Will
What is it Robin always says? I asked myself, walking alongside Allan to make deliveries in Clun. Everything is a choice. No, that was Marian, and quoted by Robin. Choices, then, must play a huge role in our lives. How was it, then, that most of our choices are unconscious? When something happens, the majority of people react without thinking. What if I could have managed to think before acting, and made different decisions?
What if I hadn't helped Benedict and Luke steal the flour from Gisbourne's stores? That was easy- I'd never have been arrested, nearly hanged, and saved by Robin. I never would have joined the gang, admittedly more out of necessity than anything else. Still, I'd never have met John, Allan, Djaq, or Gwen...
Shut up, I told myself. Think about something else.
What if I hadn't had second thoughts before reaching Scarborough? What if I hadn't persuaded Allan to turn back? We'd have gotten to Scarborough and never realized that the Sheriff was devising a plan to catch all those who were plotting against him. I'd have missed out on everything the gang did after uncovering the hoax. I wouldn't have helped make the black powder that had helped put the mine back out of business. What's more, I wouldn't have met...
Don't start. Just back away from that thought, slowly, I cautioned myself.
But I just couldn't stop my thoughts from lingering on a pair of forest green eyes...
What if I hadn't given up, and kept chasing Gwen, forcing her to return to camp? I wouldn't keep getting this... this horrible ache when I think about her, he answered himself. Instead of this damned brooding...
'Will!' Allan was waving his hand energetically in front of Will's eyes. 'You still in the land of the living?'
Will shook his head to clear it, massaging his aching forehead. 'I'm not sure, Allan. I'm honestly not sure anymore.'