Anyone else with a ranged weapon would be rightly concerned about accidentally hitting the real Hakuno, but his bow has a way to get around that. There's nothing stopping him from shooting her double in the face but himself. Maybe he's wrong for thinking this way - it's likely he is, in his own estimation - but this seemed like something Hakuno should've done herself. Or, rather, he wasn't sure she would've welcomed the interference.
He wouldn't have, if it had been him.
Robin unfastens the cloak around his shoulders before putting the bow on his back, wringing the cloth out with a grimace. It's not damaged, not any more than it was before he stepped foot in the dungeon, but it'd gotten wet, and as a natural result had gotten the rest of his clothes wet, too. There's not really any point in wearing it right now, because he'll never dry off if he does.]
Hakuno, are you...
[He calls after her as she turns to retrieve her sword, but cuts himself off before he can finish. Of course she's not okay, but if he finishes the question, she'll almost definitely say she is. They'd just talked about this recently, after all.]
You didn't get wet, did you?
[This is the next best thing. Again, he defers to the situation he'd prefer; ignoring that anything happened at all will always be his favored response when something as heavy as this comes up.
The creature had tried to mimic Robin before it realized Hakuno was the more vulnerable target. It mocked him, of course, but it wasn't anything he hadn't thought about himself already. But it had asked him something, just before it changed form. "Do you really think you deserve everything she's done for you?"
If he can't even talk about something that's obviously making her upset, he decides, then no. He doesn't. But it's not like he didn't already know that, either.]
SLAMS INTO I WITH THE FORCE OF A THOUSAND SUNS
Anyone else with a ranged weapon would be rightly concerned about accidentally hitting the real Hakuno, but his bow has a way to get around that. There's nothing stopping him from shooting her double in the face but himself. Maybe he's wrong for thinking this way - it's likely he is, in his own estimation - but this seemed like something Hakuno should've done herself. Or, rather, he wasn't sure she would've welcomed the interference.
He wouldn't have, if it had been him.
Robin unfastens the cloak around his shoulders before putting the bow on his back, wringing the cloth out with a grimace. It's not damaged, not any more than it was before he stepped foot in the dungeon, but it'd gotten wet, and as a natural result had gotten the rest of his clothes wet, too. There's not really any point in wearing it right now, because he'll never dry off if he does.]
Hakuno, are you...
[He calls after her as she turns to retrieve her sword, but cuts himself off before he can finish. Of course she's not okay, but if he finishes the question, she'll almost definitely say she is. They'd just talked about this recently, after all.]
You didn't get wet, did you?
[This is the next best thing. Again, he defers to the situation he'd prefer; ignoring that anything happened at all will always be his favored response when something as heavy as this comes up.
The creature had tried to mimic Robin before it realized Hakuno was the more vulnerable target. It mocked him, of course, but it wasn't anything he hadn't thought about himself already. But it had asked him something, just before it changed form. "Do you really think you deserve everything she's done for you?"
If he can't even talk about something that's obviously making her upset, he decides, then no. He doesn't. But it's not like he didn't already know that, either.]