"You're asking me to accept the word, the promise, of a man you've told me killed you? A man who nearly killed me, who tried to kill the King..." He trailed off, because it was pointless listing all the things Gisborne had done wrong. She was determined, it seemed, just as she had been since his return, to try and find some 'good', in Gisborne. Robin couldn't understand it then and he didn't now.
His eyes met hers when she put her hand to his face. "I'm not angry at you for not telling me, Marian. I couldn't pretend I wouldn't struggle to know how to do the same, if our roles were reversed." His anger was directed solely toward Gisborne.
And just as she had just told him she wouldn't hurt him for anything, he would do what he could to spare her from being upset, or hurt, or even inconvenienced if he could help it. And that was what would stay his hand in the end, he knew. He would do anything to keep her from being hurt.
"I'll stay my hand, because it's what you want. But that doesn't mean I trust him or any promise he has made to keep his distance. But he won't get a second chance."