Robin sits away from the camp deep in thought. The final battle is at hand. The Shepherds make their way to Origin Peak across the continent to finally seal away Grima. Or that's Chrom's plan. Robin sighs. Naga said it's possible that Grima can be slain, but it must be by his own hand. Robin knows he can do it. He can rid the world of Grima for good, at a cost.

Robin removes his glove to gaze at the mark. Chrom had already demanded that he not go through with it, and Robin understands why. Chrom doesn't want to lose his friend. None of the Shepherds want to. Even so, Robin is conflicted. Slaying Grima permanently would be the right thing, wouldn't it? This could be the only chance. Robin clenches his fist.

How was he going to tell the others? Should he tell them? They would only try to stop him. He has a wife and daughter to think about as well. The Morgan of this world hasn't even been conceived yet. Would this erase her as well? Naga said that he may be able to hold on if his will and bonds to this world were strong, whatever that means.

Robin lets himself fall back into the grass.

Maybe Chrom is right. He doesn't know.