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((From Hector and Matthew Support...I think C Support.))
MATTHEW: Good day, young master. How fare you?
HECTOR: Oh? Matthew!
MATTHEW: I've heard you're quite strong, you know. But if there's anything I can do to help, don't hesitate to ask. Just say the word, and I'll
swipe healing balms from our very enemies!
HECTOR: I might just ask for that later on, yeah.
MATTHEW: Say, aren't you a bit hungry?
HECTOR: Hrm... Now that you mention it. Should've brought some rations or something, I guess.
MATTHEW: leave it to me! I thought we might have need, so I packed some before we left. Here, I put it in your sack there...
HECTOR: That was thoughtful... ...I mean, hey! What are you doing putting it in MY pack?
MATTHEW: You are strong, young master.
HECTOR: That's not the point! Man, and I thought my bag was heavy before...
you don't give your master extra to carry, got it?
MATTHEW: Ah, but you always were so generous, my lord!
HECTOR: I oughta... ...Man, why do I get stuck with all the lame henchmen?
MATTHEW: Ah, young master! Wait up for me

BARTRE: Ah! True! That is true! Forgive me, friend! There is nothing that
needs contesting between us, is there?
RAVEN: Right you are, Bartre. Now, return to your post...friend.
BARTRE: Yes...yes! ... ...! Eh...?
RAVEN: What's wrong?
BARTRE: Um, what's your name?
RAVEN: ... ... ...

Bartre and Raven's are always really funny. xd

Hints at femmeslash!

Tana: Eirika, are you all right?

Eirika: I am, thank you, Tana. I always feel better when you're around.

Crazy Moulder!

Moulder: Gilliam, did you hear something?

Gilliam: No, Moulder. I didn't hear a thing.

Moulder: Was it just in my head? Hm. That can't be good.

Another funny one:

Gilliam: Neimi, I wanted to ask about your vision-training regimen.

Neimi: Ah, where I stare into the distance and concentrate?

Gilliam: Yes. I've been trying it out myself, but... I've had some
problems.

Neimi: Problems? What do you mean?

Gilliam: Whenever I'm training, people start to avoid me. It's not just
that. Even animals run away from me when I'm at it.

Neimi: And you're just... You're just staring into the distance?

Gilliam: Yes. Standing perfectly still, staring into the distance.

Neimi: Maybe it's... because you look scary... I used to get that a lot.
Cormag said I was frightening him. He thought I was angry at him.

Gilliam: I look... scary? Hm... I have refined my scare to intimidate my
foes in battle. You may have a point. No wonder people get scared when
they see me glowering into the distance. You know, I might almost
consider it a compliment of my knightly prowess!

Neimi: I have an idea... Perhaps if you smile, it might not be so
scary.

Gilliam: ... Like this?

Neimi: ...

Gilliam: It's still scary, isn't it?

Neimi: Uh... Maybe it's because you're crossing your arms. How
about... holding some flowers instead? That might help.

Gilliam: You want me to stare into the distance... smiling... and holding
flowers?

Neimi: I think that would look good...

Gilliam: You're just being nice, Neimi. Your keen vision is a gift, and
your training may improve it... But I know I can never imitate it. It's
yours and yours alone. I place much faith in your sharp eyes and steady
hand.

Neimi: Th-thank you, Gilliam! I won't let you down!

Brotherly "Love":

Forde: Franz... I need you to survive this war. You and I will go home
together. When this war is over, you and I will go home and rebuild our
lives.

Amusing as well razz

Moulder: Colm, you dolt! Don't you see what you've done!?

Colm: Hey! That's no way to be! I was trying to do you a favor here.
It's not my fault if I accidentally burned your package lighting my torch!

Moulder: That's exactly what I'm talking about! You're always so careless!
My spare robes were in that bundle! Oh, and now look at them!
They've been charred black!

Colm: Oops... Those were your clothes? Tch! That IS a shame. My mistake.
I apologize.

Moulder: This isn't the first time this has happened, Colm!
And it was my robes of office then, too! I'm starting to wonder if you have
it in for my clothes.

Colm: Oh, no, no. Don't be silly! And besides, only the bottom has been
singed. Just trim it off and wear it short. See? Why, I'm sure you'll set the
world of fashion on fire with your new look!

Moulder: That's what you said last time about the sleeves.

Colm: Oh, er... Really? Ha ha ha! Well, sorry. I'm sorry. No, really.
I deeply regret this.

