When he first stood, she reached for him, as if to urge him back. But he was angry and there was little compromising with the man when he was furious. There wasn't much she could say to comfort him. He had only just found out that they were forming a life together and now she'd told him that it had ended abruptly. At the hand of his worst enemy.
"Robin, don't," she said quietly, with just a hint of force. Because she didn't have it in her. No, she didn't want Robin becoming a killer in her name. But she was too tired and too miserable just then to stop him. "I know. Believe me, my love, I know. It's hard. It hurts. Knowing he's here and walking about. But you have to let it happen."
They were hard words to say. A part of her wanted to allow Robin to do what she couldn't. It wasn't who she was. She couldn't take a dagger or a sword or even a bow and intentionally kill a man. And she and Guy did have an extensive history, complicated though it was. For a time, she'd even considered him a friend. Despite all that had happened, she didn't think she could actually end his life.
Even though he'd ended hers.
She remained seated, watching her husband fume. "He's promised to keep his distance. He moved out of here to give me my space. We can let it stay that way." She didn't have it in her to plead, however. If Robin decided it had to be done...she wasn't sure she could stop him.