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She had been the first soul he'd devoured in a very long time.

Suffocating under the weight of her own despair, she hadn't cared. All she'd wanted was for the bitter emptiness ravaging her soul to end.

But in this, she was to be disappointed.

To be chosen was to balance along that fine line where salvation and annihilation met. One single misstep, one careless moment, and she would finally have the end she had craved for so long.

Which was why he would never let her be. The path that stretched between them had been carved of blood and bone. A hopeless despair that offered a possible key to unlock the silver within the storm. A brilliant ray of sunlight too weak to pierce the clouds.

A light that had to be there, because she could not believe otherwise.

And so the monster led her carefully along. So carefully that she never once noticed the strings that moved her limbs, nor heard the tortured whispers that cried ink-dark tears of truth. Nor did she ever once consider stepping off the path that wound its tortuous way to the abyss where eternal hunger raged.

"Robin? Are you all right?"

Chrom's voice pulled her away from the vision she'd been dreaming while the court had gathered in an impromptu meeting to finalize some way of what must be done.

They'd panicked, in their stately way, without ever coming to an agreement beyond the recognition that something must be done.

That had been five hours ago. Or, as Robin discovered that she and Chrom were the only ones left in the meeting hall, five hours ago was when she'd stopped keeping count.

She nodded, but couldn't quite tear herself away from the memory of her dream. The story had woven it's tragic threads into every breath she'd taken from the moment it had first carried her away. Each thread pounding at her temple in time with her heartbeat.

"What have you got there?" His voice soothed away some of the bleak despair.

Robin blinked at the pendant she'd been passing hand to hand and shook her head. When it had first come to her, it had been a butterfly with dark purple wings marked with crimson circles that looked like three pairs of eyes staring back at her. At some point, the living creature had turned to gold inlaid with tiny stones cut to catch the light.

I don't know, to be honest.

Chrom took her hand in his, but rather than lacing his fingers through hers, he stared into her palm, tracing every line and curve with his eyes.

"You're starting to sparkle." His gaze flickered up to hers before it dropped back down to her hand. Then, as if to clarify what he meant, "Around the edges."

Robin rubbed her head and sighed, releasing a stream of bubbles that bobbed in the space between them. Miriel was eighty-seven point three percent certain the bubbles would clear up once the elixir had run its course.

Which could be any time between now and forever.

Hypothetically.

There was also the matter of the shafts of gold that had turned her into the world's most human-shaped pincushion. For a moment, she thought he'd seen them too, but she had a feeling that even Chrom would have said something if he'd seen them.

Probably with a healer on hand.

Robin raised a brow. She didn't want to sign if that meant losing the comforting warmth of Chrom's hands. When he didn't continue, she leaned over to stare up at him.

His eyes widened before they softened, and he smiled. It was slight, but there. That was all that mattered.

She made a show of checking for any errant sparkles, and was rewarded with a slight twitch of his lips.

Chrom shook his head before leaning his forehead against her own. "Like the time back in Regna Ferox. Before you . . ." His breath hitched slightly. "Before Marth took you away."

Ah.

As much as Robin didn't want to move, she gently untangled herself so she could scoot her chair directly across from Chrom's.

I will never leave you, she promised. Her mind spun busily as she sought for something—anything—that she could say to comfort him. Not ever.

"If you had—if Marth hadn't—"

She reached out to press her finger against his lips, trying to work out the precise nature of the problem pressing down on him. It wasn't like Chrom to worry.

Do you really think I'd let a little thing like dying stop me? Alive, I'm here by your side. Dead, well, let's just say that you'd have someone who could rival Kellam haunting you.

"Thank you, I think."

Robin narrowed her eyes as she studied him. Your family is safe. Miriel and Frederick are working together to ensure something like this never happens again.

Chrom nodded. "We have Marth to thank for that." He laughed softly. "I think I'm still trying to make sense of where she fits. How it's possible for her to be from the future and here, our present, her past."

Marth.

Another item on Robin's to-do list.

Robin waited for Chrom to go on. Their resemblance was uncanny. Too uncanny for 'Marth' to be anything other than a direct descendant, and likely a close one as well. Emmeryn had to have noticed the brand in 'Marth's' left eye, faint though it appeared. Now that she wasn't wearing that mask of hers anymore, the mark was there for all to see.

The thought made Robin feel more than a little hollow inside.

"Yet here she is. So she must be all she says she is."

Chrom . . . Robin paused, unsure how to put her question into words.

