(A/N: This chapter might get a bit depressing. Just a quick heads-up.)

The next few days passed by without anything too exciting happening. Morgan accepted headaches, voices, and odd dreams as apart of his daily life by now. Robin left and came back, and that night, Morgan dreamt of the mysterious person again.

It started with a simple sentence.

"You know she's hiding something, right?"

Morgan wasn't paying much attention. Honestly, he was trying not to. He didn't really want to give the person much mind.

Even though they still had their back to him, they continued.

"Like I said before…I know what you know. This includes your daily life. Your mother…you saw the look on her face. It was something similar to grief. Aren't you curious as to why that is?"

Morgan had to admit that he was curious; when Robin came home, she didn't greet anyone. Thinking on it…he hasn't really seen her since she first came back. She more-or-less spent the rest of the day talking to Chrom and Malin about whatever she learned. And it wasn't like she was avoiding all the children; she at least talked to Lucina and Owain a bit. Was she just avoiding him, then?

"This could be important. And you're allowing her to keep it from you?"

"…she'll tell me when she wants to," Morgan replied. "I can't force her to tell me anything."

"If you're worried about being a bad son, I'd say that she's already passed the line of being a bad mother, so there isn't much to worry about," the person said simply. "Relationships are so complicated in your family. It's almost fascinating."

"She's not a bad mother," Morgan argued. "At least not as bad as some."

"Oh, come on now," the person said. "You don't believe that. What kind of mother would never tell her child that he was unique? What kind of mother would prioritize work and study over her ill son? I don't have much experience with them myself, but I know what they're supposed to do and what they aren't supposed to do."

"Just get to the point," Morgan said. "You haven't said anything in days, watching me and being there in every nightmare I have, and now you've decided to speak up just to criticize Mother? What do you want?"

"So quick to accuse me!" The person observed. They shrugged a little. "But, yes, I do have other things in mind. You want to know what's going on, right?"

"…yes," Morgan admitted silently.

"You want to know what everyone's hiding?" the person continued. "You want to be able to help, instead of being fussed over? You're a damn eighteen-year-old! You're an adult like everyone else. Why should you be refused information that everyone else seems to know so well?"

Morgan didn't want to admit that they were right…but he couldn't say that they were wrong, either. Therefore, he stayed silent.

"I suppose you'll need time to think about it," the person decided. "Just remember to spend the day with your mother tomorrow. Otherwise, there may be…consequences."

"What kind of 'consequences?'" Morgan asked, a bit curious.

"Perhaps this would show you what I mean."

For a moment, Morgan thought he woke up. The small room was bright, with early morning sunlight coming in through windows.

But he recognized that it wasn't his room pretty quickly; the windows were partially covered, the door was nearly hanging off its hinge, and there was dust everywhere.
Why…why was he so scared? There was nothing here, besides three other people.

Looking closely, one of them was Robin. She wasn't facing him, though. Morgan couldn't recognize the other two; they just looked like odd shadows.

Morgan realized that Robin was holding a sword. It took him a few more moments before he realized that her sword was pointed at a bent-over shadow-person, lying on the floor. The other shadow-person was next to him, uncertainly holding him back.

"Wait, Mother," Morgan said. Why was her sword pointed at someone else? What was happening? "What…what are you doing?" He tried to get closer, but the shadow-person beside him prevented him from doing so.

"Morgan. Stay by me," the shadow-person said. Their voice sounded familiar, but Morgan couldn't quite figure out who it belonged to.

"No," Morgan replied, looking at the shadow-person beside him. "I want to know what Mother's doing."

"It's the only way…" Robin muttered silently, barely audible. "I'm so sorry…I can't find a way out of this."

"We can figure something else out!" Morgan cried. "Please…at least tell me why you have a sword pointed at his heart."

There was a moment of silence, and then a soft and apologetic, "I can't."

Robin took her sword, raising it to cut several marks along the shadow-person's body. Despite their—'his'—body being black, the blood's red color still showed.

"W-what are you doing?" Morgan asked again. "Mother! What are you doing? Why…"

Robin continued her work, adding several shallow wounds. She wasn't looking at Morgan or the shadow-person beside him. When she had made about a dozen small wounds on the shadow-person's body, she positioned the sword above the shadow-person's heart again.

"Please…don't look," Robin said. Much quieter, she continued, "I'm sorry… I'm sorry that I can't protect everyone." It seemed to be directed towards the shadow-person lying in front of her.

And then she plunged the sword down in a crude angle, and the shadow-person stopped breathing.

"Mother…" Morgan said slowly. "You…you killed him."

Robin didn't reply. Instead, she pulled herself onto her knees, never letting go of her sword.

"One life taken to save thousands…" the shadow-person next to Morgan mused sadly. "He said that himself, didn't he?"

Morgan didn't understand the type of emotions that washed over him. He didn't even understand the situation.

For a brief moment, the shadow-people became recognizable as people he knew. But he couldn't figure out who they were, since he immediately woke up.