Had trouble thinking of a good support. Frederick is a hard character to write for.
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Paralogue 12: The Ruins of Times
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Pre-Battle
Frederick: Milord, we have reached the ruin.
Chrom: Good, the villagers stated that this is where we shall Naga's treasure.
Frederick: Please sir, remain wary on whether or not these rumors are true.
Chrom: You be wary for me Frederick. That's how it always been and I appreciate it.
Frederick: One can't be too careful.
Chrom: Still, I can't help but notice the so-called plegian spy is your wife. Is this part of the plan to catch her in the act?
Robin: Chrom!
Frederick: Not funny sire…
Chrom: I'm just saying.
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(If Frederick talks to Morgan)
Frederick: HALT!
Morgan: YAH! Hey, you scared my horse.
Frederick: My apologies, but what is a young child doing in these ruins.
Morgan: I'm sorry but I don't remember anything.
Frederick: Pardon?
Morgan: I woke up in the middle of nowhere and I have no clue who I am. Well except for my name.
Frederick: Can I really believe someone I just met? Do you'd expect me to believe that you just so happen to wind up here without a single ounce of memory?
Morgan: I also remember another thing though…My mother Robin.
Frederick: Robin?
Morgan: Yeah, she was a great tactician; I have my memories of her, and this ring.
Frederick: But this ring…Dear gods you're my son.
Morgan: I'm your what?
Frederick: Perhaps this discussion should be saved another time. Come, let's fight!
Morgan: Really? I'll do my best!
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(Post-Battle)
Morgan: Mother, who is my father?
Robin: Oh, I'll have to introduce you to Frederick.
Morgan: Frederick…
(Scene Break)
Morgan: Father?
Frederick: Err, hello Morgan.
Morgan: Dad, why do you look so nervous.
Frederick: Is it true that you have no memories of me?
Morgan: Sorry about that.
Frederick: It's alright…Why don't you go on ahead. I'll meet with you later.
Morgan: Whatever you say father.
(Morgan Leaves)
Frederick: He claims to be Robin's son, and he has no memories of me. Every ounce is telling me to be wary. So why can't I follow it?
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Morgan-Frederick Supports
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Morgan: Father!
Frederick: Yes Morgan?
Morgan: Why are you collecting the rocks on the grounds?
Frederick: Simple, so Chrom does not have the misfortune to fall on them.
Morgan: In all honesty I thought you had some sort of pebble fascination. I mean, Lucina told me that I served her, but I don't think I'd collect pebbles just to make sure she doesn't fall.
Frederick: A knight must be dutiful for his lord. You should make sure that Lucina never has to worry about the slightest of things.
Morgan: That's mainly because she worries about the big picture.
Frederick: Which is precisely why you must assist her in any way you can!
Morgan: All right than, heck it might help me become a good tactician in the progress.
Frederick: A knight and a tactician? You're quite ambitious.
Morgan: I don't have my memories so I want to help in any way I can. The only thing I remember is mother and a distinct hatred for bears.
Frederick: Bears?
Morgan: Yeah, I can't even eat most meat now that I think about it.
Frederick: Well this situation seems familiar.
Morgan: Huh?
Frederick: I'll tell you later.
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Morgan: What the heck?
Frederick: Morgan? What's wrong?
Morgan: How do you sew? I've been trying to create a scarf for mother, but I can't get this sewing needle in! It's not as easy using fire wood.
Frederick: Of course it isn't. Starting fires and sewing both have a certain art to them. You simply understand the art of fire and not sewing.
Morgan: So why don't you teach me how to sew.
Frederick: Very well than, let's start with a handkerchief.
Morgan: Doesn't a piece of cloth count enough?
Frederick: Of course not! Than it would be a regular piece of cloth! You need to sew the handkerchief in a specific way if you wish to call it a handkerchief!
Morgan: I get it dad! You're passionate about handkerchief. But can you just help me create a scarf for mom?
Frederick: Very well…can we still have sewing lessons?
Morgan: If it makes you happy, sure!
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Morgan: …and there! All done!
Frederick: Perfect, you knew perfectly how to embroider the handkerchief properly. Oh god it's so beautiful. It only took a day of lessons.
Morgan: Dad, are you crying?
Frederick: These are not tears, merely pride in a liquid form.
Morgan: Geez, it's just a handkerchief.
Frederick: That's not only it. You managed to do all sort of things that I thought you. You even didn't complain during my fanatical fitness hour!
Morgan: (Trust me, I was screaming in the inside)
Frederick: You know, you being here was a blessing enough, the things you can do are merely an added bonus.
Morgan: My lack of memories doesn't bother you?
Frederick: Did it bother me when it came to your mother?
Morgan: Well you did think she was a spy for the plegian army.
Frederick: Er…touché, and I did think you were rather suspicious when I first met you.
Morgan: What happened to Frederick the wary? You weren't acting remotely suspicious after I introduced myself.
Frederick: Well, that's when I learned you were my son.
Morgan: How would you react if I told you I was a plegian spy right now?
Frederick: GAH! My heart…it's breaking!
Morgan: WAIT A MINUTE! Just a joke dad!
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Well sorry for the wait, and if the chapter came across as awkward. I'm open to suggestion regarding conversation for future parents. The next one is Sully.