"And there I stood," Owain said dramatically, extending his hand out, as if reaching out for something that was beyond his reach, and looking towards the horizon, eyes squinting as if the nonexistent object that was quickly evading his grasp was slowly flying out of sight, "face to face with the evil general who led his men to attack this fair land, for no reason other than to bathe the land in the innocents' blood and to spread chaos and disarray wherever he and his men so pleased." Owain clenched his fist, brought said fist close to his chest, closed his eyes, and shook his head disapprovingly. "Just one look at my current nemesis was enough to sicken me beyond any healer's aid."

Ananias simply crossed his arms and nodded his head understandingly. "Sounds serious," he said.

Owain nodded. "Indeed." He shook his head again in disgust. "Even the mere thought of the mere existence of such vermin is enough to leave a despicable taste in my mouth." He then proudly grinned as he pointed to himself with his thumb. "But worry not my friend! It takes more than that to stop Owain Dark, Avenger of Righteous Justice!" Owain then cleared his throat. "As I was saying, there I stood, face to face with the evil general, riding atop his accursed dragon which previously resided from the very depths of Hell itself, and with a fiery flame as proof of its devilish heritage. 'How befitting of you general!' I cried, sword drawn, my sword hand twitching with excitement at the mere thought of spilling fresh blood from this wicked evildoer. 'How befitting that a spawn of Hell would ride a demon exemplifying the very essence of Hell itself! However, I must confess… I rightfully fear the demon more than I do the cowardly gadfly who rides upon it with delusions of grandeur!'"

Ananias nodded approvingly. "Nice." Though, as per usual, his face showed no real sign of genuine admiration.

Despite the absence of this particular detail, Owain himself showed no signs of slowing down. Owain smiled contently at his friend's modest praise. "Thank you my friend." Owain once again cleared his throat and prepared to resume the retelling of his most recent, epic battle. "The general foolishly cackled in an attempt to conceal his terror, but I easily saw through his facade. 'You are a fool, Owain Dark! Let us see you taunt me after your mouth has been burnt to a crisp, as well as the rest of your being!' It was then that he commanded his dragon to scorch me with its hellish flame, but I easily foresaw such a move, and expertly rolled out of the way, strategically placing myself directly beneath the evil general and his dragon! Biding my time until the most opportune moment, I eventually grabbed the dragon's tail and forced my steel into it! The demon jerked and roared wildly in pain, and despite its attempts to remove me, I held on, once again biding my time for the most opportune moment! And then, just like that," Owain snapped his fingers, "it came! The dragon's tail flung me skyward, the evil general's eyes tried to follow me, but to no avail, as I had strategically placed myself in front of the sun, blinding him as I drew my blade. With a single slash, I had managed to knock the evil general off of his demonic steed! He fell to the ground, and I relentlessly pursued him, my sword hand twitching in anticipation. When he finally managed to recover from his fall, he gasped as he saw my terrifying form hanging over him, my sword hand almost succeeding to push steel right through his neck, but I managed to suppress it just in time, the steel against his throat. It was at that moment that we both realized that his dragon had flown away, abandoning his master. I looked down at him, my eyes piercing through him, causing him to tremble hopelessly in fear. 'It looks like even Hell has abandoned you,' I say to him. He shook his head and raised his hands up, begging and pleading for me to spare him, but I simply shook my head, and cried, 'I have already shown you more mercy than you could ever deserve, cur! It is now finally time to indulge my sword hand!' I raised my sword, and cried, 'Binding Blade!' as I finally put the evil general to eternal rest. I sheathed my blade and surveyed my handiwork, only for the sight of pure bloodshed to bring me no joy whatsoever. I sighed, once again realizing that the job of an avenger is a long and sour one, and continued on my journey, my sword hand having been satisfied, for now."

Ananias nodded. "You did good Owain, you did good."

Owain nodded solemnly, placed a hand on one of Ananias' shoulders, and gave it a firm squeeze. "Thank you my friend, but the thought of all those people I had failed to save," he shook his head gravely, "it haunts me to this day."

