There is no sleep for me. I can't close my eyes without seeing her face. I sit on the rooftop of the Iron Queen's palace. I remember babysitting her on a rooftop like this. I bang my head against the tower's wall. She didn't even try to kill me. I always assumed she hated me or something, but... maybe she doesn't. Maybe it's the opposite. Maybe... I grip my chest. Maybe I hate her deep down. I hate her for creating a monster.

"You are tough to find Puck." I hear.

I look up.

"I'm not looking to be found ice boy." I sigh.

"Look, I'm not angry at you." Ash says.

I look at him in surprise.

"Really? Is this a bad joke?" I ask.

Ash sits down in front of me.

"No. I get it. Your mother is..." Ash says.

"Totally not as handsome as me?" I chuckle.

He forms a half-smile. I look down. I can always manage to get something out of him.

"Puck, I do have one question." Ash says.

"Go on." I gesture.

"Does she love you?" Ash asks.

I look at him in confusion. My mind snaps.

"Well... I... don't know." I look down.

I don't know how or why she birthed me. She pretty much gave me lots of freedom but... in a way that's not showing motherly love. But what do I know? My mother is the Mother of All Chaos, the world devourer. The scourge of Nature. She and me go by many names. It's one of the only things we have in common.

"Do you think she and I are alike?" I ask.

"Goodfellow, of course not." Ash puts his hand on my shoulder.

"Really?" I ask.

I let out a breath.

"You're still too young to understand the stories of the old Robin Goodfellow." I say.

I remember every story. I remember every song. Only Kierran was alive to remember my curses and pranks going terribly wrong and destroying pretty much, everything. Ash just looks at me.

"What?" I ask.

"I know you Puck, not Robin." He says.

"Then you'd better hope you don't ever." I say.