Noire/Supports

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

Avatar (M)

Noire	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

Noire: *Siiigh*

Avatar: Something on your mind, Noire?

Noire: Eep! Oh, Avatar! N-no, nothing... Just a bit tired, I suppose.

Avatar: Then you should rest up and take a nap. We don't have anything planned for today.

Noire: Is that so? Yes, perhaps I'll do as you suggest. Hmm, but...

Avatar: No buts! Whatever you're worried about can clearly wait. You always push yourself too hard, Noire. I'm sure the exhaustion's just built up.

Noire: B-but it's hardly fair to rest while the others are still working! Otherwise I'm only holding everyone back.

Avatar: Well, do what you have to do, but just promise me you'll take care of yourself.

Noire: I will. I'm... sorry you had to see me like this.

B Support

Noire: *Siiigh*

Avatar: What's wrong, Noire? Tired again?

Noire: N-no, that's not it. Well, I AM tired, but...

Avatar: Yes?

Noire: I was trying to think of ways I might grow a bit...sturdier. So lately I've been watching the other girls and trying to identify differences.

Avatar: And have you found any?

Noire: Well, the others are healthier, obviously, and their bodies seem more resilient. Also, their figures are just a little bit more...robust.

Avatar: Phrased with the delicacy of a diplomat! Er, and I suppose you would be on the... slight side?

Noire: Slight? Ha! I'm skin and bone! I fall over in a stiff breeze! They're all so full of energy; it's like staring into the sun... They make me feel like a troll! ...Er, if trolls were scrawny. Oh, what do you think I should do, Avatar?!

Avatar: W-well, I do think you have a tendency to worry more than most... And that stress is bound to harm the body in one way or another...

Noire: INSOLENCE! HOW DARE YOU CLAIM ME DECREPIT!

Avatar: Whoa! N-no, Noire! Never! I didn't say anything like that!

Noire: THEN SPEAK, MORTAL! WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE ME DO?!

Avatar: W-well... *ahem* They say that clothes make the man, right? Perhaps they can make the wo-man, as well? Why not try getting into the role form-first?

Noire: Oh! So you think I should maybe dress more...festively?

Avatar: Y-yes! That's the perfect word! Festive! Maybe that will energize you a bit?

Noire: ...Huh. Well, I guess I'll consider it.

A Support

Noire: *Siiigh*

Avatar: Still sighing away, Noire?

Noire: Oh. Hello...

Avatar: Troubles still not resolved, then?

Noire: I wanted to take your advice, but...I don't know what constitutes festive attire.

Avatar: Ah. Well, even if you had, I'm not sure where you'd find any, with the war and all...

Noire: Is there no way to become more girly? I just want to shine like all the others, even for a day...

Avatar: Well, worrying about it isn't going to help. Worry might just be your biggest enemy. Why don't you try unwinding a little? Go do something you enjoy!

Noire: I see. Yes, perhaps I'll treat myself to... Um, to what, exactly?

Avatar: Why not head into town and enjoy a nice meal?

Noire: I couldn't be the only one to enjoy such luxury! Not in times like this.

Avatar: Aww, live a little. You like sweets, right? I don't think anyone could fault you for indulging in a little cake or two.

Noire: You're sure?

Avatar: Sure I am! And if you really don't want to be the only one eating, I'll go with you.

Noire: You... wouldn't mind?

Avatar: Eating cake? Only if you twist my arm! ...So, it's a date? Next time we're in town, we'll swing by the bakery and see what's on offer. Agreed?

Noire: Agreed!

S Support

Avatar: Everything all right, Noire? You seem down.

Noire: Eep! ...Oh. Avatar. No, just the same-old, same-old. Thinking about how to be more vibrant... How to be more like the other girls... It just seems so hopeless! I feel like I haven't made a bit of progress...

Avatar: Hmm, well... W-well... Have you tried falling in love?

Noire: Wh-what?

Avatar: They say a woman's never as radiant as when she's in love. Why not give it a try? If, um... Well, you know. I guess you'd need to find someone special first...

Noire: W-well, I... I suppose I think I might...have someone in mind... There's someone who... Well, he's always listening to me and offering advice... *Mumble, mumble*

Avatar: ...Sorry? I didn't catch that.

Noire: *Mumble* ...You really want to know?

Avatar: Huh? Well, sure.

Noire: Well, all right... Here goes...

Avatar: Hmm?

Noire: It... It's you, Avatar. I... love... you.

Avatar: What?

Noire: I SAID I LOVE YOU, FOOL OF A MAN!

Avatar: Gah! S-sorry! I'm sorry! I heard you! I was just suprised! ...Er, so did you mean it? This isn't something to feel more vibrant?

Noire: No, I mean it! Of course I mean it! I've had feelings for you from the start.

Avatar: Wow. Really?

Noire: YES REALLY, FLESHLING!

Avatar: ..... Heh... Ha ha. Aaaaaah ha ha ha!

Noire: H-hey! What's so funny?!

Avatar: Ha ha ha! Ha ha... I'm sorry. All this talk of being vibrant and such... Who could be more vibrant than you?! Don't change a thing, Noire. I think you're amazing just as you are. Delicate and sweet, always more worried about others than yourself... And prone to the occasional...flight of fancy, shall we say? I love it all.

Noire: You really mean that?!

Avatar: Of course I do, Noire! So stop pushing yourself to become someone you're not... And let's enjoy the amazing person you already are.

Noire: I... Oh, Avatar... Thank you.

Noire (Confession): You fill me with the strength I never thought to have. Please stay with me always?

Avatar (M) (as parent and child)

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

C Support

Noire: *Sniff* *sniffle*

Avatar: Noire? What's wrong? Why are you crying?

Noire: *Sniff* I'm not... Mother cursed me to have a *sniff* runny nose for three days straight.

Avatar: That's... an oddly specific hex. But waiy, why would she do that in the first place?

Noire: It's nothing new. *sniffle* Mother is always trying out some new spell or another. Every time she comes up with one, she *sniiiff* uses me as her guinea pig.

Avatar: Poor dear... Here, take my handkerchief.

Noire: Th-thank you... *HOOONK!*

Avatar: I can't let you suffer like this for three whole days... Don't worry, Noire. I'll have a talk with your mother and get this cleared up.

Noire: Er... are you sure? That never really worked out for you in the future. Every time you talked back, Mother cursed you up to your eyeballs. ...Or sometimes she just cursed your eyeballs, and you cried yourself to sleep.

Avatar: Gosh, that's... kind of pathetic.

Noire: ...Yep. *sniff*

Avatar: B-but that was a different me, right? Just wait- I'll prove you can depend on me!

Noire: Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really can be different this time around. *sniiiff*

B Support

Avatar: *Sniff* I'm sorry, Noire... I feel like I really let you down... *sniff*

Noire: It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning... But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.

Avatar: I'm not crying. *sniff* Your mother hit me with a five-day runny-nose curse.

Noire: Just like before...

Avatar: Urgh... You did say this was how it played out in the future... *sniff* Well, look at the bright side- at least your hex is broken now. *sniffle*

Noire: Yep, juuust like before. You'd always come to my rescue by taking on Mother's curses yourself.

Avatar: I guess some things were simply meant to be...

Noire: Maybe you're right. Maybe we're all fated to trace the same path as we did before...

Avatar: Hmm?

