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

Avatar (M)

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

C Support

Avatar: Er, Panne?

Panne: What?

Avatar: Would you tell me more about the taguel? I barely know anything about them, and I thought... I mean, if you don't mind...

Panne: I do not.

Avatar: Wait, really?

Panne: No, I do not mind. Why do you doubt me?

Avatar: I don't know, I guess I just didn't imagine you saying yes so easily. I was all ready to argue my case. You kind of took the wind out of my sails.

Panne: Is it I who frighten you so, man-spawn? Or the fact that I am taguel?

Avatar: N-no, neither! Nothing like that. It's just... I thought you might not take kindly to me asking about your people. I know it was humans who killed them, after all.

Panne: Humans like you, yes. But not you. You do not bear the blame for what was done, so do not bear the guilt. Guilt creates distance. If you would learn of my people, cast it aside.

Avatar: All right.

Panne: Mmm. At last you are calm. Your heart has slowed.

Avatar: You can hear my heartbeat?

Panne: Lesson one—taguel have strong ears. A heart's beat always betrays its owner.

Avatar: Heh. Remind me never to play cards against you... Oh, I have a meeting, but I would love to know more... Can we talk again soon?

Panne: Of course. It is nice to find someone who is curious about my people.

B Support

Avatar: So, do all shape-shifters turn into rabbits, Panne?

Panne: No. There were others, far from here. Tribes of cat-wearers and bird-wearers.

Avatar: Whoa, I would have loved to see that... I bet they were so cuddly and cute! Er...sorry. I probably shouldn't call a race of proud warriors "cute."

Panne: They were not cute. At least, not like the rabbit-wearers are cute. But then, what is? Nothing.

Avatar: Heh heh, r-right. So, did you ever meet these other tribes yourself?

Panne: Long ago. How they fare now, I do not know. Perhaps they shared the same bloody fate as my own people...

Avatar: I... I didn't mean to...

Panne: I am sorry. There is no call for you to share in my gloom. So, another question?

Avatar: Oh... Um, well, what do you like to eat?

Panne: Taguel eat many things.

Avatar: No, I mean you, specifically. I'm on kitchen duty tonight—I'll cook whatever you want. It was my being nosy that made you sad, right? Let me cheer you back up!

Panne: You are...oddly kind.

Avatar: So, let me guess... Carrot stew?

Panne: ...How did you know?

Avatar: Ha ha, sorry! I know, just because you're a rabbit doesn't mean you... Wait, I was right?

A Support

Panne: *Sniff* Ah! Is that your famous carrot stew I smell? I hope you don't mind if I sneak a taste before dinner?

Avatar: No, Panne, wait! That's not for—

Panne: *Sluuuurp*

Avatar: ... Oh dear. I'm SO sorry, Panne, but I messed up the recipe on that batch. Everybody said it tasted...off. Well, actually they said it tasted like last month's dishwater, but...

Panne: It seems perfectly fine to me.

Avatar: ...You've got to be joking.

Panne: Taguel never joke about food. Nothing seems off here. It tastes exactly like every other time you have made it.

Avatar: It does?! You mean, ALL the stews tasted like this to you? And you ate them? Taguel taste buds must not work like ours. ...Or at all.

Panne: Would you mind if I had a bowl?

Avatar: Hey, take the whole pot if you want! No one else will touch the stuff.

Panne: Many thanks. You really are too kind, Avatar.

Avatar: Soup-er happy to hear you say that, Panne!

S Support

Panne: Mmm. That was excellent. Delicious as always, Avatar.

Avatar: Not a widely held opinion, but thanks.

Panne: That suits me just fine. I get your food all to myself. More warmth for me.

Avatar: I suppose it is warm, at least... Not a very high bar, is it?

Panne: No. Not that warmth. I mean it warms my heart. I had forgotten what that felt like. I was alone for so long...

Avatar: ......

Panne: ...Heh. I am being gloomy again. Forget I said anything.

Avatar: Panne, I... Here.

Panne: Wait, this is...?

Avatar: It's a ring, Panne. I want you to marry me.

Panne: ...Marry?

Avatar: Oh, well... Marriage is when two people promise to stay with each other for life. You mean so much to me. It tears me up to think of you being alone... You've had too much of that already. ...Let me be your family.

Panne: You would do that?

Avatar: If you'll let me, yes.

Panne: And I would never be alone again?

Avatar: Not for as long as I lived.

Panne: And will you cook for me every day?

Avatar: If you want, sure.

