He hadn’t been upset when she ate het steak but it seemed her answer was not the one he had been looking for. She couldn’t help it. That was what she really thought and felt. Was there something she was missing? A small wrinkle formed on her brow. He was the one who had asked and though he did not know about her all that much he should have guessed from her story about her sister. Then again she was putting away too much took on his perceptive abilities.<br/><br/>One of those old tails she’d been told about reading minds and stuff. She didn’t believe he could literally read her mind but she’d been thinking of something pretty close to it. Robin had to tell herself that had he had that sort of ability to begin with, he would not have needed that whole interview process. At least not like that. What was she doing arguing with herself? Putting her attention back on Raven she was glad he had not started talking yet. Once he did she felt the floor fall from under her.<br/><br/>Robin was no fainter but she did get shocked. A choice, a choice, how was that a choice? Her mother becomes a vampire or she does? Her heart pounded in her chest, the palm of her hands growing clammy. How could she choose? The hunger in her stomach slowly shifted, she was too nervous to think of food as the plate was pushed to her.<br/><br/>Last steak huh? Her eyes stared at it but she made no move to eat it. Each word he spoke stabbed at her. She was scared, confused, nauseous, annoyed, torn. On the one hand her mother could be completely healed and possibly hate her for the rest of her mortal life.  On the other hand she could be turned. Though she did not believe he would do the same as his master, even if she didn’t know what that all was she knew it was bad. She really didn’t want to run the risk of a possible slip up.<br/><br/>The more she thought about it, surprisingly enough, the calmer she got. When she thought hard enough it made no sense. Why would a slayer be given that choice? They would have killed their vampire for a reason. Why would they want to become one or have someone they loved became one?<br/><br/>Eyes clear of doubt she looked to him and asked, “why?” Before he could answer she continued. Hands moved to the table, a little slick but not bad. Crossing her arms slightly she leaned against her elbows. “What slayer would want that? Wouldn’t the whole purpose was the hatred of vampires and the fact one had killed someone they cared for?” Shaking her head slowly she added. “I can’t chose, I can’t, not with that. It doesn’t make sense.” She didn’t realize she was physically shaking, didn’t realize the fear that was pulling through her despite her efforts to try and stop it.