"Indeed I am."

They both jerked their heads toward the door where 'Marth' was leaning against the frame, watching them.

"You have our gratitude," Chrom said, standing. "If it were not for you, my sister . . . "

'Marth' waved his words away as she walked over to them. "Saving the Exalt was one of the wrongs I swore to set right."

"Only one of them?"

Robin huffed a sigh of impatience, doing her best to ignore the pounding in her head. Why hadn't he noticed her eye yet? He was forever staring into her own. Not that she minded, but surely he was a little more observant than this.

Right?

'Marth' nodded.

"Isn't it dangerous," Chrom asked, resting his hand on Falchion, "to interfere with the past?"

"Affecting any part of the past is perilous in its own right." 'Marth' frowned at the toes of her boots. "But sometimes the benefit outweighs the risk."

Robin glanced at Chrom before zeroing in on 'Marth.' Her facial features, her coloring, even her fighting style all tied back to Chrom. A daughter—or a granddaughter at the very least.

Chrom's eyes widened. "Oh! No, I didn't mean . . . That is, to say—we are all very grateful you saved Emm!"

'Marth' shifted uncomfortably in place. "Yes, well . . ."

Robin watched, intrigued. They even shared the same hand-on-Falchion-perplexed-scowl-shifting-from-one-foot-to-the-other thing they did whenever they were puzzled or knocked off kilter.

Which, given Chrom's natural charisma and 'Marth's' air of mystery, happened with surprising frequency.

"I mean it," Chrom said earnestly. "If there is anything you wish, you have only to ask."

'Marth' pressed her lips together, considering. "I ask only that you continue to trust me. I-I may not be able to explain certain things, but you may believe me when I tell you that I work only for your good."

"We are in your debt."

Robin frowned. Laying aside Chrom's deplorable observational skills—he had to be exhausted—why wouldn't 'Marth' say something? After all, she would know better than any of them what a force for good Chrom was.

Wouldn't she?

Unbidden, the image of the man much like Chrom came to mind. Ruby eyes instead of the blue of the sky. Skin too pallid to be healthy or good. One hand little more than a collection of bones. In many ways, he had been a parody of Chrom—everything the living, breathing Chrom was not.

And the way he had looked at her—

Robin shook her head. Whatever it had been, it wasn't Chrom. She lost track of her thoughts as she realized she'd tangled her fingers in the chain of the butterfly pendant.

Her fingers stilled. How had she forgotten? After she'd thrown herself, along with the Lightning crackling at her fingertips, the monster had vanished, leaving behind a dark purple butterfly with crimson eyes etched on its wings.

"Robin?"

Chrom's voice and his feather light touch on her arm pulled Robin back into the present. She blinked, only to find herself under both Chrom and 'Marth's' scrutiny. Shoving the pendant into her pocket, she shifted so as to address them both.

Sorry. What did you need?

"You need another infusion," 'Marth' said.

Another infusion? So soon? I'm fine.

"Robin." The exasperation in Chrom's voice was dampened by the smile he gave her as he shook his head.

"It is better to go back before you start to shatter," 'Marth said, folding her arms.

But I—I have reports and—

Chrom put an effective end to Robin's protests by pulling her into his arms. "Frederick's already on it. Everything will be all right."

Robin pursed her lips. The reports were only an excuse. Surely he—

"I'll be missing you every moment you're away. Hurry back."

Robin's heart pounded with the words he'd murmured for her, and her alone. She allowed herself to relax in his arms for the rare moment when all was quiet and everyone else . . .

'Marth!'

Face burning, Robin peeked in 'Marth's' direction. To her surprise, 'Marth's' completion was ruddier than her own by a full magnitude of degrees. Also, her attention was focused intently on the ceiling.

Regret turned one step colder as Robin forced herself to step out of Chrom's embrace. The sooner she left, the sooner she'd return.

I will.

If 'Marth' hadn't been so obvious in her determination not to intrude, Robin would have kissed Chrom then and there. She could almost picture his expression, and she would have cherished it while she was away.

As it was, 'Marth' was already blushing so fiercely that Robin was afraid of doing anything that might make it permanent.

There was always next time.

She waved a hand to catch 'Marth's' attention.

"I think," 'Marth' couldn't quiet bring herself to look at them, "I'll show you how to find the path back to the correct node in the Mirror Realm. I may not always be able to get back to you in time."

