[ Nothing can be fixed, but hearing that Mister LaRusso misses her as well--it's what he wants to hear, or what's comforting than any niceties about what her situation might be. Their emotions, their feelings on it.

She really cared about you. Robby's eyes are fixed on their hands, though not touching now, but in that space between them that allows him to lean his head slightly on Mister LaRusso's chest/shoulder area. ]

...You were good, too, looking out for her like that. She never got to be a person. [ ... ] Seeing herself like that really meant a lot to her. She told me someone saw that she had a spirit, and she never knew if she did. Stories like that were just for humans.

[ Which isn't strange, really. But it's not about what it means to them, though they can understand if they think about it. Why someone like 2B might see herself different, that she was--but there was nothing inhuman about her, to Robby. Not in the way anyone cares about humanity. ]

She... the way she was, you know, Mob reminded me of her. Trying to be someone, a lil' quiet. [ And awkward. A small huff. ]

They could take down anything that got in their way, but they never want to hurt anything. I would've protected them any day.

[ Just so they didn't have to. ]