"Me?" Jabba pointed toward himself in bewilderment, eyes widening as if trying to make sense of what he'd just heard. Then he turned toward Robin, his tone half incredulous, half amused. "I'm this gentleman's gift?!"
"No, you're not," Robin replied flatly, his voice calm but firm. He shifted his gaze back toward the Cosmic Elder, his brows tightening with visible irritation. "Hey, focus on me, not over there. He came by mistake."
"What do you mean by mistake?!" the old man barked, his frail body jerking upright as if struck by lightning. He tried to stand but stumbled, then began hopping toward Jabba on one leg, his voice trembling with intensity. "Can't you see what's happening to this boy's body?! It's impossible!"
Then—
Shhhhhhkkk!
The sound tore through the air. The bandage wrapped around the old man's face split open, unraveling like burned paper and falling to the ground. What lay beneath made the air itself shiver: two empty, hollow sockets where his eyes should've been.
