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From where she was lying on the ground, Robin grimaced. Grim satisfaction had accompanied her successful attack on Sickle, and considering her relatively limited abilities... she'd done better than could have been expected. An attempt at wiping the blood from her face was fruitless, but she'd been ready to at least try and get up. To make the most of what little advantage she'd gained.

At least that was what she had been doing until something ricocheted off of the ground between them, causing her to pause and glance towards the source. It was difficult to hear what the new arrival was saying, even as she turned the side with her good - well, [i]only[/i] ear towards him. Stopping the fight? Maybe that was a good thing, but she couldn't help feeling frustrated. If nothing else, she'd managed to put up good resistance, even with the mismatch.

Still, when she thought it through...

Looking at Sickle, she smirked, her damaged hearing leaving her to speak a little louder than most would. [color=cyan]"Not looking so hot yourself, buddy."[/color] She glanced between her opponent and the newcomer, sighing. [color=cyan]"And isn't this [i]exactly[/i] the day for killing each other?"[/color] Moving to sit up, it was clear that her defiance hadn't faded.

[color=cyan]"I'm not done."[/color] Not by a long shot. Before Sickle could take that opportunity to slice her into ribbons, she continued. [color=cyan]"[b]But[/b]... I can take a break for today. Time out. Don't wanna end things too soon, after all."[/color] And make no mistake, she intended to pursue this one way or another. Why, she didn't know. Maybe she really did have a death-wish, but that didn't feel like the right word for it. While it functioned similarly, his assessment couldn't be more wrong.

She didn't want to stop living. She wanted to [i]start[/i].

It was hard for her to tell what she thought of Sickle. Not... an enemy, not exactly. Certainly not an ally. But there was something about all this that she was desperate to pursue. Maybe just a representation of the goals she'd failed so badly to achieve. At the end of the day, she just had something to prove. Probing the empty space that had once housed her ear, she couldn't hold back a hiss of pain - the bleeding was starting to slow, but as she'd feared it wasn't growing back.

A permanent reminder, then, of whatever this commitment was. [color=cyan]"Good enough for you two, or do we have to hold hands and skip off into the sunset?"[/color]