He remembers what he felt. During his corruption, his thought process, how even his mind and emotions went blank; the contempt he felt for Mister LaRusso, the way he created stories and led people on, threatened them and the people they cared about just for a reaction. How he pierced Sunny's good eye, and then reversed it to a state like it never happened.
How he made Mister LaRusso bleed. And bleed, and bleed, and bleed for him until nearly--
(How the thought of him nearly dying brought on some kind of peace in him, until--suddenly, without reason, just like all his reasoning then--it didn't.)
Robby doesn't resist the one-armed embrace. He breathes, like Mister LaRusso always told him to, to bring him back into focus; when his skin otherwise burns, and he worries, fears about what he's brought between them. But he knows he shouldn't panic, or worry; he can't withdraw, he said he wouldn't do that again.
He can't fear this.
"Okay." He doesn't speak up until after Mister LaRusso's finished; until he's done telling himself that this is alright--that there's been no mention of taking back their bonding, that the man who's to be his dad isn't mad (wasn't, and isn't, now). His eyes flutter close for a moment as he tells himself--this is okay.
"I'm sorry for bringing it up." For suggesting it, for thinking it was alright; he should listen to Luck more, maybe.
"I won't do anything stupid when we do the bond." ...because if there's a worry in his future (present?) dad about that now, he should reassure him before he suggests they don't use blood--when Robby would rather they do, and have the closer connection for it.
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How he made Mister LaRusso bleed. And bleed, and bleed, and bleed for him until nearly--
(How the thought of him nearly dying brought on some kind of peace in him, until--suddenly, without reason, just like all his reasoning then--it didn't.)
Robby doesn't resist the one-armed embrace. He breathes, like Mister LaRusso always told him to, to bring him back into focus; when his skin otherwise burns, and he worries, fears about what he's brought between them. But he knows he shouldn't panic, or worry; he can't withdraw, he said he wouldn't do that again.
He can't fear this.
"Okay." He doesn't speak up until after Mister LaRusso's finished; until he's done telling himself that this is alright--that there's been no mention of taking back their bonding, that the man who's to be his dad isn't mad (wasn't, and isn't, now). His eyes flutter close for a moment as he tells himself--this is okay.
"I'm sorry for bringing it up." For suggesting it, for thinking it was alright; he should listen to Luck more, maybe.
"I won't do anything stupid when we do the bond." ...because if there's a worry in his future (present?) dad about that now, he should reassure him before he suggests they don't use blood--when Robby would rather they do, and have the closer connection for it.
They can't shy away now.