Tharja/supports

This is a list of supports related to Tharja in Fire Emblem Awakening.

C Support

 * Tharja: ......
 * Avatar: Tharja? ...Are you following me?
 * Tharja: ...Maybe.
 * Avatar: Maybe?! I've seen you hiding behind tents and wagons all week!
 * Tharja: So you finally noticed...my love.
 * Avatar: Sorry, what? Your...love?
 * Tharja: Oh yes. I realized it the first moment we locked eyes. "He isn't like the others," I thought. "He's the one I've been seeking!"
 * Avatar: Riiiiight. Well, um, thank you? ...I guess?
 * Tharja: That's why I've been watching your every...single...move. Yesterday you read two books and part of a third. You snacked on an apple. And last night, you turned over 12 times in your sleep. ...Well below your average.
 * Avatar: You've been watching me sleep?!
 * Tharja: I thought you'd be grateful.
 * Avatar: No, I think "disturbed" is more the word. You mean to tell me you've been following me every single day since we met?
 * Tharja: ...Yes.
 * Avatar: I suddenly feel very ill.
 * Tharja: Don't worry. I'll take care of you. ...Veeery good care.
 * Avatar: Coming from a normal friend, I'd probably be happy to hear that. But somehow when you say it, it's not quite so comforting...
 * Tharja: Is that what you want, Avatar? Someone..."normal"?
 * Avatar: Well, I...suppose? That's to say—
 * Tharja: All I needed to hear.
 * Avatar: Wait, Tharja! Stay here! ...Where I can see you! Oh gods, this will not end well...
 * Tharja: ......Who says anything, ends well......

B Support

 * Tharja: Why good day, Avatar! How fare you? Enjoying this weather?
 * Avatar: ...Tharja? What are you doing?
 * Tharja: What, me? Ho ho! Whatever do you mean. Just a normal greeting on a typical day. ...Why? Are you concerned for my welfare, good sir?
 * Avatar: Um, well... I suppose, in a way.
 * Tharja: You ARE?! Why, how sweeeeeet!
 * Avatar: Actually, I'm more concerned about whatever you're planning for me.
 * Tharja: Of course I have a plan for you, silly-billy! Now close your eyes, and get ready for... A slice of liver-and-eel pie! That's your favorite, correct? Oh, I do so adore baking...
 * Avatar: ...Are you SURE you're all right, Tharja? You didn't eat anything strange, did you? Miscast a hex? Hit your head on a rock?
 * Tharja: Oh ho ho, goodness me! Such an imagination you have, good sir. I'm sure I wouldn't know anything about anything strange, much less eat it! Just a typical day for a typical girl here.
 * Avatar: This is about our conversation from before, isn't it?
 * Tharja: Don't be silly. Now have some pie!
 * Avatar: Look, I don't want—MMPH! *Munch, munch, munch* ...Actually, that's delicious.
 * Tharja: Oh, huzzah! I've been working on the recipe every day after normal practice!
 * Avatar: "Normal practice"...? You mean you've been practicing being normal?
 * Tharja: Indeed! And it worked! I'm perfectly normal now! Ho ho! My yes, so typically normally plain.
 * Avatar: Do you realize that your "typical normal" is actually very, very unusual?
 * Tharja: Oh my, huzzah? Goodness, I simply must...something?
 * Avatar: Tharja, I'm sorry about what I said before. You shouldn't have listened to me. I liked you more the way you were, so can you go back to being the old Tharja?
 * Tharja: Gracious, I... I have been practicing so diligently as of late, I'm not sure I can stop!

A Support

 * Tharja: (...Heh heh heh!)
 * Avatar: I'm glad Tharja's acting like her old self again. A-although... I feel... Urk! Ch-chills up my spine... G-goose bumps... C-can't stop sh-sh-shivers...
 * Tharja: Avatar? ...You all right? Avatar, you're shaking like a leaf! And your forehead's on fire! Okay, Tharja, think. We need cold water and a spell to bring down the fever...
 * Avatar: Nnnrgh...
 * Tharja: Hello.
 * Avatar: Huh? Wh-what happened? Why am I lying here?
 * Tharja: You lost consciousness and collapsed. It was because of the fever.
 * Avatar: Yes, I-I've been feeling unwell for a while. Probably been working too hard.
 * Tharja: I thought you might accuse me of putting a curse on you...
 * Avatar: I'd never assume that! What kind of monster would curse their friend...
 * Tharja: ...Oh. Right. That would be crazy! Heh heh.
 * Avatar: Anyway, thank you so much for taking care of me.
 * Tharja: Didn't you once say you wouldn't want me taking care of you?
 * Avatar: Clearly, I was mistaken.
 * Tharja: You're just saying that because I helped you out.
 * Avatar: No, it's true! In fact, I wonder if you wouldn't mind...staying... *Yaaaaaawn* Just...just for a while...
 * Tharja: Aw, how sweet. He's sleeping. Sleeping and...helpless. Hee hee hee hee!

S Support

 * Avatar: Tharja?
 * Tharja: Yes?
 * Avatar: Don't you think it's time you stopped standing right behind me?
 * Tharja: Why?
 * Avatar: Because I can't see your face.
 * Tharja: Why would you want to?
 * Avatar: Fine. I'll just turn around. That's better. ...Now that I think about it, this is the first time we've stood like this... So close...face-to-face...
 * Tharja: Perhaps.
 * Avatar: I rather like it. Maybe we should do it more often... Maybe we could stand together...forever.
 * Tharja: ...Forever?
 * Avatar: ...Forever.
 * Tharja: Wait, what are you giving... Avatar, is this a ring?
 * Avatar: I love you, Tharja. I want to be with you, forever.
 * Tharja: No-no! I can't! Not like this!
 * Avatar: Oh.
 * Tharja: ...There. Now try it again.
 * Avatar: Um, well, I guess if this makes you more comfortable... In truth, I'm getting used to it myself...
 * Tharja: Good. Heh heh...
 * Tharja: I can't believe you made me love you! ...Of course if you back out, I'll murder you in your sleep.

C Support

 * Tharja: ......
 * Avatar: Tharja? ...Are you following me?
 * Tharja: ...Maybe.
 * Avatar: Maybe?! I've seen you hiding behind tents and wagons all week!
 * Tharja: Ah. Of course you'd notice, with our fates entwined so...
 * Avatar: Sorry, what? Our...fates?
 * Tharja: Oh yes. I realized it the first moment we locked eyes. "She isn't like the others," I thought. "She's the one I've been seeking!"
 * Avatar: Riiiiight. Well, um, thank you? ...I guess?
 * Tharja: That's why I've been watching your every...single...move. Yesterday you read two books and part of a third. You snacked on an apple. And last night, you turned over 12 times in your sleep. ...Well below your average.
 * Avatar: You've been watching me sleep?!
 * Tharja: I thought you'd be grateful.
 * Avatar: No, I think "disturbed" is more the word. You mean to tell me you've been following me every single day since we met?
 * Tharja: ...Yes.
 * Avatar: I suddenly feel very ill.
 * Tharja: Don't worry. I'll take care of you. ...Veeery good care.
 * Avatar: Coming from a normal friend, I'd probably be happy to hear that. But somehow when you say it, it's not quite so comforting...
 * Tharja: Is that what you want, Avatar? Someone..."normal"?
 * Avatar: Well, I...suppose? That's to say—
 * Tharja: All I needed to hear.
 * Avatar: Wait, Tharja! Stay here! ...Where I can see you! Oh gods, this will not end well...

B Support

 * Tharja: Why good day, Avatar! How fare you? Enjoying this weather?
 * Avatar: ...Tharja? What are you doing?
 * Tharja: What, me? Ho ho! Whatever do you mean? Just a normal greeting on a typical day. ...Why? Are you concerned for my welfare, my lady?
 * Avatar: Um, well... I suppose, in a way.
 * Tharja: You ARE?! Why, how sweeeeeet!
 * Avatar: Actually, I'm more concerned about whatever you're planning for me.
 * Tharja: Of course I have a plan for you, silly-billy! Now close your eyes, and get ready for... A slice of liver-and-eel pie! That's your favorite, correct? I can give you the recipe, you know.
 * Avatar: ...Are you SURE you're all right, Tharja? You didn't eat anything strange, did you? Miscast a hex? Hit your head on a rock?
 * Tharja: Oh ho ho, goodness me! Such an imagination you have, my lady. I'm sure I wouldn't know anything about anything strange, much less eat it! Just a typical day for a typical girl here.
 * Avatar: This is about our conversation from before, isn't it?
 * Tharja: Don't be silly. Now have some pie!
 * Avatar: Look, I don't want—MMPH! *Munch, munch, munch* ...Actually, that's delicious.
 * Tharja: Oh, huzzah! I've been working on the recipe every day after normal practice!
 * Avatar: "Normal practice"...? You mean you've been practicing being normal?
 * Tharja: Indeed! And it worked! I'm perfectly normal now! Ho ho! My yes, so typically normally plain.
 * Avatar: Do you realize that your "typical normal" is actually very, very unusual?
 * Tharja: Oh my, huzzah? Goodness, I simply must...something?
 * Avatar: Tharja, I'm sorry about what I said before. You shouldn't have listened to me. I liked you more the way you were, so can you go back to being the old Tharja?
 * Tharja: Gracious, I... I have been practicing so diligently as of late, I'm not sure I can stop!

A Support

 * Tharja: (...Heh heh heh!)
 * Avatar: I'm glad Tharja's acting like her old self again. A-although... I feel... Urk! Ch-chills up my spine... G-goose bumps... C-can't stop sh-sh-shivers...
 * Tharja: Avatar? ...You all right? Avatar, you're shaking like a leaf! And your forehead's on fire! Okay, Tharja, think. We need cold water and a spell to bring down the fever...
 * Avatar: Nnnrgh...
 * Tharja: Hello.
 * Avatar: Huh? Wh-what happened? Why am I lying here?
 * Tharja: You lost consciousness and collapsed. It was because of the fever.
 * Avatar: Yes, I-I've been feeling unwell for a while. Probably been working too hard.
 * Tharja: I thought you might accuse me of putting a curse on you...
 * Avatar: I'd never assume that! What kind of monster would curse their friend...
 * Tharja: ...Oh. Right. That would be crazy! Heh heh.
 * Avatar: Anyway, thank you so much for taking care of me.
 * Tharja: Didn't you once say you wouldn't want me taking care of you?
 * Avatar: Clearly, I was mistaken.
 * Tharja: You're just saying that because I helped you out.
 * Avatar: No, it's true! In fact, I wonder if you wouldn't mind...staying... *Yaaaaaawn* Just...just for a while...
 * Tharja: Aw, how sweet. She's sleeping. Sleeping and...helpless. Hee hee hee hee!

