she should be laughing. oh, wasn’t it oh so funny? robin hood laughs in the face of death! had it not been what he said to her, the very first time he chanced upon her, with flames in her eyes and fear in her hair? yet now he is — and not laughing. she isn’t sure whether she’s laughing or crying any more.

’ NO, robin! you will NOT die! do you hear me, or have those abnormally large ears of yours lost their power? did you not once tell me that robin hood laughs in the face of death?! well,
                                                                                                  L A U G H, robin. LAUGH. 
l a u g h, damn you! please. oh, think of your lady. think of your friends. think of… think of… ’ of me. who will teach me how to survive? who will make me laugh? there are definite tears rolling down her face as she pressures her trembling hand to his wound. ’ i will be very angry if you dare die. you do not have my leave to die. not today. not right now. not like this. you deserve to die in glory. people will sing songs of your death. this isn’t… this isn’t worthy of robin hood. please, robin.

                                     stay                  with                       me. ‘ 

     ( And he sniggers, he cannot help but be amused by that. )
                                       ❛— My ears are not THAT large.❜
                   ( A grin pulls across his expression as he looks towards the other,
                     however it does not last as long as it should. A small hiss of pain
                     escapes him as she presses against the wound. )

            ❛Ow.  C a r e f u l .❜

                          ( His frown grows a little at the mention of his friends. Of Marian.
                             And he lets a sigh slip past his lips. He doesn’t linger on the
                             thought – he cannot. Not if these were to be his last moments.
                             There’s a small tilt to his head as he looks towards the other in
                             an almost mocking way, and he wipes the tears from her face
                             with his fingertips. )

                                       ❛— Stop crying over me. Unless you’re
                                               laughing at my jokes, in which case
                                               please do continue.❜
                                                       ( And then he chuckles. )
                   ❛I don’t plan on going anywhere, alright ?❜
                                    ❛How good are you with a needle ?❜