halved | catch-all: robin.

[EXTREMELY VALID... i finally got my list together so lmk if you have a pref or any cws to avoid!!

the status of her life and her injuries is that they are both being held together by tape. it's fine.]

I'm okay. Though, I'm disappointed we lost our showers already... [OUR BEACH. GONE.] How are you holding up?

[ i'll take losing the arm or getting betrayed

hope asa has found the swamp by now. the injuries held together by tape get a concerned frown from robin. ]

It would have been nice if we were able to keep them. The beach was soothing in its own way. I'm— [ before she can finish saying she's fine, too, the shadows come. ]

[she will die from sepsis before she willingly touches the swamp... it's fine.

more importantly, SHE GOT SHOT IN THE THROAT? HELLO??? without meaning to, asa touches her hand to her own throat.]

Robin...?

[ asa.... throw away your modern sensibilities... get leeched.

robin's hands remain by her side, from her own willpower, as to fight being dragged back into that memory's mentality. ]

My surgery was a success. There is nothing to worry about anymore.

[you will know she's possessed if she ever gets leeched willingly.]

But, still... [she trails off for a moment, trying to figure how to react to this. after a moment, what she settles on is:] Sorry you got shot. I'm glad you recovered.

Are things better now...? On that planet?

After the incident, I was made to leave the planet by my family. I haven't visited since, much to my regret, so I don't know how it's doing outside of reports.

[ which is a little impersonal for robin's tastes to say whether it's better or not. it's a hard question for her to answer. ]

I'm lucky enough to have access to good medical care.

Ah... Well, I guess it can't be helped. It must have been really scary for your family to almost lose you.

[i realize i still owe you a mem, though, so it's time to get gobbled up by the shadows again. have arm loss.]

[ the chainsaw man has a church? kumbaya?

there's a lot robin doesn't understand about this memory, but what she's getting is that cults are more prevalent than not even if they're called churches. it is a lot of violence in a short amount of time, and even with hsr's out there concepts, this is a bit to the left of what robin is used to.

she is trying to reconcile what happened between the one arm and the scars. ]

... Ms. Asa? Are you... two people...?

[the arm is definitely gone for real. but there is very much a lack of scars on the face of the asa she's looking at right now.

she stares at her and then looks away, shaking her head. with zero additional context:]

I'm not.

Is it too personal to ask... what those scars meant?

I don't know. [a shrug...] They're her scars, but they still appear on my face every time she borrows my body.

[the real answer is that the artist needed a way to distinguish them.]