Leo and I visited Robin at lunch yesterday. We brought her some food. The guards felt the need to look through it before they let me give it to her, like I was going to hide a lockpick in her mashed potatoes or something. Christ almighty.
The conversation that came after was awkward, like most of my chats with Robin these days. She used to be so carefree. Now... well, now she's got the end of the world to think about, and the thought's been drilled into her head that it's her fault.
I can't say I blame her for feeling unhappy.
On an unrelated note, nobody at ARC reads this blog. They don't know it exists, actually.
I'm starting to get a bit of an idea.
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