010 tactician male.freesia

(In dialogue, the tactician character is called [Tact]. That's the code that makes the game say the player's name they put in at the beginning of the game.)

///C
The tactician:
Priestess, I've had something on my mind for a while now.
Freesia:
And it involves me?
The tactician:
Mmm. You are Brauma's child, right? A half-human and half-dragon hybrid.
Freesia:
Yes. Do you doubt it?
The tactician:
No. I've got all the proof I need. Your conversation with the old man was evidence enough. I believe you. However, I've been thinking... In the church's texts, they say Brauma could switch between her true form, the form of a mighty fire breathing dragon, and a human form at will.
Freesia:
All dragons are capable of doing that.
The tactician:
Indeed. I've also read about half-dragon hybrids. They're rare, but there are records of others besides yourself. But I've read they too are capable of transforming... Just like a full-blooded dragon.
Freesia:
I see where this is going... You want to know why I haven't transformed during battle.
The tactician:
If you could start, that would be a great help. I imagine would boost our power considerably.
Freesia:
........... The reason I haven't done so is because... I... I can't.
The tactician:
You can't?
Freesia:
No. I have never been able to transform...
The tactician:
I see... It must not be a guarantee among hybrids then...
Freesia:
No. Now, if that will be all, I wish to be left alone, now...
The tactician:
Of course.
Freesia:
...
*she vanishes*
The tactician:
Hmm...

///B
The tactician:
Priestess.
Freesia:
Oh, hello, [Tact].
The tactician:
You've been avoiding me since our last talk...
Freesia:
...
The tactician:
Sorry, never thought anything would upset you like that. And here I thought you had no weaknesses.
Freesia:
Hmph... It is like an eternal curse upon my being. I am Freesia, one and only child of Brauma herself! The ability to assume such a
divine form should be mine! ... But alas, it simply was not meant to be.
The tactician:
Well, I wouldn't worry about it too much. You're as powerful as they come already.
Freesia:
Fool tactician... It is not so simple as that. It is not enough... If only I could transform... The dragon tribe would not have abandoned me... Wars could have been prevented... Even this one...! But time and time again, I fail to match up to Mother...
The tactician:
Maybe you should focus on walking your own path, not Brauma's.
Freesia:
Walk my own path...? What do you know!?
The tactician:
... I know what it's like to live in the shadow of a parent. Nothing's ever good enough. Not for them, not for you.
Freesia:
...
The tactician:
It was only when I decided to be myself, not my father, that I felt true fulfillment.
Freesia:
You're suggesting I forget all that and just... be myself?
The tactician:
In truth, no one has a choice in the matter. But I think trying to be someone else is foolish. When I think of my father now, it's not someone to be... but to surpass.
Freesia:
Surpass... Mother...
The tactician:
Surely you excel at things Brauma couldn't.
Freesia:
...
The tactician:
Sorry, maybe it isn't my place...
Freesia:
No... You... may have a point. All my life I've tried to be like mother... But my greatest accomplishments were when I was acting on my own... I've never really thought... [Tact]...
The tactician:
What?
Freesia:
... Thank... Thank you. I must think about this now. Would you leave me be for a while?
The tactician:
Yeah, sure.

///A
Freesia:
... [Tact]!
The tactician:
Yes?
Freesia:
Look at this stone, here. Can you guess what it is?
The tactician:
I've got no idea.
Freesia:
This is my mother's dragonstone. While in human form, she would seal her excess power within this very rock. Since she left this world, it is bereft of energy. For a very long time, I attempted to use it myself... I thought if I could attune myself to it, I might be able to transform myself, one day. But that day never came. I have long given up on it. Still, useless as it is, it all I have left of her... [Tact], it is with great honor that I want you to have it.
The tactician:
Y-You want me to have something so special to you?
Freesia:
Yes. Talking to you has been an enlightening experience. In all the years I have walked this land, no one has ever suggested I walk my own path. A simple act, but it is something I will forever be grateful for.
The tactician:
... It would be wrong for me to refuse, I suppose. I'll accept this gift, thank you, Freesia.
Freesia:
To think, a user of dark has set me on the true road... What I needed wasn't light, but darkness, in the end. [Tact]...
*gets unusually close*
You are not any mere darkness...
The tactician:
...!
Freesia:
You are my shadow. Mine. Do not forget this...
The tactician:
...