Okay, so now that we've pretty well determined this whole feeling like crap thing is kind of a club a lot of us are gonna need the t-shirts for-

[ Robin doesn't look so hot. But then who does right now? There's tiny beads of sweat balling up where he's just recently wiped them away from his hairline, there's this darkening blue that's ebbing in patches at his mouth. He looks pale, which isn't so shocking when you consider what else his body's going through right now. Normally he wouldn't even post to the network like this, but all things considered, well. ]

[ He plants a hand onto the mattress underneath him, edging himself a bit more upright. His face twinges like he might wince, but he holds it in. ]

This isn't gonna make a lot of sense to a whole lot of you, so sorry about that, but for the people it does, [ and he leans in a little meaningfully, pressing his sunglasses firmly up his nose, ] we have gotta get a better way to communicate. Look, I can make a filter, but I have to know what numbers I'm dealing with here. It's a big ship. And I've got twenty bucks on me missing a person or two who might be here and I just haven't tripped over yet.

So. Assemble, or whatever.

[The feed starts and all you see is Superboy's bemused face. He's obviously having second thoughts about this already... but there's no going back.]

Uh, so. Something happened. I know it's been a while since that stuff with the gas happened, but I don't know how to make things better.

And I'm not good with words, either. So I tried to make holograms to explain what happened, but I'm not as good with the machinery in here yet to manage that... have some drawings instead.

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I totally broke his back. So... uh, how do you say 'sorry' to somebody when you've done something like this?