C SupportEdit
Owain: There's something I need to know, Mother.
Lissa: And what's that?
Owain: The name of your weapon.
Lissa: My weapon? Why?
Owain: What manner of son would I be not to know the name which guards his mother?! Teach me so I may whisper its sobriquet in prayer and keep you ever safe.
Lissa: Oh, you meant THAT sort of name.
Owain: ...Hmm?
Lissa: That Holy Slayer, Saintly Dragon blah-blah kinda stuff you're always talking about. I was wondering if you really didn't know the word "staff"! Hee hee!
Owain: ...I'm pretty sure I should be offended by both of those statements. But yes, that sort of name! What is it?
Lissa: It doesn't have one.
Owain: You've granted it no name?!
Lissa: Right. I mean, why bother?
Owain: MOTHER! A name confers a soul unto an inanimate object and grants it power! It transforms a mere tool into a divine instrument possessed of limitless potential!
Lissa: See? There's the blah-blah stuff I was talking about... *Sigh* I'll give it some thought, all right? But right now I've got to be going. Bye!
Owain: W-wait, Mother. I'd braced for an insufficiently astonishing name, but this is worse than I'd feared! This may require drastic measures for her own good...
B SupportEdit
Owain: Ah, there you are!
Lissa: Were you looking for me, honey?
Owain: Here, have a look at these.
Lissa: Wowzers! This is quite a list! Okay, lemme see... "Gryphonsbane Edge." "Fell Ballista." "Staff of Deep Hurting." ...Owain, this list goes on for 20 pages!
Owain: Twenty-six. And if you don't find one you like, I can always whip up more.
Lissa: Choose them for what? What am I even looking at here?
Owain: Names! ...Er, for your armament.
Lissa: What? Don't you think these are a little overblown for a run-of-the-mill weapon?!
Owain: There's nothing run of the mill about it! At the point that it's YOU wielding it, a weapon deserves a name no less grand!
Lissa: Hmm, yeah, I think I'll pass. These just aren't me.
Owain: But without a name, your weapon will forever remain some mundane object! How can I rely on a mere tool to keep you safe in the heat of battle?
Lissa: AWWW!
Owain: Wh-what? What did I say?
Lissa: Oh, Owain, you sweet boy! Let Mama give you a hug!
Owain: Waugh! L-let go! You're choking me!
Lissa: Aww, I had it wrong this whole time. You were just worried about me, weren't you? That's my boy! You are just the sweetest son in the world! *smooch*
Owain: S-still...choking...
Lissa: All right, Owain, I'll do it! I'll think up a name!
Owain: But I've already come up with a whole list here...
Lissa: Whoops! I almost forgot that Chrom asked me to see him. You be good now, honey! And thanks again!
Owain: Mother, wait! Honestly, she never listens. It's like she's off in her own little world! Hard to believe we're related...
A SupportEdit
Lissa: Owain!
Owain: Yes, Mother?
Lissa: I've got it! I picked one!
Owain: One...what?
Lissa: A name! For my weapon!
Owain: Ah, right! Well, let's hear it! No doubt it joins your quiet grace with your fiery strength and iron resolve!
Lissa: Owain!
Owain: Yes?
Lissa: No, that's the name. ...Owain.
Owain: Mother, that's MY name.
Lissa: I know, silly! It's the name of that which I value most in the whole wide world! What better name could there be?
Owain: Yes, but won't that get a little... I don't know, confusing? I just don't think it's a good idea.
Lissa: Awww...
Owain: If you would draw out your weapon's full potential, its name needs more...oomph.
Lissa: I think Owain has PLENTY of oomph! It's got oomph up to HERE! It's... Wait a minute! Are you saying you don't like your name?!
Owain: No, no. I'm not saying that at all...
Lissa: *Sniff* F-fine, then! Just tear my heart out and stomp on it, why don't you? Imagine, a son rejecting the name his mom poured her heart and soul into choosing!
Owain: No, Mother, would you PLEASE just listen?
Lissa: Well, fine, then. Call yourself whatever you like. I'll get THIS Owain to protect me. THIS Owain will never turn on me. THIS Owain will never leave my side! Even if it snaps in half!
Owain: AUGH, STOP! Don't even TALK about a weapon named after me breaking! Look, I'll protect you, okay? I promise. Now just, PLEASE stop!
Lissa: You will?! Oh, that's so sweet, honey! C'mere, you!
Owain: Gah, just p-please stop...hugging too tight... C-can't...breathe...
Lissa: All right, well, if you insist, I'll stop trying to name my weapon, then. Tee hee. There's no need, now that I have you to protect me! Isn't that right, dear?
Owain: Why do I feel like I've just been had...?
Lissa: I would never dream of it, sweetheart. And I promise I'll be right there to rescue you when you're in trouble, too. We don't need fancy names or divine power, Son, we just need each other.