thisavrou | 002, the afternoon of the 18th

[When Robin had first received her wanted poster in the mail, she had been mortified. When she started receiving messages about it from other people, that emotion changed into one of fear, suspicion and paranoia. The first thing she'd done in response was to head down into the prison planet, away from the Moira and the crew she no longer felt safe around.

It had been more than twenty four hours since then, though , and she's since come to terms with the fact that this isn't a permanent solution. She won't be able to stay on the prison planet forever, and even if she could she certainly didn't want to. Besides the obvious fact that it's a prison, things were starting to get strange down there.

It didn't take long to realize that this isn't the sort of problem she's going to be able to run from - not yet, at least. Even if she isn't ready to board the Moira again, she needs to get out ahead of this problem. ]

This is Nico Robin.

I know some of you got my posters in the mail. I was hoping to know, how many?

[ The first step of dealing with a problem is figuring out how much of one she's dealing with, after all. Maybe if it's just one or two people, she can bribe or threaten them into keeping their mouths shut. Maybe, if she's lucky, she can prevent her face from being associated with that name.]

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oh is that yours?
I thought it looked cool so i stuck it on the wall as a decoration

[Robin's first instinct is to tell him to take it back down but... Well, now she knows of at least five people who received one. And there's probably more in the woodworks if she's honest with herself here.

She's beginning to wonder if it's even worth the effort of trying to keep her identity a secret at this point. How long would she even be able to keep it a secret, anyway? Not long, surely, especially considering that there's somebody out there actively trying to expose her.

She makes a half-hearted attempt anyway.]

It really isn't a decoration.

[Tailgate has a very lax view of criminals, and it probably has something to do with the company he keeps. That meaning the company he keeps are all guilty of one thing or another, so judging people isn't very productive.]

Oh, so it's real?
i dont know what most of that means, but it sounds really impresive

oh and killing is wrong and criminals are bad yada yada

It's real.

Do you think only criminals kill?

No.
I know that heroes kill too
but theres a difference im sure

That depends on who you count as heroes I guess.

heroes are people who save other people
that's pretty simple

It really isn't.

[Sorry Tailgate, she's seen her homeland destroyed and its citizens massacred by people who thought they were saving the rest of the world from them. Justice isn't that simple.]

Why not?

[Jesus Tailgait, she's eight. Don't make her answer such complicated questions.]

Because it isn't.

Is a person a hero if he kills a hundred people because he thinks he's saving a thousand? What if he's not sure the thousand will be saved? What if he is sure, but he's been lied to?

What if you're one of the hundred? Is that man still a hero then?

Edited 2016-04-20 03:27 (UTC)

[And he's six million! There's pretty much no difference.]

Oh.
if this is about the greater good, then I don't know
that's a very sticky subject

002, the afternoon of the 18th

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