With every word she said, he felt less and less like he could breathe. As though the very breath were being stolen from his lungs. He'd experienced a similar feeling the day he'd found out it was Gisborne who'd stabbed him, in the Holy Land. But that was nothing compared to this. In fact, he was fairly sure that the feeling of that blade sinking deep in to his side was nothing compared to the feeling that came with what she was saying. Compared to the thought of losing her.
The only thing that could eclipse the feeling was the anger he felt, as he learned that it was Gisborne that had done it. He already had a deep seated hate for the man, that was no secret. He was a traitor. He had tried to kill the King, had very nearly killed Robin, himself, had succeeded in taking Marian from him once already, however briefly, and burned Knighton hall to the ground. And that was not even half of it.
And now...now he was learning he had taken Marian from him, for good. There were no words he could say to express how he felt. To describe the immense feeling of rage building within him as he sat and listened to Marian speak, hand still holding hers, jaw set in anger and an unspeakable frustration.
"How could I have..." Let that happen? Allowed himself to have any kind of truce with the other man? Any of it. Unable to put a coherent sentence together he pushed himself to his feet, moving away from the couch several steps before facing her again.
"He made a mistake in thinking he could fool me, here." In bringing Robin here, in making Robin think he was doing him some kind of service.