Phalanx frowns. Though, it's more in their posture than their expression, with the way their head hangs.
Their eyes are black again, of course--not that anyone else in the room is in a position to see it. It's the same as the cards. And Phalanx reaches out to try and fumble one of the upturned cards back over, as if there might be something useful and revealing on the other side. As if, maybe, they'd just been drawn wrong the first time. The weight of Robin's hand, his tugging, pulls them half over to the side, almost out of the chair. It's more like melting than standing.
"No, it's... it's okay, because there's pieces in there..." It's not all hungry blackness. The blackness has dawn in everything they are, you see. It's not that bad, really. "But what about? All the times. All of them...?"
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Their eyes are black again, of course--not that anyone else in the room is in a position to see it. It's the same as the cards. And Phalanx reaches out to try and fumble one of the upturned cards back over, as if there might be something useful and revealing on the other side. As if, maybe, they'd just been drawn wrong the first time. The weight of Robin's hand, his tugging, pulls them half over to the side, almost out of the chair. It's more like melting than standing.
"No, it's... it's okay, because there's pieces in there..." It's not all hungry blackness. The blackness has dawn in everything they are, you see. It's not that bad, really. "But what about? All the times. All of them...?"