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Titania

Ike		C: eight B: 11 A: 26 ×		Titania
Support Level	Attack	Defense	Hit	Avert
C	0	0	2	5
B	0	one	v	10
A	0	ane	vii	xv

C Support

Titania: Hey, Ike. Training?
Ike: Yep. You also, huh? Hey, practice yous want to spar? I learn a lot when we team up.
Titania: Actually? I'thousand glad to hear that. I idea you no longer needed my lessons.
Ike: What are you talking about? Y'all're the ane who put the finishing touches on what swordsmanship I inherited from my father.
Titania: Hmm. I'm honored to hear you lot say so.
Ike: I hateful it.
Titania: Simply the talent you inherited from your father is one of a kind. I desire you lot to cherish it.
Ike: Huh... Hey, Titania? When did y'all run across my father? Yous used to exist a Crimean knight, right?
Titania: That's right... Merely information technology's a long story, and we need to train! Get ready! Focus!
Ike: Fine...

B Support

Ike: Do yous have a moment, Titania?
Titania: Ike! How tin can I help y'all?
Ike: Remember what we talked about the other solar day? About when y'all met my male parent?
Titania: Um... Yeah... That...
Ike: I know you don't desire to talk about it, and then I won't strength you or annihilation.
Titania: It'south not like I don't want to. Information technology'south simply... Information technology's hard to talk about my past. Still... Yous deserve to know every bit much virtually your father equally possible... All right, I'll tell you.
Ike: Not bad!
Titania: When I was a Crimean knight, I entered an officer exchange program and was sent to Gallia. Where your father was. On my first day, they held a joint preparation session in the royal hall. That'south where I saw Commander Greil's might for the start time. He took on wave after wave of knights and defeated them like they were children. His swordsmanship was brilliant... The other knights barely had time to lift their weapons earlier Commander Greil had them on the footing. He was the mightiest warrior I had e'er seen. My body... trembled at the thought of it.
Ike: Whoa.
Titania: I tried to cross swords with him, but he was so far out of my league... Ha! Information technology was laughable! But I asked him to railroad train me, and he agreed. After that, whenever we had a spare hour, we would meet and spar. Nosotros soon grew shut, and after a few weeks, he invited me to his home. That's when I saw you.
Ike: Me?
Titania: Aye. You were sleeping in your mother's arms, and she was smiling. You lot were adorable. The Commander looked at you with such kind eyes... I saw a different person than the man who wielded a sword.
Ike: I meet.

A Support

Ike: Titania? I wish to thank you.
Titania: W-what? What's with all the formality?
Ike: In that location'south no guarantee that whatever of us volition see tomorrow, and I want to tell you this while it's however in my caput. Volition y'all heed?
Titania: Um... All correct, but...what'south with you? And what have I done to deserve your thanks?
Ike: Y'all have done much. You helped my begetter build this company. He had lost his wife and had ii young children to intendance for... I wish to thank y'all for that.
Titania: ...Oh, Ike...
Ike: I've taken everything in my life for granted, and it was all possible because of y'all. My thanks is far also tardily in coming.
Titania: It's non necessary, Ike. What I did, I did because--
Ike: Yous loved him. Didn't you?
Titania: ...!!! ...Um...
Ike: Perhaps I'm wrong. Regardless... I stand hither alive today because of you. And I still want to cheers for information technology. Had yous not lent a helping hand, I would virtually likely be dead. And my father'south life cut short as well. You lot helped to continue him alive until the Black Knight brought him downward... You fabricated his terminal years happy. Thank you.
Titania: Oh, Ike... ...I don't... ...Sniff... ...Sniff... ...Sniff...
Ike: Unlike my father, I lack both feel and forcefulness, but... I'm learning. Please, keep aiding and supporting me. Delight...
Titania: ...Sniff... Of course... Of form I will, Ike.

