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[formulator]

Look, I can appreciate that you wanted to restart my story in order to... view different scenarios. I could go on abut how creepy it is to to go through all this trouble just to have me marry someone, but I'll hold myself back. [ Robin, that's not holding yourself back at all... ]

But if you're really concerned about moving along, maybe you should stop fighting all of these pointless battles just to ensure Morgan can join us with this "Galeforce" skill. It would offer a tactical advantage, to be sure, but it's nothing we can't work around.

Really, you can stop now. Please.

Yours sincerely,
Robin


P.S.
Seriously, just move on. How much longer do you think they're going to stay Emmeryn's execution?

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[panne]

These man-spawn attempting to control us focus too much on petty details.

[formulator]

I wouldn't call it a petty detail, but it's certainly a bad time to be worried about it. I already know Emmeryn's fate, but it would definitely make us look the fools to not even show up, too busy fighting these... random battles.

[ Sorry, Robin, game time doesn't work like that... ]

[panne]

The Exalt's fate is tragic, however, things will not progress without us there. That much is certain.

[formulator]

We've got a definite timetable we need to keep.

[panne]

And yet here we are.

[formulator]

I'm trying to fix it. [ ...Is it working? ]

[yay_danger]

[...hexing Chrom is probably out of the question.




Or is it?]

[formulator]

[ ....Is anything out of the question for Tharja? Really? ]

Hello, Tharja. [ Not even surprised to see her. ]

[yay_danger]

[that depends on how much Robin likes Chrom, unfortunately.]

Hello, Robin. [hee]

Keeping me waiting, I see. [who cares about Libra?]

[formulator]

It's not by choice, I promise.

[yay_danger]

The anticipation is pleasant. [if Robin is involved.

An eyeroll though.] Though I recall being bored out of my mind.

[side effect of not liking Gangrel, most likely. And probably also thanks to being surrounded by nameless NPCs.]

[formulator]

I can't imagine their army being all too pleasant, to be honest.