Then I'll find what makes people come back from being a beast! [ He hands come out, gesturing with his words, the incredulous stubbornness that colours them. ] We come back from being beasts easier--I'll ask, I'll do what I have to, whatever--but I'm not letting anyone cut you down like-- some other monster.

[ He struggles to find the words, but isn't that it? The fact someone could find Mob like that and not care, or care, but not have the power to bring Mob back. And Robby doesn't, but-- but-- ]

I know warmblood works. I donate it, I know it works. [ It's what he always hears, the single good thing about his blood anyone really cares about, and Robby points outward as he goes on. ] And if you think I can stay back if you're out there like that?

[ The hand balls into a fist that Robby lets drop, and he pauses unintentionally, staring at Mob with a complicated expression. ]

I'm not letting anyone do anything to you.

[ 'I'm not letting anyone kill you,' is what he means. ]