C Support:

Hortensia: …
Veyle: Hortensia, I wanted to tell you that I… I’d like us to be friends.
Veyle: So…I wonder if we could talk?
Hortensia: I have nothing to say to you.
Veyle: Oh…
Hortensia: My father is dead because of you. Why would I want to be friends?
Hortensia: It doesn’t matter to me if you were controlled or whatever and now you’re back to normal.
Hortensia: I’ll never forget the sight of you laughing as you watched my father die.
Hortensia: So please, just…leave me alone.
Veyle: I… I’ve wanted so badly to apologize for that.
Hortensia: Elusia should never have allowed worship of the Fell Dragon.
Hortensia: His power, though… Much as I hate to admit it, I do envy that.
Hortensia: If I’d been born with what he has─what you have─my father would still be alive.
Veyle: Be glad you weren’t born a Fell Dragon. It’s a life full of fear, pain, and persecution.
Veyle: I wish I had been born human. To me, that life seems so much more…bearable.
Hortensia: Hm-hm, yeah. I’m sure it’s terrible. Poor thing.
Hortensia: We’ll never be friends, Veyle. Goodbye.

B Support:

Hortensia: Ugh…
Veyle: Um, Hortensia?
Hortensia: I’m not sure I can be any clearer about how little I want to see or talk to you.
Veyle: Please, let me say one more thing. There’s a story I want to tell you.
Veyle: It’s about my mother. You see, she was just a regular dragon, but…
Veyle: She was also the Fell Dragon’s mate. Humans hated her for it and persecuted her. She died.
Hortensia: …
Veyle: When I didn’t age, the humans knew what I was, and they persecuted me too. It was…terrible.
Veyle: So, being a Fell Dragon has given me nothing, and it has taken everything.
Hortensia: …
Hortensia: I get it. You’ve lost family too. Is that all you had to say to me?
Veyle: Yes.
Veyle: I’m sorry I tried to force our friendship. I did a horrible thing to you. It was too much to ask.
Veyle: Goodbye, Hortensia.
Hortensia: …
Hortensia: Wait.
Veyle: …
Hortensia: I’m sorry for being so harsh to you. I didn’t know about all that. I was inconsiderate.
Hortensia: That’s all. You can go.
Veyle: OK…and thank you for listening to my story.
Hortensia: …

A Support:

Hortensia: Lady Veyle…can we talk?
Veyle: Oh, Hortensia. Yes, of course.
Hortensia: I have something to say to you now.
Veyle: Please.
Hortensia: It was ignorant of me to judge you without even trying to get to know you.
Hortensia: It’s easy to reject someone out of hand that way. But that doesn’t make it right.
Hortensia: So, I’ve decided I would like to try being friends.
Veyle: You would?!
Hortensia: I still don’t know if I can ever really forgive you.
Hortensia: And maybe once we do get to know each other, I’ll decide I actually can’t stand you after all.
Hortensia: But I owe you a chance at least. So, what do you say? Is that OK with you?
Veyle: Yes! I will happily accept that.
Hortensia: Good. Then, as a token of our friendship…please accept these sweets.
Hortensia: These are your favorites, right?
Veyle: Oh, um…
Hortensia: I was sure Father said you loved these… Am I misremembering?
Veyle: Sorry, Hortensia. I don’t like sweet food at all.
Hortensia: You don’t?
Veyle: The…other me…might have liked sweets. But the real me loves spicy food.
Hortensia: Oh, wow.
Hortensia: Hm-hm, you really are a completely different person from before.
Hortensia: OK. I’ll treat you to something spicy next time.
Veyle: I… I’d love that.
Hortensia: In return, I’ll ask you to tell me everything you can about yourself.
Hortensia: I want to know so much about the real you that I don’t ever think about the other one.
Veyle: That sounds wonderful. And you have to tell me about yourself too. I want to know everything.
Hortensia: Yeah. I think if we can understand each other… this wound of mine might actually heal.
Hortensia: So let’s get to healing, Lady Veyle.