I'm starting to get into the characters that I used as arguments against other characters. Just remember that Robin is usually pretty unreasonable in these shorts. I'll use the Stahl chapter to bring up any questions of Robin's judgement. In order to prove his lack of judgement.
Robin looked at the boy sitting across from him. More specifically, he was looking at his forehead.
"Ricken," Robin said. "I'll give you a phone book if you ask politely."
"I'm OK!" Ricken exclaimed, although it was somewhat muffled by the table between him and the tactician.
"..."
"So, let's talk about your place on the Shepherds." Robin said to Ricken, who was glaring at him, sitting on top of a few books.
"What do you want to talk about?" Ricken asked.
"How old are you, anyway?" Robin asked the mage.
RIcken groaned. "Why does everybody always ask me that?!"
"Because you never answer the question." Robin replied. "Now, I'll ask you again, how old are you?"
Ricken shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "...Do you know how many people I've had to kill? If my age wasn't an issue then, it shouldn't be now!"
Robin, in spite of the grim fact, smiled. "Ah. Blackmail. I appreciate that, although you've kinda showed your hand when it comes to your age." Robin leaned back into his chair and folded his hands. "Well, I can't magic you like I usually do with people I disagree with. Are you sure this is a game you want to get into with a master tactician?"
"...Uh...Yes?" Ricken said, sweating nervously as he realized what he was getting into.
"So, does this make Olivia a pedophile?" Robin asked, his studying Ricken.
"No!" Ricken exclaimed. "It was a promise engagement! We haven't done anything…physical yet. You of all people should understand that situation!"
"My situation is much more complicated." Robin replied. "Time travel is confusing. So, anyway, you're going for the child soldier argument, are you?"
"Yes…" Ricken said timidly, then gained some confidence. "Yeah! Why'd you force me into all of those harmful situations?"
"I didn't force you into anything." Robin replied. "You volunteered to fight. Chrom told you to stay behind. It would be immoral if we forced you to do it. Besides, you're actually pretty competent, for a kid. You have a bit of growing up to do, but when you do it, you'll be a force to be reckoned with." Robin grinned to himself. "'Ricken-ed with.' Heh."
"Oh…" Ricken said. "So that means you're not firing me?"
"Unfortunately, no." Robin said. "You lied about your age, Ricken. I've let people get away with worse, but the fact is you were underage fighting in an army."
"But I helped you kill Grima!" Ricken exclaimed.
"Yes. And we are very grateful for that. You wanted to bring honor to your house? That should do the trick." Robin said.
"Oh. Alright…" Ricken said, shrugging in defeat.
"Now go out there and grow up kid!" Robin said, rubbing Ricken's head. Ricken pushed him away, but smiled at the tactician. He got up and left his office.
"That...actually went better than I thought it was going to be." Robin said to himself. "Now let's see who I got next…" He glared at a piece of paper. "...Oh, this should go well…"
Robin was actually kinda reasonable in this chapter.
I think it might balance out the next chapter.
Up next...Gaius! This one could piss people off.