Mae was mostly quiet. Mostly. She had never really agreed to accepting any consequences. It had been Cath. All Cathair's idea. Just like being on this stupid boat. And the only reason she was still standing there was because Cath was holding on to her or else she would have just... left.
Since the priest was coming to their defense, she waited politely for him to finish and make a correction. She looked up, very pointedly at Sean as she pulled away from her husband. Yes, she had been crying. Mae steeled herself then reached up to the collar of her t-shirt, pulling it to one side to show off the mangled bullet scars that were still very pink and fresh since only a few months had passed.
"You know nothing about what Cathair and I have specifically done. You don't know what we've sacrificed or nearly lost. When you end up clinically dead for a little while, it changes a few things. You don't want our help anymore? Fine. I leave you to your fate." She glanced over at Father Peter and asked, "May I borrow your office?" She didn't specify why.