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Sage's Hamlet 1
Hundreds of Resistance from the western branch had flocked to the newly liberated Valm Harbor in order to handle the defeated Valmese soldiers, as the Ylisseans moved inland.
As per Say'ri's suggestion, they sought to free the one called 'Lady Tiki', more commonly known as the Voice, from captivity. The Voice was worshipped throughout Valm as Naga's oracle. An important religious figure such as herself was seen as a threat to Walhart's empire, who many claimed that he believed had no place for gods. This resulted in her imprisonment atop the colossal Divine Mila Tree.
Say'ri claimed that if the Voice were to be freed, it would give the Resistance someone to rally around. With Walhart's forces revealed to be in the millions, the Ylisseans needed all the assistance they could find.
The journey there from Valm Harbor was a troublesome one. Scouting parties had confirmed a massive Valmese presence in the area surrounding the great tree. All main roads were under heavy surveillance.
Anna, well versed in traveling being a nomadic merchant, informed them of a few less traveled routes to the Mila Tree that eluded the Valmese's watchful eyes. Looking to avoid any fighting before arriving to the battlefield, the Ylisseans split their forces into 3 groups.
Basilio took half of their forces and would arrive at the tree from the north.
Flavia took the remaining half and would travel through the mountains parallel to the main road, arriving from the east.
The final passage proved difficult for an entire army to cross, resulting in the Shepherds, along with Say'ri to travel it alone. They would head south from Valm Harbor, crossing a massive lake to join up from the south-east.
2 days had gone by since the Shepherds had departed from the heartfelt goodbyes of the grateful citizens of Valm Harbor.
Anna had told the Shepherds that a small village of mages was only another day's walk down the road. They made way for the village, in search of a means to cross the lake to the Mila Tree.
Night had fallen and the Shepherds had stopped to make camp. They thought it best not to exhaust themselves in the case that the Valmese or Bandits attacked.
Robin sat in his tent, perusing through the new book that Sumia and Cordelia had purchased him. It was a novel chronicling the journeys of a hero, seeking to rescue a beautiful princess from the clutches of a nefarious warlock. Robin thought it to be rather cliche, but knowing Sumia would most likely quiz him on its contents, he figured he needed to at least get the gist of it. Due to the recent mishap of Gaius blackmailing him, Robin had been sure to clear out his belongings of any of Sumia and Cordelia's more questionable book suggestions.
After a few more minutes of skimming through its contents, Robin sat the book down on the grass in the tent as he lay down on his bedroll.
The war would be long and grueling. Unlike their campaign in Plegia, they had an entire enemy occupied continent to traverse. Their numbers were a tenth at most of Walhart's forces. As much as they wished for a quick end to the war, their disadvantage in numbers meant they would do a lot of sneaking around, if that was even possible with a hundred thousand men.
Robin thought about his contributions during the most recent battle. His mission to infiltrate and take out Farber had failed. He was powerless in taking him out if it were not for Lon'qu and Lissa. Thousands could have perished in that fire had Farber not been stopped. Was his compassion truly a weakness? Were there some lines that needed to be crossed in order to hold up the greater good?
Robin flipped over to his side.
Like Lucina said, he had indeed chosen the harder path. But she admired him for it? Wouldn't it be more admirable for a tactician to worry about results? Cold, strategic, and disattached were qualities that were generally valued by someone with his role. But when he thought of the Shepherds, Khans and all the soldiers that lead lives of their own, he could care less about being the 'ideal' tactician. The real loss would be for him to forsake his values and put his comrades in harms way. Sure, victory would be more easily obtainable had he simply seen them as 'units', but would that be what he defined as victory? Lucina was right, this was who he was. He was different from other military strategist, and he'd rather struggle until the end of time finding a way to save lives then to simply win.
Brushing away the more philosophical aspects of his dilemma, he decided that he should focus on his personal strength.
Lucina also told him that his swordplay needed work. Rather than her poking fun like he had previously thought, he realized she really was giving him advice that could potentially save his, and other's lives. He would need much more training in that field. While Lon'qu was one of the best teachers he could ask for, he knew that there were too many possibilities out there to be grounded to one traditional style alone.
On the other hand was his magic. He had no doubts about his skill with magic, but the fight with Farber made him realize that spell strength alone wouldn't always ensure victory. He made a nice breakthrough realizing the uses of lesser forms of magic, as with what he had done with Lucina. Maybe a reassessment of his magic usage? It seemed a good variety of combinations would better suit the situations he found himself in more than mere firepower.
