C Support

Bartre: Fiiiir! Where are you? Fiiiir! Fiiiir!
Fir: F-Father… You are much too loud.
Bartre: Ah, Fir! It’s good to see you safe!
Fir: Father…
Bartre: It’s been a while since we last met. I was getting worried that we may not be able to see each other ever again.
Fir: Don’t exaggerate, Father… We were together during our marches.
Bartre: But we don’t have many chances in which we can speak in private like this. Now come, Fir. You can tell your father anything that’s on your mind.
Fir: F-Father… I’m sorry, but I have instructions from Master Roy.
Bartre: Do you? Then I shall accompany you.
Fir: Thank you, but I must fulfill my tasks on my own, otherwise it wouldn’t be training. I must be off now.

*Fir leaves*

Bartre: Hum… Be careful, my daughter…

B Support

Bartre: Fiiiir! Fiiiiir! Where are you, my daughter?
Fir: F-Father… You don’t have to shout so loudly…
Bartre: I’ve been hearing some troubling rumors, Fir. I hear that you are secretly seeing a man in the army.
Fir: Oh…
Bartre: Is it true, my daughter? But fear not! I shall crush any bad influences that may advance upon you!
Fir: N-No, you don’t understand! He’s helping me with my training. That’s all.
Bartre: Oh, so you were looking for someone to hone your skills with. But no worries, my daughter. You have your father to spar with! Now come, charge at me with full force!
Fir: Um… I appreciate your consideration, but it needs to be someone who can use a sword…
Bartre: ……
Fir: I’m sorry, Father…

*Fir leaves*

Bartre: Hum… Take care of yourself, my daughter…

A Support

Bartre: Fiiiir! Fi-
Fir: I can hear you!
Bartre: Ah, Fir. You were all right…
Fir: Father! Enough is enough! I’ll be quite fine on my own! I don’t need your overprotection!
Bartre: …… …Forgive me. I was wrong…
Fir: ……
Bartre: Forgive me, my daughter… I just wanted to make up for our lost time together.
Fir: Lost…time?
Bartre: Yes… When you were still a little girl, both your mother and I were always training. I regret now that we didn’t pay enough attention to you. You never knew your parents’ warmth…
Fir: ……
Bartre: But you grew up to be a strong, confident young woman. However, that isn’t thanks to me. So I just wanted to be able to help you in any way that I could…
Fir: Father… You were always kind and loving. Whenever I was about to fall apart, you held me in your strong arms and comforted me…
Bartre: ……
Fir: Father… I was happy.
Bartre: Fir… Oh, my daughter…
Fir: F-Father! Please don’t cry in a place like this…