"Oh Marcie," Cathal said quietly after she'd finished, after a moment to take it in had passed. Again he reached out for her hand, this time wrapping it in both of his larger ones. His hands were rough - a mechanic's hands - and when his thumb stroked over Marcie's skin as he spoke, it was so much softer than his own. "Marcie, I'm so sorry. Life takes just- just so many unfair turns. I can't even imagine, but I'm sorry for what's been stolen."