( at a certain point, robin comes to terms with the facts. laura not responding means more than just an indifferent shoulder, and she was pretty rotten for assuming that to begin with — the fact that she is, probably, taken makes robin feel outright rotten for the thought in the first place. she's solidified now. assured. there's a thick, steel resolve forming up inside her, taking robin's regular anxiety by the horns and tossing it right out the window.
the fact: laura is in trouble. the secondary fact: robin is going to save her. )
Wherever you are, if you get this, just know I'm not leaving you there, not in a million billion years. I'm gonna find you. Okay!
[ robin doesn't get a response. there's nothing at all, not a peep out of laura, for over a week. it's not until well into the second week that there's a series of spotty messages, barely legible like the panic is making them hard to read. they're not all there, some words drop in and out, some words just appear on their own — SACRIFICED lingers alone for far too long — but the jist of the message is clear: ]
They're doing something to us oh my God I can't get out I think I'm about to get sacrificed what the fuck oh my God no it's worse
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the fact: laura is in trouble. the secondary fact: robin is going to save her. )
Wherever you are, if you get this, just know I'm not leaving you there, not in a million billion years. I'm gonna find you. Okay!
Over!
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They're doing something to us oh my God I can't get out I think I'm about to get sacrificed what the fuck oh my God no it's worse
[ and then, radio silence again. ]