Severely injured by the Deadlords, and without Cherche or the third gens to calm her down, Minerva flew around in circles for hours in a state of perpetual panic. Gaius was sitting closest to the front, and he tried everything he could, but the wyvern wouldn't listen to him. Tired and in shock from everything he'd just endured, Chrom drifted in and out of consciousness. When he realized this, he slowly and carefully handed the increasingly cool and lifeless body of his grandniece he'd kept cradled in his arms to her grandfather sitting behind him. Henry took it and held it in the same manner. There was a moment of grim silence between the two men, neither able to yet process everything that had occured. They could only stare at Ophelia's corpse for a few seconds, blank expressions on their faces, as the trauma had short circuited them. Chrom at least managed a small smile, content that at least Ophelia couldn't slip out of his arms now, and promptly allowed himself to pass out from the stress.

He didn't wake up until morning. Henry was knelt nearby, aimlessly staring at his granddaughter's remains. Even hours later, he still didn't seem to know how to react to everything. Gaius was pacing back and forth in the distance. An expression of rage was made clear for all to see, but his face was also tear stained. Minerva was nearby, curled up into the wyvern equivalent of a fetal position and audibly moping. Chrom stood up and immediately felt a sharp pain in his back. His allies hadn't done anything to help him besides taking him off Minerva and setting him on the ground. In the wake of everything that had happened, he couldn't blame them. The pain in his back was a triviality relative to how the three former Shepherds felt. Chrom didn't know what else to do, so he sat by Henry and looked down at Ophelia again. With his mind rested and fresh, the raw emotions Chrom was struggling to process came flooding over him, and the battle hardened man broke down in tears on the spot. Chrom tried to suppress it, but it was overwhelming. It was like a floodgate had opened, and the feelings fonly got more and more severe until Chrom felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up to see Gaius by his side, and the smallest bit of peace came back to him.

"I'm… sorry, Blue. Junior. I'm so sorry."

It was over a minute before Chrom could calm down enough to speak. It might've taken him ten if he was by himself, but Gaius' presence truly brought some semblance of serenity to his tormented mind. The two men had come a long way since seeing each other again at Cordelia's homestead. "You have nothing to apologize for." Chrom managed to say quietly.

Gaius knelt down. He didn't seem to react to the sight of Ophelia, but his red, irritated eyes suggested that he'd hardly been apathetic to her death. In fact, getting a better look at them, Chrom realized that Henry and Gaius likely hadn't slept that night at all. "Oh gods. Blondie. She… she was supposed to be a symbol of everything the future could still be. After what happened thirty years ago, I thought it was all broken. Then she and the others come out of nowhere. Show us that there can always be new heroes. Like a sign that the gods still care about us. Like Lucina and our children thirty years ago, except they came to an even worse world. They were supposed to be a sign that things could get better. Why… why did she die?" Gaius stood up, shaking with frustration. "And why do the broken old men still live? Why did we have to see this? Why did we have to see three generations put in the ground?! Parents… parents are supposed to give their children better lives. They're not supposed to see the younger generations die off. They're… we're not supposed to survive when they die. We're not supposed to have to SEE THIS!" Gaius took his arquebus, which he normally took very delicate care of, and hurled it to the ground. "DAMN IT! This whole world is… is… boinked! I don't even have a word for how screwed up the world is! When I was young, I thought it was because of rich people like you! They hoarded all the wealth and lived easy lives while the rest of us had nothing! Now I know that was just a fantasy! The world is screwed up at every level! Even reality itself is screwed up! Deadlords reincarnated from our own children and sent after us?! Why is that possible?! Why does Grima exist?! Why does Naga exist?! Why does she try to protect humanity only to fail when a god of evil attacks?! It's like we exist just to have things taken from us! I… I never thought I'd get married when I joined the Shepherds. Have a kid. I never thought about that stuff… but when it happened? I never thought it'd be taken from me. I never thought it'd be taken from you." Gaius looked down to Chrom. "I can't imagine what it must be like for you."

"It's… it's not fair. Is it?" Chrom looked down. "Lucina. Brady. Maribelle. Lissa. Emmeryn. My mother and father. Vaike. Frederick. R-Robin. Cordelia. Ophelia. Everyone. They're gone, but I survive. Me. The man that took everything from them. I failed them. I failed my people. Everyone I have ever loved is gone. My country is gone, and I am left the Exalt of nothing. I was supposed to protect Ylisse, but I failed my people. But I survive. Life clings to me like a sickness. A gods… damned… PARASITIC INFECTION!" Chrom rose to his feet and met Gaius' eyes. "I… I don't want to do this anymore."

