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Robin Hood is the Prince of Thieves (robinofthehood) wrote in wariscoming,

"I have given you the benefit of the doubt thus far, have I not?" His tone was light again. Gisborne was right in that Robin would not kill him unless he gave him reason. He abhorred killing now. That was no secret. And he had taken in a lot of what he'd been told. And despite a general dislike of the man walking beside him, he was someone Robin knew in an unfamiliar place. And had answers that he himself did not, as yet. He was, for the time being, worth having around.

"One war in this lifetime is enough for me." Was enough for anyone. And Robin had no want to have been transported to a new place only to face new enemies. He had had enough of killing, of death. Had thought upon his return to England that he was done with it, only to face a new battle.

He looked up at the building when they stopped at its entrance, before his gaze lowered back to Gisborne. It was the thought of not wanting more battles in mind that he spoke. Though the words were foreign on his tongue, when it came to addressing him. "Thank you, Gisborne. I may regret saying that later, but I would not have known she was here if you hadn't told me. I don't doubt that was hard for you to do."