[voice | Robin]

[pixieboots]

[ The silence in the background is full and steady, which makes the fast, uneven breathing behind the tablet a little more out of place than it might have been. ]

My friend, he- Jericho. [ a huffed breath out. ]

They- it wasn’t even an accident. He didn’t have a pulse when I... when I got here. [ not a certainty, the accident part. but a guess. a good guess his head's rushing to already, but he's too upset, too angry to think it through right now. ]

I don’t know how long it’s been but you- you could tell that with the right equipment. With the fractures and the head trauma that’s- that’s a lot of- [ work to do is what he doesn’t say.

no he won’t say that. ]

Whatever it takes, I’ll- whatever the white coats use to bring people back, we’ve gotta use that. There has to be a way, there just...

There has to be.

Comments

no never!!

[pixieboots]

Yeah, he-

Of course he'll be back.

[ :c ]

oh ok c:

[breakin_ur_lore]

[On one hand, he doesn't want to ask this, because it's going to upset Robin more and frankly it'll probably upset Med'an too...but he doesn't know what else to say, and he feels like he has to know, so it just sort of pops out - ]

What did you find? With....with what happened to his body?

\o/

[pixieboots]

A building fell on him.

[ It's easier to keep his voice steady, somehow, in the face of someone else's distress. ]

But he'll... they're gonna bring him back. They have to.

[breakin_ur_lore]

Then...it had to have been an accident. Nobody could make a building fall on someone - [Except they totally could, shut up Med'an, you are dumb and in denial.]