Noire: My coming back didn't change you, Father. So why should it change anything? It'll all happen again. My parents will die, and I'll be left alone... Why did I even bother coming back if it means watching my life fall apart again? Why... *sniff*

Avatar: *Sniff* Oh, don't cry, sweetheart.

Noire: FOOL! THESE ARE NO TEARS!

Avatar: Er... sweetie?

Noire: Bwa ha ha! Such trifling matters cannot free the waters of my icy ducts, mortal! The only dribbling here is the unseemly nose flood seeping from your craven face!

Avatar: Noire?! What are you...

Noire: *Ahem* ...I'm sorry, Father. I think I need to step out and clear my head...

Avatar: Noire, wait! There's no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*

A Support

Avatar: Do you have a moment, Noire?

Noire: Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?

Avatar: Have a look.

Noire: ...Eeeek! M-Mother's cursing implements! Gods, there's so many... Father, what are you planning to do to me?

Avatar: Ha ha, nothing to you, Noire. I confiscated these from your mother so she couldn't put any more weird hexes on you.

Noire: You... you took away Mother's tools? But... you never did anything like this before...

Avatar: Before, you said we couldn't change anything. That we're bound by fate. Well, I thought maybe I could lay that fear to rest. If I did something the future me couldn't, it would prove everything can change.

Noire: Hmm... I guess that's true. The father I knew wouldn't even get near these tools, let alone take them.

Avatar: I only changed because you came back to me. And together, we can change anything. All of us- you, me, your mother... everyone.

Noire: Just please don't ever leave me again.

Avatar: Nothing's taking me away from you again. Not even death.

Noire: That's... a little much, perhaps? But thanks.

Avatar: Hmm... Do you feel that? A sudden sense of foreboding; a fury rising from the shadows... A Risen ambush? No... Bears? Is it bears? No... Urk! I-it's your mother! And she's FURIOUS!

Noire: She must have realized you took all her toys.

Avatar: Yikes! I'd better get outta here before I test that whole "not even death" promise... Bye, Noire! Love you!

Noire: Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for the better!

Avatar (F)

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

C Support

Noire: Avatar.

Avatar: Hello, Noire. What can I do for you?

Noire: Oh, nothing. I just wanted to get a good look at you up close.

Avatar: Er, well, all right, I suppose. Can I ask what you're looking for?

Noire: It's just that... you're so wonderful and amazing! *Sigh* I wish YOU were my mother.

Avatar: Noire! Tharja's a fine, young woman, and I'm sure she was... er, will be a fine mother.

Noire: I don't know. She hardly seems like the paragon of caring motherhood.

Avatar: Maybe you shouldn't hold her to such lofty standards. If you don't have an image of perfection, she'll seem a perfectly good candidate.

Noire: Yeaj, maybe. But I still think you'd be LEAGUES better! Anyway, so I was wondering... Do you mind if I call you mom?

Avatar: Um... Er... I don't...

Noire: You're going to say no, aren't you?

Avatar: I just think it would be... strange. People might get the wrong idea.

Noire: *Sniff*

Avatar: Oh, for pity's sake, don't look at me with those woebegone eyes! Look, you can't call me mom, but if you want to hang around me, that's fine.

Noire: Really! Gosh, thanks SO much! I'll definitely start doing that!

Avatar: Methinks there's more to this than she's letting on...

B Support

Noire: H-hi, Avatar. Do you mind if I stand close to you again?

Avatar: No. I suppose not. But are you ever going to tell me what this whole mom thing is about?

Noire: It's just that you're so strong and kind and charismatic. You're a true leader borh on and off the battlefield. You have this kindly maternal aura that cocoons everyone who comes near. But you also have a calm, commanding presence that makes people feel safe. You're like a mother to this whole entire army, Avatar!

Avatar: Gracious! I don't think I've ever been paid such an extravagant compliment. But Noire, I'm still so young. I don't think I'm half the person you think I am.

Noire: You say you're young, but how can you know for sure? You have no memories at all, right? So who knows when you were born?

Avatar: Huh. Well, I suppose I could be an old crone and just not know it. At least I'm aging well.

Noire: Besides, it doesn't matter if you're old! ...At least not to me. I still think you're a perfect mother.

Avatar: Noire, what happened to Tharja in the future?

Noire: She died. Just like all the other mothers. Every last one of them.

Avatar: Gods have mercy...

Noire: A lot of fathers died first because they were on the front lines. Then the Risen started picking off the rest of us one by one.

Avatar: ...I see. That explains why you're seeking a new mother.

Noire: Yeah, I guess. Anyway, thanks for listening to me, Avatar. I'd... better go now.

Avatar: Oh, Noire...

A Support

Noire: Avatar. You're awake!

Avatar: Huh? Noire? Was I sleeping? ...Wait, where am I?

Noire: You're in the nursing tent. You collapsed all of a sudden. The healers say you have thin blood or something.

Avatar: Was it you who found and brought me here?

Noire: Yes. I haven't left your side since you arrived. I've spent a lot of time in this tent, so I kind of know how things work.

Avatar: Thank you for taking care of me.

Noire: Aw, you don't need to thank me. It was an honor.

Avatar: I've been working hard lately-perhaps the exhaustion is catching up to me. Still, I'll have to find a solution. I don't have the luxury of being ill!

Noire: Oh gods, I'm SO sorry! This is all my fault! It's because of me that you worked yourself to the point of collapse!

Avatar: Er, actually you didn't have anything to do with-

Noire: Yes, I did! Don't try to deny it! It's because I told you that you were like our mother, isn't it? You have to take care of yourself, Avatar! You have to! Don't take all of our burdens on your own shoulder.

Avatar: .....

Noire: And if you ever need a shoulder to lean on, you can just come talk to me.

Avatar: You really are a kind soul, Noire. I feel better already knowing that you're around to look after me.

Noire: Hee hee! Me too!

Avatar: It's strange to have a whole camp full of my very own grown-up children. But it's a wonderful feeling to have so many people that care for me.

Noire: We DO care for you! Especially me.

Frederick

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

C Support

Noire: *Sniff* *sniffle*
Frederick: Noire? What's wrong? Why are you crying?
Noire: *Sniff* I'm not... Mother cursed me to have a *sniff* runny nose for three days straight.
Frederick: That's...an oddly specific hex. Why would she do something like that?
Noire: It's nothing new. *sniffle* Mother is always trying out some new spell or another. Every time she comes up with one, she *sniiiff* uses me as her guinea pig.
Frederick: Poor dear... Here, take my handkerchief.
Noire: Th-thank you... *HOOONK!*
Frederick: I can't let you suffer like this for three whole days... Don't worry, Noire. I'll have a talk with your mother and get this cleared up.
Noire: Er...are you sure? That never really worked out for you in the future. Every time you talked back, Mother cursed you up to your eyeballs. ...Or sometimes she just cursed your eyeballs, and you cried yourself to sleep.
Frederick: That's...rather pathetic.
Noire: ...Yep. *sniff*
Frederick: B-but that was a different me, right? Just wait—I'll prove you can depend on me.
Noire: Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really can be different this time around. *sniiiff*

