[Oh no, is she blaming herself for this? What a stupid question, of course she's blaming herself for this. That's how Marianne has always been, and he's not really all that surprised to hear it now.
Still, the words feel like daggers, and the pleading tone only twists them.]
You have never brought me misfortune.
[The words are certain, though perhaps a bit harsh. He doesn't really know how to temper himself, or make it sound firm in a way that isn't intimidating.]
Please, Marianne. I don't... I can't talk about this with you out here. I promise I will say only what I need to say, and then I will leave, if that's what you wish.
[Of course it's what she'll want. If she even lets him in to begin with. He sincerely doubts she will, but he can't let her turn him away. Not now. Not when he's finally worked up the courage to confront this.]
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Still, the words feel like daggers, and the pleading tone only twists them.]
You have never brought me misfortune.
[The words are certain, though perhaps a bit harsh. He doesn't really know how to temper himself, or make it sound firm in a way that isn't intimidating.]
Please, Marianne. I don't... I can't talk about this with you out here. I promise I will say only what I need to say, and then I will leave, if that's what you wish.
[Of course it's what she'll want. If she even lets him in to begin with. He sincerely doubts she will, but he can't let her turn him away. Not now. Not when he's finally worked up the courage to confront this.]