"Why?" He implored, carefully measuring his words in an effort to not direct any of his growing fury toward her. This was not her fault. No, all blame lay with a man who he should have killed a long time ago. And now, he knew, that staying his hand had cost him more than he thought he could bear. What good was there in maintaining a truce in this world, when if they went home, he would just lose her to Gisborne anyway?
He shook his head. Because it was different, and he might have been feeling some modicum of selfishness in that thought, but whilst Gisborne may have taken her life, she was not then going to be the one who had to live with that. He didn't know what had happened after Gisborne had killed her, but he thought it something of a miracle that one, or both of them, were not dead.
"How? How can you ask me to just leave this?" How could he be expected to, was the real question. How could he be expected to control his own reaction, if and when he saw the man again.