Breaking through the enemy ranks, Chrom and his small group made their way through Valm Castle to the massive throne room where Walhart waited, alone.

"Walhart!" Chrom shouted and it seemed to echo the noise of the battle raging behind them in the halls and corridors seemed to fade, as if this moment was cut off from the rest of the world.

"Prince." Walhart greeted with a slight dip of his head.

"Your army is on the brink of failure. The victory will be ours. Will you surrender?"

"Don't waste my time with questions you know the answers to, boy." The large man turned his attention to Robin. "You, are a master tactician, yet a very foolish man. You chose the wrong side."

"The only fool here is you. Alone we wouldn't be able to stop you, but together, we're unstoppable. Our bonds are what give us strength."

Chrom tried one last time. "It did not have to be this way, Walhart. You believe in mankind's strength. So did my sister. You believe that we are masters of our destinies. So do I. You could have joined us."

"ME, JOIN YOU?!" Walhart let out a mighty roar of condescending laughter. It made Robin want to strike him where he stood, but his husband had wanted to try and speak reason to the brute. His laughter stopped abruptly, and his face was back to all seriousness. "Does a pegasus join with the flea on its back? A dragon, with a cow it eats?!"

Without missing a beat, Morgan interrupted. "Pegasi don't get fleas."

Walhart's eyes locked onto him and Lucina jerked him back by his coat collar.

"He's not wrong." Robin's voice broke the awkward silence.

"None of you know your place!" Walhart boomed. "I am the Conqueror! I will unite the world!"

"We will." Chrom glanced towards his husband who nodded. "And not by forcing all the people to choose the sword or the knee. Peace will only come by stoking people's hearts not their fear."

"You think that's what you've done? What your sister did before you? No, she shouted some nonsense and leapt off a rock! Such weakness!"

"Wrong. Not weakness—strength. Plegians laid down their arms because of her. That one act lives on, and WILL live on, longer than all your conquests."

"And longer than you will." Warlhart raised his mighty ax. "Come then, flea, and die for your peace! I will destroy all of you at once!"

Chrom wiped the blood from his blade before resheathing it. "Emm, I tried." He looked down regretfully at the body that was once Walhart. Why had it come to this?

Robin placed a comforting hand on his bare bicep. "You and I both know that men like him only understand one thing."

"Milord!" Frederick hurried into the throne room. "Walhart's soldiers have agreed to cease hostilities." The great knight had wasted no time informing all of Walhart's defeat and without fear or the promise of wealth inspiring them, the troops had no desire to fight.

"Then pull our men back immediately."

Frederick nodded before issuing commands to those nearest.

Robin began ushering his family out, there was no need for them to linger, when Chrom spoke softly. "It's strange."

"What is?"

The Ylissen prince gestured around them. "Walhart and my sister were complete opposites. One gave her life to stop a war. The other took lives to create one. And yet they both inspired those around them; both walked a path to end all war. Both lived, and died, trying to unite the people."

"Yes, Father, but as they say, the method is the message." Lucina gave him a sad smile. "Your father suffered from beliefs similar to Walhart, and his legacy is plain to see."

Something nagged at the far corner of Robin's mind. He felt like he knew something, something important.

Morgan cocked his head slightly. "I think it has more to do with the heart of those that follow you. People like Aunt Emm inspire those with kind hearts while those truly inspired by Walhart have cold hearts."

Lucina shook her head. "I doubt it's as black and white as that. What of Gangrel?"

"Rage hearts."

"Then all of us must have kind hearts."

"Of course!" The youngest looked to his mother. "Though Mother and I also have smart hearts."

Lucina playfully swiped at her brother. "That doesn't make any sense."

"It makes perfect sense."

Chrom placed a hand on both of his children's heads, smiling. "These are matters too weighty for this moment. There will be plenty of time for reflection now that the war is done. We should savor this moment while we can." They smiled back at him. "Now, do me a favor and find your Aunt Lissa. As soon as everyone's ready, we're heading back to Ylisstol."

Lucina and Morgan nodded. He took her hand and led her away humming a cheerful tune that Lucina soon joined him in.

Robin linked arms with Chrom. "You okay?"

"I'll have to be. Our business in Valm is finished, but we have another task ahead. One perhaps even more dire than we faced here."

"We'll figure it out together. I have a smart heart after all."

Chrom shook his head with a light chuckle. "That really makes no sense."

"It's Morgan. It doesn't have to make sense." Robin gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "We've got this."

Chrom slid his arm from Robin's and wrapped it around his waist pulling him to his side.

"Sir Chrom!' Say'ri ran towards them with the biggest smile either of them had ever seen on her face. "A thousand thanks from every Valmese couldn't repay what you did for us."

"I'm glad we could help. Walhart needed to be stopped.

"Aye." She reached into her obi and pulled out a green circular object. "I recovered Vert, the Gemstone that was stolen from Chon'sin as a trophy." She held the item out towards him.

The prince looked bewildered. "You're giving it to me?"

"Of course, sir. It seems the fell dragon will soon threaten us all. I would feel safer knowing the Gemstone was in your hands."

'That and it's useless without the Fire Emblem'. Robin thought.

"Then so it will be." Chrom took Vert. "Thank you, Say'ri."

"It is the least my people can do and." Say'ri hesitated a moment before bowing. "I would offer my services to you."

"Huh?" Was his intelligent reply.

"The fell dragon is an evil that cannot be tolerated. Valm, regretfully, is unable to offer much aid, but I am able and willing, if you'll continue to have me."

"That is a generous offer." Robin answered since Chrom still seemed to be processing everything. "But won't your people need you here?"

"There are those more suited to the task of rebuilding than I and I believe I'm needed elsewhere."

"If that is what you wish, we accept."