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Who: Robin!
Broadcast: Video!
Action: Not unless it gets weird!
When: About a day after his supposed murder.

[the feed crackles on to show Robin, looking very much alive and in a shirt that doesn't have a big hole in it, thank you. he's crouched somewhere on one of those Floot Loop stations, probably. he's got his back to one of those big LED displays, which means... unless you want to check every single bright, animated ad in every station within range, he's going to be kind of tricky to find.

he... waves, though he doesn't look like he's very happy to see you either, to be honest.]

Hello. I'm not dead, since I assume that rumor has spread far and wide by now.

And I would love to have a calm, rational conversation about all of this before someone tries to kill me again. What have I missed? Catch me up.

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[ She hesitates, contemplating telling him about her broken memory, but she pushes the thought away almost as soon as it crosses her mind, unaware of how he feels. It'd be easy enough to suspect what his feelings towards himself are right now after such a vicious attack on his person and the reasoning for it, but she's not thinking calmly.

Why did she want him to come, again? She seems to have forgotten and it takes her a while to think of anything else to say but a repeat of her dismissal.

She shrugs her shoulders and stays with her back to him, but at least she doesn't leave. ]

You're right-- I shouldn't be.

I wasn't going to ask you how you feel though; I already know how you must feel about yourself. What you've done is stupid and it's typical of you to evade problems rather than deal with them head-on. You're not a child and you don't deserve to be coddled.

Still... I wanted to say that I don't hate you. I understand why you did what you did with Nel. They don't understand what Court was like and they don't know Nel.

I did it too, with Barakiel, Court. I was tempted to do it again when he came here, because he still saw me that way-- he still saw me as his master. I thought it'd be better that he felt he was mine because I wouldn't take advantage of him and I already knew where his limits were, in that he barely had any.

What you did was wrong and selfish, but I think your heart was in the right place. How can I condemn you for doing what I might have done?

[so, it's just... bits and pieces, he supposes. he's quiet for a little bit, mulling all of that over, with Cecil standing with her back to her. after a moment, though, he... steps forward, sliding his arms over her shoulders, pressing his face against her hair. it turns into a very light hug, since that's all he feels able to give right now... but it's something.]

You've done enough, Cecil.

[he doesn't stay there long. he stings. he pulls away and starts to leave, since it seems like that's better for everyone. he is very grateful, but he's tired. he has a long day ahead of him.]

[ Before he pulls away completely, she tries to catch one of his hands, turning towards him now to look him in the face again. ]

Don't push me away— please.

Trust me.

[ Trust that she cares about him, she means. Her voice has a raw edge of desperation to it, almost as though she's pleading, but she only says it once and if she managed to catch his hand in hers, she lets go of it here, as if communicating without words that she doesn't mean he has to stay now. She wishes he would, but if it's space he wants, then she doesn't have any other choice but to give him that as far as she sees it. ]

[to be fair, that is a very real fear. this is the part where Robin usually leaves everyone. this is the part where he disappears, makes himself a ghost, moves half a continent away and forgets all the things that ever made him upset.

but things are going to be different, this time. he's got nowhere to run. he's got to face the facts when it's over. so her hand gets a gentle squeeze and when she lets go, he doesn't disappear. he stays just long enough to let her know.]

I'll be back for you. I promise.

[he manages a weak smile... before finally turning to go.]

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