Fates Supports/Azura Dwyer(PC)
C Support
Dwyer: Mother, here is the coffee you requested.
Azura: Thank you very much, Dwyer. Yum! It's delicious. You must work magic getting this flavor from regular coffee beans.
Dwyer: I'm glad to hear that you like it.
Azura: It really is very good! I may regret saying this, but I think your coffee is better than your father's.
Dwyer: I...I don't know what to say. Better than Father's? Seriously? That's awfully high praise. But...I probably should not go and tell him that you said such a thing. He'd be mad.
Azura: Do you think so? I don't think he would be angry. Envious of you, perhaps. Incredibly envious.
Dwyer: Ahhh... I think that could actually be worse.
Azura: Heehee. He can be a bit competitive. I'm sure if he heard what I said about your coffee, he'd start making cups right away. And then I'd be forced to judge them for hours on end until one surpassed yours.
Dwyer: That does indeed sound like Father. Anyway, let me know if you'd like more coffee. I have enough for another cup.
Azura: All right. Thank you, Dwyer.
B Support
Dwyer: Hrm...
Azura: Hello, Dwyer. You look like you've got something on your mind...
Dwyer: Oh, hello, Mother. No, I'm just relaxing. Nothing really to think about...
Azura: You know mothers can see right through every lie their sons tell, right?
Dwyer: I... Oh. Well then.
Azura: So, talk to me. Tell me what it is that's bothering you. Maybe I can offer some helpful advice!
Dwyer: *sigh* I don't believe I'm suited for the battlefield.
Azura: What makes you think that?
Dwyer: I'm certain you know why; I really don't like to get into fights. On the battlefield, the kind of person I am will only weigh down everyone else. Maybe I should leave the army and go off to be a butler...
Azura: You can't do that. You belong here, Son.
Dwyer: I don't know, Mother. It seems like I really don't. Why do you think I do?
Azura: Because you're so kind. Don't even begin to deny it. You tried to spare me from worrying about you by lying just a minute ago.
Dwyer: Even if that is true... it's just more proof that I shouldn't be on the battlefield. There's no room for kindness there.
Azura: You're wrong, Dwyer. Kindness is important on the battlefield exactly because it's so dangerous. Being willing to put your life in danger for your friends... That is not something that everyone can do, when it comes down to it. Can you think of a kinder, braver thing that you could do for people you care about?
Dwyer: Thank you, Mother. Your words... They really help. I will try my best to help my friends.
Azura: Don't worry; I'll always be here to watch over you.
A Support
Azura: Did I really do the right thing...?
Dwyer: Mother? I heard you from the other room. What's the matter?
Azura: Oh, Dwyer... It's nothing—don't worry. I'm just feeling very tired, is all.
Dwyer: You know, sons can see whenever their mothers are lying...
Azura: Heehee... I suppose that is true, isn't it...
Dwyer: I may not be able to help a great deal, but I can at least listen.
Azura: Thank you, dear. I really do appreciate it. I suppose I just feel like I've failed as a mother...
Dwyer: Why would you feel that way? It's not even remotely true.
Azura: But I told you that you should go out onto the battlefield.
Dwyer: Ah, you mean the other day when I was feeling really worried?
Azura: Exactly. But a mother should always think first and foremost about her child's safety. What kind of mother encourages her child to go off into danger, to potentially die? I'm a horrible mother...
Dwyer: Mother, you may have suggested that I stay here to fight with my friends... But it was my choice to stay or to leave, and I was the one who decided to stay.
Azura: That is true...
Dwyer: More importantly, if I hadn't talked to you and gotten your advice... Well, hearing you talk about kindness and bravery on the battlefield changed me. If we hadn't talked, I may have put my friends in danger on the battlefield.
Azura: Oh, Dwyer...
Dwyer: So, don't worry. You're not a failure! You're the best mother anyone could ever ask for.
Azura: Thank you, dear. It truly is reassuring to hear you say that.
Dwyer: Now, I suppose I could make you some coffee to help you relax...
Azura: So young, and yet so thoughtful. I couldn't have a better son.
