►\\\ Shulk was greatly alarmed by the letter, especially in regards to the handwriting. He recognized it immediately - it was his own. Morgan’s prophecy was coming true, wasn’t it? After all, Shulk knew he hadn't kidnapped his own daughter; for one, he was dead and didn't even have the ability to hold her even if he wanted to at this moment in time.
And then, to make matters worse, both Shulk and Robin were still reeling from a terrible encounter last night. The drug that Robin had been slipped was powerful enough that it completely incapacitated Shulk and rendered him unable to assist in any way. All he could do was watch everything unfold in silent horror. It was the most helpless he had ever felt in his life.
Robin had returned to his room following that horrible event in hopes that he could just cry his eyes out by himself, with Shulk being there in his head not only for support, but needing support himself. Instead, the two of them were being forced away from their room to entertain the request of a madman.
"...Robin..." Shulk sensed the tactician's anger and embraced him from within, trying to provide some semblance of comfort during this trying time. "You're well aware that's my handwriting, right? I can't believe he's actually back... And of course, I still hate him for everything. This is the last thing we needed right now. But still... Don't let your hatred get the best of you. Remember that my Monado is affected by strong emotions." After that, there was a brief moment of pause before he continued with a completely different tone of voice.
"...At the same time, we're going to make that bastard wish he had never been reborn, aren't we? Let's make him pay for interrupting our recovery time and for taking our beautiful daughter. Our daughter. Not his."
