That's not true. [sorry, he will not accept such blatant not truths, looking to robby candidly.] I can't think of any wrong calls you made with me. Like your gift.

[which he's wearing, tugging to show the necklace. something that has helped ease his worries often, grounding. it's proof, as far as mob's concerned.

but okay, that aside time to listen. honestly the 'you're never the only guy who can do something' is a huge relief to hear, something he's growing accustomed to. the rest seems fair, if there were easy answers to any of this surely they'd both have stumbled into them by now.]

I think I'm still figuring out what my passions and principles even are. [admitted quietly, then a little quieter still,] Or my limits.

[but he lifts head because that's true. he found something out today, didn't he?] That's true. [a beat] I thought beasts were just scary, now they feel... sad. Scary still, but-

[that's something to believe in, right? that they did the right thing here.]