The furrows in Will's brow deepened as he turned that thought over in his mind. There was some sense to it. If they could weaken the Sheriff, as Athena had suggested, by playing on people's perceptions, then surely the opposite was true as well. But the idea rubbed against him uncomfortably. Could they call themselves heroes still, if they were doing it to build up their own legend? If the end result was the same, if the ill-gotten gains of the rich still found their way to the deserving... well, arguably? But it felt dishonest. Parasitic, kind of.
He'd already been reprimanded for his pessimism, though, so all he said was a noncommittal, "It has been an age since we've done a real job."
(Fifteen-odd years, for him. The last job he'd done with the Merry Men was the one that had landed him in prison. That thought did nothing to settle his unease.)