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You are in Askr, walking down a hall. You catch movement out of the corner of your eye. It is Grima posting a picture of Chrom's face on the wall. On the floor lie the shreds of some other CYL advertisement. For some reason, there is blood. "You know who to vote for," Grima says.
this is about chrom/grima but it's also actually about me