"Well," Robin says a little awkwardly, one corner of his mouth raising in an expression that looks more like pain than humor. He folds his arms over his chest and leans back thoughtfully in his office chair, dropping his heels on the edge of his desk.
"I can't see ghosts or spirits or anything like that. My eyes are just normal eyes, after all. And where I can sense that something else is around, I have to encounter something before I can understand it. I just frankly haven't encountered that many. I have no reason to approach something I can't see. The things I deal with ... are material things. I'm interested in what I can touch and hold, physical things. You can't go drinking with a spirit, can you? Or dance with them, or steal their things, or anything like that. It's just a matter of usefulness. They're of not much use to me. No offense."
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Date: 2013-12-29 04:44 am (UTC)"I can't see ghosts or spirits or anything like that. My eyes are just normal eyes, after all. And where I can sense that something else is around, I have to encounter something before I can understand it. I just frankly haven't encountered that many. I have no reason to approach something I can't see. The things I deal with ... are material things. I'm interested in what I can touch and hold, physical things. You can't go drinking with a spirit, can you? Or dance with them, or steal their things, or anything like that. It's just a matter of usefulness. They're of not much use to me. No offense."