Warsman flinched beneath his fingers. It wasn't that he hadn't remembered that Robin was fluent- he just hadn't expected it of the Robin-shaped man wavering in and out of his vision. He hadn't, in fact, expected any sort of interior truth to it at all, and now he'd born witness to it he wasn't sure how to process it anymore. If he could so perfectly mimic him in all the most important ways, if he could sound like him as well as look like him-
He'd stepped forward. Warsman sucked in a breath, frozen by his own indecision. He could stand and fight- he could run- or he could trust the gentle peace offering in those upturned palms and back down now.
He wasn't in any place to trust.
A drunken mirror, he took a great, uneven couple of steps towards Robin. "Y-you're not-" Warsman shook his head, still clasped in one hand, as though he might be able to rattle the words into order. "You're not right! You're lying!" Now both fists were engaged, raised ready to strike the second we was close enough to take a swing. With the wriggling set of his vision he was more likely to miss than to hit, but he couldn't just stand by while some creature misused Robin's shape.
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He'd stepped forward. Warsman sucked in a breath, frozen by his own indecision. He could stand and fight- he could run- or he could trust the gentle peace offering in those upturned palms and back down now.
He wasn't in any place to trust.
A drunken mirror, he took a great, uneven couple of steps towards Robin. "Y-you're not-" Warsman shook his head, still clasped in one hand, as though he might be able to rattle the words into order. "You're not right! You're lying!" Now both fists were engaged, raised ready to strike the second we was close enough to take a swing. With the wriggling set of his vision he was more likely to miss than to hit, but he couldn't just stand by while some creature misused Robin's shape.