"Oh no... oh no..." Robin whispered, placing both hands over his head as if trying to physically contain the panic surging inside his skull. His breathing quickened. His heart thundered like war drums. A silent reel of his life began to unravel in his mind, mory after mory flashing by like pages ripped from a burning book.
Hummm...
the fairy reappeared at the left edge of the mirror, her voice calm and pleasant, as if nothing in the universe had shifted.
She stopped.
Her eyes narrowed slightly in confusion. Robin wasn't responding. He wasn't even seeing her.
His expression wasn't that of soone waiting. It wasn't even one of mild annoyance. His eyes were vacant—disconnected—like soone who had just seen a future they weren't prepared for. Like a man watching his own execution.
she asked gently, the air between them suddenly felt tenser than glass.
"…Matter?" Robin echoed with a voice that sounded hollow, as if it had to crawl its way out from the back of his mind. Then, slowly—like lightning reaching a tree—her words struck him. His eyes refocused, flaring with sudden intensity. "Is sothing the matter?! You tell ! Weren't you the one who told to head to the public lobby?! Don't you know what the hell is happening out there?!"
the fairy tilted her head slightly, puzzled at the scale of his panic.
She paused, her luminous wings fluttering behind her like echoes of a forgotten song.
"..."
Robin scratched the back of his neck, guilt and embarrassnt crawling up his spine.
"Not entirely... I suppose I got carried away. When I heard from that boy about the condition of humans in the Mid-Belt, about their suffering, their helplessness... I guess I wanted to raise them up a little. Even if just symbolically."
He gave a nervous chuckle. "Yeah… that one's on ."
The fairy's expression hardened. Her wings slowed their shimr.
she said quietly, every word coated in caution.
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