Cosmic Tome Bullshit 4

… Ahhh. The party is rolling to a close now...

He's left with a lot of feelings in his heart. Everything that happened... feels so surreal in retrospect. The Supreme's introduction... the way they delivered death in front of a crowd. If he wasn't being a jaded little shit, he had to be honest with himself... he found inspiration in her. There were a few things to pick up, take and twist into his own brand of theatrics.

He looks up to the night sky, suddenly lost in deep thought at the implications of that.

...Wasn't it kind of fucked up to think these things?

It wasn't like he was devoid of conscience entirely. It wasn't like he wanted people to die. It's just...

He wanted to show someone what it was like to live on his level. He pictured himself standing over one of those smug idiots who had recoiled away at him at the park. In his darkest fantasies, he had stripped them bare of all that they held dear and cast them down to the hell he had lived through. He humbled them. He showed them they were not beyond his bitter hatred.

--- And this fantasy pierces through his mind. His imagination runs wild unlike anything he had ever experienced in his life! It's as though his destiny was reaching out for him! As though his calling had finally been found! As though some guiding hand had shown him all that he could be!

To show one's true potential. To remind them of what they could unleash if only they learn to accept or defeat their inner demons. Transfixed by the nights sky, Robin stares for hours on end as his mind is lulled into a state of dreamlike wonder. He understands, by now, that what's happening has to be magical in nature. But he is so humbled to be offered such a thing - such an earnest reflection of his inner self.

This is the power the cosmos truly has - not in its rays and meteors - but in it's reflection of the truth. In his understanding of this, Robin realizes both his path his ascension... and his tools of destruction.