C Support

Veyle: Griss!
Gregory: Lady Veyle? You look shocked. Did something happen?
Veyle: Oh, it’s nothing, um…Gregory. I’m sorry. Please, don’t mind me.
Gregory: Actually, I’m glad I ran into you. I’ve been wanting to talk to you for a while now.
Gregory: Instead of standing here, would you prefer to sit on that tree stump while we chat?
Gregory: Uh… I don’t have anything to use as a blanket. I should have thought ahead.
Veyle: It’s fine. We can just talk while standing.
Veyle: Or you can sit on the stump. I’m fine sitting on the ground.
Gregory: What? No. I could never ask you to do that.
Gregory: Please, take the stump. I’d feel terrible if you had to sit in the dirt because of me.
Veyle: I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be difficult.
Gregory: No, don’t apologize! I just…
Gregory: Wait, you’re shaking. Are you OK?
Veyle: I’m fine. Seeing you…brings back memories.
Gregory: Memories of the me from this world, you mean?
Gregory: Judging by your expression, I’m guessing they aren’t good ones.
Veyle: I’m sorry, Gregory. I do understand that you are a different person.
Veyle: It’s just that, well…
Gregory: It’s OK. You don’t need to explain. I’m making you uncomfortable. We can talk another time.
Gregory: I’m just grateful I was able to see your face and hear your voice. Please, don’t worry about it.
Gregory: I’ll see you around, Lady Veyle.
Veyle: He looks just like Griss…but they couldn’t be more different. I should try to be friendlier.

B Support

Gregory: Lady Veyle, I wanted to make up for our last encounter. I brought you a gift.
Veyle: A gift? Thank you, Gregory. What is it?
Gregory: Well, I asked around and was told that you like spicy things, so…
Gregory: I went into town and got you the spiciest treats I could find. Shall we try them together?
Veyle: You really went to all that trouble for me?
Gregory: If it’s worth doing something, it’s worth doing it right. Please, if something looks tasty, dig in!
Veyle: …
Veyle: He’s always so kind. And yet…although I know he isn’t Griss, I’m still nervous around him.
Gregory: Hm? What’s wrong? Do you feel awkward eating alone?
Gregory: All right, then. I’ll eat something too. This bright-red sandwich thing looks pretty good.
Veyle: Careful! That one looks extremely spicy.
Gregory: Hm, not as spicy as I thought! Although, wait… Oh no. Is this a delayed heat?
Gregory: AAAH! H-hot, hot! Aaah!
Veyle: Oh no! I’ll get you some water!
Gregory: cough I’m fine. Really! cough Don’t worry about me. Please. Try one of the treats.
Veyle: A-are you sure? Well, if you insist…I guess I’ll try the same one.
Veyle: Oh wow, this is delicious! I’ve never had this before, but it’s just spicy enough.
Gregory: Seriously? This isn’t too spicy for you? Wow…
Gregory: I’m glad I made you smile, at least. There’s still plenty left. cough Please help yourself.
Veyle: Um… You’re sweating. Are you feeling OK?
Gregory: That might have been a bit too spicy. Guess I’m not as tolerant to that sort of pain as you, heh…
Gregory: But I’m fine… Really… I can handle…
Veyle: Gregory?! Gregory!
Veyle: What do I do? He just fell over! I’ll…I’ll go get some help! Just…don’t move.
Veyle: Oh, why would you push yourself like that?!

A Support

Gregory: Lady Veyle, I’m sorry about before. I know my fainting spell was…upsetting to you.
Veyle: Don’t worry about it. I’m just glad that you were OK.
Gregory: I still wanted to apologize. To make up for it, I brought some different treats for us to try.
Veyle: Are these all spicy things? You tailored these to my tastes again, didn’t you?
Veyle: I appreciate the gesture, but if you can’t eat them with me…
Gregory: Don’t you worry. I’ve been practicing.
Veyle: Even so…
Gregory: C’mon, let’s eat.
Gregory: Hmm, this bright-red cookie smells pretty good. Or should I try… No, I’ll take this one.
Veyle: Take it slow, OK? I’ve seen how you handle spicy foods.
Gregory: No, I’ve got this. I can handle spice─really!
Gregory: Maybe I’ll try this cake next… Though, whoa! It definitely smells like it packs a punch.
Veyle: Why are you putting yourself through this? I hope it’s not just for my sake.
Gregory: Well, nobody likes being afraid, right?
Veyle: I don’t follow…
Gregory: I know that you’re scared of me. Just looking at me makes you shudder.
Gregory: I don’t like being scared, so the last thing I want to do is make you feel that way.
Gregory: I know that other me hurt you, but I’m not your enemy, and I wouldn’t ever scare or harm you.
Gregory: I thought that this could be a way to prove that to you.
Veyle: I…I see. I think.
Gregory: If eating this food together makes you happy, then it’s worth it. I’ll get used to the burning.
Veyle: I’m not scared of you anymore, Gregory. It’s painfully clear that you’re a kind person.
Veyle: But…it scares me when you push yourself like that for my sake. I worry you’ll faint again.
Gregory: Really?
Veyle: Next time, if you want to bring me a gift, it should be something we both enjoy.
Veyle: I want us to be friends, but that doesn’t mean doing things that make us uncomfortable.
Veyle: Unless you don’t want to be friends…
Gregory: No. I mean, yes! I want to be your friend, if you are comfortable with that.
Veyle: Thank you!
Veyle: On that note, what’s a food you really like?
Veyle: It’s my turn to treat you, as a thanks for everything you’ve done.
Gregory: Thank you, Lady Veyle. I’ll be sure to pick something extra tasty…when I can taste again.