“I was the tragedy that finally tore you two apart. I just… I need you to forgive me…”

Chrom and Robin in Summer Scramble (married version)

Robin: The Outrealms' hottest resort, huh? I don't doubt it. This place is amazing! If only Chrom and I had this beach to ourselves -- what fun we could have! We could swim, and collect seashells, and chase each other through the surf...
Chrom: It's true we don't get very many chances to relax in our own world.
Robin: Ack! Chrom?! You heard all of that?
chrom: If you're going to talk to yourself so loudly, I'd suggest moving further down the beach.
Robin: I'm sorry. I shouldn't be daydreaming like that in the middle of battle.
Chrom: Not at all. Everyone needs to unwind now and again. You should enjoy yourself. I see how tense you tend to become in the heat of battle, Robin... If this isn't the place to let your hair down a little, I don't know where is. And I admit, the idea of being alone here with you has crossed my mind as well...
Robin: Oh, Chrom... I'm so glad you feel the same way. I've never been anywhere this beautiful before. It's so relaxing.... Or perhaps I've been here hundreds of times and I just don't remember...
Chrom: Robin...
Robin: Sorry. Didn't mean to get all somber on you there. If my commander's ordered me to let my hair down, who am I to argue? Of course, it wouldn't do to monopolize the army's leader during a battle... I promise I'll be quick! I'm just going to poke around in that tide pool over there... (Robin leaves the screen)
Chrom: Heh. I don't think I've ever seen Robin so excited. This place really is everything it's cracked up to be. I owe it to her to help her enjoy it as much as she can while we're here. I only wish I knew how to go about it... Should I spoil her like Frederick does me? Maybe I'll help her gather seashells. ...... Or maybe not. I feel ridiculous. I'll think of something.
Robin: (reappearing) Chrom, check it out! I caught this weird creature! Isn't this thing just bizarre? I wonder if we could put it to any tactical use...
Chrom: .....
Robin: What's wrong, Chrom? Don't you like it? I know it's not the cuddliest critter, but it's kinda cute in its own way!
Chrom: Hmm? No, no, it's fine. I was just distracted, sorry. Don't worry about me. Go frolic with your weird little friend to your heart's content.
Robin: Well, when you put it that way...
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[After turn 3]
Robin: Hey, Chrom! How goes the battle on your--- ...Huh? What's up with all these seashells?
Chrom: Oh, hello, Robin. I was trying to fashion a necklace out of them. It didn't go well.
Robin: You were fashioning a necklace...? Has this been a hobby of yours for long? It looks as if they've been completely pulverized. What went wrong?
Chrom: Well, I can say at least I have a talent for smashing things in frustration...
Robin: So it seems... And what's that behind you? What are all those charred lumps?
Chrom: Those are...er, WERE fish. I was trying to cook them. They got burned.
Robin: That's putting it kindly...
Chrom: Yeah, it didn't exactly pan out as I'd intended.
Robin: Huh. Well... I guess even the greatest of chefs burn things now and again... And I'll pretend I haven't noticed the collapsed sand castle or the half-built raft... And what is that? A bug-infested tropical fruit salad? ... I'll just ignore that too.
Chrom: That would probably be for the best.
Robin: Listen, Chrom, I'm sure my excitment for the beach earlier was infections, but... well, maybe it's beset you save these... activities... for after the battle's done.
Chrom: No, you're right. But first, there's one more thing I want you to see. Now that it's done, I think it might've been a terrible idea, but...
Robin: Really? There's more? What is it this ti-- Oh my!
Chrom: So, what do you think?
Robin: C-Chrom... Just look at this great big message in the sand... "Chrom & Robin 4 Ever." How did this...? Why would you...?
Chrom: Does it make you happy?
Robin: I... I don't know if I should be happy or embarrassed or... what, exactly... But it's certainly a sight I'll never forget, I can promise you that.
Chrom: Then I'm glad. Maybe I didn't make you happy, but I at least helped you make a new memory.
Robin: Wait, Chrom.... Is that what all this was about? The sand message, all the failed projects... It was all to help me make new memories?
Chrom: I guess it wasn't as obvious as I'd hoped it would be, huh? I know that you didn't mean what you said before. Of course it bothers you that you don't have any memories from before we met. I wanted to make sure you were able to form at least a few happy memories here.
Robin: Oh, Chrom... Thank you. Thank you so much. But you didn't need to go to all this trouble. Just being with you has given me an endless supply of happy memories!
Chrom: ...It has?
Robin: Of course! The day we first met... Our first battle together... That time you peeked in on me in the bath... The day you confessed your love to me... I remember it all so vividly! I could never forget a single thing about you. Even if death were to tear us apart... Even if I lost my memories again...
Chrom: Robin... Why would you even say such a thing?
Robin: What? I'm just speaking hypothetically. Why are you making that face?
Chrom: Robin...
Robin: Huh? What are you--?!
Chrom: ......
Robin: Mmmmmph! C-Chrom! Y-your lips... We shouldn't...
Chrom: Did you not enjoy that?
Robin: N-no, it was wonderful! But... we're in the middle of a battle here!
Chrom: I know. But the way you were talking... I couldn't help it.
Robin: I understand, Chrom, but you're the commander of this army! Look, I'm going back to my position now. YOU stay and fight here, okay?
Chrom: Robin, wait! (Robin leaves the screen) *Sigh* She's gone. I'll have to apologize for that later... (Chrom leaves the screen)
Robin: (reappearing) Right in the middle of a battle? What was he thinking?! I'll have to scold him for that later... ...... Well, I suppose he's at least given me one more memory I'll never forget. The big dolt!

