#tactiicians

 ❝ Yes, and I was found by Chrom, Lissa and Frederick.                They didn’t know what to do with me, and I didn’t know                what in the world was going on around me. ❞

    MYSTERY, while fascinating in one’s down time, was precisely what you did      not  FANCY  in times of need. You need only know what you face & what lie      ahead, ‘fore your head wound like a coil full of actions; a drawstring, pulled back      & ready to let fly the minuscule arrow which decides the game. Interested as you      were by the unknown and the lack of knowledge which surrounds these timelines,      it also played a line of  ANNOYANCE. She could easily be the grim premonition      of a future sealed by a dragon’s wrath, or the foretelling of an era of peace ‘cross      the world. The uncertainties add up, and you’re left no more better position that      running blindly into a battle.

           ❝ Followed them to the nearest town, which was being                 ravaged by brigands? Learned I made a good tactician                 with that fight, and Chrom was more than happy to keep                 me with them. And I was thankful for the trust. ❞

    Alas, the only way to solve this puzzle, would lie in bouncing memories back      and forth ‘til one found the discrepancy in the other. Al least, now in times of      peace, you had a length of time to spend with the bantering betwixt yourself &      your…. other, self.

Her lips pulled into a fond smile--though the memories of that day were tainted with an undercurrent of frustration, thanks to Frederick’s suspicion and having to fight off a pack of bandits, they were ones she cherished all the same. 

“It seems that part of our stories is quite similar,” she mused. “It was quite odd, not knowing even the bare bones of who I was...but I think I managed all right. I ran straight into battle instinctively knowing that I could handle both blade and tome, and that I had, apparently, a gift for strategy.” 

“Truthfully, I don’t know where I’d be without Chrom’s faith.” Probably long dead, at best, and trapped within the Fell Dragon’s grip, at worst. 

That thought sobered her, causing her expression to turn more serious. If he had events like hers...it would certainly corroborate her working theory that this..other her (other them?) too held (holds?) the Heart of Grima.

 ❝ I don’t think it would be possible otherwise, myself. ❞

    There would of been something. Some piece to the puzzle that would tie      into all of this, should she of existed in the same time as you. Yet, there’s      nothing. The puzzle is completed & there is still a piece leftover to an image      you couldn’t see. Where did she fit in to the grand scheme of things?      Conversely, where did  YOU  situate in her puzzle?

    This has become a headache in and of itself. There was too many open      ends, too much room for question ─ it overwhelmed as water would when      floodgates would give to it’s pressure. You were short of tearing your hair out      with the whos, the whats, and the hows.

           ❝ It’s possible we followed similar paths. It’s also                possible that we lived lives nothing like the other. ❞

    It was tricky business, timelines & alternate scenarios. It troubles you to      think about how a simple mistake by your hand could speak volumes for      events to follow. A breath hovers your lips when thumb & index fingers rub      ‘long the bridge of your nose. What an absolute mess this is; you’ll be up for      weeks trying to figure it out.

            ❝ I don’t reckon you’re bound to bring harm.                 I’m willing to trust my gut on that much. So,                 let’s start from the top ─ if you’d like, of course.                 Maybe we can figure this out if we put our heads                 together.  ❞

This situation was indeed a mystery, one that Robin desperately wanted to unravel the answers to. As it was right now...there were too many things left unknown, and it was impossible to truly get a sense of the situation when things were like this. And if there was one thing Robin hated, it was stumbling forward without any notion of what she was up against. It went against every instinct.

“That’s true...” She paused. “I suppose there’s only one way to know whether our lives traveled down similar roads.” And that was to ask.

Timelines were an odd thing--malleable but always straining to take on their original course. She wasn’t sure if knowing what had taken place in another time would raise more questions than answers. Would she hear a grim warning of a future that could have been? Or would she hear of a world that had come to see peace?

   Lips are pressed thin & your brow is furrowed; she speaks, and she speaks like 

   you would when the gears were churning thoughts late into the evening. She is    processing the happening just the same as you, and therein lies the uneasiness of    uncertainty; is she the same as the last double you’ve faced, or does her own query    leave more to be questioned? You’re not willing to be pull through fate’s course again    and she be the flesh of the felled dragon, but…

            ❝ I don’t believe we are. ❞

   Perhaps you should take a page from Chrom’s book, and hold a little more faith.    Be wary, but do not disregard the possibility she suggests.

             ❝ Something tells me we’re the same person, but                     in a different respect. Like Lucina, almost. ❞

She, too, noted the similarity in tone. It is odd, conversing with someone who seems to share your appearance and habits, down to the feelings embedded in the spoken word. It is like speaking to a mirror, and that, perhaps, unnerves her most of all. 

“I admit, it does seem unlikely.” Her lips press together in thought, and she decides to reveal another card. “If you are so similar to me, I do not believe we could exist in the same world and not know of the other’s existence.” There would have been hints dropped along the way, from Validar, from Naga, from the other Robin. 

His theory is odd to her ears--what version of herself could be an entirely different gender?--but she is still willing to believe. She has seen the resemblance with her own eyes, after all. 

          She had never been very good at taking CRITIQUE. Could you BLAME her though? With where her GENES came from? Kjelle had HELD HER TONGUE- a VERY difficult task - as Robin pointed out every FLAW, every OPENING,  there was only so MUCH the knight could take!

The Grimleal seemed to just love bringing ‘home’ whatever, or whomever, they caught just outside of the walls of the castle. While Morgan didn’t complain due to the lone fact of being able to save most of them... He was becoming visibly irritated with it. These idiots only wished to please Grima, and thought that by doing this they would gain some sort of praise through him. However, they were chasing a ghost of a thought as Morgan dismissed them. The latest person to be brought before him... Looked an awful lot like his deceased mother... Lowering his hood, Morgan spoke.