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Robin was dying in Little John's arms and Will didn't know what to do. That woman had killed him, but Robin just asked for his bow. As the arrow flew and Robin sighed, Will covered his face and cried.
John didn't say anything for a long time but Will felt a hand on his shoulder, "Did all we could."
"Shoulda stopped 'er. 'e just canna die."
Then John just held him and they cried in that quiet room where no one can see them for the man that gave them another chance at life.