B Support

Frederick: *Sniff* I'm sorry, Noire... It would seem I've let you down... *sniff*
Noire: It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning... But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.
Frederick: I'm not crying. *sniff* Your mother hit me with a five-day runny-nose curse.
Noire: Just like before...
Frederick: Urgh... You did say this was how it played out in the future... *sniff* Well, look at the bright side—at least your hex is broken now. *sniffle*
Noire: Yep, juuust like before. You'd always come to my rescue by taking on Mother's curses yourself.
Frederick: I suppose some things were simply meant to be...
Noire: Maybe you're right. Maybe we're all fated to trace the same path as we did before...
Frederick: Hmm?
Noire: My coming back didn't change you, Father. So why should it change anything? It'll all happen again. My parents will die, and I'll be left alone... Why did I even bother coming back if it means watching my life fall apart again? Why... *sniff*
Frederick: *Sniff* Oh, don't cry, sweetheart.
Noire: FOOL! THESE ARE NO TEARS!
Frederick: Er...sweetheart?
Noire: Bwa ha ha! Such trifling matters cannot free the waters of my icy ducts, mortal! The only dribbling here is the unseemly nose flood seeping from your craven face!
Frederick: Noire?! What are you...
Noire: *Ahem* ...I'm sorry, Father. I think I need to step out and clear my head...
Frederick: Noire, wait! There's no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*

A Support

Frederick: Do you have a moment, Noire?
Noire: Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?
Frederick: Have a look.
Noire: ...Eeeek! M-Mother's cursing implements! Gods, there's so many... Father, what are you planning to do to me?
Frederick: Ha ha, nothing to you, Noire. I confiscated these from your mother so she couldn't put any more weird hexes on you.
Noire: You...you took away Mother's tools? But...you never did anything like this before...
Frederick: Before, you said we couldn't change anything. That we're bound by fate. I thought perhaps I could try and lay that fear to rest. If I did something the future me couldn't, it would prove everything can change.
Noire: Hmm... I guess that's true. The father I knew wouldn't even get near these tools, let alone take them.
Frederick: I only changed because you came back to me. And together, we can change anything. All of us—you, me, your mother...everyone.
Noire: Just please don't ever leave me again.
Frederick: Nothing's taking me away from you again. Not even death.
Noire: That's...a little much, perhaps? But thanks.
Frederick: Hmm... Do you feel that? A sudden sense of foreboding; a fury rising from the shadows... A Risen ambush? No... Bears? Is it bears? No... Urk! I-it's your mother! And she's FURIOUS!
Noire: She must have realized you took all her toys.
Frederick: *Sigh* I'd better disappear before I test that whole "not even death" promise... Bye, Noire! Love you!
Noire: Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for the better!

Virion

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

C Support

Noire: *Sniff* *sniffle*
Virion: Noire? Good heavens, what is it? Why are you crying?
Noire: *Sniff* I'm not... Mother cursed me to have a *sniff* runny nose for three days straight.
Virion: That is an...oddly specific hex. But wait, why would she do that in the first place?
Noire: It's nothing new. *sniffle* Mother is always trying out some new spell or another. Every time she comes up with one, she *sniiiff* uses me as her guinea pig.
Virion: Poor dear! Here, take my handkerchief.
Noire: Th-thank you... *HOOONK!*
Virion: I can't let you suffer like this for three whole days... Don't worry, Noire. I'll have a talk with your mother and get this cleared up.
Noire: Er...are you sure? That never really worked out for you in the future. Every time you talked back, Mother cursed you up to your eyeballs. ...Or sometimes she just cursed your eyeballs, and you cried yourself to sleep.
Virion: Oh, dear. That's...rather pathetic.
Noire: ...Yep. *sniff*
Virion: B-but that was a different me. Just wait—I shall prove my worth to you anew!
Noire: Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really can be different this time around. *sniiiff*

B Support

Virion: *Sniff* Gods, how embarrassing. Especially for a noble like myself... *sniff*
Noire: It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning... But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.
Virion: I'm not crying. *sniff* Your mother hit me with a five-day runny-nose curse.
Noire: Just like before...
Virion: Urgh... You did say this was how it played out in the future... *sniff* Well, look at the bright side—at least I broke your hex. *sniffle*
Noire: Yep, juuust like before. You'd always come to my rescue by taking on Mother's curses yourself.
Virion: Perhaps some things were simply meant to be...
Noire: Maybe you're right. Maybe we're all fated to trace the same path as we did before...
Virion: Hmm?
Noire: My coming back didn't change you, Father. So why should it change anything? It'll all happen again. My parents will die, and I'll be left alone... Why did I even bother coming back if it means watching my life fall apart again? Why... *sniff*
Virion: *Sniff* Oh, don't cry, my dear.
Noire: FOOL! THESE ARE NO TEARS!
Virion: Er...my dear?
Noire: Bwa ha ha! Such trifling matters cannot free the waters of my icy ducts, mortal! The only dribbling here is the unseemly nose flood seeping from your craven face!
Virion: Noire?! What are you...
Noire: *Ahem* ...I'm sorry, Father. I think I need to step out and clear my head...
Virion: Noire, wait! There's no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*

A Support

Virion: Do you have a moment, Noire?
Noire: Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?
Virion: Have a look.
Noire: ...Eeeek! M-Mother's cursing implements! Gods, there's so many... Father, what are you planning to do to me?
Virion: Ha ha, nothing to you, Noire. I confiscated these from your mother so she couldn't put any more weird hexes on you.
Noire: You...you took away Mother's tools? But...you never did anything like this before...
Virion: Before, you said we couldn't change anything. That we're bound by fate. Well, I thought maybe I could lay that fear to rest. If I did something the future me couldn't, it would prove everything can change.
Noire: Hmm... I guess that's true. The father I knew wouldn't even get near these tools, let alone take them.
Virion: I only changed because you came back to me. And together, we can change anything. All of us—you, me, your mother...everyone.
Noire: Just please don't ever leave me again.
Virion: Nothing's taking me away from you again. Not even death!
Noire: That's...a little much, perhaps? But thanks.
Virion: Wait... Do you feel that? A sudden sense of foreboding; a fury rising from the shadows... A Risen ambush? No... Bears? Is it bears? No... Gods! I-it's your mother! And she's FURIOUS!
Noire: She must have realized you took all her toys.
Virion: I had better make my escape before I put that "not even death" promise to the test... Farewell, Noire! Love you!
Noire: Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for the better!

Vaike

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

C Support

Noire: *Sniff* *sniffle*
Vaike: Noire? What's wrong? Why are ya cryin'?
Noire: *Sniff* I'm not... Mother cursed me to have a *sniff* runny nose for three days straight.
Vaike: What the heck? Why would she do somethin' like that?
Noire: It's nothing new. *sniffle* Mother is always trying out some new spell or another. Every time she comes up with one, she *sniiiff* uses me as her guinea pig.
Vaike: Poor kid. Here, blow your nose in my hanky.
Noire: Th-thank you... *HOOONK!*
Vaike: Well, I can't let ya suffer like this for three whole days. The Vaike's gonna go have a talk with your mother and get this cleared up!
Noire: Er...are you sure? That never really worked out for you in the future. Every time you talked back, Mother cursed you up to your eyeballs. ...Or sometimes she just cursed your eyeballs, and you cried yourself to sleep.
Vaike: Gods. That's...kind of pathetic.
Noire: ...Yep. *sniff*
Vaike: B-but that was a different me, right? Just wait—I'll prove ya can depend on me!
Noire: Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really can be different this time around. *sniiiff*