"I know how you mean."

"No! No I can't do this anymore!" Chrom felt a sudden urge to draw his Falchion. It was a strange feeling. The reasonable part of him tried to tell him not to, but an uncontrollable urge yearned for it. "I… I don't want to live anymore."

"W-what?!"

"I've thought about it. You know? Just… ending it."

"No… n-no. No you don't, you don't mean that!"

"Why… why not?"

The calm in Chrom's voice alarmed Gaius, and he tensed up. "No! You can't be serious!"

"Why not?"

"You… don't talk like this! Because-" Gaius himself started to panic, desperately searching for the words he needed. "Because… because people still need you!"

"Who?" Chrom glanced back, his tears returning. "Not her. Not anymore."

"Me!" Chrom turned back, and Gaius couldn't look him in the eye anymore. "Ah… I… I need you. Chrom I… I don't have anyone else. I turned away from the world for so long, but then we became friends again. We're together again. And, and Henry's here. I got to see Donnel again. I got to see Cordelia again. I met the third gens. I… I can't be alone again. Don't do that to me. I can't lose you too." Gaius gave Chrom a determined look. "And I'm sure as hell not going to let you do that to your damn self. Now put the sword down. Please. Please."

Chrom just stared at the Falchion for several seconds before he finally brought himself to put it down. Chrom broke down crying after that. For a second Gaius just looked at him but, without another word, the two men that originally couldn't be further apart embraced each other. Chrom fought hard to suppress it, but he could do little but bawl into Gaius' shoulder for a time. Gaius was patient with him, rocking his old friend and occasionally patting him on the back in a reassuring manner. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry."

"Ssh. Blue. It's alright."

"Men shouldn't cry like this. I-I don't mean to do this in front of you-"

"Hey come on. Don't beat yourself up in any way. Just… just do what you need to do."

"Oh gods. Not her. Anyone but her… or Soleil, or Caeldori. Anyone but them."

"I know, Blue. I know." Chrom eventually steadied himself. He looked Gaius in the eye and gave an expression that told him he would be stoic now, but it also seemed to silently thank him for being there. Gaius just smiled back, but it faded slightly as he glanced over Chrom's shoulder to see Henry. "Anything to add, Junior? Anything?! Granddaughter just died! Anything to add to that?" Henry didn't say anything. He just shook his head. "Do you even care, Junior? Do you even care?!"

"Gaius!" Chrom pleaded. "Henry's just dealing with it in his own way. Has he said anything since we got here?"

Gaius looked at Henry, his expression more understanding. Henry didn't even look up. He just sat there and stared at his granddaughter's corpse, almost as still as she was. "No. He hasn't."

"I'm sure he loved her. Let's just… we just need to give him time."

"Yeah. Henry always was a little strange." Chrom and Gaius turned in a panic to see Algol approaching. "I always liked him though. He helped me make my Risen stronger, and he never went to Keith or Archangel whenever I accidentally lost control of them."

Chrom and Gaius looked over to see that Cervantes, Farber, and Pheros were also approaching. Gaius picked up his arquebus and pointed it at Pheros as she neared them. "Get back! I'll kill you if you get any closer! Not now! Damn it, I don't want to have to deal with you now of all times!"

"Do you really think you can take all four of us?" Pheros responded calmly. "Even if you kill me, you'll be overwhelmed."

"How did you even find us?!"

"Your wyvern just flew around in circles. You weren't hard to track."

"WHAT DO YOU WANT?!" Gaius took careful aim. His arquebus wasn't actually loaded, but he had it pointed right at Pheros' head to intimidate her. She didn't show any trace of fear. "Can't you see we've lost enough?!"

"We're not here to fight you."

Chrom readied his Falchion. "Why should we trust you?!"

Gaius stepped closer to Pheros. "We saw what you did! You tortured him, and now you're saying you just want to talk?!"

"You have no reason to trust us. I'm not asking for your trust. We just want to talk. Consider this a show of our goodwill. Farber, release the boy."

"What boy?!"

Farber turned and nodded to something behind him, and a teenaged boy walked into view. He was about fourteen years old, with faded blonde hair. His clothes were scorched, and his skin had discolorations from burn wounds treated by nothing but healing staff. Chrom and Gaius looked at him in shock. "Paul!" Chrom cried out.

