[ He could make the decision for Mob, he knows, say they need to take it down. But this is a problem they both have to face, where avoiding or running won't always be the safest option. Robby wants to hear Mob's choice, not because he's looking for any particular answer -- but he'd be willing to work with him, if possible.
Because he said he'd help Mob protect, and use his powers in the way he was comfortable with. And he knows subduing isn't what Mob likes... ]
...You're right. [ But if he's leaning that way, they can come to agreement, or plan. Death is death, but: ] If it was just us, we could practice running, or avoiding it. But people are gonna be coming through this way back and forth. [ ... ] We'll make it quick.
[ There's none of Robby's usual note of confidence. His voice is firm, and there's a level of certainty, thanks to the necklace he wears tucked under his clothing gifted to him for this trip. But there's still a deed to be done, a fight to be had, and Robby remembers well--the claws that ripped into him before, his fingers being torn apart as he reached into the head of a beast.
He needs to face this too, he thinks. He looks at Mob, pinching his lips. ]
Unless it's someone like us, we can't save anyone who's become a beast yet. And the ones out here--they've been stuck like this for a long time.
This is the only way we can help them, too.
[ He doesn't know if it gives Mob any comfort, but Robby's had the thought for a while, even about himself: if he was turned and hurt people, he couldn't blame anyone for putting a stop to him. ]
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Because he said he'd help Mob protect, and use his powers in the way he was comfortable with. And he knows subduing isn't what Mob likes... ]
...You're right. [ But if he's leaning that way, they can come to agreement, or plan. Death is death, but: ] If it was just us, we could practice running, or avoiding it. But people are gonna be coming through this way back and forth. [ ... ] We'll make it quick.
[ There's none of Robby's usual note of confidence. His voice is firm, and there's a level of certainty, thanks to the necklace he wears tucked under his clothing gifted to him for this trip. But there's still a deed to be done, a fight to be had, and Robby remembers well--the claws that ripped into him before, his fingers being torn apart as he reached into the head of a beast.
He needs to face this too, he thinks. He looks at Mob, pinching his lips. ]
Unless it's someone like us, we can't save anyone who's become a beast yet. And the ones out here--they've been stuck like this for a long time.
This is the only way we can help them, too.
[ He doesn't know if it gives Mob any comfort, but Robby's had the thought for a while, even about himself: if he was turned and hurt people, he couldn't blame anyone for putting a stop to him. ]