B Support

Vaike: *Sniff* Sorry, Noire... Looks like the Vaike letcha down... *sniff*
Noire: It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning... But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.
Vaike: I ain't cryin'. *sniff* Your mother hit me with a five-day runny-nose curse.
Noire: Just like before...
Vaike: Urgh... Ya did say this was how it played out in the future... *sniff* But hey, at least your hex is broken now, right? *sniffle*
Noire: Yep, juuust like before. You'd always come to my rescue by taking on Mother's curses yourself.
Vaike: I guess some things were just meant to be...
Noire: Maybe you're right. Maybe we're all fated to trace the same path as we did before...
Vaike: Muh?
Noire: My coming back didn't change you, Father. So why should it change anything? It'll all happen again. My parents will die, and I'll be left alone... Why did I even bother coming back if it means watching my life fall apart again? Why... *sniff*
Vaike: *Sniff* Aw, don't cry, sweet cheeks.
Noire: FOOL! THESE ARE NO TEARS!
Vaike: Er...sweet cheeks?
Noire: Bwa ha ha! Such trifling matters cannot free the waters of my icy ducts, mortal! The only dribbling here is the unseemly nose flood seeping from your craven face!
Vaike: Noire?! What in blazes...?
Noire: *Ahem* ...I'm sorry, Father. I think I need to step out and clear my head...
Vaike: Noire, wait! Ain't no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*

A Support

Vaike: Ya got a moment, Noire?
Noire: Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?
Vaike: Take a look.
Noire: ...Eeeek! M-Mother's cursing implements! Gods, there's so many... Father, what are you planning to do to me?
Vaike: Ha ha! A whole lotta nothin'! I stole these from your mother so she couldn't put any more weird hexes on ya.
Noire: You...you took away Mother's tools? But...you never did anything like this before...
Vaike: Before, ya said we couldn't change anything. That we're bound by fate. Well, I thought maybe I could lay that fear to rest. If I did something the future me couldn't, it would prove everything can change.
Noire: Hmm... I guess that's true. The father I knew wouldn't even get near these tools, let alone take them.
Vaike: I only changed because ya came back to me. And together, we can change anything. All of us—you, me, your mother...everyone.
Noire: Just please don't ever leave me again.
Vaike: Nothing's takin' me away from ya again. Not even death!
Noire: That's...a little much, perhaps? But thanks.
Vaike: ...Hey, you feel that? That sudden sense of darkness and foreboding... A Risen ambush? No... Bears? Is it bears? No... Yikes! It's your mother! And she's FURIOUS!
Noire: She must have realized you took all her toys.
Vaike: I'd better make tracks before I put that "not even death" promise to the test... See ya, sweet cheeks! Love ya!
Noire: Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for the better!

Stahl

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

C Support

Noire: *Sniff* *sniffle*
Stahl: Noire? What's wrong? Why are you crying?
Noire: *Sniff* I'm not... Mother cursed me to have a *sniff* runny nose for three days straight.
Stahl: That's...an oddly specific hex. But wait, why would she do that in the first place?
Noire: It's nothing new. *sniffle* Mother is always trying out some new spell or another. Every time she comes up with one, she *sniiiff* uses me as her guinea pig.
Stahl: Poor dear... Here, take my handkerchief.
Noire: Th-thank you... *HOOONK!*
Stahl: I can't let you suffer like this for three whole days... Don't worry, Noire. I'll have a talk with your mother and get this cleared up.
Noire: Er...are you sure? That never really worked out for you in the future. Every time you talked back, Mother cursed you up to your eyeballs. ...Or sometimes she just cursed your eyeballs, and you cried yourself to sleep.
Stahl: Ouch. That's...kind of pathetic.
Noire: ...Yep. *sniff*
Stahl: B-but that was a different me, right? Just wait—I'll prove you can depend on me!
Noire: Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really can be different this time around. *sniiiff*

B Support

Stahl: *Sniff* I'm sorry, Noire... I feel like I really let you down... *sniff*
Noire: It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning... But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.
Stahl: I'm not crying. *sniff* Your mother hit me with a five-day runny-nose curse.
Noire: Just like before...
Stahl: Urgh... You did say this was how it played out in the future... *sniff* Well, look at the bright side—at least your hex is broken now. *sniffle*
Noire: Yep, juuust like before. You'd always come to my rescue by taking on Mother's curses yourself.
Stahl: I guess some things were simply meant to be...
Noire: Maybe you're right. Maybe we're all fated to trace the same path as we did before...
Stahl: Hmm?
Noire: My coming back didn't change you, Father. So why should it change anything? It'll all happen again. My parents will die, and I'll be left alone... Why did I even bother coming back if it means watching my life fall apart again? Why... *sniff*
Stahl: *Sniff* Oh, don't cry, dear.
Noire: FOOL! THESE ARE NO TEARS!
Stahl: Er...dear?
Noire: Bwa ha ha! Such trifling matters cannot free the waters of my icy ducts, mortal! The only dribbling here is the unseemly nose flood seeping from your craven face!
Stahl: Noire?! What are you...
Noire: *Ahem* ...I'm sorry, Father. I think I need to step out and clear my head...
Stahl: Noire, wait! There's no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*

A Support

Stahl: Do you have a moment, Noire?
Noire: Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?
Stahl: Have a look.
Noire: ...Eeeek! M-Mother's cursing implements! Gods, there's so many... Father, what are you planning to do to me?
Stahl: Hah, nothing to you, Noire. I confiscated these from your mother so she couldn't put any more weird hexes on you.
Noire: You...you took away Mother's tools? But...you never did anything like this before...
Stahl: Before, you said we couldn't change anything. That we're bound by fate. Well, I thought maybe I could lay that fear to rest. If I did something the future me couldn't, it would prove everything can change.
Noire: Hmm... I guess that's true. The father I knew wouldn't even get near these tools, let alone take them.
Stahl: I only changed because you came back to me. And together, we can change anything. All of us—you, me, your mother...everyone.
Noire: Just please don't ever leave me again.
Stahl: Nothing's taking me away from you again. Not even death.
Noire: That's...a little much, perhaps? But thanks.
Stahl: Wait... Do you feel that? A sudden sense of foreboding; a fury rising from the shadows... A Risen ambush? No... Bears? Is it bears? No... Urk! I-it's your mother! And she's FURIOUS!
Noire: She must have realized you took all her toys.
Stahl: Uh-oh. I'd better get outta here before I test that whole "not even death" promise... Bye, Noire! Love you!
Noire: Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for the better!

