[She feels the comm buzz in her closed fist. She tightens her grip.
Hours later dim sunlight creeps in her window and she begins to uncoil, finally looking at the words.
He wouldn't.
Robin's faith should be comforting. She trusts Robin more than she's trusted anyone else in the world. If he says there's another possibility, then how can he be wrong?
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Hours later dim sunlight creeps in her window and she begins to uncoil, finally looking at the words.
He wouldn't.
Robin's faith should be comforting. She trusts Robin more than she's trusted anyone else in the world. If he says there's another possibility, then how can he be wrong?
... But she trusts Kaldur too.
Get traught or get dead...
She just doesn't know what to think any more.]