Robin scoffs at his, glaring him down out of the corner of her vision.

"My body... My body is perfect.. it is my mind that still resists.. the inmate desire for survival and resistance to change that beats in all life, I am no different. My mind still has many changes to make... So that it may be forged a new... And once this is complete I will ascend and absorb THEM in THEIR entirety. That... That is why I do not seem perfect... Because.... Because I'm not.. but I will be soon.."

Her voice is cold and her words carry an ominous unsaid warning. why... Why do I even need to be perfect... That was fathers dream... Then it should be ours too... she turns back to him, her left eye now housing a pink iris instead of her normal emerald. The change is no longer subtle.

"As for why I insist on helping you it is because as his sibling it is my duty ... Had he not explicitly trusted you with the will I would have demanded you hand it over so that I may carry it out... However as circumstances our different... I at least need to assist in it's completion. This is not up for debate."