C Support

 * Frederick: This exercise really works the stomach muscles. Ready? Just 300 this time! 299...298...297...
 * Avatar: Going...to...die...
 * Tharja: That's some dedication, Avatar.
 * Frederick: That's enough for today. Remember to hydrate and eat your hardtack. Diiiis-MISSED!
 * Tharja: What a taskmaster. I thought he'd never finish. Look at Avatar with those fools... I hope they realize he/she belongs to me. I suppose I could curse them all. ...Gods, that would take forever. It would be easier to just curse Avatar. A stink spell perhaps? If he/she caused people to pass out and retch, I'd have him/her all to myself! ...Except that he/she would smell like an outhouse. Hmm... Maybe a different plan...
 * Frederick: Come at last, eh, Tharja? I fear you missed the session.
 * Tharja: Oh. ...Darn.
 * Frederick: We did look for you, but it's important that we keep to schedule. In the end, I had to start Frederick's Fanatical Fitness Hour without you. But seeing as you're here, I suppose I can work in a private session.
 * Tharja: Um... Actually, that's not... Oh dear gods...
 * (Scene transition)
 * Frederick: Next up, biceps! I should warn you, this may burn a little bit. Aaand ONE! Aaaaaand TWO! AAAAAAAND THREE!
 * Tharja: *Pant pant* Wh-what's...happening to me... Vision...fading... Blackness...everywhere...
 * Frederick: ...I say, Tharja. You appear to be unwell. Let's pick this up again tomorrow. Get a night's rest and eat some beans.
 * Tharja: *Huff, huff* T-tomorrow... You're...joking... Why...want...*huff* torture me...?
 * Frederick: A sound body leads to a sound mind. You're just a little out of shape is all. See you tomorrow at dawn.
 * (Frederick leaves)
 * Tharja: ...I'm...a dark mage... *huff* Don't need biceps...the size...of beer barrels...

B Support

 * Frederick: Tharja! A word, if you please?
 * Tharja: I don't, actually.
 * Frederick: Why did you not keep our appointment at the training ground?
 * Tharja: We had an appointment?
 * Frederick: Don't play the fool with me! *sniff* I waited the entire day and most of the evening hoping you would show! That training ground is chilly at night, and I seem to have caught a cold. *sniff*
 * Tharja: Oh? I thought you'd be far too healthy to catch a cold.
 * Frederick: Erm, well...
 * Tharja: Tsk, don't feel bad. Cursed colds are harder on everyone.
 * Frederick: What?! You deliberately gave me a cold?!
 * Tharja: Hee. You seem angry.
 * Frederick: A-angry? Of COURSE I'm angry!
 * Tharja: Well, you should be. I'm very wicked. If I were you, I'd avoid me completely.
 * Frederick: You know why you did this, don't you? Weak physical conditioning! Your unsound body has resulted in a most unsound mind!
 * Tharja: I don't like where this is going...
 * Frederick: AAAAAAACHOOOOOOOOO! ...Ah, better. My cold has gone. I'm so fit, one good sneeze gets rid of all my symptoms.
 * Tharja: Er, that makes no sense.
 * Frederick: Now that I am recovered, we shall continue your training. Here, tomorrow. At dawn. And this time, you WILL come. Do I make myself clear?
 * (Frederick leaves)
 * Tharja: Yes, we'll see about that. Hmm... I lied about the curse, but even so, how did he shake a cold so quickly? Heh... Maybe next time I WILL cast a hex...

A Support

 * Frederick: Ah, Tharja. I've been waiting for you. Finally ready to build a healthy body?
 * Tharja: No. The reason I'm here... Is to check THIS!
 * Frederick: Argh! Wh-what are you doi... OUCH! Unhand me, woman!
 * Tharja: There! I knew it. You suffered a deep wound in the last battle.
 * Frederick: I didn't think anyone saw that...
 * Tharja: It happened because I cursed you.
 * Frederick: What?! We are allies! Why do you insist on plaguing me with dark magic?!
 * Tharja: It wasn't supposed to be harmful. It only made me invisible to you. It was the only way I could think of to avoid your insane training. But somehow, you still sensed I was in danger and shielded me from the blow. Even though you were cursed. Even though there was no way you could have seen me!
 * Frederick: Ah. This explains a great deal. I was unable to shake the persistent feeling that you were somewhere nearby. I feared that I was losing my mind, to tell the truth.
 * Tharja: You can tell Chrom if you want. He'll probably want to hang me by my thumbs or...something.
 * Frederick: The Shepherds do not engage in torture! Especially not with our stalwart comrades. In any case, it was not your fault. I should never have exposed myself to the hex. My guard slipped. The responsibility is mine.
 * Tharja: Gods, but you're a trusting fool. Is there any sin you won't forgive?
 * Frederick: You will not mind if I take that as a compliment?
 * Tharja: Take it however you want. Now let me take a look at that wound. *Grumble* For someone who cares so much about health...
 * Frederick: Tharja, do I detect a note of affection in your voice?
 * Tharja: I'm only looking after you because Avatar likes you.
 * Frederick: Ah. Then I'd best recover soon... For his/her sake, of course, heh.

S Support

 * Tharja: Has your wound healed?
 * Frederick: Good as new, thanks to you.
 * Tharja: Well then... ...... ...Yes?
 * Frederick: Yes, what?
 * Tharja: You're fully cured. No need to see me anymore. So why are you still here?
 * Frederick: I wanted to make absolute certain that you'll come to the next training session.
 * Tharja: I've promised you five times already! Surely that's enough. Look, what do you want? If you're not going to leave, I will.
 * (Tharja leaves)
 * Frederick: N-no, please! Wait! I had something to ask!
 * (Tharja returns)
 * Tharja: *Sigh* What is it?
 * Frederick: You didn't cast another curse on me recently, did you?
 * Tharja: Why?
 * Frederick: Because lately, a powerful...emotion has taken root in my heart. That wouldn't be the result of some evil hex, now would it?
 * Tharja: Not from me.
 * Frederick: In that case, the passion I'm feeling must come from within. Which makes this the perfect time to present this...
 * Tharja: ...This better not be a cursed ring.
 * Frederick: How can a love so powerful ever be called a curse?
 * Tharja: Love...? Wait, are you proposing?!
 * Frederick: Indeed I am.
 * Tharja: ...Are you mad?!
 * Frederick: If I were a poet, I could use sweet words to explain how my love came to be... But alas, I am not. I can only tell you what I know in my heart. I love you, Tharja. I want you at my side for all of my days.
 * Tharja: That's...really sweet actually.
 * Frederick: Then will you accept my ring?
 * Tharja: On one condition...
 * Frederick: Name it!
 * Tharja: We do the life's journey without the exercises. I don't care about a sound body, and I don't WANT a sound mind. Mages need to stay a little crazy, or we lose our edge...
 * Frederick: Agreed. No more exercising for you, and no more curses for me!
 * Tharja: ...... ...*Sigh* Oh, fine.

C Support

 * Tharja: ......
 * Virion: ......
 * Tharja: Oh, how nice. I was just going to ask for a volunteer from the audience. Tit for tat... Become a CAT!
 * Virion: Meow!
 * Tharja: Oh my. That was fast. Let's try another one, shall we? Jeepers creepers... Close those PEEPERS!
 * Virion: Zzzzzzzzzzz...
 * Tharja: This guy's a walking curse magnet. I've never seen anything like it.
 * Virion: *Snore* You are...so beautiful... *snort* Please...marry me... Zzzzz...
 * Tharja: Oh, that's quite enough of that. Spiders and flies... Open your EYES!
 * Virion: Whu—? Huh?! What?! Where am I?! Oh, alas! It was but a vivid dream. I've never slept so soundly in my life. Such a pity I awoke at that moment. She was on the verge of saying yes. We would have exchanged sweet nothings, and then, under the light of the moon—
 * Tharja: *Ahem*
 * Virion: Ah, greetings! ...Tharja, I believe? How may I be of service this fine day?
 * Tharja: Service, eh? That's not a bad idea at all. Oh, you're going to be perfect.
 * Virion: Aha ha ha! Oh, my good lady, you flatter me! Though I must admit, you're not the first woman to tell me such a thing. However, you ARE the most lovely! Perhaps I'm still dreaming, mmm?
 * Tharja: Enough chatter. You've got chores to do. Sputter and Spidge... Build me a BRIDGE!
 * Virion: As you command, milady! Virion, AWAY!
 * (Virion leaves)
 * Tharja: Oh, I'm going to like him a LOT. Eee hee hee!

B Support

 * Tharja: Dasher and derricks... Remodel the barracks!
 * Virion: As you wish, milady! Virion, AWAY!
 * (Scene transition)
 * Tharja: Flower and beast... Cook the whole camp a feast!
 * Virion: It shall be done, milady! Virion, AWAY!
 * (Scene transition)
 * Tharja: Hmm... What should I make him do next?
 * Virion: I shall do anything you ask.
 * Tharja: Did you say something?
 * Virion: I said, "I shall do anything you ask." You don't even have to rhyme.
 * Tharja: ...Wait. Have you been awake this whole time?
 * Virion: Of course.
 * Tharja: That's impossible. A victim of a curse enters a trance state with no memory or awareness of his actions.
 * Virion: A curse? Is that what you're trying to do? Tsk! You should have told me before. Those little hex doodads never work on me.
 * Tharja: But you've done everything I demand without hesitation! Are you playing me for a fool? Because that would make me...angry.
 * Virion: Not at all! I simply find it impossible to say no to a beautiful woman.
 * Tharja: What if I told you to... Oh, I don't know. Pluck out your own eye? Or sacrifice your life?
 * Virion: If necessary, I would do either one without hesitation. Ooh! Then I could wear a fine diamond eye patch.
 * Tharja: If necessary?! What does that mean? You're evading the question. Or you're lying.
 * Virion: I never tell a falsehood to a lady, even in jest. In time, you will come to see the sincerity of gallant Virion's heart.
 * Tharja: Hmph...

A Support

 * Tharja: You are a fool.
 * Virion: An unfair accusation, on its face. But it does harbor a grain of truth. When in the presence of a lady so fine, it ill behooves me to appear so slovenly.
 * Tharja: I'm not talking about your wardrobe! I'm talking about what you did.
 * Virion: Perhaps if milady were to tell me what I did, I might better explain why I did it.
 * Tharja: In our last battle, you threw yourself in front of a blow that was meant for me.
 * Virion: Don't you remember our talk?
 * Tharja: When you said you would give up your life if it were...necessary?
 * Virion: Exactly! Well, there was also a bit about eyeball plucking, but that's beside the point.
 * Tharja: You are immune to my curses, which means you chose to take the blow in my place. What I fail to understand is why.
 * Virion: Once, in the not-too-distant past, I was responsible for the lives of many people. Yet when that dastard Walhart attacked, I was unable to fulfill my solemn duty. We were overrun, and those who had placed their trust in me were...cut down. In response, I swore to devote my life to the service of others. The dead are gone, but if I save others in their name, they will not have died in vain. It is...the proper thing to do.
 * Tharja: That makes no sense.
 * Virion: Plainspoken and blunt, as always. I do like that in a woman!
 * Tharja: You are... Hmm... How do I put this?
 * Virion: A gentleman of impeccable manners? A dashing rogue of countenance fair?
 * Tharja: An idiot who bleeds on my behalf. I hate it when people bleed for me. I'd rather they bleed BECAUSE of me.
 * Virion: Are you SURE you didn't mean to say the dashing rogue one? Because I think—
 * Tharja: Enough with your japes! Now be quiet while I tend to those wounds. Otherwise, I might be tempted to stitch your mouth while I'm at it.