"We returned to the house after we were sure that Grimleal Inquisitor was gone. Paul was badly burned, but he could be saved. The rest of his family… didn't make it."

Chrom ran up to him, and Paul started walking forward. "Oh gods, I'm so glad you're okay! They're not hurting you are they?!"

Kjelle's half brother didn't respond to Chrom's compassion. He just ran up to him and struck him in the stomach, sending him to his knees. "Shut up! You got my family killed! They died because you was there!"

Chrom looked up to Paul. He wasn't angry or afraid. There was only sadness as his guilt returned to him. "P-Paul."

"Y'all should've left us alone. My family would still be around if you people never came to see us. STAY AWAY FROM ME!"

"Paul!" Gaius called out in annoyance. Paul ignored him and returned to the Arch Surg officers. Cervantes smiled and patted the tortured boy on the back as he passed.

"Ah ha! Good one, my boy. We'll make an Arch Surg out of you yet."

Chrom got up, clutching his stomach and shooting Cervantes a bitter glare. "If you do anything to hurt him-"

"If we do anything?" Pheros retorted. "We saved him. We're giving him medical attention. Food. A place to stay. The way I see it, you're the ones that brought this ruin upon him."

"You're the one who burned down his house!" Gaius spat.

"I was trying to save my own life. We all have a right to sovereignty, and I had to save myself from being incinerated. I had no control over where the spell would end up. Ultimate responsibility lies with the Inquisitor that attacked. Speaking of which." Pheros stepped closer again, and Gaius again took aim at her head. "We're taking care of Paul to show you that we mean no harm."

"What do you want, crazy lady?!" Gaius pulled back the hammer. "No more games."

Pheros took a deep breath and nodded. "Chrom… Archangel wants to bring you in. The Arch Surg will never stop hunting for you. Ever. Not until you come with us."

"I've hidden from the Grimleal long enough." Chrom responded defiantly. "I'll take my chances."

"We both know it's too late for that. You were able to hide from the Grimleal for so long, but it all changed when you went with Ophelia. In a short amount of time you've encountered several of their best agents, and it'll only get worse. You can't just go back to hiding. We… we could protect you."

Gaius shook his head in disbelief. "You four tortured him, and now you're saying we'll be safe with you?!"

"Yes. I see how paradoxical that may seem." Pheros looked at her feet and spoke more quietly. "Chrom… the four of us had very personal reasons to go after you. We thought we were getting revenge for all the crimes you committed in the past… but then the Grimleal came. It reminded us of what's really important. Fighting the Grimleal is what matters, and we shouldn't be wasting time fighting each other. Chrom… I promise you that Archangel doesn't want you as a prisoner. She wants you as an ally. She wants you to help us. We…" Pheros wrestled with herself, as if a part of her disagreed with what she was about to say. She swallowed her pride and continued. "We need you. You don't deserve the abuse you've suffered from Keith. He's a paranoid, violent excuse for a man. It was wrong of him to try and capture you just because you didn't immediately go with him. And… it was wrong of us to… exact our vengeance. We need to focus on the Grimleal."

"So you still hate him?" Gaius asked in an accusatory tone.

"You destroyed Walhart's Empire! Of course I still…" Pheros bit her tongue again. "That doesn't matter now. We want to bring you to Archangel, but to prove that we're different from Keith, we won't force you. We're giving you a choice. If you say no, we won't make you go. That'll be the end of it."

"No." Gaius said bluntly. "Alright, Chrom. That's the end of that. Let's get some breakfast."

"Please consider your options." Pheros responded, unfazed. "That battle at the homestead reminded the four of us of what's really important. We don't want to be enemies anymore. We need to work together against the Grimleal. However, we cannot control the entirety of the Archanean Liberation Front. If we return without you, then they'll send soldiers with no compunction about hurting you. Archangel wants to see you, Chrom. She gets what she wants."

"So you're the lesser of two evils?"

"More than that. Surely you have nowhere to go now. We can shelter you. We have safehouses in The Saltworks. We can give you food and a place to stay, and we can assure you that the Grimleal won't find you. We can also take care of Paul. Make sure he stays safe. Give him the help he needs in this difficult time. It's what your friend would have wanted." Pheros glanced over to Ophelia's corpse. "And… we can take care of that body. Give her a proper burial. All of that… but you have to work with us."