Robin nodded and squeezed Chrom's hand before she let go. She glanced over her shoulder long enough for him to see the silent promise hidden in her eyes before she stepped with 'Marth' into a cloud of ink-dark butterflies.

Once the butterflies fluttered away, Robin was able to see this Mirror Realm of 'Marth's' with greater clarity than she had before. Though most of the world before her was darker than a Grimleal's heart, she had the unshakable impression that she wasn't staring out at one world, but all of them put together.

"What now?" she asked, or meant to, anyway. Instead, her words floated out of her mouth on a train of silver bubbles. They were still loud enough to be heard, but her voice came out slightly distorted.

The look on 'Marth's' face would have made Robin laugh if she hadn't been trying to burn the few bubbles still remaining with the power of her glare.

Why? How?!

"You have got to be kidding me!"

"Perhaps we should work on finding the correct place before we do anything else." 'Marth' cleared her throat before pointing into the darkness shrouding everything in an eternal night. "What do you see?"

As Robin peered into the nothingness, a few pale lines faded into view. Those were followed by a few more until they formed a pattern that Robin could almost make sense of. In fact, as more lines appeared, she felt as though she was staring at a map of sorts. But rather than being flat marks on parchment, each line seemed to occupy its own space and time.

"Everything," Robin breathed, heedless of anything else but the bustling worlds stretched out before her.

"Good." If 'Marth' was surprised, she didn't show it. "Now close your eyes and try to feel which pathways are calling to you the loudest. Those are the ones that you've formed bonds with."

Robin did as she was told.

And regretted it a moment later when something hot and fierce pulled against her heart. She opened her eyes, only to be reminded of those strange rods of light sticking out of her like golden needles on a pincushion.

For once, 'Marth' truly, completely lost her composure. Her mouth dropped open. If she had been anyone other than, 'Marth', she would have recoiled.

Interesting. She hadn't seen them when they were back home, so why could she see them now?

"You—What—You're . . ."

"Not amused. The word you're looking for is not amused." Robin rubbed at the tender spot where she supposed her heart to be. Between the pain in her heart, missing Chrom, and her adrenaline crashing now that the fighting was over with, she wanted nothing more than a quiet room in which she could retire until she felt like dealing with the world again. "But neither am I wounded. It is, however, extremely uncomfortable, so if you have any suggestions, I'm all ears."

"I—I'm sorry, m-my Lady. I have never seen anything like this before. May I?" She reached toward one of the shafts with her finger.

Robin nodded, her eyes narrowed. This was the first time 'Marth' had gone formal on her. While it was true that nothing about 'Marth' suggested anything less than brusque formality, she had never Lady-ed Robin before that she could remember.

"Your manners seem very courtly. Few people know enough about me to refer to my title." Robin did her best to look stern, but couldn't ignore the twinge of her own hypocrisy. It weren't for the infrequent reminders, she would have forgotten her title completely.

'Marth' hummed something that could have meant anything, and flicked her finger as though to tap one of the rods. Instead of touching it, however, her finger passed right through. And then, because the universe had conspired to give Robin a headache she would never be able to forget, a slender rod that seemed more like string, stretched from 'Marth' and planted itself in Robin's heart.

The silence that fell around them was absolute. 'Marth's' look of horror was genuine enough for Robin to be sure that she had neither expected that to happen, nor had any idea that it could.

The pressure at her temples began to pulse in time with her heart.

"All right. Spill it."

"Spill . . . it?"

"Who are you really?" Robin held up a hand to forestall any of the ready denials with which 'Marth' cloaked herself. "I somehow doubt that Marth is your real name, and besides that, what is your connection to Chrom?"

"I . . ." 'Marth' fell back a step. "That isn't something I can—you'll have to trust me. Please."

"Trust runs both ways," Robin said, not completely insensible to the other girl's plea. "I do trust you," she realized the truth of her words as she spoke them aloud, "as far as I can. But I'm not wrong about your connection to Chrom, am I?"

'Marth' sighed, her shoulders hunched over in the first display of poor posture Robin had ever seen. She shook her head. "I truly cannot say anything else concerning this. The consequences for doing so would be dire."

The memory of the monster who had worn Chrom's face was still so vivid that Robin could remember every single detail. From his disintegrating corpse to the light of hopeless despair in his eyes. But even though all had been lost for him, beneath it all she glimpsed the love he held tight with both hands. Time would end, the worlds would all disappear, before he would ever let go.

