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"....." Robin's eyes followed Jabba's body as it descended with unbearable slowness, as if the very air had thickened, fighting against gravity itself to prolong the fall.
From the moment of that single slap to the instant his student's frame struck the stone floor, only a fleeting second had passed. Yet to Robin, that second stretched into an eternity, a cruel mockery of time itself, as though the universe had frozen its gears just to force him to witness every fragment of the descent.
Jabba's eyes remained open, glazed and hollow, and that ridiculous, vacant smile still clung stubbornly to his lips—turning the moment into a grotesque mixture of absurdity and dread.
