I've forgotten to mention this but the story reached 10k words! Hooray for me! And you too, cause you have more to read!

Robin's POV

Robin was dreaming again. He wanted to be rid of it, as every night, he was haunted by his dreams.

The images showed castle Ylisstol being demolished, People running away in terror. It took a while for Robin to realize it was HE who was causing the destruction.

Robin couldn't do anything but watch him destroy his homes, kill the people he knew and loved.

'NO!' Robin desperately thought, and the image shifted. It showed the same woman that appeared in his visions, wearing Robin's cloak, and showing him different battle formations. She had a smile on her face, and robin felt happy. Then the image shifted, but Robin refused to let go what could be the last time he saw her, whoever she was.

The images that followed were not as pleasant. He saw the all too familiar scene of him murdering Chrom, The death of Donnel, and the rampage caused by William that followed, and the cause of his unconsciousness, the explosion that engulfed everything in his vision. The explosion seemed so real, he woke up with a jolt, before realising he was in the infirmary. Again.

He sighed, and tried to stand up, but pain engulfed his entire body, and he was forced back down. He couldn't sleep with the pain, but he couldn't move either. Robin thought he was going to be bored to death when Lissa entered the tent.

"Robin!" Lissa seemed to be in a cheerful mood. "How are you feeling? Cause you got some nasty burns there."

"Is that what it was?" Robin groaned. "Where's Lucina? Is she safe?"

Lissa giggled. "Oh, that."

Robin's eyebrows furrowed. "Lissa, what did you do to her?"

"Oh nothing! More like what you did to her." Lissa muttered the last part, but Robin had keen ears.

"What did I do to her?!"

William's POV.

Every day, My mind seems to become more and more in turmoil. I know that my emotions are not completely gone. That would be impossible. They say how you convey your emotions is your personality, and your personality is your identity. Then, who was I?

I found Chrom patrolling the camp border. "You aren't supposed to be out here."

Chrom sighed. "I….just need time alone, that's all."

"I assume you've met your granddaughter?"

"How did you….Oh, right." Chrom put his hand to his face. "I don't know what to do Will. I trust Robin more than anyone, but seeing Morgan just changed everything.

"How so?"

"….You wouldn't understand. I think you would need emotions to comprehend the situation."

I nodded. That seemed logical. "When do you plan of telling Robin?"

"When he wakes up, I guess."

There was a long pause.

"We should have been sailing to Valm by now." I pointed out.

"Yes, but we saved Morgan, and that's what matters."

"I suppose. The others should-"

"Wait, wait." Chrom looked surprised. "There's more?"

Chrom's POV

The shepherds hastily rendezvoused with the 200 000 men army of Ylisse, and boarded the ships and headed off. The Shepherds rode on the main ship, Spear of Hope. Chrom was starting to get seasick, but he held it in. Robin, however, was a different story.

Robin ran towards the railing, and threw up his breakfast.

"Having trouble sailing?" Chrom mocked.

"Yeah, I never had to sail in Chon'sin-AAHHHH!" Robin fell to the ground, clutching his head. CHrom quickly ran to his friend, helping him up.

"Damn it!" Robin yelled. "I had something!...A memory…But it's gone now." Robin's face was full of agony. He stepped down into the quarters. Chrom sighed. Many knew of Robin's amnesia, but little knew of what the tactician used to be like. Robin questioned his existence, his lack of memories haunting him wherever he went. He was a stranger to cultures, and in result, didn't talk much. It was only after Emmeryn's death when Robin was forced to step up and comfort Chrom.

"Will he be fine?" Lucina asked.

"Yeah, He used to be like that all the time." Chrom froze, realizing what he had just revealed. Lucina looked at Chrom.

"All the time?"

Chrom winced. "Well, not all the time, but he did have flashes of his past, only to find it sliping out of his hand." Lucina nodded, but didn't look convinced. "Now, get some rest." Chrom looked onto the now-setting sun. "We'll need it."

Author's note. Btw, SORRYSORRYSORRYSORRY for the delay. but you know, I have a life, and I need to take a break sometimes. It won't happen again. I hope.