Freaky priest!

Moulder: Colm. Did you do what I asked of you?

Colm: Of course, Father Moulder! In fact, I've set aside a little time each
night to reflect on my day's deeds!

Moulder: Good. I'm glad to hear you've taken my suggestion to heart.
Might I inquire as what manner of thing you're reflecting on?

Colm: Well, I reflected on how hungry I was, and so I packed some extra
salted pork today.

Moulder: Did you say... salted pork?

Colm: Yes. See, on reflection, it had been a while since I'd had salted pork.

Moulder: ... What about the day before?

Colm: Hm... The day before... Oh, yeah! I was reflecting on how much walking
we'd done, and I realized I needed new shoes. I figured, next chance I get,
I'd go out and steal me a new pair!

Moulder: Colm... I'm not sure you understand what it is I asked you to
reflect upon.

Colm: You told me to think about what I'd done during the day and to reflect
on it.

Moulder: I told you to think over the things you did and feel sorry for
having done. I wasn't talking about what you wanted to eat or whether you
needed new shoes! That is not the point of all this!

Colm: Did it ever cross your mind that... maybe I haven't done anything I'm
sorry about?

Moulder: Don't be foolish! Think back on the things you've done during the
day. Then, think about the troubles you caused and vow not to repeat them!
Do you understand me now? This is for your own sake! I'll come back in a few
days. Keep thinking!

Colm: ... I thought that whole self-reflection thing was going a little too
well. Fine, Father. I'll do it. I'll do it.

Sisterly love anyone?

Syrene: Vanessa: I'll be right by your side tonight, so just relax.
You need a good night's sleep.

Vanessa: Thank, Sis. I sleep better when you're around.

I find this funny:

Lute: It's common knowledge that pegasi have strong resistance to magic.
I developed a new counterattack to that power, but it still needs refining.
I guess what I'm saying is... Can I try it out on Titania?

Vanessa: What?! No! Of course not!

Lute: I was joking.

Vanessa: Sigh. You said it with such a straight face... You definitely had me
fooled.

Lute: Thank you! That's so sweet of you to say.

This one made me almost pee my pants. If you don't get it, look up the word aphrodisiac

Vanessa: Lute, did you know this? The wings of a thousand pegasi are an
incredibly potent aphrodisiac.

Lute: I... I didn't know that... OK, now I really need Titania's help.

Vanessa: Wait! Wait! I was just kidding! Hush, Titania! Hush! I was joking!

Lute: I see... I was, um, kidding, as well. Heh, heh?

Vanessa: Hee hee! Consider it payback. But, Lute, I never thought you would
try to steal the wings right off her back! Guess the battlefield is a lonely
place! Ha ha ha ha! You know, I'm often told that I need to loosen up and not
be so serious. I'd always tried to be like my sister. She's very strong, as
both as a knight and a person. Maybe I've tried too hard. But it's so much
easier to loosen up with people like you around. Thanks!

Take this one a different way and you'll understand why... And replace the word "swing" with "thrust"

Ross: Eeeyeeergh!

Garcia: That all you got?

Ross: Aww! Mmmmgrrrr... Ha!

Garcia: Gah! Ha!

Ross: Gah... Wahhhhhh!!

Garcia: Hm?! Haaaah!

Ross: Whoa!

Garcia: All right... Good. That's it for today.

Ross: Whew! Wow!

Garcia: Whew.

Ross: You're so strong, Dad.

Garcia: Ha ha ha! You're finally getting the hang of it, boy! Your stroke is
heavier, and your swing has definitely improved.

Ross: Yes. I've been practicing all the time, even when I'm not in battle.
Maybe someday, I'll even surpass you!

Garcia: You're getting stronger, no doubt about it. But I'm not going to LET
you win. You'll have to get there yourself.

Ross: Now you're talking! The higher the hurdle, the bigger the reward.
Alright, I'm going to practice my swing! See you later, Dad!

Garcia: All right, boy. *Ross leaves* Risa, you'd be so happy.
Ross has grown into a strong young man.

Think with my kind of mind...

Ross: I see... Hey, I just had a great idea. Let's be brothers?

Ewan: Huh?! Like blood brothers? I'm really not into slicing myself up for
people I just met.

Ross: No, no, no. Just, you know, brothers! Now call me "Bro," Bro!

Ewan: Um... OK... Bro.