S Support

 * Virion: Sweet Tharja. I wanted to thank you for your gentle nursing the other day. In gratitude, I brought you a small token of my goodwill. I wonder if you would do me the honor of accepting it?
 * Tharja: This is a ring. ...A fancy ring. I smell a rat.
 * Virion: No rats, my sweet! Only common sense. If I am ready to give my life for you, I must be at your side night and day. Otherwise, I might miss my chance were it to come.
 * Tharja: So, if someone else asked you to give your life for theirs, would you do it? Is your kind offer open to strangers and village idiots alike, or am I a special case?
 * Virion: I have fond myself pondering that question of late. But no, Tharja. I will sacrifice myself for no one save you.
 * Tharja: Why?
 * Virion: When love blossoms in a man's heart, must he explain himself? But if you were to press me, I would say I have fallen for your gentle kindness.
 * Tharja: You must be thinking of someone else.
 * Virion: Oh? The bridge you had me build was so children could cross the stream in safety. The barrack repairs kept the soldiers dry, and the feast filled their rumbling bellies. You could have used me in any way possible, and yet you chose to benefit others. What is that, if not kindness? I would be honored to give my life in service of such an extraordinary woman!
 * Tharja: I don't want you to exchange your life for mine.
 * Virion: You would deny me the inestimable honor?
 * Tharja: Don't worry. I have a different plan for you. I want you to live, Virion. So promise me.
 * Virion: B-but that is no proper oath for a gallant warrior such as I!
 * Tharja: Nevertheless, it is what I desire. And if you want to marry me, you'll do it.
 * Virion: ...So be it. As milady commands. I pledge to defend your life. But I also swear to never risk my own life in service of this task! ...Good heavens. These are the strangest wedding vows ever!

C Support

 * Stahl: Hey there, Tharja. Catch!
 * Tharja: ...A fig? And what do you want me to do with this?
 * Stahl: Just thought you might be hungry. You barely touched your lunch, and you're pretty scrawny, yeah? Figured a nice juicy fig might hit the spot.
 * Tharja: You were spying on me in the mess tent?
 * Stahl: Well, I'd hardly call it "spying"... I mean, it's a public space, right? Anyway, I just noticed you were pushing beans around with a fork.
 * Tharja: Oh. Well, all right then. Very thoughtful of you.
 * Stahl: I actually have a whole bag. I could leave 'em right here if you—
 * Tharja: One is enough.
 * Stahl: Right. Got it. Well, I guess I'd better, um... Yeah. Just let me know if I can do anything else for you, all right?
 * Tharja: I am suspicious of this unbidden kindness.
 * Stahl: Sorry, what was that?
 * Tharja: Nothing, nothing... ...... You know, in my home, it is customary for new friends to exchange locks of hair. Perhaps you would give me a strand or two from your head.
 * Stahl: Huh? Oh, well, sure, I guess. I mean, if it's a custom...
 * Tharja: Thank you. You have been most helpful... Eee hee hee...

B Support

 * Stahl: Hey, Tharja. You have a moment? I was wondering about that hair-custom thing. See, because I've been asking around, and no one else has ever heard of it.
 * Tharja: You mean that nonsense about friends exchanging bits of hair?
 * Stahl: Er, nonsense?
 * Tharja: Hee! I'm a dark mage. You know what people like me do with locks of hair, right?
 * Stahl: Hey, wait a second... Y-you're not gonna put a hex on me?
 * Tharja: Oh, don't look so put out about it. It's really a tiny little thing. It just forces you to speak the truth to me... Or else die in a horribly painful manner.
 * Stahl: What?! But that's so...mean.
 * Tharja: Now, speak! Why are you so kind to me? Answer with truth, or else!
 * Stahl: *Gulp* I was... I mean, I was just kind of...um...concerned.
 * Tharja: You thought I might be a Plegian spy? Yes, I figured as much. But you should know I never liked that dastard Gangrel. What kind of king would sacrifice his realm to suit his own twisted goals? It's a travesty he ever took the throne.
 * Stahl: No, that's not what—
 * Tharja: I have been loyal to Chrom from the very beginning. Not that I imagine any of you sad sacks will believe me.
 * Stahl: That's not what I meant when I said I was concerned, Tharja.
 * Tharja: Oh, this should be interesting. So what exactly did you mean?
 * Stahl: Look, you always seem to be sitting off on your own without any friends. I thought you might be lonely. That's all.
 * Tharja: If I wanted friends, I would conjure them forth from the black abyss!
 * Stahl: Rrr...right. Got it. I'll just be...walking...over here now.
 * Tharja: Oh, stop. You don't have to go. I'm just surprised that you are what you claim to be. That's all.

A Support

 * Stahl: Hey, Tharja. Whatcha doing with that big crystal orb?
 * Tharja: Divination.
 * Stahl: Soooo, is that some kind of hex or what?
 * Tharja: Divination is the art of seeing into the future. Right now I'm trying to see who is going to win our next battle.
 * Stahl: N-no! Don't do that!
 * Tharja: ...Come again?
 * Stahl: If you see victory for us, we might get complacent and lose. And if you see defeat, we'll give up before we've even tried. Don't you see? No good can come of what you're doing.
 * Tharja: I suppose that's one way to look at it. I thought you'd be more confident.
 * Stahl: Oh, no. I go into every battle expecting to get my lunch handed to me.
 * Tharja: How inspiring.
 * Stahl: But don't worry! You're my special friend! I'll die before I let anything happen to you!
 * Tharja: ...What?
 * Stahl: Oh gods. Did I really just say "special friend"? I meant "stalwart ally." That's it! That's all.
 * Tharja: That's weird.
 * Stahl: Ugh... Well, you're the one who put that stupid truth spell on me. I can't help it if everything I say comes out in shades of pink.
 * Tharja: Hmm. I'd forgotten about that.
 * Stahl: Still, it's funny. Having to speak the truth is almost...relaxing, in a way.
 * Tharja: That's the first time one of my victims has thanked me. ...... Still, if you are so eager to be friends, perhaps it wouldn't be so terrible.
 * Stahl: Really? You mean it? My heart bounds like a thousand fluffy kittens! ...... Uh, do you think you could remove this hex now?

S Support

 * Stahl: Ha! Hya! Eeeya! ...Nope. Still not right.
 * Tharja: You'll get it eventually.
 * Stahl: Yeah, but when? I need to hone my skills if I want to serve Chrom and the others. Plus you'll never like me if I don't get strong and powerful.
 * Tharja: ...Like you?
 * Stahl: I mean, you're always strong and tough and scary, right? Well, I'm not. I'm just some guy who floats through life on a breeze. So if I don't get stronger, I'm never...you know. Gonna have a chance.
 * Tharja: Bashing a practice dummy to smithereens will not improve my opinion of you.
 * Stahl: Yeah, but it couldn't hurt, right?
 * Tharja: You're missing the point. Your modesty and flightiness ARE your strengths. They are also...oddly charming.
 * Stahl: Wait, really? They are?
 * Tharja: Yes, I suppose. Though gods help me if I understand why.
 * Stahl: Oh, Tharja! Marry me!
 * Tharja: Is this some kind of joke?
 * Stahl: I love you! I hunger for you with the passion of ten thousand dying suns! I can't breathe around you. I... *wheeze* *gasp* Look, I even went out and got a ring and everything. ...Please?
 * Tharja: For someone so mild mannered, you can be quite forceful... Very well. I accept.
 * Stahl: Really?! WOO! Tharja, this is the best day of my entire life! And you know that's true because I'd die a horrible death if I lied to you.
 * Tharja: Actually, I removed that curse some time ago.
 * Stahl: You removed... Wait, what?!
 * Tharja: Oh, yes. You had the power to hold your tongue all along.
 * Stahl: Really? ...REALLY really? ...... I think all the kittens in my heart just died of shame...

C Support

 * Avatar: Hello, Tharja.
 * Tharja: Oh, Avatar! *Siiiiiigh*
 * Vaike: HEEEEEEY, THARJA! Whatcha up to, sister?!
 * Tharja: Nothing you'd be concerned with. ...Or understand.
 * Vaike: Hah! That's where you're wrong. When some creepy mage is followin' a friend around, Teach MAKES it his concern!
 * Tharja: I'm not going to hurt Avatar. I just find him/her fascinating. You on the other hand...
 * Vaike: Hey, that Avatar's a handsome lad/lass, and no denyin'. Soft, silky hair... Strong, bulging/Round, shapely—
 * Tharja: Gods, you men are all the same. Completely obsessed with appearances. My attraction to Avatar is something I experience on a higher plane. It's a meeting of the minds.
 * Vaike: Well, maybe you and me could meet minds! Folks say the Vaike is pretty spiritual.
 * Tharja: You'd need a mind before I could consider meeting it.
 * Vaike: Aw, come on! Gimme a chance! I'm all about meetin' stuff!
 * Tharja: I'd have a better chance conversing with a donkey. ...Now go away before I decide to stab you.
 * (Tharja leaves)
 * Vaike: Monkey dung! What's that Avatar chump got that I don't? Well, I'm gonna find out, or my name ain't the one and only Vaike!

B Support

 * Tharja: It was so very nice to see Avatar today. Hee. I think I'll just sit here for a bit and bask in the glow of—
 * Vaike: HEY-OOOOOO, THARJA!
 * Tharja: ...Or perhaps I'll end my day by killing a man. What do you want, you great sack of suet? Are you spying on me again?
 * Vaike: Nope! Well, I mean, I WAS for a while, but I trust ya now. I had to make sure ya weren't up to any witchy business with my pal, Avatar.
 * Tharja: If I catch you spying on me again, I'll turn you into a toad.
 * Vaike: Hey now! Ain't no need for those kinda threats!
 * Tharja: I don't make threats. I make promises. Besides, isn't that what you want?
 * Vaike: Turnin' into a toad? Are ya batty?!
 * Tharja: Nothing is more intimate than having a hex cast upon you. The spell creates a bond between the mage and victim—a resonance of souls. You WERE eager to connect with me on this level, were you not? And besides, being a toad might increase your intellectual capacity.
 * Vaike: Sweet, crispy goat haunch! I barely understand a thing you say! But ol' Teach thinks bein' a soul mate to a fine gal like you would be preeetty sweet.
 * Tharja: I'd have better luck being a soul mate with the gunk between your fingernails.
 * Vaike: Waaait. Are you implyin' I'm stupid? 'Cause if you are, you're WRONG!
 * Tharja: Evidence suggests otherwise.
 * Vaike: Oh, he does, does he?! Well, I'm gonna find this Evidence fella and give him what for!

A Support

 * Vaike: Oh ho! Now THIS is a surprise.
 * Tharja: Shouldn't you be off eating dinner with the others? I hear they're having lamb. You can throw the bones on the ground and everything.
 * Vaike: Yeah, well, shouldn't YOU be havin' dinner, too? Whatcha doin' out here all alone?
 * Tharja: Nothing that concerns you.
 * Vaike: Look, you can't brush me off that easily. Teach knows why you're here. Yer thinkin' about the battle today, yeah? About how some folks got hurt? Don't go blamin' yerself for that, now. You did all ya could.
 * Tharja: ...I should have done more.
 * Vaike: Look, you're a creepy lady and all, but ya still shouldn't be so focused on the dead. I mean, there's plenty of livin' around here still, right? So why not focus on them? Here, I brought ya figs and part of a pie. Thought ya could use a meal.
 * Tharja: You planned this!
 * Vaike: ...Huh?
 * Tharja: You didn't just pass here by accident. You knew I was upset and followed me!
 * Vaike: Look, if ya keep askin' questions, this pie's gonna get cold.
 * Tharja: ...Perhaps I stand corrected.
 * Vaike: About what?
 * Tharja: I thought you lacked the ability to understand my mind. I may have been wrong.
 * Vaike: Didja say that? I totally forgot. Now dig in!

