This was mad.  Now, Lucina was here, and she was even calling him father.  This couldn't be real, but if the feeling in the back of his head was any indication, it was likely that either he'd fallen down the rabbit hole, or was under the influence of a powerful hallucinogen, and was being held hostage by a fraudulent collection agency.  Frankly, he wouldn't be thrilled about either one of them being true.  He managed to stand again, and Lucina's watchful gaze followed him.  The way she spoke to him reminded him of an animal that had just woken at the vet, spoken gently to in attempt to misdirect its attention from the stitches in its deflated cobblers.<br/><br/>"Look, I'm not-" Jason began, but paused when considering that he ought to fully identify the nature of this setting before revealing anything.  For now, he must act as Chrom.  He had to<span style="font-style: italic">be</span>Chrom.  His expression softened.  "What do you mean, Lucina?" He didn't like the way she worded her warning.  "Where are we?"  He wanted to ask her,<span style="font-style: italic">Why am I a supposedly fictional character from a video game?</span>