He added up his thoughts. He wasn't as adept with a sword as Chrom, Lon'qu and Lucina, and while it was his strongest point in battle, his magic was still a step below that of Miriel and the recently discovered genius, Henry. But what he had that any of the other Shepherds lacked was his experience with both. He would be able to incorporate his swordplay in sync with his magic not unlike the Dark Knights themselves. He could piece together his skills to create a style of his own. It would be something that much demanded dedication and creativity, as no one in their company fought in such a way.
With a burst of inspiration, Robin got up and reached for his weapons. He put out the lamp in his tent and headed off.
Robin had been practicing putting together his new fighting style. He slashed at a few trees on the edge of the moon lit field.
Tome in one hand, sword in the other, he threw out a few thrusts before spinning and striking the tree with an Arcwind. He leapt in the air into a spinning diagonal downwards slash. As he rose from his crouched position, he did an uppercut motion with his tome, blasting an Elwind at the possible point of impact.
He figured out the basic idea of what he wanted to do, but his Bronze Sword was much too heavy to be swung around effectively in a single hand. His tome was also too big for his attacks to flow properly. His movements were sluggish. He concluded that the time might have come for him to part with is favorite sword, in favor of a lighter one to suit his new style. He would also need to transfer the spells from his old tomes into ones more easily carriable.
Setting the sword down for a moment, he racked his brain for new ways to utilize his magic. He discovered lesser wind magic was suitable for increasing mobility, so he played around with his wind tome.
He hesitantly aimed at the ground between his feet, then fired off a blast of Wind. He was propelled over 10 feet into the air before slamming into the ground.
"Aghhh..." Robin groaned as he rubbed his rear.
He got up once more and tried again. He was repeatedly thrown to the ground with every attempt until slowly but surely, he started to get the hang of it.
On his 23rd attempt, he hopped off the ground before firing off his Wind. As he floated through the air, he shot another Wind downwards to cushion his landing. Robin smiled proudly at his progress. Feeling confident, he tried replicating the feat using the more powerful Elwind. This time he was able launch himself nearly 20 feet. He nervously tried it out with an Arcwind, but it merely tore into the ground, kicking dirt and grass into his face. ...He wouldn't be using that one.
Feeling like he had made sufficient progress with regards to verticality, Robin tried firing Wind mid sprint in order to propel himself horizontally, much like he had with Lucina. He tripped several times before successfully tuning his movements to compensate for the new action.
After nearly an hour of practice, Robin zipped across and over the field, enjoying himself much more than he should have.
"GREAT ASVEL'S GRAFCALIBUR! The man is flying!" a voice yelled in awe.
Robin spun around to locate the source of the outburst, tome at the ready.
He saw an excited young man, grinning at him. He noticed the man's right arm was going through a flurry of movements.
Robin dropped his guard. "Hey there. ...Are you okay?" he asked.
The man struck a pose. "I can assure you that I, am of the utmost well being. I'm merely taking in your marvelous feats of human aeronautics! Tell me, sacred hero, of how you've come to be bestowed with such astounding power! Perchance you slew a raging wind demon, thus absorbing its mastery of the skies!?"
Robin tried real hard not to laugh at the young man's theatrics."No, no, it's nothing like that. I was just messing around with wind magic." Robin said with a smile. "By the way, who are you?"
The man straightened up and looked at Robin from the side. He covered a part of his face with his right hand, peeking through his fingers. "I believe this should suffice for introductions." he stated.
"I've got no clue what you're talking about."
The man faced him frantically. "What? Surely whispers of such man with my description have echoed through taverns across the land. I, Owain, the chosen hero of legend, who leapt through time in order to prevent the great calamity that is to befall our very world! I alone have been chosen to be Naga's vanguard, in the never ending battle to repel the forces of dark!"
Robin deadpanned. "You're one of the people who came along with Lucina, aren't you?"
Owain dropped his bravado. "H-hey... that's no fun at all. I... yeah, I'm her cousin." he said sheepishly. "Wait, you know Lucina? Where is she?! What of the others?"
"Wow, calm down there. It's..." Robin's eyes glinted evilly. 'Lucina's cousin, huh?' He decided to have a little fun with the man. "The fair princess hath been taken prisoner by the very being to blame for the bleak future." he said dramatically, eyes closed.
Owain gasped. "This cannot be!"
