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It happened again.
Will had trouble believing it, but he could not deny what had just taken place. Even if it was driving him mad.
And even though he could not understand it, no matter how hard he tried.
Of course, Robin had an explanation for why he could not have done otherwise, but Will could not bear to listen to it any longer. It was always the same, but the words were no more believable - to his ears - than the first time.
He wanted to bang his head against a tree, hoping the pain would help him understand what was going on.
Or even better, he would have banged Robin's head against a tree. Not hard enough to hurt him, of course - he was his friend, after all, even if he was acting idiotically - but in the hope that it would bring him to his senses.
Of course, the best thing would be to smash the Norman bastard's head against a tree with all his strength. Then he would finally be rid of his problem and Robin would no longer have to come up with idiotic explanations as to why they should not kill the knight.
He had such an opportunity that day. A clear field of fire and a situation that - actually - made it necessary to shoot Gisburne, but once again Robin had prevented him from doing so.
Once again, the Norman had escaped him.
Once again, Will almost turned on his friend, so furious that he could not think straight.
Once again he had only one thought: Will it ever stop?