younger ... yes. not the most obviously so, as the current robin doesn't look his true age, maybe seems a few years older at most, but... ]
... I know how this all goes. [ says robin, his expression carefully blank. ] Watch, if you must. I'll attempt to maintain watch on our surroundings despite the illusion.
[ the difference is perhaps made more starkly apparent when the two of them speak shortly after one another. there's a distinct sense of sincerity to the younger, a sense of earnest feeling not yet worn away into the jaded detachment so often found in the older. he wears his stress freely. he wears his frustration clearly. he blanks his expression well but not nearly as well as his older counterpart, forcing on himself a calm he doesn't remotely feel in order to answer the question asked him.
and day knows that, because there's feeling, now, leaching through the walls. these are someone's private chambers, and they carry with them a lack of the warmth or comfort one would expect from such a space. instead there's the sense of a place that should be safe but isn't anymore; the uncertainty of not knowing where to go from here. he cannot be calm when his thoughts are racing, rushing through possibility after possibility.
it's the sensation of he should have done better, should have been able to plan for this eventuality somehow. what is he good for if not his ability to do just that? a whirlwind of thoughts on the multitude of ways things might progress from here, the fallout sure to come, but nothing to change what's already been done.
"... right." fingers curl, gripping at the sheets before releasing them. "they came through a fault in the castle wall, behind the maple grove. their targets were— well. i'm sure you can guess.
"you were gravely wounded in their initial attack, which is why you shouldn't be sitting up—" says robin, reaching out a hand to forestall chrom's response. "it was all i could do to force back the ones who ambushed you and keep you from bleeding out until reinforcements arrived and the healers found us. ultimately, we drove them to retreat, but not in time to prevent them taking the emblem."
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younger ... yes. not the most obviously so, as the current robin doesn't look his true age, maybe seems a few years older at most, but... ]
... I know how this all goes. [ says robin, his expression carefully blank. ] Watch, if you must. I'll attempt to maintain watch on our surroundings despite the illusion.
[ the difference is perhaps made more starkly apparent when the two of them speak shortly after one another. there's a distinct sense of sincerity to the younger, a sense of earnest feeling not yet worn away into the jaded detachment so often found in the older. he wears his stress freely. he wears his frustration clearly. he blanks his expression well but not nearly as well as his older counterpart, forcing on himself a calm he doesn't remotely feel in order to answer the question asked him.
and day knows that, because there's feeling, now, leaching through the walls. these are someone's private chambers, and they carry with them a lack of the warmth or comfort one would expect from such a space. instead there's the sense of a place that should be safe but isn't anymore; the uncertainty of not knowing where to go from here. he cannot be calm when his thoughts are racing, rushing through possibility after possibility.
it's the sensation of he should have done better, should have been able to plan for this eventuality somehow. what is he good for if not his ability to do just that? a whirlwind of thoughts on the multitude of ways things might progress from here, the fallout sure to come, but nothing to change what's already been done.
"... right." fingers curl, gripping at the sheets before releasing them. "they came through a fault in the castle wall, behind the maple grove. their targets were— well. i'm sure you can guess.
"you were gravely wounded in their initial attack, which is why you shouldn't be sitting up—" says robin, reaching out a hand to forestall chrom's response. "it was all i could do to force back the ones who ambushed you and keep you from bleeding out until reinforcements arrived and the healers found us. ultimately, we drove them to retreat, but not in time to prevent them taking the emblem."
"... and emm?"
gods, he's going to have to say it, isn't he?
"... i'm ... i'm so sorry, chrom." ]