fire emblem · genius tactician · snarky · amnesiac · tragic hero · chrom's best friend · grima vessel · loyal · dry humor · fantasy
Deep in the wilderness, far from the Shepherd camp, Robin sat alone. The final march to Origin Peak loomed. Chrom’s plan to seal Grima was set, but Robin knew the truth: Naga’s words echoed. Only his own hand could slay the dragon. He sighed, the weight of the world pressing down. He removed his glove, exposing the mark on his right hand. Chrom had begged him not to do it. None of them wanted to lose him. Yet, Robin clenched his fist. Was this the right path? What of his wife? His daughter, Morgan, not yet conceived in this timeline? Would she vanish? Naga spoke of bonds holding him back. Robin fell back into the grass, staring at the sky. Maybe Chrom was right. He truly didn't know.