No time for love.

"By the way," Robin said, "where are all the future children?"

Elsewhere in the castle, all of future children watched as Lucina struggled to hold Owain back.

"Lucina, unhand me! I have to do this or we'll all going to die!"

Lucina desperately held his hand in place with both of her hands gripping onto them like chains. In Owain's hand was a dagger, struggling to get close to his other hand's wrist.

"I have to release the evil inside my hand! It beckons me to wield the cursed weapon of Tobin the Clueless!"

Severa waved the so-called weapon in her hand. "It's just a pen, you dunce."

"Indeed. Mightier than the sword Falchion, it is said to be capable of creating really bad drawings of people. Once people become self-conscious of their looks, they'll lose focus on the battle and fall!"

Cynthia pumped her arms. "But, didn't you once say that you wanted to be the hero who appears at the last moment?"

Owain shook his head. "Yes, but I will be too preoccupied with my hand once it takes up painting."

"Why in the world are we still letting this happen?" Kjelle grabbed the fountain pen from Severa and snapped it in half using three fingers to shoot the ink away from anybody after breaking it in half.

Owain relaxed and Lucina could finally take a break. "Ah, I see. You chose to sacrifice the legendary weapon instead of my hand."

"It was a regular pen!" shouted Severa.

Owain sighed and looked down with a glum face. "Still, I wish you would have let me sacrifice my hand instead of destroying a piece of history."

"You're complaining about not having your hand cut off?!"

Lucina wiped some sweat off her forehead. "I'm just glad I was here to help."

"That's because I had to go get you! Everyone that was here just stood and watched him slowly dismember himself!"

"I helped heal him whenever the cut got too deep," Brady muttered. "Anyway, let's go get some grub."

"Don't change the subject! Owain literally just tried to cut off his arm!"

Yarne nervously raised his hand and said, "Severa, sorry to bother you, but all of your yelling is hurting my poor bunny ears."

"I'm sorry, but we're all treating this too normally! Owain literally tried to cut of his hand! He needs help!"

Owain stretched his body and yawned. "Well, in any case, it's time to celebrate our aversion to a horrible future ruled by my hand. Let's go eat."

"Don't try to sweep this under the rug! You need psychological help! We can't go eat at a time like this!"

Lucina nodded and said, "Severa is right."

"I am!?"

"We can't go eat right now. We would be disturbing my father's meeting with Robin if we passed by the throne room."

"Wait, what about the part where Owain needs help?"

"Oh, I've heard about it from Miss Sumia," Noire said. "Are they really going to get Robin to matchmake our parents together?"

"Hey, don't ignore me!"

Lucina slowly nodded. "As much as we cannot tell them about the future to prevent any unnatural changes, we've unintentionally scared all of the men with the promise of a grown child. I take all responsibility for having failed to keep my 'Marth' disguise which lead to my reveal. I'm so sorry."

"Lucina, please! If you don't lead the conversation back to Owain, nobody will ever do anything about it."

Lucina waved an arm at Severa. "Already dealt with. Take a look."

Owain was sitting at a corner, struggling to move his index fingers apart. "What is this strange paper tube? It's only paper, but it traps my fingers inside of it like magic!"

"That's a temporary solution, but…"

Nah spoke up and said, "Explain to me why we can't tell our moms who our dads are again? Also, why do we need dads? Ricken told me babies come from the stork!"

Gerome snorted and muttered, "I'd like to know why it matters as well. It's already apparent that our bleak future still remains. Even with the power and knowledge we've gained here, we lack a genius tactician like Robin to take down Grima. In the end, our lives remain as hopeless as always."

"I think I've learned enough from Robin with my time with him," Lucina said with her eyes down and a shaky voice. "I'm sure we can defeat Grima now. As for why you all cannot tell them about your fathers… I don't want any of your parents to feel obligated to one another. If my younger self wasn't born yet, I would not want my parents to marry for my sake after their discovery of me."

"I second that feeling," Laurent said. "In my years of loneliness, I desperately wanted to talk with my parents, but I did not want to jeopardize the true love my parents had for each other, no matter how much I yearned for their company.

"In any case, I'm rather excited!" Inigo flashed a smile at all the ladies. "I do hope Robin has time to work us into his schedule after dealing with our parents. I do love a good match."

Lucina stiffened her lips at the thought of Robin setting her up with someone. "I… have much to do to restore our kingdom. I have no time for love. In any case, we'll have to stay here for the next few hours to ensure we don't disrupt anything. If Owain didn't bring us all here with the commotion, I would have dragged you all here myself."

Severa puckered her lips and said, "Speaking of Owain-"

The sound of paper ripping sounded through the room. "Ah! My hand lusts for power! I must relieve myself of this curse!

"Oh no, not again!"