"We don't believe you! We don't believe any of that! You tortured him!"

"That's understandable. That's why I'll prove that I mean no harm." Pheros stepped forward. Gaius continued to have his arquebus trained on her, but Pheros stopped and drew her short sword. She then tossed it to the ground. "I surrender myself to you."

"Huh?!"

"I want to show Chrom something."

"What?!"

"Gaius… let's discuss this in private." Reluctantly, Gaius allowed Pheros to approach until the two were very close. Pheros spoke quietly, so that Chrom couldn't hear. A look of surprise enveloped Gaius.

"You want to take him there?!"

"I think he should see it. Don't you?"

"Maybe. But… why do you want him to see it?"

"It connects to Archangel. He'll want to see her afterwards."

"It'll take over a day to get there."

"I'll pay for it. I'll pay for transportation. Food. We can stay at an inn. I'll cover it all, and I'll be entirely at your mercy. Farber, Cervantes, and Algol will stay here."

"You would do that? Why?"

"Because I want you to believe me when I say that the Archanean Liberation Front wants you as allies. I want you to understand that we won't capture you. We'll only take you to Archangel if you agree. The entire time, I'll be unarmed and by myself. Surely you three men could dispatch me with ease if I tried anything? You won't have any reason to be mindful of me." Pheros look directly at Chrom. "We'll also take care of Paul and Ophelia's body. Only if you agree though. Say no and we'll leave you to your own devices."

Chrom returned a bitter glare. "You should do those things because it's the right thing to do."

"And lose our bargaining chip?"

It was clear to Chrom that Pheros didn't really care about any of them. She did appear to feel guilty about attacking Chrom before the Grimleal came, but she couldn't care less if Paul was abandoned or if Ophelia's body was left to bloat in the hot sun. At the same time, he couldn't help but respect her cleverness. Going with Chrom, Gaius, and Henry alone and unarmed did show that she was serious about trying to make peace, but she also knew she was likely in no real danger. They wouldn't try anything against her if it meant that Farber, Cervantes, and Algol would ignore Paul and Ophelia in response. "So what exactly do you want us to do?"

"Just come with me. We're taking a short trip. It'll only take about two days to get there and return. Where else do you have to go?"

Chrom turned to Gaius, who wasn't protesting. "Where are we going?"

"I can't believe I'm saying this… but I agree with Pheros. Chrom… I think you should see this."

"What is it though?"

"I think it's better if you see for yourself."

"Gaius… I'm trusting you on this."

Gaius nodded. "We shouldn't have anything to be afraid of if it's just Pheros, and she's right. Ophelia's body would just deteriorate with us. They can give her a real burial."

"R-right." Chrom looked over to see Cervantes, Farber, and Algol approaching. Paul remained where they had been, glaring at him. Chrom looked away, unable to meet his gaze. He turned to Henry and made it clear that he was going to move Ophelia's body. Henry looked at her for a long time before finally nodding, and Chrom gently moved her. Algol was waiting to take the corpse, and several seconds went by before Chrom could will himself to give it to him. "I know you have no love for any of us, but take good care of her. Please."

"Yeah. Sure."

"A-and don't bury her!"

"Huh?"

"Not, not until we get back. Please. I have to be there for it. Just do what you can to keep her intact."

"Alright. Well chuck her in a closet somewhere."

"Algol!" Pheros snapped.

"What was I supposed to say?!"

Chrom turned to Farber. "And take care of Paul. He's innocent. Please."

"Of course." Farber looked back to him. "I've been a soldier a long time, Chrom. I've seen countless refugees. Orphans. I… I understand what he's going through. We'll keep him safe. You have my word. One soldier to another."

"A-and take care of Minerva! Our wyvern!"

The three men looked at the wyvern, then turned to Pheros. Their expressions seemed to say that they wanted nothing to do with it, but Pheros silently urged them. "Alright. We can do that." Farber said.

Pheros turned back to Chrom. "Are you ready?"

Chrom turned to Gaius, who slowly nodded. He then turned to Henry. For over a minute Henry continued to stare at his granddaughter's body until Farber finally walked out of view. Only then did he turn back to Chrom. He didn't say anything. He just gave a small nod and looked down to the ground, a completely blank expression on his face. Chrom took a deep breath and looked back to Pheros. "Yes."

"Alright. Follow me."

"We will defend ourselves if you try anything."

"I wouldn't expect you not to."

