halved | catch-all: robin.

[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.]