"It's impossible—!!" Morgana screamed out instinctively, the cry bursting from her chest before she could even think. Yet almost at once, her voice faltered and died away... because before her eyes stood Robin, wearing nothing more than a faint, simple smile. And in that smile, there was not the slightest hesitation, not the faintest trace of doubt. He truly believed he could do it.
No... not just believed—he knew. He really could do it.
"...Is this the same method you used to heal yourself, and your followers as well?" Morgana's voice trembled, though she tried to steady it.
Moments before she had lost consciousness earlier, her mind had been filled with only one question: how had Robin survived? She had seen it with her very own eyes—the vile, malignant energy ravaging his body, clawing at his soul.
