They'll hunt you. Yes, but they won't catch me. You're a man. We will when we find it. Now, I didn't say that.
Soldiers have a habit of dying.
It's an occupational hazard. It wasn't Gisburne's life I bargained with. It was the Sheriff's, and now he'll hunt me until one of us is dead. A public flogging will do. It's a wedding Gisburne, not a celebration.