"Mm." Robin murmured noncommittally, but sympathetically. If she was honest with herself, she didn't; she went from waking up in a field with no memories, save a disturbing vision, into fighting a war against the risen undead and a warlike nation. Normal was, at best, an illusion. She still thought it might be true.

She nodded, then she smiled at him. "Yes," she said. "And meet the people we'll be fighting with, if it comes to that."

All indications were that it would -- or already did.

She thought of the people that she fought with before; the Shepherds, and even the newer recruits from Ferox and other lands. With all of them, they formed some bond that kept them all together even when things went badly. It could be the same here and on every world, she decided. "That, I think, will be key to seeing this through."