[ He takes a breath held behind his mouth, and he leans back down with Mister LaRusso's certainty. Not that he exactly believes in it, either; Robby's mind is already slipping into thoughts about his omen, and was he with him or outside? --but they're scattered by the remark of his own health. He can't focus on so much at once, and he's trying to not slump too much when he puts his head back down on the side of the pillow he has.

It can still be called slumping, his eyes dizzying behind his eyelids, but Robby will survive. ]

Sunny had a plan to get to Mob, so I helped take him over. I was using the tattoo; I'm not s'pposed to use it too long...

[ And between getting smacked by a Mister LaRusso getting smacked by concrete and all the rest, it wasn't a good day out there for Robby to test its limits. His eyes are still close as he recalls it all, but they start to open after, a small attempt to look at Mister LaRusso's face, but then letting them rest elsewhere on his body. ]

...Mob was stuck inside his own body. He couldn't do anything... [ ... ] He couldn't stop himself.

[ Mister LaRusso never got to find out what happened, how it ended, and that--that encapsulates it, doesn't it? That everything Mob did wasn't under his control, how trapped he was by himself. It's what sticks with Robby now as much as the near-call with Mister LaRusso's life; the two of them at different stages on the floor, but even when Mob stood up again, he--

What if they hadn't stopped him? ]