[ He finds the world that Midnight comes from one hard to imagine in return, though he doesn't speak in turn; just lets the failed attempt happen in a quiet second. ]

We have our own problems. Water levels are rising, the world is heating up, and we're the ones doing it. [ Not that Robby is really up about the world, and his tone has an edge of humour that sticks to Robby's expression as he looks back at Midnight. ] Your world would hate it, seeing it taken for granted. But whenever I hear about other places, ours all sound self-made.

But a lot more other people sound better at handling what happens here. How a city can just screw with your head.

[ Or maybe that's unfair, but Robby can't help but see that about most others here: how more well-equipped they are to endure the absurdity of their environment. ]