I guarantee you have nothing to worry about.
Nina: ...Why do you say that?
Charlotte: You already see where you might be going wrong, don't you? Just be mindful of those worries and try to correct for them. It might take time, but eventually you can convince people you care.
Nina: But...I really do care...
Charlotte: Even better! That should make it much easier for you.
Nina: Thanks, Mother. I actually feel a little bit better.
Charlotte: I can't believe any daughter of mine has trouble talking to boys, though... Is this because of those weird fantasies of yours?
Nina: Wait, so you DID read them? AGHHH! I'm going to DIEEEEEE!
A Support
Nina: Hey, Mother. Guess what? I talked to a guy today, and it wasn't weird at all!
Charlotte: Oh yeah? This I gotta hear.
Nina: Well, it was pretty basic as far as talking goes. I just gave him directions. But I didn't say anything weird or run away randomly!
Charlotte: Hey, good for you!
Nina: Right? I've been giggling about it all afternoon.
Charlotte: All in all, I'd say you shaped up pretty well, daughter of mine. Putting your weird hobbies aside, I mean.
Nina: I thought we agreed to never speak of...my hobbies...ever again!
Charlotte: Sure, if you want. That doesn't change my point, though.
Nina: How many of my diaries did you read, Mother? Jeez!
Charlotte: Nina... It's perfectly normal to have a side you don't show to just anyone. Besides, Corrin was impressed when I showed them to <him/her>.
Nina: WHAT?! Why would you do that? WHY?
Charlotte: You worry too much, Nina. Just remember, I love you anyway, just the way you are.
Nina: Great. That will be comforting when everyone knows what a huge freak I am. Thanks, Mother.
Charlotte: So what if you're a freak? Like mother, like daughter, teehee!
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C Support
Nina: Mmm...that was really something. The way those men were chatting like old friends... What could they have been talking about? The mind wanders…
Setsuna: Oh...hi, Nina.
Nina: Gah! Mother?! What are you doing here? I thought you were training! You didn't hear me talking about...stuff... Did you?
Setsuna: Stuff? No...I don't think I heard any stuff. Were you talking about stuff? Want to hear what my favorite stuff is?
Nina: Nope! Don't worry about it! Whew...
Setsuna: Oh yeah...I was looking for something in your room, and I kept tripping over things. I cleaned up a little so there'd be less mess to ambush me.
Nina: Mother! That's my private space.
Setsuna: All the book traps you had out on your floor are on your shelf now. Sorry...
Nina: Oh my gods, oh my gods, oh my gods... PLEASE tell me you didn't open any of those books...
Setsuna: Does it matter that much?
Nina: My diaries and journals, Mother! Did you read them or didn't you?
Setsuna: Nah...I was too woozy from the falls. But it's OK, Nina. You'd still be my daughter even if I had read them.
Nina: What's that supposed to mean? It sounds like you DID read them! Well? Did you or didn't you? ARRRRGH!
B Support
Nina: *sigh* Why does it have to be so difficult…
Setsuna: Is that you sighing, Nina? Are you stuck? Do you need help...?
Nina: Oh...hi, Mother. I...I dunno.
Setsuna: I love helping people out of jams! It's nice to return the favor sometimes.
Nina: Well, I suppose things can't get any worse... I...I have a hard time talking to guys. But I think about them all the time! I feel like such a freak. Like they know that I'm thinking about them... And I just clam up and turn red. It's so awful!
Setsuna: Hmm. I don't like talking to strangers either. My advice is...don't worry about it.
Nina: Ugh, you don't understand! When I finally manage to stammer a few words out... I start acting super mean and creepy for no reason! I need to change. But I don't know how...
Setsuna: OK, but you know you need to change though, right? So it doesn't matter how. Just try new things you wouldn't usually do. One of them is bound to work, and then hooray! Problem solved.
Nina: You really think so?
Setsuna: It might take a long time, but it's bound to work sooner or later.
Nina: Thanks, Mother. I actually feel a little bit better.
Setsuna: I wouldn't have guessed you of all people would have trouble talking to boys, though. I thought you were more confident than that in what I read...
Nina: Wait, so you DID read them? AGHHH! I'm going to DIEEEEEE!
A Support
Nina: Hey, Mother. Guess what? I talked to a guy today, and it wasn't weird at all!
Setsuna: Not weird how...?
