Shimmering green over desert sands,
Emmeryn's blood and the Mad King's cheers.
Frederick loomed over her in a protective embrace, blocking the view of her sister's body.
Mercy and care, even as he trembled with the force of silenced sobs.
With rage and grief struggling for dominance, she resisted the urge to strike him.
He should have fought harder, so that I didn't have to-
Whispered that cruel, cruel part within her.
Time to flee, Robin had shouted; abandon her body.
Of course he did.
He didn't care. He didn't. He couldn't.
She ignored the way his voice broke.
Robin and Emmeryn- they had spoken once, maybe twice in his lifetime.
He should have thought harder, so that I didn't have to-
Whispered that cruel, cruel part within her.
His fault, Chrom's fault, anyone's fault-
HERS.
Her sister, her hesitation, her incompetence, her mistakes-
Despite the frailty of her muscles, she dug her fingertips into her staff, hard enough to splinter her nails.
Shimmering green over desert sands,
Lissa's blood on a rescue staff.