Part 872: Robin B

H-hi, Robin. Do you mind if I stand close to you again?

No. I suppose not. But are you ever going to tell me what this whole mom thing is about?

It's just that you're so strong and kind and charismatic. You're a true leader borh on and off the battlefield. You have this kindlt maternal aura that cocoons everyone who comes near. But you also have a calm, commanding presence that makes people feel safe. You're like a mother to this whole entire army, Robin!

Gracious! I don't think I've ever been paid such an extravagant compliment.

But Noire, I'm still so young. I don't think I'm half the person you think I am.

You say you're young, but how can you know for sure? You have no memories at all, right? So who knows when you were born?

Huh. Well, I suppose I could be an old crone and just not know it.

At least I'm aging well.

Besides, it doesn't matter if you're old! ...At least not to me. I still think you're a perfect mother.

Noire, what happened to Tharja in the future?

She died. Just like all the other mothers. Every last one of them.

Gods have mercy...

A lot of fathers died first because they were on the front lines. Then the Risen started picking off the rest of us one by one.

...I see. That explains why you're seeking a new mother.

Yeah, I guess. Anyway, thanks for listening to me, Robin. I'd... better go now. (leaves)

Oh, Noire...