He doesn't know why he did it. He doesn't know how. What he'd become sickened him. He killed her. He ended it. She had hurt him so many times, over and over again, yet he never struck back. He snapped. He just snapped. She was in his way, wounding him yet again, and his blade was in his hand. He didn't think, he just wanted to hurt her the way she did him. He never meant to kill her. He forgot his sword was where it was. He doesn't know. He sees her. Every single time he closes his eyes, he sees her. He smells her. That scene replays in his head. It all seems so real. He can hear her cry of pain when his blade entered her stomach. He can feel her like he did when he held her. He can feel her quick breaths. He can hear the impact she made on the ground when he dropped her. But what haunts him most is what she said. Her last words to him.
I would rather die. I'm going to marry Robin Hood. I love Robin Hood. I love Robin Hood.
Those words haunt him. They will stay with him forever. Those four words broke him.
I love Robin Hood.