Oscar

Ike		C: v B: viii A: eleven ×		Oscar
Support Level	Attack	Defense	Hit	Avoid
C	0	0	0	10
B	0	0	0	xx
A	0	0	0	30

C Support

Ike: Hey, Oscar, tin can you spar with me for a sec... Wait! Where are you going?
Oscar: Sorry, Ike! No fourth dimension! I have to fix the evening repast today.
Ike: Yous? Where's Mist?
Oscar: She's off practicing with her staff. It's been a while since I cooked. I hope I oasis't lost my impact.
Ike: I haven't had 1 of your suppers in ages! I'm looking forward to information technology.
Oscar: Really?
Ike: Yeah, of class! Yous're a nifty melt! Why do you lot ask?
Oscar: Well... I never knew that. Mist, Shinon, and Rhys were the but ones who ever commented on the subtle spices and flavors that I use... I mean, my brothers are used to my cooking, and Soren hates everything. I call up he'd cease eating if he could... Sure, Commander Greil, Titania, Gatrie, and you ate everything on the plate. Merely... I experience similar you'd eat anything.
Ike: Oscar, I didn't just shovel the food into my oral cavity. I enjoyed it! I really did! Remember the first day that Mist took over your cooking duties? Just thinking about information technology makes me ill... Ha! Even my male parent was having trouble choking it downward! Merely I think Mist is finally starting to go the hang of it.
Oscar: Just similar you're training to meliorate your swordsmanship, Mist is training to improve her culinary skills. You should give her more support. Hearing someone say "Succulent!" is the best encouragement a cook tin become.
Ike: I come across... And then I'll make certain to say "Delicious!" from at present on.
Oscar: Ha ha! Cheers.

B Support

Oscar: How'southward it going, Ike?
Ike: Oh, hey, Oscar. I'1000 fine... Actually, I'm kind of worried nearly something.
Oscar: Can I help?
Ike: Well, I was trying to figure out how we should fight the laguz bird tribes.
Oscar: That'due south odd... I was just thinking near the same matter. When they plough into their true selves, nosotros are forced into a kind of battle that is difficult for us.
Ike: You lot're right near that. The laguz are so strong. I've even seen them shatter boulders with a unmarried blow. I experience like our weak points are as visible equally a lit torch for the bird tribes. What'south more, my sword is useless if they have to the sky...
Oscar: My advice is to keep engaging them. The more than we fight, the more we learn. Of course, it won't be easy.
Ike: No, only I'm certain we tin can do it. That's a skillful idea! Thanks.
Oscar: Ah... Well...sure. You're pretty amazing, Ike. You know that?
Ike: Hey, come on at present. You're the guy with all the experience and talent.
Oscar: Everything I have accomplished comes from difficult work and do. You're the son of Commander Greil. Yous have...natural talent. I'd follow you anywhere.
Ike: Uh...wow. Thanks, Oscar...

A Support

Oscar: Ike.
Ike: Oscar? What is it?
Oscar: ...Are you well, Ike?
Ike: Yeah...yeah, I'1000 fine. Why? Did I worry you?
Oscar: No, no. It'southward zip that you did. It's merely that...our battles are intensifying. I never imagined that nosotros'd be involved in clashes of this magnitude.
Ike: You're right. Ever since my father died, it's been ane kind of chaos afterwards another. It's a real challenge.
Oscar: And then... How are you doing? Well, I mean... are you equally well as can be expected? Is there anything I can practise?
Ike: Ah, Oscar. I give y'all plenty grief every bit is. Just stick with your helplessly greenish commander. That's all I enquire.
Oscar: Ike...
Ike: Will you continue to believe in me?
Oscar: Yes, of form! As Commander Greil said, we are family. This is my dwelling house. I will back up you lot to the finish.
Ike: Listen... I have an urge for your cooking. Call back y'all can requite Mist a paw tonight?
Oscar: Ha! You don't take to ask me twice! I'll put all of my culinary skills to work. I promise you're hungry!

