[ Pouring water, slow and methodical to entertain Ianthe's senses, Robin thought about her answer. One probably didn't need to be particularly insightful to guess what it was covered in — a facade, some kind of defense mechanism, or even a thread she'd been clinging onto to survive this place. All projections, yes, but Robin didn't have a way of knowing how far from the truth they were.
She wondered who'd been there for her when she was gripped by the Void. Who held her through the madness, if anyone at all? Had she been alone then, too? Had her Lord's abandonment already begun?
(She thought of Ezra; how he'd moved far away and changed his name, doing anything within his power to forget the past and pretend his real family never existed. It didn't bother her most of the time, but Robin's mind wasn't always consistent. There were days when she felt she'd been erased, and it filled her with something too rotten to be grief.) ]
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She wondered who'd been there for her when she was gripped by the Void. Who held her through the madness, if anyone at all? Had she been alone then, too? Had her Lord's abandonment already begun?
(She thought of Ezra; how he'd moved far away and changed his name, doing anything within his power to forget the past and pretend his real family never existed. It didn't bother her most of the time, but Robin's mind wasn't always consistent. There were days when she felt she'd been erased, and it filled her with something too rotten to be grief.) ]
I don't mind staying. If you want me to.