For years, it has been your greatest wish, a dark hope enclosed in your soul: you wanted to see him dead.
At first because he was a traitor, a danger for your king, then because his sword ripped away half of your heart.
Guy of Gisborne dead: this was your secret wish.
Be careful what you wish for…
Now he's on the floor, still in your arms, finally resting in a never-ending sleep.
...because it may come true.
Your heart weeps for him and for yourself too because soon you'll follow him into eternity.
Your wish, Robin, has been granted.