[Marianne hopes her words get through to him--she's not sure what she'd do if he turned her away now, when she's already kind of...lowkey dying at attempting to stand up for her boyfriend and help him see that he is better than he thinks he is. Better than his family name.

He asked her once if she intended to let her crest control her life--something that defined her, something that she believed would snatch away any happiness she had in a heartbeat. Hubert's taught her that it doesn't have to control her; he's given her so much kindness and understanding that it's...overwhelming, sometimes.

Maybe she's just lovestruck, or hoping too cling to the one thing she loves, but...well, she wouldn't have grown those flowers if she didn't love him, would she?]

...It's okay. I...I know what it's like, at least kind of...

[Marianne winds up averting her gaze.]

But...I'm glad. That...that means that you're not as...um, bad at this as you think. A-at least that's what I think.