[ ...he's agreeing.

It's unexpected. Robby figured there might be some protest, or something about how he could stay back. Yet that's not a 'you', but a 'we'; a 'we' that has Robby staring at Mob in disbelief, but then dropping his gaze in a feeling close to shame.

It's okay to run, but it doesn't always feel great. ...still, Robby nods all the same, managing to get out a ] Yeah, [ as he comes down the steps. Relief shakily spreading over his limbs, even if the tight feeling that's gripping over his chest hasn't left. He should tell Mob, he knows, though it takes Robby a moment to build up the courage, half-tempted to just walk. But...

But if he keeps his head down, it feels easier just to get it out. Easier if he tells himself it is. ]

There was, uh, this place. People just ended up there from Trench, and it had these churches there, filled with crazy people who believed in this Patron, Riteior. They, uh...

[ A deep breath. ]

They were killing people. Non-believers. [ He fiddles with his fingers, mostly kept held in fists. ] I don't trust whatever's going on with that feeling or what it means.

[ He can't. He can't, not if it has anything to do with Riteior or those people. ]