"Your father..."

Robin swallowed. It confirmed what she suspected -- what she already knew -- that this was a memory. She couldn't change what happened here; even if she did, it wouldn't have really changed anything. It was a terrible thought. Robin's eyes sank, slowly, towards the ground.

"I'm sorry," she said, her voice growing quiet. "This was where you grew up? This... world?"

And these soldiers, Robin realized, took her from it.