[ It's more the blur of the figure that puzzles Robby than seeking any recognition. None of this is recognisable, none of this is his, and the voice of the figure beside him helps to establish Kiriona's presence. Every memory is like stepping into the middle of a story he doesn't belong to, and this is no different.
Actually, the volunteering to murder and to be killed is pretty fucking new, and Robby would like to voice his opinion here, loud and clear and with eyes on Kiriona: ]
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Actually, the volunteering to murder and to be killed is pretty fucking new, and Robby would like to voice his opinion here, loud and clear and with eyes on Kiriona: ]
What the fuck?
[ Hello, excuse him? ]