Robin gave a slow series of nods, his gaze still unwavering, his tone contemplative.
"Hmmm… Hearing this, I don't quite understand something." He folded his arms, pausing a moment for emphasis. "If you're not here to complete many of the requests… then what is it that keeps you lingering in the Chamber of Truth day after day? This place isn't some idle lounge for meditation—it demands a steep toll."
He took a slow step forward, as if the air itself had grown heavier.
"Every 300 hours you spend here burns through resources—resources few can afford. And that's only the financial cost." His eyes narrowed slightly. "Remaining inside the Hall this long leaves your physical body unguarded, disconnected. Unless your soul is strong, too strong, you are left dependent on others to protect you in the material world. Others who could—at any moment—decide your death is worth more than your life."
