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20cent_outlaw ([info]20cent_outlaw) wrote in [info]nevermore_logs,
“But he caught up with me and knew—-he just knew I was lying and I should have been prepared. I should have staged this better,” it was clear it upset her, because this was why Robin trusted her—-and it backfired. “I know most of you think he’s just the Sheriff’s lackey, but he’s so much smarter than I thought and I catch criminals. He’s very perceptive.” Gisborne would get Robin one day, because she could feel the rage built inside of him.

"You shouldn't've had to stage it at all," Much said, climbing onto the couch beside her so he could pull her into his arms, safe, protected and close. "He's too dangerous to go at alone. Someone should have been there." (I, he thought, I should've been there.) "Where was Robin, when you were taking Guy back to your fake apartment, huh? Where was he?"

“Robin wasn’t there—-“ she said in a whispered voice. Pet of her had maybe thought he would be, but Robin had already instructed what he wanted to happen to push this along. “I think we all dumbed Gisborne down and I wasn’t prepared.” She could not get beyond the fact she’d failed. It really struck her hard, more than that slap on her cheek.

Robin. Wasn't. There.

Oh Much was so mad! What the hell was he thinking? Would he have dared to leave them alone, if it had been Marian in Leila's place?!

Much was so goddamn mad.

"I'm sorry," he said, tightening his arms around her. "You're safe now, okay. You're out. It's done. You don't ever have to pretend to be nice to him ever again."

"If he finds out who I am---" her face started to tear up because this was the part that really got to her, "I'm no use to you, to Rob, to the whole lot." Leila prided herself on what talents she had, that she was strong and sure of herself. This was a Leila not sure of anything.

"Leila," Much pulled back and took her face in both of his hands, so she'd look at him, so she'd see how serious he was. "You are worth so much more than one stinking mission, don't even think that." He was quivering with how mad he was at Rob for making her feel this way. For all of them, for making her feel she had to prove herself, just cos she was new.

"I'm sorry," she said in a whisper, because she had nothing else she knew to say. His eyes pierced her, and his words penatrated all her nerves and anxiety. "I don't fail things," she thought she might be sick. Much was the only one that didn't make her feel she had to prove any part of herself. "I just wanted to deliver some good news, I didn't want to end up like this." She couldn't help it, it made her feel so small.

"Don't be sorry," he said, shaking his head again. "Gisborne's the one who's going to be sorry, alright? He's the bad guy here. You tried. You didn't want to do it and you still did, it's not your fault it didn't work. Rob should've never let you go without backup, or I should have muscled in and gone with you." He took a deep breathe. "Look, fuck, at least it's over now, right? You don't have to ever try be nice to him again."



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