It wasn't the full picture, but it filled in a few of those gaps. She'd been alone, she said. They weren't built for that. They came as a set, Robin and his Merry Men; take them out of that and who were they anymore?
Will wasn't sure he understood. But he thought maybe he might, a little.
He remembered the feel of that dark, aching pit. The longing for something he hadn't even known he'd lost. And he remembered, in the space between when things had gotten bad and when they'd turned into a nightmare, the moment the cop he hadn't recognised as Gisborne had forced eye contact and Will had felt the most unaccountable sense of familiarity.
It wasn't the same, of course. But maybe it wasn't so wildly different, either.
"He was the first person from home you'd seen in, what, how long?" Will asked. "I dunno... naive, sure. But I get wanting to believe that. It's like you said, none of us were made to be alone."