[Robert nods slowly, looking down at his clasped hands in his lap. Okay. He promised he would do this. He owes it to Giles, to the painful memories that sometimes he still wakes up to of Giles dying in front of him; he owes it to his partner to try to do something that would make him happy; he owes it to everybody else not to stand there and die without trying.]
... I... I understand.
...
Maybe it will... g-get easier after awhile. [Part of him feels like he isn't even really a Terran anymore. And Terra wouldn't want him back now, would it?]
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... I... I understand.
...
Maybe it will... g-get easier after awhile. [Part of him feels like he isn't even really a Terran anymore. And Terra wouldn't want him back now, would it?]