A/N: This was an idea I got from thinking about Persona and playing Fire Emblem at the same time. I just plan to make short little chapters like this one every now and then. Hopefully, they're enjoyable for you all.
The Paths We Chose
Justice
Chrom was a natural leader. He knew what to say to his team. He knew to inspire confidence in them. And in himself. He first believed that his sister was better than him in every way. That she was perfect. Leading, kindness, and all sorts of other things. The Plegian war was when he finally realized what she had done wrong.
She had no sense of true justice. She believed that everyone could come together and stop fighting with only words. And she was right by the time of her death. It was then he decided he would be a denizen of justice. He wouldn't allow a precious life to be lost without a proper sacrifice.
He defeated Gangrel, finally avenging his sister. He knew she wished for a more peaceful way, but it had to be done. Chrom wished that Gangrel would be under his sister's watch in the afterlife. He would know the error of his mad ways more than once.
And then there was the war against The Conqueror. He slew everything in his path in his own quest for peace. He knew what the world was like and what would happen so he strove for something greater. To unite the world under his lead. He was just like Emmeryn in a way. Wanting peace and arriving at it in their own ways.
Chrom hated Walhart's way. The way of constant battles and deaths. He saw more die than a normal man would see in his lifetime. The young Exalt knew he couldn't fight the way his sister had. He achieved those years of peace through his own way and he would do it again. As he faced The Conqueror himself, he knew what the man said was true. He could no longer be shackled by the chains of what people knew as justice. He would be freed from them and become justice itself.
In the end, he became what he wanted. A true leader that could protect his comrades. An avenger that could defeat those who killed who he couldn't protect. And yet, he felt as if his work went to waste.
His best friend, his brother, sacrificed himself for the sake of the world. To the people, it may have seemed like fair. The kin of Grima's life for Grima himself. For Chrom, there was no equivalent exchange. To him, the world lost something that could never be replaced. He could never share as many bonds as his tactician had. His partner's daughter, while her similarities to her father constantly appeared, could never fight as he had. No one could take his place.
He had lost half of himself along with his friend. And in that instant, he knew the truth.
"There is no true justice..."