Seems like the Real one here didn’t hold back any punches. That’s fine. In fact, he preferred it to tiptoeing around the issue like all those politics and shadows of those fancy noble courts with their noses high up another’s arse to see the people—
“Starting with the big guns, huh?”
Careful to make sure the cigarette doesn’t fall out of his hand, he holds his hand out before himself as though he were going to carry something in it. He imagines a loaf of bread in his hand, curling his hand a little to match the shape. Oddly enough, it’s not difficult to recall the memory, blaming his saint graph for engraving it onto his soul (in a sense).
He doesn’t bother elaborating on it. There’s nothing noble about wanting to eat, and those damn nobles and their so called ‘taxes’ and whatnot stealing all their resources. All he wanted to do was get them back. Unlike all those other towns folk, he does something about it. Getting the food back for them too made it easier for him to get food later.
“Helping people was just a consequence I got to deal with.”
Dragging his hand back, he takes a drag, exhaling deeply. He stares ahead, but all he’s seeing is the past. The night falls on their campfire; a shadowed figure lying against a tree, staring at an ‘old friend.’ He blinks and the phantoms fade before his eyes.
“Sure, people praise ya, but when trouble heads their way—they’d sell ya for a shilling.”
“You are definitely much nobler then I in your starting point,” The Thief of Sherwood spoke bluntly with a small chuckle even if it was simply a consequence. As he was more then well aware of humans being willing to sell you out. He puts on a friendly and open demeanor but he never did dare to extend a hand or be as friendly as stories say.
“I mean, everyone desires to eat that is a common need nothing wrong with it. Even I have stolen for food, so it's no surprise that if you share the food and everyone sings your praises. Even if just wanted the food yourself.” He spoke out loud as if was cheering for the other himself with a kind of cheer in his voice. This man was never one to hold back he either went all in or not at all since had been allowed to ask it only natural would go with the first thing that came to mind. As the other seemed to get lost in thought he takes a moment humming softly.
“But I am also aware that people will sell you for less for gold or to save their skin, I learned this harsh lesson myself and it never easy.” He noted casually as it was neither noble nor something of nature. People were selfish and greedy that will take and take whether they are good or not. Just like not all Robin Hoods are from such noble starts and the one of Loxley can never claim such a thing. But as he claps his hands decided to let the other not linger on such things.
“Ask me a question now, since I prodded you it only fair you take a stab at me. Whatever you desire to know and ask no restraints since I went right for the origin.” Loxley spoke and he truly meant it. While the other saw phantoms the man himself felt his own curiosity only grow.
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