[ She remembered what Ianthe told her about the Void, its corruption, the pull that lingered long after the worst had passed. Sometimes she wished she could tell her about the markings inside her head. Robin could never escape them; they'd always be a reminder of what Mother turned her into, living and breathing under her skin. Only one person knew about the Flood here, and that was already one too many people, but the words were stuck in her throat, begging to come out. Feeling for anything that may be imprisoned in Ianthe as well. ]
I know. [ Quietly, ] I know.
[ Looking ahead, Robin rested her head on the other woman's shoulder. ]
It sees the emptiness that was left behind.
[ In another life, had Ezra been here and left, Robin may have felt that same temptation, and she couldn't say for certain that she would have resisted it for very long. ]
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I know. [ Quietly, ] I know.
[ Looking ahead, Robin rested her head on the other woman's shoulder. ]
It sees the emptiness that was left behind.
[ In another life, had Ezra been here and left, Robin may have felt that same temptation, and she couldn't say for certain that she would have resisted it for very long. ]