Kellam

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

C Support

Noire: *Sniff* *sniffle*
Kellam: Noire? What's wrong? Why are you crying?
Noire: *Sniff* I'm not... Mother cursed me to have a *sniff* runny nose for three days straight.
Kellam: That's...an oddly specific hex. But wait, why would she do that in the first place?
Noire: It's nothing new. *sniffle* Mother is always trying out some new spell or another. Every time she comes up with one, she *sniiiff* uses me as her guinea pig.
Kellam: Poor dear... Here, take my handkerchief.
Noire: Th-thank you... *HOOONK!*
Kellam: I can't let you suffer like this for three whole days... Don't worry, Noire. I'll have a talk with your mother and get this cleared up.
Noire: Er...are you sure? That never really worked out for you in the future. Every time you talked back, Mother cursed you up to your eyeballs. ...Or sometimes she just cursed your eyeballs, and you cried yourself to sleep.
Kellam: Gosh, that's...kind of pathetic...
Noire: ...Yep. *sniff*
Kellam: B-but that was a different me, right? Just wait—I'll prove you can depend on me!
Noire: Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really can be different this time around. *sniiiff*

B Support

Kellam: *Sniff* I'm sorry, Noire... I feel like I really let you down... *sniff*
Noire: It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning... But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.
Kellam: I'm not crying. *sniff* Your mother hit me with a five-day runny-nose curse.
Noire: Just like before...
Kellam: Urgh... You did say this was how it played out in the future... *sniff* Well, look at the bright side—at least your hex is broken now. *sniffle*
Noire: Yep, juuust like before. You'd always come to my rescue by taking on Mother's curses yourself.
Kellam: I guess some things were simply meant to be...
Noire: Maybe you're right. Maybe we're all fated to trace the same path as we did before...
Kellam: Hmm?
Noire: My coming back didn't change you, Father. So why should it change anything? It'll all happen again. My parents will die, and I'll be left alone... Why did I even bother coming back if it means watching my life fall apart again? Why... *sniff*
Kellam: *Sniff* Oh, don't cry, sweetie...
Noire: FOOL! THESE ARE NO TEARS!
Kellam: Er...sweetie?
Noire: Bwa ha ha! Such trifling matters cannot free the waters of my icy ducts, mortal! The only dribbling here is the unseemly nose flood seeping from your craven face!
Kellam: Noire?! What are you...
Noire: *Ahem* ...I'm sorry, Father. I think I need to step out and clear my head...
Kellam: Noire, wait! There's no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*

A Support

Kellam: Do you have a moment, Noire?
Noire: Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?
Kellam: Have a look.
Noire: ...Eeeek! M-Mother's cursing implements! Gods, there's so many... Father, what are you planning to do to me?
Kellam: Hah, nothing to you, Noire. I confiscated these from your mother so she couldn't put any more weird hexes on you.
Noire: You...you took away Mother's tools? But...you never did anything like this before...
Kellam: Before, you said we couldn't change anything. That we're bound by fate. Well, I thought maybe I could lay that fear to rest... If I did something the future me couldn't, it would prove everything can change.
Noire: Hmm... I guess that's true. The father I knew wouldn't even get near these tools, let alone take them.
Kellam: I only changed because you came back to me... And together, we can change anything. All of us—you, me, your mother...everyone.
Noire: Just please don't ever leave me again.
Kellam: Nothing's taking me away from you again. Not even death.
Noire: That's...a little much, perhaps? But thanks.
Kellam: Wait... Do you feel that? A sudden sense of foreboding; a fury rising from the shadows... A Risen ambush? No... Bears? Is it bears? No... Urk! I-it's your mother! And she's FURIOUS!
Noire: She must have realized you took all her toys.
Kellam: Oh, man... I'd better get outta here before I test that whole "not even death" promise... Bye, Noire! Love you!
Noire: Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for the better!

Lon'qu

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

C Support

Noire: *Sniff* *sniffle*
Lon'qu: What's wrong? Why are you crying?
Noire: *Sniff* I'm not... Mother cursed me to have a *sniff* runny nose for three days straight.
Lon'qu: That's an...odd hex. Why would she do something like that?
Noire: It's nothing new. *sniffle* Mother is always trying out some new spell or another. Every time she comes up with one, she *sniiiff* uses me as her guinea pig.
Lon'qu: Heh. Here, take my handkerchief.
Noire: Th-thank you... *HOOONK!*
Lon'qu: I can't let you suffer like this for three whole days... I'll have a talk with your mother and get this cleared up.
Noire: Er...are you sure? That never really worked out for you in the future. Every time you talked back, Mother cursed you up to your eyeballs. ...Or sometimes she just cursed your eyeballs, and you cried yourself to sleep.
Lon'qu: That's...kind of pathetic.
Noire: ...Yep. *sniff*
Lon'qu: B-but that was a different me. Just wait—I shall prove my worth to you!
Noire: Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really can be different this time around. *sniiiff*

B Support

Lon'qu: *Sniff* I'm sorry, Noire... It seems I let you down... *sniff*
Noire: It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning... But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.
Lon'qu: I'm not crying. *sniff* Your mother hit me with a five-day runny-nose curse.
Noire: Just like before...
Lon'qu: Urgh... You did say this was how it played out in the future... *sniff* But hey—at least your hex is broken now. *sniffle*
Noire: Yep, juuust like before. You'd always come to my rescue by taking on Mother's curses yourself.
Lon'qu: I guess some things were simply meant to be...
Noire: Maybe you're right. Maybe we're all fated to trace the same path as we did before...
Lon'qu: ......
Noire: My coming back didn't change you, Father. So why should it change anything? It'll all happen again. My parents will die, and I'll be left alone... Why did I even bother coming back if it means watching my life fall apart again? Why... *sniff*
Lon'qu: *Sniff* Don't cry, Noire.
Noire: FOOL! THESE ARE NO TEARS!
Lon'qu: Er...Noire?
Noire: Bwa ha ha! Such trifling matters cannot free the waters of my icy ducts, mortal! The only dribbling here is the unseemly nose flood seeping from your craven face!
Lon'qu: Noire?! What are you...
Noire: *Ahem* ...I'm sorry, Father. I think I need to step out and clear my head...
Lon'qu: Noire, wait! There's no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*

A Support

Lon'qu: Do you have a moment, Noire?
Noire: Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?
Lon'qu: Have a look.
Noire: ...Eeeek! M-Mother's cursing implements! Gods, there's so many... Father, what are you planning to do to me?
Lon'qu: Heh, nothing to you, Noire. I confiscated these from your mother so she couldn't put any more hexes on you.
Noire: You...you took away Mother's tools? But...you never did anything like this before...
Lon'qu: Before, you said we couldn't change anything. That we're bound by fate. Well, I thought I might lay that fear to rest. If I did something the future me couldn't, it would prove everything can change.
Noire: Hmm... I guess that's true. The father I knew wouldn't even get near these tools, let alone take them.
Lon'qu: I only changed because you came back to me. And together, we can change anything. All of us. You, me, your mother...everyone.
Noire: Just please don't ever leave me again.
Lon'qu: Nothing's taking me away from you again. Not even death.
Noire: That's...a little much, perhaps? But thanks.
Lon'qu: ...Do you feel that? A sudden sense of foreboding; a fury rising from the shadows... A Risen ambush? No... Bears, perhaps? Is it bears? No... Urk! I-it's your mother! And she's FURIOUS!
Noire: She must have realized you took all her toys.
Lon'qu: Gods. I'd better leave before I test that whole "not even death" promise... I'll see you later, Noire.
Noire: Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for the better!

