Morgan decided to lead Robin towards the courtyard. He just wanted to talk, and the courtyard was probably the most private place aside from the bedrooms. Even though it was open to the public, there were only about five people there every day; most people came to the library or tried to find placed to watch others train.

Sitting down where Morgan didn't see much people, there was only silence for at least ten minutes.

"Was there any specific reason you wanted to spend the day with me?" Robin asked quietly.

"…I have a few things that I want to say and ask," Morgan admitted. A faint image of his dream came back to him, accompanied by a slightly stronger headache for a few moments. "I don't want to worry you, though. You seem…a bit preoccupied."

"You're my son, Morgan; even if it takes a little while for me to understand it, you will always be one of my top priorities," Robin replied, trying to reassure him. "I might be a bit distant or cold, but I don't want that to discourage you."

Morgan nodded, although it took him a few moments before he figured out exactly what to say. "When I regained myself, after Loralis knocked me out…I didn't really think much of it, honestly. But then when you left the room, I heard things. I even felt something similar to fire, right beside me. It went away when you came back, but the voices always returned whenever I wasn't around anyone."

"That explains a few things," Robin said. "But I can tell there's more, so…go on, if you'd like."

"That night, I dreamt of a person who never looked towards me," Morgan continued. "Almost like they were afraid or unable to. They appeared in every dream I had after that…although most of them were nightmares."

"What did the person look like?" Robin asked. "Besides facial features, at least?"

"Tall and thin, and they had dark hair that cut off a bit above their shoulders," Morgan replied. "Their outfit changed every night, but it normally maintained a dark color code. They were always shown at least once. I…honestly gave up on trying to fix anything."

There was a very short pause, since Morgan wasn't sure how to continue.

"I'm a bit disappointed that you haven't told anyone this," Robin said, kind but stern. "I'm at least assuming that's the case. This could be serious, Morgan. It's been a problem for over two weeks. Did you think I would be upset if you told me?"

"Like I said before, I didn't want to worry you," Morgan said silently. "You're always busy, and I thought that if I can handle it myself, there was no need to say anything."

"…that's both understandable and disheartening," Robin replied. "But you can tell me anything; and for things that you don't want to tell me, Malin or Chrom would be happy to lend an ear and give advice."

"I know," Morgan said. "I'm sorry, Mother."

"It's okay, Morgan; no need to worry over it," Robin said. "Everyone falters every now and then. Just keep that in mind for next time, alright?"

"Okay," Morgan replied, nodding. He paused for a few moments before adding, "There's a question I wanted to ask you, too."

"Go right ahead," Robin said warmly. "I'll be here all day."

"If…something happened…and you had to take a friend's life…would you?" Morgan asked cautiously.

Robin didn't immediately reply. "It would depend on the circumstances. If it was the only option, then I suppose I wouldn't have a choice. But it would depend on the willingness on the friend, as well; if they wanted death as well as the peace that may come with it, I would do it—albeit hesitantly. Sentencing others to death isn't easy, whether they're friend or foe. There are some people that I would refuse to kill without a very good reason—everyone who lives in this castle falls under that category. Even if I wasn't entirely in the right mind, I can't see myself walking away from that without any regrets." She looked over at him. "Why do you ask?"

A small voice spoke in the back of his mind: "Don't tell her. She won't understand."

Morgan opted to ignore it. She deserved to know, after all. "It's related to a dream I had last night."

The same voice came again: "No, no. Don't tell her."

Morgan continued, only half noticing his headache was getting fiercer. "In the dream…you took the life of someone. I was pretty upset about it…"

"You can't trust her. You can't you can't you can't—" the voice continued.

"I just wanted to confirm the reality of the situation," Morgan finished.

"Fool. You can't just listen, can you… Well, at least you can't say I didn't give some sort of warning," the voice said.

All the voices came back at once. Robin grew visibly worried.

"Morgan? Are you alright?" She asked.

Morgan felt a little dizzy. "I…don't really know."

Before he could hear her reply, the world once again went black…

Morgan stood behind the person that kept appearing in his dreams.

"I warned you, but you didn't listen," the person said. "Maybe being defiant is inherited."

"Now she's going to think it's her fault!" Morgan cried. "Do you really want to be the reason everyone I know hates me?!"

"That's one way to get what I want, yes," the person admitted.

"What do you even want?" Morgan asked, half-angry and half-scared. He was almost irrationally annoyed; the person was only partially to blame, but that didn't stop Morgan from disregarding that. He just wanted them gone.

"If I told you, it would spoil the surprise," the person replied. "You'll learn in time… But until then, I'm sure you'd still like to know my name." They didn't give Morgan any time to reply, their voice growing cold and threatening as they continued, "Ask your mother who she fears the most. That is my name."

They turned towards Morgan, but he could only see several eyes staring back at him before he fell into complete darkness.