[ Robby will take the cart--he doesn't mind it. There's some resistance to it, but it doesn't bother him, even if the idea of making bombs has been sidetracked some by the reveal he just blew up on Prompto's day already.

But maybe their talk can be casual, he thinks. Casual enough. And it seems to lead that way, with some remark about network talking on his mind--it's a pain in the ass, he knows--but then Prompto says what he does, and. The cart gets stuck for a second, stops Robby, who looks at Prompto and then down at the packaging before him, his lips pressing tightly because he knows the answer, but-- ]

If we don't give them the results they want. [ It takes a few seconds for him to respond, plain-voiced. The thought of death doesn't really please him, but sometimes, it's easier to talk about than others; sometimes, he doesn't think about himself dying. Unlike now, feeling vunerable, knowing it's in their future and waiting to happen. But that's the situation they're in, isn't it?

But if he's being honest, though it doesn't really make him feel that great... ] Then they'll start again, with other people. Um-- We think they reuse people, you know? How people come back after dying here. But they still end it with killing everyone. No one knows if they have to.

[ Just that they do. ]