Kiran froze as Lucina shouted for everyone to be quiet. He thought he heard something... thought he heard a LOT of things, actually. But one thing, two lone words stood out:<br/><br/>Time Shift.<br/><br/>From his own world, he knew how addicting Time Travel research could be. And how<b>dangerous</b>it could be. Only mad scientists would attempt such a thing, and only to regain a lost loved one, like a spouse or a child. Or a fiancé lost to Time itself. He couldn't believe what he was hearing, but... it seemed Lucina had found a way to travel through not only the Worlds, but through Time as well. Could it be...?<br/><br/>He then saw Lucina reach for, but miss, Robin, and when she looked at him, he knew exactly why: those beautiful sky blue eyes he loved so much... one of them was obscured by some Arcane symbol. And- Wait, What?! No... No way- or was there...? Was it true...?<br/><br/>He flipped out Breidablik, and... sure enough, that same story knoll was engraved on his Weapon. Breidablik apparently had something to do with this! Either that, or she had the capability to create Time portals as well as Inter-World Portsls, which was absolutely absurd... wasn’t it?<br/><br/>He resheathed the weapon, keeping his newfound revelation to himself. He instead focused on the female version of Robin he’d summoned near the beginning of the War, when they were still in the World of Awakening. And, gosh, had she been a blessing from Vaskrheim, to be sure!<br/><br/>...Had he been here too long? He was beginning to sound like the natives, using such analogies as that which he had just used. He shrugged inwardly. If he had, he’d have more chance with the girls, should this thing with Fjorm not work out. And Lucina, well... she had her own Kiran to get to. And he was going to help her perform this Rite, even if it meant that he’d have to give up Breidablik, his only bragging right in this World.<br/><br/>And then he saw the hole. And that’s when he knew why she needed to save him. That’s also when he redacted his promise to help, or at least some of the intensity. He’d help, yeah. But only to the point of reason. No further.<br/><br/>He was so lost in his own thoughts that he almost karate chopped Fjorm’s throat when she leaned on him to cry. He embraced her after a moment, and said softly, “It’s okay. It’s alright, Fjorm... The War really did hit all of us, didn’t it?” He stroked her hair subconsciously, not noticing her breasts, still in only the lacy top, were pressing gently against his chest, only that she needed comforting... until his boner grew semi-stiff. Then it was just awkward.