[Robin, as it happens, is already in the library when she hears him, his voice coming through the air rather than the journal. She pauses for a moment, wondering whether she should find him and intrude. It seems almost cruel to remind him of what he doesn't have any more. But... at least she can say something]
[She finds him sitting at the table, eyeing his blueprints as she leans against the shelf]
19th morning
[She finds him sitting at the table, eyeing his blueprints as she leans against the shelf]
Going somewhere?