Part 708: Robin A

Ah, there you are, Robin. Are you ready for our next discussion on how to properly enjoy armor?

Kjelle, you don't enjoy armor. You LOVE armor. You're consumed by it! Infatuated! Maybe even obsessed!

Obsessed? Me?

Well, it's not necessarily a bad thing, of course... It's just... hard to talk with you about anything else, and, er...

No, no. It's fine. I get it, Robin. I'm boring you, aren't I? I start talking about armor, and then I just won't shut up. Armor this and armor that and blah-dee blah-dee blaaah. You hate me now, don't you? You hate the very sight of me.

What?! Kjelle, that's absurd! I... I enjoy your company very much.

And I don't hate armor, either, you know. You're just so serious about it! I mean, how did this happen? Where did this mad obsession even come from?

*Sigh* You want to know why I care about armor so much, Robin? ...It's because armor was my only friend.

I don't understand...?

In my future, humanity was on the verge of extinction. Risen roamed the land. My life depended on my armor. Long after my comrades and parents were dead and gone, it yet protected me. In the end, it was all I had left. It was constant. It never deserted me.

.....

It's thanks to my armor that I'm still alive today to talk about it. Do you see now? Armor isn't just gear. It's a friend to whom I owe my life.

But that was then... Now you have something better you can rely on.

...Better armor, you mean?

No! Us, Kjelle! Your friends! Look around the camp. Don't you see how many people here care about you? When we all stand together, nothing can possibly harm you.

You make a convincing case, Robin. But I don't want to be protected- I want to protect my comrades in turn!

No one would ask any less of you, because we all feel the same. We all watch out for each other.

Now THAT'S the best kind of armor there is!