[ part of robin wonders why it is that he bothers saying all this. why he didn't simply walk away, and leave jing yuan to his own means and questions as soon as the memory ended. the memory alone doesn't reveal anything too excessive about the sentiment he does not display, the feelings he doesn't possess, after all.

(it's been a while since he's seen chrom like that, hasn't it?)

in the end, it is the transient and impermanent nature of all things that has him allowing the words free from their cage. it matters not. these moments matter not. their time in this world will come to an end eventually, so whatever he says now will have no meaningful, lingering weight once they've all been returned to whence they came. ]

Quite. It might not have been entirely apparent, in that particular memory... but he suffered lasting injuries from the same attack that killed his sister. I stuck close to him because he had a terrible habit of pushing himself recklessly.

[ amongst other recklessnesses he might have possessed. ]

Still, I suppose they aren't what killed him in the end.

[ ... recklessnesses like an insistent, adamant kindness, despite all arguments made to convince him otherwise;

recklessnesses like putting his trust in the wrong person. ]