The Doctor's words made fear bubble in Robin's chest. How could this person be a<em>guardian</em>of the<em>Universe?</em>From all she had seen with the Doctor, it seemed like these sort of godlike beings couldn't exist... Or else how would they let the horrible people she'd met wander around without consequence? But in looking at this Celestial Toymaker, Robin could see why. He wasn't any better himself.<br/><br/>As the man's disguise faded out of existence, Robin's breath caught in her throat. Though he looked eccentric, like a slightly crazy grandpa, there was a look in his eye that was disconcerting. It was a little glint of malice, hard to see past the smile, but there nonetheless. It was the kind of crazy that you saw when watching a documentary on psychopaths or cold-blooded killers.<br/><br/>And apparently he was even older than the Doctor, which was hard for Robin to comprehend. She guessed anyone would lose their mind if they were one of the oldest people in the Universe. It was almost a relief when the image of Voldemort washed back over him, since it covered up the true image of his insanity. Robin was shaking, even though she was trying her hardest to keep it under control. Nervously, she looked over at the Doctor.<br/><br/>"Okay, Doctor," she said softly, eyeing the Toymaker warily. "Now would be a good time to... I don't know.. Have a plan or something."