"Hey, you don't gotta tell me twice," Emerson assured Ambrose, holding up his hands. "That guy's bad news just from what I've seen and heard. I'm just saying that, regardless of whether or not it's good for her, from her point of view? There's always going to be that chance. It's hard to accept when somebody you knew and cared about is gone in any way. It's gonna be especially hard since he's still physically around. She's gonna have to learn the hard way, or you're gonna have to be okay with seeming like the bad guy here. And I mean bad guy as in making her stay at home and enforcing it." The witch took a drink, a troubling notion in his mind.
"I mean, did you have to compel her to stay in the house or something while you came here?" he asked. "Because if not, you might have to start. And I know from what you've told me that's not your thing, but you can't have someone who, in the eyes of everybody else in this town, belongs to you running around disobeying you either." Emerson sighed, scratching the back of his head.
"I know that shit's hard to hear, but, you know, if you want to make sure he doesn't get the chance to hurt her, that's what you might have to do."