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Lucina: so anyway I did save the world but it's not my world, and my father does love me but also we're pretty much strangers to each other, and anyway he's got enough to deal with with his current kid and the death of his wife.

Marth: you come from the next century??

Lucina: And now I'm wondering about my place in this world, you know? I have no past and no footprints. I'm no princess and no soldier. Hell, I'm neither Ylissean nor Plegian. What can I live for? What should I do?

Marth: the century in the fucking future??