She shifts under the child’s scrutiny; he looked at her like an enemy, and, granted, he had very good reason to. Robin was the evil queen, standing between the boy and his beloved sister, who he assumed to be much like him and captured by her guards. Some storybook tale like what a mother would read to their child before they went to sleep. ( she supposed every story needed a plot twist. ) A smile softens on her lips, and she continues;
❝ That makes you Kato, if your sister is Kana, then. I’m well acquainted with her, and I know your mother as well. And your grandfather, as luck would have it. ❞
It was obvious, but she works the issue out in her head, and thus repeats it aloud; this idea of children being here when she’d yet to talk to Lucina about all this still had her brain addled. Time bending to a point of ridiculousness seemed to do that to her.
❝ My name is Robin, though it’d be polite of you to call me abuela. You and Kana are my grandchildren, as Lucina is my daughter. ❞
Still her guards will keep him. Holding him hostage by his arms oh but his mouth. Nothing could contain that. The anger it produced, shouted across the room as if they existed for no other reason than to be heard by her. Harsh though they are, they’ve softened ever so slightly from his previous ire.
“I didn’t ask who you were, Abuela!”
The foreign word tumbles awkwardly off his tongue. Sure his mother had taken the time to teach the tongue to him, but their lessons were brief. But she simply insisted. Saying the words had been passed down for generations. Perhaps he was getting rusty, or perhaps he had never cared to learn the words in the first place.
“My sister! You said you knew her, but you haven’t shown me her! Where is she? We have to go home. Mama is waiting for us, we were never meant to be here.”
Quietly his words will begin to fade. Falling from a shout into mere whispers. It wouldn’t be too long until Lucina sent for them. He had come to help his sister but it seemed he’d only went and gotten himself in trouble, too. He didn’t want to stay here. Not with her. Mama spoke too nicely of her. He knew he would love her should he give himself the chance. But for what? Just to leave her again?
“Please give me her. I don’t want to stay here.
