Cynthia & Gerome siblings

C-support
Cynthia: [smile, closed eyes] Reunited at last, my partner in justice!
Gerome: [sweat] You’re still preoccupied with this?
Cynthia: Of COURSE! And don’t say you aren’t – you’re still wearing your evildoer-fighting mask.
Gerome: It’s not for fighting evildoers! It’s for avoiding time paradoxes!
Cynthia: [pout] Gerome, everyone already knows who you are.
Cynthia: So~ it’s time to take the goofy mask off, and-
Gerome: [frown] No.
Cynthia: Argh! Damn your long arms!
Cynthia: Your face is gonna get sweaty under there!
Gerome: It’s surprisingly breathable.
Cynthia: You have no peripheral vision!
Gerome: I’ve done fine so far. Are you really going to carry on about this?
Cynthia: [pout] I’ll leave you alone about the mask IF you come back and be my justice-pursuing partner!
Gerome: [eyes closed] No.
Cynthia: Just for one last job? One last justice job?
Gerome: [frown] …And then you’ll cease your ridiculous complaints?
Cynthia: You’re wearing that mask, but I’m the ridiculous one?
Gerome: [frown] Well?
Cynthia: [smile, closed eyes] Fine, fine!
Cynthia: The Justice Siblings ride again~!
[Cynthia leaves]
Gerome: [eyes closed, smile] …At least she’s her energetic self.

B-support
Cynthia: [smile] Alright, bro, I’ve got the perfect last job for us to do!
Gerome: [frown] Ah. You remembered.
Cynthia: You thought I’d forget?!
Gerome: You have a short attention span.
Cynthia: [pout] Minerrvaa! Gerome’s being mean again!
[wyvern SFX]
Gerome: [sweat, injured] Oh, very well. What is it?
Cynthia: There’s a wicked gang of bandits posing as merchants!
Gerome: [frown] Let me guess – they’ve been luring rescuers out to the roads at night by saying their wagon’s broken down?
Cynthia: [surprised] Yeah! How did you know?
Gerome: [eyes closed] I came across some of them earlier today. I was going to propose we go after their encampment.
Cynthia: [smile] Good detective work, brother!
Cynthia: I knew you couldn’t leave the call of heroism behind, helping those villagers like that.
Gerome: [frown, blush] Nonsense. They had the gall to call Minerva ugly, that’s all.
Cynthia: [smile] You’re such a bad liar.
Gerome: Hmph. Are we going to do this or not?
Cynthia: Of course, of course! I wouldn’t want to interfere with your altruism, after all!
Cynthia: So, how should we do this? The Black Shadow Manouvre?
Gerome: If we take Minerva and Belfire, it would likely make the most sense to harry one side, then circle around and break through the other.
Cynthia: Ah, the Diamondsmasher Special!
Gerome: [sweat] Must we use those names?
Cynthia: Um, yeah! You thought of most of them, after all!
Gerome: [eyes closed, blush] Let’s just get this over with.

A-support
Cynthia: Woohoo! We did it!
Gerome: [smirk] Were you expecting failure?
Cynthia: Those last few were pretty tough to track down, though!
Cynthia: [surprised] Whoa… look at all the stuff they have stockpiled here…
Gerome: Then it seems our task isn’t quite complete.
Cynthia: What do you mean?
Gerome: [frown] Look at this – there’s jewellery, heirlooms. Some of these would have significant value to the villagers they robbed.
Cynthia: [surprised] You’re right! We have to return it all!
Cynthia: Sheesh, you’re such a natural at heroism, brother.
Cynthia: …So, about the mask…
Gerome: You said you wouldn’t nag about it if I followed you on this adventure.
Cynthia: I’m not! I just… got to thinking.
Cynthia: [frown] It’s nothing to do with time paradoxes, is it? You just don’t want people to be able to see you.
Gerome: [frown] …That’s ridiculous.
Cynthia: I’m so right! You forget, I don’t need to be able to see your face properly to read you.
Cynthia: [sad] You want to distance yourself from them that much?
Gerome: They’re not our real mothers, Cynthia. Our mothers are dead.
Cynthia: [upset] I know! But they’re them, just not THEM-them.
Gerome: [frown] You’re deluding yourself.
Cynthia: [frown] And you’re deluding yourself thinking you can push everyone away!
Cynthia: Everyone’s worried about you, you big jerk! Me, Luci, Sumia and Cherche...
Cynthia: [sad] We’re all each other have left. Don’t freeze me out.
Gerome: [frown] …Sorry.
Gerome: I just… I can’t look at them without seeing our mothers. Without remembering their deaths.
Gerome: I don’t know how you do it.
Cynthia: [sad] It’s okay. You don’t have to force it.
Cynthia: And keep the mask on if it makes you feel safer. But don’t push me away any more, okay?
Gerome: [eyes closed] …Alright.
Cynthia: Now, we’d better get this stuff returned to its rightful owners!
Gerome: [smile] No rest for the righteous, after all.