C Support

Gregory: Well, if it isn’t Lord Rafal. What a coincidence, running into you in this great, wide Somniel.
Rafal: Ugh…
Gregory: Whoa, what’s with the silent treatment? We’ve always been such good allies.
Rafal: Ah, yes, now I recall. You are one of those mewling Four Winds wretches.
Gregory: Gah! That sharp gaze, the cruel words… You’re nothing at all like when you were Lord Nil.
Rafal: If your lungs enjoy the air, Gregory, you will not permit them to breathe that name again.
Gregory: I guess I was right, then. Before, when you were being nice to us…that was all an act, wasn’t it?
Rafal: Of course it was an act. Is your weak mind so easily soothed by empty platitudes?
Rafal: Oh, Gregory, I’ve missed you so. The sight of you fills my heart with joy.
Gregory: Ouch. You don’t have to be so mean. Words hurt as bad as blades, you know.
Rafal: Then state your business, and cease to waste my time. What brings you to me now? Revenge?
Gregory: What? No. I’m not like that at all. I don’t believe in revenge.
Gregory: I don’t have any particular business with you.
Rafal: Then begone. You are of no further use to me.
Gregory: Fine, fine. Not like I actually want to be used by you again.
Gregory: I did have one question for you, though…
Gregory: You’re cruel. But it feels like a mask, just like your kindness did. So…who is the real you?
Rafal: Your naivete is staggering.

B Support

Gregory: Why, Lord Rafal! Today must be my lucky day.
Gregory: Isn’t the weather great? I could take a nap right here…if it wasn’t the middle of a battlefield.
Rafal: Your enthusiasm is bewildering. And your overtures of friendship are misplaced.
Gregory: Who says I’m trying to be your friend? Maybe the Divine Dragon wants me to chaperone you?
Rafal: You? Chaperone me? Humph.
Gregory: I mean, why not? You may be powerful, but you have the habit of letting that get to your head.
Gregory: Maybe having a cool, intellectual type like me by your side will help balance you out?
Rafal: When I require the services of a spineless, sniveling coward, I will be sure to─ Agh!
Gregory: Look out!
Rafal: Agh! What the…
Gregory: You always have to be wary of an ambush on the battlefield, Lord Rafal.
Rafal: How dare the Corrupted loose an arrow in my direction…
Gregory: It’s rather shocking. But given that I just saved your life, I’d say you need me as chaperone.
Rafal: Do not patronize me. I am more than capable of fighting this battle without your supervision.
Gregory: Sure you are. Never said you weren’t.
Rafal: What is it? If it will help you wipe that look off your face, then by all means spit it out.
Gregory: Nothing! Nothing at all. I was just thinking about how strong you are.
Rafal: Indeed, you would do well to remember that. My power will be what decides this battle.
Rafal: And it will do so far more effectively if you keep quiet and out of the way.
Gregory: As great as it sounds to just stand aside and avoid all conflict…
Gregory: If I stop watching you and you get killed, I could never look the Divine Dragon in the eye again.
Rafal: Ugh… If you insist, then so be it. But mind your place, and keep up─lest you be left behind.
Gregory: But of course. I will do as you say, my former master.

A Support

Gregory: I had my doubts at first, but I’d say we make a pretty good team.
Rafal: You have done well.
Gregory: What? A compliment? Did you actually just say I did well?
Rafal: Too well. What is your aim in fighting alongside me? What are you trying to achieve?
Rafal: Do you recall nothing of how I played you for a fool? The life that was lost because of it?
Gregory: Of course I remember…
Rafal: Surely you are harboring resentment─or fear, at the very least, that I may turn on you again.
Gregory: Oh, believe me, I used to resent and hate you with all my heart. Still do, if I’m being honest.
Gregory: But that anger…it’s not directed entirely toward you.
Rafal: What is that supposed to mean?
Gregory: Well, I never realized you had a secret. I didn’t even realize how much you were suffering.
Gregory: I’m more angry at myself for being so useless. I wasn’t able to help you. To…to rescue you.
Rafal: Is that so.
Gregory: That’s why I’m trying so hard to understand you in this world.
Rafal: You truly believe you can fathom my mind?
Gregory: Maybe, maybe not. But even if I fail in that and you betray us again…I won’t fail in ending you.
Gregory: So it doesn’t matter how cruel or nice you are to me─I don’t plan on leaving your side.
Rafal: So open about your plans! Why should I keep my would-be murderer close to my side?
Gregory: Because the Divine Dragon wants me to be your chaperone? Seems like a good enough reason.
Rafal: Oh, very well. Serve me with your backstabbing blade near to hand if that is what pleases you.
Rafal: So long as you are aware that the only back such a blade will find is your own.
Gregory: Hahaha.
Rafal: Are you truly amused by your own weakness?
Gregory: Oh, I was just thinking that, based on what I’ve seen, we don’t need to worry too much.
Gregory: The way you feel obligated and try to push me away. Your inability to honestly express thanks.
Gregory: You try to hide it, but I see you. And I doubt you’ll betray us again. Probably. No, definitely.
Rafal: Comfort yourself with whatever delusions you prefer. None of this matters to me.
Gregory: Is that so? Then why are your ears turning red?
Rafal: I beg your pardon?
Gregory: Haha! I think I like you better when you’re this easy to read.
Gregory: I won’t be fooled by the mask you try to wear. Not when I’ve finally seen your true face.