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Robin walked towards the Shepherds quarters, preparing herself for the next set of questions that would no doubt consume most of her time for years to come. "Is it really you?" "What's going to happen now?" "I can't trust you!"

She sighed. Robin could not shake away the worry that many of the shepherds would have a similar reaction to Lucina, fearing her for her now inseparable connection to Grima's name. Still, they were her comrades and friends, and disserved to know what she now was. And really, she placed far to little faith in them. They could just as easily be accepting.

The people of Ylisse however would be a different matter entirely. If her new status got out to the halidom, then it would undoubtedly take years, perhaps decades, for the general population to come to terms with her. Robin hoped that none of her friends decided to open that can of worms. Such a claim could also insight the entirety of Plegia into another religious war that she would have to stop. Even if it would be a simple as telling them to stop, that was trouble that didn't need to happen.

Still, Robin had a very long time to try and resolve any and all issues her friends had with her. Lucina was already first on that list, but contacting her could be quite difficult. Her daughter's impending disappearance had weighed heavily on Robin's mind, but she could not bring herself to stop the girl. Robin could see quite a bit of herself before she had consumed Grima in Lucina.

Robin had changed enormously over the past month. With Grima's power, so to had her long lost memories reappeared, filling in the blanks of her past. She remembered her childhood. She remembered Plegia. She remembered her mother, who spirited her away from a adolescence inside the Grimleal, to be raised as a willing sacrifice to Grima, and she had remembered her father, Validar.

Robin had not lied to Lucina, her memories of her family before she and her mother escaped were happy, sweet things. Validar always acted like any father and husband should have, and doted on her every moment he could. It had been a jarring shift from her encounters with him later. But in the end, a long forgotten pull to the land of Robin's birth and a sense of responsibility to those who now prayed to her had led Robin to accepting her heritage, something she would never forget again.

Lucina was angry and frustrated, far angrier then Robin had ever been. For now, it would simply be best to let her wayward daughter cool her head, and try to make up with her.

Away from that painful topic, Robin supposed she would have to speak with Naga sooner or later. It would be useful for the two to properly discuss their relationship as two dragon-gods no longer in hostility with each other. The lineage of Grima and her champion was now one, and what that meant for the future generations was a curious puzzle to solve. Perhaps the religious tensions between the two countries would fade away with the new union of bloodlines, or perhaps be the point to incite more.

It seemed that Robin and Chrom's marriage would be one that would forever change the world, the political ramifications of her newfound godhood and lost past would undoubtedly bind Plegia and Ylisse together one way or another. Now that she thought about it, Robin's almost joking suggestion that Lucina take Plegia's throne seemed like a far more complicated process then she first thought.

And Robin was going to live through it all. The inevitability of everything seemed far more pronounced now that she was going to live forever. Lucina would grow up, and when Chrom grew older, their daughter would take the throne. Chrom would age. And then he would die, one way or another. And then Lucina would too, as would her children, and theirs, forever. Her friends would all suffer the same fate, save for Tiki, Nowi, and Nah. And even then, they and their kin could perish in battle, something not even Naga could do to Robin now.

Robin supposed this was what being Naga was like. Still, Robin now had power beyond reconing. If that power could prevent her friends and families cruel fates, then she would not rest until they received everlasting happiness.

But what of the children who would be born generations from now? Naga certainly did not put much visible interest in protecting those of exalted blood from the ravages of time or war.

Just another thing to speak about, Robin supposed. She was getting ahead of herself, all this thought of what she was going to generations from now, Lucina's death, Chrom aging- all that would be years from now, and time still moved at the same pace it always had. Robin still had time to figure this all out what she was going to do about all this later. Right now, she had to reintroduce herself to her friends and sort that mess out.

"It will be just like when I first awoke," Robin muttered to herself. "Plenty of people to meet, plenty of problems to create, and plenty more to solve." With those words, Robin stepped forward towards the future.

And…that's the end. It feels as if to continue this story would just be a pain for everyone, as I find myself out of ideas for new interactions between Robin and everyone else, and I wouldn't want this to become a story on constant repeat (the feeling started at the end of chapter two, I think). I would like to thank you all for reading this story, as well as the reviewers who helped me fix some of the more jarring mistakes (I have no doubt there are hundreds more waiting in the wings).

Thank you all for reading, and I hope we meet many times more.