He couldn't look at her. Not right now, in this moment. Couldn't meet her gaze. This wasn't a part of his life he shared. It was in the past, and that was where he wanted it to stay. He didn't want her seeing him like this, in such a vulnerable position. It wasn't that he didn't trust her. This was something he'd never shared with anyone. And if he was ever going to, he wanted it to be under his own terms.
"It's not about that," he answered, when she spoke words from vows that in their future she knew they had shared. "You don't need to get hurt..." He cut himself off, changing tactics. If he said it was because of his actions, she would simply argue the point. "...When it can be avoided. It isn't permanent, like you said. I'll be fine."
The mocking smile which was still firmly in place on the ghosts pale face said he didn't believe that any more than Robin did, himself. Every day this went on he felt as though he were less and less able to keep the things that haunted him at bay. The few times he had managed to sleep since this had started his nightmares had returned with a vengeance.
The Saracen stood again, his eyes passing over Marian and her hold on the iron bar dismissively. He knew just as well as Robin did. She couldn't see him, so she couldn't do anything with it.