Robby's just standing there, staring at him, working out why exactly this guy would be attempting to downplay this. Robby knows what blood looks like; he just isn't quite sure what to make of it, but he can figure out the intent of not telling him. One of two, anyway. ]
...If you don't want to tell me, it's fine. [ This is an answer that's seeing through the bullshit, but his tone is also...accepting. Some shit happened, and Robby's taking his chances that this guy isn't going to manage to overwhelm him, or try any sneaky shit like that. So. Concerned route it is. ] There's no police. No one's gonna come after you. No one knows who runs things around here; but if you try doing some stuff, you're gonna get caught.
[ Which doesn't really help make things less weird, or explain anything, but that's the problem with this city: there's no such thing as becoming less weird, or helpful explanations. ]
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Robby's just standing there, staring at him, working out why exactly this guy would be attempting to downplay this. Robby knows what blood looks like; he just isn't quite sure what to make of it, but he can figure out the intent of not telling him. One of two, anyway. ]
...If you don't want to tell me, it's fine. [ This is an answer that's seeing through the bullshit, but his tone is also...accepting. Some shit happened, and Robby's taking his chances that this guy isn't going to manage to overwhelm him, or try any sneaky shit like that. So. Concerned route it is. ] There's no police. No one's gonna come after you. No one knows who runs things around here; but if you try doing some stuff, you're gonna get caught.
[ Which doesn't really help make things less weird, or explain anything, but that's the problem with this city: there's no such thing as becoming less weird, or helpful explanations. ]