Ricken

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

C Support

Noire: *Sniff* *sniffle*
Ricken: Noire? What's wrong? Why are you crying?
Noire: *Sniff* I'm not... Mother cursed me to have a *sniff* runny nose for three days straight.
Ricken: That's an awfully strange hex... But wait, why would she do that in the first place?
Noire: It's nothing new. *sniffle* Mother is always trying out some new spell or another. Every time she comes up with one, she *sniiiff* uses me as her guinea pig.
Ricken: That's terrible! Here, take my handkerchief.
Noire: Th-thank you... *HOOONK!*
Ricken: I can't let you suffer like this for three whole days... Don't worry, Noire. I'll have a talk with your mother and get this cleared up.
Noire: Er...are you sure? That never really worked out for you in the future. Every time you talked back, Mother cursed you up to your eyeballs. ...Or sometimes she just cursed your eyeballs, and you cried yourself to sleep.
Ricken: Gosh, that's...kind of pathetic.
Noire: ...Yep. *sniff*
Ricken: B-but that was a different me, right? Just wait—I'll prove you can depend on me!
Noire: Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really can be different this time around. *sniiiff*

B Support

Ricken: *Sniff* I'm sorry, Noire... I feel like I really let you down... *sniff*
Noire: It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning... But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.
Ricken: I'm not crying. *sniff* Your mother hit me with a five-day runny-nose curse.
Noire: Just like before...
Ricken: Urgh... You did say this was how it played out in the future... *sniff* But look at the bright side—at least your hex is broken now! *sniffle*
Noire: Yep, juuust like before. You'd always come to my rescue by taking on Mother's curses yourself.
Ricken: I guess some things were just meant to be...
Noire: Maybe you're right. Maybe we're all fated to trace the same path as we did before...
Ricken: Hmm?
Noire: My coming back didn't change you, Father. So why should it change anything? It'll all happen again. My parents will die, and I'll be left alone... Why did I even bother coming back if it means watching my life fall apart again? Why... *sniff*
Ricken: *Sniff* Aw, don't cry, kiddo.
Noire: FOOL! THESE ARE NO TEARS!
Ricken: Er...kiddo?
Noire: Bwa ha ha! Such trifling matters cannot free the waters of my icy ducts, mortal! The only dribbling here is the unseemly nose flood seeping from your craven face!
Ricken: Noire?! What are you...
Noire: *Ahem* ...I'm sorry, Father. I think I need to step out and clear my head...
Ricken: Noire, wait! There's no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*

A Support

Ricken: Do you have a minute, Noire?
Noire: Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?
Ricken: Have a look.
Noire: ...Eeeek! M-Mother's cursing implements! Gods, there's so many... Father, what are you planning to do to me?
Ricken: Ha ha, nothing to you, Noire. I swiped these from your mother so she couldn't put any more weird hexes on you.
Noire: You...you took away Mother's tools? But...you never did anything like this before...
Ricken: Before, you said we couldn't change anything. That we're bound by fate. Well, I thought maybe I could lay that fear to rest. If I did something the future me couldn't, it would prove everything can change.
Noire: Hmm... I guess that's true. The father I knew wouldn't even get near these tools, let alone take them.
Ricken: I only changed because you came back to me. And together, we can change anything. All of us—you, me, your mother...everyone.
Noire: Just please don't ever leave me again.
Ricken: Nothing's taking me away from you again. Not even death!
Noire: That's...a little much, perhaps? But thanks.
Ricken: Wait... Do you feel that? A sudden sense of foreboding; a fury rising from the shadows... A Risen ambush? No... Bears? Is it bears? No... Urk! I-it's your mother! And she's FURIOUS!
Noire: She must have realized you took all her toys.
Ricken: Yikes! I'd better get outta here before I test that whole "not even death" promise... Bye, Noire! Love you!
Noire: Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for the better!

Gaius

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

C Support

Noire: *Sniff* *sniffle*
Gaius: Noire? What's wrong? Why are you crying?
Noire: *Sniff* I'm not... Mother cursed me to have a *sniff* runny nose for three days straight.
Gaius: That's an awfully specific hex. But wait, why would she do that in the first place?
Noire: It's nothing new. *sniffle* Mother is always trying out some new spell or another. Every time she comes up with one, she *sniiiff* uses me as her guinea pig.
Gaius: Heh, poor kid... Here, take this candy wrapper.
Noire: Th-thank you... *HOOONK!*
Gaius: I can't let you suffer like this for three whole days... Don't worry, Noire. I'll have a talk with your mother and get this cleared up.
Noire: Er...are you sure? That never really worked out for you in the future. Every time you talked back, Mother cursed you up to your eyeballs. ...Or sometimes she just cursed your eyeballs, and you cried yourself to sleep.
Gaius: Damn, that's...kind of pathetic.
Noire: ...Yep. *sniff*
Gaius: Well, whatever. That was a different me. Just wait—I'll prove I'm dependable!
Noire: Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really can be different this time around. *sniiiff*

B Support

Gaius: *Sniff* Sorry, Noire... Looks like I let you down... *sniff*
Noire: It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning... But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.
Gaius: I'm not crying! *sniff* Your mother hit me with a five-day runny-nose curse...
Noire: Just like before...
Gaius: Urgh... You did say this was how it played out in the future... *sniff* Well, look at the bright side—at least your hex is broken now. *sniffle*
Noire: Yep, juuust like before. You'd always come to my rescue by taking on Mother's curses yourself.
Gaius: I guess some things were just meant to be...
Noire: Maybe you're right. Maybe we're all fated to trace the same path as we did before...
Gaius: Huh?
Noire: My coming back didn't change you, Father. So why should it change anything? It'll all happen again. My parents will die, and I'll be left alone... Why did I even bother coming back if it means watching my life fall apart again? Why... *sniff*
Gaius: *Sniff* Hey, don't cry, cupcake.
Noire: FOOL! THESE ARE NO TEARS!
Gaius: Er...cupcake?
Noire: Bwa ha ha! Such trifling matters cannot free the waters of my icy ducts, mortal! The only dribbling here is the unseemly nose flood seeping from your craven face!
Gaius: Noire?! What in blazes...
Noire: *Ahem* ...I'm sorry, Father. I think I need to step out and clear my head...
Gaius: Noire, wait! There's no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*

A Support

Gaius: Got a minute, Noire?
Noire: Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?
Gaius: Have a look.
Noire: ...Eeeek! M-Mother's cursing implements! Gods, there's so many... Father, what are you planning to do to me?
Gaius: Heh, nothing to you, Noire. I swiped these from your mother so she couldn't put any more weird hexes on you.
Noire: You...you took away Mother's tools? But...you never did anything like this before...
Gaius: Before, you said we couldn't change anything. That we're bound by fate. Well, I thought I'd see if I couldn't lay that fear to rest. If I did something the future me couldn't, it would prove everything can change.
Noire: Hmm... I guess that's true. The father I knew wouldn't even get near these tools, let alone take them.
Gaius: I only changed because you came back to me. And together, we can change anything. All of us—you, me, your mother...everyone.
Noire: Just please don't ever leave me again.
Gaius: Nothing's taking me away from you again. Not even death!
Noire: That's...a little much, perhaps? But thanks.
Gaius: Wait... Do you feel that? A sudden sense of foreboding; a fury rising from the shadows... A Risen ambush? No... Bears? Is it bears? No... Urk! I-it's your mother! And she's FURIOUS!
Noire: She must have realized you took all her toys.
Gaius: Drat, I'd better get outta here before I test that whole "not even death" promise... See ya, Noire! Love you!
Noire: Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for the better!

