Ira turned his sharp gaze to Chrom. "I am no hero. Just a puppet of the dark who cut their own strings. You want to believe that you can join hands and sing campfire songs with everyone, go right ahead. Life doesn't work that way."

Turning his back on the others, he started walking towards the portal. Let the "Heroes" debate this until the end of time for all he cared. He was going to face the threat that still loomed over them all and countless worlds even if he had to do it alone. "...Palitutu was right about one thing, twisted as she might be. We have to be ready to do whatever it takes to succeed if we aim to do the impossible."

"She has made her bed. Let her lie in it." With that, he exited through the portal.