As if roused by her memories, the pendant fluttered its wings restlessly before quieting back into gold rimed with rubies and amethysts.

The cost of trusting the wrong person could also be dire. Robin shook her head. Frederick had no qualms against 'Marth.' And he'd come around so far as Robin was concerned, hadn't he?

Eventually.

Despite her driving need for keep the world at a distance, 'Marth' had only ever come offering both her sword and her aid. Usually at the last moment, and always to good effect. And for some reason, Robin felt the urge to shelter 'Marth' where she could. Like pulling a metaphorical chick under her wing.

Likely because of how much she resembled Chrom. And partly because of the resolute brokenness in her eyes, lurking just beneath the brand.

"How about we try this again?" she asked, rubbing her heart in anticipation of being impaled by light.

Again.

"Close your eyes and see if you can feel yourself being pulled in any one direction."

She was doing this for Chrom. The sooner this Realm's Lissa patched her back up, the sooner she could go back home.

Setting her jaw, Robin closed her eyes. This wasn't hard. She just had to—There!

This time something tugged gently at her. She reached toward it carefully. When nothing unpleasant happened, she pictured herself moving toward it. In a way she couldn't explain, Robin knew that she was traveling over a great distance.

The further she went, the more the gentle tug thickened until she could almost feel the distance slipping against her fingertips.

And then something yanked her sharply into another direction.

A sudden gust of wind hit her hard enough to blow her hair away from her face. So great was the pressure that her breath struggled vainly at the back of her throat.

Then she was falling . . .

Robin cracked an eye open, surprised to find herself in the middle of a field. Now that she could breathe again, she could appreciate how deep and vivid the greens of the grass, the bright yellow of buttercups, and the blue of the sky were compared to those back home.

She turned to say as much to 'Marth,' only to find that the other girl was nowhere to be found. In her place . . .

"Frederick." Robin staggered back a step, feeling the heat of his glower darken. She waved the bubbles away from her face, desperately trying to remember if she'd done anything to irritate him lately.

"Robin. I see you've returned."

She clamped her lips down as a nervous laugh tickled the back of her throat. This was Frederick she was staring down, not some frightful creature big enough to swallow seven kingdoms and cantankerous enough to try.

Although, if she were given the choice . . .

"Indeed I have."

Why did he look as though her very presence offended him? And where had 'Marth' gone?

"Time is fleeting, so I will be blunt. What are your intentions toward Milord?"

A flurry of bubbles swished from her lips as she sighed. Not this again. Anything she could say in her defense would only be met with suspicion.

Robin crossed her arms. "What do you think my intentions are?"

Impossibly, his glare deepened. "I—"

"Robin."

Despite feeling like a hedgehog with golden quills, something in Robin's heart fluttered when she heard his voice. That, paired with the welcome on his lips, and she almost forgot that it wasn't Chrom rushing toward her.

"C-Chrom." She looked in vain for 'Marth.'

Or attempted too. By then, not-Chrom had swept her into a bone crushing embrace, and all she could see was the face-full of white that was making it hard to breathe.

"Milord."

"Bubbles?"

Robin huffed a sigh and extricated herself from both man and cloak.

"See, Blue? I told you the name was fitting."

The thief they'd talked into helping them grinned as he popped some kind of sweet into his mouth. His smirk was the final straw.

"Why is he here again?" Robin asked, doing her best to ignore both the bubbles streaming out of her mouth and their reaction to it. Even Frederick looked more than a little nonplussed.

"Blue sweetened the deal to the point that I couldn't refuse." He grinned at her. "Bubbles."

Chrom intercepted Robin before she could introduce the thief to the business end of her tome. "Gaius and Panne both joined the Shepherds, don't you remember?"

Robin stopped glaring long enough to rub the spot between her eyes where the headache was doing its level best to bore a hole through her skull.

They had met with Emmeryn after they'd driven the enemy out beyond the castle walls. What was left of them, anyway. Turned out the Plegian vanguard had severely underestimated the might of Ylisseans fighting to protect their Exalt.

Her gaze fell on the butterfly pendant she didn't remember fastening around her neck. "I might have been a little . . . distracted while we debriefed your sister."

"Ah." With not-Chrom flushing a bright red, an awkward silence settled over them. And from the way he rubbed the back of his neck, everyone else assumed he'd had something to do with it.

Robin's headache intensified, and she sent a useless thought toward home. Her quiet alcove in the library to be precise. No people. No noise. Just quiet bliss and the wisdom of the ages surrounding her.

