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Allan

We are all chained here together - me, then Much, an' then John. The Sheriff comes to taunt us, and I answer so they don't 'ave to. After he leaves, I am silent again. I look over at Much sagging next to me. I don't know what they did to 'im before, but he looks like 'e's 'urting right now. 'E doesn't look at me, or say anythin'. I suppose it was hard, to be grievin' for Robin, an' then to have 'ope, only to lose it again. 'Cause it was all a trap, 'an Robin is not alive.

He looks so small, standin' here all slumped over. I wish I could 'elp, but I can't. 'E doesn't know how much he an' John mean to me, now that Will and Djaq and Robin and Marian are all gone. He didn't see the small bit I let through when they took 'im. An' I'm not the kind to come out an' say things just 'cause we're dyin', so I guess I'll settle with doin' nothin' besides standin' here and wishing I could help. After all the times I told 'im to shut up, now is one time I really wish 'e would say somethin'. Just so I could know…know… I don't know, somethin'! It just seems wrong for him to be silent.

But 'e's not sayin' anything.

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Much

I don't know why Allan keeps looking at me. I'm sure he must think I'm weak. But Robin is gone, and I don't care what Allan thinks. He finally looks away, and I sneak a small glance in. He rolls his shoulders and then shrugs them together. His hands twitch slightly. He must have an itch.

I don't care.

He is the one who refused to believe that Robin could be alive. But then I remember that he is going to die too, and I forgive him. After all, he was right. Robin is not alive.

He shrugs again, and I can't help but feel sympathy. He may think I'm weak, but he did help rescue me. And he did go with us, even though he didn't believe Robin was alive. And we are going to die together. I wish I could help him, but my hands are chained outside the bars, just like his are. So I don't say anything, afraid that if I did, he would shove my sympathy away. He doesn't know how much he and John mean to me, now that Robin is gone. They are all I have left. And we are going to die. Together.

I look back at the ground and resist the urge to fill the silence. Robin is gone.

Soon we will be, too.