(A/N: This chapter starts the never ending cycle of depressed content, with a bit of sensitive themes as well. Nothing that hasn't already been seen in the story, but I thought it would be nice you give you guys a warning anyway. Also: "please" is said a lot in this chapter, so it miiiight get a bit repetitive.)

A few days passed. They had thrown around some possible solutions—Morgan brought up the original reason why they came here, but Lucina explained that the person they were hoping to gain help from said that she couldn't do anything, admitting it to be Grima's choice on whether he wanted to be defeated or not. Nothing new was established or taken down, and the moments were Robin seemed to be in control of herself were fading.

When Morgan woke up one morning, he saw Lucina acting a bit fidgety with Malin talking to Robin. He gave himself a few moments to fully wake up before looking over at Lucina.

"What's Malin doing?" He asked.

"He thought of a plan…it's something we discussed while you were asleep," Lucina replied. She didn't look at him while she spoke.

Morgan had waken up several times during the night; unless they talked about it right after he went to sleep or right before he woke up, he would've noticed it. He didn't protest, however.

Malin turned back towards Morgan and Lucina. Morgan realized that Robin's eyes were their normal color; she watched them sadly, but didn't say anything even though Malin took off the mask that was preventing her from it earlier. She was in control of herself, which didn't always seem to be a good thing.

"Lucina," Malin said. "You have the knife with you, right?"

Lucina slowly nodded, taking it out of her bag and giving it to him.

"Thanks. Can you and Morgan wait outside? Leave a sword behind," Malin instructed them.

Morgan was reluctant to give him the sword, which was the one that Robin brought with her and the only other sword they had besides Parallel Falchion. "What are you going to do with it?" Morgan asked, looking at Malin, trying to act a bit casual even though he was getting panicked.

"Don't worry about it," Malin replied. He offered a smile, but quickly dropped it. Morgan still hesitated to give him the sword, but eventually he did. Robin's expression flickered to fear at the same time that her eyes went back to red. Suffice to say, that wasn't very reassuring.

Lucina took Morgan's hand, and almost dragged him outside. She looked just about as concerned as he felt.

"…We'll stay out here until someone gets us," Lucina explained after they walked a little bit away from the inn. She let go of Morgan's hand, and he immediately turned back. When she took notice, she said, "We can't go back there."

"We were told to wait outside; it was never specified where," Morgan pointed out. "I just want to watch from the window."

Lucina was able to stop him before he got to far. "Stop being smart for one second and pleasejust wait outside," she said firmly.

"What's so important about us staying outside?" Morgan asked, a bit aggressively but not too much. "Is it for protection or ignorance?"

"A bit of both, I think," Lucina admitted quietly.

"'You think?'" Morgan echoed, getting progressively louder without completely meaning to.

"I wasn't told much; just what I needed to do," Lucina said. "Please…calm down."

Morgan sighed, but still tried to head back to the inn.

"You're going to end up making a scene," Lucina told him quietly. "Please, stop. This will be over soon, I promise. We just need to wait here until then."

"But I might be able to do something!" Morgan protested, looking at her. "I don't know what they're doing, but I have a pretty good idea of it—I've been able to solve problems before, and Mother has told me that I can think of a solution to almost any problem. I can help! No one needs to die, I just need someone to tell me what's bothering them!"

"Would you really like to know?" Lucina asked, seeming to grow a bit impatient. "While you were keeping to yourself, I was spending more time in the library for the off chance that you would tell me something—or so then I could return the favor for you bringing me out of my reclusiveness. Malin wasn't reading about Emmeryn; he was reading an account about his mother. He told me that himself."

"What does that have to do with anything?" Morgan said, intrigued but still worried. He really wanted to get back to the inn, but he didn't want to have to hurt Lucina. "Everyone has a mother."

"She wasn't a pleasant person," Lucina replied, keeping the same tone. "She allowed the Fell dragon to control her, thinking that it would be the best for her friends. She ended up being wrong; Grima used her to kill her closest ally and plunged their world into darkness. Malin only remembered seeing his mother once while she was in that state of insanity, and when he decided that he wanted to know more, he looked through a record written by someone who had known her for their entire life. Maybe Emmeryn's words had aided in his decision, but knowing what kind of person she was for a majority of his childhood made him believe that he had to be the one to get rid of Grima."

"When did he tell you all of this?" Morgan asked urgently.

"Before we left the castle," Lucina said. "I didn't know he would follow us; I trusted Father to watch over him. But I can't change his mind."

"So he's going to kill himself?" Morgan said, desperately hoping that wasn't the case and worried that if Lucina ever let him go, then he wouldn't be able to at least try to steer Malin away from the thought.

"All he told me was that we needed to stay outside while he took care of the problem," Lucina told him.

He couldn't let that happen. Thinking quickly, he reached towards Parallel Falchion, making Lucina immediately let go of his arm so then she could keep it in its place and prevent him from using it. As soon as he was able to, Morgan started running back towards the inn.