S Support

 * Tharja: One bat wing... A dash of pig tail... And then...
 * Vaike: I hope that ain't dinner yer makin'! Bwa ha ha ha ha! ...Er, no, seriously. Whatcha up to?
 * Tharja: I'm brewing a potion for a spell.
 * Vaike: Har! What is it? Fireballs? The Vaike loves fireballs!
 * Tharja: I'd rather not say.
 * Vaike: Why not? Ya gonna cast it on me? Bwa ha ha ha!
 * Tharja: ......
 * Vaike: Hey, wait! Ya ARE gonna cast it on me?! N-now look, sister! Ol' Teach told ya he don't wanna be no toad!
 * Tharja: It's not a toad, I promise. ...Ah, there we are. Done. All right, Vaike. Drink.
 * Vaike: Heck no!
 * Tharja: You need to trust me, Vaike. This potion is special. It will allow me to capture your heart.
 * Vaike: Wait, it's a LOVE potion? Har har! I coulda saved ya the bat wings! Before ya go pourin' stuff down my throat, take a look at this.
 * Tharja: This looks like a ring.
 * Vaike: See? Ya don't need spells or magic or whatnot to get my heart. Ya already have it!
 * Tharja: Very well. I accept your proposal.
 * Vaike: Aw, see? That's just swell! So, uh, maybe you'll just pour out that potion there, eh?

C Support

 * Tharja: Now where did I put that...
 * Kellam: Looking for something?
 * Tharja: ...! The last person who snuck up on me like that isn't a person anymore. How do you stay so quiet? Is it a spell of some kind?
 * Kellam: Um, no. Not that I know of, anyway.
 * Tharja: Right. Well, nice talking to you, quiet man. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a letter to mail.
 * Kellam: Oh! I'm here to mail a letter, too. Can I give you a hand?
 * Tharja: ...I know how to mail a letter. I just hope the postmen are still going to Plegia.
 * Kellam: Hmm. I imagine they would, but it's hard to say for certain. Why Plegia? Is that where your family lives?
 * Tharja: Yes.
 * Kellam: I suppose you're worried about them, huh? I worry about mine a lot.
 * Tharja: I come from a family of powerful mages. They can usually take care of themselves. But times like these... Well, who knows?
 * Kellam: A family of spell casters? Oh, wow. I bet they're safe as houses!
 * Tharja: I hope so...

B Support

 * Kellam: Say, Tharja?
 * Tharja: Agh! What did I say about sneaking up on me like that? Next time, I'll turn you into a newt.
 * Kellam: I wasn't sneaking, honest! That's just how I walk. Anyway, I just came to give you this. It arrived in the morning post.
 * Tharja: A letter? For me? Give it here.
 * Kellam: ......
 * Tharja: Oh, good.
 * Kellam: Is it your family? Are they all right?
 * Tharja: ...Are you still here?
 * Kellam: I was just anxious to hear the news.
 * Tharja: Why do you care about my family? It's kind of creepy. But if you must know, it's from my parents and everyone is just fine. ...And your family?
 * Kellam: Um, nothing yet. I've been coming here every morning, but...yeah. My eldest brother has a wife, and they usually answer right away. But this time, I don't know...
 * Tharja: I can check for you. ...I mean, if you want.
 * Kellam: How?
 * Tharja: I'm a mage, quiet man. There's not much we can't do.
 * Kellam: Gosh, would you really? That would be a load off my mind!
 * Tharja: Sure. Now, tell me about this brother of yours, and omit no detail. If I'm missing important information, the spell might go...horribly wrong.
 * Kellam: *Gulp* Um... D-does that happen a lot?

A Support

 * Kellam: Hey, Tharja?
 * Tharja: Argh! ...That's it. Newt time for you!
 * Kellam: I'm sorry! I tried not to startle you I clanked two pots together and everything! P-please don't turn me into a newt...
 * Tharja: Oh, all right. I'll give you another chance. Anyway, I assume this means you heard from your brother?
 * Kellam: That's right! He was in the refugee camp, just like you said. His letter says he and his family evacuated to avoid the fighting. I'd still be looking for him if it wasn't for you.
 * Tharja: Don't worry about it.
 * Kellam: Also, it sounds like he and his wife had a little baby boy. Which makes me an uncle, I suppose.
 * Tharja: Hee. That's good news.
 * Kellam: Um...
 * Tharja: What?
 * Kellam: N-nothing. I've just never seen you smile before. It's nice, is all.
 * Tharja: Maybe I'll turn you into that newt after all...

S Support

 * Tharja: Kellam?
 * Kellam: Gah! Y-you scared me! How did you see me?
 * Tharja: Heh. At last, revenge for all the times you crept up on me... I just had to modify a little invisibility spell I've been working on.
 * Kellam: Gosh. It must be handy being able to use magic like that.
 * Tharja: Here. I brought you something.
 * Kellam: What is it?
 * Tharja: It's a charm. It protects the wearer from misfortune and bad luck. I made a big pile and had some spares. I thought you could give it to your nephew.
 * Kellam: Aww, thanks! My brother and his wife will be so excited! You've been so nice to me, Tharja. I don't know how to repay you.
 * Tharja: I had some left over. That's all. Don't freak out.
 * Kellam: So actually, I have something for you, too. It's... Well, here.
 * Tharja: ...A ring? Did you win this at a carnival or something?
 * Kellam: I like you, Tharja. You're smart, and pretty, and you've been good to me and mine. Anyway, I've been thinking that maybe you and me could...be together?
 * Tharja: You are so very strange, quiet man. But I suppose I'm not exactly the harvest-festival queen myself.
 * Kellam: Don't say that! You're perfect!
 * Tharja: Now I know there's something wrong with you. But all right. Let's get married and make a strange life for the both of us.
 * Kellam: Wonderful! I can't wait to tell my brother the good news!

C Support

 * Tharja: You there. Boy. Do you know where I can find a newt's eyes?
 * Donnel: Yes ma'am! I've seen tons of them slimy critters up in yonder stream. Hold and I'll fetch ya one!
 * (Scene transition)
 * Tharja: You there. Boy. Where can I get the tail of a snow-white sow?
 * Donnel: Fresh out, I'm 'fraid. But I can run ask the camp butcher if ya like!
 * Tharja: That dunderhead wouldn't possibly have such a thing...
 * Donnel: Well, I suppose I could hop down the valley and check the local swineherd. I reckon one'a them pigs'll have a white tail!
 * (Scene transition)
 * Tharja: You there. Boy. Bring me a bat.
 * Donnel: Shucks, they mostly live in caves down by the ol' fishin— Er, beg pardon, ma'am, but...did you just order me to go fetch a bat?
 * Tharja: Yes, I did. Sometime today, please.
 * Donnel: Well, all right then! I'll just toodle on down to the caves and flush one out!
 * (Donnel leaves)
 * Tharja: ...I can't imagine why that hayseed keeps following my orders. I haven't even had a chance to place a curse of servitude on him yet...

B Support

 * Donnel: Howdy, ma'am! I got them two venomous black snakes you been lookin' fer!
 * Tharja: Yes, thank you. Just throw them in the usual place.
 * Donnel: You got it!
 * Tharja: ...... Well? Aren't you going to ask me?
 * Donnel: Ask ya what, ma'am?
 * Tharja: Tsk. Don't play coy. The favor, obviously.
 * Donnel: I reckon I don't quite follow.
 * Tharja: You want me to use my magic powers to do something for you, right? For weeks you've been running hither and yon, collecting specimens. At first it was amusing, but you've actually proved to be quite helpful. So then? Name your price. What do you want in return?
 * Donnel: Well, I imagine I'd like ya to do nothin', ma'am.
 * Tharja: I don't understand.
 * Donnel: I don't want nothin' in particular, so I'm askin' ya to do nothin'.
 * Tharja: Surely you must have some reason for helping me.
 * Donnel: Gosh, ma'am. That's just how we do things back in my village. If a mage was settin' about to cast a curse, see, we was all duty bound to pitch in. Just like we all help build the barns and mend the fences and clear the pastures!
 * Tharja: Wait. You used to help mages cast curses? Cast curses...on you?!
 * Donnel: That's what curses are all about, right? Usin' dark arts fer the greater good? By helpin' you, I reckon I'm helpin' everyone in the Shepherds. Ain't that right? Gosh, maybe THAT should be my favor! I should ask ya to cast more nice magic!
 * Tharja: I don't know who taught you about curses, but that's not how they work.
 * Donnel: It ain't?
 * Tharja: Gods, it's a wonder your village is still standing... But all right... I'll see if I can find a way to cast some, er, "nice" magic. And in the meantime, you can keep collecting specimens.
 * Donnel: Yee-haw! It's a dilly of a deal!
 * Tharja: I think this is going to be a very useful arrangement. ...Particularly for me.

A Support

 * Donnel: Tharja, your hexes sure are powerful! Everyone's feelin' on top'a the world!
 * Tharja: Hmm...
 * Donnel: The cold what was goin' 'round done threw us all for a loop. I didn't know what we was gonna do till ya cast ter hex and fixed us up!
 * Tharja: Snuffing out a sniffle is a fairly simple matter, actually. You just have to direct the curse at the cold instead of the person.
 * Donnel: Well, you sure done impressed me! There's just one thing I don't get... Why don't ya want me tellin' no one it was you what cursed them ailments?
 * Tharja: People might get the wrong idea.
 * Donnel: Whatcha mean?
 * Tharja: They might think I did it for some kind of...common good... Or out of the goodness of my heart. *shudder* I only did it to thank you for the help you've given me. If people think I've gone soft, I'm finished as a dark mage...
 * Donnel: Well, either way, the result's the same.
 * Tharja: Yes, well. If you need some disease cured again, you know where I am. However, I want something of you in return.
 * Donnel: Don't worry! I'll keep on collectin' all them creepy crawlies for ya!
 * Tharja: ...Heh heh. You really are quite useful.

S Support

 * Donnel: Heya, Tharja. I went'n collected all them things ya wanted.
 * Tharja: ...Ah, good. Then I have everything I need for my next spell. Just stand still please...
 * (Scene transition)
 * Tharja: Whew... It is done...
 * Donnel: Erm, Tharja. Is it all right if I ask ya a lil' question?
 * Tharja: That depends.
 * Donnel: What was that spell you just cast? Usually ya tell me what yer fixin' to do, but not today.
 * Tharja: I was making this.
 * Donnel: Dancin' donkeys! That there's a fine ring!
 * Tharja: ...It's for you.
 * Donnel: Fer me?!
 * Tharja: I made another one just like it for myself.
 * Donnel: Well shucks, this is startin' to sound like yer fixin' to get us hitched!
 * Tharja: Well, yes, as far as society at large is concerned, we would be wed. However, in practice, I want you to be more like my...personal servant. I consulted a few books; this seemed the easiest way to secure your cooperation.
 * Donnel: Books? Yer dark-magic tomes talk about weddin's?
 * Tharja: Well, what became weddings, yes... You'd be surprised how many social rituals have come out of the dark arts. In this case, an exchange of rings forging an unbreakable bond. It symbolizes a solemn pact that two people will stay together until death.
 * Donnel: Gosh! Sounds like someone's in love with ol' Donny!
 * Tharja: That...would be another way to put it, yes. In any case, I would like your answer. Will you join with me?
 * Donnel: If you promise to love me all my life, then we got a deal! Collectin' bats and watchin' you cast hexes is excitin' as all get-out! I wouldn't mind doin' nothin' but fer the rest of my days!.
 * Tharja: Excellent! Then it's settled. Now put that ring on like a good boy... And become mine FOREVER! Eee hee hee...

