"Aha!" Odin cried. "The Red Death is making his usual rounds, I see!" He let out a hearty laugh. "Though I suppose, given that particularly ingenious moniker, that should be expected. After all," he indicated towards Ananias, "who else but Death itself could so silently and inconspicuously prowl amongst the living, until the gods themselves grant him permission to perform his grim, yet necessary duties?" Odin passionately shook his head. "Nay! It is Death and only Death that can perform such a cruel, yet merciful task!"

"Hey, Odin," Ananias greeted. "You're in high spirits today." He then looked at what Odin was carrying and nodded towards it. "What've you got there?"

"Ah! No worries, my friend, for you see, it is simply my dirty laundry and nothing more!"

Ananias raised an eyebrow at this. "'Nothing more', huh? No offense, but that looks like a lot more than a simple, 'nothing more'. Have you gotten behind on your chores or something?"

Odin nodded. "Yes, regrettably, I have. Unfortunately, being a faithful retainer to the great and powerful prince, as well as being a great and powerful mage myself, has kept yours truly, Odin Dark, too busy for such trivial matters. But no worries! Odin Dark is many things, but irresponsible is not one of them! I will perform this task with the swiftness of the fastest of horses, wash these clothes with the purest of healing water, banish the stench with the most powerful of spells, and -"

Ananias let out an exasperated sigh before offering his hands out and saying, "You can stop now, Odin. I can take a hint. I'll do your dirty laundry for you."

"Ha ha! Thanks, man! You're the best!"

"Of course I am," Ananias dryly said. "But can you at least give me a good reason for why you can't? I think that I'm at least owed that much."

"Ah, but of course! Say what you will about Odin Dark, but you cannot say that he isn't fair!"

"Well, good."

Odin then cautiously looked around before silently inviting Ananias to lean forward and secretly lend him his ear, before whispering, "You see, my friend, the dark power that runs throughout my veins, my aching blood, I believe that it is slowly beginning to take me over!"

"Then you should probably go to a healer and get that checked out," Ananias deadpanned.

"Ah, but alas, I cannot! For you see, there is simply no cure for this particular affliction!" Odin solemnly clenched and shook one of his fists. "It is my curse to bear, and the only way to regain control is to go into the woods and unleash it. That way, no innocent lives will be endangered by its awesome and uncontrollable might!"

Ananias pondered over this for a moment before asking, "But what happens if someone ambushes you after you exhaust all of that power? I mean, there's gotta be a cool down period, right? What'll you do then?"

Orin's face couldn't help but fall upon hearing this. "Ah, um, well, you see...," he let out an embarrassed chuckle as he bowed his head and scratched the side of his face, "huh, I... actually hadn't really thought about that."

"Maybe you should consider taking your sword with you," Ananias suggested.

"What?!" Odin incredulously cried. "No way! That is completely out of the question!"

Ananias raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Um... why?"

Odin sheepishly fidgeted before pathetically muttering, "Because... I'm a master of the dark arts now."

Ananias stared at him in disbelief for a moment before asking, "So because you're a 'master of the dark arts' now... you refuse to wield a weapon of any kind that isn't a tome?"

"W-Well, I mean," Odin crossed his arms defensively, "it just wouldn't make sense, you know?"

Ananias pinched the bridge of his nose as he let out an exasperated sigh. "This is ridiculous," he muttered.

"Oh, come on!" Odin cried. "A master of the dark arts can't be seen expertly using a sword!"

"So if you were ever in a situation where you absolutely needed to use a sword, you wouldn't use it?"

"Well, I probably would!" Odin argued. "It's just that I'd, you know, have to suck at it!"

"'Suck at it'?!" Ananias repeated incredulously.

"Well, yeah!" Odin insisted. "I mean," he quickly looked around before leaning forward and muttering, "you know that Selena, Laslow, and I need to keep our true identities a secret, right?"

"Yeah, I'm still a little confused about that part!" Ananias hissed. "Why go out of your way to pretend to be completely different people when no one could possibly know who any of you are in the first place? Don't you think that that's a little bit unnecessary? And besides, at least Selena and Laslow are still using swords! What's your excuse?!"

"The call of the dark arts!" Odin dramatically and defensively declared. "The dark power running through my veins! My aching blood!"

"... You can't be serious."

"B-But it's true!"

"I don't care!" Ananias cried. "I thought what you, Selena, and Laslow were doing here was important!"

"I-It is!"

"And yet you're using this as an excuse to live a completely different life?" Ananias asked incredulously.

"W-Well, what's wrong with that? I mean, if given the opportunity, wouldn't anyone jump at the chance to live a completely different life for a while?"

"'For a while'?! Odin, is what you're doing here serious or not?!"

"Of course it is!"

"Then why aren't you using your sword? The sword that I know for a fact that you know how to use?"

"Hey, I can use magic too!"

"If you did, then I can think of plenty of battles that we had in the past where you would've been better off doing that than swinging your sword," Ananias pointed out. "But you didn't. And now, despite the fact that we're in the middle of a pretty serious war, you insist on using magic and only magic? How many people have died because of you?"

"Hey!" Odin angrily growled. "I'm not THAT stupid, alright?!"

Ananias folded his arms. "Are you?"

"I'm not! If someone is going to die right in front of me, then I won't hesitate to help them in any way I can!"

"Well, alright then!" Ananias frantically cried. "Then where's that sword of yours then? After you exhaust your magic, let's spar! Let's see if you still got it!"

"Well, fine!" Odin then turned to go and fetch his sword from his quarters.

"Where are you going, Odin?"

"Going to get my sword! Gods!"

"Oh, so your sword has just been sitting around and collecting dust for all of this time?"

"Shut up!"

"You shut up!"

Odin angrily groaned. "That doesn't even make any sense!"

"You don't make any sense!"

"Gah!" they both cried.

Author's Note #1: The next supports after Odin will be Laslow, followed by Rinkah, Arthur, Silas, Leo, Keaton, and Subaki.

Author's Note #2: The Fire Emblem Warriors poll is up on my profile! Vote for which five characters you want for Ananias to support with from that game the most and, in the end, ten characters will be selected for Ananias to support with, so make your voices heard. Happy voting!