Her guilt compounded Robin's own, since he was aware that he should have been helping her work through it, rather than stewing in his own tantrum. When she still argued against his reassurances, he shook his head. "All of us are right to be angry; we just need to be directing our anger in the right place, toward whoever was responsible for this. In the life you were given, you were engaged, and acted accordingly." He focused on her expression, so filled with hurt, ignoring just what "accordingly" meant. "In the life I was given... I was lost. And I guess I acted accordingly, too.
"But, the point is, you have far more right to be upset with me than I with you. And here you are, blaming yourself for things you should not be. Marian, I'm not angry with you. If anything, I'm angry with myself, for being willing to step back and not fight for you there, and for making so many mistakes. And I was angry at the perpetrator, but now I'm furious, because they've put us in this position, and because they've hurt you."
Then, her hand was on his face, and at first he was confused as to what she was talking about; when she elaborated, he gazed at her in surprise. "What?" Ever since that first night, they had taken precautions; whilst they both wanted a family, this world was too unfamiliar, and there were too many unknowns, that it had not seemed wise. But, now that she was suggesting it, he was finding it difficult to remember exactly what his doubts had been. "Are you sure?"