"Lucina! Did you see them too?"
Owain nearly breaks down his cousin's door with how abruptly he barges in. Arms come flying in a display of urgency, just dying to dump everything off his battle-laden chest.
"There was holy Sigurd and the usurping Leif! And the princess from Nohr!" Referring to the Emblems, naturally. Owain remembers well how cool they were to face, and the harsh beating that came along with them. He nearly spits on Lucina trying to get the words out of his mouth.
"But most important of all..." A pause so he can flash a display with his arms, striking the kind of pose that emulates a pair of important people, "Uncle Chrom! And the tactician, Robin!"
"They were all super cool, with their flaming moves of heroic justice and legendary weapons of yore! So I got to thinking..." always a bad day whenever that happens, "What if we could be in the next training gauntlet? We could even have our own moves, like Awakening of the Fifth Sin, or Fate-Changing Strike!"
He smirks and crosses his arms over his torso, having firmly believed that he'd come up with a great idea.
"And naturally, our Brands would power up our swords in battle."
Owain does not take Lucina by surprise anymore. Theirs has always been an open door policy, and as her own slams shut behind him, all she can do is sigh her relief upon seeing him well.
"...you saw Father?" She had not, in fact, seen any of the faces he names. Though miserably she does recall the cut of Lyn's blade, so perhaps it wasn't all that farfetched.
But her cousin, characteristically, seemed to have experienced that round of the simulation with a far brighter outlook. She ought to take a page out of his book, it's been too long since she has learned from a defeat rather than wallow in it.
"Fate-Changing Strike... I do like how that rolls off the tongue..."
A thoughtful tap of her finger against her chin and then Lucina nods finally, as though this decision had been one of the utmost importance.
"Yes, I think this is a phenomenal idea." Not that she knows how one goes about becoming a part of that nightmare, or that her experience inside of it makes her think it would be anything other than awful, but it does sound a little fun.
And, at the end of it all, she's just glad the taste of blood in her mouth had not been real. That, at the end of it all, the both of them have lived to have this conversation.
Princess smiles, because what else is there to do when pondering one's gratitude for something as simple and grand as life, and tilts her head to the side.
"Now for your move... how were you thinking it might go?"