Her voice is almost... Monotone it's so different from her regular, even when enraged there is always a singy undertone but now.. now it's just gone.
Robin feels numb. Absolutely numb.. she can barely feel her arm despite the glass shards digging into her knuckles. She needs the sensation, the pain, a reminder of failure.
"This was just as much my failure as it was yours... Has I not slowed you down you would have made it in time, has I not been so injured then perhaps we both could have made it in time... But we didn't"
There is no sobbing there is no strained breathing, by the tone of her voice you'd struggle to tell that there are tears washing down her face. how.. could I fail so badly... How did my ambitions blow up in my face to this extent...was father right?... If... If I had focused on the festival like he said... Then I wouldn't have lost.. I wouldn't have been wounded.. I'd have been able to save him... Maybe.. maybe father is right..no no father was a fool... I think.. her mind feels like a thick haze has blown in clouding her thoughts and blowing them all around.
"When... When we get there... I.. I am family head so normally I would be responsible for funeral rights... I apologize but I am not sure I would be able to give them given the circumstances."
Her voice was still unusually monotone as if her entire world just slipped into autopilot.
Don't worry she hates herself just as much
Her voice is almost... Monotone it's so different from her regular, even when enraged there is always a singy undertone but now.. now it's just gone.
Robin feels numb. Absolutely numb.. she can barely feel her arm despite the glass shards digging into her knuckles. She needs the sensation, the pain, a reminder of failure.
"This was just as much my failure as it was yours... Has I not slowed you down you would have made it in time, has I not been so injured then perhaps we both could have made it in time... But we didn't"
There is no sobbing there is no strained breathing, by the tone of her voice you'd struggle to tell that there are tears washing down her face. how.. could I fail so badly... How did my ambitions blow up in my face to this extent...was father right?... If... If I had focused on the festival like he said... Then I wouldn't have lost.. I wouldn't have been wounded.. I'd have been able to save him... Maybe.. maybe father is right..no no father was a fool... I think.. her mind feels like a thick haze has blown in clouding her thoughts and blowing them all around.
"When... When we get there... I.. I am family head so normally I would be responsible for funeral rights... I apologize but I am not sure I would be able to give them given the circumstances."
Her voice was still unusually monotone as if her entire world just slipped into autopilot.