"Er, Bubbles . . ." Gaius's eyes were the size of the lollipop he'd stuffed into his left cheek. He traced a line down from his temple. "You do that often?"

"What?" Her voice wasn't quite a growl.

Not-Chrom frowned as he reached toward her forehead. His fingers didn't quite brush against the spot, but hovered next to her face.

"You'd think they would notice." He hid his frustration as well as Chrom ever hid anything, which was to say, not at all.

Robin appreciated his effort anyhow.

"There's nothing for them to notice." Robin stepped back, reminding herself that no matter how much it seemed otherwise, not-Chrom was, well, not Chrom. "I'm just me."

"Precisely." Frederick was giving her that look again. The one that half expected her to turn on them at any given moment.

Why? Why was this Frederick still eyeing her with suspicion?

She dropped her gaze and rubbed her head. If it wasn't for this infernal headache, she'd—

"Seriously?" Lissa arrived in a flurry of golden butterflies. The princess marched toward Robin with a look in her eye that made Robin forget about all the minor annoyances so she could start drawing up an escape plan. "You're all just standing around while she's cracked and leaking essence?"

"So, not normal," Gaius confirmed.

"What about that," Lissa waved her arm toward Robin, narrowly avoiding smacking her brother in the process, "looks normal?"

"My apologies, Milady." Frederick executed a curt bow. And although he was still eyeing Robin, he no longer looked quite so piqued.

Progress then.

Speaking of . . .

"I don't suppose you'd be able to fix . . . this?" She gestured to the golden magic-gone-wrong impaling her upper body.

"Were you wounded?" not-Chrom asked. He took half a step toward her before resting his hand on Falchion.

"No?" Robin grimaced. The rods of light didn't seem to be in the process of killing her. Aside from the initial pain, she could almost forget they were even there.

Mostly.

"Hold still," Lissa ordered as she leaned in close to check Robin's pupils.

The emerald-colored light washed over her, warming her, even before Lissa had begun the healing in earnest. Robin sighed contentedly. Already her headache was lifting away, and she could almost hear herself think once again.

Why did she avoid visiting the healers again?

"Frederick, I need you to go get Sumia," Lissa said as she finished her initial assessment. "This'll be good practice for her. And you, sit." She pressed her hand firmly on Robin's shoulder before exerting enough downward pressure that Robin had little choice in the matter.

Robin glared up at her and rubbed her sore tailbone. Right. That was why she only went to the healers as a last resort. Bossy, every one of them.

"She means well," Chrom murmured with a quiet chuckle. He sat down beside her, close enough that she was very much aware of his presence, but far enough that he could lean back on his hands and just look at her.

Robin shook her head as her cheeks warmed with her blush. No, not Chrom. Not-Chrom. It didn't help matters any that they both had that warmth and . . . not softness exactly, but something like it, whenever they looked at her.

"Well, if that's all, I'll be—"

"Hold it right there." Lissa opened a small bag tied to her belt and began rummaging through it. "I need you to go get Miriel. She should have made some progress on the anti-elixir"

Gaius sighed as he unwrapped another sweet. "You know I only understand one word in five of anything Specs says, right? I'd be happy to go get Stumbles though."

"No need," Frederick said, finally glaring at someone else for a change. "I'm already on my way."

"Guess I'll get going then." Gaius mumbled something about needing to refill his stash before he gave them a cheeky salute. "Bubbles. Blue. Princess."

"I really don't—" Not-Chrom shook his head and let the matter drop.

"How many times have I told you that I'm not Princess. I mean, I guess I am, but that's not my name!"

Robin kept quiet, as saying anything would only encourage him. Except . . .

She turned to not-Chrom. "You haven't seen 'Marth' have you? We arrived here together, but were separated."

She rubbed the spot above her heart without thinking. While she didn't doubt 'Marth's' capabilities—especially given her connections to Chrom in the future, Robin didn't like the idea of her being lost or tangled with any of the thousands of roads that had stretched out before them.

"I'm sorry, but I haven't." Not-Chrom sat up. "Where were you when you got separated?"

"On our way here, actually." Robin frowned. She still wasn't certain exactly how the roads she'd seen worked, nor how her own way of traveling played into that. Did everyone else travel by butterfly? Somehow, she couldn't picture not-Chrom using butterflies to get from place to place.

"If you'd like, I could ask the others to help me look for her. It would be good practice, except . . ."

