"I'd rather have your busted ribs than this." Marian had betrayed him. Heavily, and maybe that jealousy and anger was electrified by the stories as they were now, but he wasn't budging. He threw back that bottle with a good swig.
"You all think I'm this strong figure," he shook his head, "I'm a bloody escape artist, and I can't escape my own heart." He was weak, and that was difficult for him to show anyone else.