He thinks he can say it. He makes a small noise, a call to his cat, who hops up onto the bed and curls up next to the girl he's been getting so much affection from. Sitting on his bed in his true form makes Robin feel a little more open about things. This is when he's at his "purest", so to speak, open to everything. That's why he writes all over his walls when he's in here. It feels safe to him.

Can Euri be a part of that? He doesn't know. He knows it'll make her sad, but if he told her, she would just shake her head and insist that she'd be fine.

"There were only ever nine of us at a time." That's sure to raise questions, but the rest is sure to turn her quiet again, "But I'm the only one left, now. It feels selfish."