Soren

Ike		C: 5 B: 12 A: nineteen ×		Soren
Support Level	Attack	Defence	Hit	Avoid
C	0	0	0	vii
B	1	0	0	15
A	1	0	0	22

C Support

Soren: So that'southward how much nosotros spent... Supplies are running low. Nosotros need dried meat, fresh fruit... Ike? Are y'all listening?
Ike: Huh? Oh, lamentable. I wasn't paying attention.
Soren: I would have never guessed.
Ike: Sad, Soren. Wait, could yous run the report by me again?
Soren: You're tired, Ike. You need rest. Go find a cot somewhere.
Ike: You tin can tell?
Soren: Of class. When you're not feeling well, your left center twitches.
Ike: That'southward...odd. I never noticed.
Soren: Get some sleep. I tin manage things for a few hours.
Ike: Well, I am pretty beat...
Soren: Get.
Ike: Y'all know, Soren? You're not nearly as insensitive as the others say. Deep down, you're a large softie.
Soren: Excuse me?
Ike: Oh, nada. I'thou going.
Soren: Mmm. Don't permit the bedbugs bite.

B Support

Soren: ...
Ike: Do you accept a second, Soren?
Soren: What is information technology, Ike?
Ike: What's wrong? You've been placidity and moody for days. What's going on?
Soren: Um... Well, it'southward...
Ike: Yes?
Soren: ...It'south nothing. ... ...You've never worried about who you are, have you? Your family unit? Where y'all come from?
Ike: Who I am...? Well, not really. No. I guess I don't understand what you lot're getting at. I had a begetter and a mother. I don't remember much about her, but otherwise, no complaints.
Soren: It must be...nice to have loving parents. You need people to feel your babyhood. To help shape the person yous will go. Without an developed around to affirm and back up them, a child can't know which path to take. Or who he really is.
Ike: Don't you lot have any memory of your parents?
Soren: No. The woman who raised me was non my birth mother. And she wasn't all that fond of me, anyway... My primeval memories are of her saying, "Why me? The globe isn't off-white!" or "Stay away from me, child!" No beloved. No affection. She took care of me out of some sense of duty that she didn't really possess.
Ike: ...
Soren: When I was about four, a nearby sage came by and asked to take me in. He said I possessed rare magical talent. I call up the twenty-four hours conspicuously. My flagman was delighted to give me upward. In fact, she seemed almost delirious with pleasure. Grin similar a madwoman as she handed me over... The sage even gave her golden equally compensation. Not that information technology was necessary.
Ike: Oh, Soren... I had no idea.
Soren: The sage was erstwhile, and knew that decease would soon come for him. His only goal was to teach his art to an apprentice. Equally time was short, he put me through terribly rigorous magic preparation. We worked day and night, without cease. I didn't even have fourth dimension to recollect virtually who I really was. But it was yet a better life than I had ever known. When the sage died two years later, I had acquired much magical skill. Perhaps besides much for a kid of my historic period... At any rate, once I had eaten all of the food in the sage'due south hovel, I left and walked for days to find help. Upon reaching civilisation, I came to another grim realization... I couldn't speak. Not a discussion.
Ike: Soren...
Soren: Oh, I could read and write better than most of the villagers. And I could understand what they said. I but couldn't talk. I couldn't assistance it. The adult female and the sage both used to hurl words at me. Unkind words, usually. But I never needed to answer, so--
Ike: Soren!
Soren: Huh? Oh... I repent, Ike. I should not take made y'all listen to such nonsense...
Ike: Soren, it's no nonsense! Information technology'south awful! It's the most terrible thing I've ever heard! Where did this happen? Was it in Begnion?
Soren: No... But, there's more than. I haven't told you... About my parents... No, that's plenty. I'm deplorable. Excuse me...
Ike: Look, Soren? Soren! Blast!

