C Support:

Zelkov: Hello, Jean. You are an aspiring doctor, yes? Would you come here a moment?
Jean: Huh? Yes, I’m studying to be a doctor. Why?
Zelkov: You seem uneasy. Have I startled you?
Zelkov: If so, please accept my apology. The last thing I would ever wish to do is impart fear.
Zelkov: Shall I try starting over and greeting you again? Would it help if I sat down?
Jean: Um, no. That’s OK.
Zelkov: Very well. Then please come here a moment. I would like to get your opinion.
Jean: My opinion on what?
Zelkov: These medicines I’ve made.
Zelkov: Look here. I call this one the azure elixir.
Jean: Azure elixir? What does it do?
Zelkov: It settles painful pounding within the skull. Provides the tranquility of an azure sky.
Jean: Oh… So it’s a headache remedy.
Zelkov: Indeed. And this is the crimson tincture. Apply it to end the red fury of damaged skin.
Jean: In other words, an ointment.
Jean: Azure elixir and crimson tincture, huh? That all sounds kind of…pretentious.
Zelkov: What was that? I did not hear you.
Jean: Nothing. Just talking to myself.
Jean: These are amazing, though. You did good work here. You must be a skilled doctor.
Zelkov: I learned the techniques from my mother, who was a trained physician.
Zelkov: In any case, if these are satisfactory, then I would like to leave them with you.
Jean: Thank you very much for the medicine, Zelkov. You’re an unexpectedly good person.

B Support:

Jean: Thanks again for the medicine. It’s helped a lot of people! They were all really grateful.
Zelkov: I am pleased to hear that. My mother deserves the gratitude, since these were her recipes.
Jean: Where is your mother? I’d like to thank her personally.
Zelkov: That is not possible, I’m afraid. She has been deceased for more than a decade.
Jean: Oh, I didn’t realize. I’m sorry to bring it up.
Zelkov: Do not trouble yourself.
Zelkov: To care for a wretch like me took kindness above and beyond the usual standard.
Zelkov: The light of her love had the power to cut through my darkest day.
Jean: Mm…
Zelkov: What is it?
Jean: What you said reminds me of my own mother.
Jean: She’s a lot like yours. She always doted on me and made sure I knew I was loved.
Zelkov: Have you lost a mother as well?
Jean: Oh, no, she’s still alive. Her hips are troubling her these days, though.
Jean: I haven’t been able to see her lately…
Zelkov: It must be difficult to be away from her.
Jean: Uh-huh. It’s her birthday soon, and I don’t know what I’ll do this year.
Jean: We always celebrate birthdays together, but this time it looks like we’ll be apart.
Zelkov: Perhaps you could write her a letter?
Jean: Huh…
Jean: Wonderful idea! Why didn’t it occur to me? Thank you, Zelkov.
Zelkov: No thanks needed. To see a child happy is sufficient recompense for me.

A Support:

Jean: So…I wrote a letter to my mother after we last spoke.
Jean: I was thinking of sending it today, but I was hoping to run it by you first.
Zelkov: Certainly. No trouble at all.
Jean: Thank you. OK, here goes…
Jean: “Dear Mother. Happy birthday! I hope the day finds you well.
Jean: “Things are fine here. I did meet quite a… mysterious fellow recently.”
Zelkov: What? Who is this mysterious person?
Jean: “The first time he talked to me, my knees began to shake as soon as he said, ‘Come here.’
Jean: “He smiled thinly as he approached, talking about how he didn’t want to scare me.
Jean: “‘Well,’ I thought, ‘it’s been a good life.'”
Zelkov: Oh. You are talking about me.
Jean: “But then I found out he’s actually a very kind man.”
Zelkov: Ah…
Jean: “He’s the whole reason I’m writing this letter to you.
Jean: “You always said, ‘Don’t judge a person before getting to know them,’ and you were right.
Jean: “Now that I’m living far from you, I realize how right you were about a lot of things.
Jean: “I’m glad you’re my mother. I hope you stay healthy for a long, long time.
Jean: “I’ll be home for your birthday next year. I promise. Give my love to Father.
Jean: “Your son, Jean.”
Jean: And that’s all. Not too weird for a birthday letter, is it?
Zelkov: Of course not. I think it is absolutely fitting.
Zelkov: I am surprised to be a subject in it, but I cannot say that I mind leaving an impression.
Zelkov: Please, send this along to her as well. I call it the…obsidian oil.
Jean: Obsidian this time?
Zelkov: It is absorbed through the skin. It should soothe your mother’s ailing hips.
Jean: Thank you, Zelkov. For this, and for everything else you gave me.
Zelkov: You can thank me by taking good care of her.
Zelkov: I never had the opportunity to show my parents gratitude. I regret that every single day.
Zelkov: Do not make the same mistake I did. Let them see how much you care while they are still here.
Jean: I will, Zelkov. I’ll be a good son for both of us.
Zelkov: I appreciate it.
Jean: And more than that, I’ll be a good friend for you too.
Jean: I hope you’ll come find me the next time you’re making medicine!
Zelkov: That…means a great deal to me.
Zelkov: I mean to say, I will gladly accept your offer.
Zelkov: Thank you, Jean.