Casting his mind back across the past months, more than anything it was the arguments he remembered. Wasn't that they were strangers to lively disagreements; even with Robin in command, there was always a certain amount of bickering. But at the end of the day, Robin was able to cut through the crap and force a decision. And then they'd all run with it, even them that had voiced dissent, because Robin was someone you trusted when it came to the crunch. Robin was someone you'd follow.
Will? He couldn't even hold their crumbling ranks together, let alone get 'em to sit down long enough to agree on owt. Yeah, there'd been the job on the Sheriff's accounts, but... look how fucking well that had gone. They'd knocked the Sheriff for a loop for a few weeks, then he'd come back spitting mad and more dangerous than ever, cos they – Will – had failed on the follow-through. They'd gained fuck-all. And now they were down four, and counting.
His stomach clenched. "And look where we are now," he said miserably. "Some fucking leader."