Kiran has barely begun to fall, unconscious, when he began having a sort of vision. It was slow at first, just names, places, times, faces- nothing of note to anyone... Anyone<i>except</i>Kiran, that is. To him, they were peasants saved, villages rebuilt, Kingdoms upheld, and villains defeated. To him, in a word, they were...<br/><br/><b>Heroes.</b><br/><br/>After a moment, the vision sped up. The times and places were those of the Heroes’ deaths. Every Hero he’d lost to Surtr, ex-Lord of Múspell and keeper of the Eternal Flame, all those years ago. At least, it felt like years without his dear Lucina... And at the head of this Army he’d thought was Lucina, who would be fitting in such a position.<br/><br/>It<i>was</i>, after all, her tactics that he used to keep a single Hero from dying after she did. He only knew them because, somehow, that excites the both of them greatly, and boosted their pleasure as they...<br/><br/>But no, HE was at this Army’s head, though his cloak was stabbed through. Just as he tealized who this Kiran was, he said,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">“How dare you disrespect my Fiancé, Luce, like that! She is, after all, your Fiancé now. Treat her as I did; like a goddess. And wake up, fool, you’re embarrassing us!”</span><br/><br/>He smiled lightly, then twirled Lucina’s Lance out, the head missing, as his pregnant Lucina walked up and put her hand around the other Kiran, her clothes slightly singed. She looked ready to say something, but the Kiran slammed the Lance into the ground, snapping Kiran back to real life.<br/><br/>He heard the other Lucina asking Fjorm about her- THEIR boy, and Kiran replied, “Fjorm’s out, Luce. She healed your vision and collapsed. I sent your mom out to get Lena, the Curate. She should be able to use her old Staff of Mending to heal her...” He thought a moment, then asked, “Just curious, but do you find Strategy talk... exciting in any way?”