Chapter 10
"Kill him!" stammered Robin. "For what reason?"
Tyrell looked as if he were debating on whether or not to tell Robin why. Robin immediately wondered what was so important about that locket that he had to kill his own father after obtaining it.
"Just trust me," replied Tyrell at last. "You have lives on the line too Robin. If you think about that, I don't think that taking one, measly life is that big a deal."
"Sounds so easy when you say it," thought Robin. But instead of voicing his opinions, he took the knife from Tyrell's outstretched grasp and hid it underneath the cloak he was wearing.
With another deep breath to calm his nerves, Robin walked out into the clearing, ready to face his father.
His father didn't notice that he had entered the clearing at first; he was still occupied on starting the fire. Robin didn't know what to say to his father. He had only seen his father one other time since his father's "resurrection". How were you suppose to talk to a father that you hadn't seen in years?
"Need some help there?" asked Robin aloud; his voice sounding louder than normal for some reason.
As Robin's father stood up and turned to face him, Robin knew why his voice was louder than normal. It was because, for the first time in his life, he was nervous.
"Why Robin!" exclaimed his father in delight; glee lighting up his face. "I'm so happy to see you! Did you and Guy save Archer in time?"
Archer. Robin bit his tongue to consume the words that wanted to fly out of his mouth. His father hadn't seen him in years and the first question that he wanted to ask father-to-son was if Archer was ok. Robin was worried about his mission up until that point. Now he wasn't afraid of being blunt.
Robin's nervousness was consumed by his jealousy.
"Yes, Archer is fine," said Robin with a quick, fake smile. "I have a question for you though, father."
"Well then! Why don't you sit down and we'll talk?" suggested his father motioning for Robin to come closer.
Robin walked over to the fire and sat down beside his father. He went to work starting the fire for his father because, though he was jealous of Archer, he didn't think it was right if his father died of a chill. The knife that Tyrell had given Robin was pressed against Robin's chest, tempting him to use its blade on his father and be rid of him once and for all. His jealousy was overriding his logic.
Once Robin had started the fire for his father, his father looked over at him and asked, "So what did you have to ask me?"
Robin was still too jealous to take the gentle approach. Robin didn't realize that he was the jealous type until this moment. Did he really envy lying, theiving Archer that bad?
"What did you do with the locket that you were given?" asked Robin bluntly. "That's all I'm after."
His father looked at him with a pitiful look before saying, "I'm sorry Robin."
What was he sorry about? Was he sorry about failing as a father? Was he sorry about abandoning his son?
"What are you sorry about?" asked Robin confused.
His father looked away from him and into the burning flames of the fire before saying, "I destroyed the locket."