Henry-Noire conversation from “The Future Past”

Chrom and Cordelia - Summer Scramble

[NOTE - this is only available if Cordelia is not married.]
Cordelia: Golden sand... Swaying palms... Could anything be more romantic? If only we could be here alone, just the two of us... Oh but listen to me. I promised myself I'd stop dreaming about him...
Chrom: Dreaming about who?
Cordelia: *HACK!* C-Chrom?! Did I say dreaming? I don't think I did! No, d-definitely not!
Chrom: Huh. Guess I must have misheard. What's wrong, by the way? You seem unusually... tense.
Cordelia: T-tense? M-me? N-no, not at all! See? No tension here! *gasp*
Chrom: Er, if you say so... Anyway it's pretty hot here, huh? Are you holding up okay?
Cordelia: H-h-hot? Oh, er, yes, it is, isn't it...? *Pant* *wheeze* *choke*
Chrom: Cordelia, are you all right? You sound like you can hardly breathe! Is it the heat?
Cordelia: I... I AM feeling flushed and hot... but it's nothing to do with the weather... This... this heat is in my soul! I'm overcome with emotion and drowning in joy! To be blessed with a rare opportunity to speak with Chrom himself... Why, it's almost more excitement than my poor heart can stand!
Chrom: Er...
Cordelia: ARGH! Did I just say that out loud?! Oh, GODS, this is mortifying!
Chrom: ...Rare opportunity? I do try to talk to the troops whenever I can, you know...
Cordelia: Oh! Oh, no! No, that's not what I -- I wasn't criticizing you! You're a WONDERFUL leader, and you ALWAYS take time to talk to your people! When I say "rare," what I mean is... I just wish we could speak more often, and then... Argh! I'm doing it again! Cordelia -- these silly fantasies have got to stop!
Chrom: I'm becoming increasingly confused by this conversation...
Cordelia: I'm SO sorry, Chrom... I really don't know what's come over me... Perhaps this heat IS getting to me... I'm feeling a little light headed...
Chrom: What? Why didn't you say so earlier?! Can you walk? Here, take my arm, and I'll escort you to that shade over there.
Cordelia: Y-your ARM? You want me -- Cordelia -- to... to touch your ARM?! I... I can't take this anymore... I feel so... happy... I could die...
Chrom: Cordelia, no! Don't close your eyes! If you see a light, don't go near it! Stay with me!
Cordelia: Ooh... I will, Chrom... I WILL... I wouldn't miss this moment for the world... Now, I'll just put my hands here... on your muscular forearm... ...... ......
Chrom: What's wrong? Are your hands too weak to grip?
Cordelia: I... I can't do it! I can't bring myself to touch you! Just the thought of it makes me... makes me... ARRRGH! (Cordelia disappears from the screen, implying she fainted)
Chrom: Cordelia! What's wrong? Can you hear me? Cordelia! DON'T GO!
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[After turn 3]
Cordelia: I cannot BELIEVE I fainted like some ridiculous romance-novel heroine... And right in front of Chrom, no less! Gods, what would Phila say? Actually, I know exactly what she'd say. She'd tell me to stop feeling sorry for myself and make amends on the battlefield.
Chrom: Cordelia! What are you doing, rushing around under this blazing-hot sun?
Cordelia: C-Chrom! What a coincidence! We keep running into each other today...
Chrom: Running into each other? I'm staying close because I'm worried about you. What if you passed out again? We haven't cleared out all the enemies yet.
