Robbie hurt Dipper! Isn't he hurt enough? Am I getting burned up again, Mr. Robbie?
The keening is a comfort, as is the softening of that wrecked face into a vulnerable expression. Who could have done that to him? Robbie fumbles around slippery secondhand knowledge. There's that mutant who makes people ugly - is she here? Is she still a mutant? Angel would know.
The only angels here are circling him. "I know you don't mean that. You're a good kid, D. I didn't want to hurt you, either."
Stop lying! You attacked him! He's supposed to be your friend! Robbie doesn't have friends. Speedball beats them all up - he don't care. Robbie only cares about himself.
The shadows haven't been so angelic since he defended himself against Dipper. It was a stupid move, using a superhuman ability in front of kids who were killed by a superhuman. Rude. Callous. Maybe they aren't wrong. He doesn't tell them to shut up. "We're going to get you help, come on -"
He's promising help to a cadaver puppet. Who's he kidding? This is hopeless.
Robbie never saves anyone.
Freaking hopeless - it suddenly clicks. "Doctor Strange! He can fix you! Sorcerer Supreme! He can, he can set you right."
He feels oddly triumphant to have come up with a solution. If anyone can regrow eyes and flesh out those spidery limbs, it's the mage. Robbie clings to the warming life ring, and the panic scrabbling at the edges of his mind subsides slightly.
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The keening is a comfort, as is the softening of that wrecked face into a vulnerable expression. Who could have done that to him? Robbie fumbles around slippery secondhand knowledge. There's that mutant who makes people ugly - is she here? Is she still a mutant? Angel would know.
The only angels here are circling him. "I know you don't mean that. You're a good kid, D. I didn't want to hurt you, either."
Stop lying! You attacked him! He's supposed to be your friend! Robbie doesn't have friends. Speedball beats them all up - he don't care. Robbie only cares about himself.
The shadows haven't been so angelic since he defended himself against Dipper. It was a stupid move, using a superhuman ability in front of kids who were killed by a superhuman. Rude. Callous. Maybe they aren't wrong. He doesn't tell them to shut up. "We're going to get you help, come on -"
He's promising help to a cadaver puppet. Who's he kidding? This is hopeless.
Robbie never saves anyone.
Freaking hopeless - it suddenly clicks. "Doctor Strange! He can fix you! Sorcerer Supreme! He can, he can set you right."
He feels oddly triumphant to have come up with a solution. If anyone can regrow eyes and flesh out those spidery limbs, it's the mage. Robbie clings to the warming life ring, and the panic scrabbling at the edges of his mind subsides slightly.
The shadows quiet.