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“This’ll be it. Our final battle.” Chrom gazed up at the gaping hole swallowing the sky over the Somniel, with his braclet-wielder Veyle at his side; her violet eyes held a painfully familiar mix of of sorrow and determination. “Will you be alright?” he asked. “This is your father we’ll be fighting.”
Veyle collected herself in a breath. “I think so. Now that I’ve finally reunited with my long-lost sibling, and after making so many friends from both our worlds, I’m ready to break that tie with Papa.”
Despite everything Sombron did to her, she still called him ‘Papa’. It stung. She was still such a young girl to be enduring this much hardship, and Chrom couldn’t help but feel an urge to gather her under his wing. “You have many people in your life who love you, even if he chooses not to. And… I’m so sorry that he’s making that choice.”
“It’s okay. After hearing what happened to all of us other siblings, I know it’s for the best.”
Chrom spent the next few seconds searching for any words that could bring even a modicum of comfort to her. But what words could possibly suffice for someone whose father partook in rampant filicide? For all his own father’s valid criticisms, even he wasn’t that kind of monster.
Fortunately, Veyle relieved him of having to try. “Emblem Lucina is your daughter, right?” she suddenly asked.
“Yes.”
“She’s very lucky.” That sweet, demure smile spread across her face. “She says a lot of good things about you.”
“Y-yes, she does tend to put me on a pedestal.” Chrom rubbed the back of his head and tried not to let that part of his ego swell too much. “Though she is technically still an orphan from a ravaged future, so I’m not sure I’d want to call her ‘lucky’…”
“Still, you guys have each other now, and that’s wonderful.” Veyle covered her heart with her hands, wistfully gazing into nothing in particular. “I’ll admit, I’m a little jealous.”
Jealous…? Chrom paused to let a certain idea dawn on him. It was a long shot, but… but he had to do something. “Veyle? Could you give me a moment? I, uh, remembered something I need to talk to Robin about.”
“Sure.”
With that, Chrom retreated to inside the bracelet.
Chrom poked his head through the little room he and his other half have been calling home for the past millenium or so, finding Robin seated at their mahogany desk, sipping a cup of tea under the afternoon sun, and combing through one of the many hundreds of books pulled from the shelves surrounding their double bed, its sheets still wrinkled from their recent nap. “Robin?”
“Hm? Oh, Chrom,” he responded with his ears perked. “Er, it’s not time to head out now, is it?”
“Not quite. Everyone’s still getting prepared, but I just wanted to ask you something real quick.”
“Of course. What is it?” He reached for his tea again, taking a large gulp as he listened.
“Well, I was wondering if you’d like to have another daughter.”
Robin doubled over, sending a splash of tea onto his shirt and lap and nearly spitting his entire mouthful into his fist. He managed to swallow it and clear his throat, clutching his chest as he managed to sputter:
“Whuh… what?”