[Robin takes a moment to reflect on that. Does it bother him, not remembering his past? Sometimes he wonders about it - how could he not, after all? There's just a blank canvas where so many things ought to be, leaving him to wonder what manner of man he was beforehand, and whether he was any different at all.
He also doesn't know if there are people he's forgotten. Important people he may have loved, or who loved him. His life and his memory are doubtless ill-matched, and in his mind his recollection might just be a sheet of paper with very little written on it. More each day, to be sure, but far less than someone his age ought to have.
For all that, though, he still shakes his head after brief consideration]
No, not particularly.
[He can say as much with a small smile, perhaps because of the sentiment behind it]
It seems to me that my life is quite full as it is. So what could I be missing?
[For Robin, it's enough that he's surrounded by those he counts as friends and allies. Swords they may be, but they're no less people in his eyes than anyone he might've once known]
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He also doesn't know if there are people he's forgotten. Important people he may have loved, or who loved him. His life and his memory are doubtless ill-matched, and in his mind his recollection might just be a sheet of paper with very little written on it. More each day, to be sure, but far less than someone his age ought to have.
For all that, though, he still shakes his head after brief consideration]
No, not particularly.
[He can say as much with a small smile, perhaps because of the sentiment behind it]
It seems to me that my life is quite full as it is. So what could I be missing?
[For Robin, it's enough that he's surrounded by those he counts as friends and allies. Swords they may be, but they're no less people in his eyes than anyone he might've once known]