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He'd talked and eaten and slept, just keep going, that's the thing, but suddenly home feels too far away and everything hurts.
There's a tree, its old and tall and feels of home, climbing hurts so much, but he can hide there.
As soon as he's sitting, the trembling gets worse as the memories and fear and pain and guilt seem to strike.
What good is he here? He didn't betray Robin but they were coming to save him, shouldn't have to save him, he's just a thief, a nothing, who didn't scream but that doesn't matter.
He saw his mother's eyes, he's let them all down, better if Robin had never taken him, better if he'd just died.
There's a tree, its old and tall and feels of home, climbing hurts so much, but he can hide there.
As soon as he's sitting, the trembling gets worse as the memories and fear and pain and guilt seem to strike.
What good is he here? He didn't betray Robin but they were coming to save him, shouldn't have to save him, he's just a thief, a nothing, who didn't scream but that doesn't matter.
He saw his mother's eyes, he's let them all down, better if Robin had never taken him, better if he'd just died.