Ross: Say it like you mean it! Oh, never mind. It'll just sound forced.

Ewan: I told you so.

Ross: Well, just call me Ross for now. But, you can consider me a brother
from now on.

Ewan: What do you mean by that?

Ross: I mean that I will be a friend who you can rely on and trust conpletely.

Ewan: That's very kind, considering I really haven't known you for very long.
But thank you. You're a nice guy, even if you're not very sharp.

Ross: Hey! No need to insult me! A simple "Thanks, Bro" will be enough!

Ewan: Ha ha ha ha ha. You're so funny!

Once again, think like I would razz

Gerik: Those are admirable goals. I'll help you out sometime.

Ross: How? You'll give me a lesson? Are you serious? That's great!

Gerik: I might not be able to beat your father, but I could teach you a thing
or two. Why don't you try landing a hit on me?

Ross: That'd be great! But before we start, let me go practice on those guys
first!

Gerik: It's great that he's so eager to learn, but he's really not ready to
go solo yet!

*pervert*

Neimi: Whoa... That's beautiful! Your armor, I mean. It's so shiny.

Amelia: Th-thanks. Ah... Er...

Amelia: That sounds great! And then we could have our pets visit one another.

Neimi: I'd like that.

Amelia: Me, too.

Neimi: Well, you're so... You're so cute, and you're so nice. How could
anyone NOT like you?

Amelia: Neimi... Thanks. That's really sweet of you. I'm happy to hear you
say that!

We are amused...

Colm: Hey, you! Have you seen a scary-looking woman?

Marisa: ... Scary-looking woman? Is she your sister?

Colm: NO. I don't have any sisters. The woman I'm talking about was
beautiful, but also very scary. Have you seen someone who fits that
description?

Marisa: I don't think so. Beautiful but very scary... What do you mean by
that?

Colm: Well, I'm not exactly sure, either. I just heard from one of Gerik's
mercenaries that there is a woman sword fighter here. Apparently,
she's very talented and was hired for an unbelievable sum.

Marisa: A woman sword fighter??

Colm: Rumor is that if you speak to her without thinking, she's likely to
attack you out of nowhere.

Marisa: Is that so.

Colm: Maybe her face is scarred from fighting. Yeah, that's probably it!
She's beautiful, but has a very sad past behind that scar. And that's why
she's so scary!

Marisa: A scarred face? A sad past?

Colm: Or maybe it's just because her lover was killed, and she's trying to
avenge him. That seems equally plausible, doesn't it? Anyway, if you see her
around, would you tell her that I was looking for her? See ya.

Marisa: Well, I'm the only female sword fighter here. I guess he was looking
for me. He is so clueless...

Another amusing item:

Colm: Hey, you! I know your secret.

Rennac: Huh? My secret?

Colm: You're a thief, too, aren't you? Do you think that's acceptable
behavior for someone in the princess's entourage?

Rennac: Ha ha ha! Where'd you learn a big word like entourage, boy?
Not that it's any of your business, but Her Highness already knows about
my... hobbies. You're not, by any chance, trying to threaten me, are you?
That's funny. I never thought I'd be reprimanded by a boy!

Colm: Hey, old man, don't talk down to ME! I'm not a boy. I'm Colm!
And I'm not threatening you, either. I was just surprised that you're a thief
because you dress so nicely.

Rennac: I assume you're in the same trade. Those rags are a dead giveaway.
Well, you may not take any pride in your appearance, but I'm different.
Do you see this jacket? It has silk embroidery, a trend I started in Carcino.
Where are the stitches, you ask? They're on the inside of the jacket.
But I'm not going to show you. The truly cultured man cares about every
detail. it would be a waste of my time to even try to explain it to a poor
urchin like you.

Colm: Why are you bragging about something so lame? And I'm not a poor
urchin! Man, I've never met anyone as annoying as you!

Rennac: Oh, don't be so sensitive, little urchin. If you want to be like me
make more money. Improve your skills. The name of the game is making money.
Money is all that matters. It's your way out. Work hard and escape from
poverty.

Colm: First of all, I don't want to be like you! Second of all, I'll show you!

Rennac: Well, don't pull a muscle, little urchin!

o_o; Never give warriors magic

Dozla: See? You learned how to apply your skills to different fields.
Maybe archery just isn't our thing. We should try something else.

Garcia: What do you suggest?

Dozla: How about magic?