Nina: Well, it was pretty basic as far as talking goes. I just gave him directions. But I didn't say anything weird or run away randomly!
Setsuna: Ooooh! That's better than I could do...
Nina: Right? I've been giggling about it all afternoon.
Setsuna: What a good daughter you are. You'll have to teach your mother some things... Though I don't need to know any more about your hobbies.
Nina: I thought we agreed to never speak of...my hobbies...ever again!
Setsuna: We did...? I don't remember that. So is it bad that I, um...
Nina: How many of my diaries did you read, Mother? Jeez!
Setsuna: Just one. To start with... But they were so interesting that I couldn't stop there.
Nina: WHAT?! Why would you do that? WHY?
Setsuna: I'm not the only one who thought so, too. I was so proud, I showed them to everyone.
Nina: Great. Now they all know what a huge freak I am. Thanks, Mother.
Setsuna: You're welcome, dear. I love to show off my daughter's talents. Come give your mommy a hug!
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C Support
Nina: Mmm...that was really something. The way those men were chatting like old friends... What could they have been talking about? The mind wanders…
Oboro: Oh! Hey, Nina!
Nina: Gah! Mother?! What are you doing here? I thought you were training! You didn't hear me talking about...stuff... Did you?
Oboro: I didn't hear you talking about anything, let alone "stuff."
Nina: Good! Don't worry about it! Whew...
Oboro: I just came to tell you I'm all done tidying your room. That place was a mess, Nina! Do you ever throw anything away?
Nina: Mother! That's my private space.
Oboro: Well, everything's straightened now. Except the books under your bed. There wasn't room for those on the shelves, so I stacked them on your desk.
Nina: Oh my gods, oh my gods, oh my gods... PLEASE tell me you didn't open any of those books...
Oboro: I can't understand you when you get like this, Nina. What are you mumbling about?
Nina: My diaries and journals, Mother! Did you read them or didn't you?
Oboro: Oh, relax. All I did was put them away. But if one of them did fall open and I saw a few words, you'd still be my daughter.
Nina: What's that supposed to mean? It sounds like you DID read them! Well? Did you or didn't you? ARRRRGH!
B Support
Nina: *sigh* Why does it have to be so difficult…
Oboro: What's got you so down in the dumps?
Nina: Oh...hi, Mother. I...I dunno.
Oboro: Don't give me that "I dunno" stuff. Tell me what's wrong! Let's hear it!
Nina: Well, I suppose things can't get any worse... I...I have a hard time talking to guys. But I think about them all the time! I feel like such a freak. Like they know that I'm thinking about them... And I just clam up and turn red. It's so awful!
Oboro: That does sound bad. But that's how life is sometimes. What can you do?
Nina: Ugh, you don't understand! When I finally manage to stammer a few words out... I start acting super mean and creepy for no reason! I need to change. But I don't know how...
Oboro: Well, the hard part of changing is already over with. You know you have a problem, and you want to fix it. So if you can be conscious of what you're about to say before you say it... That should clear things right up.
Nina: You really think so?
Oboro: Yeah. I mean, not right away. But with a little practice, you'll be fine!
Nina: Thanks, Mother. I actually feel a little bit better.
Oboro: Personally, I'm surprised you're even interested in talking to boys. I thought your thing was watching them talk to each other...
Nina: Wait, so you DID read them? AGHHH! I'm going to DIEEEEEE!
A Support
Nina: Hey, Mother. Guess what? I talked to a guy today, and it wasn't weird at all!
Oboro: Oh yeah? Tell me more!
Nina: Well, it was pretty basic as far as talking goes. I just gave him directions. But I didn't say anything weird or run away randomly!
Oboro: Great job, sweetie! You're taking it one baby step at a time.
Nina: Right? I've been giggling about it all afternoon.
Oboro: Next time, try working your way up to asking a greengrocer about his wares. If you get good enough, you might go up onstage! Wouldn't that be a fun hobby?
Nina: I thought we agreed to never speak of...my hobbies...ever again!
Oboro: Did we? Hmm. Guess that means you wouldn't want me to compliment you on your stealth technique.
Nina: How many of my diaries did you read, Mother? Jeez!
Oboro: Most of them. They were interesting! Corrin said the same thing when I showed them to <him/her>.
Nina: WHAT?! Why would you do that? WHY?
Oboro: They're amazing! Even our ninja were impressed with your stealth tricks! If I had my way, everyone in the army would be studying those things.