C Support

 * Lon'qu: Tonight we're holding a war council. Don't be late.
 * Tharja: Is Lissa hosting again? Maybe she'll make more of those little honey cakes. Oh, hold on. You've got a bug stuck in your hair...
 * Lon'qu: Don't come any closer!
 * Tharja: Well, if I repulse you THAT much...
 * Lon'qu: You are not special. I feel the same about all women.
 * Tharja: Well, that makes it all better. Hmm... I wonder if someone cast a curse to make you fear women.
 * Lon'qu: I think not.
 * Tharja: Then why are you so afraid of us?
 * Lon'qu: Something at the core of my nature has always made me...uneasy around you.
 * Tharja: Yeah, still sounds like a curse to me. I wonder who cast it?
 * Lon'qu: ......
 * Tharja: You want me to fix it? It must be hard turning into a gibbering idiot whenever you meet a woman.
 * Lon'qu: You have the power to rid me of this fear?
 * Tharja: Someone's iiiiiiinterested...
 * Lon'qu: I am not.
 * Tharja: Sure, whatever. When you change your mind, you know where to find me.
 * (Tharja leaves)
 * Lon'qu: ......

B Support

 * Lon'qu: Tharja.
 * Tharja: I'm not going to move across the room, if that's what you want.
 * Lon'qu: ......
 * Tharja: Okay, I have better things to do than watch you stand there with your mouth agape. You want me to dispel your fear, right?
 * Lon'qu: Can you truly release me from this crippling aversion to your kind?
 * Tharja: Only if you promise to never refer to women as "your kind" again. Also, I need to know exactly where this fear comes from.
 * Lon'qu: ...All of it?
 * Tharja: Unless I know the true nature of what ails you, I cannot destroy it.
 * Lon'qu: Every night, I am plagued by a dream. A dream of true events. Of a young girl who lost her life because of me. She was an ordinary village girl who lived on the outskirts of town. We became friends despite the fact that I was an impoverished youth from the slums. In time, she began to steal away from her parents to see me. Love flowered between us. But then...
 * Tharja: Go on.
 * Lon'qu: I'm sorry. This is...difficult for me. One day we went to the fields to picnic and spend time by the river. ...The bandits were so fast. So many. I fought them with all that I had, but she still... They...
 * Tharja: I'm sorry, Lon'qu.
 * Lon'qu: From that day on, the presence of a woman has filled me with fear. A woman died because of my failings. I would not let it happen again. And though that day is long past, I relive it every night...
 * Tharja: It is not unusual for powerful incidents to grip our hearts for many years after. You aren't crushed by mortal means, Lon'qu—the memory IS the curse.
 * Lon'qu: Can you help me?
 * Tharja: Perhaps. But it will take time. I must learn about you, this girl, and your youth spent in the slums. If I am to break the curse, I must know everything there is to know about you.
 * Lon'qu: If that is what it takes...

A Support

 * Tharja: Lon'qu? I'm ready to perform the ritual.
 * Lon'qu: Do you avow this ritual will cleanse my soul and finally grant me peace?
 * Tharja: Yes. It will erase everything and give you a fresh start.
 * Lon'qu: Good.
 * Tharja: However, the curse has been with you for years, and it's roots reach deep. The only way to eradicate it is to uproot it along with all of your childhood memories.
 * Lon'qu: You mean, I will forget everything? My life in the slums? The times I spent with...her?
 * Tharja: Every last bit. But those memories torment you, right? You should be pleased to lose them.
 * Lon'qu: No. I cannot go through with this.
 * Tharja: Hey, I spent hours collecting bat wings. You can't back out now!
 * Lon'qu: Even as I told you my story, I realized how important the memories are to me. My life on the streets? Her death? These experiences make me strong. If I lose the memories, what happens to the lessons I learned from them? I fear they too, will be lost.
 * Tharja: ...Seriously, do you have any idea how many bat wings I had to collect?
 * Lon'qu: I have confidence a woman of your ilk will have another use for them. Even so, I'm very grateful for your help.
 * Tharja: Okay, don't thank me. That just feels weird.
 * Lon'qu: Then I shall think of some other way to pay you back.

S Support

 * Lon'qu: Tharja.
 * Tharja: Oh. Lon'qu. How are you planning to waste my time today?
 * Lon'qu: Nnngh...
 * Tharja: Are you...forcing yourself to stand closer to me? Don't tell me you let someone else erase your memories?
 * Lon'qu: This is...my own doing. I can overcome my fear...through tyranny...of will.
 * Tharja: Well, charmed, I'm sure. But at this rate, it's going to take years to cure yourself. Why don't you let me help?
 * Lon'qu: No. I don't want to rely on magic or tricks...
 * Tharja: Not with a curse, idiot. ...I mean you can practice on me. We could be friends. Companions, even. Be there for each other in times of trouble. If we were together day and night, you'd overcome your fear.
 * Lon'qu: What do you mean?
 * Tharja: Sometimes, I swear you're about three arrows short of a quiver. Here. I'll use small words, okay? Let's. Get. Married. Of course, if you're not up for it, that's okay, too. It'll give me one more time to follow Avatar around.
 * Lon'qu: Your proposal might have worked better without that last bit. Even so... Marriage has long seemed like a distant dream to me. However, there is a strength and grace about you that I find appealing. You are the first to look so deep into my heart and accept what you saw there. With you at my side, I might finally free myself of this painful past.
 * Tharja: To be honest, I was expecting you to throw up or something.
 * Lon'qu: I fear making friends with any woman, lest ill fortune strike them down. But you are frighteningly fierce. I wager you can look after yourself.
 * Tharja: It's true. People who mess with me tend to get turned inside out.
 * Lon'qu: I find this thought oddly comforting.
 * Tharja: All right, then. We'll get married and see if we can't make you normal again.
 * Lon'qu: And as proof of my dedication, I offer you this ring.
 * Tharja: ...Wait. You had this ready the whole time? Oh, you are a sly dog, Lon'qu.

C Support

 * Ricken: Say, Tharja? You can...you know...do magic and stuff, right?
 * Tharja: Yes. I can do magic and...stuff.
 * Ricken: Cool! So, um, can you maybe teach me how to cast a curse?
 * Tharja: Did someone steal your lunch money?
 * Ricken: Oh, jeepers, no! I just like learning new skills is all.
 * Tharja: Curses and hexes are no simple matter. ...But perhaps you possess the talent.
 * Ricken: Oh, I do! I'm sure I do! So you'll teach me then?
 * Tharja: No.
 * Ricken: What? Oh, come on!
 * Tharja: Casting hexes is not a hobby to be picked up on a whim.
 * Ricken: I know! This is serious business! Super-deadly serious business! I'm trying to get as strong as possible so I can be a key part of Chrom's army. I'm studying fencing, wyvern riding, and even butter sculpting! ...You know. Just in case.
 * Tharja: Hexes and curses are a different animal. A wild, untamable beast. Now forget we had this conversation, and go practice your butter sculpture.
 * Ricken: Well, phooey. I was hoping she'd just say yes. But no worries! She's going to learn that Ricken never, ever gives up!

B Support

 * Tharja: ...Are you still following me? Shoo.
 * Ricken: I'll stick to you like an ant on honey until you teach me how to cast curses.
 * Tharja: Maybe the first lesson will be me casting one on you.
 * Ricken: Seriously? That'd be great! Just let me gird my loins here... Okay! Ready when you are.
 * Tharja: ...Gods, but you are persistent. *sigh* Fine.
 * Ricken: Really? You'll teach me?
 * Tharja: ...No. But I'll tell you why I CAN'T teach you. My own powers are not fully developed, so I'm in no position to instruct anyone.
 * Ricken: Oh. ...Wait, really?
 * Tharja: Just because I'm a powerful dark mage doesn't mean my training in complete. I have many hexes yet to learn, and even the ones I know don't always work.
 * Ricken: When it comes to cursing, you're awfully conscientious.
 * Tharja: The hexing arts are a capricious master, and I do not like mistakes.
 * Ricken: But if you're afraid of slipping up, how can you learn new things? Everyone knows the best way to learn is to just do it and see what happens.
 * Tharja: That seems like a rather dangerous attitude for a mage. Although... Hmm... That actually might be fun... All right. I'm going to start experimenting with new and unknown magic. I'll go out to the woods alone and cast every curse and hex I've ever heard of! ...Hee.
 * Ricken: Hey, wait! This was all my idea. You have to let me come!
 * Tharja: ...I'll think about it.

A Support

 * Tharja: Do you have the materials I asked you to prepare?
 * Ricken: Yep, all here! I'm ready to get cursing!
 * Tharja: Then you can begin. But make sure to follow my orders exactly.
 * Ricken: I will. ...Oh wait.
 * Tharja: Yes?
 * Ricken: You haven't told me who I'm supposed to cast it on yet.
 * Tharja: You can try it on me.
 * Ricken: ...Er, are you sure?
 * Tharja: It's the quickest and easiest way to determine if you did it correctly. And I'm not sure these other chumps would appreciate being test subjects.
 * Ricken: No, I guess not. Okay, here goes... Hyaaa! ...So how do you feel? Did it work?
 * Tharja: Huh, it would appear that I'm cursed. That's very good for a first attempt.
 * Ricken: Hurray!
 * Tharja: ...Hurray! Oh! I see you chose a happiness-contagion hex. How sweet of you.
 * Ricken: I was actually kind of surprised someone invented nice curses. I thought they were all scary and cruel and just turned people into weasels.
 * Tharja: Don't be fooled by the name. Curses are a kind of magic that gives life to dreams. Whether it is a dream of joy or horror depends very much on the victim.
 * Ricken: People are all wrong about you, Tharja. You're actually really nice! I mean, even though you seem creepy, you let me practice on you. Maybe you should show more of that side instead of the doom and gloom. I mean, your smile is pretty, you know? You should show it more.
 * Tharja: I like the way I am.
 * Ricken: Well, okay, I guess. Seems like a waste, though...
 * Tharja: Life would be dull if everyone was happy and polite. Also, don't tell anyone about this. I have an image to maintain.
 * Ricken: Okay, Tharja! It'll be our secret. So does this mean you're going to teach me more curses?
 * Tharja: Maybe some simple ones.
 * Ricken: Aw, can't I learn them all?
 * Tharja: Let's start small.

S Support

 * Tharja: You really are good at this. I see you've already mastered the basic hexes.
 * Ricken: Thanks to you!
 * Tharja: Keep your thanks. Our lessons have helped me learn more about my art. Working with you have helped focus my thinking.
 * Ricken: Sooo, the more you teach me, the better you're going to be?
 * Tharja: I suppose. But you really don't need me to continue your studies. You've got plenty of talent without me mucking around in there. As long as you're curious and dedicated, you'll be fine.
 * Ricken: But I only learned so fast because you're such a good teacher! I want you to show me more creepy spells and teach me how to sneer and stuff!
 * Tharja: ...Teach you how to sneer?
 * Ricken: A-actually, I think we can learn a lot from each other, you know? So, um, I kind of got you...this.
 * Tharja: That looks expensive.
 * Ricken: It's a family heirloom. I was told to give this ring to the woman I marry. I'm going to be of age soon, and when that happens, I want you to be my wife!
 * Tharja: ...We do make a pretty good team, don't we? If I can just convince you to be a little more evil... ...Heh.
 * Ricken: So that's a yes, right? ...Um, is that a yes?

C Support

 * Tharja: You.
 * Gaius: Me?
 * Tharja: Yes, you. You're a thief, right? Skilled at pilfering and all that? I've got a little job for you.
 * Gaius: I'm listening...
 * Tharja: I want you to bring me a strand of Avatar&apos;s hair.
 * Gaius: That's...unbelievably creepy. What do you need his/her hair for?
 * Tharja: Hee hee...
 * Gaius: Um, yeah. I don't usually take sinister chuckles as an answer. Sorry, kid. Go find someone else to help with your weird hobbies.
 * Tharja: This is not a negotiable request.
 * Gaius: Oh? And what are you going to do about it, Sunshine? Curse me?
 * Tharja: Yes.
 * Gaius: Heh. Ain't a hexer alive that's managed to put a curse on Gaius the Nimble! Go on, Sunshine. Do your worst.
 * Tharja: You are making a terrible mistake...
 * Gaius: Ooh! So scaaary! Do you see me shaking here?

