(A/N: This one was originally written in script form for a "support" that I don't have the drawing skills to do. Edited to fit in a paralogue instead, it's a bit different. And be warned; it can probably count as shipbait, but since it's just conversation and minor character explanation you can skip it if you want.

This paralogue is in Eisso's view, sometime after Chapter 12 but before Chapter 13.)

Eisso wanted to try to find Lucina. Maybe he could help her. At the very least, her overall solitude and reluctance to talk to anyone was making everyone else demoralized.

He found her outside of camp, swinging her sword, shredding entire logs. She wasn't using Falchion; instead, it was a normal silver sword.

"Lucina," Eisso said.

She nearly jumped, turning towards him with her sword pointed at his heart. It took a few moments before she recognized him and lowered her sword. "Gods. You scared me!"

"S-sorry," Eisso stammered. "I just wanted to talk. You've been acting oddly and it's starting to rub off on everyone else."

"Can't I just have time alone?" Lucina asked. "Can't I just think for a few days? Without interruption?"

"According to Morgan, you've been like this since the festival," Eisso replied. "I don't think it's just one problem. Everyone—or mostly everyone—is genuinely concerned."

"'Genuinely concerned' be damned," Lucina said. "I don't want to talk. Just leave. Me. Alone."

Eisso didn't want to take that as an answer. He sat down on the grass. "I won't move until you tell me what's wrong. All of it."

Lucina raised her sword again and, for a second, looked like she was going to strike him with it, but then sighed and lowered it again. "If I told you, will you leave me alone?"

"Sounds fair," Eisso said.

It took a few moments before Lucina sat down as well. "To put it simply…I'm scared," she was quiet. "I don't want to die. That…makes me a coward, doesn't it? I don't want to die, and I'm scared that I will die. I don't want to be responsible for other's lives, either—I can't…I can't trust myself. Being the leader is just as stressful as being a tactician—I'm impressed with how well Morgan and you have taken it, but I couldn't handle that. I would break. I…I didn't want Falchion either. But Father wouldn't give me a choice."

"Lucina, no one here wants to die," Eisso replied. "That doesn't make you a coward. None of that does."

"That's not what I meant," Lucina said. "I'm scared of dying on the battlefield, for my family or friends or people. That's why I'm a coward. That's why I'm hiding from everyone. We're at war. This is not the time for cowardice. So I pick up my sword and train, so I can get in a battle and win and…hide from everyone else."

"Please, stop hiding," Eisso said. "As a concerned friend, I don't think it's how you should be approaching this problem."

"You don't have a family legacy on your shoulders," Lucina said. "You wouldn't know. You couldn't understand—"

"But I can," Eisso replied. "Or, at least, I think I might be able to. It's not the shame circumstances, but it's somewhat similar. When my mother died, I didn't understand it at first. And then…when she didn't do anything…I felt worse than I had when I was bullied. I wanted her back, I…I even said that I wanted to be dead, too. She was teaching me magic, and I wanted to learn—until I got the letter from Robin, I had felt like I was betraying her wishes. I felt like a failure. But then you and Morgan and Robin and Chrom helped. Why can't I return the favor now?"

Lucina stayed silent for a few moments. "T-thank you, I…feel better now," she said.

"So you'll join me for lunch today?" Eisso asked. "Me, Morgan, and Kenzie?"

She smiled a little. "Sure," Lucina replied. "But I need to pack up my things first…and apologize to some of the others."

"Take your time; lunch may be delayed anyway," Eisso said. "I'm glad to see you're feeling better."

"Really, thank you for listening," Lucina said. "I promise I'll talk to you if I need it."

"I wouldn't ask for anything else," Eisso replied.