Lucina came in around the time Morgan finished eating. Robin decided to take that as a sign to leave, a bit to Morgan's disappointment, and she stood up and took the tray with her as she left the room.

Lucina just stood there for a few moments. He…couldn't really blame her. It was always one event after the other.

"I…" Lucina began slowly, "I'm sorry."

"You don't need to apologize for whatever you're apologizing for," Morgan said. "I'm fine. You did what you could, and even if you didn't necessarily win, nothing was lost, either."

"Did I try, though?" Lucina asked. She walked a bit closer, sitting down in the chair close to his bed. "I mean…every time something like this happens, I'm right there. Damn my slow reflexes, I suppose, but…"

"It's not your fault," Morgan replied, more forcibly than he intended. Lucina didn't seem to notice, however. "Whatever you're thinking, you can stop thinking it. I know that you probably feel terrible, but you don't have to. I'm fine. End of story."

Lucina seemed to notice the faint aggressive undertone that time. "…right." She stood up, and started pulling the chair closer to the wall. "I'm going to head to bed. It's pretty late. Goodnight."

Dammit. "Wait, Lucina—" Morgan began. She was already gone, though. Or at the very least, she pretended not to hear him. He cursed silently; of course he'd make someone upset already. It was too late now, though…he'd have to apologize tomorrow.

For now, he tried to go to go to sleep, even after the voices came back.

He could never figure out if he wanted to find lucid dreams fascinating, horrifying, or a combination of the two.

A bleak landscape surrounded him, the area otherwise empty. There was a person, far away but close, with their back towards him, and they seemed content to stay that way. Morgan approached the person carefully, unsure if they were something of his own creation or someone he knew.

"Hello," the person said. They didn't turn towards him, instead facing the endless, gray forest area ahead of him.

"…Hi," Morgan replied reluctantly. "Who are you, again..?"

"My name has lost it's importance," the person said simply, waving their hand in their air dismissively. "It's nothing worth learning just yet. You'll see." They lifted their head. "What about you? I know your name, but little else. Care to introduce yourself?"

"I don't see why I have to, if you already know my name," Morgan said. Was it normal for dreams to feel so…fearful?

"Such a smart child…" the person sang softly. "You don't have to reject what's scaring you. You shouldn't need to hide things…especially not feelings and emotions. Those two things make you unique, special…no one can mimic what you feel. That belongs solely to you."

Morgan wasn't entirely sure why he found that unsettling.

The other person seemed to notice. "Have you never been told that before? That you were unique?"

"I…can't say I have, no," Morgan admitted.

"That's rather cruel, isn't it?" The person asked, lowing their head again. "It seems a bit unfair. You're sure?"

"Yes," Morgan replied. "I understand why; at least in the terms of appearance, I share similarities with another person."

"Ah, right. Malin." The person said, a bit of realization in their tone. "You two are very much alike. Appearance, personality, relationships, family…you even shared the same name, once."

"Really?" Morgan asked, a bit surprised.

"He fought under his birth name, 'Morgan,'" the person said. "I was there…your mother would call out to him using that name."

Morgan couldn't tell if that made sense or not. "Do you know why he changed it..?"

"I do not. I know little about 'Malin.' I learn as you do; I know what you know, with the exception of what I knew before," the person explained. "You'll have to ask him yourself, if you see him tomorrow."

"I might," Morgan said. He doubted it was real, but he was still curious.

"But going back to your uniqueness…" the person continued, "You were born with something that few people possess…something that few people see as a gift. But don't fear it. Embrace it. It is what makes you different from everyone else…for just as everyone is unique and special, there are some people who rise above the rest, and shine. You are one of these people as well."

"I'm not sure if I believe that," Morgan admitted. "I mean…literally within the first two hours of regaining myself, I upset someone close to me."

"A piece of advice; don't care what others think about you, unless it's fear," the person replied. "Fear is the only thing people should feel when they see you. Fear inspires loyalty and insures that no one will ever oppose you."

"I don't want to be feared, though," Morgan argued. "Fear isn't a good thing; the sense of authority that comes with it isn't real. When you're feared, you have to be alone—sometimes for the rest of your life. You might as well condemn your family to the same fate."

"Who says you'll have a family by then?" The person asked.

Even though it was a rhetorical question, Morgan prepared a reply—until he heard a distant roar, accompanied by searing heat. And then…he woke up.

(A/N: Yes, "the person" will be referred to as such until they're actual identity is discovered. I couldn't easily find a suitable replacement name that didn't give too much away. However, their identity will be uncovered sometime during this part, so you don't have to wait that long.)