B Support

 * Gaius: Hey there, Sunshine.
 * Tharja: ......
 * Gaius: Look, I know I'm unbelievably sexy, but you don't have to stare so hard.
 * Tharja: Don't you feel...different?
 * Gaius: What do you mean?
 * Tharja: I cursed you. Some time ago, in fact.
 * Gaius: Nope! I'm right as rain.
 * Tharja: Impossible. My frog eyes were fresh... My newt tail was still twitching... Ah, wait. Maybe that's it.
 * Gaius: You figure something out there?
 * Tharja: I must have added the wrong herbs to my cauldron. Instead of cursing you, I've just enhanced your stamina and lifted your mood... Damn and blast!
 * Gaius: Yep. That's a real bummer right there. But now that you mention it, I have been feeling pretty frisky today. It's like all my cares have melted away! So the good news is, your little spell actually works.
 * Tharja: That's very encouraging. Now, let's see... If I simply recast the spell like so... And replace the lambswort with a pinch of wyvern saliva...
 * Gaius: *Yawn* Are you still trying to curse me?
 * Tharja: Hee hee... Thanks to you, I'm one step closer to perfecting the ultimate curse.
 * Gaius: Right. Well, Sunshine, you just let me know when you get that— Huh. She's gone. That's a bit disconcerting... Ah, well. Anyway, let's see if Lissa has any more of those little cakes!

A Support

 * Tharja: ......
 * Gaius: Hey there, Sunshine. Curse anyone lately?
 * Tharja: Look at me carefully. Do you feel...different?
 * Gaius: You mean aside from the pale woman staring into my eyes like a lunatic? Nope all aces here.
 * Tharja: Blast and damnation!
 * Gaius: Maybe you should consider a new line of work there, Sunshine. What was this curse supposed to do anyway? Turn me into a toad?
 * Tharja: It was meant to help you see my good side.
 * Gaius: Wait, what? Are you trying to make me fall for you?
 * Tharja: It's just an experiment, fool! I have to test it somehow.
 * Gaius: Guinea pig, eh? I gotta say, I'm a little surprised.
 * Tharja: About what?
 * Gaius: I didn't realize you fancied me! I mean I know I'm a charming devil and all, but—
 * Tharja: I'd rather fall in love with a kraken. And besides, love brewed in a cauldron isn't real. If I ever decided to look for love, I would insist on an unsullied version. ...Although, I'm not above using a potion or two to get the boulder rolling.
 * Gaius: Oh, fair maiden... I never imagined you were such a romantic!
 * Tharja: Don't be sarcastic.
 * Gaius: No, I'm serious. Knowing that actually makes you much more attractive. I've always had a soft spot for bad girls, and they don't come much badder then you.
 * Tharja: ...Perhaps my spell is working after all.
 * Gaius: Ah! I've been a fool! A blind, stupid fool! Your radiant hair! Your stunning eyes!
 * Tharja: All right, then. Experiment complete. Now you stay there while I go mix up an antidote.
 * Gaius: No, don't do it! I don't want to be cured!

S Support

 * Gaius: Um, Tharja? Why are you following me around?
 * Tharja: I want to make sure the antidote continues to work.
 * Gaius: Oh, right. That. Um, ha ha ha! Of course it worked! Of...course. ...Er, it DID work, right?
 * Tharja: You are completely free of any spell, curse or hex.
 * Gaius: Huh. 'Cause you see, there's one liiittle problem with that... I still find you incredibly attractive, and I think I'm in love with you.
 * Tharja: Wow... Okay, that IS a problem.
 * Gaius: There's only one cure for this condition. You must accept...this.
 * Tharja: ...A ring?
 * Gaius: I had to be sure it wasn't your magic that made me fall for you.
 * Tharja: ......
 * Gaius: Okay, look. You want the truth? I've been interested in you for awhile. Long before you ever tried casting a spell, anyway. I just didn't know a way to chat you up that didn't end with you hurling fireballs at me.
 * Tharja: ...In that case, I accept.
 * Gaius: What? You do?
 * Tharja: You are a sarcastic and coarse man, but there is something...interesting about you. Plus, you let me test spells on you. That has to count for something.
 * Gaius: Glad to be of service. But, um, you're not STILL going to use me as your guinea pig, are you?
 * Tharja: Not unless you disappoint me. ...You WON'T disappoint me,, right?
 * Gaius: Not after that, I won't!

C Support

 * Gregor: Ah-ha! There is Tharja! Gregor is needing to ask question. Is all right, yes?
 * Tharja: I'm busy.
 * Gregor: Ah! You are not wanting be seen talking to old man like Gregor.
 * Tharja: Age has nothing to do with it. I'm just not interested in talking.
 * Gregor: Oy, little girl have tongue like snake. Very full of evil. Tharja could pretend to not liking old-man smell at least. Then Gregor is less insulted,
 * Tharja: You could smell like roses and fresh-cut grass. It wouldn't matter.
 * Gregor: Why are you hating friendly Gregor?
 * Tharja: I said I didn't want to talk to you. ...So why are you still talking?
 * Gregor: Old man like Gregor only hears what he wants. Very useful skill in life, yes?
 * Tharja: ...Is that true?
 * Gregor: Oy, NOW evil girl is expressing interestedness in Gregor!
 * Tharja: Because that would explain why my curses never work on you.
 * Gregor: Oh no! Why are you trying to cast evil hex on poor Gregor?!
 * Tharja: What does it matter? The damned spell didn't work anyway.
 * Gregor: Ah-ha! That is why you are being so rude. Gregor is immune to your witchery! I make you look like...how you say? Fool? Amateur? This sort of thing?
 * Tharja: Go ahead and mock me, old man. I'll have my revenge, just you wait...
 * (Tharja leaves)
 * Gregor: Wait, evil girl! Gregor is still having long list of questions to ask!

B Support

 * Gregor: Oy, why is evil girl still not talking? Gregor is nice guy! Laugh like bowl of jelly!
 * Tharja: ...I should inflict a permanent silence curse on you, old man.
 * Gregor: Ho ho! Evil girl's spells not work on Gregor! Are you remembering this?
 * Tharja: I have...never been...this angry...in my entire life!
 * Gregor: You should forget with all the anger and the making of the clenched fists. Gregor only want to chat. Make with the small speech, yes?
 * Tharja: You want to be friends with me? Then prove your loyalty. Give me nail clippings and a lock of hair so I can cast a spell that sticks.
 * Gregor: If Gregor agrees to your unholy terms, you must answer question, yes? Most times Gregor only wants to know if evil girl have dinner plans. But not today.
 * Tharja: ...You get one question.
 * Gregor: Oh, that is too bad. Gregor have long list. But he will narrow it down... Does evil girl know magic spell that can, how you say, bring back dead?
 * Tharja: Seriously? That's your question? It's almost as bad as "can you make me immortal?" Ugggh!
 * Gregor: So then, you cannot do this?
 * Tharja: No, Gregor. I can't. No one can. Now if you want to TALK to the dead, that's something I could maybe arrange.
 * Gregor: Is for truly? Oh, yes, that would be more than enough! Please, you must help Gregor talk to dead person.
 * Tharja: It's not easy, you know. It takes a lot of work, and a LOT of preparation.
 * Gregor: Please, you must do this! Gregor gives you soul in exchange, yes?
 * Tharja: ...Really, now?
 * Gregor: Cross Gregor's heart and hope to die!
 * Tharja: Well, if you're that desperate, maybe I can do something...
 * Gregor: Then Gregor is being always in your debt.

A Support

 * Gregor: Tharja! You finish spell, yes? Read all tomes? Collect bat wing? Please say yes. Gregor is very much wanting to talk to dead person!
 * Tharja: I am ready. Now then... Whose soul do you wish to summon?
 * Gregor: Gregor's brother. His name is Gregor.
 * Tharja: ...You have the same name?
 * Gregor: When he died, Gregor took Gregor's name. Is fitting tribute, no?
 * Tharja: ...Oh, gods. That's why the curses never worked! The brother whose name you took must have died with unfinished business. If he clings to this world, the name would still belong to him.
 * Gregor: And that make spooky magic not work right, yes?
 * Tharja: A curse won't stick if you don't know the true name of the intended target.
 * Gregor: You want to know Gregor's real name now, yes? So you can charm him?
 * Tharja: Later. Right now, we need to focus on your brother. Imagine his face... Imagine his voice... Now... Talk to him.
 * Gregor: Hello? Gregor? Yoo-hoo! Are you hearing?
 * Tharja: (Brother... Is that you...?)
 * Gregor: Oy, is sounding just like him! Tharja is summoning soul of brother!
 * Tharja: (My brother...)
 * Gregor: Oh, brother! I am so sorry you die because of bad thing I did! If you bear grudge, tell me now. I atone for injustice!
 * Tharja: (I bear no grudge against you... You did all you could to save me...) (You must not feel guilty... I am proud of you...)
 * Gregor: Oh, Gregor! I try to save you, but bandits were so many!
 * Tharja: (You must forgive yourself, Brother...) (Forgive...)
 * Gregor: *Sniff* Oy, G-Gregor...
 * Tharja: Well? Did you say what you had to say?
 * Gregor: Y-yes. All thanks to Tharja. Gregor's brother was taken by bandits, and he could not save him. Gregor had huge hole in heart, but now hole has been filled in. Gregor have no more regrets. You can take soul or whatever now.
 * Tharja: ...... I'm...a little tired. Perhaps next time.
 * Gregor: Gregor brings soul next time we meet. You take then, yes?

S Support

 * Gregor: Gregor must thank Tharja again. You did him great favor! Brother hears apology and forgives Gregor. Now he is like new man!
 * Tharja: Yeah? Well that makes one of us who's happy.
 * Gregor: Oy, but Gregor says thank you many times over. Why are you giving him that evil glare of fury?
 * Tharja: Ever since I hosted the soul of your brother, something has been...wrong with me. I can't stop thinking about you. It's... incredibly annoying.
 * Gregor: Ah... You fall in love with Gregor? Is okay. He sees same thing before. But, is good. Gregor likes you, too. That is why he is bringing you present!
 * Tharja: ...This is a ring.
 * Gregor: Look on inside. Is having Gregor's name carved in! If you accept, then we carve your name next to Gregor's. Together forever!
 * Tharja: ...You intend to continue using the name of your brother?
 * Gregor: Thanks to you, I know he forgives Gregor for unfortunate and violent death. So now Gregor bears his name with pride! ...He also very used to it by now.
 * Tharja: Well, it's as much yours as your brother's I suppose. ...Hmm. Maybe now some of my curses will actually stick.
 * Gregor: For you, Gregor do anything. Even if it turns him into toad.
 * Tharja: I don't think that will be necessary. Besides, I've got a better idea... Heh heh...

C Support

 * Nowi: Huh? Is that you, Tharja? What are you doing?
 * Tharja: ...Strange. I cannot read through the shell that cloaks your mind.
 * Nowi: Dragons don't have shells, silly! They have scales and talons and stuff.
 * Tharja: Speaking of talons, I need some of your nail clippings. Just a sliver or two from the ends will suffice.
 * Nowi: Um...what for?
 * Tharja: Manakete talons are used in dark-mage divinations. I want to see what the future holds for me and Avatar.
 * Nowi: Oh my gosh, you can tell fortunes? That's amazing! Okay, wait. ...Oof! Here's a bag of all my toenail clippings! ...Yes, I saved them. Don't ask why. Long story. Slightly gross. But! If you take these, I get to ask the first fortune. Deal?
 * Tharja: *Yawn* I suppose you want me to find you your true love, yes?
 * Nowi: What? No! Don't you dare poke around in my love life! No, I want you to find out about my mom and dad. Like, where they are, and if they're safe, and all that. Can you do it?
 * Tharja: ...Yes. Give me your clippings, and I shall begin the preparations.

