"...Robin, do you want another chance?"
Robin let out a sharp, almost mocking laugh, the sound echoing faintly.
"What's next? You're going to rewind time for me? Now that would be entertaining."
But the All-Seeing god simply shook his head, a faint, unreadable expression resting on his ageless face. Then he lifted his hand and gestured upward, slowly and deliberately.
"Time travel to the past… is not something I'm offering. That's beyond what I'm willing—or even able—to do."
His tone was firm, but not without a strange softness beneath it.
"But I can pull you out of this current disaster."
Robin tilted his head up slowly, his eyes locking with the humanoid light's gaze. For a long moment, he studied the figure before him with an intensity that could've burned through stone.
"…Do you offer all of your pawns second chances?"
"Never once," the humanoid light replied, his voice as sharp and final as a closing gate.
