[She lets loose a laugh from her gut, tears beginning to prick at her eyes- a natural response to such prolonged, if artificial, mirth. Obviously.]
Going home, where my life has meaning.
[Robin didn't mean to tell him that. At least not in that way. But she's too distracted, caught up in a fight against herself. She wants to laugh of her own accord, and it's impossible to do so when she's already nearly convulsing due to some strange curse.]
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Going home, where my life has meaning.
[Robin didn't mean to tell him that. At least not in that way. But she's too distracted, caught up in a fight against herself. She wants to laugh of her own accord, and it's impossible to do so when she's already nearly convulsing due to some strange curse.]