Gregor

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

C Support

Noire: *Sniff* *sniffle*
Gregor: Noire? What is wrong? Why do you make with the crying?
Noire: *Sniff* I'm not... Mother cursed me to have a *sniff* runny nose for three days straight.
Gregor: Oy! What a horrible night to have curse, yes?
Noire: It's nothing new. *sniffle* Mother is always trying out some new spell or another. Every time she comes up with one, she *sniiiff* uses me as her guinea pig.
Gregor: Poor child... Here, take Gregor's handkerchief.
Noire: Th-thank you... *HOOONK!*
Gregor: Gregor cannot let you suffer like this for three whole days... Do not worry. He will go talk with mother and fix situation.
Noire: Er...are you sure? That never really worked out for you in the future. Every time you talked back, Mother cursed you up to your eyeballs. ...Or sometimes she just cursed your eyeballs, and you cried yourself to sleep.
Gregor: Oy! Future Gregor sound like pathetic man-child!
Noire: ...Yep. *sniff*
Gregor: But that was different Gregor, yes? THIS Gregor much more dependingable!
Noire: Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really can be different this time around. *sniiiff*

B Support

Gregor: *Sniff* Gregor is sorry, Noire... Plan was big failure... *sniff*
Noire: It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning... But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.
Gregor: G-Gregor not crying! *sniff* Gregor hit with five-day running-nose curse...
Noire: Just like before...
Gregor: Oy... You did say this how it played out in bleak, terrible future... *sniff* But look at brightest side—at least hex is broken now, yes? *sniffle*
Noire: Yep, juuust like before. You'd always come to my rescue by taking on Mother's curses yourself.
Gregor: Perhaps some things were simply meant to be...
Noire: Maybe you're right. Maybe we're all fated to trace the same path as we did before...
Gregor: Hmm?
Noire: My coming back didn't change you, Father. So why should it change anything? It'll all happen again. My parents will die, and I'll be left alone... Why did I even bother coming back if it means watching my life fall apart again? Why... *sniff*
Gregor: *Sniff* Oy, do not cry, pumpkin.
Noire: FOOL! THESE ARE NO TEARS!
Gregor: Er...pumpkin?
Noire: Bwa ha ha! Such trifling matters cannot free the waters of my icy ducts, mortal! The only dribbling here is the unseemly nose flood seeping from your craven face!
Gregor: Oy! Why you make with the yelling and the screaming and so forth?!
Noire: *Ahem* ...I'm sorry, Father. I think I need to step out and clear my head...
Gregor: Noire, wait! Is no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*

A Support

Gregor: Hello, Noire. You have moment, yes?
Noire: Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?
Gregor: Here, have a look.
Noire: ...Eeeek! M-Mother's cursing implements! Gods, there's so many... Father, what are you planning to do to me?
Gregor: Ho ho! Nothing to Noire, of course. Gregor take these from mother so she not put weird hex on you again.
Noire: You...you took away Mother's tools? But...you never did anything like this before...
Gregor: You said we could change nothing, yes? That we are bounded by the fate. But if Gregor do something future Gregor could not, then fate have no hold on life.
Noire: Hmm... I guess that's true. The father I knew wouldn't even get near these tools, let alone take them.
Gregor: Gregor only change because pumpkin came back to him. Together, we can change anything. All of us—you, me, mother...everyone!
Noire: Just please don't ever leave me again.
Gregor: Nothing will take Gregor away from you again. Not even death.
Noire: That's...a little much, perhaps? But thanks.
Gregor: Hmm... Gregor suddenly have strange feeling... Like fury rising from shadows... Is Risen ambush? No... Bears? Is bears? No... Urk! Is your mother! And she is FURIOUS!
Noire: She must have realized you took all her toys.
Gregor: Oy, this bad. Gregor best flee before testing "not even death" promise... Bye for now, Noire! Much love!
Noire: Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for the better!

Libra

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

C Support

Noire: *Sniff* *sniffle*
Libra: Noire? What's wrong? Why are you crying?
Noire: *Sniff* I'm not... Mother cursed me to have a *sniff* runny nose for three days straight.
Libra: By the gods, why would she do something like that?
Noire: It's nothing new. *sniffle* Mother is always trying out some new spell or another. Every time she comes up with one, she *sniiiff* uses me as her guinea pig.
Libra: Poor dear... Here, take my handkerchief.
Noire: Th-thank you... *HOOONK!*
Libra: I can't let you suffer like this for three whole days... Don't worry, Noire. I'll have a talk with your mother and get this cleared up.
Noire: Er...are you sure? That never really worked out for you in the future. Every time you talked back, Mother cursed you up to your eyeballs. ...Or sometimes she just cursed your eyeballs, and you cried yourself to sleep.
Libra: Oh dear. That's...rather pathetic.
Noire: ...Yep. *sniff*
Libra: B-but that was a different me, right? Just wait—I'll prove you can depend on me!
Noire: Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really can be different this time around. *sniiiff*

B Support

Libra: *Sniff* I'm sorry, Noire... I feel like I really let you down... *sniff*
Noire: It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning... But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.
Libra: I'm not crying. *sniff* Your mother hit me with a five-day runny-nose curse.
Noire: Just like before...
Libra: Urgh... You did say this was how it played out in the future... *sniff* Well, look at the bright side—at least your hex is broken now. *sniffle*
Noire: Yep, juuust like before. You'd always come to my rescue by taking on Mother's curses yourself.
Libra: I guess some things were simply meant to be...
Noire: Maybe you're right. Maybe we're all fated to trace the same path as we did before...
Libra: Hmm?
Noire: My coming back didn't change you, Father. So why should it change anything? It'll all happen again. My parents will die, and I'll be left alone... Why did I even bother coming back if it means watching my life fall apart again? Why... *sniff*
Libra: *Sniff* Oh, don't cry, love.
Noire: FOOL! THESE ARE NO TEARS!
Libra: Er...love?
Noire: Bwa ha ha! Such trifling matters cannot free the waters of my icy ducts, mortal! The only dribbling here is the unseemly nose flood seeping from your craven face!
Libra: Noire?! What are you...
Noire: *Ahem* ...I'm sorry, Father. I think I need to step out and clear my head...
Libra: Noire, wait! There's no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*

A Support

Libra: Do you have a moment, Noire?
Noire: Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?
Libra: Have a look.
Noire: ...Eeeek! M-Mother's cursing implements! Gods, there's so many... Father, what are you planning to do to me?
Libra: Hee hee, nothing to you, Noire. I confiscated these from your mother so she couldn't put any more weird hexes on you.
Noire: You...you took away Mother's tools? But...you never did anything like this before...
Libra: Before, you said we couldn't change anything. That we're bound by fate. Well, I thought maybe I could lay that fear to rest. If I did something the future me couldn't, it would prove everything can change.
Noire: Hmm... I guess that's true. The father I knew wouldn't even get near these tools, let alone take them.
Libra: I only changed because you came back to me. And together, we can change anything. All of us—you, me, your mother...everyone.
Noire: Just please don't ever leave me again.
Libra: Nothing's taking me away from you again. Not even death.
Noire: That's...a little much, perhaps? But thanks.
Libra: Wait... Do you feel that? A sudden sense of foreboding; a fury rising from the shadows... A Risen ambush? No... Bears? Is it bears? No... Urk! I-it's your mother! And she's FURIOUS!
Noire: She must have realized you took all her toys.
Libra: Oh, dear. I'd better get out of here before I test that whole "not even death" promise... Good-bye, Noire! Love you!
Noire: Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for the better!

Tharja

Noire	Support information:			Tharja
	C: 0 pts.	B: ? pts.	A: ? pts.