"But as luck would have it, Naga herself has sent you, brave hero, a messenger. It is I." Robin said as he rest a hand on his chest. He opened an eye to see his reaction.
"Tell me, O'powerful emissary of the divine! What can be done to avert her fate!?" Owain asked in panic.
Robin was nearly dying, "Naga says she can devise an almighty spell. One that would be able to whisk the princess away from the clutches of the foul villain. But... something is needed before the ritual can be performed..."
"Speak what you require, divine being!"
Robin had to think quickly of what he wanted, less Owain would begin to catch on. He had to keep the charade going smooth and natural. "We require... a certain memory from her..."
"Of what? If it is within my knowledge, name it and it shall be yours!"
"...We require the knowledge... of anything that will likely embarrass her..." Robin mentally slapped his face. That was too damn blunt! There was no way he'd fall for this any longer.
"I see... It all makes sense! Embarrassment is a human emotion that rivals that of fear and love! You plan on converting her feelings into the energy source for the spell, do you not?" Owain said proudly, believing that he had just unraveled the mystery.
"Y-yes? Yes!" Robin almost died of joy. "It is to be expected that Naga's chosen would catch on so quickly."
Owain nodded proudly.
"Now, speak. What would fluster the princess so? The hotter her cheeks, the more effective the spell will become."
Owain thought hard. He had trouble recalling any such thing as they had spent the last few fears fighting for their lives. But, he remembered one thing. "I've got it! Brave as my dear cousin may be, she has an aversion to large bugs!"
Robin couldn't hide the stupid smile on his face. "B-bugs you say? Very well, I shall gran-"
"Robin, father calls for you. It's abou- Owain!?"
The two turned around to find the princess herself. It seems she hadn't overheard the commotion.
Owain immediately sprinted for her and pulled her into a hug. "Cousin, you're safe! Oh, Naga be praised! The ritual worked!
Lucina hugged him back. "Yes Owain, the ritual did work." There was a disconnect on what ritual they were both talking about. While Lucina was referring to the Time Travel ritual Naga had prepared, Owain spoke of the farce Robin had created.
Robin breathed a sigh of relief. Had Lucina overheard, Chrom would eventually find him skewered to some tree.
Owain let go of Lucina and turned to bow down at Robin. "The gods have answered this man's prayers! Honor goes to you, holy envoy!"
Robin raised his arms skyward.
Lucina didn't know what to make of the spectacle. She cleared her throat. "Owain, where are the others?"
Owain got up, dusting the grass from his knees. "The only ones with me are Severa and Kjelle. We haven't run into anyone else." His demeanor had changed when addressed by Lucina.
"Oh? Well that's a start. Where are they?" Lucina asked, looking around.
"They're at the village further south. It's inhabited by several Sages. "
"That's an entire day away. Why are you out here by yourself?" Robin asked
"That you see, can be attributed to my quest for the legendary sword, Mysteltainn!" Owain explained.
Lucina shook her head. "Owain, there's no such sword around here. Also, what are you thinking going off by yourself? Are you aware that this country is currently embroiled in war? Your carelessness will get you killed one day!"
Owain flinched at Lucina's lashing. "I-I apologize, I'll get back to them immediately."
"No you won't. You're staying here with us tonight."
"Us? Have you found a band of heroes to aid you in our cause?"
Lucina smiled. "Yes, the finest band of heroes. The Shepherds."
Owain's eyes widened. "The Shepherds? That means... mom, dad! Wait, you said not to interact with othe-"
"Easy Owain. I'll explain when we get to camp. But lay low for a bit, we need to speak with my father first." Lucina said.
Owain nodded.
"You said Chrom needed me?" Robin asked Lucina.
"Yes, but this matter is more important. Come along." she said as she walked back to camp.
Robin went to retrieve his sword. He found Owain waiting for him.
"Um, Robin was it? You're not ...really Naga's messenger, are you?" Owain asked with a serious face.
Robin felt ashamed for duping the man. "No, I'm sorry. I'm just the Shepherd's Tactician. I apologize for the act I put up."
"Apologize? That was amazing! To think I'd meet another with creativity as vast as mine!"
"You aren't mad?"
"No way! In fact, I wanted to ask if you mind if I borrowed your character for the tale I'm writing."
"You're a writer?"
"Not professionally, no, but I've always loved epics about heroes and the like."
"Sure, go ahead." Robin smiled.
"You will not be disappointed. Men and women of all ages will hear of your exploits for generations to come!"
