NOTE: For those of you who are reading, thank you very very much. I just like taking moments and expanding them out. So no new adventures here, and certainly no ideas about what should happen between or among Will, Allan, and Djaq (the jury's still out on that one) but just a little nugget of literature about the show that, let's face it, we love. Cheers. (oh yeah and they're not my characters)

"My father, Robin…but my father, Robin…my father, Robin…" How many times had she said that? That excuse, the man she loved but was also disappointed by, but for better or worse the man that was there when Robin wasn't. "You still live with your father…" How many times had she heard Robin say that? As if he had any idea what that really meant. Everything she gave up. But why even bother with that now because she could never again say, "but my father, Robin." And aside from the great grief at losing the person who had been her companion through those years when Nottingham changed, those years when she wasn't supposed to be with her father, but she was—aside from that grief, there was this dread. "Why do you always use your father as an excuse to do nothing?" She almost sealed herself off in toxic marriage, after those years she waited she would have given it up for that kind of marriage, one without love—she almost gave up her very happiness because of "but my father, Robin." But she couldn't do that anymore. Whether she went to the forest or stayed in the castle was her choice. "Everything is a choice, everything we do." She had this choice that never existed before. "Come with me to the forest." How impossible did that seem? Not just because it meant she would be an outlaw and couldn't count on her place in the castle to get herself or the gang out of trouble, but because it meant saying, "Yes, Robin, I want to go into the forest where there are no walls, where there are no windows, where everything is open and everything really is a choice." Could she even live by her own words? And then could she give up the satisfaction of being one woman, the Nightwatchman, to being part of a gang? There was so much to think about, so much to consider, but there was Robin saying "it's good to dream" and that word dream hit her. Oh, she had dreams. And instead of saying, "but my father, Robin" she could just say "Robin." She could be with him. "Come with me to the forest" he whispered and she knew the answer this time.