Nina: Great. Now everyone knows what a huge freak I am. Thanks, Mother.
Oboro: Anytime, sweetie. Just doing a mother's duty to embarrass her children. How about a hug?
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C Support
Kana: Nina! Nina! Hey, Nina!
Nina: Whoa there, kiddo! You've sure got energy today. What's up?
Kana: I wanted to ask you some questions about you!
Nina: Huh? What about me? Er...your questions don't have to do with my...ah...people-watching stuff, do they? Oh, man, I am not the one who should be explaining this... Where are your parents?
Kana: Huh? No, I just heard you're one of those noble thief people! You steal from the rich to give to the poor and all that stuff, right? That's so awesome!
Nina: Oh! Yeah, that's me! Teehee!
Kana: But...my papa and mama told me it was wrong to steal... Is that true?
Nina: Well, see...the thing is...
Kana: I'm sorry! You don't have to answer if you don't want to.
Nina: No, no, it's OK. You're right—stealing is wrong. But the world's a complex place. Some things are less wrong than others. Sometimes just doing things that look right will make the world worse. You know?
Kana: Um...I guess so...
Nina: In this world, doing the right thing doesn't always mean you'll be rewarded. In an imperfect world like this, you have to make imperfect decisions. Sometimes stealing is the best way you can help people.
Kana: OK, I think I understand. So...being a noble thief is the best way to help people?
Nina: Well, not always, and not for everyone. Different people have different talents. Stealing, however, is mine! And I DO think I've helped lots of people with it. Many more than I might have otherwise.
Kana: Hmm. So when you help people, do they give you stuff?
Nina: Sorta! But maybe I'll tell you about that stuff some other time. For now, I've got to go. I think I just spotted a blacksmith and his apprentice! Later!
(Nina leaves)
Kana: OK! Bye-bye, Nina! Wow, she can run so fast! Heehee. What a funny lady.
B Support
Kana: Nina! Ooh, what're those?
Nina: These, my dear, are letters! Letters from all of the people I've helped with my skills.
Kana: Wow! But you've got so many! Can I read some of them? "Now I can live with my family again. Thank you so much!" What did you do for this one?
Nina: Ah. That was from a man who'd been forced to leave his family by his employer. There was no other work around, and he didn't have the money to move them. So I nicked a few trinkets off a corrupt duke to set them up with a new home!
Kana: They couldn't live together...because of money?
Nina: Yes. And we both know how painful it is to be separated from your family, right? They didn't have any other way to fix it or make it better, either. He would have died before he saved up enough money. And that's why noble thieves like myself exist. To right these wrongs.
Kana: Oh, OK. I think I got it now!
Nina: But, I don't want you misunderstanding, Kana. It's still stealing. It's still wrong. It's just that sometimes doing nothing is more wrong. You know?
Kana: Mhm! You know, you're really amazing, Nina!
Nina: Aww. Thanks, Kana! I wish everyone felt that way... I know my father certainly doesn't...
Kana: Huh?
Nina: He doesn't approve of me. Even though he was a thief himself, once. Ever since I was little, he's been telling me I should never steal, no matter what. I know why he does...but what he says and what he does are two different things. I couldn't have respect for someone like that. We...fought over it. A lot.
Kana: Hmm...well... I think as long as people are grateful for what you do, then it's a good thing!
Nina: Teehee. You're the best, Kana. Thanks!
Kana: No problem!
A Support
Kana: Hey, Nina. Can I talk to you about something?
Nina: Sure, Kana. What is it?
Kana: Well, it's just...I was thinking about our conversation the other day. You said that you didn't have respect for people like your papa. And...it made me really sad to hear that...
Nina: Ah, yeah...I guess I can see why it would upset you. You get along so well with your parents, it must have been shocking to hear. But...you don't need to worry or anything. It's not at all as bad as it used to be. We just don't see eye to eye. That's all.
Kana: I dunno...
Nina: Huh?
Kana: I mean, I know you don't see eye to eye with him. But I'm not sure you disliked him as much as you think you did. And you might even have more in common than you think!
Nina: Wh-what do you mean?
Kana: You said before you became a noble thief 'cause that's where your talents lay. But it's not like you were born a thief. You probably became one to be like your dad! I think, deep down, you really do respect him a lot, and you want his approval. Which is why you argue so much over your noble thief stuff! After all, if you really didn't care, you wouldn't argue, right?
