"How do you know what this place is for?" He wasn't trying to be antagonistic, but he was on the defensive. He'd had a lot heaped on him in a short space of time, and he didn't quite know how to deal with it. Didn't know how to react, or what to say.
He sighed when she said they weren't god. Because Marian saw the world in a somewhat more black and white way than he was able. And that came purely from a lack of experiencing some of the things that he had, of the places humanity could go. And he was thankful for that ignorance. "Sometimes there isn't a choice, Marian. And whether you like it or not, I'm already a killer. Gisborne falling at my hand, or not, will not change that."
Despite the discussion, his arms slipped around her, hands resting at her lower back as she pressed her face in against his chest. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?" He finally asked the unspoken question that lay between them. "I mean, I can understand, to some extent, but..." He trailed off.