"I have arranged for a ship to meet us at dawn in two days time." Allen said as soon as he arrived.

"Good, very good." John nodded.

Much, who hadn't been paying attention nodded and agreed with what they said.

"Much, you do not even know a word we just said!" Allen exclaimed.

"What?!" Much turned to face them, alarmed.

"Pay attention!" John yelled. Then with a sigh he apologized.

Much swiveled to face them, "I'm just worried." He confessed.

John went and sat next to him, "We all are."

"He'll be fine."

"You're mighty confident aren't you?"

"Aren't you John?" Allen looked John in the eye, but their gaze never met. "You don't think he's gonna make it!" Allen exclaimed, realizing what John was getting at.

"I just don't wanna get my hopes up."

Much stood up, "My master will make it! If there is one thing I know about Robin it's he is as stubborn as a mule! He will not give up without a proper fight!" He yelled, angered by John's lack of support.

"Unless this is what he wants." Allen said barley louder than a whisper.

Much turned to glare at Allen now, "What?!"

"Much, think about it, he's been depressed since Marian died! He has barley eaten, John had to practically force the food down his throat! Maybe he wants to die!"

"No, no he, he wouldn't." Much tried to deny, but the puzzle pieces were connecting, Robin didn't want to be with them any more.

"Maybe," John paused, "Maybe we should just give him what he wants."

Now Allen was angered, "Look he may not fight, but if we were in battle, and he could not fight we would fight for him! And that is what we are going to do now! We are the only chance he has left, we are his army!"

"Haven't we always been his army?"

"You are missing the point John! Robin would stop at no end to make sure that we were safe, now we must do the same for him! And we'll do that by fighting for him, bringing him to Djaq, making sure he gets better!"

Much nodded, "I agree."

John finally gave in, "Well, we have a long ride ahead of us, we must be moving."

"Just wait!" Much finally said. He was bending over Robin, wiping his forehead with a wet cloth.

"Much what are you doing?" Allen walked over. "He's not running a fever or anythin' I checked just before I left."

"I know he doesn't have a fever, but the last time my master had an injury this bad he became ill, and almost died, I will not allow that to happen again!"

"Nor will I, I will fight for Robin!" John agreed.

"We all will!" Allen smiled, and the others smiled back.

A note from me: hey sorry it took me so long to post, and sorry this chapter is so short. To answer a question you might have, no Robin does not die, I would not be able to live with myself if I killed him. But please don't stop reviewing, it's not so hard to click the little button and type a few words. Either you liked it or you hated it, please tell me!