"He was kind to me. So were you, you know." Marcie sighed. Her wrists were getting sore but she didn't want to ask him to let her go again. She knew she wouldn't get him to understand the complexity of her decision, so she decided to frame it a different way, a simpler way.
"I watched over you. I wanted to. I didn't want to hear what they had to say about you. It hurt. But... I know you love Marian more than you can ever love me. Do you deny it?"