B Support

 * Nowi: Hey, Tharja!
 * Tharja: ...Oh. You.
 * Nowi: So did you do it? Did you find out about my mom and dad?
 * Tharja: ...Yes.
 * Nowi: So what's the story? Don't hold out on me. Spill those beans!
 * Tharja: Your mother and father are both...doing well. They worry about you all the time and can't wait to see you again.
 * Nowi: Oh, that's great! So where are they? I have to go see them.
 * Tharja: They are far, far away, Nowi. Too far for you to ever reach them.
 * Nowi: Pfft! Yeah, right. If they're beyond the oceans, I can fly to them. If they're in the deepest forest, I can walk to them. I'm kind of immortal, you know? I've got plenty of time.
 * Tharja: Ten thousand years would not be enough. Just be content knowing they're well.
 * Nowi: ...What aren't you telling me?
 * Tharja: ......
 * Nowi: Tharja, just tell me the truth. I'm a grown woman. I can take it.
 * Tharja: I could not locate your parents. And this means...
 * Nowi: That they've gone to a land so far away neither of us have ever heard of it?!
 * Tharja: Um... Well, yes. I suppose it COULD mean that...
 * Nowi: Aw, what a shame. I suppose I won't be seeing them anytime soon, huh? Well, thanks anyway.
 * Tharja: You're, uh, welcome...

A Support

 * Nowi: *Sniff* Mom... Dad... *sob*
 * Tharja: Nowi?
 * Nowi: H-huh? Oh... Tharja.
 * Tharja: You've figured it out, haven't you? About your parents?
 * Nowi: What do you mean? Do you have more news?
 * Tharja: Stop it, Nowi. You don't have to pretend. I can tell you've been crying. And I know why.
 * Nowi: I don't cry! I'm really strong! *sniff* Besides, nothing bad has happened. Mom and Dad are just...far away. So I don't have any reason to cry. ...Look, I'm fine, all right?
 * Tharja: All right. You weren't crying. I was clearly mistaken. ...Oh, I almost forgot. I decided to look into your future the other day.
 * Nowi: You did?
 * Tharja: You survive the war, and you end up living a very happy life. Every day is full of laughter, and you're never lonely again.
 * Nowi: Well, that sounds just like now! I have you, and all the Shepherds, and every day is super fun!
 * Tharja: And it's only going to get better. ...So dry those tears.
 * Nowi: Hmph. What tears? I'm strong, remember?
 * Tharja: So you are, Nowi... So you are.

C Support

 * Tharja: Spoonful of frog's wart... One lizard tail... Cockscomb of a coal-black rooster...
 * Libra: What are you doing, Tharja?
 * Tharja: Trying to invent a spell that can change memories.
 * Libra: Is such a thing even possible?
 * Tharja: Well, I'll never know if you stand there and bother me, will I?
 * Libra: Ah, of course. I'll leave you to it. Er, but before I go, can I ask you one thing?
 * Tharja: Make it snappy.
 * Libra: How are you going to determine if the experiment is a success?
 * Tharja: I'll cast the hex on someone and see what happens. Same as always.
 * Libra: In that case, I would like to volunteer to be your test subject.
 * Tharja: Oh? A priest wants to sacrifice himself for the greater good? Shocker...
 * Libra: Unfortunately, my motives are largely selfish.
 * Tharja: Sure whatever, I accept anyway. Just don't blame me if it all goes horribly wrong.
 * Libra: Er, is that a possibility?
 * Tharja: No curse is without danger. There's always a risk of harm—to body AND soul.
 * Libra: I see. Then, I shall prepare for the worst, but hope for the best.
 * Tharja: Pray to whatever gods you believe in, Priest. ...This is going to be fun.

B Support

 * Tharja: I shall now attempt to cast the memory-transformation spell...
 * Libra: Ready when you are.
 * Tharja: We should act on a memory that won't affect your ability to fight in battle.
 * Libra: Something from my childhood would probably work best. For example—
 * Tharja: Hey! I'm calling the shots here. But, er, just for fun... If you could choose a new memory, what would it be?
 * Libra: I'd like to remember a time spent with doting parents in a warm, loving home. Could you conjure such a memory?
 * Tharja: That sounds positively nauseating. But who am I to criticize? Think hard about the scene... Visualize it in your mind's eye...
 * Libra: Ah! I can see it now!
 * Tharja: All right...here goes... ...Nmm...mmm...nngh... ...What? Th-this cannot be.
 * Libra: Is something wrong?
 * Tharja: ...Er, no! No, no. Nothing at all. There done. The hex is cast. Do you feel different?
 * Libra: Um, no, not really.
 * Tharja: Huh. Well, I guess it didn't work.
 * Libra: Maybe I'm the problem.
 * Tharja: No. It failed because I don't yet have the talent and knowledge. Er, but Libra. When I cast the hex, I saw... Well, I saw a terrible darkness in you. What was that?
 * Libra: ...Ah. I see. I tried to hide it from you, but it appears I failed. My hope was that your hex would extinguish it before you knew of it.
 * Tharja: So that's why you volunteered to be my guinea pig.
 * Libra: As I said, my motives were selfish. I'm sorry for using you like this.
 * Tharja: No skin off my back. But now I'm very interested in all that darkness festering inside you... If I could tap into it, it could power some truly intense hexes.
 * Libra: In that case, would you like to continue experimenting on me?
 * Tharja: Doesn't it scare you to go delving into that dark place?
 * Libra: I am beyond fear, dear Tharja. Nothing can terrify me.
 * Tharja: A lot of dark mages would take such a boast as a challenge.
 * Libra: Heh heh. Perhaps I'm not beyond fear after all.

A Support

 * Tharja: ...... I...I saw it. I saw everything. I know what lies in the dark depths of your heart.
 * Libra: Then you know my most secret of secrets... That my parents believed I was possessed by demons and abandoned me. And you know the terrible price this inflicted on my soul.
 * Tharja: You were alone and loved by no one. An urchin, wretched and friendless. Until you found the faith and became a priest, your only memories are pain. ...I don't know how you manage to survive with such a burden.
 * Libra: Nor do I. But, strangely, now that you know of it, the burden has grown lighter. It's as if the very act of your witnessing my sorrows has blunted their power.
 * Tharja: When hearts and minds come together, they sometimes change each other. It's like a spell of sorts—if one side is transformed, the other is, too.
 * Libra: Perhaps your magical hex has somehow dispelled my darkness.
 * Tharja: Doubtful. I didn't cast anything of the sort. In any case, I can no longer use you as a test subject.
 * Libra: Why not?
 * Tharja: Because I have nothing further to learn from you. Once you know someone's secret pain curses become a bit too easy.
 * Libra: That is unfortunate. I'd hoped I could help you more. Well, if you ever think of something else I might do, will you tell me?
 * Tharja: Maybe you should just focus in being happy for a bit, you know? Now you can face life without all that pain dragging you down.
 * (Tharja leaves)
 * Libra: Yes... Hmm. Thank you, Tharja. I shall do just that!

S Support

 * Libra: Tharja? Might I have a word?
 * Tharja: What is it?
 * Libra: I wonder if you wouldn't mind looking into my heart once more.
 * Tharja: Why?
 * Libra: It will be easier for you to look than me to tell you.
 * Tharja: You know, you priests can be very pushy when you want to be. Maybe this time I'll do more than look. Did you consider that? Maybe this time I will plant a seed of terror in your soul.
 * Libra: Anytime you're ready.
 * Tharja: Wow, someone's serious today. All right, don't move...
 * Libra: I won't.
 * Tharja: ...... Wh-what is... I don't understand.
 * Libra: You looked into my heart, didn't you? You saw the feelings I have for you.
 * Tharja: Why did you make me do this?
 * Libra: When hearts touch, they effect each other. Much like a curse does, or so you said.
 * Tharja: I maybe said...something like that.
 * Libra: So how do you feel? Any change in your heart? Any new yearnings or feelings?
 * Tharja: You seek to put a hex on MY heart? Y-you're a priest! How dare you!
 * Libra: Well, you started it.
 * Tharja: I most certainly did not.
 * Libra: Ah. Then the love I feel must have grown naturally from my own heart. And how is it YOU feel, Tharja? Because while priests can do many things, casting hexes is not one of them.
 * Tharja: Liar! You're lying! You have to be! O-otherwise...
 * Libra: Otherwise we have fallen in love with each other naturally.
 * Tharja: Are you sure this isn't a trick?
 * Libra: Love has no value if it is won by deception.
 * Tharja: Then I guess I have no choice but to believe my heart.
 * Libra: So if I were to offer this ring and propose marriage, would you accept?
 * Tharja: You had a ring all ready? That's rather bold, Libra.
 * Libra: Such fateful moments come but rarely in our lives. I did not want this one to pass me by.
 * Tharja: It's strange, but you seem completely different from the man whom I first met.
 * Libra: Different in a good way, I hope?
 * Tharja: ...Yes. Different in a very good way. And now you'll be the second-most important person in my life. ...After Avatar.
 * Libra: Um, well, I...suppose I can live with that?

C Support

 * Tharja: I know you.
 * Henry: You do?
 * Tharja: When I still fought for Plegia, we heard all sorts of stories about you. A silver-haired youth with a knowledge of curses and an extraordinary gift for magic. A man guarded by fierce crows so that very few had seen the true extent of his powers.
 * Henry: Oh wow! Now that's a reputation! Yeah, crows have always had a thing for me, I guess. Dunno why.
 * Tharja: Perhaps you'd be willing to teach a trick or two to a fellow dark mage?
 * Henry: Sure! You want me to cast a death curse on someone?
 * Tharja: Someone in camp? Mmm... No. That could be problematic.
 * Henry: Hee hee! Yeah, I guess. Too bad, though. See, 'cause I've got one that makes blood come out your—
 * Tharja: Thank you, I get the picture. What's with the smiling, anyway? No one's going to trust you if you're grinning like the village idiot.
 * Henry: Hee hee! Smiling? This is how I always look.
 * Tharja: Hardly reassuring. Tell me what you're plotting and I may yet spare you.
 * Henry: Sorry! Nothing sinister over here. I'm just a hale and hearty mage.
 * Tharja: Ugh... Hale? Hearty? Have you no respect for our ancient profession? We're supposed to be harbingers of pestilence and famine and doom!
 * Henry: Mm... I love doom.

B Support

 * Henry: Hello, Tharja!
 * Tharja: *Mumble, mumble* *hiss*
 * Henry: Heey! Did you just put a curse on me?
 * Tharja: Yes, Now, if you do not speak the truth, you will DIE! Answer me clearly and without hesitation. Are you a foreign spy?
 * Henry: Nope! Not me! Although I do own a cloak and a couple daggers.
 * Tharja: Who do you serve? Ylisse or Plegia?
 * Henry: Aw, I don't get into politics. I just want to toss fireballs at bad guys.
 * Tharja: Interesting. That's the same reason I joined up.
 * Henry: Really? Hey, would you maybe tell me all about it?
 * Tharja: I'm doing the interrogating here. Now then, one final question... Do you vow to never cause harm to Avatar, no matter what?
 * Henry: No problem!
 * Tharja: ...How strange. My magic ensures that you are telling the truth. But I find your heart difficult to read. It seems devoid of human emotion. What's inside that head of yours? What are you thinking?
 * Henry: Right now, I'm thinking about you. And about how you must really REALLY like Avatar!
 * Tharja: Mind your own business, little man.
 * Henry: Is that why you're always following him/her around?
 * Tharja: I wouldn't expect someone like you to understand affairs of the heart. In any case, you may go. I have no further use for you.
 * (Tharja leaves)
 * Henry: Hey! Tharja! You forgot to remove the curse! Oh, well. I suppose it'll fizzle out eventually. La la la...

