Bartre & Cath

C Support

Bartre: Hm? Who are you?
Cath: Hi, I’m Cath! Hey, Bartre, can we talk for a bit?
Bartre: Sure, I don’t mind.
Cath: Thanks. You look a lot like my father, you know.
Bartre: I do?
Cath: Yeah. But he didn’t act like you, though. He was nothing but a coward.
Bartre: I see.
Cath: But talking to you reminds me of him. Hey, Bartre, can you hug me like my father used to do?
Bartre: Well, all right. …Like this?
Cath: Thanks, Bartre.
Bartre: Sure.

*Bartre leaves*

Cath: Heh… What an idiot. Just like my father.

B Support

Cath: …Bartre. Here.
Bartre: Hm…? This is my axe.
Cath: Yeah. And see this other stuff? They’re all yours. I stole them from you the other day.
Bartre: Well…
Cath: Yup, I’m a thief. I trick people and steal their stuff. Well? Aren’t you going to yell at me?
Bartre: …Cath. Why are you telling me this? You could have gotten away with it if you had kept silent.
Cath: …Yeah. I don’t even know why I stole them from you in the first place. I usually only steal from the rich.
Bartre: Does it have something to do with your father?
Cath: …Maybe. I always hated my father. He was such a coward… I always hated him.

A Support

Cath: …Our village was burned to the ground in the war. A bunch of soldiers came and ordered us to set our houses on fire. No one did… I mean, who would? It was our home. Soon, the soldiers got impatient and drew their swords… That’s when one of the villagers took a torch and went around setting the place on fire. That coward… That was my father.
Bartre: ……
Cath: All of our houses and crops were burned… And even then, all my father did was stand there and watch. …I’ve hated him ever since. I swore to myself that I would never become a coward who goes around bowing down to power like that. That’s why I…
Bartre: Cath… You’re wrong.
Cath: What?
Bartre: …No one would enjoy burning down his own village. But your father… He had something he needed to protect.
Cath: ……
Bartre: Your father didn’t have the strength to defeat the soldiers. But he was fighting all the same. He was gritting his teeth and fighting to protect something that was even more important than his house and crops. …He was fighting to protect you.
Cath: …… Ha… I don’t think so. My father’s just a coward. He’s nothing like you. But…I suppose I could think of it that way…