Robin laughed. "I'll be looking forward to it. Now, let's head back to camp."
"Lissa's son?" Chrom asked in surprise.
The three went to the command tent to confirm the situation.
"It's true uncle Chrom." Owain said.
Chrom sat back in his seat. "Well this is surprising to say the least. I was told that Lucina had come here with others, but for all of them to be our children?"
Lucina spoke,"I didn't want to risk the others finding out. What if the shock would be too great for them? It could drive the couples away from one another, and then my friends, they wouldn't exist..."
"That might not be the case." Robin said. "I was discussing the matter of time travel with Miriel after you joined us. She said that while some believed in a single timeline, there are others that believe changing the past doesn't divert the future, but rather create a new one."
Chrom thought about it. "So there might be multiple futures? Multiple worlds even?"
"...So we would still exist despite what we changed here?" Lucina asked.
"It's a possibility." Robin concluded.
Chrom spoke up. "In Owain's case, Lissa and Lon'qu are already married. So despite the theories, it should be fine if they meet."
Owain nodded in excitement. He'd finally be able to meet the parents he had lost so long ago.
As they all got up to go find Owain's parents, they noticed Lucina hadn't moved. She sat still, a blank look on her face.
Lucina had been contemplating Robin's words. "If what we do here won't affect my future... you're saying that I abandoned our world? That they were all left to perish under Grima while I escaped?" she spoke, visibly shaking.
Robin shook his head. "Lucina, that's not wh-"
"But that's what you're saying implies! Sure, we would exist even if our parents don't have us here, but that still means we can't do a thing for our future! Even if we save this world, ours is as good as gone!" she yelled.
"Cousin, you mustn't think like that!" Owain yelled in concern.
"But it's a possibility isn't it!?" she cried.
Chrom held his daughter. "Lucina, calm down."
"How can I calm down?! My mission, my hope to save that world, was it all a lie!? ...Am I truly even your daughter... or am I just some double from an unwanted future?" she asked, tears streaming down her face.
She broke free from Chrom's hold and ran out the tent.
"Lucina!" Owain called.
The three stood silent, stunned by the turn of events.
Robin looked down. "Chrom... I didn't mean..."
"It's fine Robin. I know you didn't." he said sadly.
Something was building up within Robin. What was strange was that it was not guilt, or sadness. He looked up, an aggressive look in his eyes. "Chrom, you take Owain to meet his parents. I'll deal with Lucina."
Chrom looked to his friend, unsure. "What do you plan to do?"
"I'm gonna knock some sense into her." he said as he walked out the tent.
Lucina sat on a log in the same field Robin had been training in.
The turmoil that she thought she had left behind once again plagued her thoughts. Why had Naga saved them? Why were they the only ones able to escape that future? Her comrades, friends that had fallen there... where they gone forever?
Lucina heard footsteps behind her. She turned to find Robin staring down at her. "Robin, I just need some time alone. I doubt you can help with this."
Robin grabbed his sword. "That's where you're wrong. I'm not here to console you or anything. In fact, you're kind of pissing me off."
Lucina looked at him in disbelief. "I've angered you!? Tell me, how did this come about?" she yelled.
"Draw your sword." he said, raising his.
Lucina fumed at the man's brashness. She stood up and unsheathed her Falchion. "If anyone is to be upset, it's me and Owain."
"Get over yourself."
Lucina leapt at Robin in anger, thrusting forward. Before her blade could reach him, he vanished in a burst of wind. She looked around and saw he had zoomed a few meters away.
Robin aimed his tome behind him, unleashing another Wind and rocketed towards Lucina.
She caught his blade with hers, sliding back from the impact.
Robin pulled his sword back and slashed at her multiple times.
Lucina quickly repelled his assault, anger burning in her eyes.
"So you lost your purpose to fight. You're just going to give up, is that it?" he spat, refusing to let up from his strikes.
"Silence!" she shouted, reflecting one of his strikes away to the side, following up with a horizontal swipe.
Robin hopped back and shot her with a burst of Wind, propelling himself away while pushing her back.
"Stop doing that!" she said in frustration.
"Why does it matter? If you can't handle this, maybe you really couldn't save the future anyways."
She grit her teeth and flew forward with immense strength. She dashed past him with an upward swipe.
Robin just barely moved out of the Falchion's path as it sliced through the very air he stood milliseconds ago.
Lucina gave him no time to recover, rushing at him once again. She threw her Falchion up into the air over Robin as she jumped into a flying kick.
