‘Perhaps two dozen to start,’ said Robin. There must have been hundreds of rods in the room. He had the impulse to kick them all down, to just grab one and use it to bat down the others. ‘Don’t we want to be dramatic?’
I am absolutely loving how increasingly unhinged Robin is becoming. Now pushed so far to the brink not only by the innumerable injustices he's witnessed, played a part in, and was complicit in, in such a short amount of time, but also the absolute betrayal of someone he thought he could trust, leading to the death of his loved one. It just showed him that they will never understand or care.
