[ Robby hates that Mob's reasoning makes sense. Throw in a destroyed school alone, and that can do wonders for spelling out the gravity of the situation; paints a larger picture for how many people can be, even if a single family member hurt can do more. It cools the initial heat, because Robby isn't dumb: he knows he can't match up to those levels of destruction. He's been aware of the danger of Mob's explosions before, but--
But it leaves him standing, frustrated with the amount of power he has, uselessly low. An internal fight going on in him for words he doesn't know how to articulate, though his mouth opens and closes once or twice.
He doesn't want that to be the only answer. He doesn't want this to be the only way. ]
Will you let me help to find a way to help you? [ Robby finally says, softer spoken, if still tender around the edges. ] I don't want to accept there's nothing we can do, or we just plan for me to stay away and that's it. There has to be more-- because I don't want to think about you dealing with that alone.
[ That's the strongest reason most of all, the reason that Robby's tried to there for Mob so much already--because he's never wanted Mob to have to face all this by himself. When he already doesn't have his family, anything familiar, and how lonely must that be? Mob isn't him. He hasn't had family never around, or a family that comes and goes.
...and he doesn't have friends from there here, either. He's got a lot of shit, but he still had people he liked, and people who knew him back home. ]
We can look into it when we get back to the city, [ he goes on. ] We'll find out how people bring sleepers back from that, see if there's any safeguards. Find out everything we can.
[ He's rubbing his fingers together, knowing this next part won't help, probably, but... ]
...and I won't blame you if you hurt me 'cause you lost control. I've been sticking with you this long: I know there's a risk.
[ He huffs, a small glance down before he looks back. ] But I'd rather take my chances than back out now.
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But it leaves him standing, frustrated with the amount of power he has, uselessly low. An internal fight going on in him for words he doesn't know how to articulate, though his mouth opens and closes once or twice.
He doesn't want that to be the only answer. He doesn't want this to be the only way. ]
Will you let me help to find a way to help you? [ Robby finally says, softer spoken, if still tender around the edges. ] I don't want to accept there's nothing we can do, or we just plan for me to stay away and that's it. There has to be more-- because I don't want to think about you dealing with that alone.
[ That's the strongest reason most of all, the reason that Robby's tried to there for Mob so much already--because he's never wanted Mob to have to face all this by himself. When he already doesn't have his family, anything familiar, and how lonely must that be? Mob isn't him. He hasn't had family never around, or a family that comes and goes.
...and he doesn't have friends from there here, either. He's got a lot of shit, but he still had people he liked, and people who knew him back home. ]
We can look into it when we get back to the city, [ he goes on. ] We'll find out how people bring sleepers back from that, see if there's any safeguards. Find out everything we can.
[ He's rubbing his fingers together, knowing this next part won't help, probably, but... ]
...and I won't blame you if you hurt me 'cause you lost control. I've been sticking with you this long: I know there's a risk.
[ He huffs, a small glance down before he looks back. ] But I'd rather take my chances than back out now.