Garcia: Hmmm...

Dozla: It can't be that difficult to learn. As far as I can tell, it's just a
bunch of arm waving and shouting gibberish.

Garcia: You do have a point.

Dozla: Let's practice sometime soon.

Garcia: I'm looking forward to it... Mage!

Dozla: Ha ha ha ha! Yes, indeed!

Garcia: That did not go as well as I had hoped.

Dozla: Well, that's not entirely true, is it.

Garcia: It would have helped if you hadn't whacked me in the head with the
staff.

Dozla: I didn't mean to hit you! You just got in the way when I was...
conjuring.

Garcia: I still have a lump on my head.

Dozla: I feel badly about it, all right? Besides, I think you're forgetting
that I also healed you with that staff!

Garcia: No, you didn't! You burned my beard clear off!

Dozla: Oh, yes. That's right. I'm sorry.

Garcia: Hmph.

Dozla: You have to admit, though, you looked quite dashing without that beard.
It took at least ten years off of your appearance. No, at least twenty!

Garcia: You really think so? I can't stop smelling burnt hair.

Dozla: But, wait! At least give me credit for making it grow back that quickly.

Garcia: ... Very well. It grew back nicely. Thank you.

Dozla: You're welcome!

Garcia: This little foray into other disciplines has certainly taught me a lot.

Dozla: Me, too! After all this, sword fighting should be a piece of cake!

*snerks*

Lute: ......

Knoll: Er...

Lute: ......

Knoll: Er, excuse me... If at all possible, uh... would you mind not stalking
me like that?

Lute: You noticed, huh?

Knoll: What did you expect? You've been at my back for days. I can't help but
notice! What do you want from me?

Lute: Aaagh!

Knoll: Hey! What was that for?

Lute: You dodged, huh? I knew your presence would be dangerous to me.

Knoll: Hm? What do you mean by...

Lute: Gah!

Knoll: Stop! P-please! Stop!

Lute: You did it again. Hm. This isn't good. Nobody else has dodged me twice.

Knoll: Wh-what are you saying--

Lute: You're quick at escaping, too. You're dangerous. I'm afraid I can't
let you threaten my natural superiority.

Yay for freaky Rachel!

L'Arachel: Ephraim, wait a minute.

Ephraim: Yes?

L'Arachel: I've heard such interesting things about you from so many people.
I thought it best to ask you directly: You are a reckless man, are you not?
It seems an attitude unbefitting a commander, wouldn't you say?

Ephraim: Don't speak to me that way. If I can save a life by taking a risk
myself, I'll do it. This is war, and war is risky. I have no problem with that.

L'Arachel: ... Oh, dear. I'll bet your body is just covered scars under
that armor, isn't it? I can heal them all for you. Let me see them.

Ephraim: Thanks. Let's see...

L'Arachel: Oh! Oh... Oh my! Wh-what are you doing?

Ephraim: I have to take my armor off if I'm going to show you the scar on
my shoulder--

L'Arachel: Cad! Beast! Pervert! Devil! I simply will NOT allow you to take
advantage of me in my confused state!

Ephraim: Conf-- What!? Wait, L'Arachel! What about my scars..?

>_> *coughs*

Joshua: I havn't given up on you yet. When this war is over, let's have us a
quick duel. If I win, you come work for me.

Gerik: You're on. Just make sure you stay alive until then.

Joshua: Don't worry. I'm feeling lucky.

Myrra is being female!

Myrrh: ... It's impolite to ask a woman her age. That's what Ephraim says. I
think you're being rude.

Eh, that's all the funny ones for me in FE 8 razz

Brolem, you understand that you have provided me all the proof I shall ever need to prove FE 8 is not a real FE game, but a fanservice? Especially that juicy bit with Vanessa's new "vocabulary word", I didn't know it meant THAT the first time I read it in my game!

Oh How I do so heart little Fae! Her supports are amusing and or kind of sad.
Elphin, Fa
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C
Fa : "......"
Elphin: "? ...Do you need something?"
Fa : "! Ummm... What's that thing there? It's making pretty noises."
Elphin: "This is a harp. Do you like how it sounds?"
Fa : "Yeah! Fa really likes it! And ... What's your name?"
Elphin: "My name is Elphin, my cute little lady."
Fa : "Elf...?"
Elphin: "Elphin."
Fa : "Elphin!"
Elphin: "That's right."
Fa : "Fa likes you too, Elphin! Your hair blows in the wind, and it's like
gold when the sun's all shining on it! Fa likes pretty things like
that!"
Elphin: "Well, it is an honor. Thank you."
Fa : "Can Fa come and see you again?"
Elphin: "Of course. Any time."

