[ Part of her nearly bristles at his comment because, well, what's so limiting about being a soldier? Even now, serving in Chrom's army is a point of pride for her. But Lucina knows that isn't quite what Kou means and manages to reshuffle her pride without letting it show on her face.

He sees through her little omission, gently prodding loose the details she might have otherwise kept close. Severa might have said something similar, although - although it would have carried the static of her friction with the world, words sharp, jostling, alive.

Lucina is quiet for a moment. It only serves to give herself away, the inordinate amount of time she spends trying to put her next words in the right order. ]

The truth is rather... atypical.

[ to put it! lightly! ]

Would you believe me if I told you that there are two versions of my home - one, ruined by a slip in circumstance - and while the other thrives, it is... it is not mine.

[ She really doesn't want to talk about time travel and tries to sidestep around it as best she can. There's no great reason, it's just a headache. ]