[ She's carefully still as he explains; the death of trillions, the end of the world. A god who could not be reasoned with no matter what. But it's what he says next — Jack's destiny — that catches her attention more than anything else. It's funny how they come from such different worlds, having met through the strangest series of events, and it's at a bar by a swimming pool where she's told of a story that hits a little too close to home.

It feels inappropriate to laugh — not that she feels like laughing, just ... there's a small tilt of her head, before her gaze drops to the lap of some stranger across the bar. She's quiet for a time. ]

My father once told me that there's nothing stronger than the bonds we share with those around us. [ Slowly, carefully. ] That they have the power to defy very threads of fate. [ She didn't believe it. Couldn't believe it, not with the things she saw; she had seen it come to pass, after all. Down to the very last letter despite her best efforts.

( — But that was wrong too, wasn't it? She's seen both now. A world where destiny came to pass, then another where they were able to change destiny itself. Bonds transcending fate, just as Chrom had said. )

She exhales. The weight on Jack's shoulder must be immense. Realistically, there's nothing she can do here — who knows if teaching him how to throw a punch will do anything against a god? But when she looks up, her eyes are soft. There's a smile playing at her lips, the earlier tension all but gone. ] But I digress; thank you for your honesty.

We'll do what we can while we're here. And if you need require with anything else — just say the word.