Pheros took the three through the badlands. Her path seemed to be random, and Gaius snapped at her several times, but the group eventually came across strange tracks. They clearly belonged to a large four legged animal, but Chrom wasn't familiar with them. Pheros had them wait there about an hour before a caravan of Arch Surg soldiers wandered by. Chrom had never seen anything like their mounts before. They were mammals vaguely resembling horses, but considerably more alien. They were tan, furry creatures with long eyelashes, soft hooves, and large humps on their backs. One of the soldiers rode alongside Chrom and gestured for him to get on, but Chrom just stood there and stared at the animal until Pheros approached. "They're called camels, Chrom. They're from another continent. Useful for arid environments."

"Were they created by dark magic?!"

"N-no! They're just from another land." Pheros mounted the creature and spoke to the Arch Surg cameleer. "What are you current orders, soldier?"

"We're just mounting a patrol of the area."

"Change of plans. Take us to the closest inn you can find to tactical location 131. My authority."

"Y-yes, Pheros."

Cameleers rode right next to Gaius and Henry, but Gaius stepped back. "We're not getting on that thing! Right, Henry?" Henry didn't answer. He just silently climbed on, a blank expression still on his face. The camel Gaius was intended to mount grew impatient, and it began to aggressively nudge him.

"Careful, Gaius. It'll spit if you make it angry."

"That's not funny!"

"I'm not joking."

Chrom himself mounted a camel. "I guess the Arch Surg is always adapting."

"Only the strong survive, but strength isn't about power. It's about responsiveness to change."

The Arch Surg patrol took Pheros and the group to an inn. True to her word, Pheros purchased a room for everyone. Chrom initially remained wary of Pheros, but Gaius' presence reassured him. Once more Chrom was more tired than he realized, and without meaning to he fell asleep within moments of inspecting his bed. He awoke hours later. To his surprise, Pheros was seated by the bed. She had the sheet pulled back, and her hand wandered up and down Chrom's bare chest. She seemed to be inspecting the various scars he'd collected in the past few weeks, and Chrom was reminded of when he'd been taken to Nowi Falls. "Pheros?" Chrom tried to sit up. "What's going on here?!"

"I'm just inspecting you. I want to make sure you're okay." Pheros smiled to herself. "Don't worry. Gaius informed me that I'd see the contents of my skull if I tried anything."

Chrom looked down, silently hoping Pheros would realize how awkward the situation was. She didn't, or perhaps she didn't care. "I'm suddenly very aware that I'm half naked."

Pheros rolled her eyes. "Please. I'm a professional. I'm not trying to 'cop a feel' if that's what concerns you."

"I'm more worried about you plunging a knife into my heart."

"When I first saw you again at Nowi Falls, I realized I'd come face to face with the man I hated so much. I could have killed you without a second thought, but I saved your life because that was what was asked of me. Again, I'm a professional." Pheros looked over Chrom's abdomen. "You're falling apart at the seams."

"Yeah, well, I've had a hard several weeks."

"It looks like you've had a hard several decades. Granted you are still very, heh, muscular, but your aging is abnormal. You're about the same age as Gaius, and yet you look so much older. You have more gray hair. More wrinkles. Your healing isn't healthy for a middle aged man. Other than your strength, you have the body of a man in his seventies. Chrom… do you think I'm younger or older than you?"

Chrom looked at Pheros. "You do look much younger than me now, but I remember from thirty years ago that you're older than me."

"Exactly. You're becoming an old man before his time."

Chrom sank back into his bed. "I got my friends and family killed. I ruined the world. How could that not eat at me?"

Pheros gave him a sympathetic look. "It's not… it's not all your fault."

"Everyone I've ever loved is gone. It's destroying me, Pheros. I'm okay with that. I gave up on this world long ago. With Ophelia I thought… I thought things could be different… but she's gone now. To be honest I'm not sure why life still clings to me."

"Chrom, have you ever heard of chaos theory?"

"What?"

"In mathematics, chaos theory focuses on the behavior of dynamical systems that are highly sensitive to initial conditions. Within the inherent randomness of the universe, there are underlying patterns, constant feedback loops, and reliance on programming at the initial point. Sensitive dependence on initial conditions. Chaos theory helps us to understand seemingly random and unpredictable things, and it helps to show how small changes can cause increasingly complex results. A butterfly flaps its wings in Chon'sin. A hurricane strikes Plegia."

"I'm not sure that I'm following."