A Back up

Ike: Hey, Soren.
Soren: ...
Ike: I've been thinking a lot nearly what you said the other 24-hour interval, and there's something I still don't understand. You survived. Yous're strong. Why would yous feel insecure about who you are? Tell me. Tell me everything.
Soren: Curse you! Why tin't you leave me be?! I don't have whatever friends, Ike! I don't have anyone else! If I tell you lot and you lot turn on me... I... I... I don't think I tin can survive it.
Ike: That's why yous have to tell me, Soren. Y'all'll never tell anyone else. And if you lot don't tell anyone, you're merely going to keep suffering. Look at you! You're a mess! Come on. Talk to me.
Soren: Ike... I... I...
Ike: Soren, it'due south me! Trust me. I don't give two figs who your parents are! I'll stand by you.
Soren: Ike, I...sniff... No, I won't... ..sniff...Ah, Ike... ...I'chiliad... Branded. I'm one of the Branded.
Ike: A Branded? What'southward that?
Soren: Information technology'southward a cantankerous between a beorc and a laguz. Such a taboo wedlock violates every didactics of the goddess. And of society. We are untouchables. Abominations. Condemned to a life of hatred and shunning from both races.
Ike: Await, expect. Hold information technology a second. Let me brand sure that I follow you lot... Yous're part laguz?
Soren: Aye. This marker on my brow is the proof. I learned about information technology while researching ancient books at the Mainal Cathedral. I always thought it was a birthmark. Others thought that it was the marking of a Spirit Charmer.
Ike: What's a Spirit Charmer?
Soren: Magic comes from interaction with spirits. If you let one into your body, it will give you tremendous power...for a price. That'south why the old sage was so interested in me. He thought I had struck such a deal. But instead, I was just a filthy Branded.
Ike: All right. I sympathize. So?
Soren: ...What practice you mean, "and so?"
Ike: So, you have laguz blood in your veins. And then, you have a marker to prove information technology. And so... What's the problem?
Soren: What's the problem...? Don't you find me repugnant!? I piece of work beside y'all, swallow beside you. I'm nil! I don't belong anywhere! Doesn't that sicken you?
Ike: No. Information technology doesn't alter anything. You're yet you, Soren! You lot're a capable officer of our army. And my friend. We can't proceed going unless you are with us.
Soren: ...Ike... I thought... I thought yous...
Ike: What?
Soren: It was Gallia. The sage lived in Gallia. A few beorcs had settled there and...
Ike: Gallia? Are yous maxim...
Soren: When the sage died, no one would help me. I couldn't speak. Couldn't find nutrient. I was dying. You lot were the only one who helped. You and your father. That'south why you're my friend. My...only friend.

Lethe

Ike		C: iv B: 9 A: fourteen ×		Lethe
Support Level	Assault	Defence	Hitting	Avoid
C	0	0	5	5
B	0	0	x	10
A	0	0	15	fifteen

C Support

Ike: Hiyaaaa! Haaaaaa! Hm? Who's at that place?
Lethe: Training difficult?
Ike: Lethe. Were you watching me?
Lethe: Yep. I'm curious... Our future success will depend in large function on how well yous humans fight. We laguz tin't afford to lag behind.
Ike: You e'er need the upper mitt, eh, Lethe?
Lethe: Relax. It'south not like I'm going to hook you in the dorsum during a battle. At that place'due south no signal in it. Besides, you humans are the only ones who use muddied tricks like that.
Ike: Oh, I encounter. And so every laguz fights fair and foursquare?
Lethe: Most of us. Not all. Although nosotros know when a laguz is nearly to use a cheap trick. We tin can olfactory property it. I can sniff out a trap from a mile away. Even in the dark. Yous can hide from my eyes, but not my olfactory organ.
Ike: Lethe? Will yous teach me how to fight similar a laguz?
Lethe: Sure, I'll have you lot on. But it's going to hurt! When I fight, it's with claws out.
Ike: Good. I look forward to it.

