Robin stops he has a will.. Sunday gave his will to Federico... Why.. why didn't he tell me that before... Wait no... He did.. how.. how did I forget that ...

"Oh... Right you told me before... It... Must have slipped my mind.."

Robin seems genuinely uncertain all of a sudden, how.. how... Could I forget that... she seems almost... Hollow compared to normal, her posture is rigid and militaristic like a puppet on a string, her voice is empty, lacking it's signature hum and cadence.

"If you would read it to me.... That would be lovely.."

She is still focusing on the fog over her mind something is wrong... Why can't I remember
...

She starts thinking back further and further, more and more specks seem to be blurry.. there was a long stretch leading up to the announcement of the charmony festival... And another large blot surrounding when she had her limbs perfected... my memory is normally perfect.... Am.i losing my edge?

"In response to your earlier statement I intended to leave the wound as a grounding agent to help stabilize myself, if ... Anything happens I can focus on my pain and it should bring me back...but I suppose you are right.."

let's hear this will and find out who....who our people of interest are...