"…Godfather Robin?"
"…" Robin froze mid-step, his movement cut short as if time itself hesitated. He opened his mouth slightly in confusion, then lifted a finger to point at himself. "Me… a godfather?"
"It is you, without any doubt," the young man said with impeccable politeness. "Father showed us your image more than once." He stepped forward with a respectful smile, bowed deeply, and added with sincere gratitude, "Thank you."
"There must be some kind of misunderstanding here, young man," Robin said quickly, waving both hands as if trying to physically push the misunderstanding away. "I am not your godfather. This is the first time I have ever laid eyes on you."
"But you are the godfather," the young man replied calmly, his tone unwavering. "If not for you, we would never have been born. Isn't that reason enough to grant you the title?" He spread his hands slightly, as if stating an obvious truth. "All the brothers and sisters know the story!"