Her feet slammed into Robin's chest, causing him to gasp. She immediately caught the Falchion as it fell down and kicked off of Robin, flipping backwards onto the ground.
She lunged at him, unleashing a flurry of slashes.
He was caught off guard with her sudden burst and found himself on the defensive. "I apologize, and yet I don't. You've been given a chance to change fate, yet this is how you act?" He asked in between blocks.
"Can I not even grieve over those I've lost?" she yelled, slamming her Falchion furiously against his Bronze Sword.
"That's not the problem here. You've doubted yourself. You believe what you've done is for naught, correct?" he asked, as he ducked under a swing.
"Why does that concern you?" she spat, trying to slash at his retreating form.
Robin rolled through another horizontal swipe, shoulder bashing her. "How many times have you helped me as I struggled with all that I've done? I took your words to heart! And I'd really feel like a damn fool if you just go crumbling as soon as one terrible thought goes through your head." he spoke as she got up from the ground.
As soon as she had trained her blade on Robin, he had already zoomed behind her with his wind magic.
Robin brought down his sword vertically, but Lucina had pulled her Falchion behind her back to stop it.
As their blades grinded against each other, Lucina spun around and swung her fist at Robin's face.
Robin leaned back from the punch and dropped his tome. He grabbed her outstretched arm and pulled her towards him. "What of the people here, Lucina? Do they not matter? "
Lucina fought against his grip, but Robin held on.
"You really believe yourself to not be Chrom's daughter? You're telling me the tears he and Sumia shed for you weren't real?" he yelled.
Lucina slowly ceased her resistance as the words seeped into her. The two were at a standstill. They both breathed heavily, recovering from their feud.
The anger in both Lucina and Robin had slowly faded. An unsettling air filled the area as they stared at one another.
"...What am I supposed to do? If what you say is true..." Lucina muttered, finally breaking the silence.
"You stay strong..." Robin said, echoing her own advice back at her. "For the people you care for, and for yourself."
Lucina stayed silent.
"You realize if things were how you thought them to be, the moment you stopped Grima here, this you wouldn't exist." he said
She looked up at him. "W-what are you talking about?"
"If there really is only one timeline, and you change things here, you would never have come into the past. The Lucina currently standing before me wouldn't exist."
"How can you know that for certain?"
"I don't, but the thought that one of my friends would just vanish bothers me. That's why I'd rather believe in the other theory... Listen, I can't even begin to imagine how you feel, thinking that your world is lost, but does that mean we should just to stand by while this one goes down that same path?"
"I-I was supposed to come here to change the future... my future"
"How about we create a new one right here?"
"Create?"
Robin nodded. "Assuming we really can't save your future, it's just as it sounds isn't it? What good would thinking about such things do? You told me so yourself." Robin said, gazing into her eyes.
"It's not the same, Robin..."
"Isn't it? This world we live in may or may not be larger than what we could've imagined. We might not only be dealing with a single world here anymore, but what you told me still applies. You said people have died for you to get here. Even if you can't avenge them, somewhere, in the many possible worlds, they still live on. Take here for example, you can still make sure that the versions of them in this timeline never have to go through that... It won't be the quite the same, but they're just as alive here as they were there."
"Those that died in my world... would they be fine with that?"
"I don't know, and I believe it's not our place to put words in the mouths of those who've passed. It's not likely that we can go out and save every world out there from catastrophe, but what we can do is worry about those who live in this one right now. It's time you stop worrying about the future and start living in the present." he said sternly.
It made sense to her. Perhaps, deep down in the darkest corners of her mind, she already knew that her future was doomed. She was just too afraid to come to terms with it. Maybe Naga didn't send them back to save that future, but to strictly prevent the calamity from befalling another. "But... do I even belong here?" she asked slowly, trembling.
Robin leaned down to look here face to face "Of course you do. Not a single Shepherd would think any different." he said confidently.
Lucina bit her lip.
Robin knew it was best to have her let it out. He slowly pulled her into a warm hug.
Lucina was overwhelmed with emotion. Hope and despair fought for dominance within her. It pained her to face the reality that world she left was possibly ruined, but she also wanted to believe that if she could at least change this one, just maybe, her trip to the past wasn't for nothing. She wanted to believe that fate had not yet won.
