He shook his head, looking down at her hands on his knee. Didn't she understand how much worse this would be if she was hurt? He couldn't bear it. Knowing what he had done to this man, to have him standing here and reminding him of every second of it, was one thing. To see Marian hurt as a result of what he had done was not something he would let happen.
His head rose slowly again, seeing the ghost moving closer, around the other side of the table in front of the couch. When their eyes met, he gave that same smug smile. The one that Robin knew he shouldn't let get to him. Taking a slow breath, he pulled his gaze back to Marian again. "He'll be gone soon." That was all he could hope for, at any rate.
As if to mock his attempt at resolve, the ghost moved around the table and sat on the edge of it, facing them both. He leaned in, speaking close to Robin's ear. "Murderer."