[It's okay, Robert was probably finished weeping at the people he wanted to weep at, now.
... Except for Don, of course. He looks up at the turtle with bloodshot eyes, searching his face; his arms, weak as they are, immediately wrap around his smooth sides. He hates this - knowing that in two days his partner will go off to war and there is absolutely, literally nothing that he can do about it. Nobody to protest to, no claims to file, no forms to veto, no Council to discuss with... nothing. He's absolutely helpless.]
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... W-Will... will you b-be alright? I, I a-asked if, if p-perhaps Ms. D-Daisy would... a-assist you, but, b-but I know you... [He hesitates here, but -] ... c-can fight.
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... Except for Don, of course. He looks up at the turtle with bloodshot eyes, searching his face; his arms, weak as they are, immediately wrap around his smooth sides. He hates this - knowing that in two days his partner will go off to war and there is absolutely, literally nothing that he can do about it. Nobody to protest to, no claims to file, no forms to veto, no Council to discuss with... nothing. He's absolutely helpless.]
...
... W-Will... will you b-be alright? I, I a-asked if, if p-perhaps Ms. D-Daisy would... a-assist you, but, b-but I know you... [He hesitates here, but -] ... c-can fight.
... Wh-why did they have to take you now...?