@forseeingprincess || {Semi-Plotted}
“…Lucina, do you have a moment?”
To say that the task at hand cuts Inigo deeply would be naught but an understatement. To stand before someone he has long considered to be quite dear, struggling to find the right words to say—how to approach a subject so sensitive for himself, but perhaps not for her--, but partially wanting nothing more than to stay silent about it all. He understood their goal, of what travelling back to this time would ultimately accomplish should they be successful, but never did the young man expect to be faced with a situation like this—never did Inigo know that the princess was planning on murdering his own father. He knows of the cursed blood in his veins—one that is far more potent in Robin’s, and the consequences of such a thing--, and he knows that simply killing the one responsible for Grima’s awakening would solve all of their problems, and perhaps that is what wounds him the most. Sacrificing his own well-being for the sake of others had been easy; the idea of sacrificing his own father, however, is a completely different story.
Pale hands clench themselves together—not out of anger, but instead as a means to curb the growing sense of dread that dares to pool in the pit of the hero’s stomach--, and as each moment passes, the boy can feel his throat only tighten further, making each word hard to form without it adding to such a choking sensation. He cares about Robin, yes—after all, the man raised him from infancy, and holds such a special place in Inigo’s heart--, but to say that he does not regard the girl in a manner similar to that would be nothing more than a lie. She is, to him, like family—someone he would lay down his life for; a close friend--, and to confront Lucina over her attempt on his father’s life causes him nothing but the purest sort of pain.
“It’s about my father—about Robin. Rather.... what you tried to do,”
A shallow breath escapes from his lips, shaky but overflowing with unspoken emotion as he attempts to keep a level-head. It would do no good to shout, and to be frank the hero would rather not do such a thing—his aim is not to hurt Lucina, after all. Her reasoning is all he wants; he wishes to hear a reason good enough for his mind, at the very least, to forgive her actions, but not forget them.
“...I trust you know where I’m going with this.”
