"…What?" The Elder raised a single, sharp eyebrow, his gaze fixed on Robin with a mixture of curiosity and mild irritation. "Why are you staring at me like that? Speak plainly—what is going through your mind?"
"You can't simply ask me to do something—and then make my reward the exact same thing I am being asked to do," Robin said, shaking his head firmly, his eyes flashing with frustration. "You are asking me to kill the nascent space beasts on behalf of the universe, to risk my life, to act as the executioner for forces I did not summon, and then you try to convince me that the corpses of the very creatures I kill will somehow be my reward. What exactly kind of reasoning is this? How is that fair, or even logical?"
