Chrom spared a brief and uneasy glance for Robin's bared sword before his gaze returned to her face. "I did. But not to fight you." She was armed, but he refused to draw a blade on her. Something had to be manipulating her. Was it that accursed job she'd picked up? Or was she just so overwhelmed by grief that she'd lost her way?

He took a step forward, more to put Ichigo and Rock behind him lest they come to any unnecessary harm. If it really came to blows, then it was entirely likely that they would have to be the ones to fight back, because he couldn't bring himself to do it. Not against her. Not even against Lydia.

"Robin, look at me. I know you've lost...so much," he raised his hands, clenching them into fists. "He was my son too. But it's not over. Not as long as we're both alive! We can still give him a future!" he pleaded with her, furrowing his brow. "If anyone can think of a solution to this problem, a brilliant strategy the rest of us hadn't considered, it's you. Please..." He held out his hand to her, gloved fingers outstretched. "Come back to us. To me."