Tharja

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Tharja: "Righteous or evil has never mattered to me. I've always been quite good at choosing who to hate on my own." Tharja: "You may call me Tharja. I am a dark mage from Plegia. Now, I shall be your shadow..." Tharja: "Tired from all that walking around? I could curse you so you can't sleep, if you like." Tharja: "Ah, er, goodness me! This weather is benign, eh? ...Did that sound normal? Which version of me do you like?" Tharja: "Sharena and Anna both asked me for my "beauty secrets." My secrets have NOTHING to do with beauty..." Tharja: "I served Plegia until I chose to cast my lot with Ylisse. But you know... I was truly braided by fate with only one person in my past." Tharja: "I like working on new hexes. So if you talk to me at the wrong time, you might suffer...consequences." Tharja: "I would have words with you. Now, you must be the one called Kiran, yes? Someone close to me has taken an interest in you... Someone named Friend." Tharja: "Ah, excellent—it seems my hex to summon you worked immediately. Yes, that's right. You came here because of a hex—a hex that made you want to talk to me. I sprinkled powdered lizard on this paper, and you were drawn toward it. ...Hm? The lizard's worn off... So you came here of your own free will? Surprising, yet...not. Heehee... I already have someone I'm destined to be with, but you're just as precious to me." Tharja: "Did you need something?" Tharja: "Last night you turned over thirteen times in your sleep. Impressive." Tharja: "I'll curse all of them. No one will survive." Tharja: "I've taken a real interest in you." Tharja: "I just finished it—an extra-special hex just for you." Tharja: "I like you, but my true devotion is for a particular tactician." Tharja: "Heehee... Too late to regret summoning me now." Tharja: "Oh, joy." Tharja: "Yes?" Tharja: "What now?" Tharja: "I can feel the darkness growing ever stronger..." Tharja: "Hee hee hee..." Tharja: "Who DARES curse me...?" Tharja: "Enhancing MY power? You don't know what's good for you..." Tharja: "Hahahaha!" Tharja: "You're already dead." Tharja: "Do you like darkness?" Tharja: "You won't get away from me." Tharja: "Katarina and the others may be shy, but this is a festival and this clothing has meaning. You'll join me, right?" Tharja: "Oh my, is the sun too much for you? Or am I the reason for your flushed cheeks? Hmhm, I'm simply joking." Tharja: "Plegia wasted such time on bitterness and hatred... These are feelings that I never shared with my homeland." Tharja: "I'm Tharja, from Plegia. And you— You know Friend? Oh... Then I guess I won't curse you." Tharja: "Ugh, I'm exhausted from being led around all day. So many people... Why even leave home for this? Enjoy myself, you say? Oh, please... I care nothing for the smiles of others. I live only for my fated love. Hmm... But when I heard your voice, I thought maybe dressing up and going out now and again isn't all bad. You remind me of my fated one. So I'll follow your lead for now... I'll allow only you to drag me out. But betray me, and it will be your undoing. The sorcery of this land will turn you into my eternal servant."