[The shadow doesn't say anything save nodding mutely, until it withdraws its hand. Now Lucina steps forward. She kneels to her height. Lets out a long sigh, before she reaches up to place a hand against the child's cheek.

It's what her mother did when she was scared.]

Lucina. [It's strange, talking to herself, but this is an embodiment of many things. And that's something she needs to tell her.]

We're not alone. We never have been. We might have lost, and we miss father, miss mother. But we made them a promise, didn't we? To change the world.

[She smiles sadly to her.]

But I suppose we never allowed ourselves to mourn. I had to be strong. For Inigo, for taking over the household, and when this opportunity to come here came up, we took it. But that feeling did not change.

It's okay. [She brushes some stray strands out of her face, as the shadow looks up at her intently, a mirror image.] You can cry now.