"Wait. Where are you going?" Lissa asked, hands on her hips. "I need you here, Chrom."

Robin winced as Lissa slapped something cool, but sticky, onto her forehead with a little more force than absolutely necessary.

"Robin and Marth were separated on their way here." Chrom gave her a look she couldn't quite decipher.

"Oh." Lissa sighed. "Yeah, I suppose you should go find her. But hurry back, all right?"

"It's good to know you'll miss me, Liss." Chrom grinned and mussed her hair with an affectionate pat.

Robin hugged her knees as she watched them. What would it be like to have a sibling? Of course, for all she knew, she might have a hundred of them, but a quiet corner of her heart was certain she was alone.

That she'd always been alone.

Until now.

She rubbed at her heart again as something tugged uncomfortably at it. Startled to feel the cool metal chain of her pendant instead of her tunic, she looked down to find the butterfly fanning its wings.

The wings still glittered in what passed for sunlight in this Realm, but they were no longer gems . . .

As if sensing that it had her attention, her butterfly pendant flapped its wings in earnest as if to pull her to where it wanted her to go. Then, when she made no move to follow, it redoubled its efforts.

Robin fell onto her knees as she braced her hands and feet on the ground against the pull of the pendant. She was frozen for a moment, the words she'd been about to speak already forgotten.

As the world was swallowed up in a pair of shimmering wings, she could no longer remember why she was resisting the butterfly's call. It had come especially for her.

She opened her mouth, but there were no words waiting to be spoken. Just a purple so dark it might have been black. All edged in gold.

Then the butterfly stilled its wings, and six scarlet eyes slowly opened.

One.

By.

One . . .

A/N: Haha! So, the story took an unplanned detour. . I have an idea of where this detour is heading, and while I'm not 100% certain, there's a good chance that these two worlds could collide a lot sooner than I'd been anticipating. :D And for those keeping score at home, there's going to be a total of four Robins and four Chroms. I'm really looking forward to what's coming-especially in meeting a new Robin. (Next chapter, on my honor. 0:))

Now that Marth has made it to Robin's to-do list, all those half quotes around 'Marth's' names come directly from Robin's mind. This is the first time one of my characters has done this, so we had a bit of a tussle when I was typing. As you can see, Robin won. :p

Thanks to all of you who stop by/read/comment/share! You guys are awesome, and I'm lucky to have you. :D Have a great week!

TaraTolmney: Haha! That's my feeling too. And good point at why Vaike issues so many challenges to Chrom. Thank you so much! Yes, the biggest points will be ironed out (at least explained) before the war with Walhart. There's going to be a whole arc exploring the Mirror Realm and Robin's true identity once they settle matters with Plegia. Aww, thanks! Chrom is one of my favorite characters. He's a lot of fun to write. :D

Meta-Akira: Thank you so much, and welcome! When I go over a chapter right before I post it, I semi-read it out loud. I think that's been very helpful in pointing out places where the prose doesn't flow as well so I can fix it. :) Thanks so much! I hope you continue to enjoy. :D

I hear you. When I first started writing this story, Robin was fairly normal-well, as normal as a Robin can ever be. :p But every time I tried to go beyond the first scene I wrote, the words refused to come. After letting it percolate a little in the back of my head, I finally realized that this Robin had no voice. From there, it was a short hop to Robin isn't from around here, is she.

Re: Multiple Robins: Yes. :D There's going to be a total of four Robins. One of them is the main character, one is Grima-ing, one is wandering around-lost, but being carefully watched over, and we'll meet the final Robin in the next chapter. (I had to work all this out on paper to make sure I covered everyone. Chrom will be the same for the most part, although for different reasons.) Two are from the Mirror Realm, while the other two are from outside it. I'm really looking forward to the Robin arc where all this is explored.

Thank you so much! I hope your Christmas-and New Year's-was wonderful as well. :D

MusicOfMadness: Me too! Haha! Apparently there's one more Chrom hidden away somewhere. They will definitely complicate things in the future. Re: counterparts: Very, very close. :D This is something that will have its own arc once the war with Plegia is over. I'm really looking forward to it. Thanks so much! :)

Gracidea of the Valley: Yes, indeed he did. (I'm pretty certain it was because Robin refused to leave him behind, no matter what Grima himself might have preferred.) Haha! Thank you! This is just the first of Miriel's voice finding experiments. I really love that in most of Miriel's supports how she tends to experiment on the Shepherds quite often. :) Have a great week!