[ It's not the answer Robby wanted. It might be heavy right now, asking, What do you think happens to us? under the guise of asking it over a single person, but--Robby would prefer honesty to hope. Except Mister LaRusso might rather cling to hopes than what he worries to be the truth, when hopes lead to family. ]
...Yeah, [ is all Robby can give in turn, acknowledgement or agreement, maybe both. ] A guy told me...he still feels someone who left. Someone like a son to him. [ Wasn't it? Robby can't recall the conversation clearly, he thinks it was when he made the anonymous post, but-- ] There's plenty of plants in the sea.
[ Usually, there are. But the comment feels like a compromise to Mister LaRusso's own answer. Because if Robby were to rely on hope, well--he'd prefer her to be somewhere that was away from war, fighting. A selfish desire, really, when she probably wants to see her partner again.
Still. Maybe she'll find him there in that sea that they find themselves in--that Robby thinks finds them. ]
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...Yeah, [ is all Robby can give in turn, acknowledgement or agreement, maybe both. ] A guy told me...he still feels someone who left. Someone like a son to him. [ Wasn't it? Robby can't recall the conversation clearly, he thinks it was when he made the anonymous post, but-- ] There's plenty of plants in the sea.
[ Usually, there are. But the comment feels like a compromise to Mister LaRusso's own answer. Because if Robby were to rely on hope, well--he'd prefer her to be somewhere that was away from war, fighting. A selfish desire, really, when she probably wants to see her partner again.
Still. Maybe she'll find him there in that sea that they find themselves in--that Robby thinks finds them. ]