"Oh no... oh no..." Robin whispered, placing both hands over his head as if trying to physically contain the panic surging inside his skull. His breathing quickened. His heart thundered like war drums. A silent reel of his life began to unravel in his mind, memory after memory flashing by like pages ripped from a burning book.
Hummm...
the fairy reappeared at the left edge of the mirror, her voice calm and pleasant, as if nothing in the universe had shifted.
She stopped.
Her eyes narrowed slightly in confusion. Robin wasn't responding. He wasn't even seeing her.
His expression wasn't that of someone waiting. It wasn't even one of mild annoyance. His eyes were vacant—disconnected—like someone who had just seen a future they weren't prepared for. Like a man watching his own execution.
she asked gently, the air between them suddenly felt tenser than glass.
"…Matter?" Robin echoed with a voice that sounded hollow, as if it had to crawl its way out from the back of his mind. Then, slowly—like lightning reaching a tree—her words struck him. His eyes refocused, flaring with sudden intensity. "Is something the matter?! You tell me! Weren't you the one who told me to head to the public lobby?! Don't you know what the hell is happening out there?!"
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