Nina: Kana... You're very perceptive for a kid your age, you know that? *sigh* But when you're right, you're right. Thanks, Kana. You've given me a lot to think about. I'm not sure how easy it'll be to repair our relationship... But you've shown me that the seeds are already there. Thank you.
Kana: Mhm! Glad I could help!
S Support
Kana: Nina! Nina! I got something for you!
Nina: Hm? What is it?
Kana: Here, here, hold out your hands! Ta-da!
Nina: A book? What's it about?
Kana: Oh, y'know, it's just about the lives of all the most famous noble thieves in history! I saw it in town and thought you might want to give it to your dad! I figured if he read it, he might start to understand your point of view better.
Nina: Kana...this is... Thank you. Thank you so much. And, um...please...never change.
Kana: Huh? What do you mean?
Nina: I was just thinking...you're just a kid now, but you're going to grow up soon. And I wonder if you'll be the same person as you are now. It makes me sad. Because the best things about you are your kindness, and your honesty... And those are always the first things to go.
Kana: Don't worry, Nina! I promise I won't change!
Nina: It's not that simple... You'll see, I guess. Just give it time.
Kana: Nope! Not gonna change! Not me! A Kana-promise is unbreakable! But...um...if I did change... We could still be friends, right? Because you're my best friend, Nina...and I don't want to lose you.
Nina: Huh? Oh, Kana, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to upset you! Of course we'll still be friends! No matter what! That's a Nina-promise! You're my best friend too. I wouldn't let you get away that easy! Heehee.
Kana: Good to know! Let's stick together forever, Nina.
Nina: Sounds good to me!
Kana (M) (as siblings)
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C Support
Kana: Hey, Nina! Do you want to go on patrol with me?
Nina: Oh, hey, Kana! Right now?
Kana: Mhm! I want to help everyone out as much as possible! Which, for now, means patrolling as much as possible! So are you in?
Nina: Sure! What kind of sibling would I be if I said no? Heehee.
Kana: Yay! Let's go!
Nina: OK. Er— Wait. Is it just us?
Kana: Yup! We'll be OK, though. I've been practicing a whole lot.
Nina: Kana! I know that I'll be fine, but you're just a kid...
Kana: Don't worry so much, Sis. If we use our special sibling powers, we can take down any bad guys that cross us!
Nina: Well, if you've got your heart set on it... OK.
Kana: Yahoo! You know what, Nina? I think we should go patrolling every day!
Nina: E-every day? Are you sure?
Kana: Yeah! I mean, patrols need to be done every day anyway. Why not us?
Nina: Every...day...
Kana: Is something the matter?
Nina: Just thinking about how much...um...fun it will be to go every...single...day... (Oh gods above, deliver me.)
Kana: Heehee! This is gonna be fun!
B Support
Kana: Thanks for coming on patrol with me again, Nina!
Nina: No problem. I'm actually starting to have fun. And the more we go, the more I feel I can rely on you. You're improving all the time!
Kana: You mean it?!
Nina: Mhm! You've been getting much stronger. And I can see you're more comfortable. You're doing very well, Kana. I think you've got a natural talent for this.
Kana: Haha! Yay! Thanks, Nina! What about you? What are your natural talents?
Nina: Me? I'd have to say reconnaissance, I guess. I can size up an enemy army in a few minutes, given the right vantage point.
Kana: Wow, Nina, that's amazing! With your skills, we'll be unstoppable!
Nina: Heh heh. Thanks, Kana! You might just be right.
Kana: All right! Let's get moving! We've got a ways to go if we're gonna be the best patrollers in camp!
Nina: H-hey, wait up! Kanaaaaaaaa!
A Support
Kana: Hey, guess what, Nina? It's patrol time!
Nina: Heh. OK. Let's go!
Kana: Er, wait. First I had a favor to ask of you.
Nina: Yeah? What do you need?
Kana: I want you to teach me how to be like you!
Nina: You want to be like me? What do you mean?
Kana: You said that you're real good at reconnaissance, right? Well, I wanna learn how to do that too! I'm the youngest kid out of everyone, right? So there's a lot I still can't do. I know I can't just be a grown-up, but I can try to learn lots of different skills. Besides, I've always wanted to learn something from my big sister! I always wondered what it would be like to spend time with you.
Nina: Kana...
Kana: So I want to learn as much from you as possible now that I can! Is that OK?
