She shook her head. The usual level of consternation appeared on her face. Robin's demeanor was often calm and rational; she had a way of looking like she was more confident than she felt. Nonetheless, though, those who knew her well -- and Chrom certainly did -- could see the little visual ticks in her face that suggested the truth. Her expression had that slightly drawn look, her eyes downcast.

She didn't like not knowing the past. She didn't have answers there. She had the hope that Morgan gave her for the future, but no way to completely dispel the worries of the past.

"Not yet," she answered. "I wonder if I ever will, sometimes." Or, she thought, if she would want to know the truth. She had those dreams. What if the past was something that happened? What if it was full of regrets that she was better off forgetting?