It was strange, to be standing in the little group of mourners; all so profoundly affected by the loss of their friend and leader. Robin Hood was his brother, yet he, Archer, was the one who knew him the least.

Less than a week ago he'd had no family then, all of a sudden, he found himself with two half-brothers and a half-sister who was their sworn enemy (he also had some suspicion than Robin and Guy, as the other was named, wasn't exactly best friends). Now, they were all dead; Guy being killed by his own sister, Isabella and Robin cut with a poisonous blade and dying, but not before, with the aid of Archer, killing both Isabella and the former sheriff Vaysey whom they had believed to be dead. Could he have done anything to prevent all the deaths? Of course he could. He shouldn't have joined Isabella as he, much to his shame, had done. Still, done was done; the only thing he could do know was helping these people defend the poor. One question, though, lingered in his head.

"What is it like," he asked quietly, "To have a brother?"

For a while no one answered then Kate, the young girl from Locksley, spoke up, barely audible.

"Brothers," she said, her voice shaking, "can be a pain. But, losing a brother; it hurts like hell."

She was right; even though he'd only known his brothers so briefly his heart was still torn apart from the loss of them, how much more wouldn't it hurt to lose a brother you have known your entire life?