C Support:

Alfred: Hup! Eh… Hup! Eh… Hup! Eh…
Céline: Good morning, Alfred.
Alfred: Morning, Céline!
Céline: Training hard again, I see. Though, normally I don’t find you using a shovel.
Céline: That’s a deep hole you’ve dug too. Won’t this be hazardous for the others?
Alfred: Heh heh! Oh, Céline, this isn’t training.
Alfred: And if anything, I need to dig deeper!
Alfred: Hup! Eh…
Céline: What in the world is the purpose of this?
Alfred: I overheard the kitchen staff this morning complaining that there wasn’t enough water.
Alfred: So I’m digging a well for them.
Céline: Pardon?!
Céline: Alfred. If the water supply is low, there’s a river nearby we can fetch more from.
Céline: What possessed you to decide that the solution to the problem was to dig a well?!
Alfred: Hey, you’re right. That’s using your noggin!
Alfred: I’d better find a jug and leg it to the river. Thanks for the tip, Céline!
Céline: You haven’t changed one bit, it seems.
Céline: Better that you should dress in pelts and furs to warn people of your barbaric mindset!

B Support:

Céline: Do you know what you are, Alfred? A barbarian in prince’s clothing.
Alfred: Huh! What a nice thing to say. Thanks, Céline!
Céline: How did that strike you as a compliment?!
Alfred: You meant that I’ve got muscles all over like a barbarian, right?
Alfred: That’s real praise, even if you’re just saying it ’cause I’m your brother.
Céline: That is not at all how I meant it!
Alfred: Hey, hey… It’s OK, Céline.
Alfred: If that wasn’t the idea, then what did you mean by it?
Céline: Your first impulse on hearing we were low on water was to dig a well!
Alfred: Oh, right! Some mix-up, huh? Boy, was my face red!
Céline: Would that it were the only example.
Céline: What about the time you heard some soldiers wishing they could cleanse themselves?
Céline: You immediately leapt to dig them a hot spring!
Alfred: Oh. Do we not like hot springs?
Céline: That isn’t my point. Why is your first instinct always to go digging?!
Alfred: ‘Cause it’s good training!
Céline: Save your breath!
Céline: It’s instincts like that that mark you as barbaric.
Céline: Which would be fine for most men, but you are a prince. Try to act the part.
Alfred: All right, Céline. I get your point.
Alfred: From now on, I’m gonna train even harder. No more skip days!
Alfred: Pretty soon, I’ll be so beefy that everyone can tell right off what a barbarian I am.
Alfred: No…more…confusion!
Céline: Ugh! Once again, you have completely missed the point.

A Support:

Alfred: Ugh…
Céline: What are you doing there, Alfred? Digging another well? Or is this more training?
Alfred: Something like that. Trying to keep up my health, you know.
Alfred: Yeah. If I train hard enough, then… I won’t suffer like I used to…
Céline: …Alfred?
Alfred: Ugh…
Céline: What’s wrong?!
Alfred: Don’t worry, Céline… It’s…just an attack. It’ll pass soon…
Céline: An attack?! Is it your old illness?
Alfred: I was doing so well… That part of my life was supposed to be long gone…
Céline: Wait here. I’ll fetch someone at once.
Alfred: No. Stop!
Céline: What? Why should I?!
Alfred: I don’t want anyone to see me like this. Not our allies, the Emblems, or the Divine Dragon!
Alfred: I can’t let them see this…a weak prince, unfit to fight, who could collapse any day…
Céline: None of them would see you that way. They’re far too gracious for that.
Alfred: But I would still know! And besides, I don’t want them to worry about me.
Alfred: As far as they’re concerned, I want to be the spirited prince who loves working out.
Alfred: Just let me rest for a while. I’ll be fine. Please, Céline.
Céline: Very well. But know that if your condition ever worsens, I will seek help.
Alfred: Thanks.
Alfred: Having a sister like you is true happiness, if you ask me.
Céline: That’s your idea of true happiness? Don’t be absurd.
Alfred: Well, what about you, then? What brings you true happiness?
Céline: Nothing.
Alfred: Really? You’ve got good friends, you got your health─none of that does it?
Céline: I take joy in those things, to be sure. But I don’t value happiness as a life goal.
Céline: After all, what if I found it?
Céline: Then my whole life afterward would be spent looking fondly back.
Alfred: Haha, really? Even if something better comes along?
Céline: The possibility that it never will is terrifying. I couldn’t bear it.
Céline: I’ve always yearned for happiness and saw only misery. Like the day I fled from the castle.
Céline: If Firene had fallen or Mother died or you were lost to us…I wondered, “How would I respond?”
Céline: And now this? If things get worse, and you have to leave… What will I… How can I…
Céline: …
Alfred: Hey… I’m not gonna die, OK? I’ll be fine if I stick with my training.
Céline: You really do have the mind of a barbarian. If only you had the body to match.
Alfred: Haha, I’ll get there! That’s why I work out.
Alfred: Oh, Céline, look! You see that four-leaf clover?
Céline: Hmm? Where?
Alfred: Right by your foot. There you go. A small joy.
Céline: A small joy… That takes me back. We often sought such things when we were younger.
Céline: At that age, I was better at it than you. I wonder when you surpassed me.
Alfred: Talking to you makes me feel better. Chalk up another small joy for me.
Céline: I’m not certain that counts, but I’m relieved to hear that the worst has passed.
Alfred: Let me make it up to you, Céline. I’ll find lots of little joys and bring them to you.
Alfred: I can’t promise everything will be fine with me, but we can prop each other up…for Firene.
Céline: Yes, Alfred. I will support you in anything.
Céline: Whatever else happens, we can make sure we return to Firene. Together.