he knew he'd do something, hoped he'd be driven to action, but this--he doesn't know if it's good or bad, right or wrong, barely recognizes the shout that fills his awareness as something that could come from of Coil, but it is. It's Coil's voice. and all his intentions are put aside with the immediacy, the weight of what he's just done.
Robin takes the sides of his face and keeps him there, his own thoughts clear and simple. 'Why?' He needs to know. Needs to know more than anything. 'Tell me.']
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he knew he'd do something, hoped he'd be driven to action, but this--he doesn't know if it's good or bad, right or wrong, barely recognizes the shout that fills his awareness as something that could come from of Coil, but it is. It's Coil's voice. and all his intentions are put aside with the immediacy, the weight of what he's just done.
Robin takes the sides of his face and keeps him there, his own thoughts clear and simple. 'Why?' He needs to know. Needs to know more than anything. 'Tell me.']