Panne: ...I knew you were kind, Avatar. But this... I'm happier than I believed possible! This is better than the first time I tried your carrot stew!

Avatar: Well I should HOPE I'm better than that!

Panne (Confession): To think that I might love a human. What a strange world this is.

Avatar (F)

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

C Support

Avatar: Er, Panne?

Panne: What?

Avatar: Would you tell me more about the taguel? I barely know a thing about them, and I thought... I mean, if you don't mind...

Panne: I do not.

Avatar: ...Wait, really?

Panne: No, I do not mind. Why do you doubt me?

Avatar: I don't know, I guess I just didn't imagine you saying yes so easily. I was all ready to argue my case. You kind of took the wind out of my sails.

Panne: Is it I who frighten you so, man-spawn? Or the fact I am taguel?

Avatar: N-no, neither! Nothing like that. It's just... I thought you might not take kindly to me asking about your people. I know it was humans like me who killed them, after all.

Panne: Humans like you, yes. But not you. You do not bear the blame for what was done, so do not bear the guilt. Guilt creates distance. If you would learn of my people, cast it aside.

Avatar: All right.

Panne: Mmm. At last you are calm. Your heart has slowed.

Avatar: You can hear my heartbeat?

Panne: Lesson one-taguel have strong ears. A heart's beat always betrays its owner.

Avatar: Heh. Remind me never to play cards against you... Oh, I have a meeting, but I would love to know more... Can we talk again soon?

Panne: Of course. It is nice to find someone who is curious about my people.

B Support

Avatar: So, do all shape-shifters turn into rabbits, Panne?

Panne: No. There were others, far from here. Tribes of cat-wearers and bird-wearers.

Avatar: Woah, I would have loved to see that... I bet they were so cuddly and cute! Er...sorry. I probably shouldn't call a race of proud warriors "cute."

Panne: They were not cute. At least, not like the rabbit-wearers are cute. But then, what is? Nothing.

Avatar: Heh heh, r-right. So, did you ever meet these tribes yourself?

Panne: Long ago. How they fare now, I do not know. Perhaps they shared the same bloody fate as my own people...

Avatar: I... I didn't mean to...

Panne: I am sorry. There is no call for you to share in my gloom. So, another question?

Avatar: Oh... Um, well, what do you like to eat?

Panne: Taguel eat many things.

Avatar: No, I mean you, specifically. I'm on kitchen duty tonight-I'll cook whatever you want. It was me being nosey that made you sad, right? Let me cheer you back up!

Panne: You are...oddly kind.

Avatar: So, let me guess... Carrot stew?

Panne: ...How did you know?

Avatar: Ha ha, sorry! I know, just because you're a rabbit doesn't mean you... Wait, I was right?

A Support

Panne: *Sniff* Ah! Is that your famous carrot stew I smell? I hope you don't mind if I sneak a taste before dinner?

Avatar: No, Panne, wait! That's not for-

Panne: *Sluuuurp*

Avatar: ...Oh dear. I'm SO sorry, Panne, but I messed up the recipe on that batch. Everybody said it tasted...off. Well, actually they said it tasted like last month's dishwater, but...

Panne: It seems perfectly fine to me.

Avatar: ...You've got to be joking.

Panne: Taguel never joke about food. Nothing seems off here. It tastes exactly the same as every other time you have made it.

Avatar: It does?! You mean, ALL the stews tasted like this to you? And you ate them? Taguel taste buds must not work like ours. ...Or at all.

Panne: Would you mind if I had a bowl?

Avatar: Hey, take the whole pot if you want! No one else will touch the stuff.

Panne: Many thanks. You really are too kind, Avatar.

Avatar: Soup-er happy to hear you say that, Panne!

Frederick

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

C Support

Frederick: Great paladin's helm! What manner of beast is that? Ah, hold. It's only Panne... But why is she prowling about in beast form? And why is she charging me?! BACK, FOUL BEAST! BACK, LEST MY SWORD TASTE YOUR-

Panne: *Pant, pant* F-finally! You are a hard one to catch, man-spawn.

Frederick: Why did you chase me down in beast form? I feared you were planning to eat me whole!

Panne: Running on four legs is much faster. ...Did i scare you?

Frederick: A knight does not know fear... This was more like surprise. Or perhaps alarm.

Panne: Lies! I hear your heart race even now! You were scared as a newborn pup. It is all right. You do not need to pretend for my sake. I have grown used to fear and ignorance from your kind.

Frederick: You mistake me, good lady. I hold no fear of the taguel. Behold what is in front of your eyes: are we not conversing as equals?