B
Fa : "Elphin!"
Elphin: "Ah, the cute little lady from the other day. Hello."
Fa : "... Fa's name's not 'cute little lady!'"
Elphin: "Oh, pardon me. Then...may I call you Miss Fa?"
Fa : "Fa's name's not 'Missfa!' It's Fa!"
Elphin: "As you wish, Fa. Fa...the name has a unique feel to it. Is it your
real name?"
Fa : "No, Fa's real name is verrrrrry long. But they say that it's a sound
that humans can't hear. Fa's the only part that you can."
Elphin: "I see."
Fa : "But maybe you could hear it, Elphin! You make so many pretty sounds,
maybe you could hear Fa's real name!"
Elphin: "Shall we try some time?"
Fa : "Yeah!"

A
Fa : "Elphin?"
Elphin: "Yes, what is it, Fa?"
Fa : "Fa always wanted to ask you something."
Elphin: "What is it? I hope I can give you an answer."
Fa : "Ummmmm ... are you a girl or a boy?"
Elphin: "...Which do you think?"
Fa : "Fa thought you were a girl at first cause you're so pretty and you
smell real nice! But then Roy said the other day that you were a
man... So that makes you a boy?"
Elphin: "Yes, I am a boy. ...Were you disappointed?"
Fa : "Nope! ... Sooo, you're a boy... Heehee..."
Elphin: "Hm? What's the matter?"
Fa : "Hey, Fa's gonna get as pretty as you when she grows up. So wait till
then, kay? Promise!"
*Fa leaves*
Elphin: "Fa! Wait! ...I seriously doubt that I will still be alive by the
time she grows up... Well, I suppose I should let it go for now."
That one was funny!

Sophia, Fa
==========
C
Fa : "......"
Sophia: "...?"
Fa : "......"
Sophia: "Fa? ...What are you looking at...?"
Fa : "You grew a little."
Sophia: "R-Really...?"
Fa : "Yeah. Why, why? Fa always stay the same! You were the same as Fa
before!"
Sophia: "Yes... I am half Dragon...so I grow slowly... But you...grow even
more slowly than me..."
Fa : "Why does Fa stay little? Why doesn't she grow up like you?"
Sophia: "You are a full-blooded Dragon... A Dragon's lifespan...is close to
eternity... I have human blood in me...so I grow at a different speed
than you... Do you understand...?"
Fa : "No..."
Sophia: "You'll understand...when you grow up..."
Fa : "When will Fa grow up? Soon?"
Sophia: "Yes..."
Fa : "Yay!"

B
Fa : "Hmmmmmm..."
Sophia: "...?"
Fa : "Hmmmm... Sophia, when is Fa gonna grow up?"
Sophia: "Well..."
Fa : "Fa's not growing at all... Fa wants to be a grown up!"
Sophia: "But... You can live...for a very long time... Even when I become old
and die...you will still live on..."
Fa : "!? No! No no no! You won't die! Nooooo!!"
Sophia: "......"
Fa : "Waaaaah..."
Sophia: "Fa...I'm sorry... Don't cry... I feel the same way you do... But...
That is what it means...to live for eternity..."

A
Fa : "Sophia?"
Sophia: "Yes...?"
Fa : "Umm..."
Sophia: "Yes..."
Fa : "Fa was scared that you would grow up and not want to play with her
anymore... Fa always wants to be with you! Fa wants to play
hide-and-seek and tag and lots of other fun games."
Sophia: "Fa... Don't worry... I'll always...be your friend... I'll always be
with you...all right...?"
Fa : "Really!? Yay!"
Sophia: "Yes... We'll always be together..."


[IGFA]
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Igraine, Fa
===========
C
Igraine: "Fa."
Fa : "Igraine! Look, look! A butterfly!!"
Igraine: "Fa, shouldn't you be doing something else? Didn't Master Roy give
you a task to do?"
Fa : "Roy's orders are no fun."
Igraine: "Fa, you should be doing what you're told."
Fa : "Awww... But Fa doen't want to."
Igraine: "Fa."
Fa : "...Er..."
Igraine: "Say sorry."
Fa : "...Fa's sorry."
Igraine: "Look, Fa. You promised Roy you would do what he asked, right? If
you make a promise, you have to keep it. Okay?"
Fa : "Okay..."
Igraine: "Good girl. Well then, let's go."
Fa : "Yeah."