Cordelia: Th-that's very kind of you, Chrom... I can't tell you how happy it makes me. But if you think I'm going to lounge under a palm tree while everyone else fights...
Chrom: Point taken. I know you're not the type to shirk a battle. But listen -- you have to promise me that you'll take better care of yourself.
Cordelia: Er...
Chrom: You're your own worst critic, and that's part of what makes you so strong... But sometimes you take it too far. If you're feeling ill, it's imperative that you rest. Would you at least consider it? For my sake?
Cordelia: T-truly Chrom... I'm grateful for the concern, but---
Chrom: But nothing. Go on, find a shady spot and let us finish this battle. If you collapse a second time, I'm not going to carry you to safety again.
Cordelia: Y-yes, sir... If you insis-- ...Wait a second. Did you just say that you CARRIED me? As in... lifted me off the sand? Swept me up in your manly arms?
Chrom: Er... I'm not sure I'd put it like that, exactly. But yes.
Cordelia: ARRRRRRRRRGH! Oh, gods, I am SOOO sorry! I can't BELIEVE I made you do that! It must have been such a chore! Was I heavy? Did you hurt your back?!
Chrom: Well, you WERE wearing armor...
Cordelia: UGH! I knew it! This has to be the single most embarrassing thing I've ever done! Gods, Chrom, how am I ever going to make this up to you? That's it! I'm returning to battle! No more of this damsel-in-distress nonsense!
Chrom: Are you sure you can handle it?
Cordelia: Absolutely. If I run and hide in the shade now, I'll just die of shame... Instead, I'm going to take down twice as many foes to make up for what I missed! So if you don't mind, I'd like to get back to restoring the seaside peace here.
Chrom: Well, if your mind's made up...
Cordelia: You bet it is! Now if you'll excuse me... (Cordelia leaves the screen)
Chrom: ...Huh. Every time I try to talk to her, the conversation ends up turning weird. She takes her role as a pegasus knight so seriously. Perhaps I make her nervous? She seemed particularly off kilter today though. Maybe it IS the weather? In any case, I think I'd better leave her alone -- give her some breathing room... (Chrom leaves the screen)
Cordelia: (reappearing) *Sigh* It was so nice to talk to Chrom... And it actually went well, for a change. But I know his affections lie elsewhere. He and I... It'll never work. I know that someday I'm going to have to give up on these foolish dreams of mine... Someday... but perhaps not today. ...All right, Cordelia. That's enough pining. It's time to slay some brigands!

henry finds cordelia making a scarf

cordelia: it's not for me. it's a present.
henry: oooh, lucky guy. i wish someone would make ME a nice cozy scarf!
cordelia: heh. well, you can have this one, if you like it that much.
henry: huh? but what about the special fella you were gonna give it to? i don't want an angry boyfriend pounding on my tent flap in the dead of night!
cordelia: well, now that i think about it, the gift probably isn't such a good idea.
henry: aw, but it's so beautifully made! i'm sure he'd love it.
cordelia: yes, but i doubt his wife would.
henry: oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh.
henry:
henry:
henry: say, what if the wife was dead? could you give it to him then?

Lissa-Owain conversation from “The Future Past”

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