(A/N: This is in Morgan's view, and is the last chapter that this story has. Thank you all for reading! It really means a lot. I hope you enjoyed the story. (And yes, the end of this story is sort of a meta reference/fourth wall break.))

Morgan was only half-listening when Robin spoke a few words in Malin's memory. He wasn't quite sure how he wanted to feel—on one hand, he had only really known Malin for three years at most, not including Malin's time at the castle before he left. All Morgan really heard was that all of Malin's possessions were his now…and saying that he was still carrying his friend's bag, he just sat down in the courtyard and read from his journal.

He wasn't quite sure what he was looking for. More reason to accept death? Why he left? Just to hold on to whatever remained of him? Right now, though, he was just flipping through the entires until he came to the last one:

Day 6,738, page 6,822.

It's sunny. Well…maybe a bit closer to partially cloudy, actually. The town is more-or-less abandoned like I thought. Robin, though…seeing her like this brings me a bit of a weird déjà vu feeling.

I know what I need to do. I can't very well let Robin die, and there's plenty of reasons why I can. Little Morgan won't like it, but if all goes well, he won't even have to know. He can wait outside and, as far as he's concerned, I just died with Grima possessing me. That's it.

I've put a lot of thought into this. Before I followed Robin, Lucina, and Morgan, I started a bit of a project concerning a book about the campaign against Valm—I guess I should've kept that project shelved, huh? Either way, I was researching by asking around. I sort of wish some of the other kids were here too; they all left a while ago, though. I seem to be the only one left, if you don't count Lucina.

I'm wondering about the ties that kept Robin here. Yeah, sure, if you want to get technical, she just disappeared for a few months. I would actually be dead. But it's worth considering what would happen if my bonds with other people will work the same way they did with Robin.

I know for a fact that no one will forgive me—either quickly or at all. But in all honesty, I don't think Robin has moved past the first time I left. There's a reason why she asked Chrom to look after me while she was gone.

Anyway; Morgan's waking up. I'll stop this here so we can get this done and over with.

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Morgan and Lucina are gone. They should be waiting outside…I can hear them, though. Morgan isn't very happy. He's just like his mother; barely knows me and still insists on accepting me as family. In truth…I don't really have any biological family anymore. No known and/or alive siblings, no parents. Like I said earlier, I'm just about the only one left.
I might not die today. I might not die tomorrow, or the day after, or I might not die until I'm gray and old and wondering "why did I write this all?" But it's pretty likely that I'm going to die. You better believe that I'm going to make sure Grima is defeated this time, without losing Robin or Morgan or Lucina or literally anyone else.

Even when I consider the rough childhood I wrote for myself, I'm pretty satisfied with my life. I'm not dying because there's something I feel like I need to repay; I'm going to die because—unlike all of the other candidates—I don't have anything explicitly planned for myself. Robin still needs to raise Little Morgan. Little Morgan himself is a great tactician, and needs to succeed his mother. I'm pretty confident Lucina has a crush, so I can't really take that away from her, can I? (Jokes aside, I don't think Little Morgan would be able to be the tactician if she wasn't the exalt.)

Meanwhile, my one goal is near impossible—to remember how I grew up and my time before joining the army. My memory is never coming back, and besides a few writing projects, I have nothing lined up. I guess it can be considered a bit depressing—a lot of people only consider me to be as old as I have memories going back to, which pins me at around twenty-something even though I'm much closer to Robin's age—but this is my final choice. Too late to go back now.

I won't say "I hope they'll forgive me." But I will say this: I just want whoever's reading this to know that I was happy and satisfied. I had all I ever could've wanted, maybe a bit more. I still call Robin 'Mother' even though I really shouldn't anymore. Morgan's sort of like a really younger brother. I couldn't have asked for a better family than them, even if they're not my biological one.

-Malin

Morgan read the last paragraph several times. He still wasn't sure how to feel about any of this, and he honestly felt a bit guilty over how he acted before. But Malin was wrong, in one major point: he firmly believed that no on would forgive him. But reading his journal gave Morgan a bit more understanding concerning the whole matter. And even if he did still have a few questions, he couldn't really blame Malin for anything.

Still, Morgan looked through several empty pages. The journal was big enough to hold twenty years worth of entries, with most of the pages being filled in since it covered roughly eighteen years. Eventually, Morgan got to the last page, which held a poorly written note, with the handwriting completely different from Malin's:

Malin: Amnesiac Scholar
Although Malin wasn't widely known in the public, his death was mourned by friends and strangers alike. Memories of his childhood never returned, and his journal was passed down to every tactician that served Ylisse in his memory. Well-taught scholars theorized that he may had come from a different future than the other 'future children.'