B Support

Lethe: Hey.
Ike: Lethe. What's upwards?
Lethe: Y'all fought pretty well the other twenty-four hours. Better than I expected.
Ike: What? Me?
Lethe: Y'all run into anyone else?
Ike: No, just... I didn't await that from yous. You laguz take such awesome natural ability, I effigy beorc look weak in comparison.
Lethe: Totally dissimilar styles of fighting. You don't have the reactions or control that we do, merely you're actually kind of graceful. It must exist tough to utilize a weapon that's not actually connected to your trunk. No wonder you lot train then much.
Ike: Without teeth or claws, nosotros demand our weapons to move like they're a part of usa. Then, yeah, that takes a lot of work.
Lethe: Mmm... I see. I may have to train more. Which reminds me... Exercise you call back our deal?
Ike: Of course! Will yous do it?
Lethe: I should ask you. Laguz training is difficult. You're going to injure. And bleed. Are you ready?
Ike: Allow's do information technology!

A Back up

Lethe: Hi, Ike.
Ike: Hey, Lethe! Yous set up to punish me some more than?
Lethe: You're taking to my training with remarkable skill. I need to keep up.
Ike: You call back and then? Wow. A compliment from Lethe... Now that's a big deal!
Lethe: What's that supposed to mean? You're not still holding a grudge about our first coming together, are yous?
Ike: No, nothing like that. It'due south but... You're powerful, you know? If you compliment me, that means something.
Lethe: Bah! Yous give me too much credit. ...Um... Say, Ike?
Ike: What?
Lethe: When this war is over, you lot should... Why don't you come to Gallia? I mean, not like I intendance, simply–
Ike: Gallia?
Lethe: Right! Well, y'all could learn fifty-fifty more if you trained in Gallia. Information technology's hard living for a beorc. Simply if you can handle it, you could take the swordsmanship that runs in your blood to another level.
Ike: Only if you're my sparring partner!
Lethe: Meh... Well, if you that'due south what you want... I guess I'd exist all right with that.
Ike: Then life in Gallia may non be so bad.
Lethe: Oh? Well, proficient. It's settled and then. Come meet us whenever you're ready. I might even...look forward to it.
Ike: You accept my word.

Reyson

Ike		C: v B: viii A: xi ×		Reyson
Support Level	Assault	Defense	Hit	Avoid
C	0	0	2	5
B	1	0	5	10
A	ane	0	7	xv

C Support

Ike: Reyson.
Reyson: Oh, Ike. What can I do for you?
Ike: I just came to see how things are going. How are you doing?
Reyson: Fine. No issues.
Ike: No problems? Your face up tells me otherwise.
Reyson: Well...we herons are optimistic by nature. And then it's hard for me to exist on a battlefield where the air is thick with negative energy. Information technology's...tiring. But I'thousand learning to adjust. I hope you'll let me fight beside you to the biting stop.
Ike: Equally long every bit you lot accept care of yourself, I have no complaints. But isn't in that location anything I can do to help? Maybe we could have a special supper. Sure foods tend to restore energy.
Reyson: That'due south very kind, only my diet... Heh. It's adequately express. Yous know, I used to be disgusted past my thin, frail body. So one fourth dimension I performed a piddling experiment. I got all the foods that Tibarn likes–raw meat, cold fish, insects–and ate them. I ate them all.
Ike: That doesn't sound proficient. What happened?
Reyson: I stared expiry in the confront for ten days. You've never seen a laguz so green! I guess we herons are just meant to swallow fruits and nuts for our entire lives.
Ike: ...I can't imagine. Raw meat? You must take been desperate!
Reyson: I wanted so much to be like Tibarn. Big trunk, strong wings... With those features, I felt I could march into Begnion and revenge my brothers all by myself. I got on my knees and prayed to the goddess every night. Asking her for power... But to no avail.
Ike: I think I know how you feel... But it'southward amend this way.
Reyson: How do you figure?
Ike: You get ill from negative energy. Imagine if you tried to hurt someone! You'd lose your dejeuner!
Reyson: Heh. I gauge you're right... At i time, I was so aroused near my lack of forcefulness, so consumed by despair, that I considered forfeiting my life... Simply... I'm glad that I am alive. I got to see Leanne because I am alive.
Ike: Huh. You surprise me, Reyson. You're stronger than you look.
Reyson: If you're talking spiritual strength, I retrieve I'm the best there is!