C Support

Tharja: You there.
Noire: Eep?! M-Mother! Did you need something?
Tharja: What were you doing in that last battle? Were you trying to distract me?
Noire: I... Did I? I'm sorry, I didn't intend to, I swear.
Tharja: You mirrored my every movement! It was like some bizarre curse.
Noire: Oh. That. Well, you see—
Tharja: Don't care. Doesn't matter. Just stop.
Noire: N-no, wait! It was force of habit!
Tharja: What...habit?
Noire: In the future, you were always too wrapped up in your research to teach me things. N-not that I blame you! I know you had your reasons... You were consumed with avenging Father, so you never had time to waste on me. But I wanted to help you, so I... I taught myself magic and dark arts by following your example.
Tharja: And that became a habit?
Noire: Er, well, yeah. I guess.
Tharja: Hmm...
Noire: O-oh! But if it's a distraction, I'll stop! I promise! So, um, it'd be really nice if maybe you didn't...put any weird curses on me?
Tharja: I see... Hmm... I'm thinking this could have its uses... Heh... Meh heh heh heh...
Noire: Eeeek!

B Support

Tharja: Why doesn't it work?! We're performing the rites in perfect sync!
Noire: Hmm... Still no use, then.
Tharja: "Still"?
Noire: Well, I've... I've never managed to actually place a hex on anyone... I can use dark magic in combat just fine. But the sorts of hexes you deal in, Mother—they've always been beyond me somehow.
Tharja: That makes no sense. You're able to mirror my actions perfectly.
Noire: True, but I can only mimic the form. Not the substance.
Tharja: It still doesn't make sense. But then again, none of this does. Why wouldn't my future self have taught you how to properly curse people? If I was swallowed up in research, I'd never turn away a useful assistant...
Noire: I'm not sure. I was pretty young.
Tharja: Hardly a problem. I was instructed in the dark arts from infancy. Even my umbilical cord was cut with a curse.
Noire: Ew, gross! What kind of weirdo curses a newborn baby?!
Tharja: Meh heh heh... Well, no matter. That just means it falls on me to shape you into something useful. Oh, and I shall teach you... Whether you wish it or not. Heh... Meh heh heh.
Noire: I'm s-scared, Mother... But I'll try to...do my best.
Tharja: Hmm, yes. Yes, you will...

A Support

Noire: I've assembled the last of the implements for the rite, Mother. I'm finally going to learn to cast hexes. I'll make a useful assistant yet, just watch!
Tharja: ......
Noire: Er, Mother?
Tharja: ...I've changed my mind. There will be no rite tonight.
Noire: What? But...
Tharja: I won't be teaching you the dark arts. Now put those implements away.
Noire: But why? Wh-what did I do? Do I lack the talent? Am I in your way?
Tharja: You have a frightening amount of talent. Your innate magical potential is vast. Even that talisman I made turned you into an entirely different person! One couldn't hope for a greater vessel to shape into a curse slinger. ...And you could never be in my way.
Noire: Then why?
Tharja: ...I think I've come to understand the motives of my future self.
Noire: What?
Tharja: I don't want you dealing in hexes. The dark arts carry with them tremendous risks. My future self knew as much...
Noire: You think that she was worried for my safety? That...she loved me?
Tharja: Can't say. Not about her, at least. ...But I love you, if that helps.
Noire: Mother...
Tharja: Just don't expect to me to say it often! ...Or maybe ever again. And just because hexes are off the table doesn't mean I have nothing to teach you. There are more ways than hexing to skin a cat. ...Or other things. Heh. So pay attention, and try to follow along.
Noire: Oh yes, ma'am!

Henry

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

C Support

Noire: *Sniff* *sniffle*
Henry: Hey-o, Noire! What's wrong? Why are you crying?
Noire: *Sniff* I'm not... Mother cursed me to have a *sniff* runny nose for three days straight.
Henry: Nya ha ha! I'd never inflict such a useless curse on someone!
Noire: It's nothing new. *sniffle* Mother is always trying out some new spell or another. Every time she comes up with one, she *sniiiff* uses me as her guinea pig.
Henry: Aw. Here, take my handkerchief.
Noire: Th-thank you... *HOOONK!*
Henry: Welp, I'm not exactly sure how to break a curse this strange, actually... But don't worry. I'll have a talk with your mother and get it cleared up.
Noire: Er...are you sure? That never really worked out for you in the future. Every time you talked back, Mother cursed you up to your eyeballs. ...Or sometimes she just cursed your eyeballs, and you cried yourself to sleep.
Henry: Nya ha! That's...kind of pathetic.
Noire: ...Yep. *sniff*
Henry: B-but that was a different me, right? Just wait—I'll prove you can depend on me!
Noire: Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really can be different this time around. *sniiiff*

B Support

Henry: *Sniff* I'm sorry, Noire... Seems like I really let you down... *sniff*
Noire: It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning... But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.
Henry: I'm not crying. *sniff* Your mother hit me with a five-day runny-nose curse.
Noire: Just like before...
Henry: Urgh... Guess you did say this was how it played out in the future... *sniff* But look at the bright side—at least your hex is broken now! *sniffle*
Noire: Yep, juuust like before. You'd always come to my rescue by taking on Mother's curses yourself.
Henry: I guess some things were just meant to be...
Noire: Maybe you're right. Maybe we're all fated to trace the same path as we did before...
Henry: Huh?
Noire: My coming back didn't change you, Father. So why should it change anything? It'll all happen again. My parents will die, and I'll be left alone... Why did I even bother coming back if it means watching my life fall apart again? Why... *sniff*
Henry: *Sniff* Hey, don't cry!
Noire: FOOL! THESE ARE NO TEARS!
Henry: Uh-oh. Here we go...
Noire: Bwa ha ha! Such trifling matters cannot free the waters of my icy ducts, mortal! The only dribbling here is the unseemly nose flood seeping from your craven face!
Henry: Er, Noire? Come back, Noire.
Noire: *Ahem* ...I'm sorry, Father. I think I need to step out and clear my head...
Henry: Noire, wait! There's no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*

A Support

Henry: Got a second, Noire?
Noire: Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?
Henry: Ta-daaa!
Noire: ...Eeeek! M-Mother's cursing implements! Gods, there's so many... Father, what are you planning to do to me?
Henry: Nya ha, nothing to you, Noire. I stole these from your mother so she couldn't put any more curses on you.
Noire: You...you took away Mother's tools? But...you never did anything like this before...
Henry: Before, you said we couldn't change anything. That we're bound by fate. Well, I thought maybe I could lay that fear to rest. If I did something the future me couldn't, it would prove everything can change!
Noire: Hmm... I guess that's true. The father I knew wouldn't even get near these tools, let alone take them.
Henry: I only changed because you came back to me, you know? And together, we can change anything. All of us—you, me, your mother...everyone.
Noire: Just please don't ever leave me again.
Henry: Nothing's taking me away from you again. ...Not even death.
Noire: That's...a little much, perhaps? But thanks.
Henry: Say, do you feel that? A sudden sense of foreboding? Fury rising from the shadows? A Risen ambush? No... Bears? Is it bears? No... Oh, gods! It's your mother! And she's FURIOUS!
Noire: She must have realized you took all her toys.
Henry: I'd better take off before I test that whole "not even death" promise! Nya ha! Bye for now, Noire!
Noire: Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for the better!