[ While she wants nothing more than to wipe the tears from her mother's eyes, she can't help but appreciate the shift in their mood. She nods silently, tries not to think too hard about the fact that her mother is holding her hand as if she was a child again. It's nice, if not a little embarrassing, but she tries to relish in it for what it is — normal.
From there, it's a matter of listening to a story Lucina finds that she has a hard time digesting. From the duration of her stay with Alastair to this man named Achilles... the future that she saw, which resembles the future she hails from. She stays silent, unsure of what to say, until it's clear that the story is done.
It dawns on her at that moment that Lucina holds the answers Olivia seeks. She also realizes that Olivia is unaware of the kind of past Lucina is from, but also of Gaius' existence here. Perhaps... if she can play her cards right... ] ... Unfortunately, father has not told me how you fall in love. [ She begins, the quirk of her lips a little sad that she can't share that piece of information with her mother. ]
I hail from a time where Grima has been defeated, and will not be a danger to Ylisse... or to the rest of the world. [ The minor details are carefully omitted; like the fact that the future Olivia saw is still a future — her future, specifically. The last thing her mother needs is to worry. ] Inigo is well, and has grown up to be a fine young man — he's no longer hindered by his shyness.
And... father is well. [ Already, this is a difficult topic. Lucina pauses, unsure where to continue. A part of her can't help but feel resentful of this man Olivia loves, yet wants nothing but happiness for her. Yet... this is vital information. ] As are you, mother. In fact — what I don't understand is...
If you had been here for months, nearly a year — how is it possible that you were also with us?
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From there, it's a matter of listening to a story Lucina finds that she has a hard time digesting. From the duration of her stay with Alastair to this man named Achilles... the future that she saw, which resembles the future she hails from. She stays silent, unsure of what to say, until it's clear that the story is done.
It dawns on her at that moment that Lucina holds the answers Olivia seeks. She also realizes that Olivia is unaware of the kind of past Lucina is from, but also of Gaius' existence here. Perhaps... if she can play her cards right... ] ... Unfortunately, father has not told me how you fall in love. [ She begins, the quirk of her lips a little sad that she can't share that piece of information with her mother. ]
I hail from a time where Grima has been defeated, and will not be a danger to Ylisse... or to the rest of the world. [ The minor details are carefully omitted; like the fact that the future Olivia saw is still a future — her future, specifically. The last thing her mother needs is to worry. ] Inigo is well, and has grown up to be a fine young man — he's no longer hindered by his shyness.
And... father is well. [ Already, this is a difficult topic. Lucina pauses, unsure where to continue. A part of her can't help but feel resentful of this man Olivia loves, yet wants nothing but happiness for her. Yet... this is vital information. ] As are you, mother. In fact — what I don't understand is...
If you had been here for months, nearly a year — how is it possible that you were also with us?