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[An extract from the memoirs of the tactician Robin.]
Even before we encountered Morgan, I was aware of her existence; or, at least, the fact that I had two daughters. Lucina had known Noire reasonably well through many years of struggle, but she could tell me almost nothing of my younger daughter, who had disappeared not long after the death of her mother and was presumed dead.
When we finally did encounter her, her amnesia and the presence of a large group of Risen bent on killing her raised a multitude of questions which to this day remain unanswered. I have always feared what the answers to those questions might reveal, based on some inexplicable instinct. If nothing else, I have learned to trust my instincts