"Ananias!" Odin hysterically and angrily bellowed as he was hastily searching for him throughout the castle. "Ananias!" His hands clenched and his fists trembled. "Show yourself, you treacherous cur!"

"Oh, hey Odin," Ananias calmly and smugly greeted from behind him. "How are you today?"

"Cease your disdainful deceptions, you disastrous double-crosser!" Odin cried. He bowed and shook his head in anguish. "Woe! For the day hath come that one of my most trusted of allies has betrayed me!"

"Oh, betrayed you?" Ananias incredulously asked, a smirk on his face as he folded his arms in his attempt to feign concern. "Betrayed you how?"

"You know what you did you traitorous turncoat! You've told people that my name is actually Owain! How could you?!"

"Oh, Odin," Ananias chided as he disappointingly shook his head. "If you're going to be mad at me, then you should at least have the common courtesy to be mad at me for the right reasons."

"And what, pray tell, does that mean?" Odin grumbled.

"It means that I didn't tell people that your name was actually Owain," Ananias condescendingly clarified. "I told them that, when we were little, you didn't call yourself Odin Dark. You called yourself Owain Dark: an expert sword user cursed with an uncontrollably bloodthirsty sword hand."

"And that isn't the same HOW?!"

"It isn't the same because, as far as anyone knows, Owain Dark was just another name that you used to called yourself. You know, like how here you call yourself Odin Dark?"

"B-But unlike my previously held alias, my title of Odin Dark is supposed to be real! Like, really real! Really really real!"

Ananias skeptically raised an eyebrow at this. "Is it?" he asked. "Is it really?"

"And what's that supposed to mean?" Odin hissed.

"Well, I mean, if it's so easy for you to just change your identity and your entire skill set out on a whim, then really, how much importance do your different personas actually have?"

Odin let out a horrified gasp. "You meddlesome miscreant! You dare risk the sanctity of my mission over one petty little disagreement?!" Odin shook his head in disgust. "For shame! I would've thought that, after what we've been through, you, of all people, would understand working towards the bigger picture!"

Ananias let out an exasperated sigh. "I do, Odin," he stated. "I just question how serious you think your mission is when you completely switch to magic when you're arguably one of the most talented swordsmen that I've ever known. Gods, Odin, in our last duel, I actually won! Me! That shouldn't have ever happened, no matter how in-character you feel that you're supposed to be! Either you're in too deep with this Odin Dark persona or you're so out of practice that even a guy like me can beat you at swordplay, and neither of those are very good!"

"Okay, okay, fine!" Odin reluctantly admitted. "Maybe I did sort of... jump at the opportunity to live a completely different life from the one I used to live, but you don't understand!" His eyes lit up with unbridled passion. "The mystic arts! The moment I came to this world, it was as if they were calling out to me, begging me to master them! How could I have possibly refused?"

"By realizing that completing your mission was more important than your sudden change in interests?" Ananias dryly suggested.

"Aw, come on!" Odin whined. "No fair! Just because you never had a calling -"

"MY calling," Ananias firmly interjected, "was to humor you every time you got carried away, but I draw the line at life-threatening stupidity. So I'm going to give you one last chance, 'Odin'. Pick up using your sword again, or I'm going to start telling people about the time that our swords spoke to one another."

Odin gasped. "You wouldn't!"

Ananias simply nodded knowingly. "We both know I would."

"B-B-But I had nothing to do with that one!" Odin defiantly denied. "That one was entirely on you!"

"Yeah, but you were the one who started it, remember?"

"E-Even still, I insist that I never had a part in it!"

"Oh really? And what about the fact that, when we were young, you and Cynthia were part of the Justice Cabal? How the two of you played hero to your little hearts' content?"

"The Justice Cabal was real and you know it!" Odin cried. "You should know! You were an honorary member!"

Ananias rolled his eyes. "Honestly, at this point, what's even real anymore? Like the romance between my sword and Lucina's sword. Did it really happen or was that just something that Lucina made up?"

"Don't you dare mention Lucina to anyone!" Odin hissed.

"Or what?" Ananias mockingly retorted. "The fabric of reality would bend inside out? Or are you just jealous that all of your 'adventures' aren't as grand or as great as you try to make them out to be?"

"Well, that depends!" Odin cried. "Are you trying to humiliate me?!"

"Yes," Ananias calmly admitted. "Yes, I am, but unfortunately, all of the women who I've told about you just think you constantly playing make-believe is kind of adorable, so I guess I'm kind of failing at that, aren't I?"

"A-Adorable?!"

"Ah, yes, I can see it now. 'Odin Dark', the most adorable master of the mystic arts that the world has ever seen. Has a nice ring to it, don't you think?"

Odin angrily clenched his fist. "Why you dirty little... fine! Two can play at that game!"

Ananias raised an eyebrow in mild surprise. "Hmm?"

Odin petulantly puffed his chest as he haughtily placed his hands on his hips. "If you insist on revealing my most embarrassing of secrets, then I shall simply return the favor by revealing those of yours that are just as embarrassing! Maybe even more so!"

Ananias rolled his eyes at this. "Oh, please. Like what? Like that the fact that I can't sell anything to save my life? Because I've got news for you buddy, everybody already knows that about me."

"Hmm, well, let me think," Odin replied, feigning forgetfulness. "Why, yes! Wasn't there that one time when you admitted to me that the first time you set foot in your mother's shop, you didn't realize that all of the strangers coming in to it were actually customers and you were deathly afraid of every single one that came in?"

A cryptic silence came between the two for quite a disturbing amount of time before Ananias stepped closer towards him and muttered. "Odin, I'm warning you. You don't want to play this game with me."

"Oh," Odin said while folding his arms defiantly, "but I do."

Ananias shook his head. "I've lived my entire life with more Annas than you can imagine. Do you really think that you can embarrass me to death faster than I can embarrass you?"

"And do you honestly think, that after years of calling myself such silly titles as 'Owain Dark' and 'Odin Dark' and naming all of my weapons, armor, and attacks, that you can embarrass me at all?"

"..."

"..."

"Odin used to constantly be afraid of a frail girl who would sometimes yell at him!" Ananias cried out, running off to tell Odin's many secrets to the masses.

"Ananias used to name his sword after his mom!" Odin cried, planning to return the favor in the opposite direction.

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!