'And if that makes me a criminal …' Theoretically. 'Whatever. If it does, then lock me up. Maybe I'll meet some real friends in prison. At least they wouldn't just leave me. Until their sentences are up, anyway.' … 'Um, Robin? Is there something on my face?' No, I just … it's a curious sort of loneliness, isn't it? Making conversation, but never a connection? I've known it far too well.