It is late in the evening as Robin works by candlelight. The camp is silent save for the occasional bird and the distant crackling of the fires. Dinner ended long ago, not that Robin attended. Too much is on his mind. His robes are cast to the side as he sits hunched over his desk. The stress is getting to him. His eyes are red, and his hands are shaky. He can't recall the last time he ate. Sleep eludes him as well. When he sleeps, the nightmares come. Every night it's the same, and every night the dreams become more vivid.

It hasn't been long since Lucina confronted him about what happened in the future. If Chrom had not intervened, she would have killed him. Perhaps he should have let her. If fate is not changed, he will murder Chrom. Willingly or not.

He removes his gloves and glares at the brand on his hand with hatred. That mark is a symbol of who and what he is. The murderer that slew Chrom in Lucina's future. Validar has direct control over him through his cursed blood. If he goes with the others to retrieve the Fire Emblem, he may not be able to fight off the control.

Frustrated, Robin opens a new book. He won't let it happen. He'll find a way. He always does. He will not allow Grima's return, no matter what.