He couldn't remember the story behind that dagger but it was important to him. He'd had it on him as long as he could remember, possibly even longer than he'd known Robin. That alone was something rare for him. Memories that weren't horrible before he met Robin. He wouldn't just give up that weapon with ease. He had yet to see the scars on Robin's hand, but the chances were that day was coming when he would. He didn't miss very many things when it came to Robin and his well being.
Much followed Robin. Anywhere Robin went, so did he. Except today. He'd gone off on his own and everything had slipped into a downward spiral. He'd only just begun to feel better too after the heavy cloud that loomed over them both was finally starting to lift. Most of Robin's comments he'd said in his fits of anger rolled right off the servant, but simple stuck with him. It was something he'd felt even before Robin, just nobody ever voiced it until then.
The burn wasn't very deep, but the mental wounds on the other hand were different. Much hadn't cried since they were kids, but it looked as though he might. In that way he was thankful for the rain, maybe if it did happen nobody would notice and they could go along their way without mentioning it.
Fortunately he hadn't because Robin was asking more questions and he answered with little hesitation despite not exactly wanting to. "I duno her name. She wouldn't give it, told her mine though. Hers must be worse."