A Support

 * Tharja: Here you are.
 * Henry: Yep! Here I am!
 * Tharja: I have a rather urgent problem, and I need your help.
 * Henry: Do you need a death curse? Please say you need a death curse.
 * Tharja: No death curses! ...... It appears that I, myself, am victim of a curse from an unknown assailant. I have tried to remove it, but the magic is too powerful. I'm hoping that if we combine our might, we may be able to—
 * Henry: Hecka-necka, jimma-jamma, woozle-wazzle! Aaand presto! Curse dispelled! Actually not dispelled. I tossed it back at the original sender. Hee hee!
 * Tharja: That's impossible. ...... By the gods! It IS gone.
 * Henry: Yeah, dispelling curses is kind of my specialty. Right now, whoever cast that curse must be in one confused pickle! Too bad we can't be there to see it. That would be swell!
 * Tharja: With that kind of power, you could have easily deflected my earlier curse...
 * Henry: Oh yeah. I guess so, huh? Although you didn't need to put a truth curse on me, you know? I don't have anything to hide, and I've never told a lie in my life.
 * Tharja: Aha! At last you reveal the source of your power. You disarm your foes with terrifying honesty and sincerity!
 * Henry: Well, usually I disarm foes by removing their arms. But your way sounds impressive, too!
 * Tharja: It's not a compliment.
 * Henry: Hee hee! I know!
 * Tharja: Stop being so blasted cheerful, or I'll... I'll twist your tongue in knots!
 * Henry: Oh, you can try to cast a hex on me...if you dare!
 * Tharja: Don't think you're the only one who can deflect curses!
 * Henry: Wizard fight! Wizard fight! Yaaaaaay!

S Support

 * Henry: Hey, Tharja! Look at these flowers I found! Aren't they pretty?
 * Tharja: Er, yes. Sure. I suppose they are.
 * Henry: Aw, Tharja. You're just saying that. You don't think they're pretty at all! Poor little flowers—after they went to all that trouble to bloom and everything.
 * Tharja: Are you actually talking to them? That's more than a little creepy. If you don't cease at once, I'll cast a hex and turn them into dry sticks.
 * Henry: Tharja, would you like that better? Would you prefer these poor flowers to be twigs?
 * Tharja: You make it sound as if I'm being rude to your ridiculous bouquet.
 * Henry: I don't mean to! It's just that if you wanted a bundle of twigs, I'd be happy to oblige.
 * Tharja: Wait, what are you—
 * Henry: PRESTO! ...There you go.
 * Tharja: You were so pleased with those flowers, yet you destroyed them just like that...
 * Henry: Nya ha! Oh, I don't care—as long as you're happy, that's all that matters.
 * Tharja: Wh-where is this going?
 * Henry: Tharja, I'm head over heels for you! In fact, I'd rip my heels clean off if it would put a devious grin on your face! Heck, I'll destroy this whole army if that's what you want. ...Do you want that?
 * Tharja: Ugh, of course I don't. Do you think I'm completely insane?
 * Henry: No, I was just using it as an example. So anyway, you want to get married?
 * Tharja: Egads, you do know how to sweep a girl off her feet, don't you? And yet... If you promise to protect Avatar, I just might consider it. If we both fall into some mortal peril, I want you to save Avatar first. Is that clear? You must be ready to sacrifice me for his/her sake. If you can bring yourself to promise me that, then yes, I will marry you and—
 * Henry: Is that all? Easy peasy! No problem what-so-EVER!
 * Tharja: Good. ...I think.
 * Henry: This is great. I thought you'd make the condition really, really onerous. Like, so hard that I'd think twice about the idea. But you didn't! So, anyway. I'd better go down to the smith and get a ring made.
 * (Henry leaves)
 * Tharja: You know, he may actually, truly be crazy... I mean, what kind of proposal was that? Still, it's not like I'm the most normal person around either. Who knows? Perhaps it's the perfect match...

C Support

 * Morgan: Hmm... I wonder why I have no memory of my mother... All of my memories of Father are so crisp and clear... I remember what an amazing tactician he was, all the time we studied together... But nothing at all about my mother. It's one big blank.
 * Tharja: What are you doing?
 * Morgan: Mother! That's amazing! I was just thinking about you! This is totally fate! Family-style fate! ...Wait, no. How did Father put it? "We're not pawns of some scripted fate. It's the invisible ties we forge that bind us." So yeah, it's not fate. It's the whole invisible bond-link...thing!
 * Tharja: You don't say?
 * Morgan: Yup! Even without my memories, there's an invisible thread that links us. Er, but that reminds me... I was just wondering how I could possibly have forgotten you, Mother. Do you think you could help me get those memories back?
 * Tharja: Well, I SUPPOSE I could spare the time...
 * Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! I'll start preparing. Oh, I can't wait to get started!
 * (Morgan leaves)
 * Tharja: ...Sometimes I can't deal with that child.

B Support

 * Morgan: Mother? Do you have a moment?
 * Tharja: If it's quick...
 * Morgan: Perfect! Then let's get started on Project Get Memories of Mom Back! Step one—figure out how we're going to trigger some flashbacks. I've already tried banging my head against a post, but nothing. I mean, it made me dizzy and nauseated, but it didn't unearth any hidden memories. What do you think, Mother? Perhaps a stone wall would work better?
 * Tharja: Look, maybe you'd better take a break from all the head smashing, all right? Here, why don't you try staring at me for a bit? Maybe something'll come to you.
 * Morgan: Argh, that's perfect! You're a genius! I must have seen your face a million times in the future. It's bound to bring SOMETHING back if I stare at it long enough. Okay, sorry to invade your personal space here, but... Here goes... ...... ......... ............ ............... Drats! It's not working. I don't remember a thing. It's like... Have you ever stared at a word so long it kinda fell apart? And you think, "Is that how that's spelled? Wait, is that even a real WORD?!" Except here it's "Is that what Mother looked like?"
 * Tharja: *Sigh* Perhaps that's enough of the memory project for one day.
 * Morgan: Sure... I'm still a little dizzy from banging on the post earlier to be honest... But this doesn't end here! I'm not giving up until I remember you, Mother!

A Support

 * Morgan: *Sigh* No luck today, either... I'm going crazy trying to remember you. I feel so useless! I'm just so... *sniff* Why can't I... *sob*
 * Tharja: Oh, we're crying now? Wonderful...
 * Morgan: B-but I know I must have loved you just as much as I loved Father. I bet we had a million memories together, and the thought of having lost them... I feel like I failed you. Like I... Like I... *sob*
 * Tharja: ......
 * Morgan: *Sniff* S-sorry, I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-my head! ...Wha—?!
 * Tharja: What now?
 * Morgan: I...I remembered something! Just one tiny little memory, but...I remember! You were smiling at me...and you called my name... Hah ha! Yes! You looked a little bit older, but it was DEFINITELY you! Oh thank you Mother, I never would have remembered without your help. And hey, this is great! If I can get one memory back, maybe I can get the rest! It may take time, but I won't stop trying until I remember everything about you.
 * Tharja: Well...good luck with that.
 * Morgan: Aw... Thanks, Mom.

C Support

 * Tharja: You there.
 * Noire: Eep?! M-Mother! Did you need something?
 * Tharja: What were you doing in that last battle? Were you trying to distract me?
 * Noire: I... Did I? I'm sorry, I didn't intend to, I swear.
 * Tharja: You mirrored my every movement! It was like some bizarre curse.
 * Noire: Oh. That. Well, you see—
 * Tharja: Don't care. Doesn't matter. Just stop.
 * (Tharja leaves)
 * Noire: N-no, wait! It was force of habit!
 * (Tharja returns)
 * Tharja: What...habit?
 * Noire: In the future, you were always too wrapped up in your research to teach me things. N-not that I blame you! I know you had your reasons... You were consumed with avenging Father, so you never had time to waste on me. But I wanted to help you, so I... I taught myself magic and dark arts by following your example.
 * Tharja: And that became a habit?
 * Noire: Er, well, yeah. I guess.
 * Tharja: Hmm...
 * Noire: O-oh! But if it's a distraction, I'll stop! I promise! So, um, it'd be really nice if maybe you didn't...put any weird curses on me?
 * Tharja: I see... Hmm... I'm thinking this could have its uses... Heh... Meh heh heh heh...
 * Noire: Eeeek!

B Support

 * Tharja: Why doesn't it work?! We're performing the rites in perfect sync!
 * Noire: Hmm... Still no use, then.
 * Tharja: "Still"?
 * Noire: Well, I've... I've never managed to actually place a hex on anyone... I can use dark magic in combat just fine. But the sorts of hexes you deal in, Mother—they've always been beyond me somehow.
 * Tharja: That makes no sense. You're able to mirror my actions perfectly.
 * Noire: True, but I can only mimic the form. Not the substance.
 * Tharja: It still doesn't make sense. But then again, none of this does. Why wouldn't my future self have taught you how to properly curse people? If I was swallowed up in research, I'd never turn away a useful assistant...
 * Noire: I'm not sure. I was pretty young.
 * Tharja: Hardly a problem. I was instructed in the dark arts from infancy. Even my umbilical cord was cut with a curse.
 * Noire: Ew, gross! What kind of weirdo curses a newborn baby?!
 * Tharja: Meh heh heh... Well, no matter. That just means it falls on me to shape you into something useful. Oh, and I shall teach you... Whether you wish it or not. Heh... Meh heh heh.
 * Noire: I'm s-scared, Mother... But I'll try to...do my best.
 * Tharja: Hmm, yes. Yes, you will...

A Support

 * Noire: I've assembled the last of the implements for the rite, Mother. I'm finally going to learn to cast hexes. I'll make a useful assistant yet, just watch!
 * Tharja: ......
 * Noire: Er, Mother?
 * Tharja: ...I've changed my mind. There will be no rite tonight.
 * Noire: What? But...
 * Tharja: I won't be teaching you the dark arts. Now put those implements away.
 * Noire: But why? Wh-what did I do? Do I lack the talent? Am I in your way?
 * Tharja: You have a frightening amount of talent. Your innate magical potential is vast. Even that talisman I made turned you into an entirely different person! One couldn't hope for a greater vessel to shape into a curse slinger. ...And you could never be in my way.
 * Noire: Then why?
 * Tharja: ...I think I've come to understand the motives of my future self.
 * Noire: What?
 * Tharja: I don't want you dealing in hexes. The dark arts carry with them tremendous risks. My future self knew as much...
 * Noire: You think that she was worried for my safety? That...she loved me?
 * Tharja: Can't say. Not about her, at least. ...But I love you, if that helps.
 * Noire: Mother...
 * Tharja: Just don't expect to me to say it often! ...Or maybe ever again. And just because hexes are off the table doesn't mean I have nothing to teach you. There are more ways than hexing to skin a cat. ...Or other things. Heh. So pay attention, and try to follow along.
 * Noire: Oh yes, ma'am!