B Support

Ike: Reyson!
Reyson: I'k hither, Ike. Do you wish to talk strategy?
Ike: Aye. Your participation in the next few battles will be critical... How are yous feeling?
Reyson: Well...I found that the negative free energy isn't so bad when I wing. Even feeling a breeze can be a huge aid. I can hold upwardly. Don't worry about me.
Ike: You await tired. Wearied, fifty-fifty. I think I know how Rex Phoenicis must feel... I'grand sorry for pushing you lot similar this.
Reyson: Saying so is an insult. I choose to be here.
Ike: Look, that's not what I meant... I repent. I know that you hate having people fuss over you. It's just–
Reyson: Ike? Be repose. If yous were anyone else, I'd punch you in the nose and make you be serenity.
Ike: Whoa, easy, Reyson! That's not necessary! And hey... I didn't think that herons could assault.
Reyson: ...I know how to punch! Although...
Ike: Yes?
Reyson: I endure more than damage than my target.
Ike: What?!
Reyson: When I bashed Knuckles Tanas's confront, he but suffered a encarmine olfactory organ, but it cracked the bones in the back of my hand.
Ike: Holy...
Reyson: Indeed.
Ike: ...Simply information technology felt good, correct?
Reyson: Oh, aye.

A Support

Ike: Reyson? How are you holding up? You look like death warmed over.
Reyson: I know, Ike! Believe me, I know that ameliorate than anyone. But, please. Let me practise this. Let me fight to the terminate.
Ike: Well, all right. Just I don't want you dropping dead the minute this state of war is over!
Reyson: My torso should return to normal in one case the medallion settles down... Don't worry. My will is still potent. I accept to confront Ashnard. I have to detect the truth.
Ike: I'll assistance you with that, Reyson.
Reyson: I told you not to treat me spec–
Ike: And I demand yous to help me, too.
Reyson: ...R-really?
Ike: We each possess unique powers. If we combine our might, it will atomic number 82 to victory in time to come battles.
Reyson: I see... Very well. I appreciate your help.
Ike: Hang in there, Reyson. The terminate is in sight.

Ranulf

Ike		C: 1 B: two A: iii ×		Ranulf
Support Level	Assail	Defense	Hit	Avoid
C	0	0	2	7
B	0	0	5	15
A	0	0	seven	22

C Support

Ranulf: Hey, Ike. Isn't it a little late to be preparation?
Ike: I haven't had a chance to train today. I try to swing a sword every day, even if it's just for a little while. It helps me focus and keeps me calm. Plus information technology's practiced practice. Haaaa! Kyaaaaa!
Ranulf: I encounter. Then your strength doesn't simply come up from your bloodline. It's likewise a result of your persistance. No wonder you lot grow more powerful every time I see you... Nice. Very nice...
Ike: Haaaaa! And one and... Hiyaaaa!
Ranulf: Oh, pitiful. I'm interrupting you. I'll encounter yous la–
Ike: Wait. What do y'all want? I assume you came out hither to tell me something.
Ranulf: Not really. I'm just beingness a mother true cat... No matter how many times we tell yous to take information technology easy, you're ever working. I thought you might take a break if I came over and talked to you, just... I can see that you're withal crazy. I'll go now.
Ike: Yous recall I'm crazy? How then?
Ranulf: Well...a footling crazy, yeah! I've never worked for a leader who's every bit edgeless and straightforward as y'all. It's pretty shocking to accept a commander who doesn't care what anyone thinks, no matter how powerful they are.
Ike: Well, that's just my style. I don't have to be like someone else, do I?
Ranulf: Why are you so confident? I don't get information technology. Normal beorc just do what people tell them and try not to make a fuss. Simply not yous. I heard you lot even yelled at the campaigner!
Ike: Aye, that wasn't my brightest moment.
Ranulf: Then once again, worrying about a beorc like this is definitely not normal laguz behavior. I guess I'grand a fish out of water myself... Wait, did I but phone call myself a fish?
Ike: Wha–? Ha ha! Yous're a cat, remember!? I thought you lot ate fish. Ha ha ha!
Ranulf: Hey! I made you express mirth! That's good. That'southward a adept first stride.
Ike: Fine, fine! I'll take a break. Um... so what do I do now? Am I supposed to potable tea or something?
Ranulf: Tea is expert. And eat something. Oh, and maybe yous should take a... catnap! Wha ha ha ha!

