Phew! Got it done. Feels good to get this one under my belt. Hope you like it!

C

Gerome: This looks like a good place to put up my tent. It's just far enough from everyone else. What do you think, Minerva?

(Minerva roars)

Gerome: No, I would not want to be closer to the others. We shouldn't even be here in the first place.

(Minerva roars)

Gerome: Eh? What's got you so excited?

Robin: Hello, Gerome.

Gerome: Robin? What are you doing here?

Robin: I came to see how you two were settling in and-ah! Why's Minerva rubbing her head against me?

Gerome: She's happy to see you obviously. She seems to have mistaken you for the Robin of our time.

Robin: Heh, I didn't think Minerva would ever be happy to see me. Your mother's still tries to eat me on occasion.

Gerome: Amusing. Now do you have anything else you need to say or not?

Robin: There's no need to be so forward is there? Can't we just talk for a moment?

Gerome: No. I have no intention of forming any bonds while I'm here. It'd be a waste of time.

Robin: I don't think so. Forming bonds makes us more effective as a group.

Gerome: I don't want to be a part of your group. I had every desire to set Minerva free and then live the rest of my life in seclusion. However, fate seemed to have other plans.

Robin: Fate doesn't determine anything for us, Gerome. You're here because deep down I think you still believe in our cause.

Gerome: You presume too much, Robin. Don't pretend you know anything about me. Now leave before I lose my patience.

Robin: Alright, there's no need for threats. You know where to find me if you want to talk.

Gerome: Don't hold your breath.

B

Gerome: Easy, Minerva. The salve will sting but it will keep the wound from getting infected.

(Minerva roars)

Gerome: I know it hurts. I'm sorry. Just let me bandage it and then you can rest.

Robin: Is she alright?

Gerome: What are you doing here?

Robin: I came to see if Minerva was hurt too badly.

Gerome: She'll recover. I want her to stay out of battle for a while though.

Robin: Of course. Anything to help. Does she need anything else?

Gerome: For you to keep your distance.

(Minerva roars)

Gerome: No! This is his fault! His carelessness has hurt you and countless others.

Robin: What are you talking about?

Gerome: Many of the Shepherds disappeared on a mission that was to help you. Chrom and my mother were included. If the Shepherds had survived, we may have had a chance against Grima. I and many others wouldn't have had to grow up without our parents.

Robin: Gerome, I-

Gerome: Spare me your excuses. They won't fix anything. Nothing anyone does will. Just go away.

Robin: . . .

(Robin leaves)

(Minerva roars)

Gerome: Not now, Minerva. I'm not in the mood.

A

Gerome: Robin, could I speak to you for a moment?

Robin: Why? Did I get someone else hurt?

Gerome: No. Actually, it's about our earlier conversation about that. Minerva says I was too hard on you.

Robin: You don't sound like you believe that.

Gerome: I don't know what I believe about it. As a child I used to worship the ground you walked on. You were my hero. Everyone used to tell me how lucky I was to have you as my father.

Robin: Were we close?

Gerome: I like to think we were. But after Chrom died, everyone started to point fingers. Many of them were at you. Over time I grew to resent you and everything you tried to teach me.

Robin: I guess that explains all the fate talk.

Gerome: I don't believe it. Not completely at any rate. That's why I'm still here. You were right. A small part of me still believe in this cause. Still believes in you.

Robin: Thank you, Gerome. That means a lot coming from you. And I'm proud of you for coming this far. It takes a man of real character to endure what you have.

Gerome: . . .

Robin: Gerome? Are you alright?

Gerome: *sniff* Hmph. Yes, I'm alright. Thank you . . . Father.

Robin: Heh. You're welcome, Son.

I've got other stories in the works now. I'll probably take it at a slower pace though. Thanks to everyone for reading and giving their suggestions and encouragements! I hope you enjoyed.