Panne: If this is true, then why were you scared?

Frederick: When i was but a young boy, I loved in a small village in the hills. One day i wandered into the forest, where i was set upon by a mountain wolf. My wounds were most grievous... many in the village doubted i would survive. When you came running, you reminded me of the beast that attacked me and... I apologize, good lady. I did not mean to offend with my actions.

Panne: I'm sorry, Frederick. I had no intention to remind you of such things. Would you prefer i avoided you on the field of battle?

Frederick: That is unnecessary. When in combat-

Panne: The enemy is before you and you lose all fear, yes? Spoken like a warrior.

Frederick: Yes. Although if you could avoid moving, that might help.

Panne: Yes, well i am sure i cou-wait, what?!

B Support

Panne: All right, Frederick. I'm in animal form. Now, how is it if i stand over here? I'm quite a long way from you.

Frederick: Yes. That's fine.

Panne: Good. Now, if i come a little closer...

Frederick:Y-yes, that's fine. ...i think.

Panne: And if i move a liiittle biiit cloooser...

Frederick: BEGONE, FOUL SHE-WITCH!

Panne: Ah. This appears to be the point where fear enters your veins.

Frederick: S-so it would seem. ...Er, and apologies once again. That reminds me: the other day you came to ask me a question. What was it?

Panne: Mmm... i do not remember.

Frederick: Blast. My craven reaction is the reason you cannot recall.

Panne: It cannot be important if i forgot so easily. But i have a new question: what will you do with this fear of yours? Will you live in terror of animals for the rest of your days?

Frederick: If i knew of some way to cure it, good lady, i would not hesitate to do so.

Panne: Perhaps i can help.

Frederick: T-truly?

Panne: Your friends accepted me into their warren, and one good deed deserves another.

Frederick: That is a very kind gesture... Very well. I accept whatever aid you may provide.

Panne: I hope you are prepared...

A Support

Panne: All right, let's try this yet again. No, if i stand here...

Frederick: ...... ......... NOT ONE STEP CLOSER, FOUL NETHER-CREATURE!

Panne: I think we might be stuck.

Frederick: I'm so very sorry. It's better than before, but i can't seem conquer this last bit.

Panne: Perhaps it's time to take your treatment to the next level.

Frederick: I'm not sure i approve of-

Panne: The next and final level.

Frederick: I DEFINITELY do not approve of-

Panne: GRAAAAAAAAGH!

Frederick: *Groan* Y-you...leapt upon me...

Panne: I had grown bored of walking around in the distance while you cursed me name. How are you feeling? Aren't you afraid?

Frederick: Strangely, no. I'm not afraid at all. God's I've never noticed how soft and beautiful your fur is...

Panne: Good. All cured.

Frederick: Yes, yes, of course. No more fear for... Oh, look at these floppy ears! They're so cute!

Panne: OUCH! Do NOT yank on my ears, man-spawn!

Frederick: Er, yes. Dreadfully sorry, my good lady.

S Support

Frederick: Panne, might i have a word?

Panne: What is it?

Frederick: I no longer fear your animal form, and for this i owe you a great debt.

Panne: Is this the part where you no longer need my services? Where you return me back to my rabbit hutch with an affectionate pat on the head?

Frederick: My good lady! You mustn't say suck a thing. even in jest. I am deeply, deeply indebted to you. And what's more i...brought you this.

Is this... Oh ho, it IS! It's a ring! Is this the man-spawn ritual where you ask me to be your mate and spit on all the others?

Frederick: Er, we usually speak of it in more poetic terms, but yes. It is. I am so deeply in love with you, Panne! Would you honor me by becoming my wife?

Panne: Your wife? Ha! I remember when you cowered at the sight of me! Perhaps i am moving up in the world. Oh, enough, Frederick. Do not make that sad face at me. I have grown fond of you for...some reason. And i would be proud to be your mate.

Frederick: Together we have conquered fear! What could possibly stop us?!

Panne: Heh, indeed. First, a bunny. Next, the world!

