"Leave him, Kate." He heard John grimace behind him. He was walking away from Tuck, Kate, Archer and John, and he didn't care one bit. He couldn't see where he was going, couldn't see anything beyond Prince John and his deep, ridiculous, frightening, uncharacteristic desire to run him through with several swords. He stumbled over a tree root and fell, feeling the skin leave his hands as he caught himself, feeling the forest soil spread across his face. He pulled himself, with the last bit of energy he had in life, under the nearest tree, and cried. It was silent, at least, but it was never ending. Choking gasps, floods and floods of tears, tears for Robin, tears for Allan, tears for Marian, tears for Will and Djaq, even Carter and Dan Scarlett and Alice and Little Little John and Edward, even Gisbourne, were cause enough to cry. He just sat there, and in snatches of air he was grateful to John for leaving him his moment. But thinking of how they were, in fact, the last two originals left made him break all over again. He clutched hard at his Robin Hood tag until the string snapped, which made him cry harder. Still silent, still undetected, Much the manservant, the broken man, stayed there until the sun went down.