[It doesn't take Robin long to amass those scattered notes into a cohesive stack, patting the edges into order. At least it's less of a haphazard mess now, though his books still form an array around his desk that one could call anything but tidy. He knows precisely where everything is, and for the moment he considers that fine enough.

With at least some tidying attended to, Robin spares the page on top of the stack a lingering glance for a beat. Another drawing, and though stylized, he knows precisely who it's supposed to be. He's no artist, but he can appreciate the details]

On the contrary, I've often thought I don't do nearly enough.

[Having said this he looks back up from the notes, squaring his shoulders and standing as tall as he might. Strategy is one area in which Robin can really do something, and he considers it his responsibility, above all else. If he falls short there, he'd be letting others down.

And he cares about them, all other factors aside. Losses because of his lack of commitment are something he can't accept]

It's not as though I'm bearing any hardship. [But in the face of that concern, he supposes he can admit one thing] Though I might do well to pace myself a bit better.

[Just a little]