B Support

Ike: Hey, Ranulf.
Ranulf: Hm? Oh, hey, Ike. How goes it?
Ike: Are you...preparation?
Ranulf: Oh yeah! I love preparation! I'd hate to accept the hardworking general Ike leave me in his dust!
Ike: That's a skilful attitude.
Ranulf: Um...that was a joke, Ike. I hate training. Besides, preparation on two legs would be pretty useless for a laguz like me.
Ike: And then what were you doing? Information technology looked similar stretching.
Ranulf: But stretching. You know, to unwind?
Ike: Hm. I was hoping that it was a kind of special laguz technique that I didn't know well-nigh.
Ranulf: Sorry to disappoint you lot, but you and I aren't that different unless I change forms. As you tin run into.
Ike: I just need a tail.
Ranulf: Hey, a tail is a adept thing to have! It's what gives us such great balance in high places. Y'all poor beorc... I tin can't imagine living without a tail!
Ike: Doesn't information technology arrive your way when you sleep?
Ranulf: On the reverse! At that place's a picayune play a trick on we take...
Ike: What kind of fox?
Ranulf: Well, we take... Hey! You're smoothen, aren't y'all? I near fell for that ane... Nice try, Commander!
Ike: Huh? I just asked you a question.
Ranulf: Listen, Ike. This is a secret that concerns the entire laguz species. I can't just run around telling any old beorc that I know.
Ike: Oh. I understand. I'm not that interested, anyway.
Ranulf: Wha–? Hey, now, come on! You should exist more persistent! Information technology'south really interesting!

A Support

Ranulf: !
Ike: What's wrong, Ranulf?
Ranulf: Aaaah! Oh, it's you, Ike...Phew! Don't scare me like that!
Ike: Y'all all right? You've been pretty tense lately.
Ranulf: The closer we go to the uppercase, the more the Daein king starts to worry me. Well, I suppose it's more than the medallion than the human... At whatever rate, all this negative energy is making my hair stand up up on end. Information technology'southward hard to focus...
Ike: I'm amazed at how sensitive you laguz are to such things.
Ranulf: I'k amazed that you lot beorc don't notice! How tin can you be so calm with these creepy auras all around united states?!
Ike: You desire me to exit you alone?
Ranulf: Yeah, would you? No, wait, Ike. Concord on. Stay here. I'll calm down... Merely gimme a second... ...Whooooo!
Ike: Better?
Ranulf: Yeah. I'm fine now. Although I can't believe I let a beorc see me in such a vulnerable state. I'll never live this down.
Ike: Ranulf, what are you saying? Don't you trust me?
Ranulf: No, I do! I do. Just... well, non entirely. Look, I trust yous equally much as any beorc, but... Y'all know! The laguz are my brothers! It's different.
Ike: I trust yous.
Ranulf: And you say information technology with a straight face, too. You know something? You lot're...
Ike: ...I'm what?
Ranulf: Impaired.
Ike: What?!
Ranulf: If y'all trust everybody, you're going to get hurt in the terminate. Remember that!
Ike: Hey, wait! Ranulf! Dang... Was that friendly advice or is he simply angry?

