[ Ah, there it is — there is something like a sense of understanding when Robin's tone sinks into such obvious and clear disdain about this man. Especially the more he hears of such putrid men. ]

...Humanity's savior, hm?

[ A man like that, who is so conceited to spill blood even long after the goblet has overfilled with innocents who died at his hands. A man who begrudges the gods and is made blind for all the horrors he commits in his crusade. And he dares believe him humanity's savior? Who did this man save? His own condemnation burns in his throat, and in the place of the man, he sees something else instead — those who would dare call themselves saviors. Disciples of the Sanctus Medicus — Abominations of Yaoshi. Scum that slither out from the shadows and think themselves glorious for it.

He thinks, above all, he dislikes those who parade themselves as saviors and kill and distort their fellow men.

(It's all the same...isn't it?)

The man continues to speak with arrogance still — declaring his previous words with the air of the one who is just and subsequently undermining them as he looks at his fellow man like he is ant beneath his shoe. Such it is that for a moment it causes his gaze to tear from the sight, and fall upon Robin — the sorrow and distant gaze surprising him a bit. But he follows it to his King, his own gaze softening in contemplation.

And then it ends. ]

This is where it ends, so perhaps so.

How unfortunate those people believed his drivel to be taken as sacred to throw their lives away.

[ A sigh. Quite a pity. ]

...Chrom is the one who fought valiantly against him, yes? The one you supported. I would be correct in assuming he is quite a noble man, is he not? He seems strong, not just in his combat capabilities, but his beliefs — of what is right, what is wrong.