SEAN'S POV

"Morning, Lucy!" I said with a false cheeriness as I entered her tent. Lucina looked up from a huge leather-bound book she was holding in her lap. "Good morning, Sean." She said. That was bad. That was the voice regular I'm-locked-in-a-desperate-struggle Lucina used. The tsundere Lucy. The Old Lucy.

I sat down quietly across from her. "Did you, did you eat breakfast?" I asked, a once again false note of cheer in my voice. Yeesh, I was becoming a bit dampened too. She closed the book after carefully marking her page. She didn't look up as she said: "He lost, didn't he. Robin is dead and Walhart is coming for us as we speak, isn't he?" Well, so much for being careful.

I stared at the floor of the tent. "Yeah. I'm sorry, Lucy." She stared at the ground; her long hair falling down past her face, obscuring whatever emotion was splayed out on it. That is, until a tear fell onto the cover of the book in her lap.

"Do Morgan and Christian know?" she asked, still staring at the cover of the book, where a small puddle was forming. "Josh and Lissa are talking to them now." I said truthfully. Lucina nodded and stood up, wiping her face with her sleeve in the most unladylike way possible. "I'm going to see to them." She said, her voice breaking mid-sentence.

I nodded. What else could I do?

JOSHUA'S POV

I leaned to the side to avoid the fifth flying big book o' tactics. It hit the wall of the tent and fell to the ground pathetically. Oh, and Morgan was screaming. And crying. And cursing. All at once.

"Morgan. Calm. Down." I said with as much calm as I could muster. So, she did. Well, she stopped screaming and cursing. As well as standing. She fell to her knees, buried her head in her hands, and started sobbing into her hands. I sat down and awkwardly patted her on the back. "It'll be OK." I said, although I was completely unsure of that.

Morgan looked up at me, tears streaking her face. "Is that what you thought when your parents died, Joshua?" she said, with what I could've mistaken as malice. But, as per usual, she had a great point. I wasn't exactly levelheaded when my parents died. In fact I was just as curse-y/scream-y/cry-y. I shrugged. "I suppose you're right. But this is war. Sacrifices will need to be made.

Number of times Joshua successfully talked to a woman: Still 0

If anything, she started crying harder. Just then, my new lord and savior Lucina came into the tent, and knelt down by Morgan without giving me a passing glance although she practically stepped over me.

She gave Morgan a hug. "It's going to be alright, Morgan." She said soothingly, and for a second I believed it too.

But death still had its due.

LISSA'S POV

Christian seemed relatively ok with the fact his father was dead. "Um, Christian? You ok?" I asked, looking at him. He was sitting at his desk (made of a lightweight, collapsible wood that made it easy to carry in a pack) looking downcast. However, no tears were shed.

"Oh no, I'm actually quite devastated." He said in a slight monotone. "However I was born, for some reason, with the inability to cry, or moisten my eyes for that matter. It is quite annoying sometimes. Like the present where I wish to be weeping over my father's dead body. But we can't because Chrom finds it 'incredibly dangerous' to go retrieve."

He said this all so matter-of-factly that it was near impossible to believe he was devastated.

"Well, that's not it." I said, weighing Chrom's anger vs. my great-nephew's. He looked up. "Oh?" it was then I saw the real pain swimming in his eyes. Yeah, he was devastated. Of course, I was too. But Maribelle had beaten a poker face into me years ago. I had to stay strong. At least in public. It did rather seem like a long time ago that I was the foolish girl who listened to his nightmares and put a toad down his 'collar' as he put it.

In fact it was a great loss. A devastating one. He wasn't just our ally, he was our friend. No, he was practically family, and, and…

"Lissa, are you crying?" Christian asked, a note of concern in his voice. I was. In spite of all the precautions I took to avoid breaking down, I started bawling like the little kid I was forced to leave behind three years ago.

"I-It's going to be alright Lissa." Christian said slowly. I smiled through the tears staining my face. "It is a bit funny though. I come here to console you and just the opposite happens, huh." I said weakly. Christian sighed. "Yeah. It is, huh? I guess we both just have to pick ourselves back up before dinner. I'm sure it will be quite the high-spirited occasion." He said.

I stopped crying all at once.

"Christian!" I said, standing up. "Did you just use sarcasm?" Christian looked at me. "I guess I did."

Jack's Corner

Sorry, no wittiness. Im in a rush.