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When Trad arrived at Robert's room in the infirmary, he would find the redhead sitting up in his bed and staring out the window. When the shield-bearer approached and tried to see what it was that had captured his attention so much, he would discover that the former team leader didn't appear to be looking at anything in particular at all, and even if he walked in front of the boy's vision, he would receive no reaction. Just constant staring at something thousands of yards away. Or maybe he wasn't looking through the young Oak at all. Maybe the young hunter really was looking at nothing.

However, if Trad was truly determined to snap his teammate out of his strange daze, the shouting of his name or the feeling of a hand on his shoulder would most likely do the trick. "Huh? Oh, hey Trad. Was just doing a bit of daydreaming," Robert said, acting like he hadn't been doing anything strange just moments ago. "What's up?"

The boy certainly looked like he'd seen better days. A quarter of his face was covered in gauze to keep the cut on his head from continuing to bleed, band-aids ran up and along his arms and legs to cover the wounds left by the shrapnel of a missile, and he looked even paler than usual, which was saying quite a lot. However, that still wasn't the worst of it as his hospital gown covered the old childhood injuries on his back and the new one on his chest.

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