[There's a pause as she looks at him. Faint memories of cities in ruin drift before her mind's eye.]

...I wouldn't call it lucky. I apologize for not clarifying myself. Animals were what was ...mostly all that was left.

[It's a little uncomfortable to admit that. Every death felt like a failure to protect...something dear to her. She can't remember the rest. Lucina walks through the door.]

Other than the risen dead.