Nina: Of course it's OK! I'm so happy you asked.
Kana: Thank you so much!
Nina: But don't think this is going to be one- sided. I want to learn from you too. So let's compete to see who can become stronger the fastest.
Kana: OK! But I'm not gonna be the one to lose! That's a promise!
Nina: Heehee. All right, then. Today is patrol duty. Tomorrow, the real training begins!
Kana: Sounds good to me!
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C Support
Kana: Mama! Hey, Mama!
Nina: Oh, hey, Kana. What's going on?
Kana: Look! I picked some pretty flowers for you! They're yellow like the sun!
Nina: Oh, these daisies are perfect, Kana! Thank you!
Kana: Do you really like them?
Nina: Of course! You seem to be bringing me a lot of flowers these days, though. What's got into you?
Kana: I just remember that when I was real little, we'd go looking at flowers together. You always smiled so much. And I love your smile, Mama! So I decided to start bringing you lots and lots of flowers to help you smile!
Nina: Aw. That's very sweet of you. But I do have a teensy favor to ask of you.
Kana: Anything, Mama. What do you need?
Nina: Remember how I told you that flowers are living things, just like us? Well, when you pick them, you hurt the poor little guys. And if they're hurt, how can we make them kiss each other?
Kana: Oh no! I've been hurting the flowers?! It was an accident! I'm sorry, flowers!
Nina: It's OK, Kana. I'm sure they'll forgive you so long as you're sorry. You just need to promise not to pick any more flowers, OK?
Kana: OK! B-but...if I do that, then how can I show you all the neat flowers I find?
Nina: Hmmm... Next time you find some, come and get me. Then we can go see them together! How does that sound?
Kana: Really? You won't be too busy?
Nina: Too busy for my little Kana? Never!
Kana: OK, it's a deal! We'll go look at all the nice flowers together! That's a promise, Mama!
B Support
Kana: La la lalala-la-la ♪ And now it's Mama time!
Nina: Teehee. Your cheerfulness is infectious sometimes, Kana. What's got you so smiley today?
Kana: I just found some great flowers for us to go look at! You're going to love them. I'm sure of it! Look! There they are, Mama. Right over there.
Nina: Oh, wow! These are beautiful! And such a pretty color! (Ooh, and Mr. Flower over there seems to have eyes on Mr. Petals over here...)
Kana: I know—I love this color. It's so pretty, and the petals are so soft... They reminded me of you, Mama.
Nina: Huh? Of me? Aww. I don't think I'm very flowerlike. Maybe if flowers could have fantasies... About other flowers... Long, detailed fantasies... *ahem* But thank you, Kana. That's very kind. If also a little embarrassing—in a good way!
Kana: Don't be embarrassed, Mama! I love flowers, but I love your smiles even more!
Nina: Well, I love your smiles even more than that!
Kana: Really? Yay!
Nina: Oh, that reminds me: I have something to show you.
Kana: Oooh, is it something good? Can I see it right now? What is it?
Nina: Heehee, calm down. I don't have it right now, but it's—
Kana: Ah! Wait! Don't tell me! That way I'll be even more surprised when you have it.
Nina: All right. I'll keep it safe until we can sit down and look at it together.
Kana: Yay! I can't wait!
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Kana: Mama, I'm here! Where is the thing you wanted to show me?
Nina: Oh, hey, Kana! Come on over here. Look at this!
Kana: This is such a big book! Oh wow! Look at all these flowers! Where did you get them all?
Nina: These are all the flowers you've been bringing me! I dried and pressed them between the pages so they'd always be safe. Now I can keep them all safe and snuggly together in this neat little guy! And they can spend as long as they want together, kissing and hugging and—
Kana: This is amazing! Like, really, really amazing! I hadn't realized how many flowers I'd brought you. Look! There are the yellow daisies I gave you the other day!
Nina: Yup! I pressed every flower you've given me. Seeing them all in one place like this makes me realize just how many there were.
Kana: Mama, thank you for taking such good care of the flowers I gave you. This makes me so happy!
Nina: And thank YOU for all the flowers and love you've given ME! I'll cherish them for a long time to come.
Kana: You're welcome!
Nina: You know, we didn't pick those flowers we saw together the other day... But we did make some great memories when we went to go look at them. I hope we can have a lot more memories like them. I'm so glad you're here.
Kana: Me too! I love you so much, Mama!
Nina: I love you too, Kana.
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