Virion

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

C Support

Panne: There is rain, but the sun shines still. ...Strange.
Virion: It's called a sun shower, my dear lady. Quite beautiful, in its own way.
Panne: That was not a question, man-spawn. And do not speak to me without cause.
Virion: And here I thought that was a natural entrée into civilized conversation. Ah, well. I've met many a lovely lady who built up high walls around her. ...And I've surmounted them all.
Panne: Perhaps I will stuff and mount you in my warren! If it is your aim to provoke me, I accept. Let us fight and be done with it. Choose your weapon!
Virion: A duel? How romantic! Then my weapon, sweet lady, shall be words. I am a far better poet than I am a warrior anyway.
Panne: As you wish.
Virion: Your graciousness, my dear, is without peer. Now by all means, after you.
Panne: I know of you, you lecherous worm. Your transgressions are legend. You turned tail and left vassals to die so that you might pursue mates! The very sight of you causes bile to rise in my throat. I curse your name!
Virion: ...Perhaps I ought to have picked daggers after all.
Panne: I have spoken. Take your turn, poet.
Virion: Alas, I fear I know no words with which to injure a lady. And so, I admit defeat and bid you farewell.
Panne: Hmph. Weakling...

B Support

Panne: ...You.
Virion: Mmm? My, my. I hadn't thought to see YOU start a conversation with ME. Perhaps this time we'll have a hailstorm.
Panne: You said you were no warrior. But in the last battle, you matched me trophy for trophy. You speak lies.
Virion: I said only that words were my forte, sweet lady. I never said I couldn't fight. Though I would never claim to be any sort of true warrior. Not after failing to protect the ones I cared for.
Panne: Why did you run, man-spawn? Why did you abandon your warren? You had a duty to your fellows.
Virion: I planned to offer myself up in exchange for the safety of my people. ...My men balked. They chose to fight and die rather than hand me over. Not only did I fail to ransom their safety, I was also the reason they kept on fighting.
Panne: So you showed your belly and ran to remove any reason for resistance?
Virion: That was my thinking, yes. I don't expect my people share that view. To them, I am as you say—a craven. All the sweet words in all the worlds can offer no defense to that claim.
Panne: ...I withdraw my words from earlier. You are no craven. You know how it feels to lose kin and kind. In that, we are the same.
Virion: We are most certainly not!
Panne: I do not understand.
Virion: My people yet live and wait for me. It is my duty—and my dream—to save them. But you had even that stolen from you. I would not think to claim our losses equal.
Panne: Hmph. Is that pity, man-spawn?
Virion: Mere pity would be an insult to a wound so deep as yours, milady. I can but pray that your heart does not succumb to the scars that cover it.
Panne: Your prayers mean nothing, but I accept your words.

A Support

Panne: ......
Virion: And what do you see in the moon's reflection this evening, dear lady?
Panne: What do you want, poet?
Virion: I hear taguel hold that souls of the departed return to the moon.
Panne: You hear true. That is why taguel do not look directly upon her holy face.
Virion: Fascinating. But to your question, I was wondering if you might assist me with...this.
Panne: That smell... Blackberry wine?
Virion: Indeed! And now, I propose a toast to the moon. What do you say?
Panne: I am surprised to find a human who understands such tastes.
Virion: Oh, we man-spawn are full of surprises. So you'll join me, then?
Panne: All right. ...So. What will you do when the fighting has ended?
Virion: Return to my own war, naturally. My people are still suffering.
Panne: Ah, yes. Your...dream, was it? Perhaps I will help you make this dream into reality.
Virion: Th-that's very... Thank you, my lady. ...Heh.
Panne: Why do you giggle? It is revolting!
Virion: Revolting? I've been accused of many things, milady, but never that! I am simply happy at the prospect of sparing my people further suffering. And, I must say, pleasantly surprised to hear an offer of assistance from you. Perhaps our bond is stronger than I know, mmm?
Panne: Or the wine is.
Virion: Then let us drink another toast to the peace yet to come.

S Support

Virion: Ah, my sweet Panne.
Panne: ...Yes?
Virion: I have something for you, if you would be so good as to accept.
Panne: A bit early for wine, no? Perhaps we should... This is a ring. Explain yourself!
Virion: I would swear an oath of eternal love to you, milady.
Panne: You are drunk.
Virion: Aye, lady! Drunk on your beauteous... No. This is no time for idle flattery. Your offer to help me see my dream realized was generous beyond measure. But my dreams aren't yours. I want you to have a dream of your own. A gleam of hope to guide you.
Panne: And you think you can offer that?
Virion: I will do so or die trying.
Panne: Your death cannot possibly help me to... Huh? What's this? Another sun shower?
Virion: Amazing! The very skies above urge us on!
Panne: Only you would see rain as a good omen.
Virion: But it is, my sweet! 'Twas this very rain which presided over our first meeting. Our love has moved the heavens. The moon herself weeps for joy!
Panne: You are mad. ...But it is amusing. Very well, poet. I accept your ring.
Virion: I shall never fail you, my love. I swear it by the moon and rain.