[let him be it, he's used to this shit

Robin does not want to have this argument about who is suited to face whatever hell is at the center. making a girl cry, though...]

Nobody is gonna cry over me. [who is he convincing?] Jeez. If you wanna flirt with death, be my guest. Don't say I didn't warn you, though.

[so he turns, heading down the path he was already walking down.

the path he's walked for a while, come to think of it.]

Have you still got that lighter on you?