How and why... I asked myself those same questions near daily, once.

[ Keeping her eyes on the interior of the ring, as before, but no longer directed at any singular individual. At a safe spot in the ground, rather - a place to bury her words once she's said them. ]

I try to think about everyone, every day. All our dead, all those innocent lives. It gets harder to remember the names I had learned, of magistrates from the villages, or clerics who blessed me. I should think of them. I -

[ crumbled, a thoroughly unworthy descendant of the Hero-King -

- fled for safety backwards through time -

- failed them and didn't have the courage to die with them -

But that's wrong, isn't it? Lucina has never thought that her small wish of happiness is so selfish. She's done everything she could. Now, she's here. Daring to be content isn't dishonouring anyone. Refusing to let despair cling to her heels may be her one singular act of rebellion against her fraught childhood.

Her voice changes somewhat as she finishes her sentence. ]

I'm not so far removed to be comfortable, but sometimes I am focusing on something menial, or speaking to someone here, and I forget that my life didn't begin here. Like everything else was merely a nightmare, slipping away in the daylight. The sense of guilt that follows is... uncomfortable.