Ananias gave Owain a reassuring pat on the back. "You did the best you could the moment you got there Owain. You shouldn't beat yourself up about it."

Owain nodded. "Yes, yes, you're right. It's a shame, but I mustn't let my own failures distract me from exacting vengeance on those who would prey on the weak and slaughter the helpless." His hand than began to twitch. Owain grabbed his twitching hand with his other and looked as if he was trying to restrain it. "Calm yourself my sword hand! Calm yourself!"

As Owain continued to try and "calm his sword hand", Ananias simply watched with a blank look on his face. In reality, no one had actually died in that battle. Ananias knew that because he had been a part of it himself. In fact, that battle had happened TODAY. To Owain's credit, all he had said did, in fact, happen, though not as gracefully as he told it, not to mention the fact that no matter how much Owain tried, he could never pull off such an intimidating look. Ananias had seen him try, right there on the battlefield, and Owain had always failed in striking fear into any of their enemies' hearts.

As ridiculous as it was however, Ananias continued to let Owain do his thing, patiently waiting as Owain continued to wrestle with his own hand. Ever since Owain had developed his… habit, realizing that Ananias was the only one who could listen to all of Owain's rambling and still keep a straight face, the future children were quick to elect him to be the "Owain Guy". What did the Owain Guy do exactly? No one could really agree on a definite answer, but one of the responsibilities was clear… humor Owain as much as possible. True, there were times when Owain would even get on Ananias' nerves, but even Ananias had to agree that he took all of Owain's delusions better than anybody else, and missions DID seem to run a bit smoother once he took up the position, so why not? It's wasn't like Ananias had anything better to contribute to the team besides being an extra pair of hands on deck.

After what seemed like a full minute of fighting himself, Owain seemed to have finally succeeded in "calming his sword hand". Owain was panting heavily, as if the struggle had taken a lot out of him. "It is done."

Ananias nodded. "It's a good thing you've got so much control over that sword hand of yours, otherwise who knows what it'd end up doing."

Owain nodded grimly. "Indeed," he then grinned knowingly, "although, it's also thanks to my sword that I have continued to successfully stifle my sword hand's thirst for blood." He drew his sword out to allow his straight-faced friend to admire it and all of its glory.

Ananias raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise, and possibly interest. "Really?" he asked.

Owain nodded. "A weapon and its wielder are connected. The moment I laid my hands on this very sword, I could feel my sword hand taming itself even further." Owain released a satisfied sigh. "I am convinced that it was destiny that brought me to this sword."

Ananias nodded. "No kidding."

"The connection between me and my sword is so strong that I can even hear its voice," Owain continued.

"Neat."

"But enough about me old friend," Owain said, returning his sword back into its scabbard, crossing his arms, and looking at his friend expectantly. "What about you?"

Ananias raised an eyebrow, this time in genuine surprise. "What about me?"

"What about the bond between you and your sword?" Owain clarified, holding and rubbing his chin as he observed Ananias' sword curiously. "Surely a sword passed down from generation to generation has some interesting stories to tell."

Ananias looked down at his sword and shrugged. "If it has, then I wouldn't know. It hasn't really spoken to me like your sword speaks to you."

Owain laughed heartily and slapped Ananias' back. "Well, maybe it's because you haven't taken the time to properly listen to it! Give it a try! Then, next time we meet, I expect you to tell me all of the details!" He waved goodbye as he went on his merry way. "So long my friend! May our paths cross again in the near future!"

Once Owain was out of earshot, Ananias released an exhausted sigh, rubbed the bridge of his nose, and murmured, "I'm officially in too deep."

Author's Note #1: As I want to liken these supports with those in the game, Ananias' supports with the guys will only go up to Rank A's.

Author's Note #2: So far, the order of the supports are as follows:

Inigo

Severa

Anna

Female Robin

Male Robin

Father

Tan'bay

Lucina

Gerome

Nah

Is a character you want to see Ananias support with not on the list yet? Check the list of possible supports on chapter one/paralogue and request them! Supports are chosen from a first come first serve basis.