Tuck looked into the room, his blood running cold. It was a prison, he could see that well enough. A prison meant to hold their enemy so he couldn't hurt them any more. Marian wanted to brick the man up in the walls.
Tuck squeezed his eyes shut for a second, trying to block out the vision of it. He clenched and unclenched his fists, feeling like he was going to vomit.
In the end, he didn't actually say anything. He opened his eyes, looking to Marian. To that searching, imploring look she was giving him. He crossed the distance between them and pulled her into his arms, bending his head to bury it in her hair. "I love you," he whispered.
He wasn't okay about this. It sickened him. But god, he wasn't going to let Marian stand there and wonder if he hated her for trying to keep them safe.