Part 126: Robin A

Hey there, Freddy Bear! I've got some new cured meat for you to try...

I'll thank you not to refer to me by that ridiculous name. ...And I'm not so gullible as to fall for you bear-jerky trick twice.

Oh? I thought you were serious about getting over this, Frederick. Look, I'm not a monster. I prepared a whole series of meats in order of gaminess. We can take it slow.

...Well, I suppose I did ask for this.

All right then. We'll start with chicken, then pork, then beef.

*Munch munch* ...Hmm. Excellent so far.

Next is mutton. It starts to get a little tricky here.

*Munch munch* ...This is...manageable.

You're doing great! Okay, this one's venison.

*Munch munch*

...By which I mean bear.

PFFFFFFFT! Augh! By the gods! I'm d-dying! Dying! Ah... It's s-so dark... T-tell Chrom that...

Oh, stop exaggerating! Otherwise you might as well die here—you won't last long on the battle...field? Whoa. I just had intense deja vu.

I said the same to you, once upon a training session. And I was right. If I succumb to this, I can't well protect everyone on the front lines...

My body is ready, Robin! The next sample, if you please!

You talked yourself back into it? Impressive. And perhaps a little disturbing... Ah, well. Whatever works.

Let's finish this! Frederick! Open wide!