[He's not sure what's going on here. Being tossed into this whole thing blind, he hasn't had much of a chance to figure out where is where and what is what. Something dire happened at this place. Death -- because what else would a vigil be for?]
[Information is mostly why he's here. There was an attack -- he's gathered that. But why? How come there are so many robots here? Those... he's not sure what to make of those. The only robots he'd ever run across were the Gladiator in the castle, Pidge's late Rover, and, well... half the Galra sentries. Needless to say, they put him a little on edge.]
[So he keeps his distance. Hanging on the fringes of the crowd, and just watching. Quietly. Trying to blend into the background by virtue of sticking with black clothing. Once you had a motif to go with, it was sort of hard to break.]
[Of course, being on the edges means when said rabble rousers show up, they're going to inevitably jostle him.]
[One hopes matters are sorted before Public Security arrives.]
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[Information is mostly why he's here. There was an attack -- he's gathered that. But why? How come there are so many robots here? Those... he's not sure what to make of those. The only robots he'd ever run across were the Gladiator in the castle, Pidge's late Rover, and, well... half the Galra sentries. Needless to say, they put him a little on edge.]
[So he keeps his distance. Hanging on the fringes of the crowd, and just watching. Quietly. Trying to blend into the background by virtue of sticking with black clothing. Once you had a motif to go with, it was sort of hard to break.]
[Of course, being on the edges means when said rabble rousers show up, they're going to inevitably jostle him.]
[One hopes matters are sorted before Public Security arrives.]