Robin listens, humming a single note in thought, but not answering.
If he is to believe Phalanx--and he has no real reason not to--then he has to accept that some part of them is old enough to have worked on electrical lines, installed them in homes, and likely back in a time where that kind of thing was commonplace. That was a world of skyscrapers, digital information, cross-country communication, but it was so long ago that even Robin has a hard time remembering that it even happened, sometimes.
The only way a spirit could survive that long is inside of a host. Has Phalanx--or their physical form, at least--been around since before the world ended? And if so, does he have any chance in all the Gods' Kingdoms of ever finding a trace of what created them, how they were created, or why?
And that's his best theory, the strongest case he's built so far. The others are so vague or so theoretical that he doesn't have a clue where to start looking. It'd take a Gods-sent miracle to connect any of those dots.
In their short time together, Robin has already gotten the impression that Phalanx is always at least partially aware of what Robin is mulling over--so he gives it a voice. It's the polite thing to do.
"You're a very curious collection of people, Phalanx." He smiles, glancing over to see if their face or hair has changed since the last time he looked, "I'd like to find out where you came from, but I'll admit that I'm not sure where to start."
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If he is to believe Phalanx--and he has no real reason not to--then he has to accept that some part of them is old enough to have worked on electrical lines, installed them in homes, and likely back in a time where that kind of thing was commonplace. That was a world of skyscrapers, digital information, cross-country communication, but it was so long ago that even Robin has a hard time remembering that it even happened, sometimes.
The only way a spirit could survive that long is inside of a host. Has Phalanx--or their physical form, at least--been around since before the world ended? And if so, does he have any chance in all the Gods' Kingdoms of ever finding a trace of what created them, how they were created, or why?
And that's his best theory, the strongest case he's built so far. The others are so vague or so theoretical that he doesn't have a clue where to start looking. It'd take a Gods-sent miracle to connect any of those dots.
In their short time together, Robin has already gotten the impression that Phalanx is always at least partially aware of what Robin is mulling over--so he gives it a voice. It's the polite thing to do.
"You're a very curious collection of people, Phalanx." He smiles, glancing over to see if their face or hair has changed since the last time he looked, "I'd like to find out where you came from, but I'll admit that I'm not sure where to start."