"Take our world. Now take an alternate timeline where the Shepherds defeated Grima. Where there had been thirty years of peace and prosperity. For all the innumerable differences that would exist between the two timelines, it would all go back to the divergence point. The Shepherds failed because Aversa and Gangrel cast that spell on you."

"You know what happened?"

"Yes. Archangel told me. Because that happened, our timeline is the way it is. All the differences between the two timelines come from that divergence point. Chrom… it isn't entirely your fault that the world is like this. Chaos theory teaches us that the differences come from that spell. That's what caused the initial conditions, and it all became more complex from there. It's your fault that they were able to cause this, but everything else was beyond your control. You don't have to blame yourself for what's happened to the entire world."

"Well I do."

Pheros nodded. "Then… maybe it's not too late to make up for it. You could find redemption in our cause. We are humanity's best chance, Chrom, and we could use allies."

"So that's what this is about. Pheros… the Archanean Liberation Front has shown me only violence and repression. You rule through fear and force. I won't trade one villain for another. I won't trade Medeus for Hardin."

"Is that so?" Pheros said bitterly.

"I've seen the Arch Surg kill innocent people!"

"Traitors to the revolution are not innocent."

"You sold Tiki to the Grimleal!"

That one briefly got to Pheros, but she brushed it off. "That is regrettable, but we needed the money from her bounty. We have to take advantage of anything that would give us an edge over the Grimleal. Sacrifices had to be made."

"You had no right to force her to make that sacrifice!"

Pheros took a deep breath. "I'm sure we could argue for hours on end about various topics, but it wouldn't be beneficial to our partnership. We will converse no further on these matters."

"Just like that?" Pheros didn't respond. She just went back to inspecting Chrom's scars. There was a bitter awkwardness to the moment, and Pheros' surprisingly gentle touch was actually ticklish. Chrom occasionally wanted to giggle, and that would have only made the tense moment even more awkward. Chrom had to say something to try and make her talk to him again. "So… I remember you were a priestess. You even went to Ylisse to hear my sister speak. Why did you join Walhart?"

"I believed in his cause."

"Didn't the violence get to you?"

"At first… but it was for a greater good."

"You talk of wanting to help humanity, but human life means little to you."

"That means nothing coming from someone born into such privilege. You were given everything you had. Your sword. Your title. Your importance. Your power. It was all inherited. You may have earned the respect of many people, but it's easy to be successful when you start successful. Walhart was born a peasant in a small village in a small, unimportant country. No one in Valmese society would have taken him seriously. He had to use force to be heard, and you dare to look down on him for fighting. You who took up the sword because you thought it would be fun. You and Walhart were dogs of war. The difference is that he fought for something besides himself."

"I fought to protect my people!"

"Did you protect them from starvation? Scarcity? Poverty? Socioeconomic inequality? No. You only fought against people that were obvious problems. People who you could kill without any moral consequence. It's easy to kill brigands. It's hard to look at society and see how unequal it was. You were a lord, Chrom. You were above other people by definition. You were reaping the rewards of a system that was built on the backs of the working people, and you dare to think that you were a hero because you killed brigands. It's ridiculous to think that the rich and privileged will ever help the working people through the goodness of their hearts. Those in power cannot connect with the people. A system built on inequality cannot help the people. The system could not be fixed. It's time to start over."

Chrom was silent for awhile, but he eventually spoke up again. Pheros expected him to be angry in response, but his tone was still calm. "You're a principled woman, Pheros." She looked at Chrom cautiously, unsure of where he was going. "You're… so different from Walhart's other generals."

"How?"

"You're so much younger. Softer."

"What is that supposed to mean? Are you implying weakness on my part?!"

"No. I'm just saying that a woman like you shouldn't be so consumed by hatred."

"Sometimes hatred is justified. Sometimes change comes because of it."

"I see you really cared about Walhart. Pheros… I'm sorry."

Pheros froze. "What?!"

"I went to war with Walhart to protect my people. I'm not sorry for that, but I see that the war ruined your life, and for that I'm sorry. I'm sorry for any responsibility I have in everything that's happened to you. You really care about helping the word. You deserve better than that."

Pheros was shocked. "N-no. You're arrogant! You're self righteous! You would never apologize to me!"

Chrom couldn't help but smile. "I guess I'm not exactly the man you think I am." Pheros didn't say anything. She just got up and walked out. Chrom pulled the sheet back and lied down. "Well this is going to be an interesting trip."