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Dragon...god? More god than dragon, probably, at this point.

[Does that...make it better..........

Morgan just grins, shrugging. She certainly doesn't seem bothered by the prospect of death at the hands of an evil god. But then, she'll probably always be this blithe about things--amnesia, danger, and death.]

But the answer to that question would be a definite yes!

Luckily for you, that is just outrageous enough to be more truth than falsehood. [Making up an evil dragon god as the calamity point and maintaining the story takes a touch too much effort for a liar.]

Eh, I'm not a very good liar anyway. Father says deception tactics are my weakest tactics.

[She says so very blithely.]

Anyway, Grima is a problem, but he's still no match for Father's abilities!

Has a portion of your amnesia resolved, with regard to your father?

[Rose suspects no. If it had, Morgan would begin with a chipper announcement, not a question about zombies.]

Oh, no... Father's just the only thing I can remember! It's always been that way, as far back as...well, as my memories go, ha ha!

All I've got is Father teaching me tactics when I was younger.

[Stop being so cheerful about it, Morgan.]

How intriguing. [Rose, too, has only one parent in her memory, but it is a complete (mostly) memory and suffers only the holes of young teenagehood before its abrupt end.]

Were tactics his profession, or his hobby?

His profession! He's the tactician of Lord Chrom's army back home--er, just like Morgan's mother is in his timeline.

[The weird gender inversion continues...]

But he's led Chrom's army to victory again and again and again, and I'm preeeetty sure he can't lose! I have a ways to go before I surpass him, that's for sure.

[In all likelihood, in the world she has heard Morgan and Morgan describe, a loss for their army would mean death. So, no, he can't lose.]

I'm not an expert, but your designs ring tactically sound to me.

[That's also true, shhh. But nonetheless, they usually win handily, without losing many soldiers if anyone at all--but then, that's how amazing their parents are.]

Aww, thanks, Rose! You may not be an expert, but you are super smart! Do you want to play chess or tactical games with me sometime?

You have a chess set? [Something about chess tries to turn her aside, but Rose is more stubborn than a few lingering memories and symbolism.] It would be preferable to lying here staring at these walls in my spare time.

[Chess. Against Morgan. Rose catches herself smiling.]

I don't own one personally, but I know a few people who would let us borrow theirs!

[She has a lot of connections.

But she laughs at that, nodding brightly.]

Great! Then it'll be a birthday date, all right? After all, I did say we'd do something more fun for your birthday once we got out.

[Damn. Rose hoped Morgan would forget about that.]

Getting out with my life attached is fulfilling enough, I assure you.

[But she only engages in the deflection because she feels like it. A birthday chess date with Morgan sounds like an instant yes.]

[Pls, Rose. Pls. That's hardly good enough at all.]

Ha ha, that's just the basics! Birthdays deserve more than the basics. ...Way more than the basics!

So we'll do this and it'll be tons of fun! I'm always looking for really smart people to play chess against, and the fact that it's Rose is even better!

Well, I suppose I can hardly say no under the pressure of compliments like that.

[Not-so-secretly pleased to the hilt, is Rose. She can't think of a better way to spend a fake birthday just now than in games of intelligence with such a unique and magnetic person as Morgan.]

Of course, if I wanted to be truly entertained, I would watch you and your brother play chess instead.

[That much gets...an exasperated huff out of Morgan. It's good-natured as always, but there's definitely a pout on her face.]

We're 32 and 32 right now... evenly matched. As per usual. [no matter what they do, they always end up tied in the end--which is a given, probably, but weird to experience.]

Perhaps the final deciding match will also decide our Haven fates. When and where shall we commence our skirmish on the checkered field?

[Well. That's a flashback.]

Ha ha ha, I think that's giving us too much credit! We're important, but not that important in the scheme of Haven Things!

Anyway, let me get the chess set first! Hoooow about...tomorrow!

Aren't you? The two of you are the sole instance I have ever encountered of concurrently surviving members of divergent timelines.

Tomorrow is fine.

... ... ....Ha ha, really! Though if we ever end up changing the fate of Haven in some way, I'll say you thought it up first.

But great! I'll see you tomorrow, then, Rose! I can't wait!

[Would the Morgans change the fate of Haven?

Rose thinks an answer wants to present itself - more than one, a whole branch of the timeline tree - but she chooses not to ask. Not this time, not yet.]

I can hardly contain my anticipation.

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