I'm sorry, that sucks. [She was always sort of fascinated by his family. The dynamics were different than hers, but the pain of it was something she could understand. Patrick was always the dumb, innocent one, but everyone had to know that was going to change eventually. Mary reached out for him, hand on his chest and then she pulled away.] I believe you. [She did, despite herself.] And all I can say is that I hurt someone a long time ago and they are never going to let me live without paying for it.
[She turned her head to look away from him, expression pained. But, it was almost like she was trying to put on a brave face.] The fires happened in areas that were well hydrated and out of the ordinary. Someone started them and my fear was that it was someone trying to get to me. [Mary glanced back at him.] I sound paranoid.
[His reaction to the arrow would have made her laugh if it didn't look like he saw her turn into a ghost. She still smiled when he insisted she didn't know what she was in for.] Okay, I'll humor you. What's out there?