He felt the front of his shirt dampen, her arms slowly wrapping around him this time. He could feel his chest vibrate from her muffled sobs. And then, as if he had read her mind,"Even if multiple worlds exist, that only proves how fallible fate truly is. If there are multiple worlds, there are multiple authors. That role is exactly what we should strive for. We'll chisel in our own future onto the slab of time..." he said softly.
"...our own future." she whispered.
"We're going to change this world, Lucina. It's your home too now." he said, holding the girl. Her grip on him tightened.
Robin held Lucina in silence for minutes more.
He had said his part, but very uncharacteristic of him, he planned little on what would come after. He stood there awkwardly... in a field...at night... his friend's daughter crying in his arms. 'Why isn't Chrom doing this?' he thought, trying to lighten the mood.
But as he looked down at her, he knew exactly why he had done it. "It's because I look up to you." he said.
Lucina lifted her head, eyes wet, nose red. "...What do you mean?"
" ...I admire your strong will. You always knew what to say when I've nearly lost myself. I guess I let my emotions get the best of me when I saw you of all people breakdown like that... I'm sorry."
Lucina smiled softly. "Ylisse's premiere Tactician looks up to me? I'm flattered." she joked.
Robin closed his eyes and sighed. "And, you're back."
"Deal with it." she said, wiping off her tears with one hand, the smile not leaving her face.
"Really though, I'm sorry about what I said earlier. I stepped bounds again."
"No, I needed it. It was foolish of me to have fallen back to thinking like that. I promised myself once that I would no longer regret what I've done, yet here I am."
"Don't be so hard on yourself. Hero or not, we're still human. Besides, I'll always be here to set you straight. And I hope you'll continue to do the same when the time comes where I once again make a mess of myself. No matter what life throws us, we're all in this together. We're Shepherds, we've got each other's backs."
"Yes... and I'm glad you're my friend, Robin." she said rubbing her eyes.
"Heh, and I'm glad you're fine now. Wouldn't exactly count as a win if I were to crush you in battle given the sorry state you were in." he said smugly.
Lucina punched his chest lightly, other arm still around his waist. "...And I thought you were finally being sweet."
"No, no, this all for my personal gain." he smirked.
Lucina laughed.
Seeing as she had come to her senses, Robin let go of her. "Well, we best be getting back. I wouldn't want to miss the touching reunion. Oh, and Lucina, apologize to Chrom." Robin said, seriously.
Lucina looked to the side in shame. '...How could I have said that to father."
Robin rubbed the top of her head. "Don't worry, he'll be fine."
"...Why are you rubbing my head?" she asked with slight annoyance.
"Baby Lucina likes it when you rub her there." he said with a grin.
Lucina turned red. "L-let's just go meet up with them." she said as she walked back to camp.
Robin laughed.
A/N: And I'll end it right here for now. Kind of a weird shift from serious, to humor , and back into serious huh?
Robin's finally gettin' gud.
Owain, Severa and Kjelle finally appear! (well technically, for the last two).
And a big EFF YOU to the whole multiple worlds theory! I mean as much as I love it, it's really a pain in the butt to set into action, but I really wanted to get that issue out of the way. Now the kids can make with all the 'Mommy' and 'Daddy' guilt free, since their world's doomed anyways...
-_- I kiddddd. It's tragic but there's no other way to go about it. It was hard finding a way to introduce the children without just having all the Shepherds marrying each other instantly like in the game. I figured that as time travelers, one of their major worries was to make sure that they were born in the first place. It's solved with the multiple worlds theory (or hypothesis?), but leads to the problem that the children would realize the world they came from was unchangeable. I didn't want Lucina to just ignore the fact that her 'future' was doomed, thus leading to the very hard time I had trying to put together a resolution for the problem. Robins consolation to her, while complicated and emotional in this chapter, can be much more bluntly and insensitively put as:
Lucina - Wut bout mah world!?
Robin - Forget about them, what about us?
Lucina - Fsho
But of course everything can sound like that if you deconstruct it enough.
It led to a big diversion from what this chapter was supposed to be, but that issues cleared and you got a pretty big Lucina/Robin moment out of it. They were gettin' a bit touchy this time too :P But don't get ahead of yourselves, they ain't confessing anything just yet. I've only just managed to slipped in the the title aside from the intro segment (oh yeah!) so the story's just begun.
I hope you read this whole A/N babbling as it's a way I believe I can explain (*cough* justify * cough*) my insecurities, or make it seem like I know what I'm talking about...
Thank you for reading this! And thank you for the nearly 11k views! :D
See ya next time!