Sitting back from him, Elle looked over him. He looked frail, sad, not at all how she'd seen him before. Even the night after Fisher left, he hadn't looked this broken. She didn't know what to say. She wanted to believe that he was good, that it was some vicious beast inside him that had taken over, controlled his mind. But he was telling her, was making it very clear that it was him. He had done this.
Getting up, she sat on the edge of the tub, getting some distance. Her pajama bottoms slid low on her round belly, the twins already making her balloon out like she was six months along. her shirt wasn't big enough to cover, a tiny bit of belly peeking out, almost as if the two babies wanted to see what was going on between mommy and daddy.
"What do you want me to say?" she asked after a moment, chin resting on her hand, elbows balanced on her knee. "You just told me you willingly and knowingly killed someone. It wasn't an accident, it wasn't... a fluke. That you did it." She blinked a few times, shook her head. "So... what should I say? Should I kick you out? Keep you away from my babies, away from me, because you're dangerous? What, Rez?"