His sword was knocked out of his hand Robin was told the single heaviest gut punch heh ad been delivered so far, not his Lucina. This was later confirmed as she looked at him, but she didn't really see him. She was cold, upset and angry. He knew Lucina... well a version of her, and had helped the woman sleep through nights of torture and rough warfare. He knew her body intimately, but this one just looked at him with with something cold. His heart felt like it was ripped apart in a single second, she was picking herself up and refering to someone else as her fiance.<br/><br/>Robin for his part moved away, collecting himself, He bent over and picked up his sword, putting it back in it's holster. He couldn't let any of this show, he just had to breath. This wasn't his Lucina, and she had a mission. Lucina always had a mission, her strong will had been one of the things that had kept him sane as the battles had gotten more difficult the war more intense he had been able to fight partly because of her strength with that sword. He looked at the ground, he felt sick. He turned to watch her for a moment longer, seeing the blood on the back she was clinging to a deadman he had never met, and he was envious... oh so envious of this other. Part of him wanted to start a war to get his Lucina... part of him knew that it wouldn't matter.<br/><br/>Robin felt a cold grip run through him, he suddenly felt more alone than he had in years. For a moment he thought he had found someone precious to him, only to find out that he was more the outsider than anyone else. He went silent contemplating, unable to respond to other people he didn't know what he could say. His eyes watered, and stung for a moment but no tears came. He did feel kinda sick, the idea of the female robin he had been looking at, being Chroms wife meant the number of thoughts that had run through his mind would have destroyed several different versions of his own family.<br/><br/>Nothing was okay anymore.