Omi didn't really register the door opening, but the sick feeling in his stomach came back full force at the sound of Robin's voice. No. Omi must have been wrong. He had died. He was in hell now.

Omi didn't know what he was supposed to say back to the barb, nor did he understand what purpose anyone could have coming in just to make some condescending remarks. Whatever it was, Omi wasn't interested in entertaining it.

After a brief look at Robin solely to acknowledge his presence, Omi lay his head back down on the pillow. He said nothing.