Elincia

Ike		C: ane B: 1 A: 2 ×		Elincia
Support Level	Set on	Defence	Hitting	Avoid
C	0	0	5	five
B	0	0	10	ten
A	0	0	15	fifteen

C Support

Ike: Is there something incorrect, Princess?
Elincia: Oh... my lord Ike. I was getting prepared for battle, but... I'm having a hard time attaching this scabbard to my chugalug.
Ike: Hmm... allow me see. Ah... here'due south the problem. The buckle on the scabbard isn't fastened. There's a footling trick to this. Don't move for a second. ... All right. That should practise it!
Elincia: Thank you lot. I just tin can't seem to do annihilation right. I can't even get myself set for boxing! Everyone else is all suited upwards.
Ike: Everyone hither was the same way when they offset started. In fact, it wasn't all that long ago when I was having a difficult time fastening my scabbard...
Elincia: Actually?
Ike: That's right. But my begetter drilled me difficult and tested my swordsmanship and survival skills before I could eat breakfast. We come from different worlds, Princess.
Elincia: So that's how you lot learned so much...
Ike: Well, y'all don't need to exercise so hard. You weren't built-in to be a mercenary like the rest of usa war dogs. Y'all'll simply get yourself killed if yous bound into this rough and nasty war unprepared.
Elincia: I understand...
Ike: But don't worry about it. There's no shame in asking for help from the rest of us. We'll be there to back you upward.
Elincia: Thank yous, my lord Ike.
Ike: Anytime, Princess Elincia.

B Back up

Ike: Princess Elincia? Yous're nonetheless here?
Elincia: Oh, my lord Ike. W-well, I was getting a little practise in. I don't want to be a burden to everyone else.
Ike: Wouldn't it be amend to take a training partner?
Elincia: I'd feel guilty asking someone to train with me. It would be a waste product of time... I am no lucifer for their skill.
Ike: I meant what I said earlier... About not hesitating to ask for help? Just I guess you decided to ignore me.
Elincia: North-no, no...it'due south not like that at all. I heard what you said, but I still experience and so...
Ike: I know how powerless and frustrated you must feel. It was a terrifying feeling when I discovered my father had left me in command of the Greil Mercenaries.
Elincia: ...
Ike: But there'southward a huge difference between inheriting a land and a band of mercenaries, isn't there?
Elincia: Not at all... You're absolutely right. It's hard...knowing what kind of responsibility I have, and but how unsuited I am to accept it.
Ike: Over the concluding year, I learned a lot from all those battles... Mostly, I learned that there are many things I can't practice on my own. Everything I achieved was possible only because of the people effectually me. I trust them completely. And I'm not aback to ask for assistance. That goes for you, also.You lot're not lone.
Elincia: That'south a great manner to look at it. Give thanks you!

A Back up

Elincia: ...
Ike: We finally accomplish the capital tomorrow.
Elincia: Yes...
Ike: How are y'all feeling well-nigh information technology?
Elincia: More than a little broken-hearted... But... Nosotros've finally made information technology. I'g home. More than than anything, I experience relief.
Ike: You've grown strong, Princess.
Elincia: That's simply because I had such a corking function model.
Ike: Hah! I think you meant to say bad function model, right? By the mode, do you call back what you lot said to me on the southern ocean?
Elincia: W-what did I say? Hopefully, it was nothing too embarassing.
Ike: You said, "Give them a sound thrashing!"
Elincia: Oh...er...that? That was...um... I was trying to fit in, my lord Ike. To be rough and capable like the remainder of you.
Ike: You caught me off guard with that one.
Elincia: Hee hee! Information technology brings dorsum memories. When I fled the majuscule and was told about Crimea's defeat in Gallia... I prepared myself to live in burdensome, colorless despair for the rest of my days. Simply when I look back, I can encounter there were some warm rays of hope...poking through.
Ike: Y'all're correct...
Elincia: Tomorrow, I volition face King Daein and repossess Crimea...or die in the attempt. It is the only thing on my mind.
Ike: You employed me as a mercenary. I'll give you your money's worth! ...No. It means more than than that... To my concluding breath, I will do all that I can to ensure your dream...Elincia.
Elincia: Oh, Ike...

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Source: https://fireemblemwiki.org/wiki/Ike/Supports_(Path_of_Radiance)

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