[it was most likely not a mistake to speak of it, but Lucina has to believe there was a better time or place to do so. some moment where they agreed to discuss more deeply the thorns and scars of their worlds, not...gentle talk of dragons. she's already berating herself for such a grave misstep as the silence draws out; that grim streak of hers continues to sabotage her, even well after escaping Grima's grasp.

she's trying to formulate a slapdash apology for sending the conversation into a tailspin when he asks of her fate, and while she probably shouldn't be too surprised to hear it, she somehow still is. she looks back up, eyebrows raised, her mouth pursed into a thin line for a beat longer before she shakes her head once more.]

No.

No, myself and...some others, we were able to reach something called an Outrealm gate. When I prayed to Divine Dragon Naga for aid, she told me that...it was already too late for the world. But that I could pass through there, go back in time, and try to save another instance of the world from the same fate.

[she shifts where she stands, folding her hands in front of her once more.]

That's actually...what I was doing, before I suddenly found myself here. [her mouth twitches as she tries to force some levity.] It was quite a shock...! I expected to see my homeland in brighter days, but instead, I was here.