So Uncanny

"If you cut me do I not bleed?"

Robin took the end of the sword to make a point and sliced himself over the arm. Tooke was horrified.

"Ha!" exclaimed Puck flamboyantly ... "Oh no! Fancy that! I do not!"

"Sometimes I forget that I am not nearly the same as you" Friar Tooke conceded. He was a man of moderate composure whose thinking was so sedate it rarely inflamed with emotion of any kind. But his friend could vex him so.

Robin was just trying to make merry - disposing of the fact that Tooke's chapter had just left him and that the brethren had reentered the world for good.

Puck was continually showing him the incomprehensible - and was so uncanny that Tooke could not help but be disturbed on so many levels.

Robin, on the other hand, was beginning to feel the outcast that he was - and had only ever sought to impress his close friend - not to frighten.

Coming out of the woods and into the realm of men was never easy for him - he was sensitive to those things that they could never really understand.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series