Omi didn't exactly forget that Robin was still next to him, but external environment did take something of a necessary backseat. For a good minute, he was trapped in his own mind, buried in new thoughts and perspectives and for now just trying to find his way back out so he could sort through them properly.

As he returned to a point of cognizance of his surroundings, the next challenge became what in the world he was supposed to say to the boy next to him. Admitting Robin was right was too painful. Denying it was beyond Omi's current capacity.

Part of him wanted to ask what it was Robin wanted from him, but it seemed a horribly unkind response to someone who had, Omi was sure, exposed himself in an uncomfortable (and probably uncharacteristic) way in an effort to help him. However harsh it had been... Omi did not doubt good intentions.

And yet he did have to wonder why Robin thought him worth it. He'd made no effort to hide his contempt. With that in mind, Omi's natural demeanor was humility as he broke the silence, though he kept his head buried under his hands.

"I understand you've done a lot for me... coming in and talking to me, even about your own life, for the sake of making the point. That couldn't have been easy."

A breath for courage, and Omi continued.

"Can I... ask you a favor? There's a question that I want an answer to."