B
Igraine: "Come here, Fa. I'll braid your hair for you."
Fa : "Yay!"
Igraine: "Do you like having your hair touched, Fa?"
Fa : "Yes! ... Igraine, is Fa gonna get pretty?"
Igraine: "Yes. You have such lovely hair... You'll become very beautiful when
you grow up."
Fa : "Like you?"
Igraine: "Well...I suppose."
Fa : "Yay! Hey, Igraine?"
Igraine: "Fa, hold still."
Fa : "Okay."
Igraine: "......"
Fa : "What's wrong? Do your hands hurt?"
Igraine: "Oh, I'm sorry... I was just remembering my daughter. She was a very
attractive little girl, much like you."
Fa : "What happened to her?"
Igraine: "She's gone... She went to a faraway place."

A
Fa : "Igraine!"
Igraine: "Yes, Fa?"
Fa : "You were talking about your little girl the other day."
Igraine: "Yes."
Fa : "I know her."
Igraine: "What?"
Fa : "She came to play with Fa. When Fa was all alone in her room, she
came with Sophia to play and tell Fa about the outside."
Igraine: "......"
Fa : "She said you were the 'Guardian.'"
Igraine: "I see..."
Fa : "But... She stopped coming to play with Fa. Fa asked Sophia about
her, but she wouldn't tell. Is it Fa's fault? Was Fa a bad girl to
her? Did Fa make her get angry and go to the faraway place?"
Igraine: "No...that's not the case. She was never mad at you, Fa. She just
can't play with you any more, but... She'll always be very fond of
you, Fa."
Fa : "Really?"
Igraine: "Yes... of course."


[FANM]
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Fa, Niime
=========
C
Fa : "La la laaa la... Oh... a flower!"
*Fa leaves, Niime appears*
Niime: "So that is a Dragon...mankind's archenemy... But something's...
strange... The Dragons in the old scrolls weren't like that at all.
They were much more... inhuman."
*Fa appears*
Fa : "Hm?"
Niime: "...!"
Fa : "Who are you?"
Niime: "M-Me? ...I am Niime."
Fa : "Niime?"
Niime: "That's right... Oh, I must be off. I had things to do."
*Niime leaves*
Fa : "?"

B
Niime: "Fa."
Fa : "Granny Niime!"
Niime: "Granny, eh... You're actually several hundred years older than I am."
Fa : "?"
Niime: "Well, no matter... Fa, take a look at this gemstone."
Fa : "What is it?"
Niime: "Once upon a time, humans and...demons lived on this land. The demons
used their immense power to destroy the humans. The weak humans could
do nothing but watch as the bodies piled up... And then one day...
Eight bright columns of light were born that would defeat the demons."
Fa : "Were they pretty lights?"
Niime: "Yes. ...The humans used the lights to fight against the demons. After
a long and devastating battle...the demons were finally defeated. But
that wasn't the end..."
Fa : "Mmm... ... ... Fa's all sleepy now..."
*Fa falls asleep*
Niime: "So... This is the enemy of mankind, eh? She doesn't seem to have a
worry in the world... ...How cute..."

A
Fa : "Granny Niime."
Niime: "Ah, hello, Fa."
Fa : "What's wrong?"
Niime: "Hm... I told you the story of men and demons the other day, right?"
Fa : "Um... Yeah! The pretty lights!"
Niime: "To tell the truth... I was afraid of those demons. After I studied
dark magic and mankind's history...only then did I discover just how
powerful and terrifying the demons were."
Fa : "Yeah."
Niime: "But... After meeting you, my fear seems to have just gone right out
the window."
Fa : "?"
Niime: "It's nothing. Well, my long stories must be boring you. Here, go play
with this."
Fa : "Yay!"
*Fa leaves*
Niime: "What a fool I was... I was willing to do terrible things to an
innocent little girl for peace and the safety of our race... What was
I thinking... There's no point in peace obtained through such hideous measures."

Yikes!! now I know how hugh feels abut his Grandmother....

Awww...Fa's supports are so cute!!! At first you called her Fae. Now I am confused.
Her supports are really sweet though...aww...

lmao!