Lucina: If you are, in fact, among Falchion’s chosen, that is knowledge we need. There may come a time when it proves necessary for you to take it up.

Morgan: What, like if you’re busy?

Lucina: Like if I’m dead, Morgan. Having someone able to wield it even after I’m gone would be a considerable asset. We must use any means at our disposal to ensure the future is saved. Now let’s go put it to the test.

Morgan: ……

Lucina: Morgan?

Morgan: Aw, forget it. There’s no way the sword would choose someone like me.

Lucina: You don’t know that until you try. You yourself just said you wished you were able to wield it. So let’s—

Morgan: I said NO! I’m not doing it! Don’t make me…. Don’t make practice for your death, Lucina!

Lucina: …I understand how you feel, but we must be practical about this. We cannot afford to lose this war. No matter what happens or who dies.

Morgan: You think I don’t know that?! But it’s not…. It’s just not that simple, all right?! Think of all that Mother’s doing to protect us! Would you betray that?

Lucina: Not by choice, Morgan. Never by choice. …But there are no guarantees in war.

Morgan: And that’s supposed to make me feel better?! If it means you dying, I don’t want anything to do with Falchion! And if you make me try, I’ll only use it to chop more apples, so there! This is pointless. I’m leaving.

this frickin game wrecks me so bad